Tears of a Clown
Part V — Scared
“Oh my God.”
Kinsey sat straight up in her bed. It wasn’t like she didn’t remember what she’d done but it was just that she couldn’t believe she’d done it.
It was only then that Kinsey became aware of something. Her breasts were bare. She took a breath and she flipped the covers aside. Yep, she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Oh my God.
It was those clowns. Kinsey was sure of that. They’d turned her into a lesbian.
No, that wasn’t right. She’d just been a little bi-curious, but she still liked boys, too. In fact, now that she was thinking about it, she was starting to get a little excited.
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. She wasn’t like that.
God damned fucking clowns.
Okay, the teen told herself. That was enough of that. Clowns or no clowns, she had class today and Mrs. Groves said they were going to have a real hard test in Lit class. The girl groaned. She hadn’t studied for that because she’d been too busy getting ...
God damned fucking clowns.
There was no way she was going to let that happen again.
Yeah, Kinsey thought, and that was what she kept right on telling herself but it kept happening anyway.
The girl went to take her shower and then she came back to her bedroom. She had this really super cute skirt that she really wanted to wear, but the way she’d been acting, she was thinking maybe she should dress a little more conservatively, at least until she figured out what was wrong with her.
Aw, fuck it, the girl told herself. She wanted to wear the skirt and besides, it wasn’t like the clowns were at her school. Why shouldn’t she wear what she wanted to wear?
She stopped in front of her computer. Should she turn it on, she wondered, and what would happen if she did? What if the clowns had a message for her? She didn’t want to talk to them.
In the end, she decided not to turn her computer on. She knew she was just putting off the inevitable but there was a part of her that said if she didn’t get the clown’s message, if there even was a message, if she didn’t get the message, the clowns couldn’t take it out on her for not doing what they wanted ... could they?
She wasn’t sure that was the way the clowns thought about it but she certainly hoped so.
“There you are,” said her mom when Kinsey walked into the kitchen. “I was starting to think I was going to have to call you.”
Kinsey just looked at her mom.
“Is something wrong dear?”
“Nothing,” the girl responded. “Did you enjoy your girls’ night out last night out last night.”
“Sure, honey. It was great.”
“What’d you do?”
“Hmm?”
“I was wondering what you did,” Kinsey said.
“Oh. Me and the girls went to a club.”
“Yeah? Which one?”
“I don’t remember the name.”
“Did you have a good time?” Say no, Kinsey was hoping her mother would say. Say no. Say you just went along with it because that was what everyone else wanted to do. Just say no.
Her mother’s face took on an almost dreamy sort of look. “I had a very good time,” she said, and then, “why all the questions?”
“I was just wondering where you went. I was thinking maybe some of my friends and me might go there.”
“Oh, honey. I don’t think that’s the place for you.”
“Why not?”
“Well you’re not old enough. They serve alcohol there.”
“That’s it? That’s the reason?”
“That’s it. Why all the questions?”
“I don’t know. I was just wondering what you did.”
“Well now you know.”
Yeah, Kinsey thought. Now, I know.
The test in Mrs. Groves’ class was every bit as hard as her teacher had promised them it would be and it didn’t get any easier that she kept thinking about what the clowns had done to her the night before.
God damned fucking clowns.
“That wasn’t that bad,” said Tina Lewin after class was over.
Tina was friend of hers, or at least she was some of the time. Sometimes, she was just trying to show how smart she was. Kinsey couldn’t help which time this one was.
The two girls were standing in line in the cafeteria waiting to get their lunches when Kinsey’s phone buzzed.
“You going to get that?” Tina asked.
“Huh?”
“You just got a message on your phone. You going to get that?”
She hadn’t been intending to, Kinsey realized, but now that Tina had brought it to her attention, she kind of felt like she had to.
She flipped the cell phone open to receive the text message. “hope the test went well, honey”
Kinsey smiled in relief. “It’s my dad,” she told her friend.
“cant talk now,” she typed back.
“thought you were at lunch”
“i am but cant talk now”
Kinsey waited. Her dad was bound to type some last thing back, and that’s when the phone buzzed again.
“hope you enjoyed last night,” was the message.
Kinsey couldn’t help but tense at the message. That most certainly was not from her dad.
The phone buzzed again. “whos your girlfriend”
It took Kinsey a moment to realize what that meant. Someone was watching her.
Her phone buzzed again. “she looks like she needs to have her pussy licked”
Moments later, another message came in. “wouldnt u like to show her what u learned last nite”
Kinsey shook her head but she wasn’t even sure she was doing it until Tina asked her what was wrong.
“Nothing,” Kinsey said.
“You sure? You looked ... you looked kind of upset?”
“I’m fine,” Kinsey said.
“Okay,” Tina said in a voice that hardly seemed convinced by what Kinsey was saying.
Kinsey’s phone buzzed again.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Tina asked.
Kinsey shook her head.
The phone buzzed again, and again, Kinsey chose to ignore it.
“I really think you should get that,” Tina said.
“I don’t want to.”
“Okay,” Tina said again.
The phone buzzed again.
“If you don’t get it, I will,” Tina said finally.
“No,” Kinsey said as she grabbed at her phone and then she flipped it open.
“u know u want 2,” the message read.
“show her what u learned last nite,” was the second message.
“u better show her,” was the third.
Kinsey sighed. “You really want to have lunch?” Kinsey asked. “Or maybe you want to go somewhere else.”
“Go somewhere? Go where?”
Kinsey gritted her teeth. She really didn’t want to do this, but she felt like she had to. “How about behind the old auditorium?”
Behind the old auditorium was the make-out place. All the students knew about that. Tina looked at her friend. “What are you saying?”
Kinsey groaned. She’d known this was a bad idea. “Look, if you don’t want to ... I mean—”
“No, no, I want to. I just didn’t think you wanted to.”
Kinsey groaned again to herself. “So you want to?” she asked.
“Sure.”
It wasn’t long before the two teens were there behind the auditorium, Tina pressed up against the wall with Kinsey’s body pressed up against hers. Kinsey kissed her friend and then she kissed her again and every time Tina returned her kisses.
But Kinsey knew what the messages meant. Kissing was only a start and somehow, Kinsey knew that if she didn’t finish it off right, she’d have to pay for it later.
A hand caressed her friend’s waist and she knew what she had to do.
She looked her friend in the eyes. She would have stopped if Tina had said no, but her friend didn’t say no, and then Kinsey was sliding down over Tina’s body.
“Oh yeah,” Tina moaned.
Her friend knelt in front of her and then she was lifting up Tina’s skirt and pulling down her panties.
“Oh yeah,” Tina moaned again.
It was easy really. Kinsey slipped between the girl’s legs and she let her tongue play between the girl’s legs. She was surprised at how wet her friend already was.
“Oh my God,” Tina moaned again. “Oh my God. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
That makes two of us, Kinsey thought as her tongue worked her friend’s hard clit.
Tina gasped. “I can’t believe you liked me like this, too.”
Too, Kinsey thought.
Tina’s cries were getting more frantic. “Oh God, oh God. Oh God. Make me cum.”
Kinsey knew it was wrong and yet she couldn’t help but do it.
“Oh fuck,” the other girl groaned. “Oh fuck. Do it.”
She couldn’t have stopped herself even if she’d wanted to, Kinsey told herself and maybe it was even the truth, but what was definitely the truth was that there was absolutely no doubt whatsoever that Tina was cumming hard.
“Oh man,” the girl gushed. “Oh man. I didn’t know you could do that.”
“You liked it?” Kinsey asked.
“Oh yeah,” Tina said, “but now, let me do you.”
It was at that moment that the school bell rung. It was just a warning, but it was enough. “We got to go back to class,” Kinsey said.
Tina stroked her face. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. You heard the bell.”
“Well, okay, but after school, you and me, I’m going to return the favor, okay?”
Kinsey nodded glumly. She wasn’t even sure if that was allowed but what else could she say.
Kinsey’s phone buzzed on the way to class. “u did good,” the phone said.
Shut up. That was what Kinsey wanted to say.
The phone buzzed again. “go straight home after school.”
There was a part of her that wanted to throw the phone as far away from her as she could but she knew she wasn’t going to do that. She waited for another message, but no further message came.
She was just going to go to her afternoon classes, the teen told herself. She’d just go to her classes and she’d listen to the teacher and when school was out, she’d just run on home because she didn’t want to eat a girl’s pussy and she didn’t want Tina to return the favor. It was fortunate, she thought. It was fortunate that she and Tina didn’t have any classes together in the afternoon but God, she was such a fucking scaredy cat.
Yeah, but scared or not, at least she didn’t have to eat anyone else’s pussy.
She went to her bedroom and she dropped her bookbag on her bed and she flipped on the computer.
Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. “ur home early,” it said.
Shut up, Kinsey thought.
“dont worry,” her phone said. its good ur home early. you need to rest up for tonite”
Shut up.
“be there at 800”
Shut up.
Kinsey waited for another message but there was no other message.
God damned fucking clowns.
Kinsey looked at her computer. She almost expected to see a message and yep, there is was. “Sexy licks a pussy,” was the subject. Kinsey clicked on it because in spite of herself, she had to see it.
The email opened up and just as she expected, there was a video attachment. She clicked on that as well.
What if someone sent her computer a virus, Kinsey thought as the clip started to load but even as she thought it, she knew they wouldn’t do that. They might want to stick her with something but she was sure what they wanted to stick her with was most definitely not a virus.
The clip started to run and the camera started with a close-up on her. Oh God, the girl thought. She was such a slut, but then the camera started to pan back and suddenly ...
Kinsey stopped the clip but not before she had her mom’s face frozen right there in front of her and across the bottom were the words, “Sexy cuntlicker.”
“Kinsey,” the teen heard her mom say. “Are you home honey?”
Kinsey quickly paused the video clip. “I’m in my room, mom.”
“I thought you were going to stay late after school.”
“I came home early, mom.”
“Okay, honey. We’re going to be having dinner a little late, okay?”
“Sure, mom,” Kinsey called out. She looked at the paused video clip, her mother’s face caught in mid moan and she couldn’t help but wonder just where the heck her mom had been all day long.
It was eight o’clock and Kinsey was prowling around the outside of the club. She didn’t need anyone to tell her where to go. She already knew where she needed to be.
She pulled open the heavy steel door. “Hullo,” she called out.
No one answered but then that was hardly surprising. It was like these clowns seemed to like to jump out at her when she last expected it.
“Hullo,” she called out yet again. “Hello? Is there anybody here?”
Still, there was no answer.
The place where they’d taken her was off to the right somewhere. It would have been nice, Kinsey thought, if for once, someone would leave the lights on somewhere.
As if on demand, a light came on off to the right. It wasn’t enough to light up the room and it wasn’t close by but it was enough to give her just enough light that she could sense her surroundings.
“Hello,” she called out again.
Still, no answer, so Kinsey followed the light down a narrow corridor, being careful not to run into any of the silhouettes of objects that lined her path.
The lights were coming from the row of lights around a vanity mirror. She knew this place. “Hello,” she called out again, there was no answer.
This was strange, she thought. Where was everyone? They’d called her here for a reason, but why?
She sat down in front of the vanity and she looked at herself in the mirror.
This was wrong, she told herself. She shouldn’t be here. Not willingly, at least. She should get up. She should walk away.
And yet, she couldn’t. Why couldn’t she walk away?
“Would you look at who’s here?”
Kinsey was unsurprised to see the three clowns step out of the shadows. If anything, she was surprised at how long it had taken them to arrive.
“She seems right at home where she is,” said the second clown.
“You called me here,” Kinsey said.
“Would you listen to her,” the first clown said. “Trying to explain her actions away.”
“Like it wasn’t her fault,” the second clown agreed.
“It’s not my fault,” Kinsey said.
“And when someone actually calls her on it, she gets all defensive.”
“I am not getting defensive,” Kinsey said.
“Too bad,” said the second clown. “She showed potential.”
Potential, Kinsey thought. Potential for what?
“It’s not over yet,” said the first clown.
Before Kinsey could ask what was meant by that, the third clown grabbed her and suddenly, he was rubbing his cloth all over her face.
This was familiar, too. It had happened every night Kinsey had been here and every night, it had felt good when that cloth had rubbed her face but now ... now, there was something else. There was something new, an added component.
Kinsey wasn’t sure how she knew but she just knew. She had to give in. She had to want to let the cloth please her.
But she didn’t want to give in. Giving in meant surrender.
But giving in meant pleasure.
Still, she held back but it was only for a moment longer.
She gave in.
The clown didn’t say anything. He just kept rubbing the cloth over her face and the more he did, the more Kinsey found herself wanting to give in to what the cloth was making her feel.
The clown put the cloth down and then he picked up a jar from the vanity and within moments, the white base make-up was being applied to Kinsey’s face.
“Now, let’s see,” said the first clown. “What should we do with you tonight?”
Kinsey looked in the mirror. Her face was so white and so blank. It was like she was blank, too. It was like she just couldn’t think.
“I think we have an idea,” the first clown said.
Kinsey watched as the one clown began to draw on her face. This was a new face, she thought, although in ways, it sort of looked like the first one, but this one was more ... more scared.
And why shouldn’t she look scared, the girl thought. The world was a scary place, especially for someone like her. She felt so small and insignificant.
“How’s that look, Sexy?”
The clown girl couldn’t help but cringe at the man’s voice. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t realized it before, but he was so loud and overbearing.
“How’s that look?” the man asked again. “Do you like that?”
She felt so weak and so small but she realized she’d been asked a question. She couldn’t just ignore it. That wouldn’t be right, for her to ignore people who were obviously smarter than her. But then everyone was smarter than her.
“Well,” the man asked again. “Do you like that?”
Sexy nodded and then she wondered, was that the right thing for her to do. It was so hard to know what was right. It seemed like she was so scared of everything. She felt so insignificant. Oh geez. If only someone would come and would tell her what she needed to do.
“I’m glad,” the clown’s voice boomed and again, Sexy cringed. It was only then that Sexy realized that the man was agreeing with her but even so, his voice sounded so loud.
“Should we go and let see everyone see you?” the man asked.
Everyone see me, Sexy thought. She couldn’t let everyone see her. What if they didn’t like her?
But if the clown noticed her reticence, he didn’t show it. “But before we go,” the man said, “we need to get you a change of wardrobe first.”
A change of wardrobe, Sexy thought. What did that mean?
“Take off your clothes,” the man ordered.
The girl might have argued why but arguing would have meant defying the men around her and she just couldn’t find it in herself to do that.
“Hurry up,” the man said. “We haven’t got all day.”
That was enough to get the girl moving. She couldn’t say no to what the men wanted her to do but more than that, she dared not run the risk of even making them mad. Off came her top and then off came her bra. Off came her skirt and finally, off came her panties.
The man threw a g-string at her and Sexy couldn’t help but recoil from the garment. She wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t like it could hurt her. It was just that ...
“Put that on,” the man ordered.
Sexy cringed. it wasn’t that the man was loud or overbearing. It was just that there was something about him, something that she didn’t want to get on the wrong side of. She grabbed the g-string and she put it on.
“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “You keep that up and maybe you’ll do okay.”
She wanted to do okay, Sexy told herself.
“I think we’re ready,” the one clown said to the others. “What about you?” he asked the girl. “Are you ready?”
Sexy nodded. She wasn’t sure if she was ready but she didn’t want to tell the man no.
“I don’t want to see you nod your head,” the man said. “I want to hear you respond. “Are you ready?” he asked again.
Sexy gulped. “Yes,” she said meekly. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“All right then. Let’s go.”
The three clowns got in line and after a moment of hesitation, Sexy followed the men towards the big double doors. She felt so unsure of herself. She felt so insecure, but it was too late now. She had to do what was expected of her. She just hoped she wasn’t going to screw it up too badly.
The doors opened and an announcer was telling the a crowd of men to put their hands together for the Family Nuestra.
The men were loud and they were noisy. They’d been drinking and some of them had been drinking too much. She couldn’t do this, Sexy told herself. She just couldn’t do this.
The other clowns seemed to march right out on stage but Sexy held back. She couldn’t do that, she told herself. She was scared. She couldn’t go on stage in front of all those people. She just couldn’t do it.
She slipped off into the crowd and that’s when she felt a man’s hand cup her ass. “How you doing there, Gorgeous?”
There was a part of her that wanted to run away and hide but there was another part of her that kept telling her she couldn’t do that. After all, if she did, what would the man think of her.
“Would you look at you,” the man said. “All ready to do whatever needs to be done, aren’t you?”
She hoped so, the girl told herself. After all, she didn’t want him to think that she couldn’t perform.
The man’s hand slid up and he cupped her breasts. “Oh yeah,” the man groaned as he gave them a squeeze. “Would you look at these. Just the way I like them.”
At least she was doing something right, Sexy thought.
“I bet little girl wants to get her pussy fucked, doesn’t she?”
She didn’t know if she was ready for that but it didn’t really matter because the man wasn’t waiting for her.
“Take my cock out,” the man told her and when Sexy didn’t respond fast enough, he added, “Now!”
Sexy scrambled to take the man’s cock out of his pants and in a way, she was finding it comfortable having him tell her what to do because then she didn’t have to be scared that she’d do the wrong thing.
Oh but geez. He was so big even though at the same time, there was another part of her that said he wasn’t really all that big. There was no way, the girl told himself. There was no way he was going to get all of that inside of her. He was going to tear her up if he did and that scared her.
“You like that, little girl,” the man said and Sexy nodded for him.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do with that.”
Sexy’s hand was still stroking the man’s cock and she couldn’t believe she was going to say what she was about to say. After all, it was so bold and being bold just wasn’t her style. Still, it seemed as if she knew what the man wanted so maybe it was okay. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“You sure about that?”
The girl nodded. It excited her. It excited her to be this bold, but even so, she was sure she was right. She was sure this was what the man wanted her to say.
“Well all right then, little girl. Turn your ass around.”
Sexy was elated. She’d gotten it right. She’d done the right thing.
“Bend over,” the man said even as his hand pushed her in the back and that’s when Sexy felt the man’s fingers as they pried her g-string from her pussy. Oh yeah, the girl thought. Oh yeah. That was what she needed.
“Yeah, little girl needs this,” the man said even as his cock slid between her legs.
“What you got there, Frank,” said another man and Sexy couldn’t help but be startled by his voice.
“Sexy little girl here needs to get her pussy fucked.”
“Is that so? You think she might want to suck a guy’s cock off?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her.”
“Hey, babe,” the man asked. “You want to suck some cock?”
She wasn’t sure. She was scared. Sucking cock, it just seemed so dirty, oh but geez, that cock behind her was making it hard to think and she couldn’t help but moan.
“What about it, babe. You want to suck?”
She wasn’t sure. She was scared but then something else occurred to her. What would the other man say if she said no. He obviously knew the man who wanted his cock sucked. Would he be mad at her if she said no, and suddenly Sexy was scared that he might stop if she said no. Maybe she didn’t have a choice.
“Well?” the man asked again.
What could she do? She was scared of sucking a dick but she was scared of what would happen if she didn’t. She really had no choice. “Okay,” she said.
The man stepped forward and then he was sliding his cock between the girl’s lips. “Oh yeah,” the man groaned as the girl took his cock. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Suck it.”
The man with his cock between her legs gave her ass a smack. “I think she likes it, Bobby,” the man said. “I think she likes sucking your cock.”
“I don’t know about her,” the other man said, “but I know I like it.”
The other man groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when Sexy felt it. He was cumming inside her and Sexy was scared. He might make her pregnant, she thought, but even as she thought it, she realized she just didn’t care. She wanted him to cum inside her.
And besides, no sooner had Frank vacated his place than there was another man to take his place and even Sexy forgot to be scared as her pussy took the next cock in what would eventually end up being a long line of cocks.
“Gentlemen,” the announcer said. “You’ve been watching the Family Nuestra so put your hands together one last time for the Family Nuestra.”
That was her cue, Sexy realized. It was her time to go and it seemed as if the guys realized it, too, for they didn’t try to keep her any longer. The clowns on stage took their final bows and then Sexy rejoined them as they marched offstage.
“It looks like someone enjoyed herself,” one of the clown observed when the four of them were finally in the back room.
Sexy was suddenly scared again. Had she done something wrong?
“Lay off her,” said another of the clowns. “You know she can’t help herself. It’s in her nature.”
What was that supposed to mean?
The second man looked at her. “What about it? You going to be back here tomorrow?”
In spite of herself, Sexy nodded.
“Good girl,” the man told her. “We’re going to have some fun then, aren’t we?”
That was just what Kinsey was afraid of.