Tears of a Clown
Part VI — Angry
Kinsey stood under the water in her shower. Finally, she thought. Finally, she was starting to relax.
She knew what it was. It was those stupid clowns. She’d woken up feeling scared and it wasn’t hard to realize why that was. It was a holdover from what those clowns had done to her the night before, but finally, the shower was starting to ease her fears.
But it was making her angry, too.
God damned fucking clowns.
It was only then that she realized where her hands were. No, she admonished herself. No! She wasn’t going to do this, only ...
Only if felt so good. Kinsey couldn’t help but wonder as one hand stroked her breasts while the other one waited not so patiently for its turn to take a turn.
She growled at herself as her hands continued to do their work. Damn it. Why were her hands doing what they were doing.
She stepped out of the shower and she dried herself off. She wrapped a towel around herself and she walked back to her bedroom.
There was a message waiting for her on her phone. Kinsey wondered if she should listen to it, but damn it, she told herself, she couldn’t live in fear. She was going to have to do what she had to do.
It was her friend Tina. Tina wanted to know if Kinsey wanted to go to the mall. Sure, Kinsey thought. Why not. She called Tina back. “Hey, Tina,” she said.
“Hey. How’s it going. Did you get my message?”
“Sure did.”
“And?”
“And going to the mall sounds like a great idea to me.”
“Cool. I was hoping you’d say that. You want to pick me up or you want me to pick you up?”
“How about I pick you up?”
“Sounds good to me. When?”
“10:30 sound good to you?”
“10:30 sounds great. I’ll see you then.”
“Okay. See you then,” and with that, Kinsey broke the connection.
Well at least she knew what she was going to do, Kinsey told herself, and now that she knew that, she knew that, she needed to figure out what she was going to wear. She opted for a skirt and a cute top because you never knew who you were going to meet at the mall so you needed to make sure you looked good because looking good was part of the fun.
“Hey, Kinsey,” her mom said when the girl came to the kitchen for breakfast. “What are you up to today?”
“Me and Tina are going to the mall.”
“That’s good, honey. Just make sure you’re home on time.”
“I will, mom.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
Kinsey snorted. Her mom just didn’t get it. “I said I will,” she told her mom.
“Just make sure you do.”
“I will, mom,” and while we’re at it, Kinsey thought to herself, how about you promise to stop having girls in clown suits eat your pussy out.
For all of her intent to be over at Tina’s house on time, somehow, the time just seemed to slip away from her and it was almost a quarter to eleven before Kinsey arrived at her friend’s house. “You’re late,” Tina said as she got in the car.
“I know,” Kinsey said. “Sorry.”
“That’s not nice,” Tina said as Kinsey started them on their way.
“I said I was sorry.”
“And speaking of that,” Tina said, “you said we were going to get together after school.”
“Huh?”
“You said we were going to get together but you stood me up. That wasn’t nice. You said I was going to get to eat your pussy.”
Kinsey finally remembered. Tina couldn’t really be serious about that, she thought.
It didn’t take long to get to the mall but the parking lot was already starting to fill when the two girls got there.
Neither really had all that much money to spend but then going to the mall wasn’t really about buying stuff. Well, sometimes it was, but not all the time. It was as much about going somewhere and hanging out. It was about seeing other kids and being seen by them as well.
“Where do you want to go next?” Tina asked.
“Let’s go to the computer store.”
“Why do you want to go there?”
Kinsey grinned. “Because that’s where the boys are.”
Tina grinned. “Well now, when you put it that way,” she said.
It turned out the boys weren’t the only ones in the computer store because there were plenty of girls there as well.
Tina was talking to one of the salesman. He’d been a couple of grades ahead of them in school and now he was trying to tell her that she needed to upgrade her system. Kinsey smiled to herself as she listened to them talk. It wasn’t quite clear whether the system that the salesman was trying to get Tina to upgrade was her computer at home or her sometimes shithead of a boyfriend.
She slipped over to one of the laptops on display and she logged onto her email even as she pretended not to listen to what her friend was saying.
She froze. There was an email for her. The subject was “Sexy stretches herself.” Kinsey looked around. She had no doubt as to what she would find if she opened the message up but did she dare do it. After all, she was here in a public place.
Really, the teen told herself, really she should just close her email and she should leave it alone but now that she’d seen it, it was like she had to see what the message contained. She looked around her. There was no one near by.
She clicked the message open.
Sure enough. Just as she’d expected, there was a video clip inside.
So should she play it? She looked around her. No one was watching her. She toggled the speakers to mute and she took one more look around her. No one was watching her. She started the clip to running.
There was no doubt who the clown girl was even if the make-up obscured her features. She was bent over at the waist as a man fucked her from behind and it was almost as if she was looking up right into the camera. Even with the sound turned down, Kinsey knew what the girl in the video was saying. It was obvious. “Fuck me,” the girl was saying, and then she was saying it again and again. “Fuck me.”
A man was moving in and Kinsey knew the girl was going to suck his cock. The camera shifted angles so it could continue to see her face even as she sucked on the man’s cock. Even under the clown make-up, Kinsey could see the clown girl’s face take on a positively lascivious grin just moments before she wrapped it around the man’s cock.
It was there that the video stopped and emblazoned across the bottom were the words, “Sexy Two-timer.’
Kinsey looked up and then she looked around. Quickly she closed the message and she logged out of her email. She was pissed. The message was wrong, she told herself. She wasn’t a two timer. Sure, she’d taken two cocks but on that night, she’d taken many more than that and besides, being a two timer had such a negative connotation.
Her phone buzzed. Kinsey wasn’t sure how she knew but she knew the message was from them. She wasn’t going to answer them, but then ...
But then it seemed as if they seemed to have a way of making her do what they wanted anyway. She flipped the phone open.
“look across,” the message read.
What the fuck? What the hell did look across mean? It made no sense at all.
Her phone buzzed again. She looked at it again. Again, the message was the same. “look across”
What the hell did that mean?
But before she could think anymore about what that meant, she saw a commotion coming from somewhere outside the store. Through the windows of the store, she could see people were stopping and they were pointing across the way. What the hell were they looking at?
Kinsey followed their line of sight and suddenly, she found herself looking out of the store and looking across the mall to where the people were looking.
It wasn’t hard to see where they were looking. It was to the audio visual store across the way and it was at the the big screen TV in the window and on that TV was the very same clip she’d just looked at on the computer.
It played all the way to the end and then it stopped and it paused before looping back to the beginning.
Everyone was pointing now. She knew a good number of the teenagers in the mall but not all of them. The adults not so much so but the worst part was they knew her. Would they recognize her even under the clown make-up? Would they know who she was.
Two older men came out of the AV store, one in jeans and a polo shirt, the other in a coat and tie. The more casually dressed man gestured wildly at the scene on the TV after which the other man rushed back into the store.
A couple of boys in front of the computer store had Kinsey’s attention. She knew these boys. Not well, but she knew them. They were laughing and they were pointing at the on-screen version of her getting her pussy fucked while she sucked on the other man’s cock.
Once more, the clip rolled back to the beginning and Kinsey watched the boys laugh enthusiastically. This was so embarrassing and ... and it was kind of hot. They were getting off on watching her.
But they shouldn’t be, Kinsey told herself. They shouldn’t be doing that.
The man in the coat and tie came out of the store with another man. This one was wearing a shirt and tie but no coat. Mr. Coat-and-Tie gestured wildly and it was clear Mr. Shirt-and-Tie had no answers for whatever the other man was saying.
Finally, Mr. Shirt-and-Tie disappeared back into the store and moments later, he appeared in the display window and he pressed a button and the television set went dark to the obvious displeasure of some of the people watching and most certainly the boys that Kinsey had been watching.
“Oh come on, Dude. Turn it back on,” called out one of the boys.
“Yeah, man” called out the other, “she was just getting to the good part.”
“Come on,” said the first one. “Turn it back on.”
It was clear that the boys were enjoying themselves even if the show was now finally over.
“What’d I miss?” asked Tina as she came up behind her friend.
“Nothing.”
“You sure? You seem tense.”
“I’m not tense,” Kinsey practically growled.
“You sure? Because if you were, I have a way to help you ease that tension,” and even as Tina said it, Kinsey felt her friend slide a hand around her waist.
“I’m not tense.”
“If you say so,” Tina said and in that instant, she pulled her hand back from Kinsey’s waist.
She wasn’t tense, Kinsey told herself. She wasn’t.
The only thing was just because she said it didn’t mean she believed it. Every time she tried to tell herself that she wasn’t tense, she’d find herself getting tense all over again.
And it was clear that the incident at the computer store wasn’t going away. She seemed to be mad at everything now. She’d go into a store she liked, and even though she didn’t want to be, she’d be a total jerk to the salespeople or she’d make snide remarks about the other customers even when they were close enough to hear.
“Are you sure you’re okay,” Tina asked again.
“I told you I’m okay,” Kinsey snapped.
“Because if you’re not, we could go back to my place.”
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Would you knock if off with the innuendoes?”
“You want me to knock it off with the innuendo, then fine. I want you to come back to my house with me and I want to eat your pussy. How’s that?”
“I told you—”
“What? You haven’t told me anything.”
Kinsey didn’t say anything.
“God. That’s so like you, Kinsey. You want what you want, but when someone else wants what they want, even if they want to make you happy, you have to have things your own way.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do. You’ve always been that way. I just want to make you happy like you did for me. Geez. Stop trying to think about it so much and just let yourself go with the flow.”
Kinsey shook her head. “I don’t go that way,” she said angrily.
“Yeah right. You were perfectly willing to do it when you got me behind the old auditorium.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what?”
It was just at that time that Kinsey’s cell phone buzzed at her. “Hold on,” she said. “I got to take this.”
Tina snorted in disgust. “Fine,” she said. “Go ahead and take it. I guess it’s too much to expect that we could have an uninterrupted conversation.”
Kinsey ignored that as she flipped the cell phone open.
The message was short and simple. “do as she says,” the message said.
Kinsey just stared at the message and then she texted back her response. “no”
The phone buzzed again. Kinsey flipped it open. “do it or else”
“Or else what?” Kinsey texted back.
Kinsey waited but there was no message coming back.
“Are you done,” Tina asked with irritation.
“What?”
“With your little text message conversation? Are you done?”
Kinsey looked at her phone. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Then you might as well take me home. I don’t want to shop anymore.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Tina said with resignation. “I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t long before Kinsey’s car was parked in front of her friend’s house. Tina opened the door. “I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday, okay?”
“What? Don’t you want me to come in?”
Tina smiled wanly. “I think you’ve made your position perfectly clear and believe it or not, I wouldn’t want to make you do something you wouldn’t want to do, so why don’t we leave it at this, okay?”
She could just walk away, Kinsey knew. She could just walk away and there wouldn’t be any problem with that. The only thing was she knew that wasn’t what she was supposed to do. “I want to come in,” she said.
“Yeah? Why?”
“I want you to eat my pussy,” Kinsey said.
Just the hint of a real smile appeared on Tina’s face. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know,” Kinsey said. “I want to.”
“All right then. Come on.”
“Is anyone home?” Kinsey asked as the two girls entered the house.
Tina shook her head. “Everyone’s out and I don’t expect anyone home until a lot later. Now,” she said, “I want you to stand right there in the middle of the living room.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to undress you.”
“But someone might come home,” Kinsey protested.
“I already told you. Not until a lot later. Now stand where I tell you.”
She shouldn’t do it, Kinsey told herself and yet she found herself unable to resist.
Her friend circled round her and Kinsey felt her friend’s hands on her body and as much as she wanted to move, she found herself unable to do so.
“That’s better,” Tina said. “I like it when you do what I say.”
Why was she doing what Tina said, Kinsey wondered. She should be getting away and yet she found herself unable to do so.
“You” and with this, Tina popped the first button of Kinsey’s jeans open. “You shouldn’t be such a fucking tease,” and with every word, another button was popped open. Tina slid a hand inside Kinsey’s jeans and her fingers pressed Kinsey’s panties against her pussy. “I’m really going to enjoy this.”
She should do something, Kinsey told herself and yet she knew she wouldn’t.
Tina pulled her hand out of Kinsey’s jeans and then she was pulling those jeans down around her thighs and she began to circle again but her hand never left Kinsey’s body. “I’m going to enjoy this a lot.”
Once more, Tina was in front of Kinsey.
“What do you think? Should we get started?”
Kinsey would have answered if she could.
Tina grinned. “I think I’ll take that as a yes,” she said and with that, she pushed her friend back onto the couch.
Kinsey couldn’t help but watch as Tina undressed herself and then as Tina finished removing the rest of her clothes and then Tina climbed onto the couch, her body straddling Kinsey’s as she pressed her tits against her friend’s face.
“Did you know Debbie told me what you did for her? She said you were really good. Yesterday, behind the old auditorium, I thought you were going to do the same for me but you didn’t.”
Kinsey said nothing.
“That wasn’t right,” Tina said. “You licked her pussy and you licked mine but who’s licking your pussy? That just doesn’t seem right, does it?”
Kinsey didn’t have an answer for that.
“But maybe today’s your day, isn’t it?”
In spite of herself, Kinsey nodded.
“Kiss my breast,” Tina ordered and Kinsey did exactly as she was told to do.
“Now the other one,” Tina said and again, Kinsey did what was expected of her.
“I’ll bet I know what you want,” her friend said.
“What?” Kinsey asked sullenly.
“You don’t have to sound so unhappy about it,” Tina said.
“Sorry.”
“Not yet but you will be.”
That got Kinsey to look up. “What?” she asked.
“I said you will be,” her friend said. “I said you will be if you don’t lighten up.”
“Sorry.”
“Not yet but you will be if you don’t learn to lighten up.”
Kinsey would have said she was sorry again but before she could say anything, she was being pushed backwards and she couldn’t help but squawk as she landed rather unceremoniously on the couch behind her.
“I don’t want to hear it,” her friend said. “I don’t want to hear you say you’re sorry again. What I want to hear from you is I want to hear you moan.”
“Oh God,” Kinsey moaned as her friend knelt between her knees.
Tina grinned up at her friend. “When I said I wanted to hear you moan,” she said, “that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Oh my God,” Kinsey moaned as Tina’s tongue slithered in between her legs. “Oh my God.”
If Tina heard her friend moan, she gave no indication of it. Instead, she just kept right on licking the other girl’s pussy.
“Oh my God,” Kinsey moaned again. “Oh my God.”
The other girl just kept on licking her.
“Oh my God,” Kinsey moaned again. “Oh my God. I’m going to cum.”
If anything, that just made Tina lick her pussy even harder.
“Oh my God,” the girl groaned. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my ... fuck!”
Tina finally looked up at her still panting friend. “I told you,” she told her friend. “I told you I wanted to lick your pussy.”
It was some time later when Kinsey finally arrived home. Almost as soon as she pulled up in front of her house, she got the text message. “did u enjoy yourself”
Kinsey didn’t even bother to answer.
Her phone buzzed again. Kinsey didn’t even bother to check the phone. She knew who it was.
The phone buzzed again. No way, she told herself. God damned fucking clowns. They thought they could control her life.
The only thing was, they were doing a pretty good job of it.
Kinsey growled to herself. Where had that thought come from. They weren’t going to control her, damn it. She could do what she wanted.
Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that, her inner voice said.
Shut up, she told herself. Shut up. Who’s side are you on, anyways? Shut up.
But now that the thought was there, it kept eating away at her.
Her phone buzzed again.
No, Kinsey told herself. No. Don’t do it, but already, her hand was reaching for the phone and then she was flipping it open. “u didn’t answer the question,” the phone said. “did u enjoy yourself”
She wasn’t going to answer the question, she told herself. She wasn’t going to do what the clowns wanted her to do.
The phone buzzed again and Kinsey couldn’t help but look at it. “u can tell us all about it later,” the phone said and then a moment later, another message came in. “be there at 830”
Damn. She didn’t want to be anywhere, she told herself and yet she already knew she was going to do it. She’d already started to think of it as being something she was going to do later on that day.
Damn, fucking clowns.
She didn’t even have to watch the clock, Kinsey realized. Her body knew when it was time to go.
Damn, fucking clowns.
It was eight o’clock when she grabbed the keys to her car. “I’m going to Tina’s,” she announced.
Her dad looked up. “Just don’t stay out too late,” he said.
“I won’t.” Kinsey wasn’t even sure how she could make that promise. After all, she knew she’d stay out for as long as the clowns wanted her to stay out.
Damned fucking clowns.
“All right, honey,” her father said. “Have a good time.”
In a way, that was what worried Kinsey the most. That in spite of herself, that in spite of what was being done to her, that she was indeed going to have a very good time.
By now, driving to the club was almost automatic. She knew where to park. She knew to ignore the line in front. She knew to walk around back and she knew she should pull open the heavy, steel door.
It didn’t surprise her that the club was dark or that when she called out to someone, that there as no answer to her hail. After all, that was to be expected, and even in the darkness, she seemed to know almost automatically just where it was she was supposed to go.
It didn’t surprise her when a light came on or when she was grabbed from behind. It didn’t surprise her when the clown who had hold of her rubbed a cloth against her face or when that cloth was applied to her, that pleasure seemed to radiate from wherever the cloth touched her.
None of these things surprised her and that was what worried Kinsey most. She was becoming used to this and to Kinsey’s way of looking at it, that was a very bad thing.
Damned fucking clowns.
She was hardly surprised to find herself once more being pushed down onto the seat in front of the vanity or that when one of the clowns told her to, “Just look into the mirror,” she did exactly as she was told to do.
Damned fucking clowns, her mind said, and yet, she did exactly what they wanted her to do.
The one clown had a jar out and Kinsey was hardly surprised to see him scoop out a handful of the white make-up.
Sexy cooed contentedly as the white make-up was applied to her face. She knew she shouldn’t like this but that didn’t stop her from liking what she was doing.
“What kind of face should we give you today,” the clown asked.
Sexy knew it was a rhetorical question for she knew whatever face they were going to give her, it had already been decided on, maybe even before she had arrived.
The clown who was painting her face set out to draw her features.
She looked fearsome, Kinsey thought as she watched the features being painted onto her face. Her mouth was drawn into a perpetual scowl, and her eyes seemed almost to glare back at her.
She looked so angry, she thought, and why shouldn’t she be angry, she thought. These clowns were using her for their perverted purposes and she didn’t have any say in the matter. Maybe it would be better if she had some say in what was happening to her but she didn’t have a say in anything.
The clown drew in her eyebrows and they were arched and malevolent. God, wouldn’t it be great, Sexy thought. Wouldn’t it be great if she could give it back as good as she got.
Her mouth now bore a permanent sneer and one thought kept running through her mind. Someone was going to pay for this. She wasn’t sure who, but someone was going to give her what she wanted.
“Take off your clothes,” the lead clown ordered.
Ha, the girl thought. Like she was actually going to take off her clothes for him. Like he even deserved to see her naked body. Like any of the men here deserved that. Ha!
On the other hand, why not? Why not show the men what they couldn’t have. It would serve them right, the girl thought. It would serve them right to know she had bested them and so without another thought, the girl took off her clothes.
“Nice,” one of the clowns said.
Yeah, like you’ll ever get any of this, Kinsey thought.
The lead clown handed her some clothes. “Here. Put these on.”
The girl took the clothes. Leather, she thought. Mmm perfect. She liked leather and the collar, it was nice and studded. She would look as tough as she felt in these clothes, Sexy told herself.
She took the shorts and put them. Not much there, the girl told herself. There was barely enough there to hide her ass and really, it did more to show off her ass than it did to hide it, but maybe that was the point of it. Her dressed in tight leather. Her showing the boys what they couldn’t have. Yeah, that would serve them right.
The bra did nothing to hide her tits. Hell, it was more just straps of leather bound to metal rings. In fact, her nipples were hanging right out there in the open but then why not. She wanted to see these men drooling over her almost naked body.
“Are we ready?” asked the lead clown.
Apparently they were or at least no one said anything to the contrary. The three clowns lined up and Sexy took her place in line behind them.
“Gentlemen,” the announcer was saying. “Put your hands together for the Family Nuestra.”
Sexy followed the men out of the back room but it was hardly what she wanted to do. They wanted to go on stage. Fine. They could do that. Let them put on their silly, little clown show, the girl told herself. The could do what they wanted but Sexy had other things in mind.
So they actually thought they could control her, the girl thought. If it wasn’t so pathetic, it might actually be laughable but no one controlled her. She could do what she wanted and at that very moment, she had no intention of following the men on stage. She had better things to do she thought as she veered off into the crowd.
She didn’t even question the fact that she seemed incapable of speech. For what she needed, the girl thought, she didn’t really need speech.
She approached a man. He wasn’t bad looking but then looks hardly mattered to her. After all, he was a man and that was what mattered. He was watching the show on stage but that also didn’t matter. Sexy simply set herself up in his line of sight and she pointed at him and then she pointed at herself.
The man looked at her and then he shook his head.
Sexy couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t possibly be turning her down. This time, she pointed between her legs and then she pointed between her own.
Again, the man shook his head.
Fuck him, the girl thought. Fuck him if he couldn’t understand what she was offering him. Fuck him.
She went to the next man and she pressed his body up against his. Surely this one would figure out what she wanted from him, but in the end, the response was the same. In the end, he turned her down.
The problem, Kinsey decided, was that she was giving these men to many choices. Obviously, these men were too stupid to understand what was required of them. Fortunately for her, there was a solution to that.
The next man was sitting on a bar stool and looking at the show on stage when Sexy sidled up to him. It was perfect, the girl thought.
The girl pushed the man’s legs apart. He looked startled, she thought, but that wasn’t as startled as he was going to look in just a few seconds.
The girl unzipped the man’s pants and then her hand slipped inside his trousers. Oh yes, there it was, she told herself and without another thought, she hauled the man’s cock out into the open and she let her mouth slide down around his cock.
The man groaned and Sexy grinned to herself. That was the secret to handling men. You just had to show them who was boss.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Not yet, the girl thought, but soon. God, she had to get the man out of his pants.
“Oh fuck.”
She couldn’t stop herself. Once she got a man inside her, she just didn’t seem to be able to stop.
Someone was touching her ass. Not just a casual sort of thing, but a stroke and a pet and a caress and it wasn’t stopping.
Oh fuck. She didn’t want to stop with that cock in her mouth.
But now the hand wasn’t just touching her. It was sliding between her legs and it was stroking her tight, little shorts up against her wet, little pussy.
God. These men were so stupid. Couldn’t he see what she needed. At least the one in her mouth was coming along nicely.
Finally! It had taken him long enough but finally, the man between her legs was taking down her shorts. Finally!
Sexy would have moaned with pleasure if it weren’t for the cock in her mouth. Finally, she had a cock between her legs.
The man in her mouth was about to cum and Sexy knew it but then she just didn’t know it. She wanted it. “Cum in my mouth,” she wanted to tell the man. “Come on. Do it. Cum for me.”
And almost as if on command, she could hear the man groaning and then she could feel it happening and she knew what the man was doing. He was cumming for her just the way she’d wanted him to.
And best of all, he wasn’t the only one. The one between her legs, he was cumming, too, and it felt so good having a man cum in her mouth and have another cum in her pussy both at the same time.
But that meant she needed to find some more men and sometimes, men were so stupid. Fortunately, even if she was incapable of speech, she was here to tell them what they needed to do.
It was sometime later and the show on stage was coming to an end. Sexy had lost track of the number of men that had cum inside her that evening and truth be told, she probably could have used more but this at least was enough.
“Gentlemen,” the announcer said. “One more time. Put your hands together for the Family Nuestra.”
The men in the audience clapped loudly and the clowns all lined up to go off stage.
“Good show,” said the leader when the men were off stage.
“Yeah, but I see someone’s lost her clothes.” said another.
Fuck you, Sexy wanted to say. She hadn’t lost her clothes. She’d let them be taken from her on purpose.
“Someone looks belligerent,” one of the clowns said.
“Yeah,” said another, “but that can be fixed.”
Sexy would have wondered what was meant by that but before she could say anything, she was being pushed down into a seat in front of a mirror and a cloth was being applied to her face.
When the cloth was finally removed, her face was just a confused mess.
Oh my God, Kinsey asked herself. What had she done?
No, she didn’t have to ask herself that. She already knew the answer.
“Get out of here,” said the lead clown, “and I’d recommend you get a good night’s sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because tomorrow, you’re going to need it.”