Clowning Around

"Oh no, it isn't!"

4. New Friends

Dear Mum

I've done something you will no doubt think is very stupid, I've run away with the circus. I was in a dead-end job and thought that, if I don't do this now I never will. I've also met this amazing man called Francis.

I sat writing the letter to my mother. It was between shows, the matinee had been amazing, the audience and especially the children had loved the snooty stooge getting picked from the audience. We had combined the bath and the washing machine as it felt right that after I had been slathered in the batter, I should have my clothes washed, of course, Frances would say in a stage whispered aside to the audience 'we never said she could take them off!' - I would be flung into the machine which now overflowed with foam and would then be 'accidentally' covered in a pot of whitewash flung by Roy requiring another trip in the drum. At the end of this, I would slither out, stagging to my feet before being whisked away in the laundry basket, the audience applause ringing in my ears.

I had come out that afternoon and was just showering when I heard a noise outside, peering around the shower curtain I saw Teresa, she had a tightrope act. She had finished and was adjusting her stage makeup in the mirror.

"Oh hello, it's the clown queen!" She laughed. "I could never do what you do."

"I don't know you might quite enjoy it if you tried."

"Oh no... All the mess..." She cringed.

"It washes off... And I can let you into a secret. It's rather fun." I started to towel myself down.

"Fun..."

I looked up; she was biting her lip. "It's a bit naughty, getting all gooey..."

"More than you could imagine!" I smiled.

***

I had finished the second show and was helping the lads put the props away when I saw Teresa lingering. The audience seats were empty and the big top quiet.

"Hello Tre, what are you doing hanging around. I thought you would have gone into town with the others?"

"Hi Francis, I just wanted to..."

"Spit it out, Tre...?" She blushed.

"Okay... Right, I'll see you later Jane." He kissed me warmly. "Come on lads, my round."

"Hello, Teresa."

"Jane, I... Oh God, I'm sorry." She started walking away.

"Teresa..." I grabbed her shoulder.

"I've watched you, Jane, during the shows. Oh... You look like you have such fun..." She paused, looking down. "I'm jealous."

"What!" I scoffed. "You, jealous of me? You are... Well, you're as fit as anything, dressed in that leotard. On a high wire... I'm just a clown..."

"But you have such fun... You..."

"Yes?..." I smiled. "I've seen you watching through the curtain. I didn't know you felt this way... Would you like to have a go?"

"What! Oh, no... I couldn't... Could I?"

I took Teresa by the hand, our equipment and props were still set up, ready for a rehearsal tomorrow morning. I took a bucket of the slop we used to make pies and popped the lid open, watching the way her eyes widened as I dipped my hand into the coloured cream. I took a handful and approached her, popping a blob on the end of her pretty nose. She giggled. I handed her the bucket and she slowly dipped her hand in, feeling the smooth cream engulf it. She brought it out and smeared it across my face.

"Oh, God... Sorry..."

I laughed, grabbing a huge handful and slapping it into her features. She stood shocked for a moment before digging in and flinging slop at me. We were soon, coated from the top of our heads to our shoulders. We were both laughing.

"Would you like more?"

She had nodded vigorously so I had grabbed her lithe body and put her over my shoulder, she shrieked, giggling as I approached the bath. I felt her body stiffen.

"No... Not the..."

She hit the surface which flooded up the sides of the bath before sinking. Her pink leotard and tights disappeared in the batter. There were a few bubbles before she crested the surface, struggling to sit upright, gasping. I reached down, grabbing her hand to help her out. I forgot that her upper body strength was astonishing, she pulled me hard and I landed in the bath with my head between her gooey breasts. We both sunk before wrestling in the thick mess.

We both struggled to the ring, panting and dripping batter.

"I'm sorry, but your leotard will wash..."

I couldn't finish my sentence as she grabbed me giving me a floury kiss, her hands running across my gooey body. She stepped back.

"Oh, Jane... I apologise..."

I grabbed her and we embraced, she had a pert body. She reached up and started to remove her leotard and tights. She pushed me down to the ring floor before kneeling over my body, her weight was almost nothing, I was quietly jealous, but before I could say anything she had put her body over my face, her mound in reach of my tongue. I lapped at her sweet nectar, unsure what had come over me, but lost in the moment of this beautiful woman submitting herself to me.

I nibbled at her clit, causing her to moan and writhe, then long and slow laps of her lips until she squirted and collapsed beside me.

"Bravo ladies... What a show!"

I froze as I heard Francis from the seats.

"Oh, shit! Francis... I am so sorry..."

"Shhh... I think you have enjoyed Teresa's company. She is a foxy little tease, but I didn't realise you were into clowning."

"Neither did I, I thought I was just into clowns... But that was so, sexy... I am sorry Jane... It was just so hot."

"But Francis..." I sobbed.

"Shhh... If you enjoyed it... Then there is nothing wrong. But we must finish the act." He smiled, stepping towards the washing machine.

He helped Teresa into the drum, before gesturing to me. "Room for two, I believe..."

The door closed and soon we were tumbling in the padded drum, warm water sloshing our bodies. We were flung out and slithered to our feet. I glanced at Teresa, she nodded and we both stood, walking towards Francis. He recognised the look in our eyes as we rushed towards him.

"Now ladies..." He stepped back but was too slow. We grabbed him and dragged him to the bath. It was a tight squeeze, but we soon discovered that there was room for three wriggling bodies in that deep vat of slosh. By the end of the evening, we were more than very close friends!

5. New Act

I had felt guilty about the time I had spent with Teresa; however, Francis had just laughed and said the hours we had spent slithering together in the bath of slop more than made up for it. The final outcome apart from a new friendship was a new idea for our clowning act. It had taken some building and rehearsal, so it was a month and three towns later that we premiered our new performance.

The ring was set with a new, large vat which took all of the stagehands to move into position as the clowns entered the ring. At the same time, Teresa came on to perform her high wire act. There as a massive argument between her and Francis and I come out to 'break it up' as it were. Francis announced that I am the evil circus owner which always got a chorus of boos and hissing from the audience. I tell Teresa that she will need to do her act at the same time as the clowns as there is no time in the new show to have them separate. I tell her, anyone could do the high wire anyway.

As an aside, when Francis had first written this sketch, he had intended I would go thirty feet up and start to demonstrate how even I could walk the wire. Of course, as simple as Teresa made it look, it was impossible without years of training and I had first been too nervous to climb up and then, after a week of cajoling and lower wires had kept falling into the nets. Therefore, it was at this point in the act that a slackline was set up by the clowns. This was lower, only about ten feet off the ground, wider and supposedly simpler to walk.

So, the slackline was installed crossing over the vat and I am sure that the audience could see what was going to happen. I would step on the line and, quite ably I must say, wobble to a point where I was over the vat. At this stage, after some cheers from the audience, Teresa would come on the slackline and start to swing it. In the first few run-throughs I fell off straight away, but now I could last at least a few seconds. The idea was that I would fall straight into the batter and sink to the delight of the audience while Teresa would perform some perfect acrobatics on the line and leave me humiliated.

It looked great, the snooty circus owner gets her comeuppance, and Teresa takes a well-deserved bow. I started the new act, which would naturally end up with me in the washing machine to be cleaned up. After many performances, I was starting to get quite skilled. I realised I could balance pretty well and, to be honest, had started showboating on the slackline. Instead of falling off as instructed, I would ride the swing and fool about. Teresa would grit her teeth as I was getting the cheers. It had to change.

That night, in a small town we had a big and lively audience. I had come on, stepped on the slackline telling them anyone could do it and had managed to stay on the line as Teresa had bounced and swung the line. She was getting angry, unlike I had seen her before, but I was enjoying the applause and didn't want to do the pratfall.

With a look at Francis, Teresa turned and laughed. "You're going down..."

I realised a second too late what she meant; she had grabbed a hanging cat ladder just as Roy released the tension on the line. I fell with a splash into the batter. The crowd went wild. Of course, the smug Teresa was only able to take the praise for a moment as Steve released the pin on the rope ladder and she splashed into the batter beside me.

We both surfaced, Teresa screamed and flew towards me, wrestling me under the batter. We flailed and wrestled, the crowd going wild before we were grabbed by Steve and Roy.

"I think they need to be cleaned up!" Francis addressed the audience. "Do you agree, boys and girls?"

The crowd were applauding and cheering as we were dragged from the vat and flung, one by one into the washing machine. As the drum tumbled there were bags of flour tossed into the top and foam sprayed in all directions. When we were dragged out, we looked dishevelled, foamy statues.

The ringmaster ushered us out of the ring.

"Teresa... I'm sorry..." I was cut short as Teresa hugged me.

"You silly thing! They loved it! Francis and I worked on that... You were starting to showboat so the perfect reaction was to drop you... But I couldn't let you enjoy it all by yourself!"

"What?"

"We planned it!"

"Oh Tre, I thought you were angry with me..." I was almost sobbing.

"Of course, not..." She laughed, pushing me towards the showers.

At this time in the show, the showers were empty. Teresa pushed me into the shower tent, sitting me down on the bench before she performed a slow striptease, her sodden leotard slipping off and then her tights. I bit my lip, noticing her pert nipples and lithe frame. She sat on my lap, starting to smear the clean parts of her body with the batter which still coated mine. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her.

"Ah.. ah..." She wagged her finger, before leaning down and pulling out a bundle of rope.

"No... I'm in charge here clown. You still need to be taught a lesson for showing off..."

She started to strip me, pulling off my sodden leggings and blouse, before grabbing my hands and tying them to the bench. I was soon lying flat, with my wrists and ankles tied. She reached into a locker and pulled out a huge cake, layers of chocolate and cream.

"Oh, look a proper pie... None of your foam and flour paste here..."

I shuddered as she brought the pie towards me, slamming it into my face. My world went dark as the chocolate and cream engulfed me. A second later, just as I was enjoying the sweet prison, I felt a weight on my face. It took me a moment to realise what was happening and then, as Teresa wriggled on my face I understood and started to lap at her sweet pussy.

The musky taste with the chocolate was intoxicating and I was lapping hungrily when Teresa exploded, slumping back down onto my chest.

"Whoo! Clown queen you are amazing... Right, I'm going to have a shower."

I squeaked in protest. "You can't leave me here! Like this!"

"Oh, no... You're quite right..." She pulled out a bag and showed me a pink dildo. "This will keep you entertained. Oh, look how wet you are! You really are enjoying yourself." She slid the device inside me, its fiendish vibrations teasing me."

"Tre... Teresa... Shit! No... Come back!"

***

"And where were you for the bows?"

I started to stutter by Francis just laughed.

"Teresa told me. Actually, I came in and saw you. It seemed you were miles away, certainly enjoying yourself."

I blushed deeply, I could have been seen by anyone, and that thought and the device between my legs had made me cum many times before Teresa had eventually come back to me. She had a leisurely shower and then went back into the ring for the final procession before untying me some hours later.

"It's okay. She tied the shower tent shut and told people there was a water leak. Do you know, it took all my self-control not to take you there and then."

"Oh, I wish you had..." I sighed.

"Do you now? Did that naughty minx get you all hot and bothered?" I blushed. "Well, we will have to see about that."

Francis grabbed me, pushing me down on the bed.

6. Time For Revenge

Teresa had apologised for jumping me and tying me up, I had, of course, hugged her saying it was all good. However, the little minx deserved some payback and that was what I was plotting.

It was clear that she enjoyed sloppy mess as much as me, and so I thought I had the perfect plan to get my revenge on her.

It was Monday, we had moved to a new city and already been in place for a week so, as it was a dark day and the big top was empty, I suggested that we rehearsed some new skits for the act and had asked Teresa if she would take part with me.

She had agreed readily and came into the big top dressed in a crop top and leggings. I had suggested a knife-throwing spoof. We would put Teresa against a wooden wall and pretend to throw knives, however, this would be a disaster so she would be set free and I would replace her, she would blindfold me and then, instead of knives, she would throw pies. It was a simple premise and she was keen to take part.

I had wheeled the props in, starting with the knife-throwing wall. It was painted with an outline of a performer with leather cuffs so that she couldn't move and be hit by flying steel. Well, that was at least the concept. Teresa gladly stepped up onto the platform, and I tightened cuffs around her wrists and ankles.

"Does that feel snug?"

"Oh yes, I'm not getting free from these." She giggled.

"Good... Funny that... How helpless you can be when you are all tied up..."

I watched her face, waiting for the penny to drop and the 'oh shit!' moment. There it was, followed closely by her frantic tugging at the cuffs.

"Now Jane... What I did to you, it was just a joke..."

"Ha... Ha..." I stated dryly.

"Jane... Please..."

Her eyes widened as I pushed the trolley into view. It was loaded with pies, cakes, jugs and buckets.

"Oh fuck!"

"Later high wire girl... If you are very lucky!"

"Now... Let's get on with the rehearsal, shall we? You see I think you need to experience how this will go. It will start with me pushing this pie into your face..."

The blueberry cream pie looked delicious, with its thick, gooey layers of cream and jam. It sunk into her features, the tin plate dropping to the floor leaving the crust on her face, just a hole where her nose had breached the crust. I followed it up with two chocolate banana pies. Slapping them hard into the sides of her head.

I stepped back as gravity did its job, the three pies sliding from her head as she shook.

"Oh, your lovely hair, it needs a shampoo..." Teresa had the most beautiful curly brunette locks. I popped the lid on the gallon jug of golden syrup and poured. The glacially slow flood of sticky syrup coated her hair, matting it to her head and oozing down her cream covered face and chest.

Next were two more pies... Left and right for her pert little breasts. From the equally pert nipples, I could see this was something which she was enjoying. I pulled open her crop top and poured an ice-cold milkshake into her sports bra. She swore as the cold mass filled the cups.

"Oh, is that too cold? You'll hate this then!"

Her face when I brought out the jugs of slush. We sold gallons of this icy, sugary drink. She pleaded as I tugged open her leggings and started to fill them to bursting first with blue raspberry and then with cola flavour. She was being so unladylike; I learnt a few new swearwords in her native Italian. It was for that reason I felt she deserved the wedgie I gave her, grabbing the back of her thong and pulling hard.

However, I felt she needed warming up. From the concession stand, I had brought a bucket of leftover, warm nacho cheese. I started to pour this into her already budging leggings. The Lycra stretched almost to bursting. I had to pour most of the bucket over her head where it coated her in the evil-smelling sauce.

A gallon each of chocolate and raspberry sauces from the ice cream stand covered her in sticky, gooey slime before I dropped a huge box of sprinkles on top.

"You know, you look good enough to eat!" I winked, stepping towards her and pulling down her leggings and thong. Kneeling on the padded platform I was able to reach my tongue into her slit, whereas the mixed flavour of cheese and slush was not pleasant, her reaction to my attention was delicious. Her knees buckled as she came hard, squirting on my face.

I stepped back, wiping my face with a towel.

"You are a very tasty girl..." I giggled. "But I still think there needs to be a bit more punishment going on here."

I pulled out two buckets of thick black treacle. She shuddered, pleading with me to stop but it was to no avail. She was soon nothing more than a shiny black blob, dripping onto the platform.

"Well, if that was the tar... We need some feathers..."

I had wondered about getting feathers to ape those worn by some of the performers, but instead had found a discarded sack of popcorn.

"Did I show you what else this prop can do?"

I hit a button and the wall started to rotate slowly. As she spun, I tossed handfuls of popped corn which clung to the glue-like molasses. She was soon unrecognisable.

I hit the stop button as she was hanging upside down, explaining I didn't want the toy I was going to put between her legs falling out, as I gently pushed the vibrator, she had used on me into her snatch.

It was a sight to behold, a shuddering popcorn monster who eventually cried out in ecstasy. I turned her by hand back to an upright position.

"Right... I have things to do... I'll let you get free, just as you did for me..."

I ignored her cries as I left the tent...

***

Of course, I'm not totally cruel, I released her after I had time to enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee and even scrubbed her back in the shower. She had reciprocated and we were soon kissing and making out under the hot water.

We were both waiting in the caravan when Francis returned that evening and, between us, ensured he had a wonderful time with me lapping at Teresa's mound as he took me from behind and us both kissing and sucking every inch of his body until we fell asleep together.

***

I would like to say that revenge ended there. However, it was not to be. As I had dressed for my act a couple of days later, I had been irritated, my skin seemed to be itchy all over and my quim was on fire. I was preparing to enter the ring when Teresa stepped behind me.

"You look fidgety there girl!"