Put on a Happy Face

Hello Readers! Admittedly, this is an off-the-wall story. It revolves around a young man named Tom who is at a Halloween costume party dressed as Joker from the movie "Joker" (2019). Aside from Tom's costume and make-up, it really has nothing to do with the character or the plot of the movie and that is why it has not been submitted to the Celebrities & Fan Fiction genre. It's not necessary to have seen the movie to read this story. The basic plot of this story is about a jilted young man (Tom) who intimidates his ex-girlfriend in to giving him a reluctant blowjob. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and thank you for reading!

Part One

Tom sat on the couch, stewing. He took a drag of his cigarette every now and then, but even the nicotine could not calm his anger and distress. Once more, he found himself thinking of Virginia. She had dumped him two months ago for some high school guy whom she found endearing and attractive. Whatever. Anyway, that romance had long fizzled out. What a surprise, Tom thought to himself, smiling vindictively and taking another drag of his cigarette.

He had to admit Virginia was sexy though, even if she had left him. Virginia was 19 years old, and Tom had just turned 24. He knew that, to a teenager like Virginia, so young and so innocent, a man in his twenties seemed deliciously seductive, like a ripe piece of forbidden fruit.

But with that said, he knew that she was a slut on the inside. He could spot it ten miles away and this is part of what had attracted him to her. And even now it attracted him to her. On the couch where Tom sat, he was in the midst of young people at this Halloween costume party. It was at Virginia's parents' house where they all lived together, happily. Her parents were away for the weekend, and he knew that sweet little slut was around here somewhere.

When Tom had heard that there was a party at Virginia's, he had arbitrarily and rudely decided to invite himself without receiving an actual invitation. He couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with this one girl whom he had dated so briefly. Well, the truth was, he didn't want her. He wanted that sweet mouth of hers. That sweet teenage mouth. He grew hard at the thought of those pink lips, that bubblegum tongue. Oh goodness.

Still, the young lady had a wandering eye that had played upon Tom's insecurities and low self-esteem. She had openly flirted with other men when they were out together, and Tom's unsteady sense of self fell even further down.

With all that was said and done, their times together weren't all bad. In fact, most of the times they spent together were fun and exciting and sexy. He chuckled to himself as he thought of Virginia's fixation on the 2019 movie Joker starring Joaquin Phoenix and Robert De Niro. The girl definitely had some sort of strange, erotic obsession with the crazy clown that simply called himself Joker. She had a special fondness for the Pogo's Comedy Club scenes. Tom simply shook his head. That was Virginia for you.

Tom looked down at his costume for the party. He was appropriately dressed for what he had come to receive.

Tom had taken great care in choosing his costume, his make-up, and using green hair dye, just like Joker had done in the film. He wore a teal, button-up shirt, covered by a yellow vest, and finally, the grandest of all, his iconic red suit.

The make-up and the hair had been the real pain in the ass to apply. To start off, he had painted his entire face white just like Joker had done in the film. Aside from the ghostly white, he had painted big red lips upon his mouth that was upturned into a smile, a dash of red on the tip of his nose, and arched red eyebrows high on his forehead. He had painted teal diamonds on his eyes, one side extending downwards like an exaggerated tear. Tom had also combed his shoulder-length, green hair back with hairspray, curling his tresses. This was a far cry from the crewcut he had kept only months before in the summertime as he surfed and combed the beaches.

To the casual observer, it seemed that Tom was going to great lengths to win his ex-girlfriend back. But, as he smushed out the cigarette in the ashtray, he was there to crush her, not to win over her heart. He wanted that pretty pink mouth on his cock once more and he would do anything to get it, even as dressing as one of her darkest fantasies.

Virginia was unaware that Tom had come to her party dressed as Joker, or frankly, that he was even there at all. It would unnerve her if she found out and at this Tom grinned in a most sadistic manner. She had not spotted him at the party yet and he had not spotted her, though he had heard a rumor that she was dressed as Barbie. What a bimbo, he chuckled to himself, and leaned back on the couch. The night was young, and he had all night to find and approach the slut-in-waiting. He would then have his way with her incognito - well, at least until it was too late.

In small circles of seedy men, Virginia was referred to as "The Mouth" because it was her greatest asset: It could persuade the most stubborn of men, weaken the knees of soldiers, and suck as if it had been her main purpose in life.

Tom had a plan on how he would get another one of those famous blowjobs. Shortly after their break-up, he had come to her house when she wasn't at home. Her sister had been home, unaware of the turmoil between the young couple. Her sister had admitted him inside, where he immediately went up to Virginia's bedroom and slipped her small locket diary into his jacket pocket. The sister, completely braindead to the theft, continued to watch her soap operas, and merely waved him out when he exited, her eyes never leaving the screen.

From the diary entries he had read, he could tell she was a sporadic diarist; he didn't even know if she knew the diary was missing or if he was the one who had taken it. He noticed in her entries that sometimes she would write several times a week, or sometimes go as long as three or four months without recording anything.

It was this theft that he would use as leverage: he would get that sweet mouth of hers before the end of the night, of this he was certain. He would use that diary - the recording of her most intimate thoughts - to get what he wanted from her. He saw no obstacles in his way, and he would come to her and for her with full force.

Part Two

Tom got up from the couch and began to casually search through the clusters of young people for Virginia. And then he spotted her. Wow, she really looked hot. Her long, naturally dark hair had been dyed a platinum blond. She wore upon her face too much make-up: blush, heavy lipstick, and thick, dark mascara. Her nails were painted a delicate pink color and she wore a skimpy pink dress with flesh-colored high heels, four-inches high. He noted that, with her heels on, she was almost as tall as he was at his height of 5'10".

He adjusted the collar of his shirt, as if he were to approach her for the first time. He was unafraid of her finding out that it was really him: his voice was not of the distinctive kind - it could've belonged to anyone, and, with his face caked in paint, he didn't fear that she would recognize him in any way at all. He was incognito in his costume that he had put together so carefully to deceive her.

But as he approached her, she seemed suspicious of him. He introduced himself as "Joker" and Virginia looked around, looking for someone safe to cling to that might pull her away from this conversation. After all, movie fantasies are much different than reality. After a moment or two of small chitchat, she felt more comfortable and captivated by his presence. There was something so overwhelming about the way he carried himself.

"And what's your name?" he inquired sweetly, sliding his hands in his pockets, his eyes searching hers.

"I'm Virginia. Or Barbie. Either will do just fine," she said, fluttering her curved, dark eyelashes, openly flirting with him like she had with so many other guys at the party. She delicately held a glass of wine in her hand, from which she occasionally took a sip.

"Well Virginia," he said in a deep, seductive voice. "Why don't we sit on the couch together? Get to know one another a bit?"

"Well, I don't know," she said.

He looked at her, smiling with his big, wide, red-painted mouth, urging her to come along with him, his eyebrows raised and nodding his head. He knew she wanted to.

"Well alright," she agreed, smiling and hooking her arm into the crook of his and they sifted through the groups of young people here and there, plopping their bodies on the leather couch.

Her dress was so short and snug that it barely covered her behind as she sat down. He noted that it was made of some sort of stretchy fabric and his eyes wandered over her figure as she sipped her wine. She looked at him and smiled shyly.

"So, tell me Joker," she inquired. "What kinds of things do you like to do in your free time?" She was trying to play it clean and straight, and Tom knew that simply was not her.

He forcefully took the glass out of her hand and set it down on the coffee table. Steamily, he leaned his body against hers, never breaking eye contact with her. He was the boss. He was in charge. He wanted her. Virginia seemed surprised at his sudden advance.

"Come on, baby," he whispered, softly holding the back of her head. "Give me a kiss. Just one little kiss."

Virginia giggled shyly and innocently, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. That simply would not do, he decided. He pressed his lips to hers. She resisted at first, but then melted into his embrace. She was the one who slipped her tongue in between his lips first and he could feel his cock rise and harden even more than previously. Every subtle brush of their skin against one another only served to arouse him more and Virginia, in spite of herself, found herself growing wet.

The dress she wore was extremely skimpy, even for her: her slim, smooth arms were exposed, as was her collarbone, shoulders, and upper back. It was a tube dress. A generous amount of thigh was greeting his eye as the young twosome made out on the leather couch. Touches, caresses, kisses, giggles. They were no different than the other partygoers: young people were either coupled in make-out sessions or they were grouped in the corners, laughing and talking with each other or dancing to the loud music. Drinks were generous, as were the cigarettes. Wildness was in the cards.

A drunken man of twenty years or so nearly tripped over Virginia's slutty platform heels and he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Barbie and Joker sat upon the couch, laughing at the mishap that had interrupted their kiss. It was an unlikely pair: a sexily deranged man and a young lady with one of the most famous figures in all of Mattel's creatures. His large hand resting on her forearm, he laughed.

"Baby, is there someplace where we can be alone?"

"Joker -" she began to protest.

He kissed her earlobe. "Don't refuse me, sweetheart," he gently placed her small hand on the erection in his slacks. She could feel the outline of his cock so easily. He was so big and pronounced.

She giggled sweetly at his condition and took his hand, leading him through the crowded living room and up the stairs to her bedroom. Of course, Tom already knew where her bedroom was located, but he didn't let on: he was clever and charming. And now she would be his - again.

Virginia closed her bedroom door behind him. Her room looked pretty much the same as it did the last time he was there, but he didn't let her know this: he looked around as if it was the first time he had entered this lovely sanctuary that was bathed in pink and white.

She laughed nervously but he was anything but nervous. He held her small face gently his hands and began to kiss her neck. "Baby, would you like to suck on me?"

Virginia was not at all flattered by this forwardness and she drew her head back abruptly, meeting him eye to eye. She walked quickly towards her bedroom door, but he stood in front of it, his frame too big for her to confront. He locked the door and ordered her, between gritted teeth, to suck him off.

Knowing she could not fight his overwhelming presence, she, in resignation, fell to her knees before him. His red slacks were bulging out the front. Despite the discomfort she felt, she couldn't help but also feel intrigued by what seemed to be his large size. He unbuttoned and unzipped his red slacks, releasing his strained and veiny cock from its confines. She was about to put her small, sweet mouth onto his member when she noticed something unusual: a tattoo. A teal tattoo that read "Pogo's." Oh my god, could this be...? She recollected Tom had gotten a Pogo's tattoo in his groin area. It was the same man. She looked up at him, spooked by her observation.

He chuckled, his eyes downwards at this beautiful Barbie at his knees. "Virginia honey, you wouldn't happen to have a diary missing, would you?"

"Oh my God, Tom!" she shrieked and started to get up from her knees. He pushed her back down in a heated fever and demanded that she suck him off. "No, I simply will not!" she protested.

"Well, then, you won't be getting your diary back."

"I don't care." She stood up once more to meet him eye to eye.

"Oh? So, you don't mind if I tell everyone about Donny? Or Richard? Or Jack? Or Kevin? Kind of promiscuous behavior for a dentist's daughter I'd say. It simply wouldn't do to have your whorish behavior revealed now, would it? Be a good girl and those secrets will be kept between the two of us. Silencio."

After a moment of quiet intimidation, he pushed her to her knees once more. His throbbing cock was exposed to the chilly air. She wordlessly agreed on the deal: she would give him the blowjob of his dreams if that's what it took for her innocent image to remain intact. He would soon give her her diary back and all would be settled.

Tom loved seeing her on her knees before him. God, what a sight. She wrapped her sweet mouth around his member and started to nurse on him. He was dripping like a faucet, his precum creamy and ivory. This bimbo before him flicked her thumb across the underside and he moaned in pleasure. Wrapping her lips around his cock, she began to take him in, inch by inch.

"Oh yes baby, suck on me. Oh yeah, you like that, don't you? My sweet little cocksucker."

He held his hand on the top of her head, her platinum hair so soft and feminine. Her delicate tongue slithered around his engorged penis like it had always done when she blew him. It was her little way of reminding him of what a man he was. She was Frenching his penis and it was paradise.

Her long, slender fingers stroked his cock gently, her nails painted a pretty pink color. His balls were full of cum as she massaged them teasingly. He needed a release. Badly.

Tom held his head back, moaning to God how good she was. Did he dare look down? He did. And he nearly exploded. Those big blue eyes of hers looked up at him with such innocence, with such naivete. He was taking advantage, he was blackmailing, and he was loving every minute of it.

Virginia's soft, velvety throat opened up for entry and his cock, maybe six or seven inches long, tested that sweet bell that hung at the back of her throat. She couldn't help but gag some at his size, but the reflex subsided, and his bigness filled her up. It was almost as if her throat was especially crafted and uniformed for his size. It was such a tight, perfect fit.

She was so seductive with those big blue eyes, and he grinned, looking down at her. "Yeah, you're liking it, aren't you baby? Oh, my sweet baby. You always were such a good cocksucker. One of the best."

"Oh Tom," she said, feigning her passion and easing her mouth off of him for a moment to take a quick breath.

"Oh yes, baby. I've missed you too."

Virginia's mouth returned to sucking on him, the flesh of her pink lips folding and unfolding as he slipped in and out. The threads of her saliva and strings of his precum kept them connected with lust. Finally, he could not restrain himself any longer.

His large dick, lodged in the tight confines of her throat, began to pump spurt after spurt of lust down into her, sliding down into her tummy, that tight tummy that had housed so much sperm before. And now it housed even more sperm. He was very pleased with this, and he was sure she was too.

Tom removed his cock from her mouth, now flaccid and slowly shriveling. Virginia had easily swallowed his love without so much as a flinch at the taste. Sweet bimbo. Sweet, naïve bimbo. His cock that now met the chilly October air was still leaking little droplets of cum and he took the head of his organ and, as she looked up at him uncertainly, he made a smiley face upon her waiting cheek: two dots for the eyes and a curved smile beneath them. He was pleased.

As he began to pull his slacks and underwear up, the young lady, still on her knees, inquired: "Tom, where is my diary?"

"I don't have it with me. It's at my house."

She stood up defiantly. "But you promised you'd give it back!"

He laughed and patted her opposite, dry cheek. "Put on a happy face, my dear. Don't look so glum."

At this exiting line, he unlocked her bedroom door and returned to the party as if nothing seedy had occurred behind closed doors.

Part Three

It was shortly after that otherworldly blowjob that Tom entered the bathroom. He took a bit of bathroom tissue and used it to clean up the left over cum and saliva that Virginia had left on his cock. His penis was now in pristine condition. He was satisfied that his plan had worked so well. That sweet young lady had blown him like he knew she would. She was a cocksucking goddess.

He tossed the bathroom tissue in the toilet and flushed it. He walked over to the mirror and peered into his reflection. He was not frowning, but he was not smiling either. He pushed his fingers inside the corners of his lips and curved his mouth into a smile. Yes, this certainly was an occasion to put on a happy face.