Clowning around

Dylan paused to catch her breath, hiding behind a crate as she slipped down to the floor while the events of tonight replayed in her mind. She had been stripped of her bedsheet, fell several stories and tumbled down a hillside, fell from a tree, chased around by dogs and police, gassed at a golf course, almost eaten by a lion, soaked in a fountain, beaten up and thrown into a dumpster by bikers, got covered in blueberry syrup, nearly arrested, handcuffed, chased by a dog again after getting the cuffs off, landed in a garbage truck, tumbled down another hill, landed butt first into a cake, tricked into exposing herself to frat boys by a sorority just to get a paper bag, get soaked again from a puddle by a car driving by, and streaked a crowded Goodwill.

All in the span of one night!

"Can I ever live this down?" Dylan muttered to herself, her face growing redder by the second. "Well... I guess on the bright side, I can't imagine things getting any -"

*SLAM!*

Dylan jumped as she shot to her feet, the haul to the truck having been slammed shut and locking her inside the truck as she heard the engine rev up.

"I should really learn not to say things like that..." The naked agent muttered with a flat look as she felt the truck driving off. With a sigh, she sat back down, wondering where she was going now...

After what felt like an hour, Dylan finally felt the truck come to a stop. Realizing that the driver would have to unload all this soon, Dylan looked around for a place to hide before seeing an empty steamer trunk that had been left open, scrambling inside and closing it as the haul opened up again. Curiously, the naked agent could hear corny organ music being blared as she felt a couple of men carry her out of the haul.

"You know, Bruno? This is heavier than when we put it in."

"I know, right?! What did those clowns put in this thing?"

"Please don't look inside! Please don't look inside! I've had enough for tonight, please!" Dylan whispered to herself as she prayed the men wouldn't get curious.

After a few minutes, Dylan felt the trunk being sat down before the two men walked off, finally leaving her alone. Using this time, Dylan peeked out to see that she was in a tent that had several vanities and dressing curtains, as well as a few funny looking pants on racks.

"Finally!" Dylan whisper shouted as she climbed out of the trunk, relieved that her nightmare was now over. Reaching for a pair of baggy, polka dotted pants with red suspenders, Dylan slipped them on and strategically placed the straps over her breasts before looking around to find a shirt...

Only for the suspenders to snap and the pants to fall to her ankles just as she took a single step.

"What the hell?!" Dylan snapped in annoyance as she looked down.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Looking back up, Dylan blushed as she saw a woman dressed in a black leotard and fishnets, red tailed jacket, black top hat, white gloves, and white boots staring at her in annoyed anger.

"I... Uh, I can explain this..." Dylan said sheepishly.

"You're on in two minutes and you're not even freaking ready yet!" The Woman shouted, grabbing Dylan by the shoulder and dragging her to one of the vanities. "We at least have to put your makeup on! I'll let the others know you're preforming naked and tell them to improvise; you guys are good at that after all. Thankfully, there's no children in the audience tonight!"

'Audience'? 'Preforming'? 'Others'? 'Makeup'? Where was she?!

"Excuse me, but I think there's been a -" Dylan began, only to be interrupted as The Woman quickly opened a few jars filled with colored substances inside and began applying them to Dylan's face, the agent sputtering a bit.

"Hold still!" The Woman barked as she used a sponge to apply some white to the entirety of the naked agents face before grabbing a brush and dabbing it into a jar that had some red substance and applying it to Dylan's lips and nose.

After a full minute, The Woman finally stopped and turned Dylan to a mirror, The Agent's eyes going wide at what she saw. On the vanity were several open jars of fast drying face paint. Her face had been painted white with a purple star over her left eye and a green sprial on her cheek, her nose and lips painted a bright candy apple red. It suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks.

She was at a circus. This woman must have been The Ringmaster. And she thought she was one of the clowns.

"Ma'am! There has been a complete mistake!" Dylan tried to explain, "I don't work for your circus, I -"

"I know you don't work for me!" The Ringmaster said in annoyance, "You're the replacement that temp agency sent over while Julie's on maternity leave. Now get out there! You've got fifty-eight seconds!"

"No! I -"

"Bernice! Samuel!" The Ringmaster called out as two clowns (a man dressed as a fireman and a woman dressed as a police officer) came into the room, "Show her to the center ring!"

"Now wait a second!" Dylan cried out as she struggled to get out of the grips of the two clowns as The Ringmaster went to introduce the act. "I'm not a clown!"

Despite her struggling and protests, however, Dylan found herself being pushed into the center ring as a spotlight shone down from above. The woman let out a yelp at the sight of several hundred people laughed, applauded and whistled at her, Dylan slapping her arms over her breasts and womanhood.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The Ringmaster called out into her microphone, slowly backing out of the ring. "Send in The Clowns!"