Go back out

Leanne really didn't want to stay in a room filled with guys in creepy clown outfits and began to back away towards the safety of the corridor when she was stopped. The clown she'd seen earlier had grabbed the door and was holding it open as he stared menacingly at her. Leanne froze in position gazing back and afraid to move or speak. After a tense few moments the clown took matters into his own hands and forcefully tugged the door towards him and sending Leanne flying into the room.

As the young woman stumbled inside she grabbed the attention of its occupants. Now the group of costumed clowns all turned to face her and immediately began to shuffle in her direction. Leanne tried to back away but she came into contact with the clown at the door. Jumping back as she bumped into his solid frame.

She was now surrounded by them. A group of five or six in total. Leanne spun in a circle, staring in fear at the horrible array of masks that enclosed her. There was no way through them and Leanne started to panic as she imagined what they might do to her. But she didn't have to wait long. Looking each creepy jester in the face she stopped as one offered her his plastic flower. Despite her apprehension she accepted the gift only to be squirted in the face by a blast of cold water.

The clowns all laughed horribly as Leanne spluttered. She regained her composure and wiped the water from her eyes to see another presenting her with a glass of water. Again Leanne took it cautiously but the glass was rigged and as she tried to drink the contents spilled down her chin and soaked her chest.

Again Leanne was treated to hysterical laughter from her audience. She was started to get annoyed with these tricks. She didn't like being made fun of and she was half wet through. She was about to challenge the alley of clowns when one placed a finger to his lips and held up a handkerchief. The young woman watched as he made a fist and covered it with the cloth. He held it towards Leanne and gestured for her to blow on it, which she reluctantly complied with. Waving his hand over the handkerchief the clown pulled it away to reveal something between his fingers. A coin? No, not a coin, a button. Her button!

Leanne's hands quickly went to her waist a little too late as she recognised the button from her jeans. She just failed to catch them and slapped her bare flesh as her jeans dropped to the floor. With her white lace panties exposed she tried to cover herself up. But her embarrassment wasn't through yet as the garment around her ankles caused her to fall flat on her face much to the amusement of the clowns.

Leanne struggled to her feet red faced from both the fall and her growing anger. She held her jeans up over her crotch as she stared angrily around the group. Her fury wasn't helped when one of them sprayed her once again, this time directly over her already drenched breasts. Her thin vest top was now see-through and the sexy material of her bra clearly visible. She didn't have time to worry about that though as another of the obnoxious clowns suddenly produced a pair of large scissors.

The young woman's fear suddenly returned as she spotted the sharp object before her. She watched anxiously as they were moved towards her and easily sliced through her top. With her underwear now fully exposed Leanne tried to cover her heaving chest, causing her to drop the jeans once more in the process.

Seeing Leanne panic whilst trying in vain to cover her body drew more delight from the clowns. This was all too much for her. She couldn't stand any more of this **** and had to get out. If only she wasn't surrounded.