Join her in the powder room ((Costs 30 guts and 30 stamina))

There's nothing discrete about what you're doing-- the two clown assistants who form the staff here must know what's happening, as you allow Bubblegum to drag you from the bar stools to the powder room she first emerged from, moving in a drunken zig-zag pattern. "Normally this place is just for girls but since you're uh... since you're like... since I'm a drunk girl it's okay for you to come in with me so I don't uh... because I'm drunk! It's okay," she rambles, wearing a big grin and looking self-satisfied, as though her explanation just now made perfect sense. "Don't worry, nobody thinks it's like, weird or anything. It's just like... I'm drunk so you're going into the powder room with me."

You nod your head in agreement as much as you can, with your face being stuffed against her bosom. It's up to you to do a lot of the directing, as Bubblegum keeps veering off course and nearly tripping into tables. "Let's go ahead and uh... let's powder my nose..." she giggles with a conspirator's grin, waving goodbye to the bartender as you and she disappear behind the door, vanishing into the lady's powder room.

This location exudes all the class that Bubblegum herself currently does not, with a long, marble counter at the back and a black-and-white, piano key patterned rug over black marble tiles at your feet. Atop the counter is a row with a few sinks, a few mirrors, and various powder bowls and make-up items. Notably, the make-up here is not the same assortment ordinary girls might need for dates-- it includes bright hair dyes, face paints, and all sorts of things clowns might use. The room has a few small stools as well, hand-towels, and a small waste receptacle, but right now, you only have eyes for the girl who's entered along with you.

A big, stupid smile spreads across Bubblegum's face, now that she finally has you where she wants you. She wraps her arms around your neck and pushes you against one of the walls, immediately catching your lips inside her pink-painted ones for a slobbery kiss. "Hehehe... you're so cute, Bowie. I've been thinking that ever since I--" she pauses, smacking her lips against your so noisily that it drowns out her own words for a moment, "saw you at Clown Candy. I can tell you're just my type." The smell of **** mixes with the fruity scent of her perfume, as she pushes her hands into your hair, drawing you even harder into her arms.

At a loss for words, you say nothing, but instead move your hands to the small of her back, where her flesh is peeking through the low cut of her strapless dress. She shivers with happiness as you stick your hands further in, groping at the supple curvature of her buttocks beneath the silky fabric. The lacy fabric of whatever she's wearing beneath shifts, feeling as though it could tear at your touch, as you explore her body.

Bubblegum flips her hair over one shoulder, then licks her lips, gathering up all the saliva from her makeout session just now. Her pink lipstick now smears into the white makeup coating her face, giving her a disheveled look. "I'm gonna make you feel so good... nobody gives a better blowjob than me, Bowie. Nobody in the whole park," she informs you, stoking your anticipating bulge as she drops down to her knees on the piano-patterned rug. "Whip it out... Let it outta there and I'll show you what I mean. I wanna get it out but like your pants are... your pants are like... you know? They're like stuck onto you or something!" she grumbles, fiddling uselessly with your zipper and buttons. She's too wasted to figure out how to get your slacks off.

Well, what else is a clown assistant for, if not to assist clown girls? You comply with her request, unzipping your pants to let your extremely erect penis out into the open air. The pink-haired clown stares dreamily at it for a moment, then looks up at your face with a shocked expression. "It's uh, kinda... like, big? I thought it'd be small but it's actually sorta... wow!" she half compliments, half insults you, now shamelessly grabbing it with one hand and forming an O around the shaft with her fingers. She pulls her hand away to show you the circle then points at it. "You're that big!"

You're not sure what to think about this form of dirty talk, but you're going crazy, waiting for the action to start. You decide to gently encourage her, placing one hand atop her pink-dyed scalp.

A big smile spreads across her face and she starts to rub her cheek up and down the length of your shaft. "Hehehe... you want it so bad..." she teases you, placing a few kisses along your aching dick that leave sloppy, pink lipstick marks. Her tongue falls out and traces a path along your balls, up the shaft, and then to the head, in an aimless, random pattern, before moving back to lap up and down against your sack. "This is my favorite candy of all-- a cute guy's dick. Looking at this, I can learn everything about you! It's so fun playing with boys like this... I'm gonna slurp it so hard..."

Finally, she stops paying lip-service to her skills and starts a different sort of lip-service, wrapping her mouth fully around the head of your cock. You can feel yourself sucked in deeper, as the woman's sparkling, drunken eyes stare up at your own and a soft "mmmmm" escapes her mouth, as though she really is tasting some particularly tasty candy back at her shop. Her tongue circles around your head and shaft, then her lips pull back, drawing up to the head with a puckering pop noise.

This was just an appetizer-- she reverses the motion now, then repeats it, her gorgeous pink hair now flapping in a rhythmic sway as she pushes your length in and out of her mouth. A smile plays at the corners of her mouth, but there's only so expressive she can be with a mouth full of your dick. You encourage her by placing both hands atop her head now, feeling yourself shiver in pleasure at her practiced blowjob routine. Her earlier self-assessment was probably right-- a slutty skill like this would be wasted on a school teacher. She belongs at Down to Clown!

The girl tilts her head, her cheek extending slightly with the thrust of your dick as she smirks up at you. Saliva is dripping from her lower lips now, making a mess of her face-paint. "Cum in my mouth," she manages to get out, now moving one hand up to stroke the base of your shaft in addition to using her mouth at the head.

You aren't ready for this to end just yet! With a grunt, you grab hold of her head more tightly and push yourself in further, turning this into a deep-throat. You see her eyes widen for a moment and tears unwillingly well at the corners of her eyes, causing her pink eye-shadow to start running like tears down her white cheeks. Still, she responds, allowing you to go in deep before you shoot it all inside her throat. She closes her eyes tightly with a furrowed brow as you grip your hands tightly into her hair, but you can hear her gulping as the jizz slides into her throat. You find yourself breathing intensely, leaning against the wall for support after the most intense blowjob of your life.

She gulps a few more times, then grins big, her mouth a mess of ruined pink facepaint and cum. "Hehe. I told you... I'm the beeeesht at the park at BJs," she boasts again. You aren't sure if that's true, but it's a believable claim! She wipes around her mouth with her hand again, then licks her fingers. "Hey, Bowie. Can you go again? You wanna use my pushy this time?" To encourage you, she now sits down on the rug, then scoots back a bit on her backside, before raising both legs into the air and pushing aside her dress. "My puuuushy," she repeats, now displacing her skimpy white underwear to show you her sopping wet pussy. The neat little patch of hair above her slit is bright pink as well, dyed just like her hair.

You grab her purse, then pull out a condom, nearly dropping it in your hurry. She keeps making a swipe at your dick, as though she's going to grab it and stick you right inside before you have a chance to armor up.

"I can put that on with my mouth, I'm really good at it! Well I can't do it when I'm drunk so... maybe not now..." she giggles. The laugh turns into a snorting peel of laughter, the kind that a drunkard can only make at their own joke.

Once the condom's on, you don't waste a second, grabbing hold of her legs and dropping into a mating press with Bubblegum beneath you, pushing her shoulders back into the piano-patterned rug, which will probably need a good washing tonight. "Oooooh, fuck! You're still really hard!" she applauds you, moving her hands up to your shoulders and digging her fingers into your vest as you grunt with exertion, thrusting hard inside of her. She's a bit loose-- it's not hard to figure out that you're not her first. That said, you may be one of her best, given how she's reacting, now letting out a stream of unintelligible pleas that are likely a mixture of her drunken state and the pleasure she's feeling. "That's so good! Cum! Cum cum cum cum! Or don't come don't cum yet! Keep going! Hit me deep again, yeah, like that!" she babbles, throwing her head back with her pink hair splayed out around her.

You don't want her to be the only one using their full power technique. You wrap your arms about her legs strongly and thrust harder-- her glittery dress looks like nothing more than a sash as it falls away from both her breasts and her hips, displaced from your rigorous motions. The pretty pink tips of her breasts rock up and down with each of your thrusts as you try to match her increasingly crazy demands.

"Oh crap, cumming! I'm really cumming now! Oh fuck, Bowie I'm gonna cum so hard, you gotta cum nooow!" she moans, throwing her arms back. You can feel her spraying all over the carpet as you respond to her demands, filling the condom with your load. "Gooood! That was craaazy! Was I your first clown girl? You've done this a time or two already, haven't you?"

You're not sure what's the right answer to that, so you hold your tongue, breathing heavily as you pull yourself out of Bubblegum and throw the condom in the wastebasket.

"Aw... I forgot you were using one of those..." she giggles, lying with her legs splayed out on the carpet and her pussy leaking. Another big grin comes onto her face. "Good boy... I can't get pregnant. I'm gonna be a teacher..."

Maybe she's just drunk out of her mind, or maybe she hasn't given up on that dream after all. Regardless, you sit down to join her on the carpet. She's so drunk, you're pretty sure you're going to have to walk her to her apartment and keep an eye on her to make sure she's safe. This isn't the side of Bubblegum you expected to see... you feel like you need to take care of her, rather than the other way around. Bubblegum, the Helpless Clown.

Oops. You said that last thought out loud.

"Hehehehehe... That was a funny joke! You called me helpesh.... well, I am helplesh... I'm helplesh against cute boys with big cocks..." she responds with a devilish grin, suddenly shifting onto all fours and beginning a crawl towards you. "I'm so helplesh...!"

... It seems you'd better get ready for a round three!

((Lost 30 guts and 30 stamina))