New Orders: Lauren "Bobo the Clown" Boebert

"Eugh."

Lauren Boebert took another drag of her cigarette. Reeking of smoke and stale McDonald's fries, she stood outside the alley she called home and gazed around in search of clients. Back in her days as first a restaurant owner, and then a House representative, she could have made quota easily. She used to fuck twice that number almost daily. Unfortunately, her very public fall from grace turned her into a pariah, and her required uniform handled the rest.

If she had a choice, she wouldn't go through with any of this. Necessity bred new tactics. Seduction and sometimes money used to be her method. Now she settled for ****. As soon as a new mark walked too close, she snatched his collar and pulled him over.

"Hey! What are you-"

"Hi. I'm going to fuck you. I don't care if you want it or not, it's happening."

"Aren't you-"

"Yeah yeah, it's me, Bobo the Fucking Clown. Yes, I got caught trading state secrets for sex. Yes, an executive order decided I have to live like this to make up for it. You're just another notch until I'm done with this."

Lauren Boebert, or Bobo as people knew her now, dropped her cigarette and crushed out the embers on her high heeled clown shoe. The gun barrels on her bullseye target bra cups poked against the man's chest as he brought him closer and dragged him into the alley. Tossing him to the ground, she pulled one of the unused balloons from a nearby bag, ripped open his pants, and wrapped that balloon around his dick. It matched the colorful array of full bulbs forming her miniskirt.

She read the confusion riddling his face. She got this response often. "I'm a clown, not a COMPLETE idiot. I don't want STDs either."

"But it's... it's a balloon."

"Rubber's rubber. You're not here to talk, you're here to help me make quota."

In the before times, she would have started with some foreplay. She didn't have that luxury anymore. Pulling her lanky, greasy pink hair back, she impaled her cunt on his hardening cock. Her long pink nails pressed on his shirt while she rode him.

Her eyeshadow left a long black streak from her bloodshot eyes, while she gave her threatening glare through her glasses. All the while, her pink makeup frown mirrored her disapproval. Her overall white face paint emphasized this element alongside her blush and pink makeup nose. Her pink bullet earrings swayed with her motion.

With him as her tenth guy of the day, and dusk coming close, she had a long night ahead of her if she wanted to reach quota.