The Creepy Clowns

In a clear space under a tall, spreading oak tree, a lady clown was picking flowers.

She was a very cute clown, it had to be said. Twin blonde ponytails, big blue eyes, pretty innocent face painted white. Red nose, red lips, blue shadows around her eyes and pink circles on her cheeks. A puffy yellow blouse that showed off her midriff. Pink suspenders, a frilly rainbow-striped skirt, rainbow-striped stockings and round red shoes. She was singing a little song to herself as she stooped to pick daisies from the grass, apparently entirely ignorant of the crowd that had gathered to watch her.

"Look," said Bonnie, pointing. "She's adorable."

"I guess," said Susie, a little doubtful. She'd always been a bit scared of clowns, even the cute ones. "But who's that."

Another clown was coming up behind her. He wasn't a lady clown. He was a boy clown. A surprisingly handsome boy clown, Bonnie thought, even in his white makeup and creepy white pierrot costume with black pompoms down the front. And he was holding something in his hands. It was an old-fashioned fireplace bellows, the kind that you squeezed to shoot a powerful gust of air.

The lady clown hummed as she continued to pick her flowers.

Susie felt her stomach drop. She didn't like where this was going. She almost felt like she should step in and do something. But everyone else was just standing around watching the show.

The boy clown looked at the audience, winked theatrically and put a finger in front of his lips. The girl clown spotted an unusually pretty flower, emitted a cry of delight and bent over deeply to tug it free from the earth. The boy clown spread his bellows and carefully positioned it underneath her skirt.

He looked once more at the audience, as if for confirmation. Susie shook her head minutely, but he didn't seem to see her at all. Everyone else was glued to the scene, holding their breath.

The boy clown squeezed the bellows.

The girl clown's frilly skirt was blasted up around her waist. Her pink panties were decorated with fat red lovehearts. Her bottom was adorably plump, her creamy thighs charmingly framed by her panties and the tops of her stockings. She squealed and clutched her skirt down, looking left and right to see if anyone had witnessed her exposure.

The boy clown quickly ducked behind the oak tree. The girl clown turned around, and saw nobody there.

Susie felt her hands clench into fists. She wanted to grab the boy clown and stop him. That wasn't okay! You couldn't play that kind of joke on a girl! But everyone else seemed to be laughing, as if it was funny. Bonnie was laughing as well, although there was something a little nervous about it.

With an effort, she controlled herself. It was only part of the show.