Part 3: The Script

Rebekah takes a deep breath and feels her brain clouding over and a bit more dull. The laughing gas in the trailer was really doing a number on her, and she barely knew why she was here at all. She picks up the script that the clown gave her to help get into the groove.

"1. Good clowns can get on their knees and suck dick all day."

"What?" She feels a twinge in her head. What kind of misogynist idea is this? Or was she misreading the script, the gas is really making it hard for her to focus on the writing on the page. She shakes her head and forces herself to make sure that she's reading that right. Her vision clears just in time to reread the instruction.

"1. Good clowns can get on their knees and suck dick all day."

At first the sentence confuses her, that definitely can't be right. She reads it again a couple more times, as if she had the attention span to comprehend it better by forcing the simple words to become clearer and clearer in her muddled mind, which has grown steadily fuzzier and fuzzier after each inhalation of the trailer's unique scent. Eventually she decides her head just hurts when she does this.

"Uh, maybe the next instruction clears it up. Yeah. Probably, right?" She tells herself, as she shifts to the next page.

"2. Good clowns only think of their ringmaster's cock."

She bites her lower lip and rubs her legs together, squirming as she finds herself unconsciously aroused by that idea.

"Ummm." She flips the page.

"3. Good clowns are ditzy and horny. All the time."

Her thighs squeeze tight and rub against themselves. "This is... just getting kinkier, but there's no way this script was actually serious. It must be some sort of circus prank?" She giggle-snorted to try and break the tension that was forming in her loins and mind. This certainly couldn't be part of the actual show tonight could it? Could she honestly put on an entire show while following these outlandishly bizarre instructions, or were they just meant as a joke. She kept flipping through the papers as if each page might give her answers to those questions.

"4. Good clowns don't really talk, they suck cock."

"5. Good clowns love large, thick cocks."

"6. Good clowns swallow loads happily and often."

Each line keeps getting filthier and filthier, but she was starting to have a harder and harder time finding a problem with any of it. She kept reading, and re-reading and every command up to the 100th page, and they were all so similar. By the time she was done, she found herself incredibly turned on, she was about to touch herself right before she heard a knock from the trailer door. It was already 10:00 and the show was about to start.

"Shit." Rebekah exclaimed as she woke up from what seemed like a trance. She scrambled around the room putting on the last of the details of her costume and checking everything else was good.

She stepped out to see the ringmaster grinning.

"There's my clown girl!" he says as he eyes her body, examining her choice in outfit. "Moe said you'd be our newest clown. Did you read your instruction for today's show?"

Rebekah nodded quickly. "Yeah, but, uh..."

The ringmaster wastes no time cutting her off.

"Then let's begin, you're one of the opening acts for our private show tonight!"

"Oh, private? Yeah, uh..." She's really struggling to speak the more he cuts her off.

"No big crowd, just some clientele for a preview performance." The ringmaster winked.

He motions Rebekah into the private entrance of the big top.