The boy clown makes her jump

The boy clown extracted the girl clown's panties from a pocket of his white pierrot costume, and held them up high in the air for her to see. He dropped them into the suitcase. Then, he threw the suitcase up into a forked branch of the tree. The girl clown, squatting behind the lip of the tub, which was not especially high, followed every second of this.

The boy clown walked over to the tub and stood looking down at the girl clown, grinning. The audience couldn't quite see everything, but he was getting a perfect view. He reached up without looking, took down the extensible showerhead, and fiddled with the taps.

Then, he began to spray the girl clown with extremely cold water.

The girl clown shrieked and leapt out of the tub, droplets of water flying everywhere as she wriggled. The boy clown let go of the showerhead and kicked the wheeled tub, sending it flying away and out of view. The soaking wet girl clown clapped her hands across her perfect body and dropped into a crouch, wide blue eyes darting around the scene as she sought desperately for an avenue of escape. There wasn't one.

The boy clown patted her head, and pointed up at the suitcase, high above her head in the branch of the tree.

The girl clown shook her head. The boy clown shrugged, stood back, and began to take pictures of her.

The girl clown bit her lip. She stood up, and very deliberately turned her back on the audience, showing them only her bare red bottom. Instantly her hands flew to hide it, allowing the boy clown to capture an excellent full-frontal shot of her lovely nudity. The girl clown's toes curled, and she gritted her teeth as she regarded the suitcase.

With one hand, the other still covering her bottom, she reached up. The case was just out of her reach.

The boy clown snapped off a few more excellent pictures as the gorgeous naked blonde sprang into the air, her face a picture of frustration as the suitcase with all her clothes in it remained stubbornly at arm's length. Her ponytails bounced as she leapt for it, using first one hand, then both, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she struggled to knock the case free. Her lovely spanked bottom wiggled as she hopped, jiggling all over, unable to shield herself from the cameras, the need to use both hands rendering her quite incapable of covering up.

Her fingers came closer, closer still, knocking the case an inch at a time with each jump. The boy clown clicked away. She brushed the handle, not quite able to grab it, trying to ignore the whistles and cheers, putting all her effort into getting just that little bit more distance...

The case slipped free.

It landed on the grass. The girl clown grabbed it, fumbling with the catch in her haste to get it open, no longer caring about covering herself, solely focused on getting her clothes back. She flipped open the catch, pressed the hidden button. The suitcase popped open.

A banana cream pie flew out and hit her in the face.

As cream dripped into her full naked breasts, her mouth fell open. Slowly, not quite daring to believe it, she picked up the suitcase and turned it upside-down. Except for the spring-loaded pie, the case was empty.

She turned, slowly, to stare daggers at the boy clown. He winked, and took another picture.