Yes, as the Bobo's new ASSistant.

Hours later, Jamie awoke inside Bobo's trailer finding herself slumped against the wall and still covered in dried cum. Her head ached horribly, the side effect of being fucked so roughly and from her constant screaming. Down below, her ass had even worse pain as the once virgin area strained to recover from being raided by the clown's kingly cock. She got up and immediately took a look around for the filthy bastard who'd abudcuted her and managed to see how he lived. The trailer was small and ragged with papers and perversely themed clown items all over the place; a workstation right next to the bed seemed to be the only place he spared any expense. A high class computer with a plush, leather, desk chair and an accompanying shelf of labed tapes and disks. The rest was what you'd expect from a shitty clown trailer, rancid kitchen, disgusting bathroom, and a bedroom modified with an dresser and mirror she assumed he used for his performances.

The perusal of Bobo's abode was interrupted by the clown himself, abruptly walking through the door and throwain't some shit on the dinning table. "Ah, Ballon tits! You're finally awake!"

"You son of a bitch. I am going to kill you right after I sue your ass! You fucking humiliated and **** me back there and then you have the gall to try to kidnap me?! Fuck you clown!", said a red and steamingly furious Jamie.

"Oh, you poor poor cumdump you," Bobo mimed up some tears and a sniffle, "For one, you should learn how to read. The sign gives a clear warning about my show and not to feed the clown." Jamie recalled the warning and felt less confident, but regained some in thinking it was a filmsy arguement. "And secondly, I have some bad news you might want to hear. So sit your wonderful ass down and...cover yourself up," Bobo's eyes wandered her naked body, "You're making me think about 'business' when I need to be think about business..."

Jamie forgot her nudity in her rage and quickly covered herself with the filthy blanket on the bed and took a seat right there. "Okay, what is it clown?", she asked.

"You might have seen my collection right here," he motioned to the shelf, "I record all of my shows, and no one but me is able to do so. I have a strict no phone policy and any that do make it past are jammed by a device I bought off the dark web. FBI shit. So if YOU, my big titted bimbo bitch, don't want to be the next girl on Bobo the Perverted Clown's Pitched Tent Circus website, then I suggest you do as I say. And let's just start with dropping all that lawsuit nonsense and losing that attitude for a more submissive one."

A shocked Jamie had been robbed of her ability to cry as this foul man held her personal life in the balance. The fear took over and she had no ideas other than to agree to whatever terms Bobo had. "...Okay, clown. I submit. What do you want?"

He laughed a terrifyingly joyful, clownish laugh, "That is just great! Okay, so I need something, in this case someone, to spice up my act and let me expand my business. Two clowns means I can do twice the work or twice the quality whenever I wish. So, you will become my new assistant, emphasis on the ass. Your name will be Bimby the Bimbo Clownette."

Jamie shuddered at the thought of being this man's filthy clown girl at every show and having her life revolve around his disgusting act. "Fine, but what the fuck is a clownette. I thought female clowns were just that, clowns."

"Look kid, I've got a hold on the perverse clown market okay. I'll call you want I wanna call you, plus it fits and sounds classy in a slutty way. Now, let's put on your outfit. That's what I've been doing for the past half hour."

The naked Jamie was hesitant but swiftly moved along by her new boss who pushed her naked butt into the dressing room/bedroom and gave her a few squeezes along the way. First, was the make up, she was given the typical clown white face with two dotted pink cheeks. Next, the rest of the makeup was applied more typically of a everyday woman with juicy red lipstick and some sexy, colorful eyeshadow and eyeliner. A short but cartoonish orange wig was placed on top of her head with her real hair tucked underneath neatly and bright red nose was placed over her's. Now it was time for the oufit where Jamie was abruptly picked up and placed on her feet. She was handed a pair of striped red and yellow knee socks and two red and white shoes.

"Shouldn't these be bigger since I'm a clown?"

"Nah, you're supposed to be sexy and appealing. Big shoes would make you look cartoonish and laughable."

Jamie agreed with the sense in that and slid them on her sock clad feet. Next was the strangest bottoms she'd ever seen; a thiny blue jean thong with two suspenders, one green and one orange. She stepped into the holes and slid the thing up her legs and brought it to her hips where the tight thing wedged itself in her ass. A quick turn around showed her that it led little to the imagination and sighed as she began sliding the suspenders up her arms.

Bobo stopped her midway, "Ah ah ah. We don't want to cover those lovely nips of yours Bimby."

"Oh! So I'm just gonna stand around toppless?! That's just great!"

"Oh don't be silly, that should be saved for the act. No, we're classy clowns around here. Your tits will be the most varied part of your outfit. Sometimes we'look paint them, most times you'll wear tassels and pasties. But eventually...," he stopped to grab a needle and quickly jab it into one tit and then the other, right on the nipples.

"Ow! Owww!! What the hell was that?!"

"Oh it's a liquid I injected into your breasts that will cause you to lactate eventually. You see, I have invented these here flower pasties that act just like a seltzer flower only they shoot milk instead."

"You're gonna make me shoot milk out of my tits from these flowers?"

"Yes."

"You, are a sick man..."

"Yes, yes I am...Alright, okay now I'm going to leave and come back with some work for you. Pick out something sexy to wear on your tits while I'm gone. Oh, and just so you know. With you being my assistant, there's gonna be a lot more of you and me long into the hours of the night...Ta ta!" The door slammed behind him and as he left her with such imagine forming words, a shiver went down Jamie's spine at the thought of more sex with that monstrous clown cock crept into her mind.