Your makeup! It is ruined!

After they left Bob took the pictures he had taken in the booth as a souvenir. Mike tried to see what was in them, but Bob quickly tucked them in his pocket and gave him the middle finger. Mike was fucking pissed off at the insolence and was about to slap the little asshole, but he was distracted by Christy. She looked at the time and yelled

"WE'RE LATE FOR REGISTRATION!"

They hurried to the counter accepting contestant applications by the last minute.

"We want to register! I'm Harley Quinn and this is Penguin."

The guy at the application desk was too distracted by Christy's gaudy costume to notice that Harley Quinn and Penguin weren't a couple, nor did the potbellied freak have a costume at all. Bob tucked the script for their performance between the forms so no one would notice. After they were checked in, Christy and Bob went backstage to wait their turn. Mike went to wait for them in the audience room, since he was not a contestant.

As soon as they were separated Bob squeezed Christy's ass and pulled it down, looking like he wanted to say something to her.

"Christy, your lipstick has rubbed off. Without makeup like Harley Quinn we'll never win!"

The brainless fool started looking for her purse in a panic, but not finding it said

"Oh, no, I gave my purse to Mike because it didn't match my costume at all!"

Christy would have been hysterical for a moment, but Bob calmed her down.

"We need to run into the dressing room, they have concerts in that room all the time, maybe there's something left over from their performances!"

Believing this bullshit Christy ran with Bob to the dressing room, shaking her giant buns in his face.

Looks like there's something left here!

Of course the real dressing room was under lock and key, but in the dark hallway Bob found an unlocked back room, and taking Christy there he said

"The lights don't seem to work in here, so you can't do your own makeup, so get down on your knees and I'll do your makeup."

Not seeing the deception Christy knelt down a second time in front of the fat pimply freak. Then he added

"Now stretch out your lips so I can put on your lipstick."

"It's dark in here, are you sure you can apply your makeup well, maybe we can go out of the dressing room and you can do my makeup in good light?"

Christy asked, to which Bob gave her an excuse.

"No, we're taking lipstick from the dressing room, we'll be accused of stealing and the police will be called! Let's get through this as fast as we can before anyone notices."

Christy obediently pulled her lips into a tube, waiting for the fucker's "lipstick." Bob unzipped his fly.

*Ziiiiiiiiiiiiip*

Christy: "What was that?"

Bob: "Ummm...I unzipped my makeup bag, keep your lips in the same position or I won't be able to put on good makeup!"

The boob dumbass found those words quite convincing

Bob pulled his disgusting unwashed dick out of his underpants. The odor made Christy's eyes water, making her almost completely blind in the already dark room.

The fat bespectacled man started smearing his cum, piss and sweat cheese all over the pouty, puffy lips of the girl he could only dream about while her boyfriend waited for them in the hall, not stopping at the kiss on the head he continued his fucking.

"Oooohhhh, I've heard that stars only use makeup made from natural materials. The lipstick is a little dry, you need to suck on it and don't spare the drool!"

Christy stretched her lips even further and sucked the tip of the ugly nerd's dick, her lips pressed against the leathery foreskin. The mixture of her saliva and Bob's cheese was so much that she had to swallow the infernal mixture.

"Arghhhhhham *slip-slip* wfy doeg it tafte fo horrible *slip-slip*?"

"Ahhhh, it must be a bit stale, we're lucky we found any, oh, it seems to be clogged up inside, if you don't get it out it'll stain your face, stick your tongue in and clean it up!"

Christy began to lick all the dirt that had accumulated over a long period of time from under Bob's foreskin. He was about to pour liters of his measured cum into her mouth when suddenly a loud voice from the speakers shouted out

"And now for our final contestants! Harley Quinn and uh... Penguin? Meet and greet! Harley Quinn and Penguin!"

"Mmfff! It's uf!"

Christy pulled his nasty cock out from behind his mouth and repeated, "Bob, it's our turn!" Christy took his hand and dragged him to the stage. He didn't even have time to fully button his pants.