Your makeup is ruined! (r)

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 put 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 rushed to the counter that was taking last-minute contestant applications.

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

The guy at the registration 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. Bob tucked the script for their performance between the forms so no one would notice. After checking in, Christy and Bob went backstage to wait their turn. Mike went to the audience room to wait for them since he was not a contestant.

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

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

The brainless fool started to panic and look for her purse, but when she couldn't find it, she 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 have to run to the dressing room, they have concerts there all the time, maybe there's something left from their performances!"

Believing this bullshit, Christy ran with Bob to the dressing room and shook her huge buns in his face.

Looks like there's something left in here!

Of course, the actual dressing room was locked, but in the dark hallway Bob found an unlocked back room and took Christy there, saying

"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 got down on her knees a second time in front of the fat, pimply freak. Then he added

"Now pucker your lips so I can put on your lipstick."

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

Christy asked and Bob gave her an excuse.

"No, if we take lipstick from the dressing room, we'll be accused of stealing and the police will be called! Let's get through this as quickly as possible before anyone notices.

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

*Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*

Christy: "What was that?"

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

The boob dummy found these words quite convincing.

Bob pulled his disgusting unwashed dick out of his pants. The smell made Christy's eyes water, almost blinding her in the already dark room.

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

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

Christy stretched her lips 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 strong that she had to swallow the infernal mixture.

"Arghhhhhhham *slip-slip* why does it feel so 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 under Bob's foreskin over a long period of time. He was about to pour gallons of his measured cum into her mouth when suddenly a loud voice from the loudspeakers called out

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

"Mmfff! It's uf!"

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