A clown ambushes the naked Queen

“Hello there sweetie. I saw your play session with the possums and how you tried to steal my clothes there. Quite a mischievous girl you are! You wouldn’t happen to be the one the detective warned us about? Cause if you are, well, then I can’t let you go, now can I?”

“N-no I’m not. It’s just that …I am new here and …got lost?”

“Tch. You got to find better material honey. That was not a funny joke.” Damn, her cover was blown. It was time for action.

“Oh really? Then how’s this for funny?” The Queen used her foot to bring down her opponent’s polka-dotted panties, revealing the wild multicolored bush that they were concealing. The clown raised an eyebrow.

“Hon, if I cared about that I wouldn’t have ambushed you in my undies, now would I?”

“You were waiting to ambush me? Why didn’t you try to stop me before?”

“This way is more fun.” The Queen had to admit that she had a point there. In any case, she needed to find a way to break free. Maybe if she caught the clown off guard, she could squeeze away? But how could she do that? Hmm, balloons notwithstanding, the trailer was spotless, maybe she was a neat freak? She could try to gross her out.

The Queen briskly turned her head and licked the woman’s hand, but she remained unimpressed. Doubling down, she leaned forward and licked her left cheek, which only prompted the comedian to giggle. The clown then tilted down and gave the Queen a little smooch on her lips, which flustered the naked woman to no end.

“Alright, enough preamble, let’s take you to Emmanuelle.” It was make or break time. If she couldn’t confuse the woman, maybe she could try to appeal to her. What would make a clown lower her guard? She had an idea. She looked down at the ground and started to sob. “It’s too late for that hon. You made your bed and now you have to lie in it.” The Queen leaned on her shoulder and sobbed even louder. “Oh, for crying out loud, look here.”

The clown let her go and grabbed a very old apple pie from the locker, she then smashed the dessert against her face to try to cheer up the sniveling woman. While this happened, the Queen grabbed her purse and smeared superglue on the wall. Then, she returned her (now free) arms to their task of hugging her breasts.

The prankster’s sobbing transitioned into laughter. “That was terrible. Towels to your left by the way.”

“If it was so bad, why are you laughing?” The clown blindly reached out for the towel.

“Because you fell for it.”