The rest of time

Several years later, Bonnie Driscoll, now a high-powered corporate executive, was busy preparing for an important presentation. If she got this right, she'd likely be promoted to CEO of the entire company. She smoothed down her smart, high-powered business suit and watched as everyone she'd ever worked with filed into the vast auditorium.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," she said, noting with pleasure that a reporter from the Financial Times was sitting in the front row. "It's great to see you all here. Now, let's talk about synergising functional dynamics."

The reporter coughed, and raised a hand. "Excuse me," he said. "Just one thing before we begin. Is it true that you, Bonnie Driscoll, once fucked a clown?"

"W-what? No, I didn't! I mean, I... that's not..." The whole crowd was smirking at her. Including her arch-enemy, Anne-Marie Patchett, who now worked at the same company as her and was competing with her for the CEO's office. She heard a noise from behind her, and looked up at the huge TV screen to see video of herself from that horrible night at the carnival, stark naked and getting fucked by a clown. It was playing in full colour, for everyone to see.

"It sure looks like you fucked a clown," said the reporter, as an increasingly red-faced Bonnie fumbled with her laptop, trying to work out how to turn it off. "Do you really think a girl who fucks clowns should be the CEO of a major company? And as a follow-up question, where are your clothes?"

Bonnie looked down at herself, and realised something dreadful. She wasn't wearing any clothes! Except for her high heels and makeup, she was naked in front of the whole company! And everyone was laughing at her! And she couldn't turn off the video of her being fucked by a clown!

She made a dash for the exit, laughter ringing in her ears, and was stopped in her tracks by the spectacle of a pale figure emerging from stage left. A figure in a white pierrot costume, calm, grave and strangely handsome. A clown.

She took a step back, shaking her head. The clown smiled. He took her by the upper arm, dragged her back to centre stage, sat down on a wooden stool that hadn't been there just a moment ago, and hauled her over his knee. And began to spank her naughty bottom, wiggling in the air.

He didn't stop until her bottom glowed red and she'd been **** to admit, through tears, that she was a naughty girl with a wet pussy who loved clown cock and deserved to have her bottom spanked, and the only job she'd ever be any good at was Executive Vice-President of Fucking Clowns. Then he sat her on his lap with her legs spread, letting the whole world watch as he fucked her.