The secret of the clowns

Bonnie exhaled, suddenly aware of how long she'd been holding her breath. That had been one of the craziest things she'd ever seen. She'd expected carnival fun and games, not some sort of... practical-joke-themed sex show! And the girl was still hanging there, even as a couple of the bolder boys stepped into the clearing.

She was trembling. Her legs were shaking. She couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be the girl, left hanging in defeat and frustration, dozens of hands both male and female reaching for your ever-so-sensitive... but it was simply too horrible to think about. She looked to Susie for support, needing to share this with someone.

But Susie was gone.

Bonnie blinked. When had that happened? Had it all been too much for her? No, Susie would have said something. She wouldn't have just left. So where...

There he went. The boy clown.

Bonnie's eyes turned to follow him as he walked away down through the carnival, completely ignored by everyone. Now just another anonymous performer. Quietly, not allowing herself to think about what she was doing, Bonnie followed him.

He walked down Sideshow Alley, occasionally stopping to peep into a ring-toss gallery or a popcorn booth, before making a sudden sharp turn between two stalls, down a corridor she hadn't even noticed was there. Bonnie darted after him, quickly. She stopped, frustrated. Where had he gone? But the path led to a nondescript beige trailer, tucked away behind the scenes.

Voices were coming from inside.

An open window, light spilling out of it. Bonnie stood on tiptoe to peer in, and stifled a gasp.

Two people were inside. A lithe exotic woman in a black silk cheongsam, who Bonnie recognised from the poster as Miss Trickett, and Susie. Miss Trickett was dangling a jade pendulum in front of Susie's eyes, swinging it back and forth while she muttered words Bonnie couldn't hear.

And Susie was dressed as a clown!

In fact, she was dressed exactly like the girl clown from the show!

Which meant...

Bonnie craned her head to see into the trailer. She could almost make out what Miss Trickett was saying. Further and further, toward the window. Could this be it? Was she about to discover the terrible secret of the clowns? Just a little more...

Two strong hands grasped the waist of Bonnie's jeans.

And her pants were pulled down around her ankles, exposing her yellow panties. She yelped, spun around, intending to give the prankster a piece of her mind. And found herself looking directly into the smiling face of the boy clown.