Fifty Shades of Clowns

Chapter 5

Anastasia went over to a pole and took a few turns, gaining more confidence each time around. Between her legs, the cool, smooth metal rubbed her in all the right places. But that would not last. Pancake and another clown stopped her and pulled her to the center stage.

"What are we doing?" Ana asked in a daze.

"We're all gonna get creampied." Daisy chortled and whipped off her top.

"What?!" She gasped, feeling vulnerable. "You don't mean…"

Wiggling free of her glittery panties, the blonde smiled. "Don't worry, hun. The customers are real gentle unless ya like it rough." She winked.

Ana went pale, her skin cold, and ready to flee. Behind her, Pancake unhooked the brunette's top with a snap and let her small breasts free. It was starting to feel like having sex with Christian – the lack of control and the confusion. But that was what excited her deep-down. Regardless of that, she didn't want to be ridden on stage. That was too much!

Ana tried to protest but Daisy pressed down on the buzzer that was conveniently positioned over her clitoris. She was almost brought to her knees by the vibrations. Panting, the brunet put up little resistance to the blonde as she peeled off her wet panties, exposing her to hungry stares. Out of the corner of her eye, Ana saw Jerry playing with himself. It was disturbing and yet flattering in a creepy sort of way. There was no doubt about it though, that the rest of the car ride to Maine was going to be awkward!

On the verge of crying, the brunette was surprised when all of a sudden she took a pie to the face. Cheering and laughter roared through the building as more pies were thrown. Wiping the whipped cream out of her eyes, Ana realized her mistake. They were being hit with cream pies, not… well, she thought, you know…

Covered in layers of white, creamy topping, the clown strippers slipped around the stage. Some grinded up against each other and rolled around as they enjoyed the sensations. It was so erotic! Ana whined. The seltzer sprayer was blasted at her again and she gasped, trying to wipe the cream pie off her face but her hands were still covered.

"Watch out!" Ana heard someone yell and she walked towards them, but found something slippery under her foot. Falling backwards, she hit her head and felt the world spinning. The sounds of people and pulsating music was dull in her ears.

"Ya okay?" A voice called to her. "Ya slipped on a banana peel. You're gonna be alright."

Anastasia was dragged off backstage, her head spinning. The night had not been at all what she had planned, that's for sure. As she passed out, strange and arousing visions danced before her starry eyes. 'I don't want to be a clown anymore.' She thought tearfully and then the world went black. Hallucinations of flying rubber chickens filled her unconscious mind.

"Come play with us Ana…" One chicken whispered as it floated by her, spinning. "We like to play Twister on Sundays..."

A pink goat wearing aviator sunglasses walked by and started nibbling on her toes. "You're not going to eat that, right?" He asked and pulled out a bottle of ketchup.

"No, go ahead." Ana said woozily.

"Righteous…" Another chicken floated up into the sky, wearing a Rambo headband and Che Guevara t-shirt.

Narrator: Will Ana wake up? Will Christian come to her rescue? Will Ana be raped by a clown named Jerry with a pogo stick? Or will they go on a high seas adventure that is suspiciously like Treasure Island, but just different enough to avoid copyright infringement? Tune in next time for the exciting, trippy continuation of Fifty Shades… of Clowns!