People/Clowns
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| People | |
|---|---|
| Poker Game | |
| Issues | |
| Night of Sex | |
| Clowns | |
| Gambling | |
| Reconciliation | |
| Humiliation | |
| Chased | |
| Periods | |
| Hotel Room | |
“Clowns are faggots. They’re hideous… child molesting… self loathing faggots.” Pogo and Bono had taken a trip to Vancouver to see the Cirque de Soliel. Bono got the tickets from a guy at work who couldn’t use them. They were free. They were an excuse to get out of town. Bono was still single.
“Maybe, but they probably get more sex than your blue balls.” Pogo replied half sheepishly. He had just suffered from a three hour car-ride of celibacy complaints and self-pity. Bono refuses to masturbate; he says it’s not clean. Pogo thinks otherwise.
“Shut your trap you fuckin Welsh; I didn’t come out here to take shit from your sorry ass.” Bono was sour about the whole thing and envious of Pogo and Annabelle. He found out his wife wasn’t cheating on him and that the mysterious men visiting his house weren’t there for sex. Regardless, Brenda, his wife, wanted to stay separated; she was disappointed in his lack of trust. As revenge she has since given him the impression that she was hot, horny, and overly active. The truth is she hasn’t even tried.
“I used to fuck a clown,” Pogo shared to Bono reflectively, “she was fuckin hot too… and there’s no way she was a faggot.” Charlene was an undergrad at Pacific Lutheran University. She wasn’t a good student in that she consistently broke every school mandate, but she was sweet, good-hearted, smart, and fucking gorgeous.
Charlene used a clown disguise while doing shows at the Déjà vu. She wasn’t a happy clown or a sad clown… she was just a clown. Her typically garb included brown slacks, a white dress shirt, a grifter’s hat, black-framed glasses, and loafers. She was renowned for her perfect dreds, which would hang out and rest on her shoulders. Her breasts were also perfect.
While working at the joint, Charlene didn’t care much about the money; she was in it for the excitement. She enjoyed receiving attention, and men gave it to her. Her parents were rich and Charlene was spoiled. She spent most of her earnings on her less fortunate friends, most of which didn’t go to PLU.
Pogo met Charlene on the bus going to Queen Anne. She wasn’t in disguise at the time. Pogo could help but stare. After a few minutes Charlene approached Pogo and invited him to fuck her; she lived only a few blocks away. Pogo agreed.
“Yeah, what happened to that bird anyway?” Bono inquired… familiar only with the segments of this relationship.
“She graduated and decided to become a nun.”
“Ouch”
“Yeah”
