| Straight: Humor/Satire: Night of the Vagina Pineapple (1/7) |
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The bell strikes and I see the globs of red splash and spread across the bottom of the sink below me. Next an ear and then the tip of a crimson nose fall and make a loud plop in the water. What strange and gruesome noises and images to break the barrier between midnight and Halloween? Hell no, just trying to get this damn clown makeup off before the next show. “My god, I look like hell,” as I look in the makeup room mirror. My clown makeup is running and I am covered in this sticky juice (I’ll get to the juice part later). I remove the remaining makeup, strip off my clown shirt, and wash my face and bare chest. I feel better but still feel the pineapple on my skin. “Hell of a way to spend Halloween,” I say to myself as I look down and see that I still have the biggest hard on of my life. It feels so hard I think it might break if I touch it. My stage name is Jack and I am a killer clown in a major theme park show on the night of Halloween. I won’t say what park. It might get me fired from this sweet little gig I call a job. Let’s be real- I may be an evil clown but even an evil clown still needs a job. I’ll just say it has a name with universal appeal. Anyway, back to why I am a killer clown with a massive hard on and covered in a sticky juice. The answer is just two words. Veronica Peters. How should I describe Veronica? By day, a sweet young girl of 22 biding away her time as a park intern for the past three years to get through school. A college drama major with a sweet smile and shy way. Always wearing sweat pants, tank top, glasses and a ponytail and always a bookworm. By night, she changes into my steaming hot vampire Harlequin assistant on the Halloween Horror Stage. Anything but shy in the outfit she prances around on stage in. At about 5’4 with a tight little body she portrays an evil little Harlequin with tiny little fake vampire teeth, dressed in a black satin corset that pushes up her firm olive skinned breasts, making them almost pour out into the mouths of the crowd. Her little white tutu barely covers her firm ass and touches the top of her black lace thigh-highs. Black arm-length gloves, black knee-high boots with steel five-inch stiletto heels, black lace choker and coal black hair tied in two tight pigtails. She tops this off with Harlequin white face makeup and a squeaky porno voice. I get hard just thinking about it. The way the twenty thousand people a night in the crowd scream their heads off when she comes on stage, I think they get a hard on too. It’s a wonder anyone pays attention to me on stage at all, and I’m the star. As you might have guessed, I have quite the fixation with my assistant, but then who could blame me. Veronica was always unapproachable during the day as a shy bookworm and totally intimidating when she morphed into the evil little vampire Harlequin at night for the show. She was too shy to talk much in the day and way too flirtatious at night to be |
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Re: From Mrs. Norman
