And she did, she turned Jay into a typical average white face clown. He had four fingered hands and oversized feet, a nice red curly afro on the sides and was bald on top. His make up was a variation of Kelsey's as if you could trace the clowning from one to the other. Kelsey had refused to see him, but she couldn't help but stare at all the photos he posted to her instagram. She didn't want to, but she would rub herself over and over at night staring at the photos, gagging herself so when she had the biggest orgasm in the work she didn't let out the biggest sexual moan in the world to go with it. She was so ashamed of herself.
She had asked her mother to book her almost exclusively for bachelor parties lately, embarrassed she might run into Jay at a birthday party. Plus she could pretend all the groping was Jay when her tits and ass were felt up. A few pairs of wet panties and some ruined clown pants were a small price to pay to have Jay run through her mind when her nipples were being tweaked. Kelsey was also growing ashamed to admit it, but she was begin inning to think of Jay in his clown appearance for the last few bachelor parties.
Kelsey was at the latest job sitting between two older gentleman having her self a farting contest with them, biggest fart got one shot, second got two, and third got three. They were four rounds in and Kelsey had only had four shots so far. "You're a natural girl," the man on her left passed her a cigar.
"Thank," Kelsey ripped another foul fart, fanning it at her victims, "That one's on me fellas."
"I've never had a farting contest with a clown before," the groom, on Kelsey's right, laughed.
"You still haven't," Kelsey puffed on her cigar, "A farting contest implies you might be able to beat me at farting. And. You. Can't!" she teased as she honked her nose. "But there is another contest you might win," she teased again, "you might be able to get the candy at the bottom of my cleavage," she smiled as she dropped a piece down. The groom licked his lips and buried his face between her breasts, the largest clown breasts in the world. He nuzzled them so nicely, that Kelsey couldn't help but let out a soft moan, "Oh Jaaaaaaaay!"
"Who's Jay?" he picked his head up and asked.
"Nobody!" she shot back defensively and used her oversized clown hands to push him back down into her massive mounds. "Just find your candy!"
Kelsey finished another few farting contests with her guests, and hid a few more pieces of candy, before she left. She had decided to call it a night after one truly zealous partygoer found a piece of candy buried deep in her oversized ass, "I don't even remember hiding that piece of chocolate there," she said quizzically. Finally she realized there was not one millimeter of boob flesh that hadn't been explored by these guys, so that just reinforced her need to go. Still they were fun, they got her drunk, and took her mind off of "Jay." She checked her phone as she walked to her clown car, tripping even more than normal over the world's biggest feet thanks to the alcohol, and saw a few more photos on instagram. He seemed to like himself as a clown. She liked him as a clown. But could she take that risk again? Could she risk another incident like Patrick?