The Party Clown

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Polly looked out the window and started to cry. She had no idea how she was going to pay rent or even eat this coming week and felt lonelier than ever before. Polly had made her living for the past 15 years as a party clown doing not only birthdays for children but for adults as well. With the pandemic, children's fear of clowns and the concept of party clowns fading as the years went on, getting paid gigs got more and more difficult. Polly wiped the tears from her eyes and wondered what she could do to raise money. She didn't want to start an Onlyfans or do sex work but there wasn't much else she knew. She always wanted to be a clown to entertain people and bring them joy since she was a child. She had gotten an offer to do a clown porn site but she was debating whether to do it or not. Not that she didn't have the body for it, she was 5 feet tall, 100 pounds, had perky boobs and a cute little round butt. She had flowing brown hair and looked tired due to not having slept well the night before due to stress. She didn't want to do it because it would break her mother's heart. Her parents raised her with love and support and her mother fought tooth and nail against anyone who had a problem with Polly becoming a clown. Her mother was a grade school teacher for decades and shared Polly's passion for making children smile. When she put herself through clown college, her mother was her biggest fan and any relative that looked down upon Polly would get an earful. Being a clown is one thing, but being a pornstar would be something not even her mother would fully understand.

Polly once again started to cry as she looked at the email about performing in Slutty Clowns 2: This Time Its Personal for five hundred dollars. Her parents were elderly now and they were barely keeping themselves afloat in today's economy so asking them for money was out of the question. The money would be just enough to cover rent in her one bedroom apartment since she luckily was paid for a gig earlier in the month. With tears in her eyes she typed out that she would do it and went to hit send when she had gotten another email. Polly looked confused as she recognized who sent the email, none other than William P Harrison, the noted attorney for the notorious playboy Brad “Roman” Travers. Travers was a self made social media icon and sports fan that went viral for various acts of debauchery and degeneracy. He was known for having pool parties with strippers, hookers and other wild people that loved to have a good time. Polly wondered why someone like that would want anything to do with her so she read the email.

“To Ms. Pollyanna Gosz aka Helga The Happy Clown

My name is William P Harrison, personal attorney for Bradley Travers. Bradley would like to formally hire you to perform at his private party tonight at his mansion. I can't say legally what my client has in mind for you to do but we would like to pay you twenty-five thousand dollars for your presence tonight. My client has given his word you are not to be touched by anybody and there will be no nudity involved. His only request is if you wear spandex or something very stretchy for reasons he has not discussed with me. You will not have to bring any props, balloons or toys either. If interested please respond to this email or call my cell phone number (the number) to confirm or decline this invitation. Have a good day ma'am.

William P Harrison Attorney At Law”

Polly couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the amount Mr. Harrison was offering. Usually someone only paid that match if sex were to be involved and she'd turn it down every time since her pride and her mother's love meant more to her. Since Mr. Harrison had said there would be no touching or nudity, it made her feel better. 25 grand would be enough in rent and food to last at least six months even if the email was somewhat creepy. Polly was used to having to make balloons or play with children's toys but the email said to just come as she was wearing stretchy spandex. What could that possibly mean? Still, she desperately needed the money so she pulled out her cell phone, took a breath and dialed Mr. Harrison's number.