Female/Female

“So why do you want me to follow you guys again?” An Woman clown said, she had white painted skin, a small red-colored nose, pink blush on her cheeks, a pink dress decorated with bows and frills, fingerless opera gloves, a choker with a little bell on it, and her dark pink hair in long ponytails.

“For special reasons, we want you to help us with something,” Pastry said excitedly.

“Yeah, don’t act all pessimistic or that we're going to do something bad to you,” Vykoo added.

Leo spent much of his time with Julia imagining her naked. Sometimes, he would picture her doing whatever task she was occupied with at the moment in the buff; her pert breasts dangling over the homework packet, brushing the paper and arousing ever so slightly, just enough to make her do it again. Most of the time, her pubic hair was completely untrimmed, resting like a dust bunny on her thick, muscular thighs. Her wide hips supported an equally wide -although flat- ass that squished against the hard wooden chair. Her skin was unblemished apart from the freckles on her face.

Beth stared beyond the cash register, beyond the small dining area, out through the glass windows into the depths of the cool New England night. It was dark and alien, an infinite shroud broken only by the steady rhythm of the streetlamps that lined the small road out of town. The boredom was soul numbing. She could not for the life of her fathom why a Burger Wiz should be open so late at night, and who in their right mind would be hungry enough for one of their slimy grease pucks in the dead of night.

"What?! Do you two have some sort of suicide pact or something?" Angela yelled at Clarissa and Janet.

Janet smiled, "What's wrong with wanting to have fun? We've been invited, so we should go."

"Because you will pop! That's why!" Angela screamed, her face turning red.

"So what? We all do eventually. Might as well be having fun when it happens."

"No, you're wrong. Not everyone pops." Angela shook her head. "Why did you even ask me? You both had to know I'd say no."

"We asked you to go because Thomas is the host." Janet smiled.