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Jesus. What was wrong with me? Here I was, being dragged off by two strange monsters in masks, and all I could think about was how sexy they were.
Here I was, sick to my stomach, spooning a clown behind a plastic cauldron a few feet away from the headless ghoul I’d just murdered. And who said romance was dead?
Growing up in the circus, I’d been around clowns my entire life. They’d never really “done” it for me. Demonic sex clowns, on the other hand, were more my speed.
“Look at that. All I have to do is slap my collar on you and call you a good girl, and you’re all smiles, sugar and dripping pussy.”