(Another story request for bobjim)

"A circus, really?" Tim queried.

Judy didn't speak but simply nodded in response as she looked out for a space in the makeshift car park. She spotted one and quickly parked up. They both got out of the car; Tim being somewhat less than pleased when his foot sunk into the wet ground. Judy couldn't help but giggle as she came round and saw the state of her boyfriend. Time gave her a brief glare of indignation before carefully extracting his new shoes from the mud and finding firmer footing.

They then walked hand-in-hand the short distance over to the ticket booth. The booth itself and the neighbouring fence were plastered with colourful posters. Tim was surprised to note signs proclaiming the circus as "adults only" and wondered what this meant exactly. But he didn't hesitate to pay for two tickets and follow Judy through the turnstile.

They found themselves in a large open space with various stalls around the perimeter, beyond which was a huge striped marquee which appeared to be closed at the moment. The stalls seemed to be a mix of games of chance and skill as well as those serving food and drinks. There was even one selling circus branded merchandise such as caps and t-shirts. But what drew Tim's attention was the state of the stallholder's dress, or lack thereof as they were all dressed in the skimpiest of costume which in some cases barely qualified as even underwear.

"Oh wow!" exclaimed Judy.

Tim followed his girlfriend's gaze over to a "hook a duck" stall behind which stood a six-foot tall hunk wearing only in a pair of tight white speedos. He would have objected to Judy's ogling of the poor man if not for the fact that his attention was drawn to the next stall along, which was being staffed by a buxom blonde woman dressed only in a black corset and thong, and it was only his girlfriend's sudden elbow in his stomach that distracted him.

They both looked at one another in mild annoyance before shrugging it off. According to the board outside the marquee the actual circus performances wouldn't start for another half hour so they had little choice but to take a wander around the stalls; this time each being extra careful not to fixate on the stallholder's lack of apparel. They had a go at a couple of the games, a ring toss and a whack-a-mole but didn't win anything.

"What about something to eat?" suggested Tim.

"Good idea" Judy responded.

After a short discussion they settled on going for hotdogs and made their way over to the appropriate stall. As with the other stallholders the man tending the hotdog stand was wearing very little, in his case just a chef's apron. This became very apparent when after serving them he turned round to use the cash register and revealed his naked behind to them. Tim just sighed as Judy gave an unladylike snort before they headed off to eat their purchases elsewhere.

By now more people had arrived and were taking in the sights of the stalls and their attendant hosts. One older couple clearly weren't happy with the risque nature of the event and went to the ticket booth to complain and get their money back before leaving. Everyone else seemed either nonplussed or found the whole thing amusing, the latter much to the evident delight of the stallholders who would play up to the paying customers with conspicuous stretches, breast jiggles, "accidental" moonings and other tantalising acts.

Tim and Judy finished their hotdogs and checked the time of the performance which was now just fifteen minutes away. They took another quick stroll around the stalls and Tim took a few minutes examining the wares of the merchandise stall which just so happened to be run by a half-naked young woman. After a while Judy lead him away and over to the marquee.

"I need the ladies" Judy declared.

As Judy disappeared, Tim looked round for something to occupy himself until see returned. Beside the marquee entrance was a large barrel-like object with a note posted beside it. With nothing else to do, Tim wandered over to it and began reading. It seemed the clowns required a volunteer from the audience for their act and people could nominate themselves or others. It also warned that the volunteer could potentially get a little messy.

A sly smile spread across Tim's face as he picked up a piece of paper and wrote Judy's name on it before placing it in the barrel. He then waited for her to return but as she didn't instantly reappear, he wrote her name on another scrap of paper and also placed this in the barrel. By the time she did eventually return he must have submitted at least a dozen nominations for her and was finding it hard to keep a grin from off his face.

"Let's go find our seats" Tim proposed.

The marquee had just opened up and already some of the customers had taken their seats. As Tim and Judy made their way under the curtained entrance, Tim noticed the large banner proclaiming this to be the "Cirque Des Fous" although having never studied French he didn't know what this actually meant. Still, they found their places on the second row easily enough.

After a short wait most of the seats had been taken and the ring mistress, dressed in a black hat, leotard and fishnet stockings, came out to announce the opening act. This consisted of a group of four male gymnasts wearing what could only be described as brightly coloured mankinis. They performed various acrobatic flips and would balance upon one another and despite their state of undress, Tim was enthralled by their evident skills.

Next was a female horse rider who would execute daring mounts and dismounts of her steed as it cantered around the ring. Everyone watched her act closely, especially the men in the audience who were mesmerised by the unrestrained bouncing of her breasts in her flimsy costume. Then followed a sword swallower, a co-ed highwire act and a female magician whose tricks would usually result in her poor male assistant losing an article of clothing until he was particularly naked. And then it was the turn of the clowns.

"I don't find clowns especially entertaining" Judy said.

"Maybe these will surprise you" Tim replied.

The clowns consisted of three attractive women with white painted faces, red noses and dressed only in bikinis. Between them they wheeled into the ring the barrel-like object that had been outside the marquee entrance. It was only a this point that Tim began to get nervous, worried that his little stunt would actually result in his girlfriend getting humiliated and wishing he'd not been so stupid. But of course, what were the chances of Judy's name actually being called out.

One of the clowns explained that they would be picking the name of a volunteer from out of their raffle tumbler to join them in their act. This provoked laughter and cheers from the audience. Another clown gave the barrel a couple of hearty spins and opening a small hatch in its side, reached their arm inside. Moments later they extracted a folded-up piece of paper which they held up so everyone could clearly see it before unfurling and reading it.

"Do we have a Judy present?" the clown asked.

Judy looked around to see if there was anyone else present with the same name but that didn't appear to be the case. She gave Tim an accusing glance before reluctantly raising her hand. One of the clowns spotted her, coming over she escorted Judy from out of her seat and over to the centre of the ring. The other two clowns greeted her enthusiastically with exaggerated shaking of her hand before they began to prepare for their act. Buckets of soapy foam and some of water were deposited beside the clowns and it was clear that someone would be getting messy very soon.

The audience began to whoop and cheer with excitement, but Tim was starting to regret his hasty actions with the nominations. He realised that even if Judy didn't blame for what was about to happen, and clearly she already suspected, then after the clowns' antics she'd certainly not be in the best of moods. Clearly, he wouldn't be getting lucky tonight he realised.

One of the clowns stayed with Judy making sure she didn't go anywhere. Meanwhile another began to place a series of six paper plates on the ground. She then picked up one of the buckets and carefully poured the foamy contents into the plates until she ran out. Then picking up one of the plates she slowly began to approach Judy, building up the tension as she did so by pointing first at the foam pie and then at Judy's worried looking face.

"Wait a minute!" the third clown suddenly called out.

Unnoticed by most of the crowd, the clown had still been playing with the barrel containing the nominations and had managed to extract about a dozen pieces of paper. They quickly read each one, looking more and more surprised as they did so. The clown then showed the nominations to the other two clowns and also to Judy. Tim's girlfriend instantly turned her face to look over at him and moments later so did the three clowns.

All four women made their way over to Tim who looked forlornly for a possible escape route. The clowns returned Judy to her seat and then pulled Tim up from his and frogmarched him into the ring. The crowd laughed and hooted as they realised what he must have done and looked forward to seeing him get his just deserts; none more so that Judy who relaxed in her seat and watched expectantly for what was about to unfold.

"Are you okay if your clothes getting a little messy?" one of clowns inquired of Tim.

"Absolutely not" he answered.

If Tim thought his refusal to get his clothes messy might save him from the clown's antics he as sadly mistaken as the clown give him a smirk before stepping aside. This allowed her colleague to strike him in the face with a stream of water from a previously concealed soda syphon. Tim reacted in shock and surprise at this assault upon his dignity, but the crowd just lapped it up. Meanwhile the other two clowns had obtained large fluffy towels and rushed over towards Tim.

In their apparent enthusiasm to make amends the two clowns knocked Tim to the ground before proceeding to smother him with the towels. They then gave Tim a very thorough rubbing down which he tried in vain to resist but they were clearly very determined. Then at some silent signal between them, the clowns stopped their actions and removed the towels from off him to reveal that they hadn't just been drying him off but instead had been secretly unfastening and removing his outer clothing.

Tim was confused as he regained his footing to hear boisterous laughter and cat calls from the audience. Looking down at himself he realised that he was now standing in the middle of the circus ring in just his socks and underpants. He glanced around for his clothes, or at least the towels, but one of the clowns had already run off with them all.

"Help me cover up" Tim pleaded.

The three sexy clowns nodded their agreement before grinning. One of them revealed a foam pie she'd picked up off the ground and smashed it into Tim's astonished face. As the audience cheered, Tim reached up and tried to clear the foam from off his face, in particular from out of his eyes. There was an awful lot of it and so by the time he'd finished he could see that the other two clowns had also taken up pies and were now standing either side of him.

To no one's great surprise, including Tim himself, the two clowns immediately sandwiched his head between their two pies. Rather than letting go of the plates as the first clown had, this time the clowns continued to rub the foamy contents all over Tim's head and through his hair. Finally, they gave up tormenting their poor victim and allowed him to take a moment to regain any composure he had left before continuing on with their messy hijinks.

"Remember, this is an adult themed circus" one of the clowns stated.

And with that, one of the clown slapped a pie into Tim's crotch causing him quite a lot of embarrassment as well as not considerable discomfort; so much so, that he naturally bent forward a little which was ideal of the clowns as next up one of them spanked him on the arse with the penultimate pie.

The third clown meanwhile had collected up the final foam pie and began to tease Tim with it. She would hold it up towards his face and begin to thrust it forward only to stop at the last moment before it actually made contact with his face. She did this a number of times then suddenly grabbed him and spun him around until his back was facing his girlfriend in the crowd. Then looking over at Judy for approval, which she got, the clown pulled down the back of Tim's underpants before splattering his bare behind with the pie.

Tim howled in disbelief before reaching back and pulling up the waistband of his pants. Alas this had the unfortunate side effect of giving himself a messy wedgie much to the amusement of the watching audience. Meanwhile his three bikini clad assailants had rearmed themselves each with a bucket of runny foam. He looked over at them as they took up positions surrounding him, devilish grins breaking out upon their faces.

"No more" begged Tim.

"But you said you wanted to be covered" one of the clowns sniggered.

And with that the first clown hurled her bucket of slop over Tim. He had no time to react as the contents rained down upon him covering him from head to foot. As he stood there in shock at this latest indignity, the second clown let rip with her bucket, blinding him with a face full of foam. Unable to clearly see, Tim had no idea the third clown had stepped up to him until he felt her drop her upturned bucket down over his head.

Tim couldn't hear the laughter of the audience as he stumbled around trying to remove the bucket from his head. Meanwhile the three female clowns had obtained a wheelbarrow and were busy pouring the contents of the remaining buckets into it. By the time Tim managed to extract his head from the bucket, the three clowns had positioned the wheelbarrow behind him. They scooped him up into the foamy carriage and proceeded to wheeled him around the ring.

"Wave you idiot" one of the clowns instructed.

Reluctantly Tim did as he was bid as the three clowns paraded him around the ring to the cheers and applause of the watching crowd. He was particularly embarrassed when they brought him over towards Judy who was still sitting in the second row. She was laughing at the state of him especially as he had planned for her to suffer this messy fate instead. Tim was relieved when they moved on and but as they continued to circle the ring, he felt the unusual sensation of the wet foam from the wheelbarrow soaking into his underpants.

After the three clowns had completed a circuit of the circus ring with Tim, they changed direct and headed for the exit much to his relief. But instead of finding himself in a backstage area with shower facilities and hopefully an opportunity to get dressed again, he was back outside the front of the huge marquee. Two of the clowns helped Tim get up from out of the wheelbarrow whilst the third one spun him around to face the open space.

A wooden frame had been set up in the middle of the space and the clowns escorted him over towards it. As he got nearer Tim could see it was a pillory. Suddenly before he realised what was happening the three clowns grabbed hold of him and secured his head and hands through the holes in the device. Then they bought out trestle tables laden with foam pies.

"You didn't think we were finished with you, did you?" one of the clowns asked rhetorically.

As the performance came to an end the audience began to slowly shuffle out of the marquee. They were surprised to encounter the three clowns especially when they were handed pies and pointed towards Tim in the pillory. They didn't need any further encouragement as they began to pelt Tim with their foamy ammunition. Every now and again one of the clowns would wipe Tim's face clean to present a fresh target for yet even more pies.

It was after one of these wipes that Tim noticed Judy approaching him with something in hand. She lifted her arm and revealed her car keys reminded him that it was her that had driven them here. She grinned maliciously before hitting him in the face with a pie she had been hiding behind her back before walking off. Tim realised that he was going to have a long and embarrassing walk home and just hoped the clowns would give him his clothes back.

The end