Suzy’s Strange Saga
You don’t want to move out and you can’t trust yourself to not get distracted as usual trying to find a job. You need help and the only other person you know that has one in the house is Peter, so you decide to go see him and hope he isn’t in the middle of “working.”
You head to the garage and knock on the door. From within you hear a come on in so you do so, unfortunately given Peter’s state of near nakedness and a tube of KY in hand its obvious he wasn’t expecting you.
“Oh. It’s you. What do you want? I got a couple of guys coming over soon and I still need to lube up.” he says
“Ugh…I need to speak to you.” You say trying not to look at him. “Can you put some damn clothes on?”
“(Sigh) Fine, but let’s hurry this up.” Peter says and puts on a robe.
“Peter, I need your help in finding a job and before you even suggest it, no I’m not going to do what you do for money.”
“Oh of course not. Wouldn’t enter my mind to suggest such a thing to the likes of you. Which means I don’t have many other suggestions for you. I mean I can only imagine you’ve failed horribly at getting a normal job due to your lack of a college degree, personality quirks and crippling introversion. You don’t seem to have the motivation to start your own business and for some baffling reason you don’t even take advantage of the natural gifts you do have. Pfft, if I was you, I’d start now because you’re just getting older.”
“Peter, I’m not a whore. I’m not going to just spread my legs to everyone for cash.”
“Who said everyone? Just get one rich one, shit shouldn’t be that hard for you.”
“That’s not who I am, besides I have a boyfriend…”
“Who? Bobby? I thought you two broke up.”
“No, well sort of…it’s complicated.”
“Well then you need to work something out with him then and let him take care of you because while I didn’t hear the whole rant, Kelly was loud enough that I made out some of it even from here. Sounds like she gave you an ultimatum.”
“I know. I know. I don’t know what to do.” You say slumping into a nearby chair.
Peter and you have never been close and most of the time he’s annoyed you by constantly stealing your clothes in the past, but to his credit he go over and tries to console you a bit with a hug, given that his dick is still swinging out of his robe, you’d rather he didn’t and politely tell him you’re fine.
“Have you tried the circus?” Peter suddenly asks.
“What?” you respond.
“The circus. There’s a small one set up a few miles west outside of town. Almost like a gypsy camp really. Remember how our family used to go together? I think it’s about the only time we all got along.”
“Yeah…I always liked the clowns the most. I liked how outgoing and happy they always were. Even thought I’d grow up and be one at one point.”
“Hm, I think you were the only one as far as that went. I still remember you used to paint up your face with mom’s make up and try to entertain Donna and me at home. Though to be quite honest all you did was scare the hell out of us.”
“Yeah…that’s why I gave up that dream. Figured I was doing it wrong.” You say gloomily.
“Oh. Sorry about that, didn’t mean to be a dream crusher.”
“It’s okay, given my introversion I doubt if I would’ve been able to actually get in front of a crowd and do it anyway.”
“Hey, you shouldn’t have given up if that was what you wanted to do. I mean maybe you should pursue it now. I mean you don’t have much to lose right and how hard could it be? Put on make up, dress up silly, and generally act creepy…erm I mean goofy.”
Peter’s words do light a certain spark in you.
“Hmmm, maybe you’re right…I’ll do it!” you suddenly exclaim.
“Good, glad to hear you’re excited about something. So are you good now? I mean I’d talk more, but y’know still got guys coming over and…”
“Oh right, yeah I’m good. Hold on, can I borrow your car to get to the circus tomorrow?”
“Uhhh, yeah sure. Keys are over there.”
“Thanks again Peter.” You say taking the keys and leave.
You head back down to the basement filled with excitement at the prospect of pursuing your childhood dream again! It all seems a little crazy right now, but the more you think about it the more it makes sense.
You spend the rest of the night in good spirits and maintain a positive attitude that everything will be okay tomorrow.
You head to the garage and knock on the door. From within you hear a come on in so you do so, unfortunately given Peter’s state of near nakedness and a tube of KY in hand its obvious he wasn’t expecting you.
“Oh. It’s you. What do you want? I got a couple of guys coming over soon and I still need to lube up.” he says
“Ugh…I need to speak to you.” You say trying not to look at him. “Can you put some damn clothes on?”
“(Sigh) Fine, but let’s hurry this up.” Peter says and puts on a robe.
“Peter, I need your help in finding a job and before you even suggest it, no I’m not going to do what you do for money.”
“Oh of course not. Wouldn’t enter my mind to suggest such a thing to the likes of you. Which means I don’t have many other suggestions for you. I mean I can only imagine you’ve failed horribly at getting a normal job due to your lack of a college degree, personality quirks and crippling introversion. You don’t seem to have the motivation to start your own business and for some baffling reason you don’t even take advantage of the natural gifts you do have. Pfft, if I was you, I’d start now because you’re just getting older.”
“Peter, I’m not a whore. I’m not going to just spread my legs to everyone for cash.”
“Who said everyone? Just get one rich one, shit shouldn’t be that hard for you.”
“That’s not who I am, besides I have a boyfriend…”
“Who? Bobby? I thought you two broke up.”
“No, well sort of…it’s complicated.”
“Well then you need to work something out with him then and let him take care of you because while I didn’t hear the whole rant, Kelly was loud enough that I made out some of it even from here. Sounds like she gave you an ultimatum.”
“I know. I know. I don’t know what to do.” You say slumping into a nearby chair.
Peter and you have never been close and most of the time he’s annoyed you by constantly stealing your clothes in the past, but to his credit he go over and tries to console you a bit with a hug, given that his dick is still swinging out of his robe, you’d rather he didn’t and politely tell him you’re fine.
“Have you tried the circus?” Peter suddenly asks.
“What?” you respond.
“The circus. There’s a small one set up a few miles west outside of town. Almost like a gypsy camp really. Remember how our family used to go together? I think it’s about the only time we all got along.”
“Yeah…I always liked the clowns the most. I liked how outgoing and happy they always were. Even thought I’d grow up and be one at one point.”
“Hm, I think you were the only one as far as that went. I still remember you used to paint up your face with mom’s make up and try to entertain Donna and me at home. Though to be quite honest all you did was scare the hell out of us.”
“Yeah…that’s why I gave up that dream. Figured I was doing it wrong.” You say gloomily.
“Oh. Sorry about that, didn’t mean to be a dream crusher.”
“It’s okay, given my introversion I doubt if I would’ve been able to actually get in front of a crowd and do it anyway.”
“Hey, you shouldn’t have given up if that was what you wanted to do. I mean maybe you should pursue it now. I mean you don’t have much to lose right and how hard could it be? Put on make up, dress up silly, and generally act creepy…erm I mean goofy.”
Peter’s words do light a certain spark in you.
“Hmmm, maybe you’re right…I’ll do it!” you suddenly exclaim.
“Good, glad to hear you’re excited about something. So are you good now? I mean I’d talk more, but y’know still got guys coming over and…”
“Oh right, yeah I’m good. Hold on, can I borrow your car to get to the circus tomorrow?”
“Uhhh, yeah sure. Keys are over there.”
“Thanks again Peter.” You say taking the keys and leave.
You head back down to the basement filled with excitement at the prospect of pursuing your childhood dream again! It all seems a little crazy right now, but the more you think about it the more it makes sense.
You spend the rest of the night in good spirits and maintain a positive attitude that everything will be okay tomorrow.