Suzy’s Strange Saga

“Hey Suzy get up, time to start packing up.” Klepto says tapping your shoulder.
“Okay…” you reply groggily. You don’t feel a small figure near the bottom your legs so you assume Shrimpy must’ve already gotten up.

“Well that wasn’t that bad, Shrimpy even honored the agreement.” You say sitting up.
“Or maybe you’re just a really sound sleeper.” Klepto remarks.
“Hrm, well if that’s the case he better at least have the sense to not brag about it. Anyway, I suppose I’ll take my leave to wash up a bit and change clothes.”
“Wish I could come with you.” Klepto says.
“Excuse me?” you say.
“Ha ha ha no not that, I meant it sucks having to share the small ass bathroom we have in this trailer. Fatty’s in there right now and well you can figure out how it’s going to be after he leaves.”
“Yeah, I’d rather not have that mental image right now. See you around.” You say and start to leave.
“Wait, uh Suzy…I…” Klepto calls out.
“Yes?”
“(Sigh) Look I know I probably haven’t been showing exactly prince charming behavior, but I just want to say, I really like you. I mean REALLY like you.”
“Yeah I got that impression a long time ago.” You respond.
“Yeah, but I’m trying to say it’s not just physical.”
“I find that a little harder to believe…however I’m not really going to fault you for it, but I’m going to need a lot more proof that you want something deeper than just sex.”
“Well what? Like a ring or something?”
“Heh, I don’t think you’re exactly in a financial position for all that. Look, I like you too, but this probably isn’t the best time to expect anything more from me than just friendship. I’m still trying to get used to the fact of this being my new life now not to mention I’m just getting over breaking up with what was my first and only boyfriend. So I might prefer my own company for a while. However that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t TRY to gain my affection. But only IF you REALLY want something meaningful with me. If not, then I’d suggest that you not waste either of our time and you go find a less discerning mate. I don’t need prince charming either, I just need someone I can count on and isn’t going to be a complete jerk. And if it helps, so far you’re doing a little bit better in that department than anyone else here.”
“Okay.” Klepto says with a nod and brief smile before you leave.

Well there it is, someone has openly professed a desire to be your boyfriend. You knew it was going to be one of them eventually though. You can only imagine the others will be attempting to woo you as well just like in your routine with them. Funny how life starts to imitate art.

You don’t know how sincere Klepto is even if he has been pleasant for the most part. (Can you really ever trust a guy with the name Klepto?)

Attractiveness wise, Klepto probably is the best of the lot. Lifto would probably provide the best protection, but the guy is tough to look at even with clown make up on and as far as Fatty is concerned, the only thing that runs through your mind is potential sexual positions and only one of which doesn’t result in you being crushed.

Part of you wonders if you’re bad for being shallow, but then you remember they’re all attracted to you mostly due to your looks in the first place.

Though for some reason you find Shrimpy’s size adorable… in fact you might find some of the others dwarves that work here adorable as well if they weren’t quite so vulgar with you. Maybe you’ve got a hidden dwarf fetish you didn’t know about before.

Oh well, you’re not going to worry about any of this right now.

As you head back to your own trailer, you see most of the dwarves doing all the labor of packing down the carnival; others are helping, but most are just packing down their own respective stages and such.

“Hey clown slut, if you’re not actually going to be sleeping in your own trailer and just going to be playing cum dumpster to your painted freak friends, the least you can do is give it to one of us!” a tattooed lady with big black Mohawk and several piercings in her face remarks catching you off guard. A couple of other tattooed women stand behind her agreeing with her statement. You briefly remember her calling you names from yesterday. Her name’s Razor and she does a human pincushion type act.

“I didn’t use my trailer last night, because I didn’t feel safe by myself.” You say.
“Oh? Just a scared little babe in the woods huh? Well you’re by yourself now. What’re you going to do without your clown crew to protect you?” Razor remarks and pokes you in the chest with her finger.

You look around and while there are a couple of people standing by, none of them are helping you. While Razor isn’t much bigger than you, she definitely looks tougher. Combine that with the fact she has two friends that also look like they’ll join in and you don’t think you’ll stand a chance if it actually came down to a fight.