I got called in by my boss for an emergency. Which was just fine. My best friend who was also my college roommate was having a guys only birthday party that some of his male friends insisted on. I’d already taken him out for a birthday dinner the night before, so I was okay with being left out of this celebration. I figured I might be kind of bored anyway, although as a tomboy a lot of our interests might overlap. Even if we were best friends, once we went to college we’d kind of found our own social circles that overlapped occasionally. We still spent a good part of our time with each other. I had just started driving back home to my parents’ place for the weekend to study in peace and for some home cooking, but this worked even better. Especially for the paycheck my boss offered me. It would delay getting home a few hours, but no big deal.

I make decent money as a part-time stripper as it was. I avoided the clubs, and just did private parties, and only ones far enough away from the college where I wasn’t likely to be recognized by anyone that knew me. Not that most people would recognize me with a wig on, or makeup, or a sexy outfit instead of a hoodie and jeans.

I showed up at her place. She had a decent home that she based her business out of. Girls could stop by, pick up costumes and get dressed. Then she or her husband would drive us girls out to the client and make sure things didn’t get out of control.

We skipped the small talk when I walked inside to her little office she kept. She was all business, and I wasn’t one for making chit chat at work. She told me that she had a girl cancel on her at the last minute, and she desperately needed someone for tonight.

Well, that explained the paycheck. When someone canceled it left the boss in a bad place, because she had a reputation to protect. She was willing to lose money at that point to make sure the customer was happy. People aren’t happy if their bachelor party or whatever gets ruined, and then word gets around.

That didn’t explain all of it though. I knew there had to be a catch. Nothing illegal. She wouldn’t prostitute one of her girls, and most of them wouldn’t go for that kind of thing if she did. Like me, most of them were college girls just looking to pay tuition and other bills.

She told me what the customer was looking for. I rolled my eyes and told her she had to be kidding.

But she wasn’t. The customer wanted a stripper dressed as a clown.

Full Script Here

This is similar to another script I posted recently, in which a mother secretly crashes her son's birthday party. Maybe this idea came from that somewhat, but I'd like to think this has all kinds of different stuff to offer. At the very least maybe it's a less taboo alternative to that one, and maybe even a bit sillier.

If anyone wishes to change this, please feel free to do so. I struggled with the title again, as I almost always do, and the tags, and lots of stuff. I'm happy with the overall result, but there's always room for improvement.

I don't hate clowns, although I don't necessarily love them either. Although I did love the old movie "Killer Klowns from Outer Space", so that counts for something I guess. And clowns can definitely be sexy in my mind under the right circumstances. I just hope this script is the right circumstance.

Please feel free to comment, but please don't tag performers in your comments. Performers are pretty good about finding the scripts they're meant to record, and I don't want anyone to feel put on the spot. I'd rather have this never be filled then filled with hesitation or out of someone feeling they had to.

Thanks for reading, and I hope people enjoy.