Josh walked around the wax museum where he worked as a security guard. It was quiet at night and he talked to the statues as he made his rounds. It was a dark and stormy night. The rain pounded down on the metal roof and lightning lit the dimly lit room from the windows in the main lobby.
“Hello my pet. You look lovely tonight.” Josh kissed the statue of Anne Coulter. He patted “her” ass and smiled. He continued on his rounds and talked to his “friends” as he liked to call them. The thunder got louder as the storm got closer. As he walked past the circus display, he thought he saw movement. He pulled out his large flashlight and shined it on the display.
Josh thought he saw the midget clown move slightly. He stood still as she stretched her arms out and shook out her leg. The midget clown was alive somehow. She smiled at him and began to walk towards him. Josh just stood there staring at her as she walked towards him.
“Hey sexy. Know where a girl can get a little action around here? It’s been a while since I’ve had a good stiff one.” She walked over to the lion tamer figure and took the whip from his hand. She walked over to Josh and took his hand. She dragged him over to the big four-poster bed in the Lincoln bedroom at the beginning of the Hall of Presidents.
Josh hated clowns. Her bright orange hair annoyed him. His therapist said it had to do with being scared by one as a child and him being unable to get over the trauma. She shoved him on the bed and climbed up on the chair next to the bed with her whip poised to tame Josh if he didn’t obey her. He was frightened yet aroused at the same time.
“My name is Rachel. I want to rough you up baby. You can call me Madame Rachel, Queen of Pain. “ She cracked the whip against the floor and Josh froze. She ordered him to get undressed and he did so as fast as he could. He stood before her, wearing his boring little old man striped boxers, cowering from the little woman in the multi-colored jumpsuit and big floppy shoes.