Hello Readers! Admittedly, this is an off-the-wall story. It revolves around a young man named Tom who is at a Halloween costume party dressed as Joker from the movie "Joker" (2019). Aside from Tom's costume and make-up, it really has nothing to do with the character or the plot of the movie and that is why it has not been submitted to the Celebrities & Fan Fiction genre. It's not necessary to have seen the movie to read this story. The basic plot of this story is about a jilted young man (Tom) who intimidates his ex-girlfriend in to giving him a reluctant blowjob. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and thank you for reading!
Part One
Tom sat on the couch, stewing. He took a drag of his cigarette every now and then, but even the nicotine could not calm his anger and distress. Once more, he found himself thinking of Virginia. She had dumped him two months ago for some high school guy whom she found endearing and attractive. Whatever. Anyway, that romance had long fizzled out. What a surprise, Tom thought to himself, smiling vindictively and taking another drag of his cigarette.
He had to admit Virginia was sexy though, even if she had left him. Virginia was 19 years old, and Tom had just turned 24. He knew that, to a teenager like Virginia, so young and so innocent, a man in his twenties seemed deliciously seductive, like a ripe piece of forbidden fruit.
But with that said, he knew that she was a slut on the inside. He could spot it ten miles away and this is part of what had attracted him to her. And even now it attracted him to her. On the couch where Tom sat, he was in the midst of young people at this Halloween costume party. It was at Virginia's parents' house where they all lived together, happily. Her parents were away for the weekend, and he knew that sweet little slut was around here somewhere.
When Tom had heard that there was a party at Virginia's, he had arbitrarily and rudely decided to invite himself without receiving an actual invitation. He couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with this one girl whom he had dated so briefly. Well, the truth was, he didn't want her. He wanted that sweet mouth of hers. That sweet teenage mouth. He grew hard at the thought of those pink lips, that bubblegum tongue. Oh goodness.
Still, the young lady had a wandering eye that had played upon Tom's insecurities and low self-esteem. She had openly flirted with other men when they were out together, and Tom's unsteady sense of self fell even further down.
With all that was said and done, their times together weren't all bad. In fact, most of the times they spent together were fun and exciting and sexy. He chuckled to himself as he thought of Virginia's fixation on the 2019 movie
Joker
starring Joaquin Phoenix and Robert De Niro. The girl definitely had some sort of strange, erotic obsession with the crazy clown that simply called himself Joker. She had a special fondness for the Pogo's Comedy Club scenes. Tom simply shook his head. That was Virginia for you.
Tom looked down at his costume for the party. He was appropriately dressed for what he had come to receive.
Tom had taken great care in choosing his costume, his make-up, and using green hair dye, just like Joker had done in the film. He wore a teal, button-up shirt, covered by a yellow vest, and finally, the grandest of all, his iconic red suit.
The make-up and the hair had been the real pain in the ass to apply. To start off, he had painted his entire face white just like Joker had done in the film. Aside from the ghostly white, he had painted big red lips upon his mouth that was upturned into a smile, a dash of red on the tip of his nose, and arched red eyebrows high on his forehead. He had painted teal diamonds on his eyes, one side extending downwards like an exaggerated tear. Tom had also combed his shoulder-length, green hair back with hairspray, curling his tresses. This was a far cry from the crewcut he had kept only months before in the summertime as he surfed and combed the beaches.
To the casual observer, it seemed that Tom was going to great lengths to win his ex-girlfriend back. But, as he smushed out the cigarette in the ashtray, he was there to crush her, not to win over her heart. He wanted that pretty pink mouth on his cock once more and he would do anything to get it, even as dressing as one of her darkest fantasies.
Virginia was unaware that Tom had come to her party dressed as Joker, or frankly, that he was even there at all. It would unnerve her if she found out and at this Tom grinned in a most sadistic manner. She had not spotted him at the party yet and he had not spotted her, though he had heard a rumor that she was dressed as Barbie. What a bimbo, he chuckled to himself, and leaned back on the couch. The night was young, and he had all night to find and approach the slut-in-waiting. He would then have his way with her incognito - well, at least until it was too late.
In small circles of seedy men, Virginia was referred to as "The Mouth" because it was her greatest asset: It could persuade the most stubborn of men, weaken the knees of soldiers, and suck as if it had been her main purpose in life.
Tom had a plan on how he would get another one of those famous blowjobs. Shortly after their break-up, he had come to her house when she wasn't at home. Her sister had been home, unaware of the turmoil between the young couple. Her sister had admitted him inside, where he immediately went up to Virginia's bedroom and slipped her small locket diary into his jacket pocket. The sister, completely braindead to the theft, continued to watch her soap operas, and merely waved him out when he exited, her eyes never leaving the screen.
From the diary entries he had read, he could tell she was a sporadic diarist; he didn't even know if she knew the diary was missing or if he was the one who had taken it. He noticed in her entries that sometimes she would write several times a week, or sometimes go as long as three or four months without recording anything.
It was this theft that he would use as leverage: he would get that sweet mouth of hers before the end of the night, of this he was certain. He would use that diary - the recording of her most intimate thoughts - to get what he wanted from her. He saw no obstacles in his way, and he would come to her and for her with full force.
Part Two
Tom got up from the couch and began to casually search through the clusters of young people for Virginia. And then he spotted her. Wow, she really looked hot. Her long, naturally dark hair had been dyed a platinum blond. She wore upon her face too much make-up: blush, heavy lipstick, and thick, dark mascara. Her nails were painted a delicate pink color and she wore a skimpy pink dress with flesh-colored high heels, four-inches high. He noted that, with her heels on, she was almost as tall as he was at his height of 5'10".
He adjusted the collar of his shirt, as if he were to approach her for the first time. He was unafraid of her finding out that it was really him: his voice was not of the distinctive kind - it could've belonged to anyone, and, with his face caked in paint, he didn't fear that she would recognize him in any way at all. He was incognito in his costume that he had put together so carefully to deceive her.
But as he approached her, she seemed suspicious of him. He introduced himself as "Joker" and Virginia looked around, looking for someone safe to cling to that might pull her away from this conversation. After all, movie fantasies are much different than reality. After a moment or two of small chitchat, she felt more comfortable and captivated by his presence. There was something so overwhelming about the way he carried himself.
"And what's your name?" he inquired sweetly, sliding his hands in his pockets, his eyes searching hers.
