Joe, the Player

Table of Contents

Copyright Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

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Joe, the Player

By Sophie Chan

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2012 Sophie Chan

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If you’re reading this eBook and did not purchase it, please purchase a copy. This eBook is intended to be a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are just a figment of my overzealous imagination. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or yet to be born are purely coincidental. This eBook contains sexual situations and reader discretion is strongly advised!

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Chapter One

One day, as the two teenagers were playing behind a giant oak tree, Joe suddenly blurted out to his pretty neighbor Julie, who lived next door to him, If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.

What? Say it again, Joe?

Na, just talking to myself; you wouldn’t understand!

It’s okay, Julie looked around to see if anyone was watching, then took the top button off her T-shirt, tiptoed up to him and added, Here, take a quick peek. She dared him to do so, as she revealed a tiny nipple. Joe was a junior in high school, while Julie was just starting eighth grade at the local junior high school.

It’s so little, how come? Joe couldn’t help himself. He had seen many in pictures, but not as tiny as this one!

Don’t you worry; it will grow bigger in a couple of years. Then you can play with them.

"Can I touch? Joe asked with feigned innocence. But of course, he had never seen one or touched a real one except in girlie magazines his friends often flaunted in school. The teens keep all kinds of dirty magazines in their lockers. All the nipples he had seen so far were really huge, and some of them even hand rings on them; but Julie had tiny ones, just like his.

You can’t; it’s just too painful, Julie protested.

How come, here touch mine; no pain at all. Joe grabbed her hands and put her fingers on his nipple and dared her to squeeze them, if she wanted to.

Yours is different, ‘cause you are a boy!

Well, let me tell you girl, mine was painful just like yours, a few years back. Now they are just fine.

Come on Joe, boys don’t have any nipple problems.

Yes, we do…, just when we reach puberty and then the pain goes away after a few weeks. If we squeeze them, they get inflamed and become painful to the touch!

My mom said the same; but it hasn’t gone away yet!

Give it some time; your breasts are growing and that explains the pain. After you start having your periods, the pain returns a week before the onset, and then goes away as soon as the period starts over again. It’s normal and caused by your hormones.

You know a lot of stuff, Joe.

"Did you ever wonder why the cow lets the farmer milk her? Letting the man steal the milk, that’s meant for the little calf?

Not a clue; is it because she likes him? I have seen the cow lick a man’s face before. My dog licks my face all the time!

No, it’s just that the milk collects in the udder and stretches it causing sore nipples!

You mean the cow has nipple problems like us, girls?

Sure, they do!

Okay, but what about the hormone you were talking about?

The hormone in question is ‘Progesterone’, which causes water to be retained in the body. You’ll learn more about it in your biology class. The main reason for this is to prepare the uterus for a possible pregnancy by making the uterus rich in water and food for the anticipated fetus immediately after ovulation. Unfortunately, this same effect is felt throughout the body, including the breast. Storing of water in the breast tissue causes it to become stretched leading to painful breasts and sore nipples.

But I haven’t had my period yet! added Julie.

Exactly, so your pain is because your tits are growing. So, you’ll let me touch them, when they stop hurting? Joe wanted a rain check. He knew that when the time comes, she probably won’t even smile at him anymore! Some girls had a tendency to ignore their childhood buddies when they suddenly start blooming! Joe could imagine now how his conversation with Julie would go down, Hey, Julie; it’s me Joe from the house down the street. Remember you promised a while back that you would let me play with your tits?

And Julie would be like, Get lost, you pervert!

HELLO…HELLO…

Hello…, this is Joe’s Clown Rental, may I help you?

This is Rebecca Jones; I’m looking for a clown for my daughter’s birthday party.

Sure, Ms. Jones; I can help you with that. What day, did you say the party was?

The tenth, sure; what time did you say you want the clown to be there, Ms. Jones?

Five p.m.? Perfect, He will be there. Did you have any special requests? No? Okay, then. Give me a phone number and the address. Yes, he will be doing the magic show; it is part of the act. Just make sure that you have plenty of food and balloons. Bye; if you have any more questions, please give us a call.

Susie Tyler fished out the appointment book from the desk drawer and wrote down the information. Her older brother Joe Tyler was the designated clown. He was twenty-two years old, five feet eight inches tall, and had dropped out of college after the first year. He was an average student and had barely graduated from high school. Joe didn’t believe in doing homework and he came from a long line of redneck brood!

Joe had started the clown business on a whim and he considered it a lucrative career. He hadn’t looked back ever since. While growing up, he was considered the shortest among his friends and classmates, who all had dates at one time or the other. But during the final years of high school, Joe had gotten taller to his current height of five-eight. He was happy with his height, but all the girls were leaning towards the six footers, especially the football players, widely called the jocks!

The neighborhood they lived in had plenty of kids and Joe started getting calls from nearby cities as well. Joe was enjoying the attention and all he had to do was to put on some costumes and do some heavy makeup. He could always count on his little sister, Susie to help him with the makeup and accessories.

When Susie wasn’t around, his mom would fill-in. Although his mom worked at Wal-Mart, the twelve dollars an hour she was making was not enough to run the household. They lived in a three-bedroom brick house built some fifty years ago. Wal-Mart wouldn’t let her put in more than thirty hours per week and Joe’s income was crucial in paying all the bills and buying groceries with whatever money was left over between the two of them. Joe’s sister Susie was a junior in high school and hadn’t found a job yet, and therefore, Joe’s income was crucial to the well-being of the Tyler household.

Joe got his customers by inserting flyers under the wipers of cars parked in the Mall or anywhere else he thought mothers parked their cars. He had figured out that when it came to celebrating a birthday party, it was the moms he needed to deal with. Dads were there, just like some ornament on a Christmas tree, but they couldn’t be bothered with any of the details. They were more like a piece of furniture during the party. More like security, in case of trouble!

His rates were just one hundred dollars for two hours and extra for any additional hours. Joe would also bring inflatables and set them up for an extra charge. He had an old Chevy he used for hauling all the stuff that he needed to host a birthday party.

Joe also got referrals from an outfit called ‘ClownForHire.’ They would answer calls and setup appointments for a flat fee. It was the most cost-effective, cheapest way to advertise Joe’s clowning services. Customers contacted either Joe directly or through their listing. There was no other cost-effective way to advertise his clowning services, according to them.

The company’s online ad described themselves as: Put simply, ‘ClownsForHire’ is an online yellow pages or online directory for Clowns to advertise their services. The sole purpose of ‘ClownsForHire’ is to help the clowning community advertise itself to the market, for those who are looking for clowns to hire. And we know how to do it! Call us if you'd like to discuss it with us!

The company targeted people who were looking for party clowns for birthday parties, corporate events, Christian clowns for church or other religious events, clowns for public events, clowns for store openings, or clowns for various other types of events. Joe only did birthday parties and he was happy with his life so far. He hadn’t felt the need to diversify yet, especially since he was just a single act!

Joe didn’t have a lot of needs. Whatever money the ‘Clown Jig’ earned him was good enough for him. If he had extra money, he would give it to his mom. The family was hoping that when his sister graduates from high school, she would earn a scholarship to pay for her tuition. Joe had no intention of getting a second job simply to put his little sister through college. Joe had told her that he would help in whatever way he could and just don’t count on it.

WHEN JOE HAD first felt the urges of puberty he was just thirteen years old. His little sister was eight at the time and his mom was always working and she had left Susie under his care. He would try to peek at her privates, whenever he got a chance and the poor little girl had no clue what was on Joe’s mind. She was just a small kid and all she knew was that people kiss and that when they get married, they have babies. It was all just a miracle, according to Susie.

Although Susie wanted to take showers herself, Joe would insist on giving her one, under the condition that she keeps it to herself. Her mom had weaned Joe off his bathroom duties as soon as Susie had turned five, but Joe was addicted to it. He secretly continued the tradition, when his mom wasn’t around.

He offered Susie bribes and she enjoyed the extra attention. He would meticulously clean her inside out at the same time hiding his little excitement. He had seen animals do it, but he was not sure exactly what was involved. From what he had seen so far, he was sure there was no way his penis was going inside Susie’s little opening. He had watched her pee and knew very well how tiny it was compared to the size of his enormous dick, at least that’s what he thought.

He had pleasured himself once and was caught by surprise. He knew that by touching long enough he could get pleasure and that maybe Susie could help him with that. But she had never paid any attention to him and he wanted to bribe her into helping him with his little problem.

Joe, can I play with your red car? Susie had his favorite car in her hand and she knew that he would never let her touch it. Joe knew what he wanted her to do in return, but he was at a loss as to how to explain his predicament to Susie.

I’ll let you play, if you do something for me, Joe threw it out there and waited for her response. She looked at him quizzically and looked at the car. He had never asked her for anything except that he always wanted to give her baths, which Susie thought was strange and he only did that when mom was away at work or shopping for groceries.

Sure, what is it?

Promise, you won’t tell anyone?

Okay, I promise, now tell me what it is? Joe called her to come and sit next to him on the couch, asked her to close her eyes and only open it, when he said so. He lowered his pants, took her hand gently and placed it over his erection. She pulled her hand back in shock without realizing what it was that she had put her hand on. It felt like a rubbery snake to her.

Can I open my eyes now?

Hold on…, he told her, pulled his pants up and then, Okay, go ahead.

What was it? Susie wanted to see the thing and she added Can I go play now? But Joe was not quite done; he wanted her to pleasure him