Velma fancied her chances with the Clowns, she was a better aim than Shaggy, or Fred, and Daphne was already looking uneasy. Probably the thought of the water ruining her make-up, she thought.
Passing the man enough for each of them to play. She was already aiming for the clown's mouth, as the man counted down until the water was turned on. She was quite unaware of her her arse danced behind her, providing entertainment for the passers-by.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted Daphne, as she held the gun as far from herself as possible. She suppressed the anger she felt. Daphne was Fred's girl, conventionally beautiful: slender and pretty. Why couldn't Fred see her beauty. She had fuller curves than her friend, a bigger bust and firmer ass.
She felt the pistol jerk in her hand as the water started flowing.
Quickly she directed it towards the gaping clown's mouth. Skill. She thought, if he can't (or won't) appreciate my body, I can still impress him with my skill. Her face was set as the water gushed, and her balloon inflated.
Shaggy was distracted by a burger. While Daphne was barely managing to hit the clown's head, let alone get any through his open mouth.
Fred. Her lip curled, Fred was trying to help. Providing a steadying hand. Barely aware of his own pistol, the water streaming to the ground, coming closer to soaking the stall holder than the clown.
Her shoulders slumped, as she sighed. Where was the victory, in defeating these guys. Where was the challenge?
As a finally mockery, Velma's balloon popped, and the stall holder called her the winner.
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