Anon and the Circus 9: Cudgel

>It was a rough night. The sweat and blood splashed on dirt at ungodly hours reminded me of home.  Not in a good way but a reminder all the same.
>Me and BB finally sat down in her trailer.  It was large and cushioned.  It was more like a party bus.  The fact she could stand upright inside it was a testament to the fine living she had here.  Distraction aside, she needed to be checked out.
>I started with her head and worked down. She had cuts but nothing to show a concussion.  Most of her body was hard as a rock and outside of bruising to the side she seemed fine.  For all of it she was uncharacteristically compliant.  Her opponents would usually have swung at me by this point.  Better talk to her to check for brain damage.
>”Hey BB, remember when I asked if Georg knew? You kinda dodged me back there.” I asked.
>”His idea. Why do you think I'm here?” She replied.
>”To tell See-shirts.” I joked, it did come out right. She sat on the couch across from me with her arms back and and her legs wide.  Clearly no direct connection.
>She smiled at that and said, “That too. The states we are hitting have laws against fighting sports as entertainment.  So we give them what they want but on the down-low.”
>”That seems risky.  Isn't anyone afraid of cops showing up? Or at least a wrongful death?  I saw one of those guys getting carried away, he was not moving.”
>”Police have more important things than busting us. If anything to avoid the paperwork.  They're big boys. Everyone knows it's taking a chance doing this stuff.”
>”What about you? What if you get hurt?”
>”I roped an ass-clown to be my cutman.” She said as she scratched her chin. She wasn't looking at me and her smile was gone. Perhaps best to take the hint and change the subject.
>”So, why do you fight men? I thought they didn't mix genders for this sort of thing.”
>”Used to when I started.  I just was too strong, too big--”
>”And your punches rend flesh from bone.” I joked. She smiled again.
>”...So they started putting me against men. Great for the diversity ticket.  That's why they call me 'BB’ now.” She finished.
>”What does BB stand for… oh.” I said.  I figured it out before I had finished the sentence.
>We shared afew beers before I decided to turn in. BB was not so threatening after getting to know her. She was brash but her forwardness was simply how she was.  Her first impression of being a dangerous bully faded and she seemed more of a woman who was louder than she was dainty.
>I left her trailer. The time was now 4am.  Work was going to suck.  Would I even get paid for tonight? Ah, we pack up and move again tomorrow so that should save afew kids the site of a clown pass out on his feet… they might like that, actually.  In my stirring I found BB’s barbell. I had forgotten it the whole time.  I turned around and returned to her trailer.
>Perhaps it was the exhaustion, trauma, or alcohol but I didn't think to knock and just burst forth.
>There I saw her.  I saw her in parts: her giant fangs were on the kitchenette beside her golden main. She stood down the trailer in shower, steam puffing out. The shower door was open.  I could hear her distinct deep voice moaning away. Her figure leaned forward with an arm against a wall.  Overcome with embarrassment I placed her nipple piercing next to her fangs and tried to slip out.
>The second they hit the floor I noticed a silence from her. Only the sound of the shower now. Perhaps She didn't notice me?
>I then heard deep sexual moan in my direction. I could have sworn I could have felt the vibration from it's power.
>I looked at her. She was looking right at me. Her eyes were different than Dancy’s. Dancy’s looked like music, BB’s eyes were gold and intense. They looked like an energy. An energy that pulled you in.
>There was something else in her eyes: Worry.
>I looked at her then I looked at the mane and the fangs. Her, fangs, mane. Her, fangs, main, nipple, fangs, mane, her.
>Without her saberteeth and bush of fur around her neck I realized she didn't really look cat like. She also didn't look dog like.  Her face was shorter like a cat but with a broad nose.  She had a sort of mohawk off her back neck at least. There was one final that confused me more; her crotch was bare. No fur at all.
>”You're not really a dinosaur lion! Also… sorry sorry sorry!” I blurted out. I waved my hands up and bowed my head.  She spoke and it snapped my face forward.
>”Guess you know my secret… want to know another? Fighting makes me horny.”  She had been casually approaching this whole time and she was now inches from me. My eyes were chest level.
>”Rrurooo!” I sputtered.  Perhaps I had been hit in the head and didn't notice?
>”Focus, Anon. You're still my assistant until the sun is up. Help me with this? She said with the familiar gaze.
>Perhaps it was the exhaustion, trauma, or beer but I nodded. She immediately grabbed my collar and in one brutal motion tore my clown suit down to my feet.
>”Yeah, I'm not into that.” She said as she gestured for me to stand in the shower.  She gripped my member and began stroking it rapidly. Feeling the moment I tried kissing her on the mouth but she turned away.  I saw her roughly massaging one of her breasts and I began working the other.  I was hard the second I saw her naked.
>I can't explain why I was going along with this, actually.  Something about her flabbergasted me. More than that I think I felt a primal unconscious attraction to her.  That, or the beer and repeated flashings won me over.
>She got on her knees and put all my manhood in her mouth.  She took long, strong draws on it. I looked down and she was already looking at me. She pressed her teeth, her real teeth, down into my flesh. Just enough to get the sensation of being scratched. Her bites, her mouth tongue, her warmth, and her eyes had me.  I shot my load and she caught it with open mouth.
>Without pause she stood up and tapped me to tell me it was my turn now.  I went down and she put her leg against the wall. Although her bald snatch was remarkably muscled and puffy it seemed odd. I focused.
>I purged all thought of taste from my mind and glided my tongue in special formation. Immediately it took effect.  BB exhaled hard, blowing her breath on my scalp.  My hands were feeling her back and hips, I simply did not know what do do with them.  I felt her grace forward over me like a swamp lily. I could hear her slight moans reverb through her body until they were loud as when I first came.  Not a second later she was louder than that. Her leg slipped off the shower wall and she toppled down on me.
>She laughed without thought and said, “Couch come one Anon!” She helped me up and she wobbled over to the couch.  She sat splayed out as before, her legs twitched and she looked longingly at me. She was presenting herself, maybe she had been doing that all this time and I refused to notice.

>Without a word I was about to insert my rod into her but Nancy was there. She wasn't there in the trailer but she was still with me.  I felt we agreed we could not do it but that look on BB’s face...  I knew she needed more and not out of evil lust. She had a deep need.
>I again got on my knees and faced planted her snatch.  After afew seconds she pulled me up and laid down on the couch.
>”Let's team it here” she said.  She pulled me by the hip towards her head and patted her vagina.
>I straddled over her head and faced down at her sculpted body. Again I went down on her VGG and tried my best from the position.  She swallowed my pecker whole. It was a new experience to do the same thing but technically upside down but there was something else. Her legs squeezed my head when she twitched and our bodies rubbed together. Her body was hard and unbelievable warm. Her heart was beating like a drum, a large, hard drum.
>The to of us tetter-tottered until we found each other's rhythm. Once we had became fanatic in pleasing each other.  Eventually she twitched and I felt her muscles tighten up in a wave. She bite down on my manhood and by sheer shock I ejaculated as well...or bled.  The night had taken its toll.  We broke up our huddle and laid for awhile.
>”Where did you learn to handle a pussy like that?” She said.
>”I saw an R-rated comedian on TV when I was a kid.  He had a bit about, you know.  I misinterpreted it and got in trouble for licking feline classmates, long story short.  I never actually thought to try that until I saw you naked today. I was just doing what he explained in his act.  I had no idea if would have worked for you.” I explained.
>”Seriously?”
>”Yep. For the record you like vowels. Why did let me go through with all this while I was wearing clown makeup?” I asked. The question came in retrospect.
>She crawled over on top of me face to face and said, “I really liked Sting.” She then gave me a deep, probing, open-mouthed kiss.
>We both noticed orange rays piercing the windows.
>”Suns up Anon. You best get back.” She said with her usual grin.  I put on the poor, tattered costume and was about to set off when I turned to her.
>”I'll see you… probably in the next few hours.  It was nice tonight, BB… except for that guy. If the cops show I'm claiming I never saw him.” I said.
>”You bet! See you later, Anon. Oh, and tell anyone about tonight or  my get-up and...” she ended that sentence slowly making a fist, her knuckles made loud pops as she did so.