Anon and the circus 6: raider

>Dancy was still on my tongue. Dancy’s tongue flavor was on my tongue. Her smell was in my nose, bits of her fur was still on my hands.  My heart was racing, ranking faster than when I escaped a burning barn, faster than when my pa’ blamed me for said barn fire. Hormones coursed in my veins like electricity.  The walk to the staff meeting was a torture.
>”Mate with Nancy” the hormones said.
>”Run her down and mate with her in the open grass, destroy all that stop you.”
>”Run her down, mate in grass, and punch Fuggles. Punch everyone … except Nancy. She is mate.”
>”Nancydancynancydancynancy.” Ended the message of the hormones.
>I needed to chill out, or at least repress the caveman commentary until the right time. Ah, the thought of the 'right time’ hurt like a soft punch in the gut.
>Somehow, I made it to the meet.  There was a new car parked there, a yellow Hummer.
>People gathered around Georg and a tall woman. Everyone was watching them.
>”I'll recap for you three, this is BB.  She is going to be doing a performance act for the season.” Said Georg
>”What kind of stuff?” Said Ode, the towering laborer. He never seemed to take much interest in the performance side of things but this time was different.  Perhaps because the new member was also freakishly large…
>”Whatever a strong man does.” She said.  She was technically a woman but one that looked like some prehistoric feline throwback.  Her body was orange with stripes, she had a tall mane like a male lion, and she had sabertooth teeth.  She stood well over six feet tall.  She was a woman, indeed, for she had a rather obvious rack and every feminine curve swung out but only because of bulging muscle.  She had an intimidating aura, probably just they whole Frankenstein off man-eating cats look.
>Georg elaborated on her brief comment, “Afew weight lifting stunts, using a flaming bullwhip, crowd warmup stuff. BB has some notoriety so that will bring in customers and sell some merch.”
>BB took over the conversation, “That's right.  I get 70% of the proceeds on that crap, don't forget.” She puffed up her chest and addressed us all,  “I want you all to know that I'm here on a favor.  If I want something, I get it.  If I'm in your way, you step aside.  You got an issue you cram it, got it?” Her attempt at intimidation was met with a wall of unimpressed growns. She seem flustered that her threat didn't have the desired effect. I noticed that she spotted me and gave me a once over. The crowd broke up.
>BB made a beeline to me, scratching her teeth for a second before speaking.
>”What's your name?” She said. She used a different tone, it was lighter and with less threat of violence.
>”Anon.” I said. I didn't know what was going to happen.
>She looked straight down at my crotch. After making a move in Nancy I had gotten an erection, which apparently I was sporting this whole time.  I looked down at my engorged member, declaring itself through the denim.  I looked at her and our eyes met. She nodded with an approving smirk and said, “Not bad.  Unload my crap, would you?”
>On the upside, moving forty pound boxes of T-shirts and posters did not sexually arouse me further.
>When. I finished I saw Ode, Georg, and Muggles talking.  BB was sitting on the hood of her truck drinking water. They seemed to be arguing with BB occasionally saying something to them in the distance. Nancy, walked by them slowly.  It was clear she was eavesdropping.
>That saved me the time of doing it myself.  Besides, at least it would allow me to talk to her without begging for sex.  As she approached I walked beside her and tried to talk with our backs turned to them.
>”What did they say?”
>”Muggles seems upset with Georg. He says he knows what BB is a part of and he shouldn't do it.” She gossiped.
>”Oh wow.  Anything else?”
>”BB told me to tell you she is going to been a training partner.” As Nancy said that I looked back at the group. BB was right there looking at me. Our eyes met.
>She opened and pulled the collar of her shirt down.  She flung her Tung and popped a single, large, round tit in my direction.
>”Errgh.” I sputtered. I was stunned with a combination of emotions I could not sort out at that moment.  With my eyes being the third bulging thing today I looked at Nancy, who had been talking this entire time.
>”...I mean I'm not condemning it or anything but I've seen unoperated dudes that look more passing than that.” She said.
>”Uurgh.” I replied.
>”Well, in any case she is only going to be around for afew shows. Probably just wants to make an impression while she’s here. Some people can't turn off, you know?”
>”M-murrrmg” what was wrong with me?  Sure this was the most sexually active I had been since… ever, but I thought I could keep it together.  Especially with…
>”I haven't forgotten about what you said back at the garden, Anon.”
>Crap.
>”I'll swing by your trailer tonight. Clean yourself up good, I've got to get ready myself! Maybe we can have dinner together, yeah?” She waved as she again trotted away from me.