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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: He Entered a World of Kinky, Freaky Sex! Don Brent liked women and danger. He found both in Mandy Moran, the lady lion tamer. But Mandy was as possessive and deadly as her cats. And Don couldn't keep his hands off the other beautiful women of the circus. Amid behind the scenes of circus life and sexual doings, Don realizes his life is in danger if he can't learn to be faithful. But can he?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2009

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Words: 36358
Reading time: 103-145 min.

CHAPTER ONE

The only thing Don Brent liked about Sarasota, Florida, was the plentiful supply of cunt that never seemed to diminish. There were local cunts and immigrant cunts, and they were on women of all shapes, sizes, ages and races. Right now he was humping a vacationing cunt from New York City-a green-eyed, reddish brown haired, big tit and firm-assed girl who liked to fuck as well as he did. Her name was Vera Baum, and she was twenty-four years old.

Don had met her on the beach, walking alone and wondering what in the hell he was going to do about making a living now that his funds were almost gone. Then he saw Vera-her long hair and long legs attracting him as though he were a moth and she a lightbulb. He walked right up to her and said: "Hi. My name is Don Brent. I'm a stranger in town, and I was wondering if you could direct me to your place."

She had flashed startled green eyes at him for a second, then laughed-amused at his humorous approach. She was grateful to him for making her laugh because she had been on the beach feeling sorry for herself. She had come all the way to Sarasota to spend two weeks with a man she had met in New York, and discovered-following two nights of fucking-that he was married. Very married, in fast; and his wife was the one who controlled the bankroll. He told Vera the affair must end-but not, she noticed, until after he had fucked her twice.

Now here was this tall, tanned young man with the laughing eyes, and he had made her laugh. She liked him instantly. She also knew she had to do something to get the bastard who had deceived her out of her system.

"Yes, I could," she smiled. "I live right over there. Would you care to visit me for awhile?"

And that is how the affair had started. Don had fucked her then, the following night, and the following. Now he was sleeping over, and Vera was paying most of the expenses.

"You ought to get a job," she told him, as they lay side by side on her bed, his hand cupping and fondling her tit and her hand slowly stroking his pulsing cock.

"I got one-I think," he said, giving her nipple a quick pinch.

"Doing what, Don?"

"Working with animals at the winter grounds for Hadley's circus."

She sighed and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "That sounds like fun."

"Well, I haven't got the job yet," he said. Then he put his hand on her cunt and fingered it impatiently.

She squirmed as the pad of his finger pressed too hard upon her clitoris. "Hey! take it easy," she said. "That hurts!"

He answered by rolling on top of her and shoving his prick into her juicy slit. She sighed and squirmed again as the long, hard shaft slid up her cunt and filled her channel. She put her arms around his neck and, holding her lips close to his ear, whispered: "Make it a good one, darling--it's the last chance we'll have. I'm going back to New York in the morning."

The information surprised but did not dismay him. Don realized that she would be going home sometime, and he had psychologically prepared himself for her departure. Now he thought that they could not find a better way to say "goodbye." Without a word he withdrew and shoved his cock deep into her cunt again. She gasped as the gorged crest plunged into her womb.

"Oh, darling, darling..." she moaned, arching her back and churning her hips. "Give me more ... fuck me deep..."

Don set his stroke, pulling back and lunging in, with her coming up to meet each thrust. They fucked in silence except for little moans and cries, and then she was riding the roller-coaster and digging her nails and heels into his flesh and crying loudly, chokingly: "Oh ... Ohhh! Fuck me! ... Ohhh! ... Good ... good ... I'm comingg-gggggg ... OOHHHHHHHHHGOD!"

Don felt the little tight, burning knot at the base of his cock explode and shoot up through the tiny channel of his long shaft and jet from the tiny opening into her grasping pussy ... And the next morning she was gone.

A lion roared somewhere.

Don got out of his car and leaned against it, his eyes squinted against the sunlight as he surveyed his surroundings. He saw the huge sign that said, HADLEY'S FAMOUS CIRCUS ... Winter Quarters ... Open to the public Tuesday through Sunday. He pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it, as he let his eyes slowly rove the nearly empty parking lot. Exhaling with a sigh, Don started walking across the parking lot toward the main entrance. Now he could smell the strong, alien odor of the wild animals.

"That'll take some getting used to," he muttered to himself.

He walked past several empty cages before he reached a building with an Office sign nailed over its porch. Don observed that all the structures seemed rather old and weather-beaten, though the general condition of the grounds looked well-kept. He tossed the cigarette to the ground, put it out with his foot, and clomped across the planking to a ticket window.

Behind the glass sat a small, dark-haired girl; her attractive face buried in a magazine. Don Brent looked her over carefully. She was slender almost to the point of being skinny but her breasts were high and thrust firmly against the cotton blouse she wore. He couldn't see her legs, but he was sure the tits were genuine. She looked up, a startled expression blotting her face and changing to mild guilt as she quickly shoed the magazine out of sight.

"May I help you, sir?" she asked.

Don grinned at her. "Maybe. Could you tell me something about this place?"

She gave him an impish smile. Wearing no makeup made her look very young, but Don mentally pegged her age as somewhere between twenty and twenty-four. And he wished she were standing so he could see her hips and legs. He was somehow sure that she would exceed his high expectations.

"You probably know that this is the winter home of Hadley's famous circus," she was saying. "And if you are wondering what it is famous for besides Mr. Hadley, it's because of the wild animals. Would you like to purchase a ticket?"

"No, I'm just here to see Mr. Carson Hadley."

Her expression became immediately formal. "Is it personal or business?" she asked, cautiously.

"Both, I think," Don grinned back. "I'm Don Brent. I'm supposed to have an appointment with him, to see about a job."

"Oh. Well, just a minute." She turned away, reaching for the phone. While she made several attempts to locate Hadley at various points around the grounds, Don kept glancing at her slim body and the interesting way her tits moved under the thin blouse. "Man!" he thought, "I'd like to nibble on those beauties an hour or two." Finally, she looked over at him.

"Mister Hadley is busy but said for you to come down to the tiger area." She pointed to one of the paths radiating from the compound and vanishing into a maze of thickets and huts. "Take that path until you come to a long line of tigers with cages around them," she smiled at her weak joke.

"Thanks," Don Brent said, and leaned closer to the window. "But before I go, how about telling me your name. I told you mine."

She hesitated. "Mandy Moran."

Don winked at her and headed for the path indicated, letting his eyes study the occasional fenced-off sections and cages, most of them containing brilliantly feathered birds or horned animals he couldn't identify. Turning a bend in the path, Don Brent froze in his tracks. Coming straight toward him, at a lazy lope, was a lion!

The lion lifted its big head as she spotted him but did not pause; she continued to come toward him, amber eyes on him every moment. Brent was suddenly filled with fear. He glanced about wildly but there was no escape-no place to go. He swallowed hard.

"Don't move!" a blonde woman called to him, appearing from behind a wheeled cage. "Stand perfectly still!"

What the fuck-! Brent felt weak in the knees, but he had sense enough to do as he was told. The lioness-he knew it was a female now-was coming steadily closer. He could hear the rumbling sounds emitting from her throat.

The blonde woman was doing something with a rope she held. Brent forced his eyes off the animal long enough to see the woman had made a loop and was moving swiftly at an angle that would enable her to intercept the huge cat just ahead of him.

"Don't move!" cautioned the woman, her voice low and tense. "Not an eyelash! Stay just as you are until I get her back in the cage!"

"Don't worry about me, lady," Brent breathed. "Just get that goddamn cat out of here!"

The lioness and the woman met-and to his disbelief, Brent saw her calmly slip the loop of rope over the huge animal's head. The lioness tugged persistently, her eyes still on him. "Bad girl, Candy!" said the blonde sternly, jerking the cat with her, forcing her to turn back in the direction from which she had come. Reluctantly, the lioness gave ground-padding heavily about and going with the blonde. Brent slowly relaxed, feeling the nausea vanish from his stomach. His left leg muscles began quivering violently, and he sat down on the ground in an abrupt and awkward manner-expelling the breath he'd been holding for the past thirty seconds. The blonde led the docile cat around a wagon and out of sight.

"Goddamn!" he said aloud. "That was an experience!"

The blonde appeared again, walking quickly toward him-an expression of concern on her face. "Are you all right?" she called, approaching him a little faster.

Brent got to his feet.

"That was a pretty nasty shock for you," she said, her hand lightly touching his shoulder as she peered up into his face, her expression still anxious. "I hope Candy didn't frighten you too badly. She's really a very tame old thing, but I was afraid you'd panic-and if you had run, Candy might've been excited into taking off after you. A lioness is very easily excited if anything moves away from her or toward her ... too fast."

Brent laughed nervously, dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and grinding it into the sand with his foot. "Hell, I was too paralyzed to run! That's the first time in my life I've been that close to one of those babies without any bars between us!"

"You did just fine," she told him, smiling. "The main thing is, never panic." She glanced at him with sudden curiosity in her eyes. "Are you new around here-or are you just visiting Animal Land?"

"I'm applying for a job if I can find Mister Hadley without having to hurdle any big cats to do it!" Brent offered her a cigarette but she shook her head. Slowly, they began walking along the path. "Tell me, do those babies get loose often around here?"

"Oh, no," she replied, chuckling. "That was my fault, I'm afraid. Candy is awfully tame-when you know her like I do-and I was careless with her. The rest of the cats aren't to be trusted. Hadley and the boys keep them pretty well in line."

"You handle the cats?"

"Yes. It's the only work I know. My father was a cat-handler in the old country and he taught me from the time I was just a little girl." She stuck out a strong, brown hand. "Excuse my poor manners. I'm Helga Damen."

"Don Brent." He shook her hand briefly. It felt very capable and warm. Feminine but very capable. "I've never been around animals much. City boy, you know. The kind of cats I know are the ones who howl on backyard fences at night and chase mice."

Helga laughed pleasantly. "Well, if you work here long enough, you'll soon be accustomed to the habits and tricks of the big cats. There's a certain fascination to this kind of work that cannot be found anywhere else."

Brent glanced at her, his attention lingering on her figure long enough to reassure him this blonde little lion-tamer probably was pretty nicely built beneath the sloppy, loose coveralls she wore. Her hair was thick and tied in a pony-tail. It looked like genuine blonde hair. She caught him looking her over, and she smiled provocatively.

"Find me more interesting than Candy?" she teased.

"You know it."

Helga laughed, throwing her head back. "I think you and I will be good friends, Don! I like a man who is honest and direct!"

They emerged from the narrow path, coming into a large cleared area where several buildings and corrals were scattered about. A long, concrete structure-consisting of steel cages in a row--stood a short distance away. Each cage held a tawny striped tiger. Some were sleeping peacefully. Others paced restlessly. Before the cages stood two men.

"There's Hadley," Helga said. "He's the short one with the red hair. And let me give you a word of advice: never use the terms 'little' or 'short' in his presence if you can possibly avoid them. Hadley is very sensitive about his height." She looked up appreciatively at Brent's six-feet, three-inch tallness. "Try to look a little humble or modest, anyway, if you can. Hadley doesn't take to men bigger than himself."

Irritation pricked Brent. "Well, now, isn't that a damned shame. What am I supposed to do-stoop or bend my knees when I'm around him?"

She stopped smiling. "If you want the job, you'll change your attitude and try to remember how he feels about being so short."

They walked up to the two men at the cages. Hadley was a husky, barrel-chested type-his shirt sleeves rolled high, revealing powerfully muscled arms and hands. The other man was gaunt, slightly balding. Both wore suntan coveralls similar to the kind Helga wore. They stared at Brent, their faces harshly appraising him.

"This is Don Brent," Helga said to Hadley. "Candy got away from me and almost walked right into him. He did just fine. Stood his ground and didn't panic. Good man to have around cats, if he's smart enough to learn from you."

"Yeah?" Hadley stuck out a beefy hand. "Glad to meet you, Brent. Are you the one they sent over from the employment office?"

Brent nodded, shaking hands with Hadley and wincing at the little man's grip. "Yes. That's right, sir."

"They said you'd be willing to learn our line of work," Hadley said. "And I suppose you know the pay won't be so great at first. Later, if it turns out you're worth it to me, I'll see you get the same pay as the experienced help. Is that all right by you?" He squinted carefully up at Brent, his pale blue eyes shrewd.

"Sure, that's all right by me," Brent said, hating himself for acting so servile toward the little man. But he needed the job-needed it goddamn bad. Work was not easy to find in Sarasota. Especially outside work, the only kind he liked.

"I've got things to do," Helga interrupted. "Hope I'll see you again, Don. Good luck. I'll be at the show-arena if you need me for anything, Hadley."

"Yeah ... O.K., Helga," Hadley grunted. Then he turned his head to look at the man beside him. "Sid, you run along with Helga,--she may need some help."

Helga and the gaunt man moved away together, disappearing behind the nearby buildings. For a few moments Hadley was silent, staring at the ground. When he spoke it was without looking up. "You know that lion getting loose was no accident, don't you?"

Brent's face tightened. "What?"

"Well, dammit, we have to know whether or not a newhire has the kind of guts it takes to work around these sneaky bastards," Hadley explained. "So we let old Candy loose-and see how the guy reacts. From what Helga said, you're cat-handler material. Her opinion is good enough for me. You're hired, Brent. You can start in the morning."

"You're telling me that all the crap she was handing out about being sorry for letting that lion get loose was just a goddamned fairy tale?" Brent couldn't stem the fury flooding his mind. "Well, look. I want the damned job. I need the damned job. But I think that's the crummiest trick in the book-putting anybody through a job-test with a loose lion!"

To his surprise, Hadley suddenly bellowed with laughter.

"What's so funny?" demanded Brent.

"Okay, I guess you're still shook-up at that--and I shouldn't blame you for getting a little hot. I been chasing these cats around for so long, I forget how they look to somebody else. But you take it from me, kid-that Candy is the gentlest old phony that ever skeedaddled when somebody shouts boo at her."

"Yeah? She was coming straight for me."

Hadley shook his head, another spasm of laughter bending him over. "Naw! Naw, she wasn't! That goddamned old cat was trying to get past you! She's been trying to get out the front gate for more than five years!"

Brent suddenly grinned, feeling foolish. He took a deep breath, letting his anger and humiliation melt away. Gaining control of himself again, he regretted having given in to his fury.

"Guess I'm pretty damn green," he admitted.

Carson Hadley slapped him on the shoulder. "Yeah, reckon you are, kid, but don't let it get you down. Just keep your ears and eyes open, listen to what you're told-and you'll wind up having them animals eating out of your hand!"

On his way back out, Brent remembered the amused look on Helga's face during their walk to the tiger area. Now he knew why he hadn't liked that look-and the knowledge stung his pride. Maybe she was an expert around lions and tigers, but he wasn't used to having dames make a damn fool of him-and get away with it.

His thoughts went angrily racing through his mind. "Just wait, baby, just wait. Don Brent will even the score yet. And on his own fucking terms, too! Fucking terms-that's good! Wait until he gets you in bed, you blonde bitch! You'll pay a high price for laughing..."

Don tried visualizing the cool, poised blonde Helga in bed-her shapely body nude and helpless under the skilled touch of his knowing hands--and the lust rolled torpidly in his belly. He could almost feel the soft, warm wet lips of her cunt folding and parting before the thrust of his long, hard cock as he pushed it deep into her. "Yeah," he thought, "you just give me time to get you in bed and we'll see how much laughing you do!"

Returning to the office, he strolled up to the window and leaned on the railing. Mandy looked up from her magazine again.

"Hello," she smiled, recognizing him. "Did you get the job?"

He nodded. "So will you have dinner with me?"

"Gee, I don't think I better." She gave him the kind of mock-sad little smile girls always use when they want to let a guy down gently. Brent was no stranger to that kind of smile. For one thing, he knew it was only a hard-to-get-bit--and it told him she was just not going to be as easy to date as he had hoped. He studied her wistfully-smiling expression. She looked a lot more innocent than he had noticed at first. In fact, she looked like a dumb little broad who was playing hard to get because she was unsure of herself.

"You'll be sorry. I'm going to have a wonderful time ... with somebody." He grinned tauntingly at her. "I guess you don't like nice restaurants ... good food ... dancing ... and all the better things in life, huh?"

"I do, too!"

"Well, why not take a chance?"

She shook her head firmly. "Maybe ... later, after I know you a little better. Besides, you handsome types are usually real wolves!"

"Who--me?" He pretended to be stunned.

"Yes, you! Maybe some other time, Don, if you still feel like asking me." Mandy's smile was warm, promising him a definite chance if he was patient enough to wait.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, gorgeous!" He straightened up and walked away, knowing her eyes were on him all the way to the car. He started the motor, got the car in motion and swung around-heading out of the parking lot with the pipes grumbling impressively. He raised his hand to Mandy, as he rolled past the entrance, and she waved enthusiastically at him.

Tooling out onto the highway, he turned the car south toward the apartment house and soon was streaking down the road at a brisk speed. While he drove, he tried to decide how to celebrate having found a job. True, it was only eighty-five weekly until he'd put in some time and learned the ropes, but the thing was-he was no longer among the unemployed. Which meant he could dip into that hundred he'd been hanging onto until he found a job.

Brent felt suddenly great. He lit a cigarette and snapped on the car radio. Happily, he kept time to the music, beating out its tempo on the steering wheel.

"I'm gonna get my nuts popped," he thought. "I'll get dressed up, find myself a swinging broad and fuck the hell out of her!"

Pleased with the idea, he drove home faster.

"Yeah, that's what I'll do for a celebration!" he decided, nodding. "Get a cute little number and have a real blast! Fuck her forward and backward and the old fashioned way..."