My childhood friend dragged me to the circus, only for me to witness a shocking scene: a bear riding a female acrobat, to thunderous applause… Jake called me, buzzing about this amazing new spot he’d found. Super exclusive, members only, he said. Curiosity got the better of me, so I went along. What I saw there left me speechless. I never imagined the animals from our local town circus had this kind of purpose! I’m a psychologist, but I had to quit my city job and move back to our small town to take care of my sick grandmother. I opened a private practice here, hoping for the best. Business was slow, bordering on non-existent. Thankfully, the town offered some grants, which kept my office barely afloat. Then, one day, I got a bizarre house call. It was from the town circus. I figured one of the circus performers was overwhelmed with stress and needed therapy. Turns out, they wanted me to counsel their animals. I was beyond annoyed. I’m a psychologist, not a vet… But with my business struggling, even a request this insane was something I had to accept, albeit with a heavy sigh. I barely stepped through the entrance when Eleanor Vance, the circus director, practically yanked me inside. “Dr. Miller, right? You have to see our lion! He hasn’t been able to perform lately, completely lethargic, and we don’t know why.” Eleanor was a stunning woman in her early thirties, her fiery red curls swaying with every move. Her face, with its delicate dimples, was innocent yet captivating, a perfect blend of purity and allure. And beneath that sweet face was a figure that defied her delicate features – a perfect 36D. Many men in town, both openly and secretly, had pursued her. But she always said she was married, her husband working out of town, and she’d refuse all advances. What was strange was that no one in town had ever actually seen her husband. Everyone said she was a good woman, fiercely loyal to her absent spouse. She’d been running this circus since I was in high school. She was even the subject of my first wet dream. “Eleanor,” I asked, puzzled, “why haven’t you called a vet?” She lowered her gaze, fidgeting slightly. “We did. They all said there’s nothing wrong…” I followed her into the big top. Inside, dim fairy lights cast eerie shadows, making the atmosphere unsettling. “Dr. Miller, this way…” Eleanor led me to the very back. All the animals were kept in the back enclosures. I immediately spotted the listless lion. As I got closer, a strong, pungent, musky odor hit me, mixed with a sickly sweet, fishy scent that couldn’t be masked. On the wall behind the cage, I saw several whips and electric prods hanging. Everything about this place made me feel deeply uncomfortable. “Eleanor, do you have visitors this early?” I looked up. A woman in a skimpy bikini, barely covered by a sheer wrap, was leaning against the doorway. “Don’t be silly,” Eleanor frowned, “this is Dr. Miller. He’s here to see Little Wild.” She immediately turned to me, a forced smile on her face. “Sorry, Dr. Miller, Little Wild is the lion.” The woman scoffed. “Dr. Miller, you simply have to fix Little Wild. I just adore Little Wild’s…” I glanced at Eleanor from the corner of my eye. She was frantically motioning at the woman to shut up. The woman smirked, licking her lips. “I mean, I love Little Wild’s back… it’s so easy to step on…” Eleanor let out a relieved breath. “Daisy, why don’t you go back inside? It’s rude to see guests dressed like that.” I waved a hand, indicating it was fine. Daisy defiantly puffed out her chest. “Whatever. Boring.” With a provocative sway of her slender hips, she walked away. I gave an awkward laugh. “Eleanor, let me take a look at him first.” Eleanor’s cheeks flushed. She nodded. “Of course, Dr. Miller. Thank you for coming.” I knelt down for a closer inspection. The lion lay listlessly in the corner, panting heavily, as if it had been severely overworked. “Eleanor,” I asked casually, “what does this lion do in the circus? Why does it seem so exhausted?” Eleanor froze for a moment, her already flushed cheeks turning a deeper crimson. “Uh… nothing special. Just normal performances…” With that, Eleanor also knelt beside me. The subtle scent of jasmine, likely from her, instantly filled my nostrils. But to my surprise, the moment Eleanor knelt, the lion suddenly let out a low growl, as if it strongly resented her presence. Or perhaps, it resented anyone from the circus. Because I, an outsider, had been standing there for quite some time, and it hadn’t shown any defensive behavior towards me. My sharp eyes caught sight of a small, locked door on the right side of the cage. I pointed to it. “Eleanor, what’s that small door for?” Eleanor replied, “That’s for feeding the lion.” “…” I knew Eleanor wasn’t telling the truth. There was already an opening at the top of the cage. If it were just for feeding, there wouldn’t be a need for two separate openings. I cleared my throat. “Well, Eleanor, it seems like prolonged activity might have led to depressive tendencies in the lion. I suggest you give him a break for a while and see if he improves. Also, try to keep people away from him, as he might become aggressive.” Eleanor gasped in surprise. “Depressive tendencies?…” It took her a moment to recover. “Alright, then. I’ll instruct everyone to remove Little Wild from the schedule for now.” I nodded. Turning back to the lion, I instantly felt my eyes widen. The lion had stood up, giving me a clear view of its lower abdomen. Its reproductive organ was a deep purplish-red, with barbs unnaturally erect, a truly sickening sight. “Eleanor, um… there’s another possibility. Lions need to mate regularly…” I struggled for a moment before saying, “Could it be that he hasn’t been able to release himself for a long time, so…” Eleanor immediately cut me off. “No! He always has…” She instantly realized her tone was too sharp. “I mean, Little Wild has a steady partner. He’s just been loaned out recently, so it shouldn’t be that reason.” I nodded, not making a big deal out of it. I just prescribed some animal-safe medication for the lion. Before leaving, I repeatedly stressed that it absolutely shouldn’t be overworked anymore. Its condition was already critical. Eleanor walked me to the gate and then went back inside. As soon as I stepped out, my foot landed in a puddle of liquid. I cursed under my breath, looking down. It was a used condom – extra thick and enlarged. “Dammit, what rotten luck…” I wiped my shoe on the grass nearby, not giving it much thought.
A week after I got home, my childhood friend, Jake, called. “Bro, are you free this Friday? The town circus is putting on a show, and I got us two ‘special’ tickets!” I thought back to my strange house call last week. “I already checked it out for you,” I retorted. “It’s just a bunch of old, sick, and weak animals. Nothing to see.” Jake chuckled into the phone. “Nah, who said anything about watching animals? We’re going for the beautiful performers, man!” I suddenly remembered the woman who’d come out in just a bikini top and sheer wrap last week. Daisy, was it? Well… she certainly had a lot going on. “Fine. Come by my office on Friday.” Being a small business owner meant I was chained to the store, barely making ends meet, with no money to hire help. Jake laughed. “That’s the spirit! Your little shop’s practically empty anyway, nothing to look at there.” “Gotta go, a client just walked in.” “You’re lying…” I hung up. I wasn’t lying to Jake. A client really had walked in. It was Eleanor Vance. Today, she wore a stunning strapless green gown, her fiery red hair loosely swept up with a clip, two delicate strands framing her face, a look both seductive and sweet. Eleanor held up a small box, smiling. “Dr. Miller, I specially came to thank you. That lion you saw last time has started eating again. If I didn’t think you’d blush, I’d practically nominate you for an award.” I managed a faint smile. “Don’t mention it. I’m just glad he’s doing better.” Eleanor ran a hand through her hair. “Well, I won’t keep you from your work. Come see a show sometime. We’re open every day except this Friday.” My mind went blank for a second. I nodded mechanically, watching Eleanor sway her hips as she walked out the door, my thoughts miles away. I just couldn’t snap out of it. I remembered Jake had invited me for this Friday. Why did Eleanor say they wouldn’t be open to guests that day? I pulled out my phone. Jake had sent me a picture of the tickets. Right there, it clearly read: “This Friday, July 28th, ‘Charm Circus’ welcomes you.” My heart pounded with anticipation. I grew increasingly curious about what kind of “special show” Jake’s tickets were for!
After two days of agonizing anticipation, Friday finally arrived. And wouldn’t you know it, that jerk Jake was late. I was tapping my foot incessantly at the coffee shop across from the circus. The moment he picked up, I ripped into him. “Are you serious, man? The show’s already started! Any later and we’ll be watching the finale!” “Hold on, hold on, I’m here! Come out now!” I looked up and sure enough, there was that idiot, Jake, looking around frantically at the entrance. “You—” Jake grabbed my arm. “No time to argue, let’s go!” We handed over our tickets. As we walked in, we could already hear the announcement: [Ladies and gentlemen, next up: The Chest Crush!] We found our seats. I glanced around and noticed the audience was entirely male. And most of them looked to be around forty years old. Their faces were flushed, their eyes glued to the stage. “Whoa!” I exclaimed. The woman on stage was Daisy, the one I’d seen that day. She was dressed even more provocatively than when I first met her. While no vital parts were exposed, there wasn’t much left to the imagination either. She still wore the sheer wrap from that day. Her curves, while not as generous as Eleanor’s, were pert and perfectly sculpted. Daisy gave a coy bow, left and right, then dramatically ripped off her sheer wrap. Her chest, a symphony of movement, bounced and swayed with every sensual twist of her body. The entire audience erupted in an astonished “Woah!” Then she brazenly lay down, spreading her legs. Two other girls, dressed in bunny outfits, brought a stone slab onto the stage. It was then I realized that this circus was no longer the one I used to watch years ago. But what truly made my pupils tremble was the next part of the act. The two bunny-clad girls led a small bear forward. Then, one of the girls placed a step stool next to Daisy’s platform. The bear stepped onto the stool, one paw after another, and climbed onto the stone. Thud! The stone slab shattered. Daisy let out a seductive gasp. Jake leaned into my ear, whispering, “Holy shit, she’s wild. I’m telling you, she’s the hottest one here!” Then Jake’s eyes widened, fixated. “Unbelievable!” “Unbelievable wha—” My gaze followed his to the stage. Daisy was cupping the bear’s face, gently licking its nose. The bear’s paw brushed against Daisy’s breast.
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