When they’d first started traveling together, she’d thought he danced for pleasure. Later on, he’d corrected her. He had been taught to dance to...show off his grace and dexterity. Now, he was striking airborne poses and ignoring his opponent as the human tried to put on a show of his own. The radio called for all bets to be placed. Iona asked, “Are you going to bet, Benny?” “Nah. If it’s not a sure thing, I’m not interested.” Iona bet half of hers, registering the wager with the screen and. .. can’t I just erase my old life and start my life over as if nothing had happened?”As he raised his hand to his chin in thought, he became aware of the scar on his left hand.That was the hand a wolf took when he was six, and then it was replaced. It has been years, and although the psychological trauma has remained, the physical trauma has long healed.At the time he had been thrown into the woods, the goal was to survive three days, depending on whatever method he found. His mother even said. Daphne loved to dance. More to the point, she loved to be the center of attention, and nothing focused men?s interest as much as a beautiful woman dancing with her bouncing breasts and flexing buttocks on display beneath swirling lights while rock and roll music blared from hidden, oversize speakers. Daphne was paid well for exhibiting her charms, because the patrons of Dancing Divas were generous despite - or maybe because of - their intoxication. Daphne liked to think the men were intoxicated. “Eat me, Bill,” she groaned. “I need to cum. Lick my pussy clean.”I tentatively lapped at her cunt lips, getting my first taste of my own sperm in the process. It was more salty than I expected, and it certainly had a strange texture to it. It seemed to coat the inside of my mouth and stay there, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. It was almost like eating an oyster on the half shell that dissolved in your mouth, except that the flavor was unique. I was surprised that I actually didn’t mind it..