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with a wink he disappeared back inside just as Priscilla had.
    I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I may be rusty, but I very much doubted Luke wanted to hear me critique his act. Could I really meet up with him? A one night stand with a circus guy sounds hot in that wrong kind of was. I just don’t think I have it in me to go through with it.
    I stomped on my own cigarette and made my way back inside, a growing ball of thrill and hesitation wrestled inside me.
    Back inside the next act was going strong. I found my seat next to Carolyn who barely gave me a misty eyed glance as I sat down. On stage a couple had a bondage routine in full strength going on. There was a woman with a single long braid that started high on her head and swung down her back.
    She wore the expected dominatrix ensemble, complete with black leather corset, fishnets, and knee-high boots. Her companion was another woman instead of a man. The second woman wore a mirror of the first outfit, only all pink instead of black. A heavy rock anthem was playing, a bed had been setup stage center and the woman in black was standing on it at the head board while the one in pink was on the floor at the end.
    They were obviously jugglers; they had an assortment of questionable objects being tossed between them. The woman in pink reached down into a trunk and added another without breaking their stride.
    It was an amazing feat of juggling skill but it wasn’t as hot and heavy as Luke’s act had been. The woman in black started to discard an item one at a time as the other passed them to her. After a few moments only one item remind, a rather large item at that. The woman in black held it up teasingly to the other who joined her on the bed.
    The bed they were on turned so that both woman could be viewed by the audience. They slowly lowered to the bed, the pink one trapped beneath the woman in black.
    My mind drifted, girl on girl wasn’t my thing. I closed my eyes and there was Luke. I felt myself smile as his brilliant green eyes came closer; I let myself fill with the recalled scent of him. I could almost feel how hard and tone his body would be underneath that pirate smock. Maybe I could do it. I wanted to do it, the ache I felt was exciting.
    I was so wrapped up in my imagination of what could come after the show, I had missed several acts. Carolyn probed me hard in my ribs forcing me to back to the show. She rolled her eyes and all I could do was sheepishly smile, she would forgive me when I told her about Luke. 
    The ringmaster appeared again on stage, this time lowered by a hoop wrapped in ribbons. Instead of giving a husky introduction, he simply took hold of the brim of his top hat and flung it off stage, to the delight of a cute girl in the first row.
    He was still bare chested, nipple rings gleamed from the lights, and the mask was still fitted across his eyes. The sound coming from the speakers this time was like a heartbeat, it reverberated everywhere and I could feel it travel up from the floor through my feet. I crossed my legs tighter, it was silly, but I felt like it was somehow invading me. I glanced over at Carolyn; the beat was having the opposite effect on her. She was enthralled.
    The beat was starting to sound more like a melody, a rough, heavy one, but still, it seemed to have a purpose now. I looked back at the stage, just as more ribbons cascaded down. The ringmaster had climbed to the top of the hoop and swung out. He deftly managed to catch another ribbon which wrapped around his forearm, the hoop was carried back up and he swung between the ribbons, deftly catching one before falling from high overhead.
    There were no nets here, if he fell, it would be the end of his career, if not his life. The thought of being so daring welled up inside me.
    The music clashed and another man tumbled from the dark ceiling, he wore white instead of the ringmaster’s dark, no pricings, but he wore a white metal mask of his own. The