I was the one who screamed this time, God, Damian, no more. It was a publicity shot for a stripper bar, so we tried to look at her face. For more reasons than I was comfortable with, I needed to leave the room. I was suddenly ashamed, ashamed that I'd treated him like an object, when that wasn't how he wanted to be treated.
Shall I show her how it's done? he asked the audience, and they yelled louder, and I wished I'd just taken the damn thing and tried, but too late now. I let go with one wrist, and his hand found the side of the thong first. I trusted them. The fur was so soft, and his arm was so real.
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