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this without needing more therapy.
    She was about to walk out on stage when the idea to get on her knees and stalk like a tigress hit her. She dropped on all fours, once again ignoring how small that costume really was or how much of her ass was on display, and waited for the curtains to open.

 
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    Cash Tigris sighed and watched the young college kids make fools of themselves in front of all the curvy dancers. He’d never been to Charlie’s before, but he knew now why the place was so popular. The women were gorgeous. Full of curves and in daring costumes, they and danced to the music.
    His father had said he’d won something for Cash at Charlie’s. He hoped it wasn’t a pair of women’s underwear. Cash didn’t need nor want that. He scanned the crowd of humans and the handful of shifters around. This wasn’t a typical strip joint. Charlie’s had the look and feel of a 1920s gentlemen’s club. There wasn’t a single slim girl in the entire place—something he appreciated. He was tired of watching women who had nothing to shake try to break a hip onstage.
    The sound of the jungle music grew louder. Drums beat, and the stage lights flickered on an off to a figure on all fours. Cash slipped between the men and sat at a front-row table, the one reserved for his visit.
    He could see clearly from there. The woman dressed in a small tigress costume had gorgeous chocolate-brown skin and long black hair. He saw the fake blonde extensions mingling with her curls, giving her hair an added black-and-gold stripe.
    She her ass to the men, her fake tail swishing from side to side. She met his gaze. Desire punched him in the gut. He knew she saw his eyes bright with his animal, but he couldn’t stop it. He wanted her. As she came closer, her scent filled his lungs. Need blossomed hard and fast. She roared, lifting a hand curled into a paw and bringing it to her lips. She slid her tongue over the back of her hand and licked, her gaze firmly planted on him.
    Fucking hell. He leaned forward, captivated by her smile. She was so close. He could reach out and grab her, hold her. Take her home and fuck her. But he knew the rules. No touching the dancers. She stood slowly, gliding her hands up her large legs, between her thighs, and up to her breasts.
    The beat of the music turned into sounds of nature with a hint of jazz. A slow smile spread over her red lips. Those lips drew him in like bees to honey. They were full and perfectly shaped. Then, when she swiped her tongue over her bottom one and pouted, his blood rushed down to his cock.
    She yanked on the slit on her top, showing off an impressive set of breasts covered by black and yellow rhinestones. The top came off, and she her chest, making the material slide down her arms. She tossed the top to the side and walked backward to a chair at the center of the stage. His tiger roared under his skin, wanting near her. She was so fucking hot.
    She sat, spread her legs, and leaned forward, grinding back and forth on the chair, rocking her hips in a sexy motion that made it look like she was fucking the damn thing.
    His cock stood rock hard. He’d never been turned on by a dance so much. He could appreciate the beauty in any woman, but this woman, she pulled him in with her naughty smile and held him entranced.
    She glanced around the audience and then brought her gaze back to him. The sexy smile broadened. She tugged on the side of her skirt, and the material spread open to reveal a pair of panties in black-and-gold tiger print. She stood, bent over the chair, and shook her luscious behind for the audience. A loud wave of whistles and catcalls sounded. The skirt went flying when she threw it to the side.
    A second later, she grabbed the pole at her back and held on as she did a twirl while at the same time spreading her legs open in a straight line. It wasn’t the usual dirty show of a woman’s privates. She was really dancing. She rocked her hips, spreading them to hold the