“Daisy, I didn’t know you had a booth here.” Madison leaned over and hugged her.

“Well, I volunteer at the library on Wednesdays and Fridays, so of course, I wanted to be here. But the person who’s supposed to wear our mascot costume didn’t show. Kind of a bummer.” She walked around the counter and hugged Jax. “Grant, we have snow cones. Do you want one?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice! But I have to go to the bathroom.”

I took his hand. “Come on, I’ll take you.” We walked away, and when I glanced back, Madison looked over at me. Her iddy biddy smile rattled something in my chest. I wanted her in every way, and I had no fucking clue what to do with that.

* * *

After a long line at the bathroom, we returned to the library booth. I loaded up Grant with a grape snow cone and looked around. No Madison in sight, but Jim rolled in and was chatting with Daisy.

“Where did Madison go?”

Daisy put her hands on her hips. “Well, the guy who is supposed to wear the mascot costume didn’t show up.” Daisy started giggling, pointing at something behind me.

I turned around and saw it. I should’ve known immediately by the dance moves that it was her. A cross between the running man on crack and a drunk Daisy doing the Macarena; I could not pull my eyes away.

Madison was dressed in a tiger mascot costume from head to toe, just like the kind at a football game.My Madison. The tiger wore a basketball uniform, with “Springfield Library” on the back of the jersey, had a long, bushy tail, and a huge tiger head covered her head and rested on her shoulders.

Grant’s mouth dropped open. “Is that Madison?”

I nodded, at a loss for words. I watched her jump in front of an elderly couple, enthusiastically shaking her tail at them before turning back around and throwing candy at them from the little bucket she carried. The man covered his eye, clearly hit by a flying tootsie roll, provoking his wife to scowl at the tiger before leading him away. Just five minutes as an entertainer, and she may well have blinded a dude.

Grant rushed over. “Madison, you’re awesome!”

I walked over and shook my head. “You’re really doing this?”

Muffled laughter came through her mask. “Hell, yeah! I’ve beena lotof things in my life, but never a dancing tiger!”

The YMCA blared from the speakers above us, and of course, the tiger ahead of me started the dance, with Grant joining in. After a moment, she had about a dozen kiddos following her lead. It was the traditional dance, but she added a little ass shake after the “A.” I was feeling it.

I grabbed a snow cone, leaned against Daisy’s booth, and let the dirty fantasy of me and the tiger take over. Different? Most definitely; at least not like any sex fantasy I’d ever had. It went on for nearly ten minutes until Daisy shuffled over to me.

“Jax, the costume guy showed up. Tell Madison she can take the costume off in the same camper she put it on in. We don’t want any of the kids to see who’s inside the outfit.” She pointed just beyond the food trucks. “Can you help her unzip, though? It goes all the way down the back. She won’t be able to get it herself.”

“No prob, I’ve got this.” My ears were dancing at her words. Can I help her unzip? Oh, yeah, baby. “Can you keep an eye on Grant for a bit? After she changes, I may grab some drinks for everyone. The lines look long, though, it might take a bit.” See what I did there?

“Sure, take your time.” She nodded as I took off to grab my tiger by the tail.

I followed her to the camper beyond the food trucks. She pulled the door open, and we went inside. I immediately slid the lock over. It was one of those campers with a table, couch, and little kitchen.

She pulled off her tiger head and dropped it onto the table. “Whew, it’s hot in here.”

I pulled her close. “Yes, it is.”

Her grin was almost sinful. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Daisy told me to get you out of that costume, and I never shirk my duties.”

I kissed her gently.

“I think you should always listen to Daisy.” She kissed me back. “She could easily turn into a gun-toting maniac, I believe.”

My hands ran up the fur on her backside. “I’ve seen it. Not pretty.”

I buried her lips with mine; I could not get enough of this woman. Her hands slid up the back of my shirt, sending shock waves down south.

I broke the kiss and spun her around, lowering her zipper. She put her hands on the table as I helped her lift her legs out of the costume and threw it on the floor. She tried to turn to me, but I didn’t let her. I ran my hands up her outer thighs, pushing myself against her from behind, leaving no doubt as to what she was doing to me.