Because they just can’t.

She pulled over in a parking lot and cried, she just couldn't make the drive that night.

Vixxen got a motel room on the other side of town, and got going again the next morning on a bad night's sleep, but with breakfast and coffee. A seven hour drive came and went, without any more phone calls, and without the radio on. Vixxen spent the time alone with her thoughts.

Vixxen moved out when she got home, but she didn't have much to move so it was easy. She stayed with a dancer friend for a couple of weeks while she found an apartment, and went to work starting over with furniture, electronics, all of it.

She called and cancelled her vacation and went back to work, but decided to enjoy life a bit more than she had lately, rejoining the after hours party scene.

She spoke with Jack a few times, but she missed some calls when she went a little off the deep end in partying. She went to several get togethers per week, and there was a lot of company to be had, she had quite a lot of sex.

It was **** sex, maybe rebound sex, but why not? What had being faithful ever done for her. Now she was single, she could fuck anyone she wanted to.

There were men, woman, and some group sex was involved. She let it all go, all of her inhibitions, all of her reservations about sex save two. No money for sex, and it had to be safe.

Outside of that she fucked like a porn star, she fucked like the whore Jack thought she was. She started drinking at these parties, sometimes heavily, and convinced herself that Jack had done this to her.

She woke up in a bed early one morning, groggy from some heavy drinking and a long week. As her vision steadied she saw men on the bed with her, and another man waiting by the bed, they had their cocks out, jerking them right over her face.

She barely registered when cum started landing on her face because of the ****, but soon she felt more, and then even more. As she came to her senses she realized that there were more men waiting, and she got up and staggered to the bathroom. She looked pretty bad, it wasn’t just her face.

She had cum in her hair, on her breasts, and on much of the rest of her body. She wiped her face with a towel and looked for her clothing, but it wasn’t in the room. When a man tried to lead her back to the bed, she refused, clumsily.

The man insisted and shoved her on the bed and she screamed at him, making him recoil from her. He yelled out through the open door, where another man waited, “What the fuck I paid for this! Who is gonna give me my twenty bucks back?”

Vixxen was a lot more sober on hearing that. She stormed out after the man as he put his pants on, and saw a bouncer handing him a twenty dollar bill.

“Fuck Carlos, you sold fucking tickets to that?” Vixxen screamed, as the party died, very quickly.

She started paying much closer attention to what people did in the club, and stopped drinking at the parties. The manager did not allow sex for money, but now she started to notice how girls got around it.

She noticed money and phone numbers changing hands, and now she started to notice that customers from the club would show up at the late night parties the girls would host.

"Fuck," Vixxen said out loud when she realized it one night. There were times she had been with men and women at these parties. Other dancers would occasionally ask Vixxen to keep a shy man company, or would invite Vixxen into threesomes in a side bedroom.

That party environment was heavily sexual. Nudity was the rule not the exception, there were a lot of condoms around so things were somewhat safe, but there was a lot of sex. Vixxen had sucked dick and fucked men while blindfolded, she had been with men she had never seen and then never saw them again. Not often, but it had happened.

Vixxen realized that these dancers and maybe the bouncers took money from customers and invited them to these parties. Fuck, she had been prostituted. They made her into a fucking whore.

Worse, they had made Jack right about her, and her father. In the end she was a whore, nothing more. Maybe it was all she had to offer the world.