Jennifer Point of view for the last two chapters (Has spoilers)

I found myself staring off into space while holding my coffee as I tried to come to grips with my father's nearing ****.

I could never tell John this, but he was my crush, my first love, my first EVERYTHING, and I gave him/ he took my first EVERYTHING. It kills me inside, knowing he is facing ****, and all we need is money to save him. THE ONE THING WE DON'T HAVE! Why does it always have to be money? If I only still worked at the strip club, I would be able to make enough money. I actually started to feel myself getting angry at John for making me quit. Don't get me wrong, growing up, I never wanted to be a stripper; what girl does? But the pay and the freedom it gave me, knowing I could turn any man on at a moment's notice, and they would give me their wallet just for a second glance, was second to know.

John kept trying to make me feel better; it was actually sweet of him, but nevertheless, it wasn't working. I just had to accept that there was nothing I could do.

That is when I noticed Steve walking in.' our' date night was on the slum side of town because it was the only one we could afford, and Steve was an uptown kind of person. There was only one reason he would come here, and that was me. 'How did he know we were here?' I quickly realized all my friends work for him. We all need money; why else would we strip. Any one of them would have told him I need money, just for a few extra hundred at the end of the month, and I can't blame them. I would have done the same thing if I was in their shoes. I already knew what he was going to offer; he had asked me in the past before I met John, and I almost agreed to it, and if I hadn't met John two days later, I bet he would have actually gotten me to say yes within the next week. No matter how much it hurts for John's shake, I resolved to turn him down once again.

John nearly jumped out of his seat when Steve pulled up a chair; he must not have noticed him coming.

Steve: "Hey, babe, I hear you need money."

Trying to seem as strong as I can, I answer, "Fuck off, asshole." Which silences the room.

Steve twirled his hand on the table: "Oh babe, don't be like that; I am just here to give you what he could not."

"I don't want what you have to give." I noticed John smile when I said that, which made me feel somewhat better.

Steve smirked, "OK… ok, at least let me pay for your trip back home so you can attend your old man's funeral." I instantly thought about my father. I tried to do my best to hide my pain, but I knew it was written all over my face.

Steve quickly stood up from the table, and that was when John did something I never expected him to do. He reached out and grabbed Steve, stopping him in his tracks.

John gave his 'fake strong voice' that he uses when he tries to sound confident, which is actually kind of cute. "What are you offering?"

Steve: "Well, I could cover her family's medical bills and maybe buy you both a few new sets of clothes along with covering your meals. "I can feel myself actually getting excited as if the answer to all my problems just sat down next to us. I quickly tried to recollect myself, remembering who I was dealing with: "And I would just have to go back to working at your joint."

Steve, "Oh no., we have replaced you already with a new face, but some of your old regulars still hold a candle for you and want one last go. You give them what they want, and that and we and the money is yours." He turns to you. "And don't worry, no more secrets. They want you to be present for all of it."

'My regulars… My regulars… we weren't allowed to call our customers regulars. Which means Steve could only mean himself.' That is when I was positive he was going after what He tried to make me do in the past. I knew I should scream no, kick him out, and possibly even call the police, but I just could not bring myself to do it. He was willing to save my father, after all. As a **** of habit, I gave John the 'Can We' Look, but I instantly regretted it. In my head, I screamed, 'John, please don't trust this guy,' but in my heart, I cried, 'Please, John, say yes, please say yes and save my father.'

John gave one word that sealed it for the both of us. "deal."

Steve smirked, "That's great to her, babe. We will be in touch," before stomping off.

I couldn't bring myself to look at John for the rest of the dinner, knowing that if he knew what he just agreed to, he would never have said yes. On the walk home, I finally broke the silence; I needed to know how much he actually knew, so I asked: "Honey, do you know what we just agreed to?"

"No, do you."

"Not exactly, but some of my regulars were creepy. I just don't want you to hate me afterward." I know I should have told them right then and there. But it wasn't a whole lie. Steve was a creep, and I don't want him to hate me after this all over with. I also knew he was going to try to breed me. I just didn't know how he was going to do it. So, in a way, it wasn't really a lie.

John: "Jennifer, I won't hate you; we decided to go through this together, no lies, no secrets. whatever it is, we will face it together for you, for your father." It was so sweet of him trying to calm me down, but also really stupid.

John wanted to hold me as we slept that night, which only made matters worse because every time I closed my eyes dreamed about Steve fucking me. It was both sickening and exciting. So much so that I had to change my panties three times that night secretly.

Steve instructed us to meet him at the strip club at 2:15 a.m. I instantly knew why he picked that time because it was when the night shift girls left. He wanted me to feel shame walking past them.

Of course, we would run right into Cashmere; she was one of the friendlier girls, at least to your face. Behind your back, she would backstab you if it got her ahead.

Cashmere gave me a fake smile, the one she gives to the low-paying customers: "Hay Jennifer. I didn't expect to see you around here after the noise you made leaving."

I gave her a fake smile back. "Neither did I, but I have some unfinished business to attend to."

Cashmere: "Sorry to hear that. I hope everything works out for you." She waves as she walks by.

My husband and I walk into my old place of work to find Steve sitting on the. "Good, you're here." He gives them his sleazy smile.

I really didn't Like how he was trying to gloat in front of John, so I snapped, "We all know why we are here, so let's just get on with it." I attempted to sound as angry as I could while trying to hide the fact that my cloth panties were soaked with excitement.

Steve: "I know you want it, but there is no need to go jumping on any rods just yet. You get your fill some enough; just wait a second." He gives me a smirk, which makes my knees buckle, and my pussy screams, 'Take me now.' While my head screams, 'CALM DOWN GIRL, YOU SHOULDN'T WANT THIS; YOU LOVE JOHN!'

Steves continues, "But you have waited six months, so what another few minutes. I would like to have a chat with your man first. I left an outfit in your old locker for you; why don't you get changed while me and him have a heart to heart." It was clear he intentionally placed himself first in that sentence.

This was Steve's way of telling me he was about to spill the beans. I really hoped he would just let me play it off as an accident, but it's too late now.

Knowing that this could be the last time I ever talk to him while he still loves me, I say, "I'll be right back, honey." before stomping off.

The moment I closed the door, I wanted to cry in fear of losing John, but I didn't have time. The fate of my relationship with John was out of my hands; I could only hope what he said last night was true and he wouldn't hate me for this. The only thing I could do was get changed for my father's sake. A baggy was tied to the outfit he wanted me to put on with two pills inside labeled, 'fertility pills, TAKE!' I took both of them, put the outfit on, fixed my hair and makeup, and added some perfume before heading back out.

The moment I entered the room, John said, "You knew what the deal was, didn't you."

What hurt most was that he wasn't even looking at me. "Yes... But I CAN EXPLAIN. I DID WARN YOU MY REGULARS WERE CREEPY."