Not as expected.

Jennifer had taken a nap after talking to Steve earlier, all of this had drained her of her normal energy. She woke up to her phone ringing laying on the sofa in front of a glass of wine and noticed it was Steve calling again, and that John was due home from work soon.

She had a more clear head and agreed to meet Steve at a coffee shop nearby, her eyes were heavy, and her spirits were low. Maybe a good strong coffee would help.

"It is going to be OK Jennifer," Steve said when she sat down with him, getting right to the point. "I made Pete an offer he couldn't refuse, you will never hear from him again babe."

Jennifer saw a light at the end of this darkness she had not imagined, but what did Steve want for it? "So what does this cost me, Steve?" She asked her boss, "Bathroom here? Your car? Your house?"

Steve winced, that fucking hurt. He was trying to be the good guy, but he had earned what she said. "No Jennifer, you don't owe me anything. Not now, and never again," he was as gentle as he could be here, she needed calm.

"I don't know what is going to happen with John. But you can't be in the life like you were, I don't like seeing you this way."

Jennifer smiled, just a bit, Steve had never done anything for free in the past.

"You seem to truly love your husband, and for your marriage work, all of this has to stop." Steve continued, "No more sex with the staff, no more sex with customers, no more sex at our parties Jenn. Knowing what you know, you might need to avoid them for a while."

"Will it work, without any of that Steve?" Jennifer asked it had been a part of the job for two years, how could it just stop all of the sudden? "I thought it was required for work Steve."

"It was, it isn't anymore. Not for you Jennifer, all of that stops now," Steve replied. "The staff will fall into line, but I need you to promise me no more sex with dancers or customers. Nothing, ever again."

Jennifer was confused, who was this man she was talking to. Steve had seemed to want to be Hugh Hefner in the past.

Steve caught her confused look, "Jennifer, do you love your husband? Do you want to stay married to John?" He continued, "If you don't, I have room for you in my house, but you have a choice to make."

There had not seemed like there were a lot of choices in the past, this seemed new, "And that choice is?" She asked.

"Be married, and give up the extra sex, all of it. Peter will not be the last to catch you, eventually, people find out Jenn, eventually, people find out everything." Steve took a drink of his coffee and let it sink in before continuing. "Or be who you have been, fuck anyone you want, keep fucking me, fuck customers for money if you want, and divorce John."

Jennifer's eyes widened as she realized what he was saying, Pete wouldn't be the last. She had been recorded over the years, eventually, some of that would probably be on the internet. Some other friend of her husband would catch her in the act, it was just a matter of time.

Her fantasy of bringing John into her life had failed, she would never fuck Steve and John at the same time, something she had gotten really excited imagining. The playing around that they had been experimenting with would have to stop as well.

Or just the part with John would have to stop. She did love to have sex, and deep down she wasn't sure one man could satisfy her. And there would be a lot of lost income, she made a lot of money with customers fucking or sucking cock in a VIP booth, or doing after-hours work in a car or a hotel.

She loved John, but was it worth it to give up who she had been long before she even met him? What if she ended up not being able to pull off her job as a stripper if she gave up all of the extras? What if the bouncers wouldn't accept not having any more sexual favors? What if the other dancers rejected her for working by a different standard?

She had to choose, but Jennifer had no idea what to do next.