Yes

Finally, Katie and you were given some peace and quiet, though you can't help but notice Katie's flushed cheeks and panting breaths.

"Sorry, I think he got a bit carried away there," she says after a slight pause. "Anyways, I'm gonna get dressed... unless...?"

Every fiber of your being wants to stop her. God, do you want to stop her. She's standing there, completely exposed. All you want to do is drag her to her bed right now, to kiss every inch of her body, to feel her naked skin against yours, and lose yourself in her.

But you can't. Not like this. Not when she's clearly under the influence of whatever happens at your school.

You shake your head, forcing a smile. "Go ahead. Get comfortable."

For a moment, Katie looks at you, confused. As if she had expected you to say something else. Then, her expression shifts and a hint of disappointment flashes across her face before she grabs clothes from her dresser.

You're relieved when she selects a simple t-shirt and shorts. After the nonstop sexualization at school, the mundane fabric feels like a blessing.

Once she's fully dressed, you both sit down on her bed and spread your textbooks out between you. But concentration proves impossible. Your mind keeps replaying the scene with her stepdad - how he'd touched her so casually. How he'd talked about her "helping his business."

After reading the same paragraph over and over for several minutes, you finally give up. You close your book and look at Katie.

"So, your stepdad... What kind of business does he have?"

"Mike? Oh, he owns a club and some stores in town."

"A club? Is it one I know?"

"It's a strip club, so probably not."

You stare at her, shocked. "A strip club?"

"Yeah, I know that's not what you expected. I used to be embarrassed by that, but now... Being a senior has changed my views on many things."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your girlfriend's stepfather owns a strip club. But didn't she say she worked for him?

"A... and you worked there?"

"What? No, I would never do something like that," she says, looking genuinely irritated. "Besides, you have to be at least 21 to work there. I'm too young."

"But didn't you say you worked for him?"

"Yes, I sometimes work in one of his stores."

A wave of relief washes over you. Of course. She works in a regular store, not... that place.

"Sorry, I thought..."

"It's okay. Can we please focus on studying and our homework now? I don't want to get in trouble tomorrow because I'm unprepared."

You nod. "Yeah, of course."

For the next few hours, you focus on studying and doing your homework.

When you finally say goodbye, you kiss her deeply before heading out the door. On the walk home, your thoughts swirl. You're glad Katie doesn't work at the strip club. You now understand why she's never mentioned her family's wealth - she doesn't like where it comes from.

Still, you're uncomfortable thinking about her stepfather touching her, though you can't do anything about it. Especially not now that your whole life has turned into this crazy mess.

Katie wouldn't understand.

You need to figure out what's going on.

When you arrive home, you help with the chores, but your mind is completely elsewhere. Afterward, you're exhausted. It's been a long day. You wanted to do some research... or at least watch one of the porn videos from your school and jerk off and finally get some relief. But before you can do anything, you fall asleep.