Quite a lot better.

"I am not a whore," Vixxen said to herself, facing a curtain with music dying down. Her mother had been a whore, her father had sold her body in prostitution, it was a label she hated deep down and tried hard to resist.

And as a pole dancing stripper, an actual sex worker, it was a label she heard often.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, for your enjoyment, we present, the beautiful and exotic Vixxen!" The DJ's voice carried a bit as the music started pumping. Vixxen stepped onto the stage in a packed club, moving with the music, moving quickly to keep up with the pace.

Vixxen had become a very good stage dancer in only a couple of months. Dancing came naturally, and she had ballet and classical training, but stage and pole dancing was something else altogether. She had the strength and balance for the pole, and she looked good on it.

The set lasted two songs, one in costume, the second stripping down to her g-string. She had gotten where she could handle the pole, but spent most of her time around the edge of the stage, closer to the customers. They were the source of her income, she worked hard to connect with them. She made eye contact, she tried to personalize her stage routine, to make it seem to many like it was just for them.

There wasn't that much money in stage dancing, but the manager James insisted, and it did gather interest in more profitable lap dances, and the occasional VIP dance.

Getting comfortable dancing for pervy men, and grinding on the hard cocks of strange men for money was something Vixxen was able to do, but something that she sometimes struggled with. Dancers got excited sometimes, and Vixxen was not immune to this.

She succumbed to temptation from time to time, as anyone would. When she saw a well hung man’s cock escape his pants during a lap dance in the club, she sometimes gave the tip a kiss, just to be a little kinky and to get the customer into a VIP dance.

The requirement for sex was about what James had described. He fucked Vixxen a couple of time a week, sometimes more. If she had a flat, had car trouble or anything else he was true to his word and demanded sexual favors. She ended up with his dick in her mouth every time she worked, and tasted a lot of his cum.

He shared Vixxen with others as he promised, every so often when she showed up early as requested, a man she didn't know would be in James's office with him. She knew what this meant every time she saw them. They all had the same hunger in their eyes, and they all got what they wanted.

Vixxen sucked every one of them, never able to require a condom for the blowjobs, but she could for sex. So she tasted a lot of dick, but it was somewhat safe. And she would not let them cum in her mouth, which meant they got to cum on her face and breasts. For these creeps one was as good as another almost every time.

They tended to enjoy the kinky feel of a cum facial, degrading a woman, perhaps marking their territory so to speak. But if they thought she cared what they thought they had another thing coming to them.

But it wasn’t without it’s downsides.

This was always a sticky mess, and cleaning up dried cum and reapplying makeup was no fun just before her shift. Also, the walk of shame, walking to the dressing room with a stranger's cum on her face bothered her. Not enough to quite a lucrative job she and Nikki needed, but she hated it.

Vixxen's manager James wore protection when he fucked her and did not usually last very long. He still always came into her mouth every time, and demanded that she swallow his cum every time. She hated him for it, but it was a part of the job. He also never stopped calling her a whore, she hated that even more.

At very least he did not demand that she swallow his friend's cum when she brought one of his loser friends to her, however, she did end up tasting the cum of each of the bouncers that worked that club, and both of the DJs. This was a part of doing the job, and it wasn’t all that common. Of course with two DJs and five bouncers on the roster, she did end up sucking dick quite often.

Vixxen would not have sex with the woman who ran the dressing room, wanting to keep some things within her control, not wanting to get into that with women over a job. She did fool around with other dancers, but that was voluntary, and she needed some voluntary sex in her life sometimes.

It amazed Vixxen the power that these people felt over her. The bouncers just knew that she would do what they wanted, and the DJs both expected a blowjob every week in exchange for playing the music Vixxen wanted for her sets. A dancer refused one week, and her music sucked. Vixxen needed the money, so she did what she had to do.

Vixxen would finish her set on stage and then hit the floor. She worked the crowd as always, flirting, and trying to connect with customers. Making men think you are falling for them is an art, and Vixxen was an artist at it. She had never fucked a customer for money, and she made plenty of money despite it. It seemed the customers always thought just a little more money would win her over.

Just another hundred dollars and they might win her over. Maybe as a lover, maybe as a girlfriend, maybe more.

It was a game Vixxen didn’t mind playing, and one she won every time. She wasn’t in this for romance.