Well, but some questions first.

Mason was impressed that she had purchased the house at her age. He didn't know how old she was, but she had to be in her young twenties. He wasn't that impressed with the house itself, but she had decorated it quite well.

Mason was lost in thought, looking out a window at her small backyard, and heard her walk up behind him. He turned and almost fell over. Vixxen walked in, still in her tight dress, and she was an amazing sight. He had known some women, none even close to her beauty.

She sat on the sofa and he joined her, at a distance just beyond arm's reach. She drank another glass of wine and took off her heels, and they had a nice conversation. Mason noticed that her posture was damned near perfect.

Mason talked about his job, he worked at a financial firm, and finally talked about the financial markets, and the danger they were in. He talked about sub-prime mortgages, and the trouble that banks were in over them, and how his firm had invested in them, and against them as well.

Vixxen was hesitant about her profession, but after he pressed her she told him she was an exotic dancer.

He asked a lot of questions but wasn't a dick about it. He mentioned she had a perfect body for it, and they talked about how the Latin dances she did had an impact on her stage work, and how she stayed so fit.

"Yoga three times a week, rumba class once a week, I lift three times a week with ab work every day and a focus on squats," Vixxen told him, describing her workout. "And then I dance four shifts at work, I probably dance for a good three hours out of a six-hour shift."

"How do you eat enough for that kind of activity Vixxen?" Mason asked, "How can you get enough?"

"I eat a very specific diet Mason," Vixxen replied. "Not a lot of red meat, good fat when I have it, but I added some ice cream. And a lot of protein for muscle building, and plenty of fruit and vegetables."

"You don't look like you eat any ice cream," Mason asked.

"I got a little too fit for the job," Vixxen said, with an odd look on her face. "Men and women do not seem to respond to someone with very little body fat and cut up abs, at least not for female strippers."

Mason thought about it, and then he agreed, he liked curves. He had already wondered if she was too muscular to look good naked.

"So I eased up on the cardio and I eat some ice cream a couple of times a week," Vixxen said with a smile. "I added a few pounds but softened the abs, and made my ass and my tits look a bit better."

Mason smiled, and took a chance, she seemed pretty open about her body. He openly looked at her ass, and then stared straight at her boobs, admiring her cleavage. "They look pretty good, I don't see how they could have been a problem."

"My job is tough Mason, there is a lot of pressure on you about your body," Vixxen replied. "They have a scale, and they monitor your weight and your measurements all the time."

"Do you like what you do?" Mason asked her. "I have heard rough things about that life, it seems tough. Colleagues of mine spend a lot of time at strip clubs, they do not speak well of the dancers when they bring them home."

Mason thought about that, he really hoped nobody he worked with had ever taken Vixxen home, not the way they spoke of strippers. They spoke of blowjobs and sex in VIP dances, blowjobs in the car on the way back from the strip club and all manner of sex.

He liked Vixxen, he really hoped none of his friends had ever paid her to let them fuck her in the ass. She seemed to nice for that, too stable.

"Mason," Vixxen said with a serious look on her face. "There are prostitutes who strip, and there are strippers who prostitute themselves sometimes, it happens.”

“And there are clubs that let that happen, dives, shit holes." She touched his hand gently, "I am not one of those women, and the club I work at would fire a dancer caught fucking a customer."

"Well that is good" Mason thought, hopefully, it was accurate. He decided to try to visit Vixxen's club and see if it was really a better place as she said.

"I am good at what I do, and I make good money," Vixxen asked. "I would rather do something else, but this is all I know how to do."