Back to the grind.

After the sexual and violation she endured in that shitty little house, Vixxen felt anything other than sexy and had little interest in making other people feel that way.

This was a problem in trying to turn on the few customers willing to pay, but she was working on being better at pretending.

Officer Jack remained in close contact with Vixxen, visiting her at work sometimes, and he would still bring her a meal every day. Although he now had to juggle the time he did so against her work schedule. This helped her quite a lot, as she needed someone to be close to, and they started to grow close.

Eventually, Vixxen was driven to the police station, where Jack took her to see police investigators. She found out that police had been watching the house she was taken to, and that Jack was watching the house at the moment that Vixxen was carried in.

Jack had pushed for using exigent circumstances to go in right away, however, the police instead waited and obtained a warrant from a judge and gathered SWAT to move on the house. This caused a delay in hours. Some wanted to continue to build the case rather than storming the house at all, thankfully they did not win out.

The people in the house were known violent criminals, **** traffickers, and human traffickers. When SWAT went in the suspects opened fire on the police and when SWAT returned fire were all suspects were killed. The police found ****, money, guns, as well as evidence that Vixxen was not the first victim of what they did to her.

The evidence suggested that Vixxen might have been sold to human traffickers and that it usually happened within a few days of capture. They showed her mug shots for each suspect in the house that had been killed, as all had a criminal history. She saw all she could remember but two, the really large man and the guy who put the shotgun in her mouth.

They showed her mug shots of known associates, and she found the other two men.

She shared what they said about the gym and the strip club, and they started watching these for people matching the description she gave of the big guy.

Over the next two months, Vixxen saw a sexual **** counselor twice a week, and she saw Jack every day. He brought her coffee in the morning sometimes, saw her at the club some nights and took her out to eat a couple of times a week for lunch. He never pressed her for anything, but he knew she was alone, and that she shouldn't be alone.

Vixxen always offered a VIP dance to Jack for free, thinking that she certainly had nothing else to offer him in thanks. Jack always refused, he knew it would not have been right to accept.

He knew she was pretending, he knew that it would be something like sexual **** to let her dance for him, him knowing what had happened to her.

Vixxen got back into the swing of things at the strip club, and as she started processing what had happened, she started to make money again. But it didn't matter, she lost all three houses.

Two had been foreclosed, and the last was in foreclosure. When the time came to leave Jack saw Vixxen packing up, but she had not told him of her troubles. She felt she had taken enough from this man.

Jack seemed angry when he found out that she was apartment hunting. "I have an extra room Vixxen, you are welcome to stay with me. No rent needed, it will make it easier to meet you for dinner."

She initially declined but he wouldn’t have it. “You can trust me Vixxen, you will be safe in my home. And when you are ready to get your own place, you will have no drama with me.”