A wonderful new man.

The sex was good for both of them, and out of sex grew a deep caring for one another. His suspension offered a lot of time together, but it didn’t last long.

He also taught her some basic self defense moves, he took her shooting a couple of times, teaching her to handle her gun, and she asked about his background.

He showed her his tattoos, and explained that he was a US Marine when he was younger, joining at eighteen and serving for eight years, seeing combat. The police was a logical next move, and now he was talking to people about moving to the DEA.

Their schedules sometimes made it difficult, Vixxen working at the club at night, and Jack working very late on a schedule with the police **** that had long hours, and a lot of nights away.

But Jack and Vixxen worked hard and made it work, dating for months in this way. Caring for one another, and fucking each other as often as they could when they were able to make time together. Sharing a bed, and trying to share life.

Vixxen had lost her rent houses, and what little remained of her credit. Her plan to get out of exotic dancing had failed completely, but she wasn't going to give up. She was less trusting now, looking over her shoulder, and always carrying the small gun Jack bought for her. However hope remained, she was still young, and there had to be a way to make a decent living with clothing on.

When she slept in Jack's house, and in his bed, Vixxen felt safe. That was the thing she needed the most right then, she would worry about tomorrow when it came.

Vixxen went back into much of her old routine. She was back in dance, back in yoga and back at working out with weights.

The time in the hospital and recovering at home had cost her muscle mass, and had added body fat she didn't like looking at in the mirror. She started in really good condition, so the change was only visible to her, to Jack and to the strip club manager.

Jack was supportive, and worked out with her at times, however her manager was not. He was not an unkind man in general and had never tried anything sexual with Vixxen, (she had been told he was gay) but he was blunt where it came to business.

Vixxen had not gained any actual weight, but the loss of muscle and the additional body fat were noticeable if you knew Vixxen and were used to what had been the norm. "Fat dancers don't make any money Vixxen, men love you darling, we need you to get that ass back into shape."

This was the life of an exotic dancer. The men in charge didn’t put up with fat. You had to be desirable for the paying customers, or you went to work somewhere else.

So Vixxen started back into her workout routine. Five days in the gym, three on weights and two in yoga / cardio. And two dance classes per week, back into modern along with the Latin dances.

When she got back to working three nights a week in the strip club and one afternoon, her schedule was full, and she could hardly get enough protein to build muscle. But she did get some muscle mass back, and she was able to shed the fat she had gained.

Jack was impressed. They celebrated her twenty first birthday one night, and among other things they talked about her workouts, and how rapidly her body had responded.