And not a good one.

When she got to the room, a man was on the way out and let her in telling her, "The party is in the back baby!" The man was shaky on his feet, and smelled of ****.

It was a large hotel room, with a large living room, a kitchen, and separate bedroom. As she moved through it, she was surprised at the condition. Jack was a neat man, but there were beer bottles all over the room, and two open pizza boxes.

She also noticed a used condom on the floor by the sofa. She heard the sound of sex in the bedroom, and was filled with dread as soon as she saw it.

On the king sized bed, were two naked women, one on her hands and knees, getting fucked doggy style by a fit older man. He didn't look like Jack, and as she circled the bed she was thankful to see it wasn't him, Jack wasn't here. It was an older man, with grey hair. There were used condoms all over the place in this room, and on a night table she noticed some little blue pills.

The man didn't stop fucking the girl in front of him when he saw her, just yelling for joy it seemed. "They saved the best for last I guess, get those clothes off bitch!" Asshole, Vixxen thought as he said it. "Let's see what got going for you!"

Vixxen was suddenly aware that she was wearing a tight and revealing dress, a strapless dress that she really thought was sexy. It was very tight, and she wore nothing under it to avoid lines, she was putting on a show for this man she had only intended for Jack.

Just for a moment the relief that it wasn't Jack left her. But she composed herself, and told the man on the bed, "I am in the wrong room, pardon me."

As she turned to leave, another naked woman came out of the restroom with a towel over her shoulders, drying her hair. Then a naked man walked out behind the naked woman. He had a new condom wrapper in his hand.

Fuck.

It was Jack, her Jack.

Jack walked out of the restroom, his still hard cock bouncing around, and said to the man on the bed, "We are going to need more condoms Jim." As he did he saw Vixxen and froze.

Time froze for Vixxen as well it seemed. She knew Jack, she knew that cock. She knew how it felt, how it tasted, how long it stayed hard after sex, he must have taken Viagra.

It was one of those moments that happened in slow motion, the two of them looking in each other’s eyes, knowing nothing would ever be the same.

The other man broke the spell, "This bitch is hot Jack, I don't know where they found a whore built like this for us. Dibs on that fat ass man!"

Jack just stood there, he didn't know what to say. The other man had finished with the girl he was with and came up behind Vixxen. He smelled her hair and put one hand on her stomach and with the other groped one of her breasts. Pulling her dress down to expose the breast, playing with her nipple. She could feel his erection on her ass.

"Jesus Christ this whore is hot Jack. Want to double team this one, or can I have her first?" Vixxen did not move as he did this. She felt it, but she couldn't move. "God I love to fuck colored women, baby I am going to paint your pretty black face white tonight."

Vixxen barely noticed what the older man was saying, but Jack winced at the comment. The other man was kissing her neck and now had both breasts out, squeezing and groping them, pinching her nipples.

Her breasts always looked fantastic, but Jack was a little sick seeing another man groping them.

"You want my fat white cock in your ass whore?" Vixxen wasn't paying any attention to him, she barely felt him, she wasn't listening. She was still looking at Jack, and the condom package in his hand.

Vixxen looked into Jack's eyes, "Is this what you want? You want a whore? You want me to be a cheap whore?" She had tears in her eyes as she asked. Jack was not pleased, and was not aroused by this.

"Jim stop." Jack whispered to the order man, but he didn’t stop, he had his tongue on Vixxen’s earlobe and was squeezing her breasts quite hard. He had lowered the top of her dress to her waist, and now on of his hands moved down the front of her body, down below her navel. He was moving his hand to touch her pussy.

“Stop Jim,” Jack whispered, and the old man did, just briefly before pushing his fingers into Vixxen inside of her dress.

“Jim, I said stop, this woman is not a prostitute…” finally the older man stopped, glaring at Jack.

"Not this woman Jim. Not her, not here, not now, Take your hands off her now and leave please." He was using the soft voice he used with Vixxen, but it made an impression. The other man looked up at him, gave her boobs a final squeeze and walked away, taking the naked girl who had been with Jack with him.

Vixxen and Jack stood there, without moving. Vixxen had not pulled her dress back up, and was still topless, but Jack's cock had now gone down. "I should go Jack, I am sorry to have come unannounced." She turned to leave without even thinking about her dress.

"Vixxen wait, please. Let's talk about this." Jack pleaded. He put his hand on her shoulder, but did not grab her. But Vixxen did not stop. As the went through the living room, the older man was now getting a blowjob from girl from the shower, the other two her kissing each other on a love seat. Vixxen stopped and looked at them, then back at Jack, and kept going.

Jack followed her out into the hall, not thinking of his own clothing, standing naked in the hall pleading with Vixxen, the top of her dress down around her waist.

She turned to him, her enhanced 36d breasts on full display, she wasn’t shy about her body, and she was angry. ‘Fuck Jack’, she thought, ‘let everyone see.’

"This is what you do Jack? This is what you do while you tell me what whores strippers are? You spend your time with actual whores?" Vixxen wasn't yelling, but her facial expression left no doubt how she felt. "How many Jack?"

He knew what she meant but he didn’t answer, there were no good answers. He knew he had ruined a very good thing and hurt a woman he had promised to protect from harm.

"How many whores Jack? How many have you been with since the last time you were with me? It has been three weeks. How many women have you been with since we have been together Jack?"

Jack looked at her sadly, and reached to adjust her dress. "Don't touch me Jack, you don't want your friends here to see your stripper girlfriend's tits?" Vixxen said, "Right now I don't care who sees me, I am just a whore right, no better than these women?”

As if on cue another officer, still in uniform walked by and did a double take, "Fuck me Jack! Look at those tits, girl can I have the next round?"

Jack scowled at the other man."Fuck…man…get moving. Right fucking now!"

"Come back into the room Vixxen, we can talk about this." Jack pleaded.

"Gonna have your buddy move over and clear some space? Gonna have one of those whores suck your dick while we talk?" Vixxen replied to him, only now covering her breasts. "Want me to suck your pal off while you watch? Would it turn you on to see me get paid for it?"

Jack could say nothing, what could anyone say?

"I will let you get back to it Jack, I am going home." Vixxen said as she turned to leave. "Well fuck, I am going somewhere I guess."

"I am sorry Vixxen." Was all she heard as she walked away, followed by offers of cash, whistles and cat calls all thee way out of the hotel.

As Vixxen got into her car she put her head in her hands, and then her cell phone rang. It was Jack, she was angry but answered.

Jack started to talk but she cut him off. "Forget about it Jack, you are living the life you need to live, I need to live the life I need to live."

"Vixxen, I need you to know I am sorry," Jack responded. "I didn't mean for this. One of the guys took us to a strip club here a month ago, and a few dancers came back with us. At first I didn't do anything, but I was lonely here and one of was beautiful and black."

That did not make Vixxen feel any better.

"She kissed me, and I meant to stop there, but then she was blowing me. I don't know how it happened so fast, I really don't. We didn’t fuck, but things got crazy. Another woman started kissing me, another man put his dick in the other stripper’s mouth. I have never seen anything like it, and it just kept escalating."

Vixxen was stunned to hear it, she had him on speakerphone while she drove away. She stopped at a light and finally pulled her dress up over her tits, not wanting to get pulled over on the way home.

"Jack, I am angry, but I hope you know I care for you. I am thankful you saved my life, thankful you let me live with you and that you took care of me when nobody else did." Vixxen told Jack, "But for all of what you said about strippers and whores, you are here in a fucking orgy with strippers who are actual whores?”

“You shamed me for my job where I don’t fuck for money and then you do this,” Vixxen said sharply. “You of all people, saying what you did to try to get me to quit, how could you?”

"I wanted to tell you Vixxen, but I didn't know how." Jack replied, "How do you tell someone something like that?"

"I don't know Jack, I haven't ever had to." Vixxen answered, “I don’t know how we move forward from this Jack, I don’t know if I can.”

“We can talk whenever you get back from whatever the fuck it is you are doing now, expert police work? Research into prostitution maybe?”