Is she willing to have sex directly for money?

Days passed, and finally Vixxen found out when and where. She met her boss's nephew at a restaurant, and dressed in a new dress that William had purchased for her. A tight black dress, it conformed to every curve, was low cut and showed ample cleavage, and was very short. It didn't cover more than two inches below her ass.

Vixxen wore a new pair of high heels, with a 2” lift on them, and had her hair done for the evening. She felt sexy, she felt powerful. She knew men and women would want her, and that only her date might have her.

Vixxen took a cab to the restaurant, and arrived just a few minutes late.

When she got to the front door, she was approached my a very young man who introduced himself as David. She stood 6' tall with the heels on, and David was maybe 5'7", and on the thin side.

"Hello there ma’am my name is David." The young man said.

"Vixxen, please just Vixxen," she replied.

David was young, but at eighteen only a few years younger than Vixxen was.

And he was attractive. She gave him a peck on the lips and they were seated. They had pleasant, but shallow conversation David told Vixxen he was soon going graduate from high school, and of his plans for college. His family wasn't poor, but they could not afford to send him to an expensive state college right away, so he was starting in junior college for the first couple of years.

David asked what Vixxen did for a living, and she told him she was an exotic dancer. He said his uncle had told him that, and asked if she did anything else. They kept talking over dinner, which was very good, and continued over dessert, which Vixxen passed on.

It wasn't the best date Vixxen had been on, but David was cute, and while shy he seemed to be very nice. When dinner was over, and they were outside waiting for David's car to pull up, David struggled with what to do next.

"so what would you like to do next Vixxen?" David asked, a little less shy than before.

"Let's go back to your place and decide." Vixxen smiled at him.

Vixxen's manager had rented a car service for David, and a nice black Cadillac pulled up. And the driver came around and opened the door for Vixxen.

As the driver drove them to the hotel, David was nervous. "Mam, you must hear this all the time, but you are amazing, I have never met a girl as good looking as you are, it isn’t even close.”

"Thank you David, that is very kind. Please call me Vixxen, I am only three years older than you are." Vixxen smiled back, grabbing and holding his hand.

"So what did my uncle say about this date?" David asked nervously.

Vixxen smiled, "What did he tell you David?"

"He told me he was going to ask a dancer that worked for him to show me a good time as a favor. He is paying you for this isn't he?" David asked.

"Your uncle William did pay me, to have dinner with you. He offered to pay me to have sex with you as well."

"You are going to do that for money?" David looked nervous.

"Take it easy David, I am a dancer, not a prostitute." Vixxen told David, trying to put him at ease. "I have had a good time, something might happen between us.”

“And if anything happens between us it is because I like you and I am having a good time. The part of this date your uncle paid for is over. We are here on our own now baby."

The ride to the hotel was not a long one, Vixxen spent it talking to David and teasing him. Pressing her chest out, rubbing his thigh, and giving him the best fuck me eyes she could.

David already had the room key, and seemed to know were he was going, leading Vixxen to the elevator, and then a decent sized room.

When they got in Vixxen turned and kissed David, and backed him up towards a small sofa. When they go there she sat beside him and spoke to him. "David, I went on this date because your uncle paid me to, I am not in your room because he paid me to. This has nothing to do with money, and I need you to promise to tell your uncle that nothing happened between us."

"I don't get it, why would I say that if something did?" David asked.

“He was going to pay me more to fuck you, I don’t want that money, I never did,” she replied.

"If you tell him nothing happened, whatever happens between us stays with us. And I want to fuck you Andrew, and not for money.”

“I am not a prostitute, I don't ever want to be a prostitute, and I do not want your uncle to think me a prostitute." Vixxen said, leaning in and kissing David on the neck. "Can you do that for me, please?"

As Vixxen said please she lowered the front of her dress and exposed her amazing 36d breasts to David. She moved to the floor and between his legs, and looked up to David and smiled, then started working on his belt.

David stopped her hands, and smiled at Vixxen, "Let's hold off on that OK?" And he helped her back up on the sofa, glancing at her exposed breasts. "Ma’am, you are amazing, but not like this. I don't want my first time like this."

"Can we go do something else, maybe catch a movie?" David asked. "We are putting the cart before the horse a little, we haven't even finished our date."

Vixxen was surprised. She had not been on a real date in as long as she could remember. What did that even mean? Vixxen smiled at David and puller her dress back over her breasts.

"We can catch a movie, whats good?" Vixxen asked. Iron Man was in the theater at the time, and the downtown hotel they were at was close to a downtown movie theater.

They caught a showing of the movie, and Vixxen enjoyed snacks she normally wouldn't, snacking on some popcorn and M&Ms. The movie was good, Vixxen had not seen one in a theater since she was a teenager. She barely knew how to act.

She laid her head on David's shoulder for much of the movie, she held his hand, she played with his hair, and kept a hand on his thigh when she had a hand free. But David was a complete gentleman.

They walked back to the hotel after the movie, and David called the driver he had to come and get Vixxen. "I like you Vixxen. I would be lucky to have you as my first, but I don't want it like this. Can I call you sometime though?"

"You sure can David, happy birthday baby!" And gave David a big hug, and a peck on the lips. She gave him her phone number, and was driven home by the car service.

That night night on the ride home, Vixxen felt very good at not having given into prostitution, "I am not a whore," she told herself.