Start over, again. But with nothing.

Vixxen knew nobody in Texas anymore, and was in Austin, where she had been for a couple of weeks and had never lived before.

Should she go back to North Texas, where she had worked before and go back to the club she had worked at? She had been gone from there for three years.

Should she go back to Vegas and try to get back in touch with Alan? She could make really good money there, and it has only been a couple of years, but she needed money to do that.

Travel was costly, she had almost five hundred in cash, but moving her things to Vegas would cost more than that. Moving back to North Texas would cost more than that.

There were other places she could dance, she had heard of people making a good living in Atlanta, and she knew people in New York City. Maybe she could go to Los Angeles as some friends had suggested, and try dancing there and maybe erotic modeling, maybe even acting.

She had Jack’s number, but she had rejected him, what right did she have to ask for help now. And she had Kira Kener’s number, a beautiful and now retired pornstar she had met in Vegas. But she didn’t know Kira well enough to ask for anything.

What she did know was that she wasn’t going far with the money she had right now, this would not last for a week, even in a cheap motel.

She called a taxi, and asked the driver where the best strip club in town was. He told her a place called Palazio, and she asked to go to a motel nearby.

The ride was a quiet one, with Vixxen lost in thought, almost completely unsure of what to do. She would get a room for a couple of days, then get a job at this club she was going to be close to. She had to, somehow.

The money she had would have to hold out long enough to get her belongings from Mason, and get a job. Then she would have to earn a pile of money and plan her next move.

She wasn’t going to stay in the same town as Mason, she knew he went to strip clubs, and did not want to run into him at one of them while she was working. So this would have to be fast.

And she knew that to make it fast, it meant making as much as she could as fast as she could. And she knew that might mean doing things she normally would not.

She got to the motel, and the driver told her it was going to be $32.50. “Fuck, that is costly,” she thought reaching for her handbag.

“We could work something out,” the driver said, an older middle eastern looking man, whom she doubted even had a mother who thought he was attractive.

He figured she was a working girl, asking to go to a random hotel by a strip club she didn’t know, maybe he could get a little hook up, it had been a good night.

“Fuck,” Vixxen thought, “What do you want mister?” She asked him, she already knew the answer.

“A blowjob from the pretty brown lady would be nice,” he said, in a thick accent. Fuck, his cab smelled, he probably smelled, he looked sweaty, he was fat, no fucking way.

“Too much for $32 bucks mister, too much to ask,” she replied. “How about a handjob?”

“With your tits out,” he replied, “And I cum on your fucking tits.”

To save $32.50? What had her life come to, she should have stayed in New York. Fuck that, she should have stayed in Vegas.

It would buy her at least one extra day in this motel, food for two days maybe. She needed time to get things together, fuck she hated being desperate.