It turns out it can, with a new partner.

A few weeks later, Mason announced he was being sent to Texas to head up a new office in Dallas. Vixxen hoped that with Mason getting what he was hoping for in having her fuck his boss, that things might get better, but she knew better deep down. She knew it couldn't happen with Mason, he was too angry, too closed off to her.

And Vixxen could smell the other women on him when he got home and walked by, he didn't even bother to hide it anymore. He was rarely at home, and as the week where he would leave approached, Vixxen did not know what would happen. But this could not go on.

She tried to keep up her routine, she didn't know if she should pack, she didn't know where Mason was going to live, she didn't know anything about him these days.

The day before he was going to leave Mason got home early, very early, and he wasn't alone. He had his assistant with him, and they looked very friendly. His assistant was named Marie, and she was young, very young. Like eighteen, and tiny. Like five feet tall and petite. Vixxen pondered that her husband really did like girls thin.

"What is she doing here?" Vixxen asked, offended that Mason had the balls to bring another woman in her house.

"Cool it Vixxen, I am leaving tomorrow, it is time to stop pretending," he replied in a cold voice. "This is it for us, I wasn't sure how it would end, but I think now is as good a time as any for a clean break."

Mason pulled a large envelope out of his bag and dropped it on the counter next to his wife. Vixxen opened it and was not surprised to see divorce papers and a stack o other documents. "Mason? Just like this? What did I do wrong?"

His eyes narrowed. "You fucked your dad, you fucked men for money, you had an abortion and can't give me children, I have pictures of you with another man's dick in your mouth, and I doubt you waited long to fuck Larry." Mason took a breath, "I think that will about do it."

"I can smell the women on your Mason, I know you are fucking around," Vixxen replied harshly, pulling at a collar that had lipstick on it.

"So?" Mason replied, taking off his jacket. "I am and I have been, from the start. I am about to go and fuck Marie right now, you can watch if you want to, but she isn't a part-time dyke like you are."

Vixxen was silent, stunned by this, Mason had never been so forward.

"I am headed to Texas tomorrow, and Marie is coming with me," he continued. "You aren't coming along, we are going to go ahead and tie this off." He took off his wedding ring and put it on the counter beside her, and pulled out a credit card and the debit card to their joint account.

He placed all of them on the counter before her. "You get the joint accounts, as they are. You will get more on top of that when I am liquid enough to transit it to your accounts. I have had myself removed, you own these now."

Vixxen had no idea what to do, what to ask, what to say. She was hurt and angry, but violence didn't usually solve anything.

"I have been fair to you Vixxen, you will get half of what I have earned since we have been married," Mason continued. "New York is an equitable division state, and I am equitably dividing it. Given the video I have of you, I probably don't need to, but my firm doesn't want a public fight."

“What video?” She asked, she didn’t know about a video.

“I have a video and pictures of you with a man on one of your nights out dancing. I had you followed, and I got pictures and video of you sucking a stranger’s cock in the back seat of his car,” Mason said coldly.

He leaned in close, “You miserable fucking cheating whore, this is your way out, the only good way out.” He said with an angry gaze, “fight this and you will get nothing.”

Vixxen looked over the documents, it was a lot of money, more than she knew he had made. A lot more. She was starting to cry, she hated him right now, but this isn't how it was supposed to go, she had loved Mason. But that was all over.

Mason started to take off his shirt, "This place is a perk of working for the firm. When this is finalized, you will need to move out," Mason continued. "If you are going to stay in New York, get something smaller, or get a roommate. Should be easy, someone will let you fuck them for room and board…”

He was as angry as he often was, and very direct. "Sign the papers Vixxen, this will get better for both of us," Mason had his shoes off, and Maria walked back out to him, naked. She didn't look bad, just thin, and a bit young for him. Of course, Vixxen was young for him, still only 23.

Vixxen was lost in all the paperwork, she saw a lot of numbers and legal speak she didn't know. "Talk to a divorce lawyer Vixxen, if you want to cut them in on what you are getting, but you will lose some money you don't need to. Just know we put that together at the firm, and that is good, and won't get any better."

Maria had his cock out, he smiled at his wife as his young assistant got on her knees and started to suck his cock right in front of her. "The only stipulation I am putting in is that we give each other room. You stay out of my life in Dallas, I will stay out of your life in New York, or wherever you live."

Vixxen put everything back in the envelope, went to her room and grabbed some clothes to sleep in, and a few things and headed back out for the door. Mason had his assistant bent over the sofa and was slowly fucking her doggy style, with a very creepy smile on his face.

As Vixxen got to the door, she heard Mason say one last thing, the last words she ever heard from him. "That offer lasts for two weeks, then gets smaller," he said with a grunt as he started to pump his cock into Maria. "Have a good life Vixxen, try not to suck dick for money. Or at least try not to suck more than you already do for money.”

She walked into the hall and downstairs and walked to a coffee shop nearby to gather herself. Vixxen called Larry, who had not spoken to her over the last few weeks. They had connected, but then nothing. Larry answered pretty quickly, "Hey there Vixxen," he said in a low tone. "Am I to assume that things are in motion?"

"Yeah, he dropped papers on me, I guess you knew?" Vixxen responded.

"I did, I am sorry, need some company?" Her husband's boss replied.

"Yeah, I could use a friend," Vixxen replied.

She grabbed a taxi and headed over to Larry's place, this was probably a bad idea, angry and emotional, not a great place to be around a man she had known in a carnal way.

But as the taxi dropped her off at Larry's building, and as the man at the door let her in without a word, she let the worries go for now. Another man escorted her to the express elevator, normally you could only get in with a card a penthouse resident had, but they took her right up to Larry’s door, and left without a word.

Larry helped her to drop her things and gave Vixxen a warm hug, then took her out onto his balcony, which had a wonderful view of Central Park. He had wine waiting and some fruit. Some very good wine.

Over wine and a snack, Larry explained what had happened, trying not to hurt the beautiful woman's feelings.

"Mason was never faithful Vixxen, at any point you were together," he explained. "And there were things he just decided not to move past. He had been looking for a way out, and had recently found several."

"He had you followed darling," Larry continued. "He has pictures an video of you dancing with men in a club, topless. and of some kissing, some handjobs, and of you with a, well you giving a man a blowjob."

"Fuck," Vixxen replied. Mason had her, why go easy?

"He also found videos online, placed there by your father I think," Larry continued. "Quite a lot of them, hours I am told. Video of when you were barely eighteen I am told, maybe younger.”

Vixxen gasped, she knew her father recorded her, but he wasn’t tech savvy, and it was years ago and he was dead. How could the videos have made it online?

“The videos are of…well of transactional sex,” he continued. “Recordings of you with a number of different men, and the men pay a man I am told is likely your father on screen.”

“So why give me half of what he earned if he didn’t have to?” Vixxen asked, “That isn’t like Mason at all, I am pretty fucking shocked here.”

“I told him to, the firm suggested quite sternly that a clean and quiet divorce was in everyone’s best interest.” Larry replied, “He will get a bonus for setting up the new office, after your divorce is final, and everyone gets to start over. And I don’t think anyone has been happy in your home.”

“Yeah, but then your firm is paying me right? If you are paying him after it is over?” Vixxen asked, her eyes narrow, this did not add up. “Why me? Why help? Why was Mason so civil?”

“Darling your husband has been an asshole,” Larry replied softly. “He cheated on you, deprived you of attention and then planned on sending you out with nothing at all.”

Vixxen say on a very comfortable chair on the penthouse balcony, looking out over Central Park. That sounded a lot more like Mason, at least the one she knew now.

“I could not be a part of that, I am the naked partner at the firm, we could not be a part of that either.” Larry replied, “So we gave him a way out, and also you a way out. Had he done what he wanted it could have blown up on us publicly, he was really planning to be cruel, he was fucking placing bets on how long until you were walking the street as a prostitute.”

“He was going to publicize videos of you with your father and other men in the other videos, to paint you publicly as a cheating woman who fucked her own dad.” He said softly, “that is not a good thing to do, and would put our firm in a very poor light.”

Vixxen stared at the night sky as Larry spoke, still lost in all of this.

“He said things in emails about you that you don’t say, in texts, in mixed company,” Larry continued. “One disgruntled employees and the whole thing would get out, it was a risk we couldn’t take.”

“Mason said things about you Vixxen,” he continued. “Things that shocked me when my IT staff shared it with me. He called you some very bad racist terms in emails to a number of people.”

“Jesus, this sucks, but fucking hell Larry,” Vixxen replied, drinking half a glass of wine in one large swallow. “He wanted to ruin me, I just wanted him to love me again.”

“That darling was not ever coming back, if he ever loved you, he might have just wanted your obviously superior genetics for children.” Larry replied, pouring Vixxen more wine. Tonight she had cause to overindulge.

“So what do I do now?” Vixxen replied, “What do you think I should do? It looks like a lot of money, but not in this city. It will go away fast.”

“That it will,” Larry replied. “It is a fair settlement, but it won’t hold up here, not how you are used to living. And I don’t want to see you in a tiny flat in Jersey.”

Vixxen looked up at Larry, he wasn’t a big man, but right now he did seem big to her. She was that close to being out on the street, and he had found a way to spare her. Maybe he was a better man than the playboy image he projected.

“I have room here darling,” Larry replies softly, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “Get your things, take your time, and see what is next for you. But live here and save your money.”

“I don’t think I should go back tonight.” Vixxen replied, “He is not alone.”

“No, he was pretty vulgar on what he was going to do, he wanted you to know what he had been doing.” Larry replied gently, “Stay here tonight at least, he will he gone tomorrow night, I can have a mover see to your things.”

Vixxen smiled, maybe there was a light in the darkness, and it probably wasn’t the wine talking.

“So what shall we do tonight then Vixxen? Care for some dinner? Shall I order in?” Larry replied.