So off to find them.

She decided to try and get answers from William, and made arrangements to meet him on an off day, during the day at the club.

Vixxen met the manager William at the club one afternoon and talked to him about it. He had been adamant that no sex for money happen in his club, she pressed him on what she found out.

After she told him what happened, he wasn't surprised. "I know about it Vixxen, it is a part of this business. It just doesn't happen here in this club." William continued, "I do not like to hear that they may have included you without your knowledge, and without compensation."

Vixxen leaned into him, "How could I have been so stupid William?" She asked.

"You are not stupid Vixxen, not by any measure, you are only too trusting." He put an arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. "I thought you knew darling, I honestly thought you did. Perhaps I am too trusting as well.”

Vixxen laid her head in his lap as he caressed her shoulder and her hair, and she felt something surprising poking her in the cheek.

"Um, William? What's going on here?" Vixxen asked, looking up at him.

"Sorry darling, I don't quite know what you mean." William responded, smiling back at here, while caressing her arm and shoulder.

"Well William, your dick is acting up here, I thought you were just into men?" Vixxen said this, and William laughed.

"Oh for fucks sake, Vixxen I don't fuck the dancers here, and I do not attend the parties, but I am not gay. Who in the world told you that?" William laughed as he responded, "Oh the stories women tell then a man doesn't fuck them."

"I guess then this is what exactly?" Vixxen asked.

"An exception," William said, leaning down and kissing Vixxen. “You are a quite lovely creature.”

Vixxen smiled at him, she had always liked William. He always seemed like the type women regret being off the market.

"Please understand Vixxen, nothing that happens between us has any bearing on the business of this club." As he said this Vixxen had turned her head and was working on the front of his pants, “you won’t get a better schedule for anything you do with me here.”

“Baby I already get whatever schedule I want, because my my drawing power,” Vixxen replied as she opened his pants. “I don’t need any favors.”

"And what we do cannot be shared with the other dancers, you want no part in the jealousy I assure you." As William kept talking, Vixxen pulled out his cock, it was respectable in length and width, and started to stroke it.

"I would suggest it is better to have the girls continue to think me gay actually. Well I don't know, I am not sure I want that out there, but I don't want to have to dodge pussy all night long." William moaned as he finished speaking, Vixxen was now sucking on his cock.

Vixxen changed her position just a little so she could line up better, and started deep throating his cock. She had a thing for cock, it was something she always missed when she didn’t have it. The smell of a man, the salty taste of his perspiration, the lightly sweet taste of pre cum.

Vixxen sucked his cock for a few minutes, giving it her best effort. Working her hand on the shaft, caressing his balls with her other hand, continuing to take it down her throat from time to time, her lips touching his balls.

William started to tense, and warned Vixxen, "I am getting close babe."

Vixxen took him out of her mouth and then laid on the floor in front of him. "Cum on me William, boobs, face, whatever you want"

William didn't hesitate, he got on his knees over her face and stroked his cock as he came. It wasn't the biggest cumshot she had seen, but it was impressive anyway. William got four good sized spurts of cum on her face and open mouth.

William got a little in her eye, but she wiped it out, and started stroking his cock after he came. "Not bad boss, you taste pretty good. You don't drink coffee do you?" She said this as she licked the tip of his cock, cleaning it of cum.

"Vixxen, damn. You missed your calling. You would make a fortune in porn darling." William said, as he watched her swallow his cum. The beauty of her dark completion and amazing beautiful face covered in his white cum was not lost on him.

"I am not a whore William," Vixxen replied, "I do not fuck people for money."

William smiled at her, "Well you likely have Vixxen, you just didn't get paid. What is it you think wives and girlfriends do when they have sex with their husbands? They aren't whores, they are just doing what they have to do."

Vixxen got up on her knees, still clothed, but face still covered in her boss's cum. "What are you talking about William?" She asked, as he handed her some tissues.

"Baby you are missing out on the real money. You make a lot of cash, but other dancers, far lesser dancers are making thousands more." William poured himself a drink as he spoke. "You make what, $1,000 on a good night?"

"On occasion, on a really good night. Usually $500 or so, maybe $600. Men haven't had as much money as they used to." Vixxen replied.

William took a long drink from his glass. "You should know that some girls leave for the night, meet a VIP customer and get $500 for a couple of hours. With the way some of these men and women lust over you, I could get you $1,000, if you were willing to spend the night."

Vixxen had cleaned her face, and straightened her clothing back up. "How is that anything but a whore?" Vixxen asked.

"Whore is just a word Vixxen, and ugly one. That best defines street walking hookers sucking a dick for $20 for crack." William finished his drink, "What I am describing is called escorting. It doesn't get you arrested, and makes quite a lot more money."

Vixxen had sucked cock for $20 when she was younger, her father had sold her into it.

"You could work parties, it can get as crazy as you are willing to get paid for, or you don't even have to do it babe. All I am saying is that it is a part of this life, and I think you could use the money." Vixxen was still on her knees looking at William as he finished.

Vixxen thought about the money, she wanted out of this life, she liked sex, and more money would make it happen faster.

"How about a test run Vixxen," William offered, "What if I were your first customer. Sort of."

"Sort of?" Vixxen answered.

"My nephew turned eighteen yesterday, and I haven't given him a present. He is a shy kid, I don't doubt he is a virgin. I have had him around here, he has no idea how to talk to women. I am willing to pay you to be his date for a night."

Vixxen was not pleased at where this conversation was headed, or with herself for even entertaining it. But a voice in her head would not let her forget what happened with Jack. "It is a lot of money and they think me a whore anyway," she thought, trying to convince herself.