South. She goes south.

'This forest is dense!' Tiffany thought to herself.

She'd been wandering, not quite aimlessly, for a while now. The sun had come overhead and only the heavy canopy of the trees kept her cool in their shade. She'd quickly come to the conclusion that vigorously searching the forest would be pointless. This was a reality show after all, and even if she did randomly come across the money there'd likely be some kind of challenge she'd have to overcome to get it. So she'd resolved to look for clues, and figured the best place to do that would be the safe-houses.

A robotic sound caught her attention. It was a noise she was growing quite used to, and whenever she heard it she'd spot the guilty camera quickly. They were all over this island, and Tiffany had taken to having fun with them. It would always be little things like a sultry look, or a quick pinch of her nipple. Just harmless teasing. It wasn't like the camera could do anything after all.

This time, Tiffany paused when she reached it and gently caressed her pussy lips before continuing on. She loved it, the thought that men would be watching and desiring her. It filled her with a feeling of appreciation, and that was one thing she loved about her job. Men paid just to see her body; and she loved to tease.

Also, dance.

She loved dancing. From when she was a little girl, she'd wanted to be a ballerina. There was nothing in the world she enjoyed more than performing. And after her father left, it was all she really had. All of her early teachers taught her the grace and poise necessary, and she still had that. But her movements were sultry, not delicate; sensual not refined. There was an extra sway in her hips when she walked that made her ass bounce; and she tended to stand with her back straight thrusting out her chest. "You're tits are too big, and your ass too round" her crotchety old instructor had once told her.

"I shouldn't have listened to that old bitch." Tiffany would say to herself later. But she'd eventually found exotic dancing, and fallen in love with it.

* * * * *

"I don't want to quit."

"What?" Mark asked.

She was wiping the table, and he was on the patio cooking at the barbecue. It'd been three weeks since he'd proposed and she'd immediately said "Yes!" But while she'd been basking in the excitement of being newly engaged, she'd started wondering 'Does he want me to quit?'

Tiffany knew this likely wouldn't be a lifelong career for her. After all, would anyone be interested in seeing her strip in thirty years? But she was loving it while she did it, and she wanted to stretch that out for as long as she could. She knew if Mark asked her to quit, she would. But she didn't want to. So...

"I don't want to quit stripping." She explained, "I-I know I can't do it forever, I mean in thirty years who wants to see a fifty-year-old take off her clothes. But I like what I do and I don't want to stop. Not while I don't have too."

He looked at her for a moment, his face neutral, and her mind raced with fear about what he would say, 'Is he upset? Will he put his foot down? Has he changed his mind about marrying me?'

He came in, walked up to her, and kissed her gently. "Okay." He said, as though she'd just requested the red instead of white. Then she let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. He kissed her again, and she knew things were going to be okay.

He went back out to the barbecue, and a moment later turned to her with a playful smile and said, "Oh! And Tiff... in thirty years I'll still want to see you take off your clothes!"

She laughed and threw the tablecloth at him.

* * * * *

Her reminiscing was interrupted as she slowly came upon a clearing with a breathtaking sight. The forest had given way to sporadic trees around her, and steep hills had formed on either side of her while water flowed in between. Ahead of her, she could see the hills became even steeper and created a basin between them; where a large clear pool of water rested with a wide shore around it. At the furthest point from where she was, she could see a waterfall cascading down the rocky hillside to splash into the pool of water below. And, nestled a ways on shore was a log cabin.

But, as beautiful as the sight was, it was the fact that she saw movement inside that cabin that gave Tiffany worry.