Steve decides to help.

Steve saw what his DJ did, making a crude joke about Jennifer swallowing his cum, and had a change of heart.

He considered all that he had seen Jennifer do, the depths that she had gone to. She had fucked like a pornstar, willingly, happily, again and again.

Steve had cum in her mouth the first day he met her, on her eighteenth birthday, and every day she worked since then plus a lot of her days off.

He had fucked the beautiful young blonde at least once a week, often more often. He had enjoyed her getting engaged and then getting married, it had stoked his cuckold fetish, and he began to enjoy what he knew he was doing to her husband.

He had filled Jennifer with his cum at his parties, making a point to do it every time her husband showed up. She had sucked his dick in the bathroom at a get together she had at her apartment when John was home, he had loved her husband being right there.

Steve had made her wear the white dress she got married in, and fucked her on the bed she shared with John, along with two of his bouncers, and they had all cum inside of her.

At one of his parties, one that her husband had to leave early, the men at the party had cum in a bowl, starting early on, and filling it pretty full.

Later they had a bit of a contest, between some of the strippers, including Jenn.

The dancers had a blowjob contest, sucking off men, one of them being Steve, who had Jennifer sucking his cock, and the other dancers got other men.

The woman who made her man cum last lost, and had to drink the bowl of cum, and Steve had pretty good control, he wanted to see Jenn drink the bowl.

Steve was getting close when it was down to just him and one of his bouncers, and he was happy to see the other man cum first, filling Cashmere’s mouth with cum.

He pulled his cock out of Jenn’s mouth and started to jerk it, “You get to drink the bowl Jenn, here is the first load babe!” And he came on her smiling face, and they handed her the bowl with his cum still on her chin.

Steve took her hand and slid her wedding band and engagement ring off, and dropped them in the bowl, to the loud approval of the crowd.

And right there in front of everyone Jenn started drinking the entire bowl. He didn’t know how many cum shots it had been, but there were a lot of men there, and everyone but her husband had cum into that bowl.

It was a sexy sight, and a filthy one, as they watched the young blonde dancer slowly drink the mixture of cum.

Some was thick, some was more thin, and she struggled at times, taking a couple of breaks. But she finally got to the bottom, and drank the last of it. And then held her rings out on her tongue.

At the time he had loved what she had done, now Steve regretted it.

And at the club he knew what happened with the staff, and he knew what she did with customers. He saw that she had been descending into some other place, losing the sweet person she had been, becoming something of a sex crazed fiend.

Jenn had swallowed his cum every day, and usually at least one other man’s. Every day. Every fucking day.

Jesus Christ.

And he knew he had done it to her. He had taken her to this place, taking a sweet and beautiful eighteen year old and turning her into his own whore.

He had taken her to a place where assholes like Carl believed they could cum in her mouth just to spin music for her, a job he paid them to do.

He knew he had required sex for the job. Later it was implied, but she had not been with him on her own, not really, and he felt like shit for it.

It had lead to men trying to **** her, and one striking her. Now an asshole had a recording of her, and in her mindset Steve didn’t think Jennifer would be able to get out of this cleanly.

Seeing what the piece of crap Carl had done to her, and a reaction from Jennifer he had not imagined he would see, he now understood what he had done.

In truth he sometimes fantasized of having her as his own, but he could have done that before she met John, or when they were dating. He hadn’t really wanted it until she got married.

Now he knew it would never happen now, not in a million years.

If she gave into the fucking guy who was blackmailing her, she would never be the same, he could see it now. Someone different was in the club today, the sex-crazed woman seemed to be gone, and **** sex wasn’t going to bring that version of Jennifer back.

If she said no to the guy with the video, and Steve knew she would, Jennifer would lose her husband. And he knew in his gut she would never dance again.

She would look like the sad and damaged young woman he saw in his office today, and it might last a while. Steve had used the beautiful blonde, sex with strippers was the best part of his job, but for the first time he felt regret.

He had not intended her harm.

Steve decided to help her. Maybe it meant she would never dance again, and likely would never touch him again, but after two years of using her body as he wanted to, it was time to give something back. Anything, he had to finally do something for Jennifer.

Jennifer was at home, wallowing in self pity, drinking another glass of wine when her boss called.

“I need the guys name Jenn, full name, phone number, address, anything you can give me,” her boss asked.

“Who?” Jennifer asked, slurring a bit. She was pretty well buzzed.

“The guy who is blackmailing you, I am going to handle this for you Jennifer,” Steve said. “Don’t worry baby, I have your back here. You take care of you and John. Whomever this fuck is, I promise he will leave you alone.”

Jennifer worried that her boss was going to kill Peter, or hurt him badly, but she let that thought go. Pete had struck her and tried to **** her, fuck that guy. She texted her boss the information he asked for.

“So this is what it feels like to feel good about yourself?” Steve joked aloud, after he got off the phone and started getting texts from Jennifer. It felt weird.

The next day when Pete got off of work, he had a card under his windshield wiper, for the club Steve managed, with a request to drop by for a visit.

Pete was pretty full of himself, he thought maybe it was Jenn coming to her senses, and wanting to handle their business as the club. So he drove on over.

It didn’t quite go the way he planned.

When he showed his ID, he was escorted in and taken up a nice set of stairs to a very large man’s office. A very large and well dressed man, who was sitting on his desk waiting for him.

“Pete?” The Manager asked, walking over and extending his hand. “The name in Steve, this is my club.”

Steve was smiling, he wasn’t threatening him at all, but it was still just a bit scary for Pete.

“So you made some videos of Jennifer,” Steve said to the silent smaller man. He shook his head. “That is no good Pete, no good at all. Jennifer is good people, she is someone we care about here, and you hurt her.”

Now Pete was nervous, “Yeah I did, I figured her husband had the right to know.” He said defensively.

Steve was on his feet and standing before Pete quickly, fuck that guy was huge, and he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Asshole,” Steve leaned down and whispered into Pete’s ear. “You did that to **** her into sex, and you put your hands on her. You hit her didn’t you, you fucking little twerp!”

Pete sunk into his shoes, fuck.

“You put your little cock in her mouth and recorded it, you came in her mouth and then tried to fuck her with some friends, didn’t you? You miserable little fuck!”

Steve had planned to play this one of two ways, he considered being the good guy and giving Pete VIP access, permanently, letting him have his way with the other dancers. Buying his silence in that way.

Or there was the hard way.

But fuck this guy, he had struck Jenn, the hard way it was going to be.

“Let me tell you what is going to happen here, you tiny little man,” Steve growled. “You are going to forget Jennifer exists, forget her name. Move if you have to, but you aren’t even John’s friend anymore. No more contact.”

Steve was very close to the smaller man right now, “Talk to her again, and I swear me and the boys here will break your fucking legs in four places and send your **** texts and videos to a guy I know in PD here. We will fucking end you.”

Pete was looking for a voice to say something, but couldn’t find one.

“You send your little videos to John, if he even finds out by fucking accident,” Steve hissed at him, right in his ear. “Nobody will find you, ever, and I will spend my nights fucking your wife Dianna.”

“I will turn your wife into a whore,” Steve continued. “She will do everything you tried to do to Jenn, I give you my word asshole.”

Pete’s eyes were wide. He was terrified, he had never thought this would happen.

“I promise you, I am the fucking bad guy here Pete, you aren’t shit,” Steve said, his tone rising, a vein in his neck popping out to prominence. “You are just a blackmailing dickless little man, and you don’t ever want to see me again. You understand?”

Pete couldn’t find any words, he was shaking, he felt like he hadn’t had any water to drink in days, he tried to answer but he was silent as a mouse.

“Fucking answer me you little cocksucker!” Steve bellowed, “We can start right now asshole, you had better speak up and let me know you understand motherfucker!”

“I understand,” Pete replied meekly.

“You understand what asshole?” Steve said in a threatening tone.

“I am not going to bother Jennifer again...” Pete started, before Steve punched him in the gut, harder than he thought a person could hit. Pete hit the ground gasping for air.

“I said forget her name asshole!” Steve replied. “Never say it again!”

Minutes later, a very different man exited the strip club. A more humble Pete left, and Steve went to his car and followed him home.

Pete made an excuse for the visitor, and in front of Steve he deleted copies of the videos he had on his laptop and on his phone, and then he deleted them from his iCloud account.

“Don’t ever forget,” Steve whispered before he left. “Jennifer is special to me, I promise you I never will.”

Steve drove away, and called Jennifer, asking for her to meet him for some coffee, he knew it was around the time John would be getting home. Hopefully she had stopped drinking, thankfully she had.