The good times roll.

Vixxen stayed with Alan for a while. The weeks became months, and the months stretched into a year. She turned twenty two while living with Alan, and he threw and incredible party for her. They didn’t have love, she knew it, but he treated her well.

And she lived in luxury without any real costs, and was saving a lot of money.

She kept dancing, and kept improving her body, and kept saving her money. Alan wasn’t always around, and wasn’t all that attentive to her. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy her company, but he had been living this life for a while. For him it was just more of the same.

They would fuck at night, but there was no illusion of love or an actual relationship. She was his live in girlfriend, and was there to fuck him. He didn’t mistreat her, but he wasn’t affectionate.

Vixxen had her choice of shifts at the club, and like many of the dancers, she would perform for bachelor parties

Vixxen worked the bachelor parties for some nice extra money, and they were not the orgies they are sometimes suggested to be. She had never heard of any dancer having sex at one, and she certainly had not. The hands rule was very different for these parties.

As much as the VIP room in the cub she worked at allowed "aggressive and creative" touching, these parties went further. A lot farther.

At these parties men could touch her anywhere they liked, could put their mouths on her anywhere she allowed them to, however their dicks stayed in their pants. When someone took their cock out, Vixxen would tell them to put it away, and either they would or the party would end.

The danger was that it would get out of control, become something of a gangbang, and it might not end up being consensual or safe for the dancers. So they were told to avoid any and all sexual contact beyond touching.

Every now and again she would work a bachelorette party, and would get to enjoy getting the bride worked up. That was more fun than working with men. Seeing a little princess suck her boobs and try to eat her pussy on the outside of her thong while wearing her veil was quite a rush. But it wasn’t really at all that common.

Las Vegas saw a lot of bachelor parties, she would work the group of men and then focus on the groom to be. She would work any group that asked for her. Occasionally this would include groups of black men. She was still nervous, but she knew deep down it had nothing to do with race and that there were plenty of bad people of all ethnic groups. She worked hard not to show any nervousness around these groups, in trying to get past her fears.

In one such party, she was working the crowd with another dancer, stripped down to just a thong and danced her way to a large seated man, and saw a familiar face.

It was Mason. A man she had dated for a little while before she came to Vegas, before she lost her houses. Before that night in the shitty little house where they hurt her, before all of it.