When you get home, Jessica inquires about her.....competition.

The return trip home is uneventful, which is not surprising after a night of club dancing. Jessica, still teetering between being tipsy, and being drunk, is doing her best to sober up as much as she can. However, she doesn't quite walk straight on the way to your apartment home, so she still leans against you to guide her up the stairs to your floor, then into your home. Inside, Jessica heads to the countertop in the kitchen, where she removes her thigh pouch that she hid in the skirt of her dress, and places it on top. Then she heads to your bed, and collapses gently onto it. So you take the time to clean up some while she continues to sober up, slipping out of your black shoes, and matching socks. Then you head into the bathroom, to clean your face and teeth. When you come back out, removing your button-up shirt, you see Jessica looking around, seeing all of the photos of the dancers you've been seeing, as well as the bigger photo of her chaise lounge photo with Crystal.

"So it appears that I have much bigger competition than I first thought." Jessica sits up, looking at you. "There must've been other dancers that were bidding for a Valentine's date with you."

"Not all of the dancers I've been seeing." You tell her. "Only a few others were trying to score a date with me. Everyone else had other commitments."

"You could've chose any of those other dancers, it seems, and not burn up so much money." She tells you. "What makes me stand out from all of those other dancers, including Crystal?"

"You do it with class." You tell her. "The way you can dance in any kind of dress or business attire, in all kinds of heels and boots, and touch yourself when you strip down to your undies."

"Is that all?" She asks you, hopping off the bed, and walks over to you. "Or is there something else you want to tell me?"

"Knowing that you have a life outside the club," you tell her, "that you have something you can do after your exotic dancing days are done."

"A franchise full of cafes and restaurants." She replies, wrapping her arms around you. "If I was to take over, I'd invest some of those profits and extra money, and start my own nightclub. Meet people, hold special events, or just simply dance the night away."

"Is that true, Jessica?" You ask her. "Or are you saying that in a tipsy state of mind?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." She tells you, still tipsy but sober enough to think more clearly. "But as someone that loves to dance, it's something that I've dreamed of doing."

She begins to kiss you gently, pulling you closer into her embrace. As she does that, you wrap her arms around her, giving her butt a gentle squeeze, which makes her purr. Then she puts her fingers on your lips, and looks up to you.

"So with such stiff competition for you attention, Eric," Jessica speaks softly, and in a sultry tone, "what am I going to have to do to stay on top? Or at least, what can I do now, to stay ahead of the others?"