Why can’t there be more?

When her manager William found out nothing happened, he was disappointed, but not angry. David told him he had a great birthday, and how well Vixxen had treated him. He had thought she could have been one of the most highly compensated escorts in the area, with him as her manager of course, but no matter.

Vixxen was again the most sought after stripper he had, and made him a lot of money. She had recovered nicely and seemed back to her former self. William was sure he could get more of that ass for himself whenever he wanted it.

Vixxen and David became friends, she ended up buying a video game console, and one or two nights a week they would hang out at her apartment. They played console video games, and would rent movies on Redbox, but nothing ever happened.

Vixxen missed the sex, but enjoyed what seemed like a normal life. She still worked out a lot, she still worked at the strip club, however she had the first non sexual relationship with a man she could ever remember having. And it felt good.

Jack would call her, and drop by every now and again. He didn't pry into her personal life, or bother her about the past. He knew he messed things up and did not want to cause further harm. He would just make sure she was OK, make sure she didn't need anything and then go back about his life.

After a few months Jack relocated, he had joined the FBI, and moved to D.C. to work with them there. Jack said goodbye to Vixxen before he left. He gave her a phone number that he promised would never change, “You call this if you ever need me, for anything, and I will come for you. I will keep this number forever, you have my word.”