Jennifer tries to make a change.

Jennifer got home, and John wasn't there, thank God. She loved seeing him, but this was a bad time.

She took a long hot bath in her best salts trying to calm her nerves. When she got out, she saw the mark from where Pete had slapped her, a red mark, and a swollen jaw.

She tried to relax on the sofa, and held some frozen peas on her jaw, hoping to keep the swelling down.

She tried to relax with some yoga but it didn't work, she tried to watch a movie on streaming, but she couldn't. She couldn't concentrate on it, she ended up laying on the sofa crying herself into a long nap.

She was scheduled to go into work, and her boss Steve sent her a text telling her to be in a bit early today, Jennifer knew what that meant. He wanted to fuck her.

Jennifer now felt like that was all she was to Steve, to just about everyone. Marcus had seemed willing to take what he wanted against her will, so had Pete. Steve had never **** her but had made it clear that she would be fired if she said no.

She decided to go and talk to Steve about how she was feeling but hated how she looked when she tried to get ready. She didn't feel pretty, attractive, or sexy. Right now she felt ugly, and it wasn't her jaw being a little red ad swollen.

She put on some makeup and some nice clothes and drove into the club, not yet sure what she would do, but sure that she wasn't going to fuck Steve anymore.

As she drove into her job, it was like a fog lifted. She thought about the absurdity of what she had been made to do over the two years she had been on this job.

What other jobs were this way? He boss fucked her once a week without a condom and insisted on her sucking his dick every working day, just to keep the job.

Then there were the blowjobs for the bouncers and the DJs, the other strippers she fucked in front of customers, and the customers she sold her body to.

She was a whore. There was no other way to put it, and while she had decided to stop when she started dating John, and then when he proposed, and then when they got married, she realized she had done nothing but do more of it.

She had convinced herself she would stop when they wanted to have children, but she knew that was just bullshit. Deep down she had enjoyed all of the sex, it had not been about the money she made.

Jennifer had romanticized the prostitution, and the sex with Steve had been for her enjoyment of it. She didn't need the money from the customers and she hadn't charged them all that much.

She felt sick about it, she had put her health at risk, and her husband's as well. She was tested often for STDs, but she had been kidding herself, she was an actual prostitute and thus was in the highest risk group you could really be in.

She pulled up to the club, hoping things would go well. She had never said no to Steve, but she was starting today.

Jennifer walked into Steve's office, and he walked up and started to kiss her, and grabbed her ass, and she pushed him away.

Steve was a lot bigger than she was, and held her waist, "What gives Jenn? Today is our day, you enjoy this, I enjoy this."

She wasn't strong enough to push away, but she kept trying and turned away from another attempt at a kiss. Steve's hand was under her shirt on her breast, she pulled his hand away. "Goddaminit Steve! No!"

Steve was shocked, he didn't hear no very often. His stare grew angry. "Don't get this twisted Jennifer, I am not asking here."

"Steve, it isn't worth it anymore, I am a married woman, I am not doing this anymore," Jennifer replied, staring her boss in the eyes fiercely.

"Bump me from my schedule, fire me, I don't care," she continued. "This isn't happening anymore."

"What happened?" Steve asked his formerly willing and submissive employee, "He noticed her jaw was a little swollen and saw a little bit of bruising in the corner of one eye. "Did John fucking hit you?"

"Not John," Jennifer replied softly, "Not ever John. It was an asshole friend of his, who camped out here after we closed and recorded me with a customer."

She touched her jaw, it still hurt, "He tried to **** himself on me today, with some friends, and he hit me when I said no."

Steve was getting angry, that motherfucker was messing with his sex life. He started to think about finding the guy and giving him a lesson in leaving Jenn the fuck alone.

"Not just him, Trina's husband tried to **** himself on me, and you didn't take no for an answer either."

Steve didn't want this to be about him, Jennifer was the best pussy he got to have regularly, he still hoped she would leave John and be with him full time.

"Let's take a break Jenn, why don't you take a week off to clear your head," Steve replied. He had been in this game for a while, he knew how to play people. "We can talk about this another day, I honestly thought you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Unfortunately for Steve, as Jennifer walked out of his office, a DJ walked up and said something to her. He didn't hear what he said but he heard her hand strike the man's face.

The DJ, a piece of crap named Carl, had made a joke about her sucking his cock in the DJ booth while customers were around, something he enjoyed and that Jennifer had never minded. But today, it was too much for her.

She drove home, not feeling any better about herself, knowing that Pete might still send videos to her husband, and knowing she might end up getting fired now. Saying no to steve and then striking someone in the club.

And she would have to explain some things to her husband. If Steve noticed her jaw and her black eye she knew John would. And she would have to answer for not having her job anymore.

She got home and thought it over over a couple of glasses of wine. Should she stand her ground, lose her job, and probably lose her husband? Also, losing her ability to pay for her college?

Or should she give in to Steve, Pete, and fucking Carl, and go back to the way things were. Maybe she could keep it under control this time.

She had never been so conflicted, her eyes were open to what she had been, but was it worth trying to be something better while losing everything? John would never forgive her.

If she left school, and if she stopped dancing, she would never make money like this again. And she might never meet a man like John again.

She got a text from Pete, he sent her two videos. The one from her sucking off a customer in the club parking lot, and the other of her sucking Pete’s cock when he challenged her on it.

Then he sent her a series of images from earlier that day, ending with an image of her on her knees with her head down, topless, surrounded by four men with their cocks out and hard for her.

She knew what happened, but she also knew what this looked like.

“I had copies, it doesn’t have to go this way. You can earn my silence, just you and me. Let me know soon”

Why did life have to be so hard? Why were so many men like this? Did she have to be. Whore to keep her husband? Was she guaranteed to lose everything if she decided to be true to John?

Fuck.