Not too badly at first.

Soon, Jennifer invited John to move in with her, and out of his roommate's apartment, which we was very happy to do. Every friend of his that saw her loved her, for her beauty as well as her positive demeanor, and her sense of humor.

On the nights that Jennifer worked in the club, she would get home after 3 am, and she was never interested in sex when she got home. John understood. Jennifer had a very sexual job, where she flirted and engaged with people sexually for an entire shift, he could see her wanting a break afterward. If you make cookies all day long, you probably don't have them for dessert.

Some of his friends warned him about dating a stripper, but John didn't worry, she seemed to not have any of the "daddy issues" he heard of, and there was no way that a person as obsessed with health as she was used ****. She didn't seem to have any obvious flaws at all, John knew they existed, but he didn't see them.

After a couple of months of living together, John started asking Jennifer if they could have sex without a condom and she wasn't interested. It wasn't a discussion, it was a hard no.

The condoms were going to stay a part of their lovemaking, and John was going to have to be ok with it.

From time to time John would visit her at work, but she was very clear with him to keep his distance, as the dancers were not allowed to bring boyfriends to work. They were to always seem available, and management did not want any hassles with jealousy in their house.

So when John would go he would stay out of sight and didn't worry when he saw men touch his beautiful girlfriend. When she performed a lap dance he would see men grope her, grabbing more of her ass and breasts than he thought allowed, but it was a part of her job. She seemed to like it, but that was probably just her making a living.

He saw men follow her back to the private dance booths, with Jennifer leading them by the hand and seeing the men come out with some of the biggest smiles one could imagine. But he knew there were rules. John had never had one of those dances, but he had heard the bouncers would just about kill someone for putting their hands on a stripper.

He saw her kiss other dancers, both on the floor and on the stage when she danced with them, but he knew it was just a show they put on. Lipstick lesbian was the phrase he heard, it didn't mean anything. Just strippers in a sexual job being sexy.

John didn't worry too much about any of this, as he knew she was coming home to him afterward, and he accepted the life she was in, she was doing this for a living before he had ever met her. And Jennifer had chosen him.