No, she takes a stand.

Jennifer looked up at her husband's friend Peter. His supposed friend, a guy who wanted to fuck her, to pimp her out to his friends, and who didn't want to just do it once.

On her knees, her shirt torn off of her, and her skirt lifted and out of place, all of her pride was gone from her. This isn't who she wanted to be, but it was who she was. Pete had hit her, he meant to fuck her with his friends and record it, and he was going to eventually use it to hurt John.

She didn't know what to do as Pete walked up to her, unbuckling his jeans. She could run out, and get to her husband. This wasn't what she wanted and Pete had hit her, she could go to the police. She could go to Steve, if he would out someone had struck her, Steve might just break Peter's legs.

Pete was standing over her now, with his cock out and in her face, stroking it like losers she had seen in the background of porno movies. The other guys walked up soon after. Jennifer soon realized that there were four hardening cocks if she was going to run it needed to be now, right now.

Her mind raced, but she realized there were no options where she got to keep John, and as she looked at the four men around her, she realized she didn't deserve to keep her husband, she had carried on like this for too long.

She had justified her actions, all the sex that she had in the club, fucking her boss Steve with her husband in the house at parties, fucking customers in a dark corner of the club, having a cock inside of her within view of her husband. It had been exciting partially because she could be caught at any time.

And now the charade would be over. Pete was clear with his intentions, so were his friends here. They were going to use her however they wanted, and record her every time, building more and more evidence to use against her. But she now realized that if said no her marriage was over, John would divorce her if shown the videos from her and a customer and her and Pete.

But if she agreed and did what they wanted, if she allowed these men to use her body and fuck her, her marriage was probably still over. Pete wasn't going to stop, Steve wasn't going to stop, and at some point, John would find out and be even more hurt.

At that moment Jennifer decided that enough was enough. She picked up her torn shirt and stood up to walk away from the four men.

One of them blocked her path, "Where the fuck are you going, whore? I paid good money for this!" All four men had their cocks out, and this guy’s was pathetic.

She tried to **** her way past him, but he and another man stopped her cold in her tracks, it seemed like everyone she met was bigger and stronger than she was.

She turned to Pete, who had a sick smile on his face, "Ready to have John see what you have done Jenn?" he laughed. "You aren't going anywhere, we are going to fuck you till it hurts bitch, for what you did to John."

"Fuck you, Peter!" Jennifer yelled, "Fuck you, I don't care if you show him, I am not fucking you and your loser friends!"

The man beside her slapped her and Jennifer's legs went soft, she lost her balance. She got her balance back and faced the man who had hit her.

"Don't you fucking touch me asshole! I won't do this you dickless fucks, I don't fucking care if you hit me, I won't fucking do it!"

Pete walked up close and grabbed her arms, "Oh we are going to do it," he looked at another of the guys, "Maybe what she needs is for all of us to fuck her in the ass. What do you think Matt?"

Jennifer struggled against him, "You will have to fucking **** me asshole, and I will scream like you have never heard before. And I won't stop fighting you, ever. And if you try to put a dick in my mouth I will bite it the fuck off!"

That gave the men some pause, she saw their doubt.

"And I will go to the police and the manager at my strip club," She hissed at John. "I don't know which will be harder on you, but I won't be quiet about this! I will do all I can to ruin all of your worthless lives.”

One of the guys lowered his head and started to leave, followed by another. Pete questioned them, "Where the fuck are you going? You paid me for this!"

"Forget this man, I didn't sign up for ****."

The third man started to leave as well leaving just Jennifer and Pete, he looked at the much smaller woman, still topless but snarling and looking ready to fight him. "Fine, you miserable whore." Pete said, "you can explain it to your soon to be ex-husband."

"Do it asshole, I have nothing left to lose," She replied. "I will be on the phone with the police for your **** and attempted gang **** as soon as I get out of here."

Pete back away from her, having not really thought this through. He had been sure she would do what he demanded. He had seen her suck another guys cock, and she had sucked his dick like it was nothing, but he had overplayed his hand.

"Delete the videos, Pete," Jennifer said harshly, as she put her shirt back on. "Delete all of them right now, and I won't go to the police. And stay the fuck away from me for the rest of your life."

Pete backed down and deleted the pictures and videos he had of Jennifer, angry with himself for having messed this up so badly. Played differently he could have fucked his friend's beautiful wife, probably often.

When he finished deleting the videos, Jennifer walked to her car and drove home, wondering how she had managed to fuck things up this badly, and if there was any way to recover from it.

Her shirt was ruined, but now she felt like she was ruined. How could she face her husband now? How could they continue?