She actually told her everything.

Vixxen told her friend about the marijuana and ****, and of her sexual relationship with her father. And the ****, as well as the beating he gave her.

Nikki wasn’t joyful any longer, she was furious.

“That perverted **** motherfucker!” Nikki said loudly. “He plied you with **** and ****? He molded you to have sex with him? He sold you to other men and recorded you? Beat you and **** you! Jesus fucking Christ!”

“He didn’t **** me, I could have said no,” Vixxen replied. “I chose to do it until the end, that part was against my will.”

“Fuck that Vixx, you don’t own that responsibility,” Nikki replied. “He stated getting you drunk and high when you were underage, he planned for what happened!”

Vixxen knew deep down, but she was now feeling the weight of what had happened, how long had he actually looked at her in that way? How long had he planned it?

“Babe it was ****, that fucker belongs in prison!” Nikki was big on justice, and she wanted it here.

Vixxen explained why she couldn’t go to the police and Nikki understood. “Well you never have to go back, you can live with me here as long as you need.”

With that Nikki gave her friend a warm hug. “It will all be ok Vixx, I promise.”

Vixxen slept on Nikki's sofa, but it was more than enough to suit her. It was a safe place, a place to rest. But her money was not going to last, she needed to find work.

Vixxen and Nikki got along well, as much as limited space allowed. Nikki spent her time in class during the day, and Vixxen found work in a place where a high school diploma wasn't required and where her natural looks would be enough to start, at a local Hooters restaurant.

The interview for the job wasn't creepy, and she fit in well in terms of beauty. She spent her nights there trying to earn a living and at least help Nikki out, and days trying to learn how to work out. Hooters demanded fitness and demanded regular exercise, so when she could afford it she joined an inexpensive gym and started working out and going to yoga.

Nikki was a wild one with sex, and hung a sock on her bedroom door more often than Vixxen would have imagined. While Nikki was incredibly fit, she had not been known to be very active back home, so the sexual activity surprised Vixxen. Every now and again Nikki would end up making out with some guy on the sofa, but it was her apartment, so Vixxen just tried to ignore it.

Vixxen, on the other hand, kept away from men for the most part. She was still stung by how things had gone with her dad and lacked any measure of faith in any goodness in men at that point. There weren't many dating options at Hooters, certainly not with customers who spent their meal watching her ass as she walked away, and leering at her boobs while she served them. And certainly not with the male employees who leered at her, and who would find excuses to touch her.

She had trimmed down a bit from the 135 lbs she had carried before, not by much but it mattered, as she was getting better muscle tone. This trimmed her waist, but didn't do any damage to her still young and perky 36c breasts, but did cost her a little of the ass she had when she was younger.

What was obvious, was that with her genetics, Vixxen's ass was something beyond the dreams of most women, even when she toned up a bit.

One afternoon she was in Nikki's living room going through a yoga routine, something she had taken to quite well. Nikki's dad walked in on her. She was wearing boyshorts and a tank top, and she was in a wheel pose when he walked in. She looked up to see him walk in, arched backward on her hands and feet, and there really isn't anywhere to put natural 36c breasts in a pose like that, but she thought nothing of it.