This is the final part of the story which has, so far, comprised of 15 short chapters prior to this final one, each one being released in turn as they have been edited.
Like many stories it could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas etc. but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.
I hope you have enjoyed the journey although I'm sure some of you would have taken it on a different path if you were the writer.
As always constructive comments are welcome.
Please remember though, it is just a story and like so many there are always a few liberties taken with reality.
Thanks for taking the time to read it.
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Jessica's Epiphany
~~~ Chapter 16 ~~~
Waiting until the door closed behind him I sat in his bed and wept for everything I had lost.
Isaac had done exactly as Cassie said he would and used me for his pleasure, letting me think that he actually liked me.
What had he said?
'
I was a good fuck'
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I cringed at the memory of his hurtful words before eventually getting up and starting to search for my discarded knickers and dress.
A few minutes later I was sneaking out of the strip club with my winnings in my hand, feeling anything but elated. I had sunk to a new low, letting the arousal from stripping on stage overcome my distrust of the man and, ignoring Cassie's warning, had gone to bed with him.
Making my way home with my make-up smudged and tears still trickling down my cheeks I somehow managed to make it back to my small apartment without bumping in to anyone I knew.
Undressing quickly, I threw my cum soaked panties into the washing basket, along with my dress, and took a hot shower trying to scrub my shame and humiliation away.
It didn't work and, totally mortified, I barely slept that night, planning to stay shut up in my room for the whole of the next day while I struggled to cope with the guilt and remorse I felt over what had happened.
Despite a lack of sleep, I was awake early the next morning and, sitting with a coffee and a bottle of sleeping pills, I stared blankly out of the window at the rising sun, my despair increasing with every passing hour.
Turning the bottle around and around in my hand the tears streamed down my face as I contemplated just what my life had become. Perhaps I should just end it all and be done with it.
Somehow though I knew I couldn't, even though I couldn't have the one man I wanted.
'Crash!'
The glass bottle shattered against the wall when I suddenly threw it, scattering the tablets and shards of glass across the floor.
If I couldn't have the life I wanted then I would just have to try to make a new one but one that definitely didn't include Isaac Ashanni or men like him.
However, before I could make start I needed to face Cassie and get past the next few days.
'What would she say when she found out?'
'Perhaps, if I didn't tell her she wouldn't know.'
As soon as I thought it I knew I was being stupid. Of course she would know, she would see it in my face.
It was a little before three o'clock that afternoon when my misery was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Go away." I called out not wanting to answer it.
"Jess." From the other side I heard Cassie's response as she rattled the handle, "Open the door."
"Please, just leave me alone."
"I know you're in there Jessica. I'm not going away until you let me in."
Reluctantly I got up off the sofa and opened the door, "Please, go away. I don't want to talk to anyone."
She took one look at me and shook her head, "You did it, didn't you?"
"Did what?" I knew exactly what she was referring to but I wasn't going to admit it.
"You slept with Isaac?"
I nodded, the tears starting to leak from my eyes again.
"Oh babe." My friend pulled me into a hug, "I heard you won and came to congratulate you."
"Yeah, for what it's worth, I won. A fat lot of good it did me."
"Remember I did warn you to steer clear of him." She looked at me reproachfully.
"I know, I know, but I'd had a couple of drinks and I was so excited."
Cassie smiled, "It'll be ok hon. I'll make us a coffee and then we'll put the world to rights."
Sitting there waiting for her to come back, the tears streaming down my face, I wondered just how she intended to do that.
"There you go babe." Putting two steaming mugs on the side she sat down next to me, "Now....."
We spent the next couple of hours talking and by the time my boss went home I found myself feeling an awful lot better. I still felt embarrassed and guilty but she had helped me put things in perspective, especially with regard to my marriage.
Lying in bed that night I thought about our conversation, about Tom and how much I still loved him, something Cassie told me was obvious to her, even though he had moved on and we were separated.
Was I trying to do the same? Was that the reason I kept doing the things I did? Or was it simply my exhibitionist streak taking control?
Perhaps sleeping with Isaac would turn out to be a good thing in some ways, although I couldn't for the life of me see how at the moment?
It took me a while and I saw the clock pass midnight before I eventually drifted off to sleep.
When Monday morning came around I simply wanted to curl up and stay in bed, avoiding having to meet anyone. However, I knew the café would be busy and, not wanting to leave Cassie to cope alone, I made myself go in to work.
Whether people were unaware of the competition or simply avoided making any comment out of politeness I didn't know but, fortunately, the day ended without incident.
The next few weeks also passed by fairly uneventfully and, while I kept as much of a low profile as I could, my modelling sessions picked up following my success at the contest. It seemed that word of my winning had got around and, suddenly, I was popular again.
My stripper outfit was very much in demand as, for some reason, also was the schoolgirl look but, whatever I wore, I was still spreading my legs wide for the camera at every shoot.
Of course, the money was well received and I was enjoying the thrill of posing nude but, after Isaac, I realised I was missing something in my life and I knew exactly what that was. However, I also knew that there was no chance of me getting it back.
I had just come through the door one Tuesday evening when Peter caught me, "You've got a booking Jess. He's waiting for you."
"What... no I... I can't.... I need some notice." Taken by surprise I started to object.
"He says it has to be tonight. He's even paid double."
I stared at him, "Double?"
Pete nodded, "Yeah, he's waiting in the studio for you."
It had been a busy day and I was tired but I was aware the cash I had won at the contest was gone.
An extra couple of hundred pounds for a session would more than help out with my bills and I tried to imagine what he might ask me to do if he was paying double for me. The answer had me worried and turned on at the same time.
Conflicting thoughts filtered through my mind but I finally made a decision, "Not tonight Pete, I've had a really long day."
"He's pretty insistent."
"You don't normally book me on the same day they come in." Feebly I continued to protest.
My landlord shrugged, "Like I said he's willing to pay extra so I thought you might do it, as you need the money."
I sighed. He was right of course. Even with my recent earnings from modelling I did need the money.
"Ok let me dump my things, change and put some make-up on. Then I'll be right down."
He hurried off to speak to the photographer leaving me to go up to my small bedsit.
I wasn't annoyed just a little irritated. I had been looking forward to enjoying a quiet relaxing evening and now I would spend at least part of it naked with my legs wide apart.
Despite my exasperation I felt the familiar tingle of arousal at the top of my thighs that I always got before a photo session.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
Brushing out my hair I touched up my make-up. I wasn't going to go overboard so I simply layered some mascara onto my eyelashes and added a dark eyeshadow and some eyeliner concluding it would have to do.
Finally, I changed, slipping off my work clothes and putting on a tight strapless top and some denim shorts before picking up the holdall full of clothing I kept for my shoots.
I now had a pretty good idea what photographers wanted; lingerie, stockings, short skirts and tops, so I kept it all together rather than sort through my stuff looking for it each time.
Going back down the stairs I got to the door leading in to the studio and paused.
'What if he expected me to do more than I wanted to?'
Deciding I would just wait and see what he said, I pushed the handle down and stepped into the room.
"Hi, I'm Stephanie. I understand you wanted to book me this evening?"
The figure opposite had his back towards me and turned around as I spoke.
"Hello Jessica, I've been looking for you everywhere."
I stood frozen to the spot, staring at him in disbelief....
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"Ok, lean back against the wall, arms up above your head."
I did as I was instructed and the lights flashed a couple of times, the camera's shutter clicking in unison with them.
"Now let's try from behind with you looking back over your shoulder at me."
Moving again I held the pose the photographer wanted while he took three more pictures.
"Just a couple more."
