Author's Note: It is recommended to read the previous chapters of this story if you have not done so already to better understand the storyline and characters...
Jen woke up tightly wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, smiling as the image of Dan tucking her in when he had gotten up this morning came into her mind. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was only a few minutes after 10:00 am, earlier than usual for her to get up on a day off; however, as she debated sleep, the smell of pancakes drifting up from the kitchen made up her mind as her stomach growled in response.
Stretching her body, she arched her back, causing her breasts to strain tightly against the stretch-laced camisole top she was wearing. She extended her legs, kicking the double quilts off her body as she slowly got out of bed.
Seeing the image of herself in the full length mirror, she paused and admired her reflection. Her athletic body was outlined by the close-fitting lingerie she had put on the night before, showing off all her curves. The see-through laced ensemble accentuated her body more than covered it. Turning to the side and looking at her profile, her large breasts were silhouetted by the clingy top and turning back to face the mirror, saw how her areolae were clearly outlined through the laced material.
The top only extended a few inches below her breasts, leaving her stomach bare, her flat well-toned midriff accessorized by her pierced navel. She was wearing a simple bar-bell with a white zirconium stud and as the light caught the gem, it drew attention to her slim waist.
Again looking at her profile, she ran her hand down her waist to her bubbled ass, tight from dancing and working the pole. The close-fitting lace boy shorts she had on seemed to grip her ass cheeks like a second skin.
Jen smiled at how her slim body almost looked top-heavy with her large breasts, their size and firmness often mistaken for implants. Then her smile turned into a frown remembering Tim's comments and his mauling of her tits, as the previous day's events rushed back into her memory.
The recollection was so foul she considered putting on a robe; however, it being both her and Dan's day off, there was no reason to hide her body from her own man. She paraded topless in front of strangers each night, so weekends she was happy to display herself to Dan to make up for it. It was the least she could do for him she thought, as she went to brush her teeth before going downstairs.
Entering the bathroom she saw the small pile of clothes from the night before as more memories of the previous day came crashing back to her. This time she could not stop the flood of images flashing into her mind: Tim watching her clean up after practice topless, seeing herself being fucked by Mr. DeWight on his television screens, yielding to Mr. DeWight and sucking Tim off and then ordered to spread his cum all over her body, dancing nude and letting the crowd touch her, and finally topping the evening off by sucking off a cop to avoid going to jail.
Incomprehensibly she felt her nipples hardening as she recalled Mr. DeWight and Tim's hands upon her, then the crowd's, along with everything else she had done. Her body relished the physical attention, yet mentally she felt terrible about what had happened. Looking at the pile of clothes, she once again relived the events in her mind, wondering how she could have allowed everything to have happened.
Jen had never considered blow jobs actually cheating, her reasoning being them to be only a more advanced form of hand jobs, which were basically masturbation; however, her lewd display in front of Mr. DeWight and Tim, and then the policeman, was not the behavior of an engaged woman. The breach in trust towards Dan weighed heavily upon her as her mind continued to reminisce.
Upon arriving home last night she had been thankful Dan had already been asleep, heading straight to the shower to wash off not only the usual sweat covering her body from dancing, but the odor and tight film of cum from two different men. She had stood in the shower long past the point when the water turned tepid before finally getting out of the shower stall.
Jen was already feeling bad for lying to Dan about the day practicing at the club, now she had even worse things to confess. And based upon the things Dan hinted at with her contract, who knows what else she would be forced to do.
Although she could not come up with a way out of the contract she had been pressed into, the one thing she had decided upon was to tell Dan the truth.
Arriving at the thought, she had cried in the bathroom long after her body had air dried from the shower. Moving almost mechanically in her despair, she had put on her sleeping attire and crawled into bed next to Dan. She could not live with herself after all that happened if she kept lying to him, and resigned herself to telling him everything, knowing her marriage and their engagement were doubtlessly over.
As Jen stood in the bathroom to brush her teeth this morning she once again became despondent, a wave of self-pity overcoming her as she pondered accepting the twisted life Fate had now dealt her. Once Dan left her she would be alone, but still bound to the contract. With the money Mr. DeWight had hinted she could make, she would not be wanting for anything—other than her own self-respect.
Last night she had lain in bed for hours thinking about what her existence would be like with Dan no longer in her life. Just the thought of him gone left such a physical ache in her chest she knew she would not care about anything that happened to her.
Maybe her lot in life was to be nothing but a DSA spokesmodel, synonym for a porn star, tramp, slut.
She thought of the things Dan had found in his report, about how many of the girls working for DSA ended up doing pornographic movies. Was that her eventual career advancement? Offering her body to whomever she was told to be with?
As she considered what she was being maneuvered into, she realized the idea did not bother her as much as she thought it should. It was not what would end up happening to her that truly bothered her she realized—it was the loss of Dan depressing her the most. He had been a solid rock in her life, the calm in the storm where she always felt safe.
Once he learned of her behavior, regardless of the circumstances, she was certain he would be through with her. She had been amazed and overjoyed at his acceptance of her infidelity with Mr. DeWight, knowing it had not been her fault; however, once she told him everything else, she knew no man could put up with so much.
Jen did not know what would become of her, nor did she care once Dan was out of her life. She had little to no education, barely graduating from high school. All she had was her body and dancing. Stripping came easily to her as she was a born exhibitionist. Maybe falling deeper into the adult entertainment industry was her lot in life, she lamented.
The A/C kicked on, bringing the fresh smell of pancakes and coffee to her nose as she forced herself out of her self-pity. If it was over, she decided, then so be it, but she could not lie to Dan any longer. She loved him too much and he deserved the truth, even if she did not deserve him.
Her mind made up, even if it meant the end of her happiness, Jen went downstairs.
Entering the kitchen Jen's train of thoughts was interrupted as she beheld Dan sitting at the table surrounded by almost three reams of papers. He had his old calculator out as well as his laptop which he was typing vigorously upon as he looked at a pile of papers to his side.
Surprised, Jen asked why he was doing taxes so early when he shocked her replying, "No, I was just going over your contract."
Jen's mouth fell open in shock as she exclaimed, "But that's not what I signed!"
Dan shook his head. "No, you signed this," he said patting a small stack of papers in front of him. "Unfortunately, each page of this refers to the other piles. Essentially you signed an agreement to abide by all the others," he told her, his hand waving over the stacks of other papers.
Jen could only stare in dismay as she tried to gather her thoughts. "He can't do that!" she exclaimed, speaking about Mr. DeWight as she wondered what the Hell she had gotten herself into.
"Sadly my love, he can and did," Dan told her.
Jen could only stand and stare in disbelief as she felt her world getting smaller, boxing her in. She was no longer in charge of her life, all control gone as she pondered how she could have caused such a mess.
Dan smiled at her, the love clear upon his face as he told her, "Why don't you get some breakfast, this might be something to go over better on a full stomach."
Mechanically Jen moved towards the stack of freshly made pancakes on the counter, her mind completely numb. The familiar Saturday repast he had made her for years felt out-of-place and soiled at the circumstances suddenly surrounding her life while her thoughts swirled in turmoil. She glanced once again at the numerous pages of her 'contract' as she realized her life was in a complete free-fall with no net to catch her.
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Dan watched Jen shuffle to the counter and could not believe how such a beautiful girl could have ever ended up with a guy like him. She was perfect, and the love he felt for her swelled his chest. It was because of this love he had such concern for her, trying to figure a way out of the hell before them called a contract.
Dan was an early riser, smiling as he recalled tucking Jen in with all the quilts earlier. Yet even as early as he had awoken, when he went to get the morning newspaper the box of documents had already arrived. At first he thought it was something Jen may have ordered, as she was always finding new outfits and such for the club. Picking up the box he was caught off-guard by its weight and opening it and realizing what it was he had been in as much shock as Jen at the sheer number of papers.
It had taken him a couple hours to arrange them logically in terms of the duties as a DSA spokesmodel, benefits and medical plans, and so forth. He was just now coming to grips over how indentured she was to DSA and knew it would take at least a few more hours to figure everything out.
As dejected as Jen looked now, he knew once she learned of the contract's clauses she would be a wreck.
