The following story is fictional and involves rough sex and some violence. It also has interracial content some might object to. This story takes a little bit to get to the sex, but this is about a girl and her life, AND her sexual adventures. So I hope you enjoy it, if not skip ahead a bit :)
If you do not enjoy erotic stories involving sexual material I suggest you move on.
When the normal was supposed to begin-
This story takes place after Vixxen Ch. 03: Life As a Stripper. Vixxen continued to work as an exotic dancer after her friend Nikki moved away, and continued to live pretty much as she had recently. Careful high protein diet, lots of working out, yoga, hours dancing in the club and some dating but no success.
This story takes place a few weeks after the close of the last story when Vixxen was twenty-one years old.
This is where the story continues-
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Vixxen was looking for a life outside of the gentleman's club, both professionally and personally. Her time stripping, and living below her means had been good to her bank account, if not her taxes. She worked with tax advisers, but she had none of the check marks that reduce your taxes.
No house, no kids, no marriage, fuck my life she thought.
Vixxen was told of the advantages of home ownership and of owning rental houses. She had a lot of money in the bank and started talking to finance companies, who were more than willing to work with her.
Vixxen's credit score was bad. She paid her bills on time, but her income was in cash, and she had never borrowed money or applied for a credit card. But with a good cash down payment, she was told credit was not important. Almost anyone could get financing for a home loan she was told.
She had about $75,000 in a savings account earning basically no interest, so used part of that money to buy a house. The interest rate was low, and the payment didn't hurt her much so when she found out she could buy a second house she did so. And then a third.
She lived in the smallest of the three houses and rented the larger two out. She continued to work as a dancer, contracting a service to handle maintenance on her houses. With the cost of maintaining them, it was little better than break even, as she did not gouge the families living in her houses.
Vixxen hoped that in the long run she could make enough from the houses and be able to quit stripping, and lead a more normal life. She kept saving what she could, hoping to buy another house, maybe a business, like a little restaurant.
Between working at the club four times per week, working out, and dealing with calls every few days from the people renting from her, her schedule stayed pretty full. Her tenants were often late in paying, but Vixxen paid on time, so she had to make sure she made enough to cover. It wasn't that tough with her job in a high-end gentlemen's club, she was making really good money.
She got more serious in classical dancing, spending more and more time on Rumba, something taught at the dance school she attended. She loved the elegance of the dance and got pretty good at it.
From time to time she would go to a dance club with friends from the dance school and on occasion her stripper friends. They would show off some moves and blow off some steam. Vixxen would wear Latin ballroom dresses, they were created it seemed to fit her curvaceous and muscular body her body.
Other than a lot of people seeing the dance and the outfit and assuming she was from Latin America, it was always a good time. She danced with her friends, just occasionally with men she didn't know, and when they knew how to dance it was good fun.
There were men who would touch her more than needed, of course. She often felt hands on her ass, men would grind their dick against her ass, and her boobs were groped pretty often on the dance floor.
Of course that her dress might as well have been painted on, and that her enhanced 36d boobs were always close to busting out of her dress was obvious. She knew how she dressed was a part of why it happened.
One such night, she ended up dancing with a tall white man. He was older than her, maybe 35, but was fit and was dressed well. This guy actually knew how to dance, and was surprisingly good at Rumba, he must have taken classes on his own.
They danced a few different times but did not speak much beyond asking her to join him and thanking her for the dance. He did not put his hands on her outside of what the dances called for, being the rare man who did not put his hands on her ass.
The dances with that man were the most fun she had to that point with dancing in an actual dance club.
Vixxen was with her stripper friends that night, not her dance class friends. They were not as interested in that sort of dance club and wanted to go to something more modern. They were looking for more people, more men specifically, and much louder music.
Vixxen was having fun and did not want to leave with them, assuming she would just grab a cab home. She found the guy at a table with some of his friends, both men, and women, and asked if he was up for another dance. She looked for couple pairing, being pretty good at reading who was with who from her years as a stripper. but couldn't tell who was with who in this group.
Vixxen did not see a woman who looked like she was with him, and invited the man to join her for another dance, and he quickly got up and joined her. She did notice some odd looks as they left again to dance, but nothing jealousy related.
She spent the next hour or so attached to this man in dance. They did some rumba, he knew a little Mambo, and they tried and failed to pull off a Tango. He was in shape, to keep up with her physically. She would dance six or seven hours a night at the club, so other than sweating a little for a few hours of Latin dancing didn't bother her at all. This guy keeping up was impressive.
The more they danced the closer they danced. It wasn't groping and grinding, but slow and sensual dancing, in dances which are as romantic as any in the world. The remained in physical contact for most of the night. Vixxen had not been close to many people in this way and needed it badly.
He invited her back to his table and introduced her to his friends, and she found out they were friends from college who got together sometimes. Vixxen found out that his name was Mason, and that he had dated a woman who was second generation Cuban, who had been very good at dances.
Eventually, his friends left, leaving Vixxen and Mason to dance, which they did until the club started to close. The crowd thinned, but the crows around Vixxen did not. Even dancing with another man, the sight of her in a tight fitting dress, glistening with sweat was very tempting many men there.
