Jennifer woke up late for her 9:15 class on Friday. However, as she rushed to the university, she had a big smile on her face. Tonight, was the last night she would have to dance. No more secrets and lies between her and Brock. She had to admit though, she was a little nervous, she had never worked a bachelor party before. Jennifer went through all her regular routines, anxiously waiting for the evening to arrive so she could finally put her past behind her.
At 8:00, Jennifer began applying her makeup and putting her costume on. She was scheduled to arrive at 9:00 and as she pulled into the drive, she saw a huge mansion. No wonder they can afford to pay so much, Jennifer thought. She was immediately greeted by two large men, both easily over six feet tall, and both towering over Jennifer's slight 5'7" 135 pound frame. The men introduced themselves as Adam and Rothchild and showed her to a room where she could get ready. Rothchild's chilling crystal blue eyes and expensive suit immediately put Jennifer on edge. His eye's seemed to bore into her and she didn't like the feeling at all. Guys at the club looked at her all the time, but this was different. At that moment, Jennifer realized why this was different. At the club, she had Mike and Jackson as bouncers who looked out for all of the girls. Here, she was on her own with over 30 large and drunk men. Just take a deep breath Jennifer, she told herself, this is your last night, and she walked into the den.
Across town, Brock swore to himself as he jumped into his truck. He was already 2 hours late to his high school best friend's bachelor party. These kind of parties weren't really Brock's thing but for his childhood best friend, he really had to go. As he neared the front door of the house, he could already hear the pulsating music coming from the inside. Damn, I thought I might miss the stripper, Brock thought and then laughed. A couple of years ago, Brock would never have been trying to avoid a beautiful naked woman dancing in front of him. But ever since he met Jennifer, he'd lost interest in the whole bachelor scene. Brock walked in the front door, but nobody noticed him. All eyes were focused on the stripper. The stripper, wait a minute, Brock thought, as he did a doubletake, that looks just like Jennifer. That is Jennifer, he realized as his emotions changed from disbelief, to shock, to hurt, to anger, and lastly, to rage. He stood at the doorpost out of Jennifer's eyesight and watched, too stunned to act.
Across the room, Jennifer was almost done with her routine when Rothchild approached her and began putting his hands all over her. As she tried to push him away, the other guys kept cheering him on, too drunk to hear her objections over the music. All of sudden, Rothchild was ripped off of her by one of the guys. Jennifer looked up with eyes of gratitute to meet the icy glare of those pristine eyes she had stared into two years ago. It was Brock, her worst nightmare was coming true.
"Brock, wait!!" Jennifer yelled as she followed him out of the house. "You don't understand I had to do it," Jennifer tried to explain. "How long have you tearing your clothes off for money?" Brock asked as he opened the door of the Silverado. "Since we met," Jennifer responded with her eyes downcast. "I can't believe it," Brock sighed and got in the truck, peeling out of the driveway. In tears, Jennifer went to her car and called Tempest from her cellphone. Tempest told her to meet them at their coffee shop and they would figure it all out. Through tears, Jennifer drove to Poet's Corner to meet her best friend in the hope of saving herself from the depths of despair.