The phone brought me back inside the house just as I was leaving for the Metro East clubs. Jan's voice familiar and bubbly spoke invitingly--------"Hey. What are you doing? If you aren't doing much why don't you stop by to party with me." I had no idea where she lived. As soon as she gave me the address I knew she didn't live in one of those scummy areas many dancers I've met insist on living in.

It took me a little more than an hour to get to Richmond Heights, Missouri, far out from where most of the other strippers lived. This is where I went for my eye doctor appointments and where I once strongly considered renting an apartment. Less than a few blocks away an old girlfriend had once lived and I had spent a few nights with her there-- not far from a posh shopping mall.

Jan greeted me at the door stripped to the waist, her bare breasts right in my face. "Let me show you around," she said with a smile, obviously proud of the apartment. There were new imitation leather chairs and couch in the living room and a spotless coffee table. The whole place was like that...immaculate, a far cry from what I had expected.

'Can I get you a drink?" she suggested. "Let's party down. I have a couple wine coolers in the bedroom." She knew what I wanted, getting me a Budweiser from the fridge before I could answer her, then headed to the bedroom. I followed her in and watched her undress, quickly, then hop in the bed as she propped her head against a pillow she had laid up against the wall. "Don't be shy. Set yourself down beside me," she said with both her eyes and her mouth. Her voice seemed exaggerated Southern which is what a lot of Southern Missouri girls pull on unsuspecting guys like me.

A short blonde around five three with beautiful long thick hair Jan's eyes looked up at me inviting me to snuggle up next to her. It was impossible to refuse. No man could, or let me rephrase it--------No sane man. This was definitely not the time to be stand offish. Then she hit me up for the cash, but first-----she fed me, making me a sandwich in the kitchen, then bringing it back to the bedroom with my beer. Now you can't beat that at McDonalds which collects your money first, then gives you your Big Mac.

There was no real sexual overture to what happened next or build up. We were just lying next to each other, she drinking her wine coolers with me drinking my Bud while eating my sandwich--talking. Then it was a------"Why don't you take your pants off?" from her which I did and somewhere along the line we were entwined in each other's arms with my ending up on top of her. I don't even remember whether we did it once or twice or what I was thinking at the time since so much was going to happen later on. My recollections on these first encounters with Jan are that they were fun, she was cute, and that she ended up where she said she'd be. None of this standing the guy up crap.

I don't think I stayed much more than an hour or two. As she showed me to the door we talked about her roommate, a guy, who just happened to not be there. "But he was close by," she told me. When I drove away from the apartment complex with the top down on my Miata, I saw a Cougar circling around the place with a guy driving scrunched down in the seat. I had this strange feeling it was the boyfriend keeping an eye on things while trying to look inconspicuous. During the next couple of weeks Jan and I saw each other several more times before I learned her dark secret..