Author's Note: There was some confusion on why Jon didn't stop the sexual encounter from happening. At the time he thought Chasity was doing it because she WANTED to. It wasn't until things were further along in the encounter he realized she was being forced into it. He also didn't want her to know he had followed her because again, he initially thought she was doing it because she wanted to. Once he realized she wasn't, he didn't hide behind a wall anymore. Hopefully that clears that up a bit for everyone. :)

Chapter Five

Jon followed Chasity to her boss's office, but he stayed outside the door. As much as he'd love to beat the hell out of the sick bastard Chasity had begged him to stay outside and keep his head. Barging into her boss's office wouldn't be wise at this point, considering he was in territory he was unauthorized to be in. He had agreed to stay outside the office door and stay hidden, but on the condition, if he heard anything inappropriate he was coming in and he didn't care what consequences he had to deal with. She had no rebuttal to that. If that's what would keep him outside, at least for now, she'd have to agree with it.

Stepping through the threshold of her boss's office door she felt more confident than she had in years. It was amazing what having a friend who knew what was going on standing behind her did for her. In less than a day Jon had managed to give her confidence nobody else had been able to give her in the last few years. Of course, nobody other than Jon knew her whole life story either. It wasn't something she liked discussing, and nobody knew her current situation either. Jon had also managed to make her feel safer than she had in years. He had said one thing that stuck out in Chasity's mind and she knew she had to do this now.

"Mr. Smith, I did what I needed to do. Now I would like my clothes back then I have something we need to discuss," Chasity told him, grabbing her clothing off the corner of his desk before his outstretched hand had a chance to snatch them out of her reach again. She moved far enough away from him and put them back on. "I should've had this conversation with you a month ago, but I was scared and my confidence and self-esteem were at an all time low. That's not the case anymore. I found and old friend who has helped me realize I shouldn't be doing this to myself, so I want get this off my chest," Chasity told him as she finished putting her clothes on and straightening them into a presentable fashion. She chose her wording carefully because she didn't want to give anything away until he agreed to talk to her. Mr. Smith nodded to the chair sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

"Fine, have a seat and start talking. I don't have time for a long conversation, so don't drag this out." Chasity sat in the chair and folded her hands on the edge of his desk, leaning toward him. She knew Jon was listening outside the door and she knew what she was about to say was going to shock him. He knew she was pregnant, and he knew Mr. Smith had forced her into the earlier sexual encounter, but he had no idea how she'd gotten pregnant. She was hoping when he heard the story, he wouldn't snap and do something stupid.

"Three months ago, when you sent the two guys for their 'private dance', they forced me into a three-some. But I suspect you already know this, judging by your final words right before I left your office immediately before the encounter. In any event, during that three-some, I got pregnant. I have no clue which of the creeps you set me up with is my baby's father, but I do know it's definitely one of them that fathered my baby; I wasn't with anyone else around the conception date."

The further Chasity got into the story, the more nervous she got. Not because of her boss sitting in front of her, but because she kept waiting for the door to burst open and Jon to rush in. So far, he'd kept himself outside the room like she'd asked. "I didn't tell you about the pregnancy right away because I was contemplating having an abortion. But then I researched the procedure and knew I couldn't go through with it, so then I looked into adoption. I haven't officially ruled the route out yet, but I'm almost positive I won't be going that route either. But the reason I'm finally telling you this is because I have grown sick of hiding my pregnancy. I'm also sick of being your sex toy for 'VIP clients.' From here out, it stops. I have no problem dancing, or working the bar, but the 'VIP sex and strip shows' will stop effective immediately. If not, I walk. I can find another job someplace else if I need to."

Mr. Smith didn't budge or say a word. He just kept staring at her. His stare was beginning to cause her new found confidence to falter. He stood up and slowly advanced toward her. She was half-tempted to scream for Jon, but she bit back the temptation. "Did you just give me an ultimatum?" Suddenly Chasity's throat was completely dry, and she couldn't find her voice, confirming her new found confidence was officially shot. She just nodded her head. Mr. Smith laughed maniacally. "Well, you can take the ultimatum and shove it up your ass. I told you when I dropped your performances to one a night that you would do as I tell you. You are my little slut…"

Mr. Smith never had a chance to finish what he was saying because just what Chasity had been waiting for the entire time finally happened. Jon shoved the door open, causing it to slam back against the wall behind it, and in two quick stride he was in front of Mr. Smith, who was now shoved up against the wall behind his desk; Jon's hand around the older man's throat. "She will not do anything for you unless she wants to. Got it?" Mr. Smith choked out another sick laugh.

"Hey, I've seen you in here before. What's wrong, you want a piece of her, too? I can arrange that for you." Mr. Smith started gasping for air as Jon tightened his grip around his throat a little it.

Jon wanted to punch the jackass in the face, but he knew it would land him in jail. Hell, shoving him against the wall with his hand around his throat squeezing the air out of him probably wasn't the brightest idea either, but he was protecting Chasity, so the irrational part of his brain was in control, and he didn't care about right or wrong right now. Even if that meant he'd have to explain to his boss's why he had been arrested at a strip club. Jon let go of the jackass's throat and watched him drop to the floor at his feet before he turned toward Chasity. "Let's go. You don't need this place. You can find a new job, I'll help you."

Chasity followed Jon out of her now former boss's office and stopped. "Jon, I'm three-in-a-half months pregnant, I have doctor and hospital visits to pay for. I can't just quit on a dime." Jon nodded.

"Yes you can. I'm well aware of your situation, and as I told you in there I will help you; I want to help you." Chasity shook her head.

"I can't ask you to pay for my medical bills, so therefore I need this job." Jon smirked.

"There's the beauty of it, you didn't ask, I offered. As your friend I refuse to leave you in this environment; especially when you're pregnant. I will help you until you're able to find a new job."

Chasity was hesitant, but she knew Jon was right. She had to get out of there, if not for herself, then for her unborn child. "Fine, I'll take you up on your offer as long as you tell me why, after ten years of no contact, you wanna help me?" Jon shrugged.

"Just because we haven't seen each other in years doesn't mean my ability to care has changed, Chasity. We were friends back then, so why can't we go back to being friends again now?" Chasity saw his point and couldn't think of any reason why they couldn't rekindle their friendship.

"I guess you're right, but I still feel weird asking you to help me financially." Jon shook his head.

"Again, you didn't ask, I offered. Would you quit arguing with me about this, I'm paying for your expenses until you find another job and get back on your feet, and that's all there is to it. Now, let's get the hell out of here," Jon said, placing his arm around her shoulders and heading for the exit of the building.

Chasity knew their conversation was over and there was no point trying to get through to him; his mind was already made up. She quietly walked beside him out of the building. Chasity came to a halt next to Jon, who had stopped just outside the door. "Are you hungry?" It seemed like such a random question, but Chasity didn't point that out. Instead she just shrugged.

Jon could already see how much Chasity had changed over the last ten years. She was a lot more stubborn and more independent than she ever was as a teenager. "A shrug doesn't answer my question, so I'll try another question. When was the last time you ate something?" Chasity contemplated his question before realizing she had no answer because she couldn't remember when she last ate.

"I'm not sure." Jon shook his head in disbelief.

"You're pregnant, you can't go without eating like that," he scolded her.

As his words registered in her head, Chasity burst out laughing. Jon was taken aback by her laughter. Chasity held her hands up and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you, but it's funny. I mean, you're telling me this and you're not my boyfriend, or my baby's father, and we've only been back in contact less than three hours, and you're acting all protective and shit. I couldn't help but laugh."

Jon could see where she was coming from and if he was honest, he wasn't sure why, after ten years, he cared about this girl so much, but he did, and he couldn't ignore it and allow her to continue to live like this "You're right I'm not, but we had a good friendship back in high school, and I think we can get that back," Jon told her. "Come on, let's head to get something to eat and we'll talk a bit more, catch up on lost time," Jon said, squeezing her shoulder, where his hand still rested around her neck. They walked like that down the strip, looking for a restaurant to get something to eat at.