"Go ahead and give me a lap dance. Shake that slutty rump for me so I know how much you want it."
Laughing, Kevin leans back in his seat while you bite back an unwise retort about the fact that you aren't doing this because you want to.
Figuring you might as well get it over with, you lean forwards, pushing your hips back and hesitantly bouncing your ass back and forth a little. Kevin snorts in derision at your attempt and delivers a stinging slap to your backside, making you flinch.
"Make it sexy! If you can't even do something this simple, it won't be too hard for me to get you kicked out of that Attendant position, you know?"
You tense a little at that...you aren't sure if it's a bluff of not, his parents probably don't have that much pull, but you don't want to risk it.
Gritting your teeth, you do your best at trying to make your movements, sexier, circling your hips sensuously and feeling like an idiot. Swaying and shaking your ass around in front of your least favorite person in school is a humiliating affair, and the lack of response for a while makes you wonder if it's even doing you any good.
The worst case scenario now is after all this, Kevin still isn't satisfied and manages to get your Attendant status revoked.
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