A lap dance

After boarding the yacht, Mick continued pulling Jen along, soon bringing her a large, well-furnished room with a number of chairs and tables. At the back, a slightly raised stage was concealed a curtain.

Picking one of the chairs at random, Mick made himself comfortable, before waving Jen closer. She timidly stepped into his reach, at which point he casually inserted his hand beneath her dress.

Feeling the dampness of her lace panties, he gave her a grin. "Looks like you're in a better mood for dancing." Jen flushed, barely holding back a small moan as he rubbed her shamefully wet slit through her clothing.

He withdrew his hand before too long though, apparently still planning on having her learn to lap dance. After giving her a set of brisk, but direct tips on what to do - Mick sits back in his chair, his eyes giving Jen a clear signal to begin.

As instructed, Jen approached Mick slowly, her face feeling like it was on fire as she forced herself to sway her hips seductively. Turning around after reaching him, she lowered her perfect rump into his lap, brushing it against his obvious 'tent' as she moved it up and down, from side to side, and in slow circles.

Though vastly improved from before, her movements remained a little stiff and hesitant. After a little while, Mick lifted his hands, grabbing hold of Jen's waist and beginning to directly show her how to move.

"Much better. Your ass is made for pleasing men. If you did this for that limp-dicked Englishman, I'm certain he'd be struggling not to make a mess of himself by now."

Aside from showing Jen how to dance for him more seductively, Mick also took the liberty of pulling her swaying ass against the tent in his pants more and more frequently as they continued.

As the 'lesson' went on, Jen found herself trying harder and harder not to think. The burning humiliation of having to please this man while he mocked her husband was almost too much to bear, and her only recourse was focusing entirely on the way she moved her hips...

Despite herself, Jen found her movements getting better and better, with Mick eventually even releasing her hips in order to fully enjoy the experience. Though she'd never admit it to anyone, there was something pleasant about how sexy she felt as she danced, and it took some effort to ignore the way her groin throbbed in animalistic excitement.