He makes her give him a lapdance

“Dance for me, bitch!” he growled huskily, underlining his order with a firm smack to her butt, “Give me a fucking lap dance!”

With that, he leaned back to enjoy the show, looking at her expectantly. Nancy stared back for a moment. She had never done something like this before, having to perform for a man like this. Unsure what to do she leaned back, bracing both hands against Kateshi’s knees and rubbed her mound against his crotch. Her face felt hot as she felt her slit slide along his covered erection, her nether lips parting as it did. God, she was wet! Was that because of the **** and ****? Or was she actually turned on by this? She couldn’t help but wonder as she grinded on top of him, rubbing her pussy up against him in sync to the beat of bad mumble rap.

Kateshi watched with a wide smirk. He could tell that she had never done this before, but that was not a bad thing. The important thing was that she was trying and she was looking for his approval. She also undeniably had a feel for the rhythm, working her hips to the beat like someone with way more experience. He could feel her cunt through her bottoms, sliding along his shaft, dry-humping him. Her tits jiggled enticingly as she grinded, bouncing slightly as she got more and more into it.

Grinning, looking deep into those beautiful, brown eyes, he lifted the bottle and poured champagne all over her tits, making her give a sharp hiss. She stopped grinding for a second, but a firm smack to her booty reminded her of her duties and she resumed as he leaned in and sucked the bubbly liquid of her boobs. He could hear her moan softly as his lips, teeth and tongue played with her tits.

The ringing of the phone cut right into the moment.

“Fuck!” Kateshi yelled in frustration, making Nancy jump as he pulled back. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You continue!” he ordered as he leaned over to the small table, grabbing the phone.

“What?” he snapped, his glaring eyes fixed on Nancy, making her keep her pace, rolling and grinding her hips and rub her pussy against his dick.

“Don’t care! Not now!” he spat and Nancy’s heart skipped a beat as he slammed to phone back onto the station. She couldn’t believe this was happening!

“Get up! Turn around! Show me that ass, bitch!” Kateshi demanded, putting his hand on her hip and almost shoving her out of his lap.

Nancy gasped, her woozy mind complying before she actually knew what was happening. Sliding out of his lap she stood. Her knees felt slightly shaky for a second, but before she even thought about it she turned, facing away from the rainbow-haired douchebag, looking back at him over her shoulder to receive his next command.

“What are you waiting for, cunt? Dance!” he hissed, underlining his demand with a stinging slap, causing her to flinch.

Nancy swallowed hard. She was clueless. She had never danced for a man like this before. Dance with a man, sure, that she had done, but this? Performing for him, showing herself off? It seemed so very debasing…

“Fuck, Nancy, hold on tight, I guess I will need to bring out the bigger guns. Just give me a minute…” she heard Fletcher’s voice in her ear. She could hear his concentration, hear the clicking sounds of his big black fingers on the keyboard as he worked feverishly.

Taking this glimmer of hope and knowing the end was in sight brought some life into Nancy. Just a little bit longer. Concentrating on the weird, hard beat she lifted her arms over her head and let her hips flow, shaking her hips from side to side.

“There we go!” Kateshi grinned, taking a big gulp from the bottle as Nancy’s thick, toned ass began to wiggle for him. He leaned back in the couch with a smirk, in a markedly nonchalant way, nodding his head along to his own music, “Dance for me, bitch!”

Damn, those pills were fantastic. Giving you a nice high, they also very much lowered inhibitions and had the added effect on women to act like female Viagra. He bet the slut’s cunt was fucking sopping wet at this point. He could not wait to find out!

“Alright, now twerk that ass for me!” he yelled over the music. She looked back at him like she had no clue what he was talking about but another smack to that bouncy booty quickly reminded her. She gave a cute little gasp and then began to do as she was told.

Nancy had actually twerked before, though the setting had been completely different back then. On a girl’s night out with Syd, the two of them had had a few too many drinks at a karaoke bar and Syd had suggested a game of bets. One thing led to another and Nancy suddenly found herself bouncing her booty for her partner’s viewing pleasure, who found the entire situation hilarious before actually complimenting her butt.

Now, instead of tight leather pants, Nancy was wearing a pair of tight, white bikini bottoms, which at this point had bunched their way up in her ass in a very appealing wedgie that put her cheeks on almost full display. Insecurely, she started shaking her ass up and down, feeling her flesh jiggle behind her. Peering back over her shoulder she found herself relieved that Kateshi enjoyed the show.

What the actual fuck was going on?! What in the hell were these **** that for a second made her long for the approval of this deadbeat, lowlife scumbag? This was not her and she was aware of it, but it seemed her mind was always a step too slow to catch up to her actions.

“Come closer! Bend over! Hands on the floor!” Kateshi ordered, his cock hard in his swimming trunks as he directed the Latina into a position where she was shaking her butt right in his face with it being the highest point of her body. That pretty pussy mound bulged between her thighs.

Nancy felt the blood rushing to her head as she complied, twerking her ass in Kateshi’s face. Legs spread slightly, hands and feet planted on the floor, her bare tits swinging beneath her chest it was probably the most humiliating position she had ever been in.

Fletcher, you damn ass, you better work fast, she thought grimly. She really needed an assist here.

Suddenly, alarm bells shrilled as she felt fingers hook into the waistband of her bottoms, pulling them down.