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Jen's pulse pounded nervously as Mick released her tight ass, giving it a pat to usher her onto her new task.

Opening the car door, she reluctanly made her way over to the driver-side door, coming face to face with her faintly grinning client. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, too nervous to speak up.

'Fortunately', the driver didn't seem too big on talking either. He made a gesture, telling Jen to turn around and get to work, his eyes locked onto her lustfully, clearly still very much interested in more than a lap dance...for the first time, Jen felt reassured by Mick's presence.

Swallowing, Jen turned away from the man, flushing with shame as she pushed her ass closer to him, and began moving it awkwardly. Not having ever done anything of the sort in the past, and being overly stiff with nerves, Jen's performance was lackluster to say the least, the only saving grace of her dance being the sheer quality of her perfect butt.

After a few minutes of excruciating embarrassment, Jen heard the man let out a loud sigh. "Ah...you can stop." The disappointment in his voice was evident, and while Jen felt a surge of relief at first, she quickly remembered Mick's earlier threat.

Jen froze where she stood, as the man turned back around in his seat, talking briefly to Mick. A few moments later, Mick stepped out of the taxi, surprisingly not looking upset as he approached Jen. The faint, but genuine smile turning up his lips was unnerving to Jen, who'd already started dreading the prospect of displeasing the man who owned her body.

After the taxi departed, Jen was finally unable to endure the silence, and cracked, blurting out the issue bugging her. "Aren't you mad?"

Mick's smile only widened. "Why would I be? I told you, didn't I? I've had the need to corrupt you since I saw you. I'd feel cheated if that twig of a boytoy taught you how to please a man before I had the chance."

Mick walked forwards as he spoke, his large frame towering over her. The way she froze, unsure of what to do, but knowing she was powerless to refuse him made Mick's blood pump, and by the time he stopped, only a few inches from Jen, the bulge in his pants made up the difference, lightly pressing against her stomach.

"Deep down, you want this. You want me to let out that horny slut hiding inside you. To drown you in pleasure."

His voice was so sickeningly smug, but perhaps due to the wild mating they'd done the previous night, Jen found herself growing wet between the legs as Mick wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in against the tent of his manhood and leaning down the kiss her hungrily.

Her toes curled as he forcefully violated her mouth with his tongue, his arm around her holding her against like a band of iron. Her mind melted as he continued for what felt like an eternity - but was probably only a minute or so.

Finally, he ended the oral intrusion - it felt inaccurate to call it the same thing as the much tamer activity she'd done many times with Dave. "Now then, since you've loosened up a bit..."

Mick led a dazed Jen along to his yacht. It was still a dozen hours or so until the party, and Mick was confident that the two of them would have plenty of time for more...fulfilling activities once he trained her to dance well enough to avoid disappointing his guests.