Sure!

I couldn't believe myself as I began to contemplate saying yes. On one hand, I really did need the money. With Henry out of a job, I felt that I didn't have much choice but do whatever I could for extra cash. Normally, this meant tutoring kids after class but in my tipsy state of mind, this opened the door for Nick to take advantage of my situation and coerce me into a situation like this. But he wasn't the only one to blame. Technically, I could leave whenever I wanted to (consequences and all), so it was my choice at the end of the day. Almost as if my own conscious betrayed me, I found myself justifying going along with this for the extra thousand dollars. That being said, I knew that I needed to be in control of the situation. Nick was a fucking pervert and had some disgusting fantasies about me, so I needed to be careful.

"Fine, you pervert. But don't take it too far, or I swear I'll leave AND keep the thousand dollars."

I stopped dancing for a moment, to turn my body and look at Nick. He had his chin in his hand, as if in deep thought.

"Okay fat ass. Now turn around and dance for daddy."

Ugh, this made me feel so sick. But I did as he asked - turning around, I moved and moved my body to the music playing in the room. The first time that I felt Nick's hands on me, I nearly froze. It felt so wrong in so many levels having his large greedy hands on me. They rested on my upper thighs, rubbing them up and down while I danced. The knowledge that Nick, my husband's jackass friend, was touching me made me feel so gross. To make matters worse, I looked at the screen and saw myself slightly bent over, giving him a lap dance while his hands traveled up and down my thighs. He gave them small squeezes before traveling to the sides of my ass. He gave them a firm smack, before taking a twenty and placing it in my back pocket.

"That's for being a good girl, fat ass."

This was really disgusting. To make matters worse, the thought that Nick had somehow gotten me in this situation was beginning to excite me. I know, it's horrible and disgusting but degrading myself in this way was making my heart race. I'm not sure if it was the ****, his comments, touching or seeing myself jutting my ass out for him, but I felt my skin become all warm and my heart pounding in my chest. It didn't help that he took things a bit further by moving his hands to my front, slipping inside of my sweater to feel my stomach. The feeling of his rough hands rubbing and feeling my skin made me squirm as I danced, shutting my eyes as I pushed myself to continue.

"Mm, you feeling okay fat ass? We could take a quick break in the condition that you lay that ass of ours on my lap and have a drink with me. What do you say?"