Dance to please ✓ Taennie 18+

Part 009

T A E H Y U N G

I tend to the potatoes and sneak a few glances at Jennie as she walks around my house. Her eyes are lit up with wonder each time I catch a glimpse of them. I hate that I have to step outside to fire up the grill, but I do it anyway, already missing the sight of her. I drop the filet mignon steaks on the grill and walk back to the door, cracking it slightly.

"Hey Jennie, how do you like your steak?"

"Uhm just make it the same as yours" She replies, her voice echoing from what sounds like the living room.

I hope she likes it rare. That's the only proper way to eat steak, in my opinion, but I would have made it in the way she wanted. I sip my whiskey while the steaks cook, then when they're done, I put them on our plates and carry them inside. I load us both up with a generous portion of steak and carry them to the table where Jennie is waiting.

"Got tired of exploring?" I asked as I sat down.

"I didn't want to wander too far" She smiles—such a adorable and beautiful smile as she looks down at her plate. "I don't think I've eaten this good in years"

"On Friday's you will" I say, picking up my fork and knife.

"I thought this was just so we could talk about what I would be doing for you" She blinks in surprise "I didn't realise you were going to be cooking for me every week"

"Call it a perk that comes with your new job" I chuckle. "Now try your steak and let me know if I need to put it back on grill"

Jennie carefully cuts her steak and seems intimidated by the blood that pools on her plate. Despite that, she still lifts it upto her lips and takes a bite. "Okay, this is a lot better than I expected"

"Well, you know how you like your steak cooked now" I nod. "Fresh off the bone with just enough heat to make sure it doesn't kill you"

"My dad used to wrap them in tinfoll and cook them in the oven until they were burnt" She raises a brow "This is a way better"

"That actually pains me" I shake my head "what's the point of a steak if you cook all the flavour out of it?"

"Steak sauce" She laughs.

"That shit is a tragedy" I scoff.

I fill her in on her new job while we eat. She'll be handling invoices, keying them and processing payments. Easy, but time-consuming for me because I've got so much to deal with my own. I name an hourly wage that almost makes her choke on her potatoes, so I assume it is good enough. More than I paid the last assistant I had, even tho she worked full-time, so Jennie's salary won't put much of a dent in my budget.

"That was amazing" She says, pushing her plate away. "But I'm sorry I couldn't finish it all"

"You can take it with you if you want" I shrug "It'll go into the trash otherwise"

"If I take home, my sister will ask me a million questions" She shakes her "She's already suspicious"

"Why, cause you like you're going on a date instead of starting a new job?" I chuckle checking her out while I take a sip from my whiskey.

She blushes "I just wanted to look nice, since you said we will be having dinner"

"I'm not complaining" I say, leaning back into my chair. "You look beautiful anyways"

"Thank you" She smiles, her face getting even redder "but it's going to be hard to take this off, So I brought another clothes to change into for my dance"

"Oh don't worry about that" I shake my head. "I have already seen how long you gonna take to get undressed, so I'm not even going to start the music until you're down to your bra and panties. I also think a private dance like this should last longer than just one song"

"I would be okay with that" She replies, a grin teasing the edge of her lips as she nibbles on the bottom one.

"Should we get—started?"

"Eager, are you?" I nod. "Yeah we can get started"

I stand up, refilling my whiskey and motion for her to follow me into the living room. I sit down on the couch, tug my tie until it is loose and got comfortable while she slides off her heels and walks to the middle of the room.

"Too bad you don't have a pole here" She says with a nervous laugh.

"You did just fine without it at the club though" I say leaning back, adjusting my suit jacket so it will cover the reaction she will undoubtedly give me.

She doesn't seem as uncomfortable this time. There's a slight smile on her face when she starts removing her dress. I feel my balls ache as soon as it comes off, even more so when I get a glimpse of her ass as she lays her dress on the chair sitting caddy-corner to the couch. A pair of basic black panties show off the curves of her ass perfectly. Her bra is fancier than the one she was wearing earlier. Black, with a little lace along the middle.

"Ready for the music" I asked.

"Y-yeah" She replies, more nervousness in her voice now that she's half naked.

I start with the same song from earlier, which is a lot louder since my phone is connected to the sound system, and watch as she moves to the beat. She tries a lot harder this time, puckering her lips like those Instragram models, I hate as she puts more emphasis on her moves. She snaps her hips to the beat but it doesn't look natural. Far from it, like a girl just putting on a show because she has to.

"Be yourself" I say, taking a sip of my whiskey.

"I'm sorry" She stops and lets out a long sigh. "I'm trying not to be as awkward as I was earlier"

"It wasn't awkward, it was you. Relax. Don't show me something you saw on YouTube or Instragram" I continue "Show me Jennie kim"

"Could I make a request?" She asks slowly.

"Sure"

"Will you let me pick the song? Please?" She walks a little closer "I don't really like this one"

"Pick anything you'd like then" I hand her my phone.

She loads up three songs on a playlist and then hands my phone and takes a step back. I glance down to see that the first one is "Sad girlz luv money" by a remix with Amaarae, Kali and Moliy. Not cup of my tea, neither I'm that intrested in the music. 

She begins to sway and dance. It looks natural this time. I think she found her zone she was talking about earlier. Now she looks like the same angel I saw before. It wasn't awkward at all making me get lost in her smooth movements, almost like I'm in a trance that I don't snap out of only until she decided to start unfastening her bra.

Fuck.

I have no idea on how I'm going to last three songs without blowing a load in my pants.