The Devil's Pact | BBANGSAZ

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After enduring the last leg of the car ride in complete silence, they finally made it back to the loft. Minji tossed her keys on the counter and walked over to her massive wall of CDs as Hanni sat down on the couch. She fished through them until she found the one she wanted, then placed it in the CD player and waited until the smooth sound of jazz filled the room. Minji removed her coat and rolled up her sleeves. She noticed Hanni staring at her but continued to ignore her. She went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine, and returned to the living room, handing a confused Hanni a glass.

Minji sat down on the loveseat and stared at Hanni.

Hanni knew what was coming, so she asked, "Where do you want me today?"

"Everywhere," Minji replied, finishing her glass of wine in a single gulp before helping herself to another pour.

They both drank in silence, exchanging a few intense glances. After a few minutes, Minji shifted in her seat, knowing exactly what she wanted next.

"Dance for me," Minji said, taking a sip.

"What?"

"Dance for me," Minji repeated. "I want a lap dance... I want you to strip for me as you dance."

Hanni wasn't sure what to do. There was no manual for a situation like this. Was Minji serious?

"I've never done that before," Hanni admitted.

"Not to worry, I won't laugh at you," Minji replied with a grin.

"I mean, I can dance, but I've just never done the seductive stripper type of dancing." Hanni felt embarrassed to admit that, especially to Minji. She ran a restaurant and sometimes hosted local bands, with a small dance area for the crowd, but that was it.

Minji beckoned her with a flick of her index finger. Hanni realized there was no getting out of this. She took a huge gulp of her third glass of wine, feeling the warmth spread, though perhaps she shouldn't have downed it so fast. She stood up and walked over to Minji.

'Okay... it's just Minji,' Hanni thought. She would pretend that Minji was her girlfriend, maybe celebrating her birthday or something like that.

'I can do this,' Hanni assured herself. Besides, she wasn't willing to risk having Minji add another week. She'd keep her mouth shut and do as Minji asked.

Hanni closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started swaying to the beat of the music. She turned around, giving Minji a view of her backside. She playfully lifted the hem of her brown dress just a bit, allowing Minji a glimpse of her curves through the thin fabric. Hanni giggled.

Yes, the wine was definitely helping now.

She slowly slid the dress off and bent over, touching her hands to the ground. Glancing between her legs, she could tell Minji was enjoying the view, given the look on her face.

Minji shifted in her chair as Hanni leaned up and turned to face her, moving close until her legs touched Minji's knees. She'd keep pretending it was her girlfriend she was dancing for. Thanks to the wine, she was even beginning to enjoy herself, though she hated admitting it. She felt sexy... free. It was a rare feeling, and one she wasn't used to. So much of her life had been spent serving food to ungrateful customers or ringing up groceries.

Now, here she was in an upscale loft, dressed in an expensive French designer dress, dancing for a beautiful, wealthy Korean boss.

Life sure comes at you fast.

Hanni began to unhook her bra, sliding it off. She cupped her breasts, tossed her head back, and let her fingers tease her own skin. When she looked at Minji, she saw her lick her lips, her beautiful lips, Hanni thought. She then slid her thumbs through the thin material of her thong, slowly pulling it down.