Schooling

Dinner Part II

I slip on the beautiful white long sleeved lace dress. It was immaculate. The top half of the dress was lace including the sleeves and the bottom half was made of this light and soft material. The dress really brought out my boobs but not too much, just enough. I don't understand why he wants me at dinner. He finished getting ready a little while ago and was now in the living room awaiting his parents arrival. I didn't even get to see him.

I could hear Louise Armstrong being played from here. What a nerd. I straightened my fringe  tied my hair into a high ponytail close to the fringe, I curled my ponytail and let the messy curliness of my dark hair fall over my shoulders. I put on some light makeup and the tiniest bit of nude lipstick. I put on the diamond earrings that he had laid out along with the rest of the outfit. All things that we bought today. He bought. I ended with the nude heels and sprayed on my Victoria's Secret perfume. I stood and did a little spin in my new clothes that Mr. Night bought me. I even wore the pink matching bra and panties both covered in black lace.

Satisfied with the amount of effort I put in I walked out and was met with an empty house. Where is the nerd. It seemed to just be me and the music. I swayed my hips along to his music. Frank Sinatra's 'I won't dance'. What a little nerd. We have set a table that would fit ten people and a buffet to feed an army. He is a good cook, almost as good as me. Almost. I remember after he left to get ready and I was finishing the table I whispered the words 'you look better with your shirt off' slip and I am sure he heard me cause he chuckled before he left.

I moved around the room and swayed as I did to the hypnotising music of 1957. Such a little nerd Mr, Night is. I began to sing the song having heard it before. God damn my memory.

"I won't dance, Madame, with you

My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do

You know what?, you're lovely," I sang to myself as I closed my eyes swaying to the smooth rhythm enjoying its effect on my body,

I really dancing to the music as the music picked up. Letting my feet step to the rythem and glide on the floor, letting them kick the air to the trumpets, allowing permission for my hips to gracefully but passionately sway in rythem with my feet. I spun slowly and when I did I swang my hips round few times until the spin was done. My hands were in the air as I danced around the dinner table. I felt as though I was flouting and finally the song finished. I giggled at how calm I felt after that silly display.

I heard clapping behind me. It sounded like the clapping of two people. Holy shit! No! Please tell me that Mr. Night's relatives didn't just see that. Oh god! I reluctantly turn around to see the devil himself smirking at me while holding a glass of red wine and an older looking man grinning from ear to ear wrinkles visible near his eyes as he slowly claps.

Both of them look so immaculate. Mr. Night is dressed in all black, black dress shoes, black jeans and a black dress shirt that he rolled up to his elbows. The first two buttons were undone and I could see a little bit of his chest. His hair was combed back but a strand or two fell over his forehead.

The old man however seemed a bit more casual, brown boots, blue jeans and a white sports shirt, Raven's if I'm not mistaken and a black blazer thrown over it. His full head of grey hair brushed to perfection and his beard made his seem kind and harmless. He is quite handsome, must be his father. I feel a little overdressed now. Mr. Night lifted the glass to his lips and it snapped me out of my daze. I tried to speed walk to the bedroom but Mr. Nights hand was around my waist before I could even leave the room.

"Now, where do you think your going?" He asked burying his head in my neck. He smells so good.

"Just going to find a hole to die in," Was my ingenious reply. The handsome old man laughed and I felt Mr. Night smile into my neck. He spun me around to face him and held me close to him. I draped my arms around his neck and buried my face there wanting to disappear. Hoping that the ground would swallow me whole. Why in gods name would I do that. Dance in a place that is not my room. The indecency!