"Hello, Jenny," he greeted her.
"Mr. Grady?" She gaped. She had dated his son Troy for more than a year. They'd broken up at the beginning of the school year.
He chuckled, then gave her a long, appraising ogle. "Well, those clothes are loaners, so it will do. If you're gonna work here, you'll have to get better stuff than that. Joe can bring you shopping; he knows the places that sell dancing costumes. Lock the door please."
She bit her lower lip very briefly, then turned and locked the office door. As she turned back, she asked, "Mr. Grady, you're the owner here?"
"I'm the managing owner. My wife and her sister own half the business, I own the rest." He had turned toward a stereo on the shelf behind him as he spoke; a recent pop hit started playing as he turned back to her.
"Lose your costume very slowly while dancing. Try to not be naked until the next song. The harder I get, the better you're doing."
She wasn't a really great dancer, but she was okay. Of course, after she danced a short while, he shook his head and began to offer advice. Things like, "Use your hands, Jenny." "Draw attention to different parts of your body by rubbing them." "Smile like you're enjoying the feel of your hands on your body." "Turn your back to me and look over your shoulder at me, while you show me your ass." "I want to see your nipples now. Slowly reveal them to me."
Her dress slid to the ground about when the song ended. The next music was super-old, "Money For Nothing". She could really wiggle her ass and tits to the beat though, so it was great. She began playing with slipping her g-string partially off, then discovered how to unsnap it at the hips, which she did, one side at a time. Finally, she was dancing completely naked for her ex-bf's father!
"Since your hands aren't busy with clothing any more, you use them to play with your tits, or rub your ass. And you should be rubbing your pussy."
She was starting to really sweat by the end of the song. He turned off the stereo and gave her another long, appraising look. "You know, when Joe told me he wanted you to work here, I told him I had wanted to fuck you since the first time Troy brought you over to meet us. You know what he told me?"
Unsure what to do with her arms, but pretty sure it would look bad if she covered up, Jenny was clasping her hands behind her. "I'm not sure, sir."
"He said he was going to tell you to do whatever I asked." Mr. Grady shook his head. "Did he tell you that?"
She bit her lip briefly again, then nodded.
"Well, I told him that I would hire you, but you probably wouldn't even see the club floor the first day. You would be on the clock, but you would be too busy getting your brains fucked out. All he said to that was, he was going to tell you to do whatever I told you to do."
He began unbuttoning his shirt. "I have no desire to rape you or even to pressure you. If you're reluctant or you're going to hate what's about to happen, I insist that you tell me, so I don't. I promise I'll stop, call Joe and tell him to come pick you up instead. If you don't say otherwise, then your job for the rest of your shift today is to allow anyone who wishes including me to use your body for sex. Come here."
She swallowed and walked around the desk, stopping when she was in easy reach. Mr. Grady had moved from his chair to sit on the edge of his desk by the time she got there. He immediately took hold of one of her tits and slipped his other hand behind her neck, pulling her mouth to his.
It wasn't mean or violent, but there was nothing loving about the way Mr. Grady kissed her. It was just raw possession, like he was planning to devour her. It was a little scary at first, but also very, very hawt, and she was sopping wet by the time he let go of her neck and mouth and began massaging both of her tits with gusto.
"Gawd these are gorgeous. You'll be a high earner here." He still looked at her body like he was evaluating her quality, but then he looked her in the eyes and grinned. "Man I've been wishing forever for this. Jenny, you probably don't realize just what a fine piece of ass you are."
After briefly pinching both her nipples, he added, "After I do you few times, I'm gonna watch a couple bartenders double-team you. And my wife is coming in later to have her lizzy way with you. So I guess I better get started."
With that, he
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