"You will dance for us, you hot pussied little pile of shit, and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest dancer in Las Vegas."You will dance for us, you hot pussied little pile of shit, and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest dancer in Las Vegas...you understand?" Karen nodded quietly. "I want you to wiggle that sexy little cock-loving ass of yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you. If you don't we'll all fuck you too, but believe me, you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it." Donnie moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on the radio inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be heard throughout the garage. "Ok, bitch, do your thing!", he hissed. Karen began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given her were beginning to take effect now, and she was feeling more in the mood for showing off than she might have otherwise. She swayed sexily to the music, her small but lovely breasts being waved in front of the staring men and women as she moved hotly. She spread her legs open in the floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air as if she were fucking a man's dick. The sequined g-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny fabric as they swelled from her growing excitement. As her back bent further and further backward, Karen began to move her legs out from under her ass and soon she was swinging them up in the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of fabric between her legs. |