"Hmmmmmm," he said appreciatively.

He extended his hand and she took off the shirt and handed it to him. She raised her right foot and slipped off her boot, then took off the other one. Jones took them both. Then her hands went to her pants and popped the catch. Her hands shook even harder now and she had a hard time getting the zipper down.

She eased the pants slowly over her hips and down her thighs, exposing her softly rounded hips and silky pink panties. She stepped out of them and, her hands trembling even more, reached for her bra clasp.

"Not yet. Don't be so slutty," he said. He moved back, then walked across the room and turned on the stereo. He examined the CD's and popped one into the player, smiling and clapping his hands as loud music came out. He came back to her and sat down.

"Dance," he said.

"Wha… what?" she gulped.

"Dance, baby. Dance. Shake your ass for me. I wanna see a nice dance."

"I… I can't," she whimpered.

"You better, baby, or you'll get a whipping like you never imagined," he said, his voice hard.

She stared at him in shock and horror, then yelped and stumbled back when he yelled at her. "Dance!" She began to dance, more moving her trembling body from side to side than anything else. He scowled impatiently and hefted the belt and she began to dance in earnest, swinging her hips and moving her legs, her hands moving in and out.

He smiled and clapped his hands, eyes glued to her body as she danced.

"Do a strip, whore. Do a bump an' grind," he laughed, munching on his sandwich as he sat on the edge of a chair. Her mind in a whirl, Jessie tried to remember how she'd seen girls do things like that on TV shows or movies. She wiggled her hips in an amateurish show, her hands waving out on either side.

"Take off the bra," he laughed. "I wanna see those titties of yours."