A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 457 457: You Perform, I Play Along

After Boone Jacobson left.

Hadley Grant's slender, fair fingers began to wander among the teacups.

It was an authentic tea ceremony.

Soon, a cup of freshly brewed tea was placed in front of Dirk Carter.

"I heard that Minister Carter is from Serenity State, and people from Serenity are naturally good tea drinkers. Minister Carter, would you help me taste it?"

Hadley Grant said.

Dirk Carter smiled and said, "People from Serenity do love tea, but I'm an exception. To me, all tea tastes the same, no matter how expensive it is; I can't really describe it."

"Minister Carter, you're so straightforward,"

Hadley Grant complimented.

Seeing Dirk Carter finish the cup.

She picked up the teacup and added a little more for Dirk Carter.

When she delivered it to Dirk Carter, her hand suddenly slipped, the cup dropped from her hand, crashed onto the table, and the tea inside splashed out.

It fell precisely on Dirk Carter's lap.

A large area got wet.

Hadley Grant looked alarmed.

Quickly standing up, she grabbed a towel, saying apologetically, "Minister Carter, I'm so sorry, I was too careless. Let me wipe it for you..."

"No, no, I'll do it myself."

Dirk Carter wanted to take the towel from Hadley Grant's hand.

But she wouldn't let him.

She walked around the coffee table, came in front of Dirk Carter, and knelt between his legs, starting to wipe the wet area with the towel.

To say the least.

The posture was quite suggestive.

After all, it was the most sensitive area.

As Hadley Grant wiped, inevitably applying too much pressure once or twice, she touched something underneath Dirk Carter's pants.

No need to guess, it was intentional on her part.

Moreover, Hadley Grant's dress was transparent, and from above, Dirk Carter could see her breasts swaying vigorously with her wiping motions. In such a seductive scene, Dirk Carter inevitably had some reaction.

Hadley Grant naturally felt the slow hardening sensation in her hand.

She looked up and said apologetically, "Minister Carter, it won't dry here. There's a small room behind the booth. Why don't you go in and change? Savor House has pants prepared specifically for guests, and after dinner, they should be dry."

"No need, it's fine,"

Dirk Carter said.

Hadley Grant thought Dirk Carter was just being reserved.

After all, his words didn't match what was in his pants.

She quickly pouted, putting on a pitiful look, squeezing out a couple of tears, and said, "Minister Carter must be blaming me for being so clumsy. Little Grant has already apologized."

This kind of flirting, how could Dirk Carter not see through it?

Since everyone is acting, he might as well play along.

He could also see what they were really up to.

He let out a long sigh and said, "Alright then, I should change."

Hadley Grant's face lit up with joy.

She stood up.

Bowed and said, "Minister Carter, please follow me."

With her guidance, the two arrived behind a screen.

Sure enough, there was a small door.

Once opened.

A lavishly decorated bedroom appeared.

Not only was there a bed with fresh linens, but also a cabinet, sofa, and television, all well-equipped.

Hadley Grant opened the cabinet.

Took out a pair of pajama pants.

She said, "Minister Carter, these pajama pants are brand new and have been disinfected. You can change your pants, and I'll have someone dry them."

After speaking.

She turned and stood in front of Dirk Carter, saying, "Minister Carter, let Little Grant help you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay, this was Little Grant's mistake, it's my duty."

One insisted on helping, the other refused.

Little Grant wasn't so easily deterred.

In the midst of their struggle, Little Grant's foot slipped, and with a soft cry, she fell straight towards Dirk Carter.

Due to inertia, they fell onto the bed together.

In an instant, soft fragrance filled his arms.

Little Grant and Dirk Carter facing each other, nose almost touching, the scene was indeed quite suggestive.

"Minister Carter, can Little Grant serve you well?"

Little Grant softly said.

Dirk Carter stared intently, asking, "How does Miss Little Grant plan to serve?"

"Whatever kind of service Minister Carter wants, Little Grant can provide. What women outside can do, Little Grant can do, and what women outside cannot do, Little Grant can still do."

"Oh? I'm quite interested in what women outside cannot do."

Dirk Carter said.

That's precisely the effect Little Grant wanted.

She softly asked, "Minister Carter, would you like to see?"

"I would love to."

Dirk Carter replied.

Little Grant exerted some force.

Then she climbed up from Dirk Carter's body.

First, she took off her high heels, stepping barefoot onto the carpet.

Next.

She pressed a button on the wall. A steel pole slowly rose from the position in front of the window, stopping only when it met a groove in the ceiling.

Little Grant grabbed the steel pole with one hand.

As the music started playing.

Little Grant began to sway her body.

The flexibility of her body was indeed beyond ordinary people's reach.

The music gradually became more upbeat.

Little Grant's movements also became more wild.

Then, the transparent "silk" on her body slid to the floor piece by piece, leaving only a loose-fitting bellyband and a palm-sized thong between her legs.

Dirk Carter thought that disrobing to this extent marked the end.

Who knew it was not over at all.

Her hand reached to her back, gently tugging at the strings tied carelessly together.

The red bellyband fell to the ground in response.

Two round, firm breasts were revealed.

The only remaining covering below was similarly tied with two strings.

With the motion of her body.

It too fell to the floor.

In an instant.

Little Grant was completely bare.

The Black Forest was fully trimmed, and the smooth mystery like a white tiger seemed to be beckoning Dirk Carter.

The prelude was complete.

The real pole dance began.

Little Grant exerted some force.

Her body lifted into the air.

Along with the rhythm of the music, her sensuous body moved up and down the pole, striking many intense poses.

It should be noted that these moves were quite wide-ranging.

In such vigorous motion, those two white bunnies bounced and swayed vigorously on her chest.

To show her allure.

Little Grant would occasionally stretch her legs in a full split towards Dirk Carter, exposing her most mysterious area to him without reservation.

After four or five minutes of the intense music concluded.

Little Grant slowly descended from the pole.

Then, gentle music began to play.

Little Grant, tiptoeing, gracefully walked towards Dirk Carter sitting on the bed, took his hand, and pulled him up.

Her body, like a serpent, twisted against Dirk Carter, purposely rubbing her chest against him.

One hand slid down Dirk Carter's neck, pressing against his damp pants, her lips whispering enticingly in his ear.

Just as her fingers were about to unzip Dirk Carter's pants.

Dirk Carter suddenly caught her hand.

He looked towards the TV and said, "Mr. Jacobson, I've played along with your entertainment, seen what I've seen, which is already enough courtesy. If there's nothing else you need today, I'd like to take my leave..."