by Krista Lakes
"I have a business meeting in seventeen minutes,” Mr. Hayes informed her. “You're more important than the meeting, but I should call ahead if I'm going to be late."
"And why, Mr. Hayes, would you be late?" Tracy asked teasingly between kisses. The man was an excellent kisser.
"Well, I wanted to show you exactly who I'd like to go to the dance with," he replied. His eyes were dark with desire.
Tracy looked thoughtful. "Gee, I'm not sure if Jenna Tice can make it here in seventeen minutes." Hayes looked hurt for a moment, so Tracy went on. "I, on the other hand, will be more than happy to let you apologize for wanting to see her."
Hayes gave her a smile, but it was strained. "Don't let it turn into this. John Tice is an old friend of mine. This company would not exist, and I literally would not be the man I am today, if not for him. It would be my privilege to escort his daughter around at the company charity fundraiser. She doesn't hold a candle to you. You're more of a woman than she'll ever be. You're the one that I want to please."
Tracy couldn't help but smile. She knew the words were true, but it was always nice to hear them. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Then please me."
Hayes grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "James? I'm going to run a little over with some damage control. Hand out the packets and let everyone know to have the details on page six memorized by the time I get there." He hung up without waiting for a response and threw his cell phone back in his pocket.
"Damage control? Is that code for some depraved sexual act?" Tracy asked teasingly.
Mr. Hayes looked at her with a smirk. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
Tracy knew exactly what she had in mind. "Wait here," she commanded. She turned around and sashayed over to his desk. When she got there, she lifted her hands under her skirt. It was a knee-length business skirt, nothing special, but she knew he still found it extremely sexy on her. She found her panties and made an exaggerated motion of pulling them down, bending down until her hands were touching the floor. She stepped out of her panties and turned to face him. She sat on his desk and crossed her legs.
"Now, what were you saying about wanting to please me?"
Hayes strode across the room, obviously quite eager to please her in his own way. He was about two feet in front of her when Tracy suddenly yelled, "Stop!" He froze in his tracks. Tracy kicked off her pumps, revealing her bare feet. "Start there."
Hayes fell to his knees and took a foot in his hand. He lovingly kissed the top of her foot, before moving up to her ankle. He switched back and forth between legs as his kisses crawled higher and higher. Tracy started to feel herself moisten as his strong hands began wandering further and further up. He gently pulled Tracy's legs apart as far as the knee-length skirt would allow. As he moved past her knees, his fingers attempted to pull the fabric up. Tracy lifted herself up off the desk, and his fingers brought the skirt up to her waist. His fingernails rubbed her nicely as they ran back down to where he was kissing.
Now that she was no longer restricted by the skirt, she spread her legs completely. She moved her ass to the very edge of the desk, baring her sex for him to see. He lifted her right leg and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to his goal. Her breath began to get heavy as he approached her sweet spot.
She anticipated the feeling of Mr. Hayes' expert tongue giving her pleasure, and she leaned back across her desk, propping herself up on her elbows. The billionaire inched his way up, savoring the taste of her thighs. When he reached her sweet slit, he slowly encircled it, like a shark circling his prey. Tracy's hands went to her breasts through her blouse, her fingers touching her nipples lightly.
Hayes touched his tongue to the bottom of her pussy, right by her opening. Tracy gasped, and he began to lick it with all the fervor of a man in the desert at an oasis. She could feel the hairs of his five o'clock shadow tickling her all around her pussy. Tracy always enjoyed this, but she knew what it led to every time. This time, she decided to let him hurry his way along so that he could get to his meeting. She moved her hand to his hair, pulling him upward. The feeling it gave her to control a billionaire's actions was empowering.
He took the hint immediately, going to work on her clit. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth like a snake's, and with every touch, she found the muscles of her inner thigh twitching with pleasure. She no longer even felt the tickling sensation of his beard, as it faded away with all the other sensations in her body. It was as if she were an extension of her clitoris, only feeling what it felt.
She was climbing towards orgasm fast, unable to slow her climb towards infinity. She let out a series of loud gasps as her toes curled and her fists clenched. She fell off her elbows and laid all the way back on the desk. She arched her hips and closed her eyes as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Hayes kept mercilessly licking at her clit as her muscles shook all over her body. She squeezed her eyes so tightly shut that she saw stars.
Finally, Hayes slowed the pace of his tongue, and she crashed back down to Earth. She let out a sigh of pleasure as he pulled away from her. She watched as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She knew what he had in mind.
As he moved in towards her, she propped herself back up and grabbed onto his cock. She caught it just in time; the head of his cock was already nestled in her labia. He looked at her quizzically.
She smiled at him. "You didn't think I'd actually reward you for your sinful thoughts, did you?"
He looked fiercely at her, a brief look of rage on his face. He continued to push, and Tracy briefly considered letting him, letting his cock fill her completely. She managed to hold fast.
"Tut tut, Mr. Hayes. It wouldn't please me at all for you to just take what you want. What I have has to be given freely, and today, I don't give it freely. You're not completely out of the doghouse yet."
That seemed to get through to him, and he finally relented. He did seem annoyed though. He re-positioned himself in his pants and zipped up his fly, then wiped at his mouth with a wet-nap while Tracy put her panties back on.
"I'll be flying to New York tonight, but I'll be back for our date tomorrow," he said. Desire still lingered in his gray eyes and Tracy was giving serious thought to letting him have his way with her, despite what she had just said.
She nodded. "I just want you to know that your apology is accepted. To show there's no hard feelings, I'll be wearing that black dress that you love. You know the one."
He finally smiled. She stared at his eyes, marveled at the glimmer in them, noting how beautiful they were. Soon, however, she felt the blinding sensation that always happened when she made a link with someone. She had become pretty good at hiding it, and just held her nose like she was going to sneeze. As they walked out of the door to his office, he added, "Make sure you wear your dancing shoes, too."
Chapter 10
Since the accident, Tracy's dreams had become a chaotic mess. She usually dreamed whatever Mr. Hayes was dreaming, but she was occasionally interrupted by the dreams of other people whom she had touched that day. Tonight she found herself in a falling dream, wondering when she would hit the ground. The details were sketchy, and she wasn't nearly as worried as she knew she should be. Before she could even see where the ground was, the scenery changed…
She was now in a much clearer setting, one she had seen many times before. Many of Mr. Hayes' dreams began in his bedroom, and tonight was no different. The bed was bigger than it was in real life, and the details of the rest of the room were fuzzy, but there could be no doubt that this was his room. Mr. Hayes laid on the bed, waiting for something. His cock always seemed larger than life in his dreams, but the rest of his body barely came into focus. These were details he never thought about, she guessed.
Out of the bathroom walked 'Tracy,' or rather what Mr. Hayes dreamed of when he dreamed of Tracy. Tonight, the dream 'Tracy' was wearing the little black dress that she’d promised to wear earlier in the day
. The cowl neck was hanging extra low, showing off breasts that were just a little bigger than hers really were. The already short dress was even shorter in his dream, and was so tight that she’d have to lose ten pounds to even consider putting it on. Of course it looked fantastic on her in his dream. She liked that this was how he saw her.
Her hair was jet black tonight, the bangs falling over her eyes to partially obscure her face. In fact, her face was difficult to make out at all. It was clear that it was her, but it was clear that her body was the focus of the dream.
The dream ‘Tracy’ began to walk towards the bed, but before she could get there, another figure walked out of the bathroom. Tracy chuckled to herself. A common fantasy of Mr. Hayes was bedding two women at once. He’d even broached the subject to her already, and she made it clear that he had better make damn sure it was worth it, because she would make him pay for it afterward.
The figure also walked towards the bed, wearing a similar little black dress, fitting similar to the one ‘Tracy’ wore. Two of me? Tracy thought, chuckling to herself. She stopped laughing when she looked at the other woman's face. It was a young woman's face. She looked angelic, cherubic, with cheeks just chubby enough to be considered cute. Light freckles dotted her face. Her hair was light brown and only highlighted her innocence.
Tracy needed no introduction to know who this was. Jenna Tice. The cute daughter of a major investor who had caused Mr. Hayes' heart to skip a beat at the very mention of her name. Tracy knew that Mr. Hayes liked all women, no matter their age, as long as they were hot. Most of the women he had brought to the restaurant had been younger than Tracy, but not this young. ‘Tracy’ brought ‘Jenna’ in for a kiss. The two of them made out for a moment before Mr. Hayes stood and walked behind ‘Jenna’. ‘Tracy’ stepped back, and ‘Jenna’ leaned over the bed without looking back. Her clothes seemed to dissolve around her, leaving a skinny, pale, young girl. Mr. Hayes grabbed ‘Jenna,’ his hands on her hips. He looked at ‘Tracy’ expectantly. ‘Tracy’ appeared to be turned on. "Fuck her," she commanded him.
Immediately, his clothes seemed to dissolve as well. His erect cock entered her, and ‘Jenna’ moaned with ecstasy. ‘Tracy’ moaned with ecstasy as well, watching the spectacle in front of her.
"Yes, fuck her."
Mr. Hayes' hands rubbed all over ‘Jenna’ from behind her. However, his eyes remained locked on those of ‘Tracy.’
"Harder."
He strove to pound into her even more, and every extra effort seemed to drive all three of them closer to orgasm. The room itself began to dissolve, leaving them all in a black nothingness, floating in space, as they all focused on their own pleasure. Mr. Hayes cried out, and began to loose his seed...
Tracy awoke with a start. She wondered if something had woken Mr. Hayes up from his dream or if she’d just woken up for some other reason. She went to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. She still felt uneasy.
It wasn't that the dream was unpleasant. She had been something of a wildcat in college and even during medical school. There weren't too many women whom she hung out with back then who hadn't made out with a girl for the entertainment of a guy at some point in their life. So it wasn't as if she was disgusted at the thought of her boyfriend fantasizing about her making out with another woman. Mr. Hayes had dreamed of threesomes before and it had never bothered her. It was that the image of Jenna in his dreams had been so clear.
At least the rest of the dream had a meaning that made sense, and it made her smile. Even during his most primal fantasy, to conquer two women at once, he had made it clear that it was part of that fantasy to please Tracy. It was just that, in this dream, the dream ‘Tracy’ had been pleased by him fucking another woman hard.
That was one fantasy of his that would have to stay in his dreams, Tracy thought as she dried her face with a towel. She thought about what it would be like, and decided it wouldn't be so bad. It would even be fun to try something that adventurous with him. Maybe she would let it happen one day, but with some bimbo who meant nothing to him, not Jenna. She knew that her position as his girlfriend was not impossible to topple. Encouraging him to have sex with a woman, a girl, who he'd have to see on a semi-regular basis was something she'd have to avoid.
The idea of a threesome was something she was certainly willing to consider. It'd have to be something that she used infrequently, but she could see making it work for her situation. She thought about doing it the next evening, when they went out for dinner and dancing, but decided that she'd wait until after the Ronald Hayes Cancer Research Charity Ball. Wouldn't want to give him any ideas about trying to bring both Tracy and Jenna.
She brushed her teeth again, and before she knew it, she was back to sleep, dreaming her own dreams.
Tracy looked herself over one last time. No wonder Mr. Hayes likes this dress so much. It does look good on me, she thought. Not quite as good as it had looked on the dream version of her, but it did seem to hug in all the right places. The cowl neck showed off her cleavage to perfection, and it made her hips look fantastic. She still didn't make it to the gym as often as she'd like, but this dress seemed to make all her extra weight melt away.
She was glad she was still a looker. So much of her plan to keep Mr. Hayes interested in her relied on the fact that she was physically attractive, even if she was no model. A dull ache hit her chest as she thought of losing him someday to someone younger. She didn't want to lose him, and it wasn't just because of the money. She really enjoyed his company.
Pushing the negative thoughts out of her head, she strapped her heels on, the ones that were comfy at the end of a long night of dancing. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before walking out the door. She never wanted to be skinny enough to be a runway model, she thought, but maybe a career as a plus sized model wouldn't be so bad.
When she left her apartment, Mr. Hayes was already waiting for her in his black sports car. She always made sure to be ready at least five minutes late for every date, but no more than thirty. It showed him that she was the one in charge. Mr. Hayes had come to expect it, and no longer called to make sure she was coming out.
At the first sight of her, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door. His eyes were on her the entire time, as he drank in the sight of her in the dress. He didn't make eye contact with her until she was within earshot.
"Wow," he said, his gray eyes finally meeting hers. His pupils dilated. "You look spectacular."
She blushed, but at the same time, reveled in the knowledge that she did indeed look spectacular. There would be more than just Mr. Hayes' eyes on her this night. She hoped that she didn't get a connection with too many guys tonight, because she knew that several of them would be dreaming about her in this dress.
She stepped into the car and sat down, and Mr. Hayes got in the driver's seat. He always drove himself. To those who just met him, that might have seemed strange, but to Tracy, it was just another telltale sign that he was a control freak. He was a good driver, though, no mistake about that.
Mr. Hayes opened the center console and set his phone inside before shutting it again. "I've specifically asked not to be disturbed tonight, and nobody knows where we're going. This should be a great night for us."
"Where are we going tonight?" Tracy asked, intrigued. Mr. Hayes never left his phone anywhere.
Mr. Hayes smiled. "At the last minute, James got us tickets to the grand opening of a salsa club. I wasn't kidding about you wearing your dancing shoes."
Tracy smiled back. "As long as they have good dessert, I'll dance all night."
Chapter 11
When they got to the club, there was a line out the door. The event was supposed to be invitation-only, but it looked like they were trying to pack the place. Tracy had gradually come to realize that Mr. Hayes didn't really care what happened to any his cars, just as long as he wasn't in it. It came as no surprise to her that he easily handed the keys over to the valet to park it. They headed to
the door, past the line, and sure enough, "Paul Hayes plus one" was on the list.
The sounds of a live Latin band filled the space. The club owner was just inside, obviously alerted that a VIP had entered. He held out his hand and smiled widely at the billionaire. "Mr. Hayes, come with me. Your table and bottle service are on the second floor, overlooking the entire club."
They went past a second bouncer to a set of stairs that led to a small hallway and balcony that ran around the entire perimeter of the club. Tables lined a railing that looked out across the dance floor. The lighting was dim up there, probably so that the people below couldn't clearly see the people above. Many of the tables were deserted for now, but at least some of them had people, and Tracy couldn't make out any of their faces. At least there was floor lighting, Tracy thought, grateful that she could walk without tripping in front of the hidden guests.
The club owner led them to a corner table with four chairs. There was a bottle of top shelf vodka, a carafe of both orange juice and cranberry juice, and six cans of energy drinks. There were also four glasses and four shot glasses. "If you require anything else, please, let me know. In addition, all the waitresses and bartenders are instructed to give you whatever you need."
Mr. Hayes may have been used to this type of service, but it never got old for Tracy. After the two of them sat down, Mr. Hayes poured a shot for the two of them. "To getting what we want," he toasted. She clinked her shot glass with his and downed it. She never was much of a shots girl, but this vodka was really smooth. She quickly poured herself a screwdriver with the orange juice there and used it to chase as she perused the small menu resting on the table.
"I want to dance," Mr. Hayes said, as he looked over the railing.
"I want dessert," Tracy said, smiling. She pointed to an entry on the menu.
Mr. Hayes chuckled and grabbed the next passing waitress. "My girlfriend and I are going down to dance. When we get back up, we want a chocolate torte waiting for us on the table." The waitress smiled and nodded.
