by Krista Lakes
Jenna kissed Tracy's cheek before turning to leave the restroom. Tracy followed her, watching the girl sashay out. She watched her hips sway from side to side and decided that this was going to be a fun experience.
Chapter 12
"Well, ladies? Another shot?" Mr. Hayes asked, holding up what was left of the bottle. They both nodded and he poured the last of the liquor into the glasses. They clinked glasses and swallowed the bitter liquid. A waitress came by and picked up the empty bottle.
"Can we please get another?" Mr. Hayes asked, catching the waitress's elbow. The waitress's face furrowed and she bit her lip.
"I'm very sorry sir, but the bar has closed. If you would like, I can get the manager and he can unlock the bar..." she said trying to keep him happy. He was a VIP after all. Mr. Hayes frowned, his eyes going dark.
"Paul, I'm sure you have something at your house. My father is always talking about your amazing wine cellar," Jenna interjected, catching Mr. Hayes's attention. The waitress hovered for a moment, looking anxious until Mr. Hayes smiled.
"Jenna, that’s a wonderful suggestion," he grinned drunkenly at Tracy. Tracy nodded and she could practically see him wiggle with excitement. Tracy waved the waitress away, smiling at the look of relief flooding the poor thing's features. She knew what it was like when you couldn’t make a customer happy. She’d been in that situation one too many times herself.
The three of them worked their way to the entrance of the club. Mr. Hayes began looking for his keys before remembering that he’d given them to the valet. He laughed a little too loud and caught the attention of the club owner.
"Mr. Hayes, I hope you had a wonderful time this evening," the owner said, smiling at him. The glazed expression on Mr. Hayes' face revealed just how much he had to drink. The owner steadied the billionaire before speaking. "I would like to offer you the services of the club car to return you to your home. If you would like, I can have your car delivered to you."
"What do you mean the ‘club car’? I only drive myself," Mr. Hayes replied stubbornly. The club owner looked uncomfortable for a moment, but held firm.
"Mr. Hayes, I can't in good conscience let one of my favorite customers drive home drunk. I have been informed that there is a sobriety checkpoint outside the city tonight. I insist on providing you with a way home," the owner said, and stood firm, planting his feet in front of the valet.
"But... it's a forty minute drive to my house!" Mr. Hayes sputtered. His usual calm demeanor was quickly disappearing.
"All the more reason why I can't let you drive. You understand, don't you?" The club owner was starting to look more and more panicked. There was no way he was going to let Mr. Hayes drive, yet he was in danger of losing one of his most influential and important customers.
Luckily, Jenna stepped in. "Oh, Paul, let's just go to my apartment. It's only twelve blocks from here, and the drive won't be so bad. I'll find a way to keep you distracted," Jenna said sweetly. She batted her eyelashes up at him.
Tracy jumped in as well. "Besides, you know how I feel about drunk drivers," she said, rubbing the scar that ran from her eyebrow to her forehead. A souvenir of the time a drunk driver had almost ended her life. "It will be fine."
"You're right." He swallowed hard and nodded slowly.
Tracy could tell he was feeling trapped, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity with Jenna. The club owner wiped a nervous hand across his brow, smiling at the three of them. Until Mr. Hayes was safely into a car, he wouldn't be comfortable.
A large, fancy, black Town Car pulled up to the curb and the driver hurried around to open the door. Jenna squeaked with excitement and climbed into the car, giving the driver her address. Tracy gave Mr. Hayes a gentle push towards the car. He swallowed again, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of getting in a car he wasn't driving. He climbed slowly into the back seat next to Jenna, trying to smile as she jabbered away about how she always enjoyed being chauffeured around as a kid. Tracy smiled at the club owner and slid into the car.
The backseat was just large enough to hold the three passengers comfortably. Mr. Hayes's legs pressed into both Jenna’s and Tracy's knees, but there was enough space that they didn't feel cramped. As the car started rolling forward, Mr. Hayes' hands clenched into balls of tension. He licked his lips nervously, glancing out the windows and down the side streets.
The driver got in the turn lane and stopped for a red light. He pulled out at the green light just as a car blazed through the red light in front of them.
"What do you think you're doing? You are going to get us killed!" Mr. Hayes screamed at the driver. "Get out. I'll drive."
"Sir, I can't allow that. Please sit back and try to relax," the driver said calmly. He took the turn, and the car picked up speed. Mr. Hayes wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Tracy could see perspiration beading on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Jenna was oblivious to Mr. Hayes' obvious discomfort and kept trying to tell him funny stories about her prep school days. He gave her an empty smile, his eyes darting wildly around the cabin of the car.
"You need to be in the other lane. Did you even see that other car? I'm complaining to your supervisor," Mr. Hayes growled at the driver. His hands were white knuckled on his knees. Tracy put a hand on his. She could feel every muscle of his body tense and ready to run. His skin was cold and clammy. She could tell that it was only through sheer force of will that he hadn't jumped out of the car. She had never seen him look so nervous. If she didn't know better, she would have said he looked panicky and terrified. She never thought she would ever see Mr. Hayes look afraid of anything. It broke her heart to see him so distressed.
Tracy turned to Jenna. "Jenna, I think Mr. Hayes needs a little distraction." Tracy pulled Mr. Hayes' face towards hers and kissed him, deeply. He did seem to forget for a moment about not being in control, and ran his hand up her side. Jenna openly stared at them, her lower lip taut between her teeth. "Now, Jenna, why don't you distract him for a moment?"
Jenna smiled like a kid in a candy store, and threw herself at Mr. Hayes. While Tracy's kiss had been slow and sensual, Jenna's kiss was hungry and messy, like they were two teenagers parked at Lover's Lane. It was a stark contrast.
Tracy leaned in, and grabbed Jenna's chin. "This might distract you as well," she said, and leaned across Mr. Hayes, locking lips with Jenna. Tracy noticed how soft Jenna's lips were. Her youthful energy didn't subside for the kiss with Tracy, and soon her tongue was darting in and out of Tracy's mouth. Tracy's hand went to Jenna's hair, tasting the sweetness of Jenna's last drink and her lip gloss.
The kiss was working as a distraction, as the two women stole glances at Mr. Hayes. His eyes were fixed on them, and he was definitely excited. The whites of his eyes no longer flashed and his hands were relaxing against his legs. She wondered how far this kiss was going to go in order to keep him distracted.
She didn't need to worry, after all. For whatever reason, the car swerved. Tracy suspected that there was something in the road or another driver that needed to be avoided. Either way, the driver turned sharply, and Mr. Hayes was released from his trance. "Damn it, you are the worst driver I have ever seen. How did you even get this job?"
The driver didn't even look back, didn't even provide an excuse this time. Jenna kissed Mr. Hayes' cheek, tried to pull him in for another kiss, but his eyes were fixed on the road. The tension was back in his jaw and his eyes flitted around the car cabin looking for the best escape route. The moment was over. They'd have to wait until they got to Jenna's apartment to do any more.
Mr. Hayes nearly bowled Tracy over when the car came to a stop in front of Jenna's high rise apartment building. He bolted out of the car and onto the curb. Tracy could hear him breathing hard as he headed towards the steps. Putting his life in the driver's hands, a complete stranger, was torture for him.
Jenna giggled as she exited the car, still tipsy from the club. "Oh, this place gets bigger every time I come home!"
Jenna said, dancing up the stairs. Tracy handed the driver some money and thanked him. She knew that there was no way Mr. Hayes was going to tip him despite the fact that he had done his job well. At least money wasn't an issue for her anymore. She would just get more from him later to make up for it.
By the time that she turned back to the building, the doorman had the door open and Jenna was on her way in. "I love the marble floors of the lobby, too!" She spun in circles, nearly colliding with a man exiting the building. Tracy watched her youthful energy. Tracy knew that she was still young as well, but could she keep up with this?
Mr. Hayes followed, seeming to forget the horrible car ride over here. It did look like it had sobered him up a little bit, though. He was no longer swaying as he walked, now fixated on Jenna as she playfully made her way to the elevator. The three of them got in, and Jenna pushed the button to the top floor. Tracy felt Mr. Hayes began to rub her backside, and she looked over to see that he was doing the same to Jenna. This was definitely going to be a night he never forgot.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jenna skipped down the hall towards her apartment. Mr. Hayes was right behind her, but Tracy caught his arm. He looked at her, questioning.
Tracy smiled. "Enjoy yourself tonight, but don't forget: this is a one time experience. Don't make any promises you can't keep."
Mr. Hayes smiled and nodded. Jenna opened the door to her apartment, and immediately took her shoes off, throwing them in the closet with what looked like a hundred others. "Those shoes are pretty, but they hurt my feet!" she said matter-of-factly. She danced over to the kitchen and got three glasses and a bottle of champagne.
Mr. Hayes finally seemed to have recovered from the trip over. "Why don't we skip the champagne and you give us a tour of your place?"
Jenna smiled and put down the bottle. "Maybe we'll open this later," she said with a smile. Grabbing Tracy's hand, she seemed to dance her way through her apartment, her bare feet barely touching the ground.
Tracy noticed that she wasn't actually showing them the apartment, going straight for the bedroom instead. That was fine with her.
When they stepped into the bedroom, Mr. Hayes wrapped her arms around Jenna's waist from behind. Jenna's smile beamed across the room. This was her dream, Tracy realized. She had probably had a crush on Mr. Hayes for the past ten years, ever since her father invested in his company. Now, she was finally going to have him.
Jenna turned around, her hands going to Mr. Hayes' face. He leaned in, kissing her fiercely. She squeaked, obviously not expecting him to be so forward. As his mouth went down to her neck, sucking on her, she moaned. "Paul..."
Tracy didn't want to be the third wheel throughout this entire experience, so she moved behind Jenna. She quickly unzipped the zipper, and the sweetheart-cut dress fell to the floor immediately. Jenna's small breasts were exposed, her cute nipples perky and obviously stimulated. Jenna worked Mr. Hayes' dress shirt open, her hands running over his pecs.
Tracy stepped back and admired at the sight. The strong, muscular billionaire. The petite, flawless younger woman. It's like something she would read in a paperback romance novel. Fortunately, she was here to make sure this didn't turn into a romance. It needed to stay strictly in the erotica genre. The romance was for Tracy. However, she was definitely going to have a good time tonight.
She moved behind Mr. Hayes and pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, then forcefully turned him around. He wasted no time, rubbing his hands all over Tracy's body through the dress. Jenna stayed behind him, rubbing her body against his back and her hands against his chest.
Mr. Hayes' hands went to the back of Tracy's neck, lifting the strap of her cowl neck dress and letting it slide off her body. As the dress fell off her breasts, Mr. Hayes looked at her with hungry eyes. Tracy appreciated the attention; even with the slender brunette behind him, he still had the courtesy to check her out.
Mr. Hayes buried his face in her breasts, his stubble rubbing pleasantly against them. His kisses went all the way down her belly, and he fell to his knees in front of her.
Jenna giggled a little bit. "Why don't you go sit on the bed, and the two of us will get on our knees for you?" Mr. Hayes broke out in a grin, stood up, and did as he was told. He laid on the bed, and Jenna was in front of him in a heartbeat. As Tracy removed her heels, Jenna worked Mr. Hayes' pants down, removing his shoes and socks dutifully. Finally, Jenna put her fingers in his boxers and worked them down, marveling at the cock she revealed.
She looked at Tracy, briefly, a tinge of jealousy in her eyes. Then she gestured for Tracy to join her in front of him. Tracy smiled and knelt next to her. Jenna rubbed her fingers up Tracy's back, eventually going to Tracy's face. As she grabbed Tracy's chin, the two moved in, a light kiss on each other's lips. Tracy watched as Mr. Hayes' cock went from half-erect to straight-as-an-arrow in a heartbeat.
Jenna must have noticed too, because she came in for even more of a kiss, their breasts brushing against each other lightly. Tracy had never gone quite this far with another woman, but it was far from unpleasant. The two of them made out for a few more moments before Jenna broke away, her eyes feasting on the cock in front of them.
Jenna moved in, grabbing his dick and taking it in her mouth. Tracy ran her nails lightly up Jenna's back, and Jenna shivered slightly in pleasure. She moved up and down, obviously with a lot of practice at this kind of thing. Tracy smiled. Maybe she wasn't as sweet and innocent as she looked, and maybe Mr. Hayes might be in for more of a treat than he had even expected.
Tracy got in on the action as well, and Mr. Hayes was given a show that he was sure to never forget. Jenna’s tongue licked one side of his rod, while Tracy licked the other. The two women moved their tongues all over his dick, sometimes meeting, but always keeping Mr. Hayes' pleasure in mind.
Tracy grabbed Mr. Hayes' dick and Jenna's head, pushing her onto it. "You take over," she said, and Jenna did exactly that. Tracy got on the bed, pushing Mr. Hayes down onto the bed. She worked her way up the bed, sitting on Mr. Hayes' stomach. She leaned down to kiss him, and whispered in his ear. "Don't forget. I can only please you if you please me."
Mr. Hayes smiled, clearly on Cloud Nine while his dick was being sucked. Tracy turned around, putting her ass in Mr. Hayes' face. As she worked her way to a good 69 position, she lightly grabbed Jenna's hair, moving the young girl's head up and down. She felt as Mr. Hayes slipped her panties to the side and buried his face in her warm sex. She moaned, "Mr. Hayes." Jenna looked up and smiled. She grabbed Mr. Hayes' cock and pointed it at Tracy, who stuck it in her mouth with pleasure. Jenna stood up and removed her panties, revealing a cute landing strip patch of hair.
Jenna moved up, running her nails over Tracy's back as Tracy had just done to her. She ran her fingers lightly over her ass before running them through Mr. Hayes' hair. She giggled, then Tracy heard her say, "I can't wait to see you make her come."
With that, Mr. Hayes increased his efforts. Tracy felt his tongue move into overdrive as he began to concentrate on her clit. She lifted her head up, lifted her whole body up, until she was practically sitting on his face. He never paused, never slowed down, just kept flicking his tongue against that clit. Jenna stood next to her, and ran her fingers from her side to her front, then up. As her fingers touched her nipples, Tracy brought her hands up and held Jenna's hands against her, cupping her breasts. She leaned back and kissed Jenna, a deep kiss, before the pleasure overwhelmed her.
She leaned back, every muscle tensed, before the dam of her orgasm broke. Every muscle spasmed as the electricity of her orgasm shocked her, as her two lovers touched her as she'd never quite been touched before. The intensity of the orgasm ebbed and flowed, like an electric current, and when it finally subsided, she was spent.
"I've always wanted to know how this felt," Jenna whispered as Tracy rolled off of Mr. Hayes.. He smiled, and moved all the way onto the bed, his head on the pillows. In an instant, Jenna was on him. Tracy heard Mr. Hayes and Jenna gas
p together as she lowered her soaking pussy onto his rod.
She began bouncing on him, really looking youthful as her energy worked herself into him. All of a sudden, he put his hand on her back and brought her down. She continued to writhe against him, and he whispered in her ear. "You're on the pill, right?"
She blushed and froze. "Of course, Paul. A girl has to take every precaution nowadays."
Tracy bit her lip. She believed Jenna, but she knew that for Mr. Hayes to ask, he intended to come inside Jenna. Should she stop it?
She didn't need to worry. As Jenna started to grind on his cock again, she ran her hands through her hair. "Oh, it's going to be so hot to watch you come inside your girlfriend."
Tracy smiled. Jenna knew the most tactful way for her to say "There's no way you're going to come inside me" without actually saying it.
Mr. Hayes smiled, understanding loud and clear. His hands moved to her ass, and he started to thrust in her quickly. Tracy watched as Jenna squeaked at every deep thrust within her. This was better than any porn she had ever watched.
Mr. Hayes let go of her ass and she straightened back up, writhing like a snake on his cock. As she gyrated her hips in circles, Tracy came up behind her, wrapping her hands around her body to grab her perky little tits. Jenna leaned back, running her fingers through Tracy's hair. Mr. Hayes ran his hands up Jenna's body, eventually going to Tracy's body.
Suddenly, Tracy ran her fingers up Jenna's back, eventually grabbing a fistful of Jenna's hair and pulling slightly. It was a little out of character for her, but she heard Jenna gasp and she knew that she tightened up, because Mr. Hayes gasped as well. Tracy pulled the hair from Jenna's ear and whispered. "Why don't you let Mr. Hayes have a taste of that pussy?"
Jenna giggled a little, and when Tracy let go of her hair, she lifted herself from Mr. Hayes' cock. She crawled over Mr. Hayes and turned around, in a 69 position. Mr. Hayes wrapped his arms around Jenna's slender legs and began to lick.
