She woke up around noon. She was exhausted, but she knew there were things to be done. Her friend offered to be her taxi for the day after hearing the story of her night, and she accepted.
She went into work and apologized to her manager for walking out on work. She claimed that Mr. Hayes had insisted she leave with him, and that she had felt that it was best for the restaurant if she went with him. The manager said he understood, but that she wouldn't get credit for the time she had worked prior to that. He also said that he gave away her shift that evening. It seemed like revenge to Tracy, but he claimed he had no idea if she had quit or not. She could start up again Sunday night.
No worries, she thought. With any luck I won't be here long enough to care. As she left the restaurant in her friend's car, she noticed a black sedan pull out behind them. She couldn't be sure, but she figured that there was no real point in trying to hide from a billionaire anyway. Even if this was an attempt to track her, there was almost zero chance he was in the car himself. After all, he had a business to run. He probably had hired goons who did all sorts of clandestine stuff for him, so tailing her would be a piece of cake. She had her friend drive her back to her place.
About four blocks away from her apartment, the car made a turn that would bring it back to the highway. Maybe I was wrong, she thought. The thought quickly passed when she got home and saw a similar sedan parked directly across the street from her apartment complex. She sighed, knowing that it'd be a life without privacy until she gave Mr. Hayes what he wanted.
When she got home, she carefully inspected the door. It looked like it hadn't been tampered with, but she decided that she would be careful in this place for the foreseeable future. She felt as if on one hand, it was impossible for him to try anything, considering how much he was in the public eye. On the other hand, with as much money as he had, anything was possible.
She looked at her computer. Who knew what he was capable of? Her passwords were all pretty good, but what if he had a virus on her computer? What if he had a keylogger attached somewhere where she couldn't find it.
Stop it, you're being paranoid, she chided herself. She decided she didn't really want to stick around here all that much anyway, so she went down to the local library. The black sedan didn't follow, but she had no idea what she'd be looking for if she were being followed on foot.
When Tracy got to the library, she quickly checked her email. Nothing suspicious, no "your password has been reset" emails from the various websites she was a part of, no emails that were marked "read" that should have been marked "unread". She breathed a sigh of relief. She may have had to call this whole thing off if he had proved too stalkerish.
While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut off at any time, truly giving him all the power, even though the illusion was that the dominatrix was in charge. Tracy was in unexplored territory, a stranger in a strange land. The more she read, the more she thought she was stumbling around in the dark, and that her success up to this point had been a fluke, even with her new power to enter Mr. Hayes' dreams.
She stayed late at the library, reading one book after another and trying to figure out what her next move would be. If someone is following me, she thought, they'd be bored out of their mind by now. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her head. They'd also know that she was doing research on how to sexually dominate their boss, and she didn't want that information to get back to him. She took a quick look around, and then quickly put the book back on the shelf.
She knew she couldn't check out any book on the subject, but maybe she'd come back again tomorrow. The walk home in the dark was a little stressful, and she felt her most vulnerable, but she made it home just fine. She checked her apartment one last time for tampering, found none, and drifted off to sleep.
***
The dreams that evening were much gentler, much more filled with a desire to please. In each of them, Tracy saw herself on a different type of date. In every one of them, he did things for her that you’d never get on a regular date. While on a picnic, a helicopter dropped off her favorite flowers from a distant country. Chocolate made in Bavaria. A ride on the Autobahn.
In another dream, Mr. Hayes rented out a theater to show her favorite movie for just the two of them. In each of the dreams, ‘Tracy’ went from being ice cold to being very warm, smiling, and open to his advances. It was clear that she was always pleased by whatever he had done, but whatever he did was always possible because of his money. Tracy knew exactly what to do to keep this game going a little longer.
When she woke up the next morning, Tracy immediately took out her vibrator. She would need her mind clear during this evening’s events, so she needed to get all of her sexual tension out right away. As she switched it on, she thought of Mr. Hayes’ bulging biceps wrapped around her, his massive cock filling her completely. Orgasms came quickly and easily for her today, and afterward, she found herself completely energized and ready to tackle the day.She called the number on her hospital bill to check on the total. It came as no surprise when she was told that her remaining balance was zero, and that the hospital appreciated her business. Her mind turned to this evening. If she played her cards right, she’d be one step closer to not having to worry about any of her bills.She arrived right on time for her shift, and began to seat customers. It was a Sunday night, so she’d expect it to be pretty slow usually, but today it seemed a little busier than usual. She got into the swing of thin
Mr. Hayes took off his coat and threw it on a chair, then walked toward her. "How did I do tonight?" he asked, obviously a little nervous. Tracy smiled. Even though he was a couple years older than she was, he was still a guy in his late-20s, and his lack of confidence in this situation was apparent.She did have him just where she wanted him. As he wrapped his hands around her, she said, "I’ll put it this way. No man has ever pleased me the way you have tonight," she said.She could feel him start to get hard. "Like you said the other night, once you’ve been pleased…" He smiled at her, a wolfish grin, before continuing, "...then I can be pleased.""Mmm, that’s not quite what I said," she objected. "I said that it was more important that I got what I wanted, and that I didn’t think that you could please me. You, Mr. Hayes, have started to please me, and I am pleasantly surprised."He came in, right next to her, and moved in for a kiss. She let him take it, kissing him back for a few m
When all evidence of their encounter was gone, and they were both fully dressed, Mr. Hayes moved in for another kiss. Tracy let it come, and didn’t pull away. They made out for a minute or so, before Mr. Hayes asked, "So when can we do this again?"Tracy smiled. She’d been waiting for this moment. "You’re so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me." She pulled out a stack of envelopes, held together by a rubber band. She moved close to him."I’m going to tell you how this is going to go, and it's up to you to decide if you want to keep going or not, if you really want to please me. First, you’re going to pay off all these credit card bills. It’s a drop in the bucket for you, but it’s the very last step you need to take before I’m ready to take this to the next level.""Consider it done," he said without hesitation, moving in for another kiss. She stopped him."When that’s complete, and not a moment before, you’re going to take me on a date. Not quite the same kind of date y
Tracy checked her computer when she got home. She figured that since Mr. Hayes was going to get what he wanted, her computer was probably okay to use now. Sure enough, every credit card bill was paid off. Her student loans remained, but the payments on those would be manageable with a clean credit slate. She looked at the clock and saw that it was three o'clock already. She had best not keep the billionaire waiting.She got in the shower, dizzy with happiness now that her debt problems were over. She thought of how much she had enjoyed this, and slowly, she moved the shower head down. When the water hit her clit, her mouth opened in wordless pleasure.She thought of Mr. Hayes, touching her, kissing her, his desire palpable. She had resisted him for so long, longer than she had thought possible, but she had done it. All her hard work had paid off, and tonight, she was in for the sexual experience of her lifetime. She came hard, legs buckling a little with the force of it...At 7:04 she
When they returned home, he opened her car door for her. By now, she was practically giddy with the thought of him making love to her, so when he leaned in for a kiss, she was eager and ready. They kissed passionately before he broke away and led her inside by the hand. They walked straight up to the bedroom, her heels slowing her down, making the wait a little longer than she thought she could stand. When they finally got in the room, his hands were on her in a flash. They kissed again, and then he broke away from her. "Have I pleased you?"She knew this was an important question to him, so she backed away and pretended to think about it. "You have pleased me more than any other man ever has. I'm beginning to think your reputation as a competent businessman might cross over to a reputation as a gentleman."He smiled and began to get closer. "BUT," she said with the sternest voice she could muster, and it stopped him in his tracks. "There's one more thing you have to do to please me."
A new apartment. A new car. No need to go to her job. Extra spending money and no bills.Being the girlfriend of a billionaire wasn't a bad thing at all. Tracy had often laughed at the women Mr. Hayes had brought into the restaurant, knowing that they were only after his money. She had thought them shallow and stupid.Only now she could see why they wanted him so badly. The extravagant life was far better than she had imagined. Just the simple things, like not having to worry if buying an extra can of green beans was going to cause overdraft fees, were intoxicating.Not to mention the sex. It was amazing. Being able to see into Mr. Hayes' dreams gave her insight into what he really wanted- what he truly desired. It was empowering and more fun than she could have imagined to be able to give a man like him exactly what he wanted. She often found that it gave her more pleasure than she ever thought possible.Mr. Hayes treated her like a goddess, and the sexual pleasure he gave her sent h
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 d
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 'Trac