Tracy woke up a few hours later, feeling as if she couldn’t move. She might as well have been immobile, with all the wires on her and the IV in her. A nurse was in the room with her, and soon a doctor came to visit her.
"Do you know how lucky you are, Tracy?" His tone was familiar, and she recognized him as one of her professors from medical school. Just one more reminder of my fuck ups, she thought.
"Please, tell me how lucky I am," she said sarcastically, tenderly poking at the bandage on her head with a finger.
He sighed. He clearly thought that this was all her fault. "You're bruised up pretty badly, but there's nothing broken. We were concerned about the head injury, but I think that even the scarring should go away pretty soon."
She groaned a curse. A nice, scarred up face was a great way to ensure that she'd get less tips. She poked at the bandage again, this time wincing at the sting from the pressure.
"Hey, don't do that," he snapped at her. Then he shook his head. "You've seriously got a guardian angel looking out for you."
She stared at the expensive medical equipment beeping around her. Someone paged a doctor overhead. This was a total nightmare.
"And how much is this guardian angel going to cost me?" she asked. Of course, she knew that the doctor had no idea. He didn't know she didn't have insurance. She had just been dropped from the school's health insurance and hadn't been able to afford any coverage since then.
"Well, we'll worry about that in the morning,” he said, trying to sound comforting. “For now, you need to get some rest."
"Please let the nurse know that I need my clothes and purse," Tracy said. "I can't stay here."
The doctor froze. "You have to stay here for observation tonight. With a head injury that severe, we have to make sure that-"
Tracy cut him off. "Unless you're paying for it, or unless you want to call the police to keep me here against my will, I'm leaving. I'm a waitress, and a night here will cost me weeks of salary. I cannot afford to stay here."
He sighed, then scribbled on his clipboard. She knew he was writing something like Patient Combative or Not Responsible for Injury or something like that. She didn't care. She just had to get out of there.
A long taxi ride (the price of which hurt her bruised pocketbook even more) brought her back home. She wondered how she would ever fall asleep being in as much pain as she was. But when the taxi dropped her off, she realized she could barely keep her eyes open. Must have been that pain medication they gave me, she thought.
She managed to get inside and lock the door before stumbling to her bedroom and falling into bed. Instantly asleep, she dreamed strange dreams for a while, but eventually fell into a deep slumber.
Tracy called in sick, or rather injured, to work the next day, but she knew she couldn’t take much time off. She agreed to come back in on Friday and Saturday night to make up for it, and she knew she’d be doing that an awful lot over the next few months. Kiss my social life goodbye, she thought to herself. She did her best to just lay in bed for the next three days, only moving to get food or go to the bathroom. Her dreams got stranger and stranger while she avoided human contact.
On Friday night, she rousted herself out of bed, took some pain medication, and made it to work only fifteen minutes late. The manager, while mostly an uncaring prick, let it slide this one time, making it clear he thought he was doing her a huge favor. A great way to start the night, she thought.
She was mostly slow and stiff doing her job, but she could do it. All of her bruises were gone. She had pulled her stitches out this morning, taking great care to do it the way she had learned to do it in medical school. Still, she had a small scar that ran from the edge of her right eyebrow to the middle of her forehead. It wasn’t too noticeable, and, in fact, she thought it looked kind of cool. She had thrown a little blush on to mask it, but otherwise she didn’t think it hurt her appearance at all.
She was a little slow serving each of her first customers, but soon she was back into the swing of things, with just a little creak of pain here and there. At about eight, Mr. Hayes came in with a new young woman on his arm, a brunette who had a body to die for. Tracy showed the two of them to their table, and Mr. Hayes' date quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom while Tracy went to take the billionaire’s order.
"Tonight, our wine pairing is-" Tracy started.
Mr. Hayes cut her off. "Tracy, I hope you don't mind. When I heard what happened to you, I called the hospital to make sure that you were okay. The doctor wouldn't give me any information, but when they said that I couldn't come visit you, I assumed the worst." The way he made eye contact with her made it clear that he really cared, at least a little bit. He broke that eye contact to do a quick once-over of Tracy. "I'm happy to say that you still look fantastic."
"Oh, thank you," Tracy said with a blush. "I’m actually fine, sir. I must be made of steel," she joked.
"You know, if any of your medical bills are going to be an issue, I have a friend or two at the local Chamber of Commerce who might be able to help you out."
"Really?" she asked, maybe with a little too much hope in her voice.
"Yes, really. Why don’t you come back to my place with my date and I tonight? In the morning, we can talk it over."
The tone of his voice betrayed exactly what they’d be "talking" about if she went home with him. Tracy’s hopes instantly deflated. It wasn’t that she didn't want to have sex with him, but she knew that if she went home with him tonight, she'd just be used up and thrown away in the morning. Who knew if he even had the connections he claimed to have? There was no doubt that he’d somehow pressure her into sleeping with him, and probably also with this other woman, if she went home with him.
"I’m sorry, I’ve got to get home early tonight. Doctor’s orders. Maybe another night?" she asked, hoping it wouldn’t come to that.
He honestly sounded a little disappointed by her answer. "Yes, of course. Another time." He looked down at his menu, then his eyes slowly crept up Tracy’s body. This time, he really was checking her out, as if taking a panoramic snapshot. Tracy let it happen, of course. After all, he was probably going to be her biggest tipper of the night, but it still felt demeaning.
She expected him to stop at her tits, but he kept going, and they locked eyes again. Suddenly, Tracy felt a blinding flash from behind her eyes, and nearly lost her balance. She closed her eyes until the sensation went away, and opened them again when she heard his voice.
"Are you okay?" he asked, the real concern back in his voice.
"Yeah, just a little headache," she said, unsure of what had just happened.
"Well, you make sure to take care of yourself. Think over my offer. I would love to help you out," he said, his emphasis clear. His date returned from the bathroom, and Tracy took their appetizer and wine order.
The rest of the night went pretty much normally. The way the young bimbo looked at him, Tracy could tell that the girl was going to sleep with him that night. Knowing him, he’d probably be dumping her in the morning. Tracy didn't feel sorry for the woman, but she was glad that it wasn't her.
At least tonight.
At some point, she looked over at his table and saw that he had left the restaurant without saying goodbye. He was probably so eager to tear into that sweet young thing that he hadn't stuck around any longer than he had to. She honestly hoped he had a great night, but now that he was gone, her energy seemed to leave her body. Either that or the pain medication was making her drowsy. She begged off the rest of the night, then went straight back home and went to bed.
Her dreams started fitfully, making no real sense. She remembered flying through space, a bunch of plus signs coming out of nowhere, some swirls of light, and then:All of a sudden her dream became crystal clear. She was in a room, and the lights were dim. She looked down but only saw the floor where her feet should have been. I guess I’m just a disembodied set of eyes, she thought to herself. She looked around and saw a king-sized bed. She saw Mr. Hayes on it, naked. His details were fuzzier than the rest of the dream world, but she could still see his six-pack abs and huge pectorals.A woman sauntered out of the bathroom, dressed in black lingerie. Tracy looked closer and saw that the woman was her. Well, maybe not quite, but at least a close representation of her. Her hair was much darker, and her stare was much more intense than anything she could pull off. Other than that, it was her face and body. She came out and walked right to the foot of the bed. His eyes were fixated on her
Tracy spent the weekend trying to decide what to do with this new information. She felt in her heart that the dream was a thought she had shared with Mr. Hayes, a real thing that he wished for. She now knew exactly what he wanted, what no woman had been able to deliver, but she was torn on what to do next. Should she compromise her ideals and sleep with Mr. Hayes in order to get ahead in life?Technically, she served people what they wanted all the time in a restaurant. What was the difference between that and serving a man what he wanted sexually? Her pride was in the way, she knew.Even more than that, she had doubts. What if her head injury caused her to have this vivid dream, and the feeling she got was just a hallucination? What if this was a real psychic link, but the real Mr. Hayes wouldn't give up control? Plenty of people had fantasies that they had no intention of ever carrying out, and this might be one of them.No, she decided. He came in with a different girl every week b
When she first saw his mansion, she almost whistled. It was at least twice as big as she would have guessed, and was located right on the beach. It had to be a ten million dollar house. He parked the car in the garage, and they went inside.The butler was waiting for him. So, I guess he does have some people that do things for him, she thought. He didn't seem too surprised to see Mr. Hayes with a different woman than the one he left with, but he probably saw a lot of that while working here. He said a quick greeting and then disappeared.Paul and Tracy went upstairs. The bedroom was at the end of a long hallway, and Tracy made sure to remember how to get back out the main door.When he opened the door to the bedroom, she had her confirmation that their connection was no hallucination. It was, more or less, the same bedroom as the one in the dream. The big bed was definitely the same, and the giant brass headboard. Every detail looked like she remembered.Once inside the bedroom, Mr. H
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 att
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