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 things, but she kept looking toward the door for Mr. Hayes. Sure enough, about eight, he arrived. There was no girl on his arm tonight. Tracy smiled as he caught her eye, and greeted him warmly. "Hello, Mr. Hayes! May I interest you in your usual seat?"
He looked confused for a moment, but then Tracy guessed that he decided to play along. "Yes, of course. I’ll take a wine menu as well." She grabbed a food and wine menu and led him to his table.
After he sat down at his usual booth, he smiled at Tracy. "I don’t know if you’ve checked with the hospital yet, but I’ve taken care of everything." He was obviously quite pleased with himself.
Tracy smiled back. "I did, actually. It pleases me deeply to be taken care of like that." Her extra emphasis on the word 'pleases' got an obvious rise out of Mr. Hayes. He began to look her up and down, probably imagining what she’d look like with that set of lingerie on again. She hadn't worn it again today, and was glad, because she had a long shift left ahead of her. She recomposed herself as a waitress.
"Our soup of the day is lobster bisque, and if you’d like I can have the sommelier bring you out your usual bottle of wine," she said, as if today were just another day and he were just another customer.
He looked a little crestfallen, and she didn’t want him leaving, so she quickly sat down next to him. He instantly slid a hand into her lap underneath the table, and she leaned into him. "You’ve pleased me greatly, but much like you, I have to put business before pleasure…" Before he could respond, she stood back up. "So do you have a soup order?"
He smiled. "You know, lobster bisque sounds great. Tell Jim I won’t be needing the wine tonight, because I won’t be drinking. After all, I have to drive back to my place tonight..." He let the sentence hang, but she knew that he intended for her to be riding back with him.
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The night went as usual, with customers coming and going, and Tracy serving each of them the best she could. Every time she passed Mr. Hayes, though, she gave him a touch on the shoulder, or a wink as she asked, "Is there anything else I can get you tonight?" He continued to act like his normal flirtatious self, pushing the boundaries, but never quite crossing the line.
As the number of patrons in the restaurant started to dwindle, he began to look more and more impatient, like he wished he had ordered that bottle of wine. He attended to some business on his cell phone, but was constantly looking around for Tracy, and never missed when she walked by.
At closing time, he settled his bill. Tracy smiled, and when she returned with his card, she brought two washcloths. He looked up at her quizzically. "The sooner you and I clean all these tables, the sooner you and I can get out of here."
He sat there with his mouth slightly agape. When was the last time he had cleaned a table? she thought to herself.
"I could get a dozen men to clean this place from top to bottom, and you and I could take off right now." He pulled out his cell phone and began to thumb through his contacts.
Tracy took his cell phone from him gently. "A dozen men cleaning this place wouldn’t please me, and I know you want to please me…"
Mr. Hayes looked at her, then said very coldly, "I don’t have time for this. I should have left two hours ago." He began to put on his coat.
Tracy might have panicked a little bit, but she knew she could reel him back in. "You’re so close, too. But, if you walk out that door, you’ll never get the chance to please me again." She sashayed away from him, and bent over to wipe down one of the tables. Her ass stuck out at him, swaying a little as she hummed. He reluctantly picked up the washcloth and began to wipe down his own table.
Soon, he seemed to get into it, and the other waiters and waitresses enjoyed the help. The question was obviously on all their minds. Why is this billionaire helping us clean? But obviously, no one stopped him. Mr. Hayes stared at Tracy almost the whole time, clearly doing this just to win her favor.
When all the tables were washed down, he eagerly grabbed a mop and mopped up the floor, splashing the dirty water on his shoes that probably cost more than she made in a week. It was something of a spectacle, but she was convinced she had him where she wanted him.
When they finished, he made like he was going to leave, and that he expected Tracy to come too. Tracy yelled at her manager, "I’ll lock up tonight, leave the keys on the bar!"
"Alright Tracy, see you tomorrow!"
When the manager was gone, it was the just the two of them, the billionaire bus boy and the blue collar waitress, left in the restaurant together. She smiled at him. "Take off your coat. I don’t think that we’re done cleaning yet."
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
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