She went to the sink and washed her hands, then grabbed three washcloths. With the first, she gently cleaned up his c**k and pants the best she could, while he looked on, a gentle smile on his face. When she was done, she threw the second washcloth on his chest.
“No time to rest, Mr. Hayes, we’ve got to clean up our mess.” He laughed a little, but watched as she moved over to the table they had started on and bent over, cleaning the champagne up with her ass sticking in the air. He moved to clean the bar...
***
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 said, “So when can we do this again?”
Tracy smiled. She had been waiting for this moment. “You are so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me.” She walked away from him, and pulled out a stack of envelopes, each with papers in them, held together by a rubber band. She came in 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, 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 you take each of the sluts you usually get with. No, I want something classy. There’s a restaurant I want to try downtown called The Pier. It’s a seafood restaurant where they fly the fish in daily. They say you need to make reservations about three months in advance, so you might want to call them tomorrow.”
He smiled. “Honey, if we get in the car, I’ll have the restaurant opened back up and fully staffed before we get there.”
She giggled. “As impressed as I know I’m supposed to be, I guess I’ll put a minimum time on this as tomorrow afternoon.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She moved to whisper in his ear. “After all that, and assuming you don’t mess anything up, then, I’ll be pleased. And if I’m pleased,” she paused, sticking her tongue in his ear, “then I’ll be sure to please you.”
They locked eyes again, and once again Tracy felt the mysterious flash behind her eyes, and hugged Mr. Hayes to keep her balance. He gripped her tight, then went back to kissing her passionately. She pulled away again. “My ride is here. Too much booze to drive home tonight. I’ll set the hard drive on the ground as we drive away, and you can pick it up without being seen.”
He smiled. “I appreciate it. Can I have the password? I might want to watch this video again.”
“Sure. The password is ‘mypleasure’. It should be easy to remember, because it should be the most important thing to you right now. My phone number is also on the hard drive, so you’ll know who to call.”
He almost spoke, but instead said, “Thanks.” As Tracy walked out, she knew that he was about to say something about already having her phone number. He was wise not to speak up. When she got in the car, she set the hard drive on the ground as promised, and her friend drove them away, her friend poking fun at how much champagne she must have drank to smell like she did.
***
After showering, she fell asleep almost immediately. Her dreams were once again filled with visions of dates with Mr. Hayes, only this time he was much more willing to be submissive. In one dream, he took her horseback riding, and afterwords ate her out under an apple tree, only to have her push him away. In another, he tied himself to the bed, before allowing her to tease him, and her walking out in disgust. The dreams were no longer about never being able to please her, but rather him doing everything in his power to please her, and it just falling short. She awoke, glad that she was about to let Mr. Hayes have his release.
Tracy had a free schedule in front of her for the next few days, so she spent most of the next morning reading and waiting for his phone call. She went to the mall and bought a dress and shoes that she normally would have felt like she didn't have the money for, but she figured her credit cards were about to be paid off, so she'd have something to fall back on soon. At about noon, her cell phone rang with an unlisted number. She let it go to voice mail, as she would have done anyway, but as soon as her phone beeped with a new message, she checked it.
“Hey Tracy. I took care of you the way you requested. I've also got reservations at eight at The Pier. I'll be waiting for your call.”
The way he said “I'll be waiting” let her know, once again, that she had him where she wanted him. She called him back.
“Tracy!” he exclaimed, his excitement perceivable even over the phone.
“I'm glad you've done what I asked. If it all turns out okay, then I'll be arriving at your house at seven,” she said, with authority in her voice.
“That sounds marvelous, I...”
“I also want you to be dressed to kill,” she cut him off. “If I'm not impressed, I'll walk right out the door and we can try this again a different night.”
“Tracy, I always dress to impress,” he said.
“Good! I'll see you then!” She hung up before he had a chance to respond.
***
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, and again was dizzy with happiness by the fact that her debt problems were over. She began to think of how much she had enjoyed this, and slowly, she began to move 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 drove up to Mr. Hayes' house. It seemed almost silly to drive her beaten up car to such a nice mansion, but she knew she'd need a ride home in the morning, and didn't want to rely on Mr. Hayes if things went sour. She checked her makeup in the rear-view mirror quickly before walking up to the door. She wore black high heels, and knew that her feet would be sore by the end of the evening. It would be worth it, when she thought of how well they went with her dress.