Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

"You disgust me," she said, her voice deeper and huskier than Tracy's was in real life.

"But I just want to please you," he said.

"You'll never please me," she replied.

"But-"

"Get back down," she barked at him, and suddenly a pair of wraps materialized and tied his hands to the headboard.

He laid there, paralyzed, as she crawled up on the foot of the bed. She moved her way up slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He was getting visibly anxious, shifting back and forth a little as she made her way up to his cock. Suddenly Mr. Hayes' body came into focus, and his cock was rock hard. 'Tracy' grabbed it, and held it. She seemed to squeeze it, and for a moment Tracy thought she might break it in half. Instead, with eyes still locked on Mr. Hayes' eyes, she asked him a question.

"What do you want?" The question seemed to echo in a thousand different voices, as if a thousand different girls had asked him the question before. There was complete silence for a moment as the two of them continued to lock eyes.

Mr. Hayes’ answer came in the same form. A thousand different quiet voices, all his own this time, came back with answers like "Let me do it," and "I'll take it from here," and "If you want something done right..."

But as these answers rang out, a single voice, sharper, clearer, rang out. It was pleading, hopeful in some statements but full of despair in others. "Please, do this," and "I need your help with this," and "I'm counting on you." Eventually, the voice began repeating the same phrase over and over.

"I want you to take control."

'Tracy' started to move on top of him, while still holding his cock in her hand. Her panties seemed to dissolve while the rest of her lingerie stayed on. It was hard to make out details, but it was clear that she was very close to lowering herself onto him.

"You want me to take control?" she asked. He nodded furiously. "You want this?" she asked. He nodded again. She pounced on his chest, so quickly in the dream that it shocked Tracy, and yelled at him loudly, "I'm sorry, did you say you want this?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said with no hesitation.

"Say what you want. Tell me what you want me to control," she demanded.

"I want you to take control... of me."

"Good..." she said, and then moved back down towards his cock. "Maybe you deserve just a taste..." She lowered her pussy down to his cock.

"Tracy!" he moaned...

Tracy awoke with a start. She didn't know how, but she knew the dream meant something. It was far too vivid and real to be just a dream. She had just experienced a connection with Mr. Hayes. It was incredible. She knew it had something to do with the blinding flash she had experienced this evening, but beyond that she had no idea. She had never had even the slightest desire to dominate a man like that, but the idea made her so hot that she knew she just had to break out her vibrator...

Chapter 3

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 because he wanted one of those girls to take initiative, to control him. Would she let herself be that girl?

She worked on Monday and picked up several hours of overtime, and came home exhausted. Tuesday morning's mail brought her medical bills, and she quickly did the math to see how many hours of overtime it would take to pay them back. She decided then and there that her pride wasn't worth that many hours.

Friday came, and Tracy was so nervous. Today was the first day in a long time that she was actually hopeful for the future. She was also a little ashamed that it had come to this, but it had to be done.

She put on her best make-up and a spray of perfume, something she hardly did for work, but tonight was a special occasion. She arrived early and made sure not to get any stains on her uniform. She would need all the help she could get, and a lack of confidence caused by a ketchup spot would ruin this whole plan. She deliberately didn't take her pain medication today so that she could have a couple confidence-boosting shots of alcohol before the man himself showed up.

At about the same time as usual, Mr. Hayes showed up. This time he had a buxom blonde with him, wearing a dress that showed off all that she had to offer. He was wearing his usual suit, and he smiled when he saw Tracy. Tracy smiled at the two of them and showed the two of them to their table. Mr. Hayes started to look over the wine list while his bimbo went to the bathroom.

"So," he started without looking up from the wine menu. "Have you thought over my offer?" It was clear from his body language that he expected another refusal.

"Yes, I have," she said. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Here goes nothing. "If you truly want me, you'll get up and walk out of here with me right now."

He looked up at her, puzzled. Tracy's smile was steady, but it was being held by sheer force of will. He smiled a wry smile back at her. "That's pretty funny, sweetheart. If you didn't notice, I brought a date with me. But, if you're interested, maybe the three of us-"