Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

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.

Chapter 5

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 h

er 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.

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!"