"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."
Chapter 6
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 moments, before pushing him away. "Let’s get one thing straight, Mr. Hayes. I am not one of your bimbos that you can use up and throw away. If you think you’ve got an easy lay coming your way, you are mistaken."
Again, he looked a little crestfallen, but she could see the way it turned him on. She decided to go with it. She unbuttoned a couple buttons from her blouse, and he eagerly looked at her black bra.
"We’re going to have some fun tonight, but on my terms. If you start to get out of line, I’m going to reel you back in. If you get way out of control, then this is over and you’ll never touch me again. If you keep going from there…"
She gestured around. "There are several cameras in this restaurant, and I know where each of them are. In addition, I’ve installed one of my own, and it’s been running all night, streaming to a friend of mine’s computer. It has shown you watching me all night, touching me, and helping me clean up. It’ll also pick up whatever you do here tonight."
He went pale, leaning back against the table as she continued. "It’s encrypted, so my friend won’t be able to watch it or copy it. If you do things to me that I don’t want, I’ll release the file and the password to the media. However, if you manage to continue to please me tonight, then the file and the hard drive it has been printed on will be yours."
He still looked stunned. "Why are you doing all this?" he asked.
She looked him dead in the eye. "You’re a very dangerous man, Mr. Hayes. Not only are you physically able to assault me, but you’re able to buy your way out of most trouble. So far, you’ve been willing to please me, but, like many men…" She paused for effect. "You could change your mind."
She walked toward him, put her hand on his chest, and kissed him. It was the first kiss that she had given him without prompting, and he seemed like he was instantly back in the mood. They kissed for a few moments more, and she pulled away and whispered in his ear. "Forget about the cameras for now. You’ve begun to please me, and I can see things going your way for the rest of the night." He began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse, and she dug her nails into his back. When her shirt opened, he ran his fingers past her sides to her back, instantly going for her bra strap. She pushed him away.