"Tracy," he started, completely serious. "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, 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 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 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.
It was a simple black dress, with an open back that she knew would drive Mr. Hayes wild. She had decided at the last minute not to wear a bra or panties, just in case an opportunity presented itself for her to tease him a little more. The butler showed her in, a smile on his face as he remembered the last time she’d entered this house. Still, even at his advanced age, he checked her out from head to toe. She knew she'd be getting a lot of this kind of attention tonight.
The butler showed her to Mr. Hayes’ office. He was dressed in his tuxedo already, and was on what appeared to be a conference call. A British person was laying out some kind of proposal on the phone. When Tracy walked in, in her little black dress, Mr. Hayes looked her over. His eyes seemed to bulge and he smiled and shook his head. "You look better every time I see you. I don't know how you do it." She blushed, and he stared her over for a few more moments, ignoring the telephone, before hitting another button on his phone.
"Jack, I'm going to need you to take over from here," he barked.
"Yes, sir!" The man on the other end of the phone seemed too eager. "What should I do about the acquisition, sir?"
"I'm on the fence, but do your research and make a decision. That's what I fucking pay you for, after all. Send me an email with all the relevant information, and don't wait until morning to do it," he snarled.
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Hayes hung up the phone and looked at Tracy. "Sometimes I feel like it'd be better if I just cloned myself a few times to get this work done."
Tracy smiled. "I know how I feel. Sometimes I feel like I should clone myself, but as a man, so I'd have a man who pleased me and a man that I could please."
At Tracy's use of the word "pleased," Mr. Hayes stiffened. He looked like he wanted to fuck her right then, but he managed to restrain himself. When he stood up, Tracy could see that he really was dressed to impress, with a designer black tuxedo, a long silk tie, clean shaven, the whole nine yards. Tracy smiled again when she thought of how tonight was going to go. Mr. Hayes showed Tracy to his car and off they went.
Dinner was beautiful, and the restaurant definitely lived up to its reputation. Mr. Hayes didn't try to order for her, and he was a perfect gentleman to her the entire evening. She ordered the most expensive thing off the menu and a white wine that cost $300. He had simply smiled and ordered a bottle of red to match.
At times, she felt like he acted like a smitten young teenage boy, and at others like he had the confidence to do whatever he wanted. It was a very endearing trait, and she found herself liking him more and more, even seeing how he treated other people. He was never rude, but just less than polite, as if whomever he was speaking to was just a little slow in the head. He made sure that they knew he was superior, that he was in charge.
She could see why his fantasy was to have someone to take control. She watched the waitress and saw the same tired face she knew she must wear most nights and felt a surge of gratitude flood through her for this opportunity. It was strange being served instead of doing the serving. She had to stop herself from tidying the dishes and arranging the silverware.
"I’m sure if I asked, they would give you a job," he remarked after she stacked the soup bowls and brushed the cracker crumbs from the tablecloth. She blushed and they had an animated conversation about the restaurant business. When she tried to get him to talk about his work, he told her it was far too boring. Something in the tone of his voice made her drop it and change the subject.
They continued to talk for a while after dessert, an amazing raspberry scented flour-less chocolate cake with crème anglicize and raspberry coulis. It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. She felt like a princess. He had finished his dessert and was reaching for his wallet to pay the bill. She reached her hand out and stopped the motion.
"I am not done yet." She used the same voice he used with the waitress to show his superiority. He halted, and slowly returned his wallet to his pocket. She ordered a cappuccino and took her time, savoring the flavor and letting him wait for her to finish. The discussion shifted to multiple topics and when she was ready, continued out the door and on the ride home. She felt her dominating demeanor melting away, but she knew that she needed to still be in charge when they got back to his house.
Chapter 8
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."
"Anything, Tracy. Please, just say the word and
it'll be done. I want this so badly."
She whispered in his ear. "Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Make me come so many times that I lose count, and then come inside of me. That will please me."
She heard him growl with lust, and he placed his hands on her ass and lifted, his muscular arms carrying her to the bed. He pulled off his tuxedo jacket, and started to unbutton the shirt. He loosened his tie.
"Keep the tie on," Tracy commanded, and he smiled and did what he was told, keeping his dress shirt on but unbuttoned. He unbuttoned his pants too, but then decided he couldn't wait any longer and got on the bed. He covered Tracy, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, down to her shoulder. He pulled at her shoulder strap, sliding it down to her arm. She let go, surrendering herself to his desires.