"Yes, fuck her."
Mr. Hayes' hands rubbed all over ‘Jenna’ from behind her. However, his eyes remained locked on those of ‘Tracy.’
"Harder."
He strove to pound into her even more, and every extra effort seemed to drive all three of them closer to orgasm. The room itself began to dissolve, leaving them all in a black nothingness, floating in space, as they all focused on their own pleasure. Mr. Hayes cried out, and began to loose his seed...
Tracy awoke with a start. She wondered if something had woken Mr. Hayes up from his dream or if she’d just woken up for some other reason. She went to the bathroom and splashed some w
ater on her face. She still felt uneasy.
It wasn't that the dream was unpleasant. She had been something of a wildcat in college and even during medical school. There weren't too many women whom she hung out with back then who hadn't made out with a girl for the entertainment of a guy at some point in their life. So it wasn't as if she was disgusted at the thought of her boyfriend fantasizing about her making out with another woman. Mr. Hayes had dreamed of threesomes before and it had never bothered her. It was that the image of Jenna in his dreams had been so clear.
At least the rest of the dream had a meaning that made sense, and it made her smile. Even during his most primal fantasy, to conquer two women at once, he had made it clear that it was part of that fantasy to please Tracy. It was just that, in this dream, the dream ‘Tracy’ had been pleased by him fucking another woman hard.
That was one fantasy of his that would have to stay in his dreams, Tracy thought as she dried her face with a towel. She thought about what it would be like, and decided it wouldn't be so bad. It would even be fun to try something that adventurous with him. Maybe she would let it happen one day, but with some bimbo who meant nothing to him, not Jenna. She knew that her position as his girlfriend was not impossible to topple. Encouraging him to have sex with a woman, a girl, who he'd have to see on a semi-regular basis was something she'd have to avoid.
The idea of a threesome was something she was certainly willing to consider. It'd have to be something that she used infrequently, but she could see making it work for her situation. She thought about doing it the next evening, when they went out for dinner and dancing, but decided that she'd wait until after the Ronald Hayes Cancer Research Charity Ball. Wouldn't want to give him any ideas about trying to bring both Tracy and Jenna.
She brushed her teeth again, and before she knew it, she was back to sleep, dreaming her own dreams.
Tracy looked herself over one last time. No wonder Mr. Hayes likes this dress so much. It does look good on me, she thought. Not quite as good as it had looked on the dream version of her, but it did seem to hug in all the right places. The cowl neck showed off her cleavage to perfection, and it made her hips look fantastic. She still didn't make it to the gym as often as she'd like, but this dress seemed to make all her extra weight melt away.
She was glad she was still a looker. So much of her plan to keep Mr. Hayes interested in her relied on the fact that she was physically attractive, even if she was no model. A dull ache hit her chest as she thought of losing him someday to someone younger. She didn't want to lose him, and it wasn't just because of the money. She really enjoyed his company.
Pushing the negative thoughts out of her head, she strapped her heels on, the ones that were comfy at the end of a long night of dancing. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before walking out the door. She never wanted to be skinny enough to be a runway model, she thought, but maybe a career as a plus sized model wouldn't be so bad.
When she left her apartment, Mr. Hayes was already waiting for her in his black sports car. She always made sure to be ready at least five minutes late for every date, but no more than thirty. It showed him that she was the one in charge. Mr. Hayes had come to expect it, and no longer called to make sure she was coming out.
At the first sight of her, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door. His eyes were on her the entire time, as he drank in the sight of her in the dress. He didn't make eye contact with her until she was within earshot.
"Wow," he said, his gray eyes finally meeting hers. His pupils dilated. "You look spectacular."
She blushed, but at the same time, reveled in the knowledge that she did indeed look spectacular. There would be more than just Mr. Hayes' eyes on her this night. She hoped that she didn't get a connection with too many guys tonight, because she knew that several of them would be dreaming about her in this dress.
She stepped into the car and sat down, and Mr. Hayes got in the driver's seat. He always drove himself. To those who just met him, that might have seemed strange, but to Tracy, it was just another telltale sign that he was a control freak. He was a good driver, though, no mistake about that.
Mr. Hayes opened the center console and set his phone inside before shutting it again. "I've specifically asked not to be disturbed tonight, and nobody knows where we're going. This should be a great night for us."
"Where are we going tonight?" Tracy asked, intrigued. Mr. Hayes never left his phone anywhere.
Mr. Hayes smiled. "At the last minute, James got us tickets to the grand opening of a salsa club. I wasn't kidding about you wearing your dancing shoes."
Tracy smiled back. "As long as they have good dessert, I'll dance all night."
Chapter 11
When they got to the club, there was a line out the door. The event was supposed to be invitation-only, but it looked like they were trying to pack the place. Tracy had gradually come to realize that Mr. Hayes didn't really care what happened to any his cars, just as long as he wasn't in it. It came as no surprise to her that he easily handed the keys over to the valet to park it. They headed to the door, past the line, and sure enough, "Paul Hayes plus one" was on the list.
The sounds of a live Latin band filled the space. The club owner was just inside, obviously alerted that a VIP had entered. He held out his hand and smiled widely at the billionaire. "Mr. Hayes, come with me. Your table and bottle service are on the second floor, overlooking the entire club."
They went past a second bouncer to a set of stairs that led to a small hallway and balcony that ran around the entire perimeter of the club. Tables lined a railing that looked out across the dance floor. The lighting was dim up there, probably so that the people below couldn't clearly see the people above. Many of the tables were deserted for now, but at least some of them had people, and Tracy couldn't make out any of their faces. At least there was floor lighting, Tracy thought, grateful that she could walk without tripping in front of the hidden guests.
The club owner led them to a corner table with four chairs. There was a bottle of top shelf vodka, a carafe of both orange juice and cranberry juice, and six cans of energy drinks. There were also four glasses and four shot glasses. "If you require anything else, please, let me know. In addition, all the waitresses and bartenders are instructed to give you whatever you need."
Mr. Hayes may have been used to this type of service, but it never got old for Tracy. After the two of them sat down, Mr. Hayes poured a shot for the two of them. "To getting what we want," he toasted. She clinked her shot glass with his and downed it. She never was much of a shots girl, but this vodka was really smooth. She quickly poured herself a screwdriver with the orange juice there and used it to chase as she perused the small menu resting on the table.
"I want to dance," Mr. Hayes said, as he looked over the railing.