His Every Desire

Tracy recovered from the link before Jenna's orgasm ended, but she moved from underneath Jenna immediately. Tracy looked Mr. Hayes in the eye. "I want your cum," she said.

Mr. Hayes smiled, and Tracy turned around, getting on her hands and knees above Jenna. Mr. Hayes pulled out of Jenna, and Jenna looked as if she were lost without his cock filling her. However, when Mr. Hayes pushed into Tracy's wet slit, Tracy leaned down and kissed her.

From the rhythm of Mr. Hayes' thrusts, Tracy knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. She leaned onto Jenna more heavily, and Jenna's legs wrapped around her body. She knew that Mr. Hayes would enjoy the sight of a pair of female legs wrapped around her body, and she continued to kiss Jenna.

Jenna broke from the kiss. "Come in her, Paul. Fuck her hard. Fuck her until you come," she cried, egging him on. Tracy felt him swell in size as he let out a huge groan. Jenna leaned back and moaned as Mr. Hayes' hot seed coated Tracy's insides. Tracy had never seen someone so turned on by sex, and it was contagious. She moaned as well, the two women's sounds probably waking up everyone else in the apartment building.

Mr. Hayes pulled out of Tracy, and she could immediately feel the liquid leaking out of her. She stood up quickly. "Where's your bathroom? I'm afraid the tour guide must have missed it earlier," she said with a smile.

Jenna giggled. "Across the hall."

Tracy rushed across the hall and cleaned up as much as she could. She thought about taking a shower, then decided to ask if either of the other two wanted to join her. She came back into the bedroom, and to her surprise, the two were curled up in bed together, Jenna's head resting on Mr. Hayes' arm. Both of them were already asleep. Typical, Tracy thought. I'd expect that from a man, but Jenna too?

There was plenty of room on the bed, so Tracy got on the other side of Mr. Hayes. She didn't particularly like to sleep naked, but she doubted any of Jenna's clothes would fit her. Still, it was warm in the apartment, and she was able to go to sleep almost immediately.

Chapter 13

As expected, Tracy soon found herself as a floating pair of eyes in someone else's dream. She remembered the link she’d experienced with Jenna as they made love, and figured this must be her dream.

She was in a gigantic ballroom, lined with mirrors. It was like something out of Cinderella, or a Victorian-era movie.

There were people everywhere, all in fancy dress. Their clothes were more in focus than their faces. Jenna wore a beautiful dress with intricate embroidery. The beautiful pattern was clear, even within the dream as were Jenna's necklace and earrings. Tracy watched as they danced with each other, but in a dream-like trance.

Suddenly, trumpets sounded, and everyone looked towards the door. There, in a cream-colored dress, was Jenna. Her arm was locked around Mr. Hayes’ arm, and he was much larger than he was in real life. I suppose he can seem larger than life sometimes, she thought. They were obviously the honored guests of the ball.

Ha, Tracy thought. Jenna's in for a rude awakening if she thinks that she'll be going to the ball with Mr. Hayes. Tracy watched as the two of them made it to the dance floor, Jenna radiating happiness the whole time.

The two began to dance, and Jenna's dress fell out of focus. In fact, the only thing that was in focus were her beautiful cream colored high heels, which seemed to dance with a life all their own. Mr. Hayes kept up with every move she made, even though they seemed random.

A waiter in a tuxedo walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Jenna grabbed his arm and the man stood by, looking as if he hardly noticed the delay. Jenna stooped down and grabbed her shoe, pulling it off. She somehow opened the heel of the shoe up, and pulled out a large vial with a skull and crossbones on it. She dumped the contents of the vial in one of the wine glasses. Neither man in front of her seemed to even notice her doing any of this.

The dream changed tones. The lights shifted to something darker and dangerous and the shiny windows gleamed blood red.

As she spiked the wine, it turned purple and poured out ominous smoke. She handed the glass to Mr. Hayes, and the two clinked glasses. She giggled with delight. As soon as he took a sip of the drink, he gasped. He began to shrink immediately. Soon he was shorter than Jenna, and kept shrinking. She began to laugh, and he kept getting smaller.

“Now who's sorry?” Jenna laughed, her eyes gleaming. “You should have given me everything. If I can't have you, then no one will.”

When he was about six inches tall, she lifted up her heel and brought it down on him, and he immediately melted into a red puddle.

Tracy woke with a start. What a violent dream to have, Tracy thought. She looked over at Jenna, peacefully sleeping in Mr. Hayes' nook, a smile on her face as if she were enjoying herself and the thought of squishing Mr. Hayes. It made Tracy's stomach twist. And she seemed like such a nice girl, Tracy said silently to herself.

She got up, shaking and feeling sick to her stomach. The queasiness had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the death she'd just witnessed in her dream. It was the most disturbing thing she'd ever seen, and she had been in a lot of people's messed up dreams.

She needed a glass of water to go back to sleep. Or a shot of whiskey and prescription pill, if she were honest. The dream had been so violent and hate-filled she wasn't sure she'd ever sleep again. A glass of water would at least get her out of bed and hopefully clear her head. She went all the way back to the kitchen, in the front of the apartment, before turning on a light. She felt silly standing in another woman's kitchen completely naked, but the water helped steady her nerves.

She looked around. There, by the door, she could see the pair of heels that Jenna had carelessly tossed in the closet when they had arrived. The closet door was still open, and she could see several rows of shoes. Typical of a girl this rich, Tracy thought.

Still, the dream troubled her. She walked over to the closet and opened it all the way. There were shoes of every color and type, sandals, sneakers...

And there, at the back of the closer, was the pair of shoes she had been wearing in the dream. Not a similar pair of shoes, these heels had the same straps, the same coloring, the same everything. Tracy knew that this was the exact pair. They were gorgeous, and they’d been the only part of Jenna's dream in complete focus.

Tracy went to her knees, and grabbed the two shoes. Her hands were strangely steady as she inspected the beautiful heels. They felt normal enough for shoes that cost more than she used to make as a waitress in a week. Tracy examined the heel of one shoe. She knocked her fingers against it, tried to lift off the bottom. Nothing. She grabbed the other shoe, and as soon as she pressed the front of the heel, a spring loaded compartment popped out. Nowhere near big enough to hold the vial from her dreams, but definitely big enough to hold a small vial.

The shoes hung limply in her hands as she considered the ramifications. Yet more proof that what happened in the dreams was a real connection. If what had happened with Mr. Hayes wasn't enough proof, this certainly vanquished any doubts Tracy had about her power.

She slowly put the heel back in place. Did Jenna mean to poison Mr. Hayes in front of everyone? It could be something like a laxative or a chemical designed to make him throw up, something just to embarrass him. Tracy hoped it was as benign as that, but something about the dream made her think it was much worse. She wanted him dead.

Tracy had no idea what Jenna could have against Mr. Hayes, but she knew she wasn't going to find out by just sitting here looking at the shoes. She carefully replaced the shoes, drank the rest of her water, and went back to bed. She wasn't sure she'd be able to go back to sleep. She'd have to let Mr. Hayes know in the morning. She looked over at Jenna, the angelic smile on her face telling the opposite story from what her dreams told.