When she had finished she smiled and got back up. She slipped her shoes off and turned around. She slowly walked away from him, unbuttoning the dress shirt to her waitress outfit. Underneath it was the black lingerie she had carefully put on underneath, and she wanted to make sure it was still completely straight before she turned around for him to see it. It looked good, so she took the shirt off, turning around.
His eyes widened, and he smiled, as she undid her pants. She slowly worked them down, showing her black thong, garter belt, and stockings that had been hiding underneath. This set of underwear had maxed out her last credit card with any money left on it, but by this point she was sure she had made the right choice. Her body filled out the lingerie in all the right ways, and she was sure she looked better in it than that skinny bimbo would have.
She smiled, and did a little turn. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Yeah! Come on over here and I’ll show you,” he said.
She smiled, and she knew it’d be her last smile for a few minutes. Again, she took a deep breath, then breathed it out, knowing there was no going back after this. “Really? Because I don’t like what I see.”
He frowned. “Oh come on, you look great! I hate it when hot girls demean themselves.”
She laughed, a fake laugh. “Oh, not me! I look great! I was talking about you. I don’t like what I see in you.”
His smile vanished. “What?”
“Right now, I’m looking at something that disgusts me.”
He looked shocked, and began to struggle against his bonds. “Hey, if this your idea of foreplay, then you’re pretty weird.”
She ignored him. “What I see is a helpless billionaire, tied to a bed, not in control at all. Just like he’s a helpless billionaire, tied to a company, not in control at all.”
He struggled more. “Look, I think we’ve had a misunderstanding. Untie me and I’ll take you back home. We’ll forget this ever happened.”
She felt like she might be losing control of the situation. She got to the foot of the bed, and touched his foot lightly. He relaxed a little bit.
“I think I know what you want, but I want to hear it from you,” she said.
He looked flabbergasted. “What do you think I want? Why do you think I brought you to my bedroom?”
She got up on the bed, moving her hands up his legs. “What do you want?” she asked again.
He blinked. “I want to fuck you, Tracy.” He started to sound a little frantic.
She frowned and grabbed his legs hard. “You want to please me?”
He smiled, thinking that he finally caught on to the game. “Yes!” he said, sighing as he did so. He was starting to get worked up, unsure if he was about to be robbed, murdered, or have fantastic sex. “Yes, Tracy, I just want to please you.”
“Really? Because, I don’t think you can please me,” she said.
He got real quiet. Something inside of him, maybe deja vu, had stirred. He remembered the dream, she could tell. Suddenly the bulge in his pants grew in size, turned on by this woman in charge of him.
“That’s right. I’ve known what you want all along,” she said, and reached up to unzip his pants. He moaned a little as his cock sprang free from his pants. His member was long and thick, and I’m sure he was used to giving women the ride of their lives with it. It explained quite a bit of his confidence, Tracy thought. She began to get wet just thinking about lowering herself onto that beautiful cock, but she forced herself to snap out of it.#p#分页标题#e#
“What do you want?” she asked again.
This time he seemed to get the hint. “I want to please you,” he said.
“You’ll never please me,” she said, surprised that she had managed to get that line out as confidently as she had. She grabbed onto his cock, holding it like she had in the dream. She didn’t squeeze quite as hard as the dream Tracy had, but she was firm. He began to thrust into her hand, but she didn’t do anything resembling a hand job to him.
“What do you want?” she asked once more.
“Oh God Tracy, I want to fuck you. I want to please you. I’ll do anything. Tell me what it is and I’ll do it. Just let me do it.”
She let go of his dick, and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His cock thrust in the air, questing, trying to get to her still clothed pussy. Occasionally it would brush against her panties, and she wanted to gasp, but she knew she had to remain in control. With her hands on his chest, she said, “That’s not what you want. I know what you want, and it’s not for you to take over from here.” She paused for effect, then,