“No time to rest, Mr. Hayes, we’ve got to clean up our mess.” He laughed a little, but watched as she moved over to the table they had started on and bent over, cleaning the champagne up with her ass sticking in the air. He moved to clean the bar…
***
When all evidence of their encounter was gone, and they were both fully dressed, Mr. Hayes moved in for another kiss. Tracy let it come, and didn’t pull away. They made out for a minute or so, before Mr. Hayes said, “So when can we do this again?”
Tracy smiled. She had been waiting for this moment. “You are so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me.” She walked away from him, and pulled out a stack of envelopes, each with papers in them, held together by a rubber band. She came in close to him.
“I’m going to tell you how this is going to go, and it’s up to you to decide if you want to keep going or not, if you really want to please me. First, you’re going to pay off all these credit card bills. It’s a drop in the bucket for you, but it’s the very last step you need to take before I’m ready to take this to the next level.”
“Consider it done,” he said, moving in for another kiss. She stopped him.
“When that’s complete, and not a moment before, you’re going to take me on a date. Not quite the same kind of date you take each of the sluts you usually get with. No, I want something classy. There’s a restaurant I want to try downtown called The Pier. It’s a seafood restaurant where they fly the fish in daily. They say you need to make reservations about three months in advance, so you might want to call them tomorrow.”
He smiled. “Honey, if we get in the car, I’ll have the restaurant opened back up and fully staffed before we get there.”
She giggled. “As impressed as I know I’m supposed to be, I guess I’ll put a minimum time on this as tomorrow afternoon.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She moved to whisper in his ear. “After all that, and assuming you don’t mess anything up, then, I’ll be pleased. And if I’m pleased,” she paused, sticking her tongue in his ear, “then I’ll be sure to please you.”
They locked eyes again, and once again Tracy felt the mysterious flash behind her eyes, and hugged Mr. Hayes to keep her balance. He gripped her tight, then went back to kissing her passionately. She pulled away again. “My ride is here. Too much booze to drive home tonight. I’ll set the hard drive on the ground as we drive away, and you can pick it up without being seen.”
He smiled. “I appreciate it. Can I have the password? I might want to watch this video again.”
“Sure. The password is ‘mypleasure’. It should be easy to remember, because it should be the most important thing to you right now. My phone number is also on the hard drive, so you’ll know who to call.”
He almost spoke, but instead said, “Thanks.” As Tracy walked out, she knew that he was about to say something about already having her phone number. He was wise not to speak up. When she got in the car, she set the hard drive on the ground as promised, and her friend drove them away, her friend poking fun at how much champagne she must have drank to smell like she did.
***
After showering, she fell asleep almost immediately. Her dreams were once again filled with visions of dates with Mr. Hayes, only this time he was much more willing to be submissive. In one dream, he took her horseback riding, and afterwords ate her out under an apple tree, only to have her push him away. In another, he tied himself to the bed, before allowing her to tease him, and her walking out in disgust. The dreams were no longer about never being able to please her, but rather him doing everything in his power to please her, and it just falling short. She awoke, glad that she was about to let Mr. Hayes have his release.
Tracy had a free schedule in front of her for the next few days, so she spent most of the next morning reading and waiting for his phone call. She went to the mall and bought a dress and shoes that she normally would have felt like she didn’t have the money for, but she figured her credit cards were about to be paid off, so she’d have something to fall back on soon. At about noon, her cell phone rang with an unlisted number. She let it go to voice mail, as she would have done anyway, but as soon as her phone beeped with a new message, she checked it.
“Hey Tracy. I took care of you the way you requested. I’ve also got reservations at eight at The Pier. I’ll be waiting for your call.”
The way he said “I’ll be waiting” let her know, once again, that she had him where she wanted him. She called him back.