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She again turned and walked away from him, and out the door. “I’ll let
the butler know about you on my way out.” She heard his yells all the way down
the hall, and down into the living room. The butler was awake, reading a
newspaper. He was obviously used to having to drive women home after their
late-night trysts with the master of the house, and she smiled and asked him
for a ride. She had him drop her off at a friend’s house that didn’t live
anywhere near her, in case he decided to track her down.

A couple of blocks away from the end of the trip, she started to tell
the butler about how Mr. Hayes was still tied up on the bed. He laughed and
thanked her for telling him, and said he’d take care of it. Tracy’s friend was
glad to take her in for the evening. As Tracy settled into the couch, she
reflected on the evening. She was exhausted, but she knew that she was going to
have at least one good dream…

***

Again, her dreams were full of sex, much more explicit this time,
though far more varied. It would start with a fantasy, perhaps the two of them
on the beach, or on a ship. She’d be feeling his chest, enjoying the muscles of
his abs, and then another dream would snap into focus. It was always clear when
her dreams ended and his began. He had several dreams about her, and they were
all much more wild, more animal than they were the other night.

She would start out in charge, keeping him on edge while he was tied
up, but he would always get free. Then, he would take over completely,
dominating her. She hesitated to call it her own rape, since it was clear she
was enjoying it, but she resisted every time. Tracy woke up after every one of
them, moaning and writhing, wet as she had ever been. She masturbated a couple
times that evening, quietly to avoid waking her friend, but every time she fell
back asleep, there was Mr. Hayes, fucking her brains out once again.

***

She woke up around noon. She was exhausted, but she knew there were
things to be done. Her friend offered to be her taxi after hearing her story,
other than the dream parts. She went into work and apologized to her manager,
but claimed that Mr. Hayes had insisted she leave with him and that she felt
that it was best for the restaurant if she went with him. The manager said he
understood, but that she wouldn’t get credit for the hour she had worked prior
to that. He also said that he gave away her shift that evening since he had no
idea if she had quit or not. She could start up again Sunday night.

No worries, she thought, with any luck I won’t be here long enough to
care. As she left the restaurant in her friend’s car, she noticed a black sedan
pull out behind them. She couldn’t be sure, but she figured that there was no
real point in trying to hide from a billionaire anyway. There was no chance he
was in the car himself, he had a business to run. He probably had hired goons
that did a lot of clandestine stuff for him, so tailing her would be a piece of
cake. She had her friend drive her back to her place.

About four blocks away from her apartment, the car made a turn that
would bring it back to the highway. Maybe she was wrong, she thought. The
thought quickly passed when she got home and saw a similar sedan parked
directly across the street from her apartment complex. She sighed, knowing that
it’d be a life without privacy until she gave Mr. Hayes what he wanted.

When she got home, she carefully inspected the door. It looked like it
hadn’t been tampered with, but she decided that she would be careful in this
place for the foreseeable future. She felt like it was on the one hand
impossible for him to try anything considering how much in the public eye he
was in, but on the other hand, with as much money as he had, anything was
possible.

She looked over towards her computer. Who knew what he was capable of?
Her passwords were all really good but what if he had installed something on
her computer? She decided she didn’t really want to stick around here all that
much anyway, so she went down to the local library. The black sedan didn’t
follow, but she had no idea what she’d be looking for if she were being
followed on foot.

When Tracy got to the library, she quickly checked her email. Nothing
suspicious, no “your password has been reset” emails from the various websites
she was a part of, no emails that were marked “read” that should have been
marked “unread”. She breathed a sigh of relief. She may have had to call this
whole thing off if he had proved too obsessive.

While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on
exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and
submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout
history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut
off at any time, truly giving him all the power even though the illusion was
there that the dominatrix was in charge. Tracy was in unexplored territory, a
stranger in a strange land. The more she read, the more she thought she was
stumbling around in the dark, and that her success up to this point had been a
fluke, even with her new power to enter Mr. Hayes’ dreams.

She stayed until late at the library, reading one book after another
and trying to figure out what her next move would be. If someone was following
her, she thought, they’d be bored out of their mind by now. Suddenly, a thought
flashed through her head. They’d also know that she was doing research on how
to dominate their boss. She took a quick look around, and then quickly put the
book back on the shelf.

She knew she couldn’t check out any book on the subject, but maybe
she’d come back again tomorrow. The walk home in the dark was a little
stressful, and she felt her most vulnerable, but she made it home just fine.
She checked her apartment one last time for tampering, finding none, and
drifted off to sleep.

***

The dreams that evening were much gentler, much more filled with a
desire to please. In each of them, Tracy saw herself on a different type of
date. In every one of them, he did things for her that you’d never find on a
regular date. While on a picnic, a helicopter dropped off her favorite flowers
from a distant country.

In another dream, Mr. Hayes rented out a theater to show her favorite
movie for just the two of them. In each of the dreams, “Tracy” went from being
ice cold to being very warm, smiling, and open to his advances. It was clear
that she was always pleased by whatever he had done, but whatever he did was
always possible because of his money. Tracy knew exactly what to do to keep
this game going a little longer.

***

When she woke up the next morning, Tracy immediately took out her
vibrator. She would need her mind clear during this evening’s events, so she
needed to get all of her sexual tension out right away. As she switched it on,
she thought of Mr. Hayes’ bulging biceps wrapped around her, his massive cock
filling her completely. Orgasms came quickly and easily for her today, and
afterwords she found herself completely energized and ready to tackle the day.

She called the number on her hospital bill to check on the total. It
came as no surprise when she was told that her remaining balance was zero, and
that the hospital appreciated her business. Her mind turned to this evening. If
she played her cards right, she’d be one step closer to not having to worry
about any of her bills.

She arrived right on time for her shift, and began to seat customers.
It was a Sunday night, so she’d expect it to be pretty slow usually, but today
it seemed a little bit more busy than usual. She got into the swing of things,
but in the back of her mind she kept looking out for Mr. Hayes to walk in
through the door. Sure enough, about eight, he arrived. There was no girl on
his arm tonight. Tracy smiled as he caught her eye, and greeted him warmly.
“Hello, Mr. Hayes! May I interest you in your usual seat?”

He looked confused for a moment, but then, Tracy guessed that he
decided to play along. “Yes of course. I’ll take a wine menu as well.” She grabbed
a food and wine menu and led him to his table.

After he sat down at his usual booth, he smiled at Tracy. “I don’t know
if you’ve checked with the hospital yet, but I’ve taken care of everything.” He
was obviously quite pleased with himself.

Tracy smiled back. “I did, actually. It pleases me deeply to be taken
care of like that.” Her extra emphasis on the word pleases got an obvious rise
out of Mr. Hayes. He began to look her up and down, probably imagining what
she’d look like with that set of lingerie on again. She had not worn it again
today, and was glad, because she had a long shift left ahead of her. She
recomposed herself as a waitress.

“Our soup of the day is lobster bisque, and if you’d like I can have
the sommelier bring you out your usual bottle of wine.” He looked a little
crestfallen, and she didn’t want him leaving, so she sat down next to him. He
instantly slid a hand into her lap underneath the table, and she leaned into
him. “You’ve pleased me greatly, but much like you, I have to put business
before pleasure…” Before he could respond, she stood back up. “So do you have a
soup order?”

He smiled. “You know, lobster bisque sounds great. Tell Jim I won’t be
needing the wine tonight, because I won’t be drinking. After all, I have to
drive back to my place tonight…” He let the sentence hang, but she knew that
he intended for her to be riding back with him.

The night went as usual, with customers coming and going, and Tracy
serving each of them the best she could. Every time she passed Mr. Hayes,
though, she had a touch on the shoulder, or a wink as she asked, “Is there
anything else I can get you tonight?” He continued to act like his normal
flirtatious self, pushing the boundaries, but never quite crossing the line.

As the number of patrons in the restaurant started to dwindle, he began
to look more and more impatient, like he wished he had ordered that bottle of
wine. He attended to some business on his cell phone, but was constantly
looking around for where Tracy was at, and never missed when she walked by.

At ten, he settled his bill. Tracy smiled, and when she returned with
his card, she brought two wash cloths. He looked up at her quizzically. “The
sooner you and I clean all these tables, the sooner you and I can get out of
here.”

He sat there with his mouth agape. “I could get a dozen men to clean
this place from top to bottom, and you and I could take off right now.” He
pulled out his cell phone and began to thumb through his contacts.

Tracy took his cell phone from him and closed it. “A dozen men cleaning
this place wouldn’t please me, and I know you want to please me…”

Mr. Hayes looked at her, then said very coldly, “I don’t have time for
this. I should have left two hours ago.” He began to put on his coat.

Tracy might have panicked a little bit, but she knew she could reel him
back in. “You’re so close too. But, if you walk out that door, you’ll never get
the chance to please me again.” She sashayed away from him, and bent over to
wipe down one of the tables. Her ass stuck out at him, swaying a little as she
hummed. He reluctantly picked up the wash cloth and began to wipe down his own
table.

Soon, he seemed to get into it, and the other waiters and waitresses
enjoyed the help. The question was obviously on all their minds, “Why is this
rich guy helping us clean?” but they let it happen. Mr. Hayes stared at Tracy
almost the whole time, clearly just doing this to win her favor. When all the
tables were washed down, he eagerly grabbed a mop and mopped up the floor,
splashing the dirty water on his shoes that probably cost more than she made in
a week. It was something of a spectacle, but she was convinced she had him
where she wanted him.

When they had finished, he made like he was going to leave, and that he
expected Tracy to come too. Tracy yelled at her manager, “I’ll lock up tonight,
leave the keys on the bar!”

“Alright Tracy, see you tomorrow!”

When he left, it was the just the two of them, the billionaire waiter
and blue collar waitress, left in the restaurant together. She smiled at him.
“Take off your coat, I don’t think that we’re done cleaning yet.”

He took off his coat and threw it on a chair, then walked toward her.
“How did I do tonight?” he asked, obviously a little nervous.

She smiled. She did have him just where she wanted him. “I’ll put it
this way. No man has ever pleased me the way you have tonight.”

She could see him start to get hard. “Like you said the other night,
once you’ve been pleased…,” he smiled at her, a wolfish grin. “…then I can be
pleased.”

“Mmm, that’s not quite what I said,” she objected. “I said that it was
more important that I got what I wanted, and that I didn’t think that you could
please me. You, Mr. Hayes, have started to please me, and I am pleasantly
surprised.”

He came in, right next to her, and moved in for a kiss. She let him
take it, kissing him back for a few moments, before pushing him away. “Let’s
get one thing straight, Mr. Hayes. I am not one of your bimbos that you can use
up and throw away. If you think you’ve got an easy lay coming your way, you are
mistaken.”

Again, he looked a little crestfallen, but she could see the way it
turned him on. She decided to go with it. She unbuttoned a couple buttons from
her blouse, and he eagerly looked at her black bra.

“We are going to have some fun tonight, but on my terms. If you start
to get out of line, I am going to reel you back in. If you get way out of
control, then this is over and you’ll never touch me again. If you keep going
from there…”

She gestured around. “There are several cameras in this restaurant, and
I know where each of them are. In addition, I’ve installed one of my own, and
it’s been running all night, streaming to a friend of mine’s computer. It’s
shown you watching me all night, touching me, and helping me clean up. It’ll
also pick up whatever you do here tonight.”