Since the accident, Tracy's dreams had become a chaotic mess. She usually dreamed whatever Mr. Hayes was dreaming, but she was occasionally interrupted by the dreams of other people whom she had touched that day. Tonight she found herself in a falling dream, wondering when she would hit the ground. The details were sketchy, and she wasn't nearly as worried as she knew she should be. Before she could even see where the ground was, the scenery changed…

She was now in a much clearer setting, one she had seen many times before. Many of Mr. Hayes' dreams began in his bedroom, and tonight was no different. The bed was bigger than it was in real life, and the details of the rest of the room were fuzzy, but there could be no doubt that this was his room. Mr. Hayes laid on the bed, waiting for something. His cock always seemed larger than life in his dreams, but the rest of his body barely came into focus. These were details he never thought about, she guessed.

Out of the bathroom walked 'Tracy,' or rather what Mr. Hayes dreamed of when he dreamed of Tracy. Tonight, the dream 'Tracy' was wearing the little black dress that she’d promised to wear earlier in the day. The cowl neck was hanging extra low, showing off breasts that were just a little bigger than hers really were. The already short dress was even shorter in his dream, and was so tight that she’d have to lose ten pounds to even consider putting it on. Of course it looked fantastic on her in his dream. She liked that this was how he saw her.

Her hair was jet black tonight, the bangs falling over her eyes to partially obscure her face. In fact, her face was difficult to make out at all. It was clear that it was her, but it was clear that her body was the focus of the dream.

The dream ‘Tracy’ began to walk towards the bed, but before she could get there, another figure walked out of the bathroom. Tracy chuckled to herself. A common fantasy of Mr. Hayes was bedding two women at once. He’d even broached the subject to her already, and she made it clear that he had better make damn sure it was worth it, because she would make him pay for it afterward.

The figure also walked towards the bed, wearing a similar little black dress, fitting similar to the one ‘Tracy’ wore. Two of me? Tracy thought, chuckling to herself. She stopped laughing when she looked at the other woman's face. It was a young woman's face. She looked angelic, cherubic, with cheeks just chubby enough to be considered cute. Light freckles dotted her face. Her hair was light brown and only highlighted her innocence.

Tracy needed no introduction to know who this was. Jenna Tice. The cute daughter of a major investor who had caused Mr. Hayes' heart to skip a beat at the very mention of her name. Tracy knew that Mr. Hayes liked all women, no matter their age, as long as they were hot. Most of the women he had brought to the restaurant had been younger than Tracy, but not this young. ‘Tracy’ brought ‘Jenna’ in for a kiss. The two of them made out for a moment before Mr. Hayes stood and walked behind ‘Jenna’. ‘Tracy’ stepped back, and ‘Jenna’ leaned over the bed without looking back. Her clothes seemed to dissolve around her, leaving a skinny, pale, young girl. Mr. Hayes grabbed ‘Jenna,’ his hands on her hips. He looked at ‘Tracy’ expectantly. ‘Tracy’ appeared to be turned on. "Fuck her," she commanded him.

Immediately, his clothes seemed to dissolve as well. His erect cock entered her, and ‘Jenna’ moaned with ecstasy. ‘Tracy’ moaned with ecstasy as well, watching the spectacle in front of her.

"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 water 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."