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 asked, "So when can we do this again?"

Tracy smiled. She’d been waiting for this moment. "You’re so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me." She pulled out a stack of envelopes, held together by a rubber band. She moved 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 without hesitation, 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 took 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 say that the earliest that I want this is tomorrow afternoon."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She whispered 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 trailed off, and put her lips to 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 kissed her passionately. She pulled away. "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’, one word. 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 said more, but instead just 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 afterwards ate her out under an apple tree, only to have her push him away. In another, he tied himself to the bed, after which she teased him, then walked out in disgust.

The dreams were no longer about being unable to please her, but rather featured him doing everything in his power to please her, and just falling short. She woke up, glad that she was about to let Mr. Hayes have his release.

* * *

Tracy had a free schedule 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.

"Tracy!" he exclaimed, his excitement perceivable even over the phone.

"I'm glad you've done what I asked. If it all turns out okay, then I'll be arriving at your house at seven," she said, with authority in her voice.

"That sounds marvelous, I…"

"I also want you to be dressed to kill," she cut him off. "If I'm not impressed, I'll walk right out the door and we can try this again a different night."

"Tracy," he started, completely serious. "I always dress to impress," he said.

"Good! I'll see you then!" She hung up before he had a chance to respond.

* * *

Tracy checked her computer when she got home. She figured that since Mr. Hayes was going to get what he wanted, her computer was probably okay to use now. Sure enough, every credit card bill was paid off. Her student loans remained, but the payments on those would be manageable with a clean credit slate. She looked at the clock and saw that it was three o'clock already. She had best not keep the billionaire waiting.

She got in the shower, dizzy with happiness now that her debt problems were over. She thought of how much she had enjoyed this, and slowly, she moved the shower head down. When the water hit her clit, her mouth opened in wordless pleasure.

She thought of Mr. Hayes, touching her, kissing her, his desire palpable. She had resisted him for so long, longer than she had thought possible, but she had done it. All her hard work had paid off, and tonight, she was in for the sexual experience of her lifetime. She came hard, legs buckling a little with the force of it...

At 7:04 she drove up to Mr. Hayes' house. It seemed almost silly to drive her beaten-up car to such a nice mansion, but she knew she'd need a ride home in the morning, and didn't want to rely on Mr. Hayes if things went sour. She checked her makeup in the rear-view mirror before walking up to the door. She wore black high heels, and knew that her feet would be sore by the end of the evening. It would be worth it, when she thought of how well they went with her dress.

It was a simple black dress, with an open back that she knew would drive Mr. Hayes wild. She had decided at the last minute not to wear a bra or panties, just in case an opportunity presented itself for her to tease him a little more. The butler showed her in, a smile on his face as he remembered the last time she’d entered this house. Still, even at his advanced age, he checked her out from head to toe. She knew she'd be getting a lot of this kind of attention tonight.

The butler showed her to Mr. Hayes’ office. He was dressed in his tuxedo already, and was on what appeared to be a conference call. A British person was laying out some kind of proposal on the phone. When Tracy walked in, in her little black dress, Mr. Hayes looked her over. His eyes seemed to bulge and he smiled and shook his head. "You look better every time I see you. I don't know how you do it." She blushed, and he stared her over for a few more moments, ignoring the telephone, before hitting another button on his phone.

"Jack, I'm going to need you to take over from here," he barked.

"Yes, sir!" The man on the other end of the phone seemed too eager. "What should I do about the acquisition, sir?"

"I'm on the fence, but do your research and make a decision. That's what I fucking pay you for, after all. Send me an email with all the relevant information, and don't wait until morning to do it," he snarled.

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Hayes hung up the phone and looked at Tracy. "Sometimes I feel like it'd be better if I just cloned myself a few times to get this work done."

Tracy smiled. "I know how I feel. Sometimes I feel like I should clone myself, but as a man, so I'd have a man who pleased me and a man that I could please."

At Tracy's use of the word "pleased," Mr. Hayes stiffened. He looked like he wanted to fuck her right then, but he managed to restrain himself. When he stood up, Tracy could see that he really was dressed to impress, with a designer black tuxedo, a long silk tie, clean shaven, the whole nine yards. Tracy smiled again when she thought of how tonight was going to go. Mr. Hayes showed Tracy to his car and off they went.

Dinner was beautiful, and the restaurant definitely lived up to its reputation. Mr. Hayes didn't try to order for her, and he was a perfect gentleman to her the entire evening. She ordered the most expensive thing off the menu and a white wine that cost $300. He had simply smiled and ordered a bottle of red to match.

At times, she felt like he acted like a smitten young teenage boy, and at others like he had the confidence to do whatever he wanted. It was a very endearing trait, and she found herself liking him more and more, even seeing how he treated other people. He was never rude, but just less than polite, as if whomever he was speaking to was just a little slow in the head. He made sure that they knew he was superior, that he was in charge.

She could see why his fantasy was to have someone to take control. She watched the waitress and saw the same tired face she knew she must wear most nights and felt a surge of gratitude flood through her for this opportunity. It was strange being served instead of doing the serving. She had to stop herself from tidying the dishes and arranging the silverware.

"I’m sure if I asked, they would give you a job," he remarked after she stacked the soup bowls and brushed the cracker crumbs from the tablecloth. She blushed and they had an animated conversation about the restaurant business. When she tried to get him to talk about his work, he told her it was far too boring. Something in the tone of his voice made her drop it and change the subject.

They continued to talk for a while after dessert, an amazing raspberry scented flour-less chocolate cake with crème anglicize and raspberry coulis. It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. She felt like a princess. He had finished his dessert and was reaching for his wallet to pay the bill. She reached her hand out and stopped the motion.

"I am not done yet." She used the same voice he used with the waitress to show his superiority. He halted, and slowly returned his wallet to his pocket. She ordered a cappuccino and took her time, savoring the flavor and letting him wait for her to finish. The discussion shifted to multiple topics and when she was ready, continued out the door and on the ride home. She felt her dominating demeanor melting away, but she knew that she needed to still be in charge when they got back to his house.