by Krista Lakes
Jenna took Mr. Hayes' dick in her mouth again, sucking her sweet juices off of it. When she pulled her face away from it, a river of her spit ran from her mouth to lubricate him. Tracy smiled, and began to mount him. Jenna sat up, her eyes fixated on his cock and her pussy. Tracy slid down onto his waiting rod, and Jenna moaned louder than she did.
Tracy bounced up and down on his cock, enjoying how hard he was. This was an exciting time for him, she could tell. Jenna's hands touched Tracy's boobs, enjoying the extra bounce they had. Tracy knew her breasts were smaller than average, but they looked good on her body, and more than one man had commented on how nicely they bounced.
Jenna removed herself from Mr. Hayes’ face and laid next to him, offering him a long kiss. Tracy got up too, and lay on his other side. He moved over to kiss Tracy, and it must have been heaven for him, sandwiched between these two lovely young women.
Tracy whispered to him in a commanding voice. "Stand up."
He immediately slid to the end of the bed and jumped up. Tracy smiled. I'm still in control, she thought.
Tracy moved closer to Jenna. She rubbed her nails up the soft, naked skin of her legs. "I want you to fuck Jenna. I want you to fuck her like you've never fucked a woman before."
Mr. Hayes smiled. Tracy knew this was his dream, to please Tracy while fucking Jenna. Jenna smiled, turning to face him. Mr. Hayes put Jenna's legs on his shoulders, and put his cock on the precipice. Tracy lifted Jenna's head up and got underneath her, setting her head on his lap. Tracy's hands went to Jenna's tits, grabbing them, while she looked Mr. Hayes in the eye.
Mr. Hayes winked at her, and then slid inside of Jenna. Jenna was instantly moaning, practically screaming, as Mr. Hayes pounded her pussy. Tracy kept her hands on Jenna, and Mr. Hayes pushed Jenna's legs so that her knees touched her belly, eyes locked with Tracy the whole time. Jenna leaned back, her moans turning into frantic cries of pleasure. Her hand went to her clit, and she began to rub it.
A sheen of sweat broke out on Mr. Hayes' muscular body as he continued to pump inside of the young woman, and Tracy found herself being turned on by the sight and by the repeated thrust of Jenna against her legs. Suddenly, Jenna's cries took on a different tenor, as she began rubbing her clit even quicker. Her jaw dropped, and she looked up at Tracy. Tracy looked back down at her, and Jenna smiled.
The two girls locked eyes, until Tracy felt a familiar burning sensation behind her eyes. Just as Jenna closed her eyes in orgasm, Tracy closed her eyes against the blinding flash that accompanied a link with another person. To Mr. Hayes, it may have seemed that they came at the same time, Tracy so turned on by her gyrations that she had an orgasm herself. It was a dream come true for him.
Tracy recovered from the link before Jenna's orgasm ended, but she moved from underneath Jenna immediately. Tracy looked Mr. Hayes in the eye. "I want your cum," she said.
Mr. Hayes smiled, and Tracy turned around, getting on her hands and knees above Jenna. Mr. Hayes pulled out of Jenna, and Jenna looked as if she were lost without his cock filling her. However, when Mr. Hayes pushed into Tracy's wet slit, Tracy leaned down and kissed her.
From the rhythm of Mr. Hayes' thrusts, Tracy knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. She leaned onto Jenna more heavily, and Jenna's legs wrapped around her body. She knew that Mr. Hayes would enjoy the sight of a pair of female legs wrapped around her body, and she continued to kiss Jenna.
Jenna broke from the kiss. "Come in her, Paul. Fuck her hard. Fuck her until you come," she cried, egging him on. Tracy felt him swell in size as he let out a huge groan. Jenna leaned back and moaned as Mr. Hayes' hot seed coated Tracy's insides. Tracy had never seen someone so turned on by sex, and it was contagious. She moaned as well, the two women's sounds probably waking up everyone else in the apartment building.
Mr. Hayes pulled out of Tracy, and she could immediately feel the liquid leaking out of her. She stood up quickly. "Where's your bathroom? I'm afraid the tour guide must have missed it earlier," she said with a smile.
Jenna giggled. "Across the hall."
Tracy rushed across the hall and cleaned up as much as she could. She thought about taking a shower, then decided to ask if either of the other two wanted to join her. She came back into the bedroom, and to her surprise, the two were curled up in bed together, Jenna's head resting on Mr. Hayes' arm. Both of them were already asleep. Typical, Tracy thought. I'd expect that from a man, but Jenna too?
There was plenty of room on the bed, so Tracy got on the other side of Mr. Hayes. She didn't particularly like to sleep naked, but she doubted any of Jenna's clothes would fit her. Still, it was warm in the apartment, and she was able to go to sleep almost immediately.
Chapter 13
As expected, Tracy soon found herself as a floating pair of eyes in someone else's dream. She remembered the link she’d experienced with Jenna as they made love, and figured this must be her dream.
She was in a gigantic ballroom, lined with mirrors. It was like something out of Cinderella, or a Victorian-era movie.
There were people everywhere, all in fancy dress. Their clothes were more in focus than their faces. Jenna wore a beautiful dress with intricate embroidery. The beautiful pattern was clear, even within the dream as were Jenna's necklace and earrings. Tracy watched as they danced with each other, but in a dream-like trance.
Suddenly, trumpets sounded, and everyone looked towards the door. There, in a cream-colored dress, was Jenna. Her arm was locked around Mr. Hayes’ arm, and he was much larger than he was in real life. I suppose he can seem larger than life sometimes, she thought. They were obviously the honored guests of the ball.
Ha, Tracy thought. Jenna's in for a rude awakening if she thinks that she'll be going to the ball with Mr. Hayes. Tracy watched as the two of them made it to the dance floor, Jenna radiating happiness the whole time.
The two began to dance, and Jenna's dress fell out of focus. In fact, the only thing that was in focus were her beautiful cream colored high heels, which seemed to dance with a life all their own. Mr. Hayes kept up with every move she made, even though they seemed random.
A waiter in a tuxedo walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Jenna grabbed his arm and the man stood by, looking as if he hardly noticed the delay. Jenna stooped down and grabbed her shoe, pulling it off. She somehow opened the heel of the shoe up, and pulled out a large vial with a skull and crossbones on it. She dumped the contents of the vial in one of the wine glasses. Neither man in front of her seemed to even notice her doing any of this.
The dream changed tones. The lights shifted to something darker and dangerous and the shiny windows gleamed blood red.
As she spiked the wine, it turned purple and poured out ominous smoke. She handed the glass to Mr. Hayes, and the two clinked glasses. She giggled with delight. As soon as he took a sip of the drink, he gasped. He began to shrink immediately. Soon he was shorter than Jenna, and kept shrinking. She began to laugh, and he kept getting smaller.
“Now who's sorry?” Jenna laughed, her eyes gleaming. “You should have given me everything. If I can't have you, then no one will.”
When he was about six inches tall, she lifted up her heel and brought it down on him, and he immediately melted into a red puddle.
Tracy woke with a start. What a violent dream to have, Tracy thought. She looked over at Jenna, peacefully sleeping in Mr. Hayes' nook, a smile on her face as if she were enjoying herself and the thought of squishing Mr. Hayes. It made Tracy's stomach twist. And she seemed like such a nice girl, Tracy said silently to herself.
She got up, shaking and feeling sick to her stomach. The queasiness had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the death she'd just witnessed in her dream. It was the most disturbing thing she'd ever seen, and she had been in a lot of people's messed up dreams.
She needed a glass of water to go back to sleep. Or a shot of whiskey and prescription pill, if she were honest. The dream had been so violent and hate-filled she wasn't sure she'
d ever sleep again. A glass of water would at least get her out of bed and hopefully clear her head. She went all the way back to the kitchen, in the front of the apartment, before turning on a light. She felt silly standing in another woman's kitchen completely naked, but the water helped steady her nerves.
She looked around. There, by the door, she could see the pair of heels that Jenna had carelessly tossed in the closet when they had arrived. The closet door was still open, and she could see several rows of shoes. Typical of a girl this rich, Tracy thought.
Still, the dream troubled her. She walked over to the closet and opened it all the way. There were shoes of every color and type, sandals, sneakers...
And there, at the back of the closer, was the pair of shoes she had been wearing in the dream. Not a similar pair of shoes, these heels had the same straps, the same coloring, the same everything. Tracy knew that this was the exact pair. They were gorgeous, and they’d been the only part of Jenna's dream in complete focus.
Tracy went to her knees, and grabbed the two shoes. Her hands were strangely steady as she inspected the beautiful heels. They felt normal enough for shoes that cost more than she used to make as a waitress in a week. Tracy examined the heel of one shoe. She knocked her fingers against it, tried to lift off the bottom. Nothing. She grabbed the other shoe, and as soon as she pressed the front of the heel, a spring loaded compartment popped out. Nowhere near big enough to hold the vial from her dreams, but definitely big enough to hold a small vial.
The shoes hung limply in her hands as she considered the ramifications. Yet more proof that what happened in the dreams was a real connection. If what had happened with Mr. Hayes wasn't enough proof, this certainly vanquished any doubts Tracy had about her power.
She slowly put the heel back in place. Did Jenna mean to poison Mr. Hayes in front of everyone? It could be something like a laxative or a chemical designed to make him throw up, something just to embarrass him. Tracy hoped it was as benign as that, but something about the dream made her think it was much worse. She wanted him dead.
Tracy had no idea what Jenna could have against Mr. Hayes, but she knew she wasn't going to find out by just sitting here looking at the shoes. She carefully replaced the shoes, drank the rest of her water, and went back to bed. She wasn't sure she'd be able to go back to sleep. She'd have to let Mr. Hayes know in the morning. She looked over at Jenna, the angelic smile on her face telling the opposite story from what her dreams told.
"Yes James, I understand... yes, of course... yes... Very good." Mr. Hayes spoke smartly into his phone as he and Tracy rode down in the elevator. Tracy had got used to the morning calls from James and had stopped paying attention whenever Mr. Hayes's phone rang. He hung up the phone as they exited the elevator.
The doorman met them with a set of keys. Tracy smiled, knowing that Mr. Hayes probably had the car arranged the moment he’d stepped out of the chauffeured car the night before. His shoulders relaxed as the keys slid into his hand, and he knew he was in control yet again.
Tracy was quiet as Mr. Hayes started the car. She was still reeling from her premonition and her discovery of the spring-loaded shoe-heel. The implications were staggering. Tracy tried to figure out what Jenna would gain from killing Mr. Hayes.
Was it a financial motivation? Jenna's father was simply an investor and would actually lose money if Mr. Hayes died. Jenna was not in Mr. Hayes' will. Emotional reasons, perhaps? No, Tracy sighed as she shook her head. Jenna obviously had enjoyed his company, both at the salsa club and in the bedroom. She didn't have an emotional reason to kill him. Yet, the hate of the dream stuck with her. It just didn't make sense, but the dreams had never been wrong.
She'd tried to get more answers this morning, but Jenna was hungover and didn't want to talk. The younger woman wasn't as accustomed to alcohol as she had let on the night before, though she insisted she'd had a wonderful time. She'd even kissed them both when they left.
"You’re awfully quiet, Tracy. Are you alright?" Mr. Hayes asked, glancing over at her. He looked so comfortable in the driver's seat, carefully guiding the car back to his mansion. She shifted on the leather seat, her dress fitting uncomfortably the morning after.
"Bad dreams," Tracy said carefully. She wasn't sure if she should tell him what she had seen. There was a very real possibility that he was just going to dismiss her concerns as nothing but nightmares.
"I had great dreams last night," he said with a smile. He turned and caught her eye. "Thank you for that."
Tracy smiled, but it was half-hearted at best.
“What's wrong, Tracy?” Mr. Hayes asked. His voice held real concern and it sounded nice after the nastiness of the dream.
Tracy bit her lip before speaking. "I don't think Jenna is quite what she appears to be."
"What do you mean?" Mr. Hayes asked, his eyebrows coming together.
Tracy sighed. "I'm actually kind of suspicious about what Jenna has planned for you. I think she might try to hurt you."
“What?” Mr. Hayes frowned. “Why? And when? That makes no sense, Tracy.”
“I don't know why. But, if I had to guess, it would be at the charity ball.” Tracy looked at him, hoping he would take her seriously. “I don't think she's what she seems.”
“The charity ball? You're still upset about that?” Mr. Hayes looked over at her, his mouth agape. He stared at her as if she had grown a second head. "I can't believe you'd stoop to this level. I didn't think you'd be jealous, especially after how much fun you were last night, but apparently you are."
"I'm not jealous!" she practically screamed. It sounded untrue, even to her. "I’m actually concerned for your well-being. I just don't want you to go with her to the ball. I don't trust her," Jenna responded.
His patronizing tone grated on her. If only Mr. Hayes knew about Tracy's dream connections, he wouldn't dismiss her so lightly. Then again, he'd probably dump her immediately. There wasn't a good way to tell him how she knew. She wished he would just trust her on this.
"Tracy, I didn't want to bring this up until later, but I am going to the charity ball with Jenna. It's already been arranged," he said, having the decency to look at least slightly embarrassed.
"WHAT!? No! You can't go with her!" Tracy nearly screamed. It took all of her willpower not to completely lose her cool. There was no way that she could allow this. Jenna was going to kill him.
"I'm sorry, Tracy. Jenna's father insisted. I owe too much to that man not to do this," he said.
She decided to use the one phrase she knew had worked before. "Going to the ball with Jenna would displease me greatly and I know how much you want to please me," Tracy tried desperately to hold onto her composure. She hoped this tactic would work again.
"Tracy, this has already been arranged. I can't change it now. I am going to the ball with Jenna whether it pleases you or not. Please, don't let your jealousy ruin this for both of us," Mr. Hayes said, using his authoritarian billionaire voice. It made Tracy's blood boil.
"I don't want you to go with her. You can't. Bring anyone else. Anyone. I know you have a book full of beautiful bimbos who would do anything to be seen with you. Bring one of them. Anyone but her," Tracy pleaded.
"No, Tracy,” Mr. Hayes said coldly. “I am going with Jenna."
"She is going to kill you," Tracy enunciated every word as carefully as she could.
"Jenna is not going to kill me. You’re just jealous and had a bad dream. Don't make wild claims you can't support." Mr. Hayes took a quick look over at her, as if to make sure she was okay. "This isn't like you, Tracy," Mr. Hayes said, and Tracy couldn't tell if it was concern or anger starting to creep into his voice.
"You aren't listening to me at all. I just told you that I think Jenna is going to murder you, and you shrug it off and tell me you’re going to go to the social event of the year with her. You know what? You can just drop me off here," Tracy replied angrily. This wasn't how she had envisioned the day going.
"I am not dropping you off h
ere. Your apartment’s only a few blocks from here." Mr. Hayes rolled his eyes. Tracy gave serious thought to hitting him.
"Fine. Just know that I am incredibly displeased," Tracy growled and slammed her body into the back of her seat. She refused to look at him or answer him after that, staring out the window until he pulled up at her apartment.
As soon as the car stopped, she unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car.
"I'll have the paperwork for the restaurant drawn up. Do you want to talk about it over dinner?" he called out hopefully after her. She didn't say a word to him as she slammed the door shut and headed up to the front door.
Chapter 14
"Who does that!?" Tracy yelled at the empty apartment. She wasn't sure if she was referencing herself or Mr. Hayes. She flung her shoes on the floor near the door, feeling a perverse satisfaction at the way they banged the floor. He had paid for this apartment, not her. The scuff didn't bother her at all. She knew in the back of her mind that she would regret it later, but for the moment it felt like a small way to get back at him.
She pulled the dress over her head and threw it on the floor. She went in the bathroom and slammed the dials until hot water came out. She wanted to break everything she touched just to get the frustration out of her system. She stepped into the steaming water and let it wash over her.
Hot tears poured out, her frustration and pain finally releasing in the hot water. How could he do this to her? She screamed at the water, wanting to know why he would choose to hurt her like that. He knew that Jenna sparked a small jealousy in her, but to keep throwing it in her face was just mean. She had given him his greatest desire: a threesome, with a girl he had lusted after for a long time, and yet he refused to listen to her.
Slowly, the pain started to recede, leaving Tracy feeling hollow and worn out. I should just let him go with her. Won't he be surprised when he's dead, she thought to herself. The lack of warmth in the thought surprised her. Why do I have to do anything anyway? Her mind asked her coldly.