by Krista Lakes
She looked at Tracy, briefly, a tinge of jealousy in her eyes. Then she gestured for Tracy to join her in front of him. Tracy smiled and knelt next to her. Jenna rubbed her fingers up Tracy's back, eventually going to Tracy's face. As she grabbed Tracy's chin, the two moved in, a light kiss on each other's lips. Tracy watched as Mr. Hayes' cock went from half-erect to straight-as-an-arrow in a heartbeat.
Jenna must have noticed too, because she came in for even more of a kiss, their breasts brushing against each other lightly. Tracy had never gone quite this far with another woman, but it was far from unpleasant. The two of them made out for a few more moments before Jenna broke away, her eyes feasting on the cock in front of them.
Jenna moved in, grabbing his dick and taking it in her mouth. Tracy ran her nails lightly up Jenna's back, and Jenna shivered slightly in pleasure. She moved up and down, obviously with a lot of practice at this kind of thing. Tracy smiled. Maybe she wasn't as sweet and innocent as she looked, and maybe Mr. Hayes might be in for more of a treat than he had even expected.
Tracy got in on the action as well, and Mr. Hayes was given a show that he was sure to never forget. Jenna’s tongue licked one side of his rod, while Tracy licked the other. The two women moved their tongues all over his dick, sometimes meeting, but always keeping Mr. Hayes' pleasure in mind.
Tracy grabbed Mr. Hayes' dick and Jenna's head, pushing her onto it. "You take over," she said, and Jenna did exactly that. Tracy got on the bed, pushing Mr. Hayes down onto the bed. She worked her way up the bed, sitting on Mr. Hayes' stomach. She leaned down to kiss him, and whispered in his ear. "Don't forget. I can only please you if you please me."
Mr. Hayes smiled, clearly on Cloud Nine while his dick was being sucked. Tracy turned around, putting her ass in Mr. Hayes' face. As she worked her way to a good 69 position, she lightly grabbed Jenna's hair, moving the young girl's head up and down. She felt as Mr. Hayes slipped her panties to the side and buried his face in her warm sex. She moaned, "Mr. Hayes." Jenna looked up and smiled. She grabbed Mr. Hayes' cock and pointed it at Tracy, who stuck it in her mouth with pleasure. Jenna stood up and removed her panties, revealing a cute landing strip patch of hair.
Jenna moved up, running her nails over Tracy's back as Tracy had just done to her. She ran her fingers lightly over her ass before running them through Mr. Hayes' hair. She giggled, then Tracy heard her say, "I can't wait to see you make her come."
With that, Mr. Hayes increased his efforts. Tracy felt his tongue move into overdrive as he began to concentrate on her clit. She lifted her head up, lifted her whole body up, until she was practically sitting on his face. He never paused, never slowed down, just kept flicking his tongue against that clit. Jenna stood next to her, and ran her fingers from her side to her front, then up. As her fingers touched her nipples, Tracy brought her hands up and held Jenna's hands against her, cupping her breasts. She leaned back and kissed Jenna, a deep kiss, before the pleasure overwhelmed her.
She leaned back, every muscle tensed, before the dam of her orgasm broke. Every muscle spasmed as the electricity of her orgasm shocked her, as her two lovers touched her as she'd never quite been touched before. The intensity of the orgasm ebbed and flowed, like an electric current, and when it finally subsided, she was spent.
"I've always wanted to know how this felt," Jenna whispered as Tracy rolled off of Mr. Hayes.. He smiled, and moved all the way onto the bed, his head on the pillows. In an instant, Jenna was on him. Tracy heard Mr. Hayes and Jenna gasp together as she lowered her soaking pussy onto his rod.
She began bouncing on him, really looking youthful as her energy worked herself into him. All of a sudden, he put his hand on her back and brought her down. She continued to writhe against him, and he whispered in her ear. "You're on the pill, right?"
She blushed and froze. "Of course, Paul. A girl has to take every precaution nowadays."
Tracy bit her lip. She believed Jenna, but she knew that for Mr. Hayes to ask, he intended to come inside Jenna. Should she stop it?
She didn't need to worry. As Jenna started to grind on his cock again, she ran her hands through her hair. "Oh, it's going to be so hot to watch you come inside your girlfriend."
Tracy smiled. Jenna knew the most tactful way for her to say "There's no way you're going to come inside me" without actually saying it.
Mr. Hayes smiled, understanding loud and clear. His hands moved to her ass, and he started to thrust in her quickly. Tracy watched as Jenna squeaked at every deep thrust within her. This was better than any porn she had ever watched.
Mr. Hayes let go of her ass and she straightened back up, writhing like a snake on his cock. As she gyrated her hips in circles, Tracy came up behind her, wrapping her hands around her body to grab her perky little tits. Jenna leaned back, running her fingers through Tracy's hair. Mr. Hayes ran his hands up Jenna's body, eventually going to Tracy's body.
Suddenly, Tracy ran her fingers up Jenna's back, eventually grabbing a fistful of Jenna's hair and pulling slightly. It was a little out of character for her, but she heard Jenna gasp and she knew that she tightened up, because Mr. Hayes gasped as well. Tracy pulled the hair from Jenna's ear and whispered. "Why don't you let Mr. Hayes have a taste of that pussy?"
Jenna giggled a little, and when Tracy let go of her hair, she lifted herself from Mr. Hayes' cock. She crawled over Mr. Hayes and turned around, in a 69 position. Mr. Hayes wrapped his arms around Jenna's slender legs and began to lick.
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 accompan
ied 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."