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He went pale, leaning back against the table. “It’s encrypted, so he
won’t be able to watch it or copy it. If you do things to me that I don’t want,
I’ll release the file and the password to the media. However, if you manage to
continue to please me tonight, then the file and the hard drive it’s been
printed on will be yours.”

He still looked stunned. “Why are you doing all this?” he asked.

She looked him dead in the eye. “You’re a very dangerous man, Mr.
Hayes. Not only are you physically able to assault me, but you’re able to buy
your way out of most trouble. So far, you’ve been willing to please me, but,
like most men…” she paused for effect. “…You could change your mind.”

She walked toward him, put her hand on his chest, and kissed him. It
was the first kiss that she had given him without prompting, and he seemed like
he was instantly back in the mood. They kissed for a few moments more, and she
pulled away and whispered in his ear. “Forget about the cameras for now. You’ve
begun to please me, and I can see things going your way for the rest of the
night.” He began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse, and she dug her nails
into his back. When her shirt opened, he ran his fingers past her sides to her
back, instantly going for her bra strap. She pushed him away.

“I would have thought you knew that this wasn’t going to go quite the
normal way for you,” she said as she walked away from him. He started to
protest, but she just went behind the bar and grabbed a bottle. She quickly
pulled her shoes and pants off, and the rest of her blouse, so she was just
wearing a black bra and black thong.

“Stealing alcohol from the restaurant, now? And with all the cameras
you pointed out. Tsk tsk. I think I could get you in serious trouble.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it, Mr. Hayes. You bought it when I swiped
your card for dinner tonight.”

He fished in his pocket for his receipt, and smiled. “I guess I should
start looking at these more closely. Who knows how much you’ve stolen from me over
the years.”

“There’s a first for everything, Mr. Hayes. Tonight, I hope we’ll both
have a couple of firsts.” She took a swig from the bottle, and handed it to Mr.
Hayes. “To a first time for everything.”

He smiled. “To a first time for everything,” he said, and took a deep
drink. When he set the bottle down, Tracy was already next to him, moving in
for another kiss. Their kiss, spiked by champagne, was even sweeter than the
first, and soon Tracy found herself unbuttoning his dress shirt as well.

She was surprised at how much this domination stuff was coming
naturally to her. When he moved to take off her bra, she stopped him, her voice
gruff with control. “I’ll be taking off the clothes. On both of us.” His hands
moved away from her bra in a hurry, not wanting to mess this up for himself.

She stepped back and turned around. Her tits were bulging against the
fabric of her bra, and when she reached back and unfastened the snaps of her
bra, it fell off her shoulders immediately. She walked over to the bottle of
champagne and grabbed it.

When she turned and faced Mr. Hayes, his eyes practically bulged out of
his head. “Sit down and put your hands behind your back, Mr. Hayes,” she said.
He did as he was told, sitting on the nearest table, and she walked toward him
and straddled his leg. “Since you helped me clean up this restaurant, I also
want you to help me clean up my body.” She poured a little champagne on her
tits, the chilled liquid sending shivers up her spine. Some got on his chest
and his expensive dress pants, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he instantly went
in to lick her tits.

He sloppily moved his tongue from one nipple to the other, lapping the
alcoholic drink from her body. She poured a little more on herself, then set
down the champagne bottle. She shoved her tits together, pushing them up into
Mr. Hayes’ face.

“Do you like the way they taste?” He nodded, his face buried in her
cleavage. “Do you like the way I taste?” she asked, and again he nodded
furiously. He moved his hands from behind his back to her sides, but it was not
an attempt to gain control. Rather, he was just trying to steady himself, and
his hands felt so good against her skin. She let him keep his hands there, and
moved her own hands to behind his head. She pulled him in, smothering him with
her boobs. When she moved her hands in, it pushed her tits up even more into
his face. His five o’clock shadow prickled against her exposed skin.

When she finally pulled him away, he was gasping for air, but obviously
enjoying the hell out of himself. She immediately pushed him back in to her
tits, and his tongue instantly went back to work, and his mouth struggling to
get to her nipples. She smiled as she looked down, looking into his eyes, which
were expectantly looking up at her. She pulled away a little, grabbing the
champagne bottle again. She took a drink, then looked at him.

“Stick your tongue out,” she said. He smiled and did so where he sat,
and she shook her head with a smile. She moved toward him, and put her nipple
near his mouth. He got the idea, and moved his face the rest of the way, his
tongue lightly against her nipple. When she poured, he moved in closer, lapping
it up like a dog. She knew she’d have another mess to clean up when they were
done, the table and floor were getting soaked! She put the bottle back down,
then pulled his head up for a kiss. He kissed at her hungrily, his fingers
digging into her a little as she pushed down into him, tasting the champagne he
had cleaned off of her.

She pulled away again. “Stay there,” she commanded, and she meant it.
She backed up slowly, and put her thumbs under the straps of her thong. His
eyes bulged as she slowly pulled down her underwear, exposing her dripping
mound. She had done a little landscaping today, trimming herself into a nice
landing strip, which Mr. Hayes’ eyes were now fixated on. When the underwear
was off, she did a little turn for him, giving him a good look at her naked
backside.

“Wow,” he whispered, finally getting a look at her ass, which had
filled out nicely over the past few years. She turned back towards him, letting
her hair fall down her back, and gave him the “Come hither,” finger beckon.

“Bring the champagne,” she said as she walked away. She turned around,
jumping up on the bar backwards, her bare ass on the counter. Another thing
I’ll have to clean, she thought, as she crossed her legs and watched as he got
closer. When he got to the bar, he put the champagne bottle down and came in
for another kiss.

She leaned down and kissed him for a few moments before pushing him
away. She grabbed the champagne bottle, taking another drink. Her legs opened
up, and his eyes again fixated on her sweet sex. She thought about what he
would feel like inside her, and she wanted it so bad, but she had to stick with
her plan.

“Put your hands behind your back again, and try to please me with your
tongue,” she said. He smiled once more, and moved to between her legs. She put
one leg on each of his shoulder’s as he began to taste her legs. He kissed his
way up one foot, building the anticipation as he went. Every kiss was like a
jolt of electricity down her spine. He was really good at this, she thought.
When he got to her dripping snatch, he began to move down the other leg.

Oh no, she thought, and she grabbed his head, putting it right where
she wanted it. He moaned, and began to lick her pussy. Her legs clenched a
little, holding his head in place. She grabbed the bottle of champagne, and
poured it near her belly button, letting it flow down to her pulsating clit. He
eagerly licked it up, running his tongue up and down her labia, licking it all
up. Soon she leaned back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue.

Again he put his hands on her, bracing himself by wrapping his muscular
arms around her legs, his hands resting on top of her legs. She felt the heat
within her rising, and she began to moan herself. She let go of his head, and
he continued to tease at her clit. She tensed, and relaxed, and tensed, and
finally she released all her tension. When she came, she clenched his head tightly
between her legs, and still he managed to soldier on. It was a short, intense
orgasm, and it left her gasping for air.

When she finally relaxed her legs, he, too, was gasping for air. He
pulled away a little, and grinned up at her. She smiled at him gently, then put
her hands on the back of his head again. “You’re not done yet, Mr. Hayes,” she
said, as she jerked him back into her muff. He eagerly went back to work, this
time rougher.

She again released his head, and this time he moved his hand to her
clit, flicking it back and forth. She figured he’d earned a little break, and
she leaned back and enjoyed it. She began to whimper, as again she felt herself
about to cum. The release this time was a slow burn, as she squeaked and tensed
her legs again, feeling his fingers furiously rubbing her clit. She didn’t know
how long she lay there, enjoying the feeling.

When she recovered, pushed him away and stood up next to him. “I think
you deserve a little reward,” she said, feeling his huge member straining
against the fabric of his dress pants. He smiled, and began to grind against
her. She tasted her own sweet cum in his mouth, and it turned her on that much
more. Once again, she had to calm her raging libido to keep from surrendering
to his advances.

“Get up on the bar,” she demanded after breaking from a kiss. He did as
he was told, hopping up in the puddle of champagne that was already there. She
instantly went for his zipper, pulling it down and pulling his cock out. Again,
she was surprised at how big it was. He groaned with pleasure as she began to
stroke his cock, looking up at his eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed the bottle of
champagne.

“You know, I’m feeling a little thirsty,” she said, as she poured a
little of it on his dick. He gasped, same as she had gasped, at the sensation
of the still cold liquid. She immediately took his cock in her mouth, sucking
all the champagne off, while he smiled and moaned softly. She moved up and
down, savoring the feeling of this massive cock in her mouth. He moved his
hands to the back of her head, trying to push her down, and she threw his hands
off. She stood up.

“Oh no, Mr. Hayes. Put your hands back behind your back,” she ordered.
He did as he was told. “Hmm… Since you can’t be trusted not to fuck my face,
what else can you fuck?”

“I’ve got an idea,” he said, a grin on his face.

“I’m sure you do, but I’m sure that you should not be rewarded for
this,” she said. She seemed to think for a moment, then commanded, “Lean back.”

He leaned back, those muscular abs having no trouble holding himself
steady as he braced himself with his elbows. She moved in, putting his rod, now
wet with her saliva, between her tits. She moved her arms together again, and
they made a pleasing tunnel for him. She moved them up and down, stroking his
cock, making a fantastic image for him. When his cock began to get dry, she
poured the rest of the champagne in the bottle on her tits, making them slick
with alcohol and sweat. His hands gripped the edge of the bar, and his face
began to contort a little.

She moved faster, trying to get his release. In a few more moments, the
friction from rubbing against her tits made him dry again. She moved her boobs
out of the way, and gave the top of his cock a sloppy kiss. He moaned again,
saying “Don’t stop…” She did stop, but her saliva made a great lube as she
began to jerk him off. He bit his lip and held on tight, and within a few
moments, great ropes of cum shot out of his cock.

It turned her on so much to know that she was causing his orgasm, that
the mess that was now pooling around the base of his cock was her doing. She
jerked him off until he stopped gasping, until he collapsed backward from the
intensity of it all.

She went to the sink and washed her hands, then grabbed three
washcloths. With the first, she gently cleaned up his cock and pants the best
she could, while he looked on, a gentle smile on his face. When she was done,
she threw the second washcloth on his chest.

“No time to rest, Mr. Hayes, we’ve got to clean up our mess.” He
laughed a little, but watched as she moved over to the table they had started
on and bent over, cleaning the champagne up with her ass sticking in the air.
He moved to clean the bar…

***

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 said, “So when
can we do this again?”

Tracy smiled. She had been waiting for this moment. “You are so close,
Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me.” She walked away from him, and
pulled out a stack of envelopes, each with papers in them, held together by a
rubber band. She came in 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, 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 take 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.”

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