She smiled briefly. "That's not quite what I meant. I might be convinced to do it again, but never again with Jenna. It'll have to be a different woman next time."
Mr. Hayes hesitated for just long enough that Tracy added,"These conditions are non-negotiable."
"Alright, I agree," he said. Tracy wasn't sure if he meant it, but she would stand fast. "And the third condition?"
She leaned in close. "You may f**k her tonight, but only if you please me for the rest of this song."
Mr. Hayes smiled and kicked it into overdrive. His dancing instantly took on a new energy, and it was as if she were dancing with a new man. Every thrust, every dip, every time they locked eyes, they all reminded her that he knew who he was really here with, even if he might be going home with two women tonight.
As the song ended, he dipped her very low. At the very bottom of the dip, he held her there. His eyebrows lifted, as if to ask, "Was that good enough?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her back up, and immediately gestured towards the stairs. She led the way. The hands on her h*ps groped her with even more intensity than they had last time, and she could feel his manhood brushing up against her. She was completely turned on.
When they got back to the table, Jenna, of course, was there. What surprised Tracy was that she was eating a piece of cake...her cake! She was furious for a moment, then laughed at herself when she realized that she would be okay with sharing her man tonight, but would flip out over sharing a chocolate torte.
Jenna smiled as she saw them, and immediately began pouring three shots. Tracy almost refused hers, but when Mr. Hayes picked it up and handed it to her, she found it hard to resist. Mr. Hayes raised his shot glass in the air. "To negotiation!"
When Jenna looked confused, Tracy put her shot glass up. "How about this instead?" She looked at Jenna. "To new experiences." They all clinked shot glasses.
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For the rest of the evening, Mr. Hayes divided his attention evenly between the two women. Jenna seemed strangely aloof, as if she didn't care that he was hitting on her. However, the man kept dancing, the shots kept being poured, and soon all three were sweaty and drunk. Tracy hoped that Mr. Hayes had paced himself. It would be quite embarrassing if he exhausted himself before he was required to perform that evening.
At one point Mr. Hayes was dancing with the girl, and Tracy looked over the balcony at them. Jenna looked absolutely fabulous when she was out on the dance floor with Mr. Hayes, and Tracy knew that this would be a night that they would all remember. She found herself glad that she had agreed to this. New experiences, indeed.
As the two stumbled their way back to the table from the dance floor, Jenna took a sip from her cranberry drink. She looked a little woozy. Tracy wouldn't have been surprised if she couldn't hold her alcohol at her age and weight. "Hey, Jenna. Would you come to the bathroom with me?"
Jenna smiled up at her and nodded. The two grabbed their purses and left Mr. Hayes all alone at the table.
There was a line at the bathroom on the first floor, but the VIP had a bathroom all to itself, and there was no line at all. As a couple girls walked out, Jenna and Tracy walked in.
In the bright lights of the mirror, Tracy could tell for sure. Jenna was trashed. "Mr. Hayes sure is a lot of fun to hang out with," she said, running some water onto her hands.
Tracy smiled. "He sure is."
Jenna looked Tracy up and down in the mirror. "You're a lucky woman to be with him. I keep thinking he's going to ask me to come home with him, but then I remember that you came here with him."
Tracy smiled. If Mr. Hayes hadn't yet "sealed the deal", Tracy was unsure if she should help him or not. She decided, however, that she could help ensure that her conditions were met if she helped the process along.
"He is going to ask you to come home with him. I'm coming too. Enjoy it, and enjoy him, because this is a one-time event," Tracy said.
Jenna's jaw dropped a little bit. "You're serious?"
Tracy was still all smiles. "Of course I'm serious. You're not prude, are you?"
Jenna, her mouth still agape, shook her head. "Of course not. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met."
Tracy looked at the two of them in the mirror. The two women in their black dresses made quite a pair, and she was sure that they would blow Mr. Hayes away.
"Now, let's not keep him waiting. Oh, and Jenna?" Tracy stopped.
Jenna looked back.
"Don't tip him off about what I told you."
Jenna smiled and winked at her before wobbling out of the restroom. Tracy followed her, watching the girl sashay out. She watched her h*ps sway from side to side and decided that this was going to be a fun experience.
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"Well ladies? Another shot?" Mr. Hayes asked holding up what was left of the bottle. They both nodded and he poured the last of the liquor into the glasses. They clinked glasses and swallowed the bitter liquid. A waitress came by and picked up the empty bottle.
"Can we please get another?" Mr. Hayes asked, catching the waitress's elbow. The waitress's face furrowed and she bit her lip.
"I'm very sorry sir, but the bar has closed. If you would like, I can get the manager and he can unlock the bar..." she said trying to keep him happy. Mr. Hayes frowned, his eyes going dark.
"Paul, I'm sure you have something at your house. My father is always talking about your amazing wine cellar," Jenna interjected, catching Mr. Hayes's attention. The waitress hovered for a moment, looking anxious until Mr. Hayes smiled.
"Jenna, that is a wonderful suggestion," he smiled drunkenly at Tracy. Tracy nodded and she could practically see him wiggle with excitement. Tracy waved the waitress away, smiling at the look of relief flooding the poor thing's features. She knew what it was like to not be able to make a customer happy. She had been in that situation one too many times herself.
The three of them worked their way to the entrance of the club. Mr. Hayes began looking for his keys before remembering that he had given them to the valet. He laughed a little too loud and caught the attention of the club owner.
"Mr. Hayes, I hope you had a wonderful time this evening," the owner said smiling at him. The glazed expression on Mr. Hayes' face revealed just how much he had to drink. "I would like to offer you the services of the club car to return you to your home. If you would like, I can have your car delivered to you."
"What do you mean the "club car"? I only drive myself," Mr. Hayes said stubbornly. The club owner looked uncomfortable for a moment, but held firm.