Tracy went to a nearby closet and quickly found what she was looking for – two black ties. She moved over to the bed, and smiled at him. “Put your hands up,” she said.
“Oh, some kinky stuff. I can get into that,” he said, with a slight amount of discomfort in his voice. He was clearly unsure of where this was going, but was not used to giving up his control. Tracy had looked up a lot of different knots this week, and she knew the best one to keep him completely fastened to the bed without cutting off circulation to his hands.
When she had finished she smiled and got back up. She slipped her shoes off and turned around. She slowly walked away from him, unbuttoning the dress shirt to her waitress outfit. Underneath it was the black lingerie she had carefully put on underneath, and she wanted to make sure it was still completely straight before she turned around for him to see it. It looked good, so she took the shirt off, turning around.
His eyes widened, and he smiled, as she undid her pants. She slowly worked them down, showing her black thong, garter belt, and stockings that had been hiding underneath. This set of underwear had maxed out her last credit card with any money left on it, but by this point she was sure she had made the right choice. Her body filled out the lingerie in all the right ways, and she was sure she looked better in it than that skinny bimbo would have.
She smiled, and did a little turn. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Yeah! Come on over here and I'll show you,” he said.
She smiled, and she knew it'd be her last smile for a few minutes. Again, she took a deep breath, then breathed it out, knowing there was no going back after this. “Really? Because I don't like what I see.”
He frowned. “Oh come on, you look great! I hate it when hot girls demean themselves.”
She laughed, a fake laugh. “Oh, not me! I look great! I was talking about you. I don't like what I see in you.”
His smile vanished. “What?”
“Right now, I'm looking at something that disgusts me.”
He looked shocked, and began to struggle against his bonds. “Hey, if this your idea of foreplay, then you're pretty weird.”
She ignored him. “What I see is a helpless billionaire, tied to a bed, not in control at all. Just like he's a helpless billionaire, tied to a company, not in control at all.”
He struggled more. “Look, I think we've had a misunderstanding. Untie me and I'll take you back home. We'll forget this ever happened.”
She felt like she might be losing control of the situation. She got to the foot of the bed, and touched his foot lightly. He relaxed a little bit.
“I think I know what you want, but I want to hear it from you,” she said.
He looked flabbergasted. “What do you think I want? Why do you think I brought you to my bedroom?”
She got up on the bed, moving her hands up his legs. “What do you want?” she asked again.
He blinked. “I want to f**k you, Tracy.” He started to sound a little frantic.
She frowned and grabbed his legs hard. “You want to please me?”
He smiled, thinking that he finally caught on to the game. “Yes!” he said, sighing as he did so. He was starting to get worked up, unsure if he was about to be robbed, murdered, or have fantastic sex. “Yes, Tracy, I just want to please you.”
“Really? Because, I don't think you can please me,” she said.
He got real quiet. Something inside of him, maybe deja vu, had stirred. He remembered the dream, she could tell. Suddenly the bulge in his pants grew in size, turned on by this woman in charge of him.
“That's right. I've known what you want all along,” she said, and reached up to unzip his pants. He moaned a little as his c**k sprang free from his pants. His member was long and thick, and I'm sure he was used to giving women the ride of their lives with it. It explained quite a bit of his confidence, Tracy thought. She began to get wet just thinking about lowering herself onto that beautiful cock, but she forced herself to snap out of it.
“What do you want?” she asked again.
This time he seemed to get the hint. “I want to please you,” he said.
“You'll never please me,” she said, surprised that she had managed to get that line out as confidently as she had. She grabbed onto his cock, holding it like she had in the dream. She didn't squeeze quite as hard as the dream Tracy had, but she was firm. He began to thrust into her hand, but she didn't do anything resembling a hand job to him.
“What do you want?” she asked once more.
“Oh God Tracy, I want to f**k you. I want to please you. I'll do anything. Tell me what it is and I'll do it. Just let me do it.”
She let go of his dick, and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His c**k thrust in the air, questing, trying to get to her still clothed pu**y. Occasionally it would brush against her panties, and she wanted to gasp, but she knew she had to remain in control. With her hands on his chest, she said, “That's not what you want. I know what you want, and it's not for you to take over from here.” She paused for effect, then,
“What do you want?”
“I want you to take control,” he said, shifting back and forth. His dick felt ready to explode from how hard it was behind her pu**y and ass.
“You want me to take control of...what?” she said, leading him to what she wanted him to say.
“I want you to take control of me!” he yelled.
“Good,” she said, her pu**y leaning up against his cock. Only that last little bit of fabric was stopping him. She could have sex with him now, get plowed for her own release, and it might still fit with her plan. No...
She got up. He writhed on the bed, half in ecstasy, half in agony. She walked over to where she had taken off her waitress pants and pulled a paper out of the pocket.
“You said the other day that you could help me with my medical bills,” she said, completely business-like.
He looked shocked, “You want to talk about this now!? Trust me, we can take care of this later.”
She ignored him. “You mentioned some friends with the Chamber of Commerce and other doctor friends. I don't care how you take care of this, but you're going to take care of it.”
He smiled. “Yes, yes, the bill will be paid. If that's what you want, if that's your price, you've got it. Money is no object. Now, can you come back into bed.”
She continued, “When this is taken care of, you'll come to the restaurant again. Then...” she ran her fingers through her hair, like she was getting turned on. “Well, then you'll see how I treat people who begin to please me.”