He nodded. Gray eyes met hers and she knew he would give her anything she wanted and more.
She thought about it for a moment. It was a dream come true. She had already tipped her hand that it was important to her, so she couldn't easily trade something else for it. She smiled, dancing slowly with him.
"I have three conditions," she finally said.
"I expected that," he said with a laugh. “I would be disappointed if you didn't.”
"One. The restaurant and a budget for a complete redecoration," she said, already thinking of the new décor.
"Agreed," he said, pulling her into him from a spin.
"Two. This is a one time thing," she said. She stopped dancing to make sure he knew she was serious.
He cocked his eyebrows. "You mean you'll never have another woman join us? Ever?" he asked.
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 replied. Tracy wasn't sure if he meant it, but she would stand fast. "And the third condition?"
Tracy grinned. "You may fuck her tonight, but only if you please me for the rest of this song."
Mr. Hayes laughed, pulling her into him for an embrace before kicking his dancing 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 hips 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.
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 Jenna, and Tracy looked over the balcony at them. Jenna looked absolutely fabulous when she was out on the dance floor with Mr. Hayes. Instead of being jealous, she was turned on, and Tracy knew that this would be a night that they would all remember. She found herself glad that she’d 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. Jenna hung off Tracy the whole way.
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.
"He sure is." Tracy smiled.
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. You two are close, right? It's not just an act?"
She sounded genuinely disappointed.
"No, it's not an act," Tracy confirmed. "He really does care for me, and I for him. We're happy."
"Oh. That's what I thought." Jenna blinked hard as if she were upset. "It just seemed like he might be interested in me tonight. I've always had a bit of a thing for him and was kind of hoping..."
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. Besides, she was looking forward to the evening now.
"He is going to ask you to come home with us," Tracy said, leaning into the mirror and reapplying her lipstick. She watched Jenna's reaction carefully. "I'm coming too. Enjoy it, and enjoy him, because this is a one-time event," Tracy said.