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Tracy's dreams were always a chaotic mess now, punctuated by the interruptions of other people's dreams into her mind. Tonight she found herself in a falling dream, wondering when she would hit the ground. The details were sketchy, and she wasn't nearly as worried as she knew she should be. Before she could even see where the ground was, the scenery changed.
She was now in a much more clear setting. It was a setting she had seen many times before. Many of Mr. Hayes' dreams began in his bedroom, and tonight was no different. The bed was bigger than it was in real life, and the details of the rest of the room were fuzzy, but there could be no doubt that this was his room. On the bed, Mr. Hayes lay waiting for something. His c**k was always larger than life, but the rest of his body barely came into focus. These were details he never thought about, she guessed.
Out of the bathroom walked "Tracy", or rather what Mr. Hayes dreamed of when he dreamed of Tracy. Tonight, the dream "Tracy" was wearing the little black dress that she had promised to wear. The cowl neck was hanging extra low, showing off tits that were just a little bigger than hers really were. The already short dress was even shorter in his dream, and was so tight that she would have to lose ten pounds to even consider putting it on. Of course it looked fantastic on her in his dream.
Her hair was jet black tonight, the bangs falling over her eyes to partially obscure her face. In fact, her face was difficult to make out at all. It was clear that it was her, but it was clear that her body was the focus of the dream.
The dream "Tracy" began to walk towards the bed, but before she could get there, another figure walked out of the bathroom. Tracy chuckled to herself. A common fantasy of Mr. Hayes was bedding two women at once. He had even broached the subject to her already, and she made it clear that he had better make damn sure it was worth it, because she would make him pay for it afterwords.
The figure also walked towards the bed, wearing a similar little black dress, fitting similar to "Tracy's". Two of me? Tracy thought, chuckling to herself. She quickly stopped laughing when she looked at the other woman's face. With laser focus, down to the detail, was a young woman's face. She looked angelic, cherubic, with cheeks just chubby enough to be considered cute. Light freckles dotted her face. Her hair was light brown and only highlighted her innocence.
Tracy needed no introduction to know who this was. Jenna Tice. The cute daughter of a major investor that had caused Mr. Hayes' heart to skip a beat upon the very mention of her name. Tracy knew that Mr. Hayes liked all women, no matter their age, as long as they were hot. Most of the women she had brought to the restaurant had been younger than Tracy, but not this young.
The dream "Tracy" brought "Jenna" in for a kiss. The two of them made out for a moment before Mr. Hayes stood and walked to behind "Jenna". The dream "Tracy" stepped back, and "Jenna" leaned over the bed without looking back. Her clothes seemed to dissolve around her, leaving a skinny, pale, young girl. Mr. Hayes put his hands on "Jenna's" hips. He looked at the dream "Tracy" expectantly.
The dream "Tracy" appeared to be turned on. "Fuck her," she commanded him.
Immediately, his clothes seemed to dissolve as well. His erect c**k entered her, and Jenna moaned with ecstasy. The dream "Tracy" moaned with ecstasy as well, watching the spectacle in front of her.
"Yes, f**k her."
Mr. Hayes' hands seemed to rub all over "Jenna's" body without him moving from behind her. However, his eyes remained locked on the dream "Tracy's" eyes.
"Harder."
He strove to pound into her even more, and every extra effort seemed to drive all three of them closer to orgasm. The room itself began to dissolve, leaving them all in a black nothingness, floating in space, as they all focused on their own pleasure. Mr. Hayes cried out, and began to loose his seed...
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Tracy awoke with a start. She wondered if something had awoken Mr. Hayes from his dream or if she had simply woken up for some other reason. She went to the bathroom of her apartment and splashed some water on her face. She still felt uneasy.
It wasn't that the dream was unpleasant. She had been something of a wildcat in college and even during medical school. There weren't too many women that she hung out with back then who hadn't made out with a girl for the entertainment of a guy at some point in their life. So it wasn't as if she was disgusted at the thought of her boyfriend fantasizing about her making out with another woman. It was that the image of Jenna in his dreams had been so clear.
At least the rest of the dream had a meaning that made sense, and it made her smile. Even during his most primal fantasy, to conquer two women at once, he had made it clear that it was part of that fantasy to please Tracy. It was just that, in this dream, the dream "Tracy" had been pleased by him f**king another woman hard.
That was one fantasy of his that would have to stay in his dreams, Tracy thought. She thought about what it would be like, and decided it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she would let it happen one day, but with some bimbo that meant nothing to him, not Jenna. She knew that her position as his girlfriend was not impossible to topple. Encouraging him to have sex with a woman, a girl, who he'd have to see on a semi-regular basis was something she'd have to avoid.
It'd have to be something that she used infrequently, but she could see making it work for her situation. She thought about doing it the next evening, when they went out for dinner and dancing, but decided that she'd wait until after the Ronald Hayes Cancer Research Charity Ball. Wouldn't want to give him any ideas about trying to bring both Tracy and Jenna.
She brushed her teeth again, and before she knew it, she was back to sleep, dreaming her own dreams.
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Tracy looked herself over one last time. No wonder Mr. Hayes likes this dress so much, it does look good on me, she thought. Not quite as good as it had looked on the dream version of her, but it did seem to hug in all the right places. The cowl neck showed off the cle**age of her B-sized tits, and it made her h*ps look fantastic. She still didn't make it to the gym as often as she'd like, but this dress seemed to make all her extra weight melt away.
She was glad she was still a looker. So much of her plan relied on the fact that she was physically attractive, even if she was no model. She strapped her heels on, the ones that were comfy at the end of a long night of dancing. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before walking out the door. She never wanted to be skinny enough to be a runway model, she thought, but maybe a career as a plus sized model wouldn't be so bad.