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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,