Consequences Pt. 24

Jen came out a few minutes later. Her hair was wet, she had a towel around her. "Can you go out there, I need to dress," she said.

"Yeah sure," he said moving to get up.

Jen stopped him, sitting down on the bed and putting her hand on his thigh. "I know I'm being a bitch," she said apologizing to him. "I'm sorry, I'm just going crazy."

"It's okay Jen, I understand," Drums said.

"I'm really glad you're here, it's helping," Jen said giving him a weak smile. She leaned over and kissed him.

Drums wanted to fuck her again, but he sensed that would be the wrong move. So instead he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "I'm here for you Jen," he said hugging her close.

Jen started crying, her worries about Mike coming back. Drums held her tight and stroked her hair and let her cry herself out.

Jen managed to calm herself. They ate a light dinner. As it started to get dark Drums said "I guess I should be getting home."

"Are you staying at the Bronx apartment?" she asked.

"Yeah."

That was a long way with a bike, even on the subway. "You can stay here if you want," she offered.

"Cool," Drums said grinning.

They watched a movie on Netflix. About half way Drums put his arm around Jen. This time she let him. She looked up at him and he kissed her. Soon they were fucking on the sofa (this time he put on a condom without Jen having to ask).

"You can stay in the guest room, okay?" Jen said, making it clear he was not sleeping with her in the master bedroom.

"Sure" he said smiling, but inside he was disappointed.

Later Drums was in bed, looking up at the ceiling. He wondered again if it was worth being here. Yes, he lusted after Jen, and he was probably in love with her too. But she clearly belonged to Mike, there was no chance of a future with her. He was just wasting his time, and he was just going to get his heart broken again.

In the darkness he heard Jen weeping in her room. She was crying again.

He walked over to her room. He knocked and cracked open the door. "Jen are you okay babe?"

Jen continued to cry. He got into bed with her. She was in a ball, weeping. Drums pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight. That seemed to calm her a little. Jen fell asleep that way, in Frankie's arms.

The next morning, as Jen dressed she tried to focus. She put her troubles into three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. The Joe bucket was serious but to her it paled in importance next to the Mike bucket. She didn't really care about the Memphis bucket at all, but she was professional enough to realize she had to focus on Memphis today.

So that was what she did. She did her best to push the Mike and Joe buckets to the back of her mind and tried to focus solely on Memphis.

"Are you ready?" Johnny asked nervously when she got to work. Her Memphis team was there, as well as many of her partners including Mr. Winters, one of the most senior partners.

"Yes," Jen said.

"Are you sure?" Johnny asked looking uncertain.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY JOHNNY AND LET ME DO MY JOB!" Jen hissed.

Everyone took a step back, shocked. Jen rarely cursed at work, and never in anger.

"You heard her everyone," Mr. Winters said with a slight smile on his face. "Get the fuck away and let Ms. Andrews do her job." Inside he smiled. At that moment he knew they were going to win the Memphis account.

And they DID win the Memphis account. Somehow she was able to push Mike from her thoughts and focus exclusively on Memphis. Everyone agreed she was brilliant. At the end of the day Memphis chose them as their primary advertising firm.

Everyone congratulated Jen like a quarterback leading his team to the winning touchdown in the Superbowl. "We're celebrating, you're coming right?" Allie said enthusiastically.

"I think I'll pass," Jen said. Now that they'd won, the Mike bucket was back at the forefront of her mind.

"Come on Jen, you have to celebrate with us!" Scott said.

"I think we can give Ms. Andrews a rain check this time," Mr. Winters said, giving her a kind, understanding smile. He knew Jen had just saved their firm. He hugged her and said "Well done Jennifer. And thank you."

Jen hugged Johnny. "Sorry I yelled at you."

"Are you kidding?" Johnny said smiling warmly at her. Getting serious he said "Take care Jen. Take tomorrow off if you need it."

Jen felt listless as she rode the subway home. She worried about Mike, they'd been no news for so long, she felt numb. The unknowing was the hardest. If only she knew what was happening, she didn't even know for sure where he was, and the government hadn't even charged him with anything yet. Their official line was "being detained for questioning regarding terrorist activities."

She walked into the loft apartment, dropping her bag. She didn't notice as her iPhone fell out, hitting the floor and breaking the screen.

She didn't want to be home, but she didn't want to be partying with her team either. She didn't want to be around happy people. She didn't want to do anything. She sat down, looking out the window and not really seeing anything.

"How'd it go?" a voice behind her said.

She jumped up, startled. But it was only Frankie.

"Oh hi," she said. "How'd you get in?"

"I borrowed your spare key," he said. "Hope that's okay."

She shrugged. It wasn't okay but she didn't have the energy to call him on it.

"So how'd your big Memphis thing go?" he asked again.

"We won," she said.

"That's great!" he said enthusiastically. He pointed to the kitchen. "I made dinner to celebrate!"

Jen looked at the table. He'd laid out food and plates, even candles. "You're sweet," she said. "How'd you know we'd win?"

"I covered all the bases," Drums said grinning. He pointed to the side table, there were 2 cakes. One cake said "Congrats!" The other said "Maybe Next Time."

Despite her worries, Jen couldn't help laughing.

"So you want to eat?" Drums asked.

She walked over to the cakes. They were really funny. Smiling she swiped at the "Congrats" icing and licked her finger. She suddenly felt the intense pressures of the day easing out of her. She HAD done a really amazing thing, winning Memphis.

She looked at Drums, wearing a lopsided grin. "I guess I'd like to get drunk."

Drums smiled back. "I know just the place."

Drums took Jen to the Cage, an underground club. It was dark and crowded with 20- and 30-somethings, and a couple of local alternative bands were blaring out music in different rooms.

Drums pushed a beer into Jen's hand. Then he held out a pill. It was Ecstasy. "You feel like it tonight?"

Jen looked at the pill. Why not? Johnny said she could take tomorrow off (she was probably higher in the partnership hierarchy than Johnny, but she'd always think of her mentor as her boss). There was a lull with Memphis for a few days until things really got going. She could use a blow-out evening.

"Sure," Jen said talking the pill from him. She swallowed it and washed it down with beer. "You're taking one too right?"

"You bet babe," he said grinning. He popped one into his mouth.

Jen almost immediately felt the euphoria brought on by the sex drug. Ecstasy made everything better, the music, the laugher of people, every touch. She felt more energetic (unlike weed that usually made her feel mellow). She felt happy, the first time since Mike's arrest.

Jen talked and laughed with Frankie, feeling almost normal. Frankie wrapped his arm around her and hooked his thumb into her back pocket, like a boyfriend would do. She let him.

They drank a few beers and soon Jen felt both high and drunk. It felt good to let loose!

Drums leaned in and kissed her. It was dangerous, they were in the middle of Manhattan, she might know someone there. But at that moment she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

They heard a voice "Hey love birds." Both Jen and Drums looked over. It was Mal.

"Hey Mal," Jen said with a drunken, lopsided grin.

Mal could tell Jen was high. Even though Drums had his arm around her (like a boyfriend with his girlfriend), Mal stepped closer and gave Jen a hello kiss on the lips. It was actually more than a hello, the kiss lingered. Jealousy flared in Drums but he didn't say anything. Mal was his friend and the unofficial leader of the Ramones.

"How about a dance?" Mal said grinning lustfully at Jen.

"Sure," Jen said smiling and taking his offered hand. She briefly squeezed Drums' hand as she walked off with his friend.

Drums felt even more jealous but again he didn't do or say anything. He scowled at Mal. Mal was the poster child for "bigger isn't always better." He had a small dick but he always got the prettiest girls, and they always seemed to leave his bed both happy and really satisfied.

It pissed him off though, how he moved in on Jen. Mal knew he had a thing for this girl, friends didn't do that to friends. But then, HE was making moves on Mike's wife, and Mike was supposed to be his friend. Drums shrugged. Whatever.

Mal and Jen swayed to the music, dancing close, his hands on her hips. "Haven't seen you in a while, you look good babe," he said.

"Thanks, you do too," Jen said smiling and looking up into his face. God this man was gorgeous, he looked just like Ben Afflect!

"So you gonna just tease me tonight, like last time?" Mal said running his hand along Jen's bare shoulder. Jen had changed into a clubby outfit, a tight spaghetti strap top, skinny jeans and high heels. Underneath she wore a lacy bra and panties.

"Don't complain, I did more than tease you last time," Jen said with a laugh.

Mal ran his finger across her lips. "A blow job's just an appetizer babe," he said with a lustful grin. "Besides your husband blew me, not you. He's good, I can tell he likes sucking cock."

Jen smiled, remembering that party. Her worry for Mike was always there of course, but that had been a really exciting time with Mike, for her it was a good memory. She was pretty sure it turned Mike on too, although he'd never admit it. Remembering that time from not too long ago, it actually helped relieve some of her worry for Mike. Of course, the Ecstasy helped a lot too.

Mal interpreted Jen's smile as an invitation. He pulled her close. "I can make you feel really good," he boasted.

"You have no idea how many guys have told me that," Jen said laughing again. Mal seemed to be clueless as to what was going on with Mike. In a way that was refreshing, to get away from her troubles for an evening.

"Give me a chance," he said grinning at her.

"Maybe I will," Jen purred. She moved into his arms, pressing her body against his. On her tips toes she reached up and kissed him.

They made out in the middle of the dance floor. Mal cupped and fondled her breasts. Jen snaked a hand between their bodies. She rubbed his hard-on. He felt small (like Mike) but really hard.

She felt someone pulling them apart. "Hey come on now," Drums said. He looked annoyed at Jen. He scowled at Mal as if saying "this is my girl."

"I guess not tonight," Jen flippantly said to Mal, laughing.

"God you're a cock tease," Mal said scowling at her.

"Um, guilty!" Jen said holding up her hand and laughing again. She let Drums pull her away. Over her shoulder she gave Mal a bubbly smile and said "Bye Mal."

She was clearly drunk and high. Mal couldn't help grinning back at her.

"God I'm so drunk," Jen said swaying as they walked. Drums needed to hold her as they walked up the steps to street level, otherwise she would probably fall flat on her face.

"You tease too much, you're going to get in trouble," Drums chastised her as they rode home in a taxi.

"I'm a slut, you know that," Jen said drunkenly. "I like sex too much." She pulled Drums to her and they made out all the way home.

Inside the loft apartment Jen pushed Drums onto the sofa. She got on her knees between his legs. She took out his cock, he was rock hard. But there was hurt on his face.

"Aw poor baby, did I make you jealous flirting with your friend?" she playfully whined in a clearly fake little girl voice.

"Fuck Jen you're a real bitch," he derided her. Inside he WAS hurt and jealousy, and now she was making fun of him.

"Do you really think I'd pick Mal, when I've got this to play with?" Jen said with a carefree laugh, holding his cock with both hands (and she needed both hands, that was how thick he was!).

"So I'm just something to play with?"

"Yeah, you're just my fuck toy," Jen said looking at his cock. He really had a nice one. She lowered her head and swallowed him into her mouth.

Drums groaned, his head rolling back. She was hurting his feelings, clearly he didn't mean anything to her, but still her mouth felt soooo good.

She sucked him for a few minutes, then stood up. She undressed slowly, letting him eat her up with his eyes. After shimming out of the skinny jeans she stepped back into the high heels like a true slut. She straddled his lap, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They made out and fondled each other, both of them soon panting. Jen reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her pussy. She lowered herself onto him, his cock slowly penetrating her. She knew he didn't have a condom on but at that moment she didn't care.

They kissed as she rode him, lustfully pushing her tongue down his throat. God his long thick cock felt so good! So much better without a condom, she loved skin to skin! And the Ecstasy made it feel even better!

She came on his cock, her back arching and her toes curling in the high heels as the orgasmic pleasure ripped through her.

Drums kissed her as she came down from her orgasm. "Don't I mean anything to you?" he asked.

"You're my fuck toy, isn't that enough?" she said drunkenly, riding him slow.

Drums got suddenly angry. He threw her onto her back and pounded her hard, violently. He put her legs over his shoulders so he could fuck her even harder, he wanted to hurt her, abuse her!

But Jen loved it! She clawed at his muscular arms and back as she felt another climax building in her.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me hard!" Jen urged him. Even as he felt his own orgasm approach, tears welled in his eyes, he knew he meant nothing to her.

Jen threw her head back as she came. Her spasming pussy muscles pushed Drums over the edge. He grabbed her shoulders and then violently slammed up into her, once, twice, over and over, each time shooting his potent seed into her unprotected and fertile womb.

"Yeah, yeah, god!" Jen said riding him thought his orgasm. She felt his ejaculation splattering her walls, it felt so nasty!

Drums collapsed onto her, completely physically and emotionally spent. Finally he leaned up on his elbows and looked at her. She had passed out.

Feeling disheartened, Drums pulled out of her. His shaft was covered with their combined juices. His sperm oozed out of her pussy. He must've cum a lot inside her.

He was angry and hurt, but she looked like a sweet angel as she slept. He carried her to bed. Along the way her high heels fell from her pretty feet. He gently laid her in bed.

Jen automatically rolled to her side. Drums got into bed, spooning her and pulling the blanket over then. He put his arm around her and she sleepily pulled it to her breasts. They slept that way.

Jen fell into a routine with Drums. She worked really hard at work, getting all the Memphis campaigns going. Sometimes she worked out after work, sometimes not. When she got home he was there, he'd have dinner ready. They ate dinner, watched a little TV, worked on his marketing a little, drunk and maybe smoked some weed. At night they fucked, he always got her off at least once, and then slept together in the same bed.

Jen continued to categorize her life into the three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. It was the only way she could get by.

Frankie was somewhere in there. He didn't rate his own bucket. But his being around was comforting, it was nice not to be alone. Frankie tried to lighten her spirits, he kidded around and played his guitar. But when she was with him she was only half there, her thoughts elsewhere.

In the back of her head Jen knew Frankie had feelings for her. She knew she was using him. But then, he was using her too. And he could leave anytime she wanted. She didn't worry about Frankie, he was an adult, she already had too many things to worry about.

Like before they had sex all the time, at least once a day. It was almost as if they'd never stopped, because between their break up and now she'd only had that one night with Joe. Their sex was a temporary distraction and satiated her body's urges (which otherwise would have been annoying, like an itch you couldn't find to scratch).

Mostly Drums always used condoms. Sometimes she'd let him inside her bareback if she was feeling really horny (and high!) but she always made him pull out. Except for that one time he never came inside her.

She was only mildly worried about getting pregnant. In her life there had been more than a few times when guys had cum in her (and she wasn't on the pill) and she never got pregnant, except for that one time with Tom. She was too busy at work and worried about Mike to pay it much attention. She fleetingly thought about going on the pill. But she was using condoms, she was making Frankie pull out, that had worked all her life.

There was no new information about Mike. Sam and his powerful law firm were working hard at it but they were getting nowhere with the government, Sam had still not been allowed to talk to Mike. Reporters like Jasmine Kelly were also putting a lot of pressure on the government to provide updates on Mike, and more than a few Congressmen and Senators were pushing for more information, but the administration would not bulge.

But the government was definitely feeling the pressure. "We can't hold him forever," the FBI Director said. He shook his head as he read the report. "It's become a crusade for Jasmine Kelly, she's organizing support for Andrews in Congress."

"We've gotten no information!" the NSA Director said angrily. "We need his confession!"

"He's a tough shit," Colonel Banks said with a shrug.

"You need to use more robust measures," the NSA Director hissed in a low voice using the government's common euphemism for torture.

Colonel Banks shook his head, returning the NSA Director's angry stare. "We have nothing on him, how do we justify torturing an American citizen?"

"Do we have anything on Andrews?" Secretary Taylor asked, his frustration apparent.

"We have the logs where Andrews hacked into Sapphire," Trent reminded everyone.

"True, but those logs clearly show he never got close to the Liberty routines," Allen pointed out. He looked frustrated too. "We've never figured out why he bothered to hack in."

Colonel Banks laughed as understanding suddenly hit him.

"What?" the FBI Director asked.

"Don't you see?" Colonel Banks said laughing again, but the laugh was without any humor. "Our logs PROVE his innocence. Mike Andrews used US as his alibi!"

The room went silent as they all took that in. Looking wearing in his chair, Secretary Taylor said "Is he really that smart?"

"We can't let him go," the NSA Director insisted. "We know he did it."

"I agree," the FBI Director reluctantly said. "He goes free, it's an invitation for others to attack us."

"Let's ship him to Gitmo," the NSA Director suggested eagerly. "Turn him over to the CIA. They'll get a confession out of him."

"The President hasn't authorized any ... robust measures," Secretary Taylor said.

"I have an idea," Colonel Banks said.

One evening after work Jen went to visit Sam. Jen tried to talk to Sam but he was really out of it with the chemo and all the meds.

When she left his room Willow was there. They briefly hugged hello, and then Willow gave Jen a long look as if studying her.