Life After We Pt. 08

After cumming, he gasped trying to catch his breath. With the rationality that comes after having an orgasm, he knew he was being an idiot. Jen was playing the game. Now though, he was the "Tom" or "Drums" and Clint was the "Mike." It was fun, thrilling, but no future in it.

He now appreciated how hard it was to be the "boyfriend" in Jen's game. It was an emotional rollercoaster. She was a very easy girl to fall in love with. How could any man she targeted not fall in love? But any affection - any love - she gave back was fake. For Jen it was all just a delightful, thrilling game. She was wearing Clint's ring on her left hand for god's sake! She was definitely being fair. She was saying "I'll play with you this weekend Mike, just know I'm Clint's girl."

Back at the pool, seeing Mike gone, Keri approached Jen. "Jen I need to tell you something," the older woman said. She told Jen how Jasmine Kelly's camp had gone silent like they were planning something.

"It doesn't mean anything," Jen said as if in denial. "Maybe they're going to announce her promotion to London anchor."

"She already got that promotion," Keri said gently. "They announced that weeks ago."

"Maybe they're silent because they don't have anything to say," Jen said.

"This is Jasmine Kelly, she always has something to say," Keri said. "No, they're getting ready for a big announcement. I can feel it. I know you can too."

Jen nodded. It was classic marketing. You go silent before a big announcement. The silence gets people excited, making the announcement even bigger. It was all about making the message the reality.

"You think she's going to announce she's engaged to Mike," Jen said reading Keri's mind.

"I don't know," Keri admitted, being honest. She said gently, "I'm just saying, be careful with Mike. There's a reason why you're wearing Clint's ring. You have feelings for him right? Open your heart to Clint honey. Give him a chance."

Jen nodded, despondent and confused. Was it true? Mike was (or was soon to be) engaged to Jasmine? She remembered the intense conversation between Mike and Jasmine she interrupted, and how Mike wouldn't tell her what it was about.

Jen didn't know what to think. She suddenly wanted to be somewhere else. Like, oblivion. She went to the bar and ordered a Cosmo. She drank half in a single gulp.

"Hey take it easy girlfriend," Allie said walking up. "This is Vegas, you've got to pace yourself."

Jen said "Allie do you think I'm being stupid?"

"Sometimes," Allie said with a crooked grin. "You're blonde right?"

Jen couldn't help smiling. It was an old joke between them. "Keri thinks I should marry Clint," she said.

"It's fast but ... Anna needs a father," Allie said. She added gently "I think you need a husband too. Do you love him?"

"I guess, sorta," Jen said. She finished the Cosmo and ordered another one.

"Sorta?" Allie said with a laugh. They were silent as the bartender arrived with Jen's new Cosmo. She took another big gulp.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" Allie said with an incredulous laugh. Jen shrugged and took another drink (a sip this time).

Allie said "You can't go wrong with Clint. He'll take care of you." She laughed seeing Jen's half empty martini glass. "You need a lot of taking care of."

Jen looked down. "What do you think of Mike?" she asked hesitantly, almost not wanting to hear her best friend's answer.

"I think he's a lot of drama," Allie said frankly. She added with a laugh "Of course you're a Drama Queen."

"You never liked us together," Jen said, feeling half drunk.

Allie tilted her head as she looked at her friend. She said, "I gifted you a song."

"What?"

"I gifted you a song, on iTunes," Allie explained. "You like Pink?"

"Um, I don't know, I guess," Jen said.

The bartender came back. "Another one?" he asked Jen, looking at her mostly empty martini glass.

"She's had enough," Allie told the bartender.

"I'm fine Allie!" Jen hissed. She wasn't in the mood to be handled. "Yes, another one," she told the bartender.

Allie sighed, thinking that Jen was more drama than Mike. Behind Jen, she motioned two fingers close together, telling the bartender to go easy on the alcohol. The bartender gave a subtle nod and put half the usual vodka in Jen's Cosmo.

Allie went back to the group. Jen huffed and said under her breath, "I'm fine, I can handle myself." But she felt unsteady in the high heels and had to sit down. She decided maybe the third Cosmo WAS too much and pushed it away, asking the bartender for a big glass of ice water. As she sipped the water she downloaded the Pink song on her iPhone. She listened to it.

Then she listened to it again. And again. And again.

She walked hurriedly over to Allie, the song sobering her. "Do you really think so?" Jen asked urgently.

Allie smiled and hugged Jen. Then she whispered something in Jen's ear.

Tears welled up in Jen's eyes. She hugged Allie tight. Barely holding back tears she said "Thank you!"

Just then Mike arrived. "Everything okay?" he asked scoping out the scene.

"Yeah I'm ah kinda drunk," Jen said with a giggle, clutching Mike's arm for support.

"How'd you get drunk?" Mike asked. He'd been gone less than 30 minutes.

"This is Jen," Allie said with a laugh. Mike had to admit, that WAS all the explanation needed.

Jen's friends and co-workers crowded around them. Mike didn't like being the center of attention, especially among these "beautiful" people. He would never get over feeling uncomfortable around "The Populars."

Jen sensed that. She also didn't want to hang around her group (even though that was the whole point of the off-site). "We better get back to our stuff," she told Mike. She held onto his arm as they walked back, because she still felt tipsy, and because ... well because she wanted to.

At their chairs, Jen didn't want to be at the pool anymore. There were too many prying eyes, like Keri's. "Wanna go to the casino?" she asked Mike.

"Don't we have to change?" Mike asked.

Jen looked at him. He was in a casual resort shirt, swim trunks and worn LL Bean loafers. "You're fine, you look cute," she said smiling at him.

Jen threw her stuff in her bag. "I'll hold that," Mike offered, taking the bag from her. He threw in his Kindle and put the bag over his shoulder.

Jen wiggled into her cover up, then she brushed her hair and put on lip gloss. She noticed Mike watched her intently, his eyes on her sexy lips. Feeling like teasing, she took off her bikini top. "Can you put this in the bag?" she said handing Mike the top.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said his throat suddenly dry. He couldn't help looking at Jen's chest. Her nipples dented the thin material of the tube top dress.

"Hey you, I'm up here," she said smiling at him. She playfully bumped her hip against him.

As they walked through the casino, they didn't hold hands, but they walked close together. Jen got a lot of stares. In addition to being clearly braless, the tube top dress (meant as a cover up) showed off most of her sexy long legs. With her long blonde hair, beautiful innocent face and pink high heels, she looked like Barbie walking through the Venetian.

They settled on a quarter slot machine. Mike wasn't much of a gambler, so he watched Jen as she played. The slot machines were mostly empty around them, but they soon filled up. The gamblers around them seemed more interested in staring at Jen's tits and long legs than playing the slots.

The way Jen was sitting, her hot pink bikini bottom showed a little under the tube top dress. It wasn't a big deal, it was a bathing suit after all. But then Mike realized the men around them didn't know it was a bathing suit. They must think she was flashing her panties.

"Can you do something?" Mike whispered into her ear. He felt so lustful! "Take off your bottoms."

Jen tilted her head at Mike, momentarily not understanding. Then she noticed the men around them, looking at her. She got it. "You're so bad Mike," she whispered back. She got up and walked to the bathroom.

Mike felt lightheaded with voyeuristic lust. While he waited a waitress came by. She wore the standard outfit of many of the Venetian waitresses: a black bustier, leather short shorts and nude, opaque pantyhose, along with black high heels.

"Anything to drink?" the waitress asked Mike. Mike gave the waitress a subtle up and down look. She was pretty with brown hair to her shoulders. Busty with shapely legs.

"Can we get a single malt scotch, and a white wine?" Mike asked.

"You bet," the waitress said. She gave Mike a look the way people do when they think they recognize you. But she went away to get the drinks without saying anything more.

"My god I feel so exposed," Jen whispered when she got back. But she wore a delighted, excited smile. She sat on the stool next to Mike. She crossed her legs and quickly fixed her skirt. But the tube top dress was so short it showed off most of her legs, and she struggled to avoid flashing her ass to the men behind her.

Mike looked down. The dress was so short he could see her pussy!

"Can you at least look at my face?" Jen said with an embarrassed, exasperated smile on her pretty face. She tugged her dress down in front, but if she tugged down too hard she might end up flashing her breasts. She definitely felt exposed!

Mike moved his stool closer so their knees almost touched. He reached under Jen's dress and lightly stroked her landing strip. "You've got this again," he said.

"Are you really doing this here?" she said with a helpless, exasperated smile, nervously looking back and forth at the men around them.

"They can't see anything," Mike pointed out with a grin. The closest man was 20 feet away and to Jen's side. "Have long have you had this?" he asked stroking the trimmed landing strip.

"Mike ..." Jen said pleadingly.

"Come on, play along," Mike said grinning. "You'll never see them again."

Jen glanced around nervously again. All the men were older, in their 40s and 50s, overweight, balding. And they all looked lustfully at her. She couldn't help shivering!

"You know me," she finally said. "This way men know I'm a natural blonde."

"Do you tell guys that?" he asked stroking her.

"I think it means more to you than anyone else," she said with a laugh. She closed her eyes as Mike rubbed over her clit. "God Mike ..."

"Open your legs," Mike told her.

"Are you really doing this to me here?" Jen asked, uncrossing her legs but keeping her thighs pressed tight together.

Mike dug his hand in between her legs. He stuck a finger into her. She was soaking wet! He finger fucked her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "I want you to cum in front of these guys," he told her.

"Seriously?" she said weakly, a desperate look coming to her face. She tried to be quiet but she couldn't help it. "God Mike ..." she softly moaned, her body responding to the naughty scene of the old fat men watching as she got finger fucked.

Mike rubbed her clit harder and faster, the way she liked it. Jen grabbed his arm for support, digging her nails into his forearm as she got to the brink. Then suddenly her body shuddered as Mike's fingers pushed her over the edge, Jen barely able to keep from screaming as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Jen collapsed into Mike's arms, panting. She gave the men behind her a quick flash of her sexy ass before Mike pulled down her skirt. "Mike?" she said weakly. "Make them go away." She buried her face in his chest, not wanting to have to look in the faces of the watchers.

"Show's over guys," Mike said to the men, his arms protectively around Jen. When they hesitated, he said "Come on, give the girl some room." The men reluctantly went away.

Jen finally sat up, her breathing returning to normal. "You're so bad," she said grinning at him.

Just then the waitress returned with their drinks. "Jen?" the waitress said to Jen.

Jen looked at the waitress. "Oh my god, Emily!" The two girls hugged. "I thought you worked at the Wynn."

"I changed jobs, Venetian pays better," Emily said. She looked at Mike and then back to Jen.

"Emily, this is Mike, he's ah, he's my ex-husband," Jen said, deciding it would be easier to tell the truth. "Mike, this is Emily, I met her during the Google pitch at the Wynn."

"Oh, hi," Emily said, shaking Mike's offered hand. Then her eyes went wide. "Wait I know you, Mike Andrews! God what you did was so great, you're like my hero! Can I get your autograph?"

"Oh ah sure," Mike said awkwardly. He searched around for a pen and paper but didn't have anything. Emily and Jen didn't have anything either.

"That's okay, I'll catch you later," Emily said cheerfully. "How long are you here?"

"All weekend," Mike said.

"Cool," Emily said smiling Mike. She looked at both of them. "So you guys are divorced but here in Vegas?"

"We're still friends," Jen told her.

"Wow, that's great," Emily said with a laugh. "Me and my ex can't stand each other."

"Oh I'm sorry," Jen said. When they met Emily was still married.

"Don't worry, we're both way happier this way," Emily said with another laugh. "I've got to run, maybe we can get a drink while you're here." She gave Jen another hug. Then she smiled and batted her eyelashes at Mike. "Nice meeting you Mike. Remember you owe me an autograph."

Jen looked at Emily go, then she looked at Mike. He had a stupid grin on his face, and was looking at Emily's ass and legs as she walked away. Jen felt a flash of jealousy. "Let's go," she said tugging his arm. "We should get ready for the mixer. What room are you?"

"I'm 8305," Mike said.

"Oh, I'm 8307, we must be next to each other," Jen said surprised.

"Wow," Mike said, playing innocent and feigning surprise too. Jen looked at him. She wondered ...

"Should we open the doors?" Jen said inside her room, referring to the connecting door.

"Good idea," Mike said with a smile. They opened the doors and looked at each other in the open doorway.

Jen grinned back. "Did you have something to do with this? Don't lie."

Mike couldn't help looking guilty at being busted. "I told you I wanted to hang out," he said still smiling.

"So you hacked into the Venetian's computer?" Jen said with a delighted laugh. "God you're dangerous."

They smiled into the other's eyes for long moments. "That was wild downstairs," Jen said softly, giving Mike a shy smile and playing with the buttons on his shirt. "You know -."

Just then Jen's iPhone rang. She looked at the caller ID. "It's Clint," she said. "I should get this. Um ... I'll meet you at the reception okay?" She closed her side of the connecting door.

For long moments Mike stared at the door. He felt suddenly cut-off. One moment he's with Jen, the next moment he's not. One moment he's Jen's guy, the next moment he's not. This must be what it was like to be "the boyfriend" in Jen's game. Her attention and affections were all temporary, fake.

"Hey babe," Clint said brightly. "How's Vegas?"

"Um, you know, Sin City," Jen said uncomfortably, forcing a laugh to make sure it sounded like a joke.

"Seen Mike?"

"Yeah, some," Jen said.

"Show him the divorce papers?"

"No honey," Jen protested gently. "We just got here."

"I get it, no worries" Clint said sounding reasonable. "Hey, good news, another offer came in on your apartment. Thirty percent higher than the others."

"Really?" Jen said her eyes going wide. She seriously hadn't realized the loft apartment was worth that much.

"No contingencies either, not even inspection," Clint continued. "This one's a winner, I think you should take it."

"It's not just my decision," Jen said, bristling at his pushiness.

"I know Jen," Clint said sounding reasonable again. "I'm just saying, that's something else to talk to Mike about."

"Oh. Okay."

"Something else," Clint said. "I was thinking about picking Anna up from Emma's. Spend the weekend together."

"Clint wait," Jen said her head spinning. "You're going too fast."

"I'd like to get to know Anna better," Clint pressed.

"That's sweet honey," Jen said. "But you know she's still going through stranger anxiety, especially with men." Anna didn't scream around Clint but a weekend alone? No, that would not be good.

"She's okay with Mike," Clint pointed out, the frown clear in his voice.

"You're an aggressive man," Jen said, laughing to make it a joke. "Anna senses that. Don't worry, she's just going through a phase."

"Mike's not an aggressive man?" Clint asked.

"No ... he's not a man like you," Jen said.