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Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 04

Jen hurried to the ladies room. She was shaking and unsteady on her feet. She gripped the counter and took deep breaths to try to calm herself.

Her entire body was tingling, on fire. She felt a mix of emotions. She was angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time.

She was also aroused. Randy oozed confidence and charisma. She wasn't used to that. Michael was loving and sweet. But he wasn't a man's man like Randy.

Jen scorned herself for thinking that. She felt she was betraying her husband.

But she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Randy. The girls around the office said Randy was gorgeous, and they were right. But that's not why she was attracted to him, or at least not the only reason. The way Randy put his hand on her thigh, like he owned her. His take charge personality. The commanding way he spoke to her. For a moment, Jen allowed herself to imagine what it would be like in bed with Randy. Would he dominate her? Make her do things ...

Treat her like a slut?

The thought made Jen shudder.

Then she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "Michael is upstairs waiting for me," she pleaded with herself. "He's waiting for me."

She checked her hair and makeup, and re-applied her lip stick. She sprayed perfume behind her ears, neck and her wrists. She pulled up her skirt and checked her garter straps and stockings. Then she smoothed her skirt, and was about to leave when she remembered her husband's text message. "Take off your wedding rings." She couldn't imagine what he had in mine. With a shrugged, Jen took off her engagement and wedding rings, and put them inside a zippered pouch of her purse. Then she headed to the elevator.

The bar was packed. She looked, and finally spotted Michael near the bar. He was talking to an older man. Michael saw her and waved her over.

Jen walked over. Before she could say anything or kiss her husband, Michael said, "Dick, this is the friend I told you about. Jen, this is Dick. I met him last year at a conference."

Jen took Dick's offered hand, but was confused into silence. Why did Michael introduce her as a friend, and not his wife?

An awkward silence followed. Dick openly stared at Jen, his eyes moving from her pretty face to stiletto heels, and back again.

Michael finally broke the silence. "Um, Jen, I explained to Dick how you're my wife's friend from college."

"Yes, yes," Dick said, his eyes continuing to feast on Jen's face and body. "It's convenient that you and Mike's wife have the same name. Easy to remember, right? It's too bad Mike's wife couldn't be here tonight."

Understanding hit Jen. "Um, yeah, too bad." Jen looked at Dick for the first time. He was older, maybe late forties. He was short and paunchy, with thinning jet black hair (clearly colored). Did Michael want her to flirt with him?

"Dick, what terrible gentlemen we are! Jen doesn't have a drink. Could you get her something, while she and I catch up a bit?"

Dick looked disappointed that he had to leave Jen's side, if only for a moment, but he agreed.

"What's going on?" Jen said as soon as Dick left for the bar.

Michael grinned. "It's a perfect set-up. I can watch close-up while you flirt with him."

"Michael, this is crazy. You know him. He's going to find out we're married."

"He lives in Minnesota, and goes back in a week. He'll never find out."

Jen shook her head. "I don't know ..."

Michael smiled encouragingly. "Okay, I know he's not the best looking guy around. He's not Matt." Michael's grin widened. "But remember the line from that movie, 'Romance'? Ugly attracts beauty. Give it a chance, you have fun."

Jen looked uncertain. "I don't know, Michael. We just did this last night."

"And you were great," Michael said enthusiastically. "Listen, honey, I wouldn't want to pay the game again so soon either, but Dick called out of the blue today. He knows I'm married, but doesn't know what you look like. It's too perfect to pass up."

Jen was still doubtful, but she couldn't do anything because Dick returned with the drinks. "Here you are, my dear, a Cosmopolitan."

Jen managed a weak smile as she took the martini glass. "To such a beautiful girl. And to the start of a wonderful evening." They clinked glasses, and Jen took a long sip. Dick finished his with a long gulp, and ordered another one from a passing waiter.

"Mike told me there's a rooftop garden here," Dick said after receiving his new drink. "Jen, would you like to see it with me?"

Jen looked over at her husband, who nodded with a slight smile. "Um, okay."

"I'll hang out here," Michael said, his smile growing.

Jen took Dick's offered arm, and they took the yellow-lit glass elevator to the roof. The garden was crowded, but not as crowded as the bar. Dick put his arm around Jen's waist. In her heels, Jen was taller than Dick, so his hand was dangerously close to her shapely ass. Dick didn't seem to mind.

"Come on," Dick said as he lead her behind a few trees. "It's not as crowded here. We can talk."

"Mike tells me you're recently divorced."

Jen was shocked. "He did?"

Dick smiled reassuringly, revealing yellowed smoke stained teeth. "Don't worry, he told me to be quiet about it." Dick took out a cigar. "Do you mind? I can't believe smoking is banned in bars, even here in New York City. Where is the world coming to?"

Dick lit up and took three long draws. Jen tried to avoid the cigar smoke, which she hated.

Dick finished his bourbon, and then ordered another from a passing waiter. Somehow he held both the glass and the cigar in one hand, so his other hand remained around Jen. His hand drifted from Jen's waist to her ass. "If you ever need company, just let me know. I mean, from your divorce. It must be terrible what you're going through."

"Ah -- thanks." Jen wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"I mean, getting it all the time, then the divorce, and poof, no more sex."

Jen was shocked. What had Michael told Dick?

Dick caressed Jen's ass over her skirt, stroking between her cheeks. "Listen, you're a looker. I know you can have any guy you want. But sometimes it's good to have sex with no strings attached. Do you know what I mean?"

"Um, I guess so." Jen broke away from Dick and walked to the end of the terrace, looking over the New York skyline. She hoped this creep wouldn't follow, but soon she felt his presence behind her.

Jen felt Dick put his meaty hands around her waist, and press his body against her. He ran his hands down the front of her skirt, surprised to feel the garter straps underneath. "Shit, you're fucking hot!"

"I've got what you need," Dick growled into Jen's ear. He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "Feel that? Pretty good, huh? I can take care of you. I can give you what you need."

Jen pulled away. "Um, we should go see how Michael is doing." But Dick pressed her against the edge of the terrace, and covered her mouth with his. His thick tongue snaked into her mouth, exploring. Jen almost gagged from his terrible, smoke and alcohol tainted breath. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong.

Dick groped her tits, kneading her small breasts through her blouse and bra. He rubbed her nipples through the material. Jen struggled but she didn't want to make a scene.

Suddenly Jen felt Dick's other hand under her skirt. He quickly moved from her stocking tops, over her garter straps, and then he was touching her panties. "Fuck, you're so wet," she heard him growl. "You need it bad, don't you bitch?"

Jen felt Dick press his finger against her clit, and suddenly pleasure sparked through her body. She felt more pleasure as he rubbed her clit over her soaking panties. "Oh god, god," she moaned.

"Look at them go! The fat guy is going to fuck her right here!" Jen heard someone say. She looked to the side. A large excited crowd had gathered around them. Jen snapped to her senses, and with all her strength, she pushed Dick away. She pushed down her skirt and left as fast as she could.
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