Tail-gate (fm:adultery, 3355 words)

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"Yeah," Travis replied, scowling.

He'd been scowling for days, and she couldn't blame him. He'd done everything that had been asked of him. So many hours, so many late nights. She thought about all the times he'd jumped up in the middle of the night, because Daren had called with yet another outrageous request.

Request. It wasn't a request. They were always demands.

Travis had been so tired, so completely exhausted. They'd even put off starting a family, because the payoff was going to be worth it. Everyone told them, just get into his inner circle. Earn that promotion. After that, everything changes.

The previous Monday was supposed to be THE day. The big day. The day he'd been waiting for. The promotions were being announced. Travis was sure he'd made it.

Tia thought back. There was something about the way the garage door opened, as if it were crying. She knew, when he didn't call, when he wasn't on his way out with the inside crew, to a celebratory dinner.

Travis couldn't explain it, because there was nothing to explain. He'd been passed over. They were devastated.

They talked about looking for another job, about what it would mean to work there without the promise of finally making it.

But mostly, they talked about the weekend. Travis and Daren had gone to the same college - they were friends - and now it was homecoming. They'd agreed to attend months ago, with the expectation this would be part of the celebration. Part of the welcome.

Tia had picked out a special sundress, blue and green and more expensive than they could afford. She thought today would be about fitting in with the other insider wives. They talked about not going, but Travis didn't have a backup plan. He had to keep this job, at least for now.

Travis felt like a ghost, walking next to her. She felt so bad for him, but mostly, she was angry. He didn't deserve this.

Making their way through the big donor lot, Travis pointed at a giant bus, off in the distance. "That's it," he said.

"Jesus," Tia mumbled. She knew Daren was rich. They'd been to his house. They'd been on his yacht. They'd even flown in his private plane. This felt different, though. It was like looking at the future they were being denied. Tia fumed.

Arriving at the party, there were well-dressed people everywhere. Tia immediately felt under-dressed, ultra-aware even her splurge buy was too shabby for this crowd. Things were supposed to be different.

She spotted Daren immediately, tall and good looking and loud, off by the front of the bus. He was waving his hands around, talking about something. She never liked him, but now she hated him.

Travis ran into his closest work friends, who quickly closed ranks, consoling him. Even some of the inside crew were telling him it was a tough break, but keep working. Keep striving. Things change. He just had to keep going.

Tia had become friends with some of the wives - they were off going to hot yoga and doing whatever they do all day while she was still teaching, but they'd still welcomed her in. Now they were comforting, but in that fake way kept women use when you know they're laughing about you behind your back.

The pregame party went on for hours. Tia figured the game was enough time to sober up, if necessary, because Travis was very clearly drinking his troubles away. Eventually he told her he was going to go

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Coach/ValleyBrook writes Wed 10 Apr 2024 01:01:

Hot! Great progression. Very believable story. Haven't read something this good for a long, long, time on this web site. Enjoyed.

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