Humiliated on the Strip

*Writer's note up front. This one's an idea that flows from a long-standing fantasy of mine regarding men wearing fursuits, and I paired it with a more recent kick of the loving wives genre. This one was a ton of fun to work on. But if it's not your thing, you've been warned!*

*Also, I believe I owe an acknowledgement or credit to the author Jackal54641, whose story "Casino Comic Con," shares some uniquely specific aspects with mine that I felt were worthy of recognition and thanks for inspiration*

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Christy shook her lawyer's hand with a big smile on her face. She was coming away from the divorce with a healthy alimony payment and a sizable slice of the disputed property pie. The house. The dog. The car. She was getting all of it. She looked across the courtroom at her disheveled, defeated now ex-husband Thomas as a massive smile broke across her face. She got what she'd wanted, and she was going to enjoy her newfound freedom. And she'd BEATEN him. She didn't say a word to him as she left the courtroom, heading back to her car to head home to HER house. As she started the ignition in her recently awarded car, her mind flashed back to the day where everything started.

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Christy checked her phone to find the time. ONLY 11:20. Goodness. She was standing in a luxury goods store off the Las Vegas strip that was inconceivably beyond her budget. Even with her husband's high paying job. She was having a miserable time so far. She was waiting for her husband, Thomas, to take a quick lunch break so they could finally spend some time together on the trip. The trip happening at all was unusual, as Thomas never brought Christy along for his work trips - even the seminars or organizational events. After four years of marriage, she had yet to meet anybody from his work. She knew getting married to a businessman would initially require long hours apart, but this was picking up to a point where she was starting to lose patience.

Thomas' company had decided to splurge and take the entire workforce out to Vegas for a week-long summit and team-building fair. Christy had been bothering Thomas about finding a way to get out of the house, and he felt that this trip would be enough to substitute a vacation and get her to stop bothering him. His busy work schedule apparently prevented him from taking PTO, and as far as he was concerned he did enough traveling for work. He just wanted to lounge at home and relax. Christy yearned to do something exciting. She was having trouble finding work after his job moved them to a remote town near the company's industrial headquarters. She had no friends locally, she couldn't find anything that wasn't substitute teaching or waiting tables, and she was starting to run out of streaming shows to watch.

So she'd bothered Thomas repeatedly about going along. It was Vegas, so there would be plenty for her to do while he was doing his stuff during the work hours. They could hang out and finally go to nice restaurants when he was done for the day. She felt it was a necessary trip to take.

Thomas relented, but after three days at the conference Christy was becoming aware that Thomas was working some strangely long hours for Vegas, and was often coming back to the room smelling like alcohol. She began to assume he was out drinking with his work buddies instead of working, as he smelled like alcohol and cigarettes whenever he came back to the room even though it was only the late afternoon.

Their love story used to be a lot better. Or at least it read a lot better on paper. They'd met in college, and the chemistry was immediate. She was drawn to his ambition and his confidence. She was beautiful, and amongst all the suitors that threw themselves at her he'd always stood out. They'd gotten engaged while still in school, and

She was long, classically elegant, and commanded the attention of every room she entered. At 5'9" she struck a long figure. She played tennis in college, and her body still wore the blessings of a lifetime of exercise and competition. She had intensely blue eyes and a round face that evoked a film star from the 60's. She had toned legs that she maintained with regular pilates. She had well manicured long blonde hair that she always kept curled and looking styled. She was well put together, and she commanded respect with the effort she put into presenting herself as well as she could. At 26 she was just getting started in the prime of her life, and she was feeling that things were passing her by. Which was why she wanted to come along, to really capture an experience she felt had been escaping her.

She was wearing a navy blue dress and a pair of white heels. She was going to greet Thomas back in the lobby when he took lunch, and she was getting tired of having to think of things to do by herself. The luxury shopping was connected to her hotel, so she didn't have very long to walk back to where they were going to meet. But she left early anyway, and grabbed a table with a few minutes to spare before Thomas showed up (probably late). By Thursday, it felt like the trip was going to be a giant bust. She'd barely seen him, aside from the rushed dinners they barely had time to enjoy before he rushed her off to a loud club where they could barely talk. After confronting him about it yesterday, he agreed to see her for lunch today.

She arrived at the restaurant and took a seat at a table that gave her a chance to people watch the lobby. She observed all the traveling families, friends groups, and couples that were checking in and out. There was always something crazy going on in Las Vegas, and today she saw somebody setting up a table at the entryway to the convention center. Some hotel employees were scrambling to organize for what looked like an event sign-up. A woman hurriedly runs over and stands up an easel with a large sign that reads *Vegas FurryCon*. Christy peered her eyes closer, wondering if she'd catch anybody that was dressed up in their costumes. She'd seen the occasional news clips that tried to demonstrate what furries were, but her familiarity with the subject really stalled out at the idea that these were people that just wore animal costumes. She saw a couple of people dressed in cat-like costumes that brought some supplies to the table, fumbling to set up computers and get what looked like the registration table up. They must be running late.

"What the fuck is going on over there." A voice sounded out from over Christy's shoulder. It was Thomas, and he pecked her on the cheek before sitting down in the seat across the table from her. He was tall, 6'3" with a head of curly hair that was often unkempt and a big wild. It was endearing in college, but it was starting to wear thin the older he got. He had a strong jaw and sharp features, with deeply brown eyes that almost flashed with how dark they were. He was wearing a blue sportcoat with a white button up shirt and khaki slacks.

"Oh, it looks like there's a furry convention here." She said nonchalantly. "How's work going?"

"No fucking way! That's fucking crazy. I hear they talk like animals and shit." He said, waving down the waitress. "You getting anything to drink?" He asks without enough time for Christy to think before the waitress shows up. "I'll have a beer. You want anything babe?" He asks.

"Oh, just water." She says shortly as the waitress heads off. "I thought you were going to cut down on drinking during the day." She said as she leaned in, nearly whispering to him.

"Yeah this is my only drink before dinner." He says, turning around and watching as more people in costumes stream into the convention center entryway. "That's fucking weird man..." He said, more preoccupied with the convention center activity than Christy. "Bunch of fucking freaks I guess... I hear they all bang in those suits. Have like orgies and shit like that"

"Thomas can we not?" She said as the waitress brought their drinks. "How has work been?" She asked, feeling frustration building as she couldn't get his attention.

"Thanks" he said, smiling at the waitress before taking a sip and observing Christy. "It's been good. We brainstormed some opportunities for growth, really boring stuff." He said as he took a long swig of his beer. "What have you been up to?"

"I went shopping. I couldn't find anything I liked. Or that was worth the money."

"What'd you buy?" He asked as his head was turned around, looking at the furries beginning to filter in for their convention. He caught a glaring look from Christy, "ohhh, wait you didn't buy anything? Makes sense... you don't have any bags."

"Stop looking and pay attention to me, PLEASE." she begged.

"I'm sorry, this is just crazy. Look at them, I know freaky shit happens here, but this is really up there." He said laughing.

"Just leave them alone, they're not bothering you and nobody's making you hang out with them. You won't be subjected to any furry orgies or whatever it is you're concerning yourself with."

"I'm not concerning myself with anything like that AT ALL." He said, laughing as he raised his hands up. "He saw his phone light up and grabbed it, reading something as his eyes widened.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, noticing his attention lock onto his cell phone.

"Yeah, everythings fine. I've gotta bolt though... A client wants to talk with us about a contract extension. Gotta be on the line for that one." He stood up quickly, tucking his phone away and pulling out his wallet. "Here..." he said, pulling a stack of cards from his wallet and laying them down on the table. "The debit should be in there... I've gotta bolt. Love you." He said, taking a final sip of the remainder of his beer, and then bolted off."

Christy sighed while picking up the stack of cards as she flipped through it, looking for their debit card. In the stack she found his room key. "Oh shit." She said. She didn't want to be stuck in their room waiting for him to finish whatever the hell it was he was doing. She managed to see that he was heading off to the south tower, and as the waitress came over she handed her cash and had her keep the change. She needed to catch up to Thomas to avoid being stuck on his timeline, again. She was feeling angry, another opportunity to spend time together was overtaken by his own agenda. She stood up and followed along to the hallway leading to the south tower. She watched as he moved hurriedly down the hallway, stepping into an elevator as he frantically turned his head around to look behind himself and out of her sight. Was he taking an elevator up to the rooms? His company was working in meeting rooms on the north tower, where their room was. Something didn't sit right with her, and she stood there in the lobby for what felt like an eternity. When was he coming back? And would he see her standing there when he did? She panicked, and scurried further back to the main lobby area, and hid behind a large rolldown poster advertising the convention.

She waited for over 20 minutes, until she saw Thomas reappear from the elevators. But this time he was accompanied by a young woman, a brunette also wearing business attire. They were... strangely close. His hair looked his usually disheveled self, but her hair was suspiciously messy for someone dressed for work at lunchtime. She watched together as they walked along, passing past the signage as they chatted, giggled, and obviously flirted with one another. Like two lovebirds. Her eyes raised in shock as she watched him grab the girls' butt. Right there, in the fucking lobby. What the FUCK. She felt her heart beat rapidly, and she felt her eyes water profusely as she watched them walk out of sight towards their work conference rooms. She barely kept it together as she sprinted back up to her room.

Thomas's company had booked a large suite for them. As you went through the doorway, a living room and small kitchenette flanked you on either side. The living room was furnished with a blank leather couch and a black loveseat around a coffee table, which were oriented to give you a visual of the bedroom area and the floor to ceiling windows that gave a view of the strip. As you continued through you found a king size mattress, and a loveseat nestled in the corner. Christy waited in the hotel room for him to come home. In the vast expanse of the dark room she felt incredibly alone. She was furious. She was hysterical with rage as she sat on the couch in the room stewing. She was going to confront him, but she didn't know what she was going to do with that. What if she just got a flight and left right now? No, she had to confirm. Maybe she was seeing things. Maybe she misinterpreted, or mistook. She anxiously checked her phone, watching the time pass by as she felt like she was slowly descending into insanity. Every minute he was away, was he with her? Was he *fucking* her? She hadn't even bothered to change, she'd just been crying in the room. She stood up and collected all of her things, throwing them into a suitcase in the bathroom as she prepared her chance to get away quickly.

It was getting late, and it was dark outside when she heard a knock at the door. "Hey, babe.... Come let me in" *thud...thud....thud* he knocked loudly. "I must've left my room key with you....BABE"

Christy slowly got up, and turned the knob just enough so that the door cracked open and then walked back. It forced him to push through, and he followed her into the room. "Hey... what are we doing for dinner again? I honestly can't remember" he said, rubbing his eyes. "Been a crazy day at work and I'm honestly beat."

"That's okay." she said, not turning around to look at him. "I can definitely see why you'd be exhausted after today, you were up to an awful lot."

"Yeah.... Whoooo...." he let out a long exhale, standing awkwardly behind Christy as he stopped and looked at her. "You good?"

"You had a busy day... you know with the meetings, the call with the client, and i don't know... fucking that WHORE" she screamed, refusing to turn around

"Babe.... Babe.... Wait babe what the fuck are you talking about?"

"WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?" she screamed.

"Who the fuck is who?? Who are you talking about?"

"THAT FUCKING BRUNETTE WHO'S ASS YOU TOUCHED IN THE LOBBY!"

"Ah shit.... Christy......" He knew she knew.

"I.... FUCKING.... ASKED YOU.... a question" she said between heavy breaths.

"She's.....she's from work..."

"HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING HER?"

"I.... uhh... yeah....."

"................a lot?"

"A..... few times... yeah...."

"GET..... OUT.... and do not come back until I fucking tell you to."

"Christy.... Please.....I... I made a mistake...."

"GET..... OUUTT" She screamed. And she heard the door close behind her, and she started to cry.

After he left, Christy began packing her suitcase. This was it, this was over. She wasn't going to stay around any longer. How dare he do this to her? After all her years of commitment and devotion to him, he just spat in her face. She was furious, and she began to feel her eyes water as she couldn't contain her emotion. She passed by the mirror and stopped herself, looking at her crying eyes as she thought about what to do. Where would she go? What would she do for money? There were too many unknowns.

And it just didn't feel right. It didn't feel fair. To have him pull this crap and then just leave. To run away like a coward. To let him keep doing it while she picked up the pieces at home. There wasn't justice in that. There wasn't any revenge. She took a deep breath in the mirror as she gathered her composure. No. She wasn't going to run. And she wasn't going to let him get away with this. He was going to pay. He was going to pay dearly. She was going to submit him to the same humiliation and embarrassment that he had made her suffer. And she was going to fuck him over after doing it.

She went into the bathroom, wiping off her face before beginning to do her hair. She gave herself some curls before beginning to put on makeup. She gave herself a glamorous, sophisticated look that she paired with a tightly fitted black cocktail dress. Underneath she wore a matching pair of black lace bra and panties. She completed the look by slipping into a pair of black red-bottom heels, six inches high. She put on her favorite red lipstick as she looked at herself in the mirror for the last time. She grabbed her phone and wrote to Thomas.

*You can come back to the room now. I'm ready to talk.*

She sat down as she awaited his return. He didn't text back, but after a few minutes she heard the door lock switch open as he entered the room. He stood in front of her silently, his hands in his hair as he stared down at the floor. Her legs were crossed as she sat on the couch in the living area. She looked up at him, her face giving away little emotion.

"You really fucked up... big time...." She said as she remained still in her seated position. "This is like, marriage over stuff. You realize that right?"

He didn't look up, keeping his head down. "I....I know I fucked up.... Baby I'm so sorry.... Please... I need you... I can't lose you" he said, his own voice betraying emotion as she heard him nearly start to cry.

"Just save it.... Don't embarrass us both...." She said coldly as she kept her eyes on him. "You don't need me, Christy. You need me, the gorgeous blonde wife you can trophy around when it's convenient. Make your family happy. So don't tell me that bullshit." She said, her voice raising in anger, before calming herself down. "I've thought about this a lot. And I've given this relationship a lot of time, and a lot of my life. And maybe unlike you, I'm invested in our success as a couple."

"Really?" He said, picking his head up as he saw her for the first time. He noticed her dressed up in a dress, a complete 180 turnaround from the woman he'd left just a short while ago. "Why.... why are you dressed like that? What's going on?" He asked, confusion showing wildly across his face.

"Well, Thomas. You and I are going on a date tonight. I'm going to let you stay with me, and keep this family alive, if you can keep your end of the bargain tonight. I just need you to be a man of your word for one night." She said coldly.

"What... but don't... you love me? You said you care about this marriage!" He said, offended at the idea that there were terms and stipulations.

"And I need you to show me you do as well." She said tersely. "You've really fucked up, and you're going to need to give me a lot more than an 'I'm sorry' if you're going to save this. Do you understand? I care about us, it's why i'm not at the airport already."

"Okay... I can do that... I can do that.... Thank you.... What umm.... Do you need me to do exactly. What is this date?"

"This is all about you making up to me what you've done. You've created a massive hole of trust and faith, and you've got to help me close it. We, Thomas, are going to head down to the lobby. You are going to follow me around while I enjoy myself, and I'm going to find somebody to take me back up here and *fuck* me." She said, a hint of ferocity breaking through her words. "And you're going to watch. All of it. All the way from the start to his big fucking load at the end. And you're going to stay there and take it in."

His became immediately defensive, even angry. "Christy, what the FUCK? That's just ridiculous! Have you gone fucking crazy?"

"No, I haven't. You fucked somebody else, why can't I? I figured since you did it multiple times, I should get a bit extra for my one free pass. How's that not fair?" She said, remaining cold on the couch, unmoving in the face of her hysterical husband.