*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."
