Who saw Jen in the bar?

[FreshStart]

Inspired by X's line:

I didn’t know it at the time, but from across the dark bar, someone was watching.

The woman double-checked the address. Then, with a giggle she squeezed through the old phone booth with her large bag, and stepped into a noisy bar. After glancing around and clearly not seeing anyone she knew, she 'ran the gauntlet' further into the room.

"Hey, what's a nice cougar like you doing in a place like this?" Asked a voice.

"Not babysitting," she answered.

"Hi, I'm Dan," said another.

"And I'm not Mrs. Robinson," she replied.

Then she spotted the petite blond and stopped dead in surprise. She started walking in that direction, until she noticed the smarmy, good looking man (why are they always both?) that the other woman was with and stopped short again.
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Mike looked down at his naked front. He was a mess. And he hated himself. Jen had called to say she and Scott were going to crash at Scott's after work. He imagined what they were doing without him, which aroused him. Unable to help himself, he had started to play all the movies that Scott had sent him, then pulled out his dick and started to stroke. He couldn't believe how many times he had made himself cum, then remembered another good video bit, began watching it, and started rubbing again.
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[Jen narrating]Scott leaned over to me. We kissed. It was a long, open mouth kiss, with tongue. No one watching could think it was a kiss between friends. No, this was clearly a kiss of lovers.

I didn’t know it at the time, but from across the dark bar, someone was watching.

Under her breath the woman said, "You might as well just pull off your panties, whip out the snake and do him here!" Then she turned on her heel and 'ran the gauntlet' again back to the door.

"Hey! What's your sign?" asked a voice.

"Exit."
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Numbed by Scotch, Mike hadn't felt the pain and kept going until when he finally did looked down, his dick was raw and red. Why did he do that to himself? But then he looked at the video paused on the screen. Jen's beautiful face was glowing with an irresistible look of ultimate ecstasy...and he started stroking again. The doorbell rang and he ignored it. Jen, if she was coming home, could let herself, and company, in. He was in no mood to bother answering the door. If it was important, they could...

His phone went off, startling him. He looked at the device's screen and with a deep frown, he answered.

"Hi! What a surprise!...Um...sure....sure...just give me a sec."

Cursing, he shutdown the video, padded to the bathroom, grabbed a robe, and went to answer the door.

"Mom!" he exclaimed. "What's going on? Everything okay?"

The older woman pushed herself into the apartment before answering, "Yes. I'm fine. I told you I had to visit Aunt Jean again. Every time I see her, I think it's going to be my last. I went with Margaret [a relative in New York City]. On the way back, my connection was canceled. She wanted me to join her at some cute little bar, but I couldn't find her." She looked at the man and sweetly smiled. "I knew my son could put me up for the night...And I need to talk to you."

"Um...of course," Mike said with feigned enthusiasm. Then he frowned, "This isn't about grandchildren again is it? Look, Jen's not here so..."

"Oh no! I wouldn't dream of talking about that! I'm sure she has things well in hand."

"What? She? Who..."

The woman broke into the sweetest, grandmotherly smile, "Why, Mother Nature of course!" She patted his cheek. "Everything will just take it's natural route."

"Uh, sure." He looked down at himself. "Um, I was just going to have a quick shower. I'm still all grungy from work."

With the smile still plastered on her face, the woman thought, "Why do people always think their parents know nothing about sex, never have sex, and never ever had sex?"

"Of course dear," she replied. "I'll just make myself some coffee. Want some?"

When Mike stumbled into the bathroom, the woman waited within ear shot. Once she heard the shower start, she briskly walked to the bedroom, opened the door, crossed the room to the nearest dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Lace and colors. She closed the drawer and walked over to the other, smaller dresser and pulled open it's top drawer. White and black. Her hand searched until it encountered something hard among the socks and underwear. Pulling the item out, she stared at it momentarily, trying to grasp the significance. Then she closed the drawer, and then the bedroom door behind her, as she walked to the furthest corner of the apartment away from the bathroom. She quickly fished an old phone from her bag, dialed and waited for the man to answer.

"It's me, Peter, " she said, then her voice quickly took on a scolding tone, "You aren't playing with yourself are you?" Her face and voice softened. "Good. Guess what?" She held up the plastic, pink cock cage still in her hand. "Like father, like son....Never mind that. I've decided I'm going to tell Mike about J...Don't interrupt me. I've decided it's time to tell Mike about...Joey's father."
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"Listen
"Do you want to know a secret
"Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh"

[SamWarrens]

Delicious! Hope X picks up on it!

[RugbyRaizo1991]

I wanna say Bitsy because whoever this is, they are in position to do some serious damage to Scott and Jen, but I can't really say anymore

[FreshStart]

FRESHSTART------Very Good ! Brilliant twists ! YOU CAN WRITE ! Start your own thread mate , you'll have plenty of readers ! You can name the main players whatever you want . Great twist ! Once again , very well done !

[FreshStart]

In another thread:.

I agree as well!!, I hope he doesn't bring up too much CATF spy stuff in this, but I hope it has something to do with Jen's fall and her getting her feelings hurt.

Hmmm.....so it looks like Banks or another CATF member was in the bar...
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Mitch Rapp had been waiting longer than he expected at the 'meeting place'. True, as usual it was somewhere anyone could linger without suspicion...and be able to tell if they were being watched. He wasn't. But he was very curious about the request he'd received. It seemed to come out of nowhere. As suddenly, so did Colonel Banks.

"Thanks for the prompt response," Banks said, looking everywhere, except at Mitch. Then he slid an envelope into the other man's hand. "Target that needs to disappear. Terminate with extreme prejudice. We have a new, very valuable resource that must be protected. We've done a lot of homework on this one. As soon as word gets out about a very important project, The Opposition is going to have a field day in collecting dirt, then trying to 'influence' the outcome. They won't understand what they are playing with, and that the rules of reputation won't apply here. Then they'll try something else. Something more barbaric. And it will work. In the meantime, it would be 'helpful' if you make it look like an act of terrorism and not just some random accident. The target is someone of absolutely no consequence...except to this sensitive, vital work."

Then he was gone.

Later, in absolute private, Mitch slid open the envelope and read the contents. It was true what Banks had said about someone of no consequence. He paused at the important line, "Jennifer Andrews née Johnson."
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"I work in the dead of night
"When the roads are quiet, no one is around
"To track my moves, racing the yellow lights
"To find the gate is open, she's waiting in the room
"I just step on through

"You get in, you get done and then you get gone
"You never leave a trace, or show your face, you get gone"