OnlyFans Girl Ch. 640-645

Chapter 640

Getting back to the office wasn’t an issue - particularly considering there was no fucking way you were sticking around the coffee shop after getting caught like that. Hell, if you and Becca hooking up in that bathroom hadn’t happened on your second-last day of work, you would have been screwed in an entirely different way - how the hell could you do the morning coffee run now? That barista knew what had been going on, recognised you, and Becca had made it extra clear.

You also had to wonder how Becca would feel about going back there - she was a brazen woman, but… come on!

Unfortunately, even a few moments longer in the coffee shop meant that when you got outside, you didn’t see her waiting, and she’d disappeared up or down the street. She already got everything she’d wanted, you assumed, and even her level of brazenness had its limits. You started getting the pics from her via text during your walk back to the office, the first one making you groan a little and stuff your phone back in your pocket so no one would see it. The streets were busy, the noon rush around the city hitting a peak as folks headed back into their office buildings.

Becks took one look at you as you entered the lobby and you could tell she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to stop from making it too obvious to the other people in the lobby. You went to her at the front desk, leaning over it slightly. “What is it?” you asked quietly.

“John,” the gorgeous secretary said. “You look like you just got fucked.”

“What? My hair’s fine; how do I look like that?”

“It’s how you walk,” she said. “And your expression. You’re not grinning like an idiot, you get laid too much for that, but you do get a confident ‘I’m the man’ kind of vibe going on. Who did Sabrina just get you to meet up with?”

You shook your head. “It sounds like you’re telling me I’m not always The Man,” you said with a smirk, avoiding the question. Becca and Becks had only met at Gemma’s going-away dinner, but you still weren’t super thrilled at the idea of Kiss and Tell.

Becks rolled her eyes and smirked. “You’re always The Man to your little-” she cut off, giving a smile and a wave to a couple of the guys who worked on another floor of the building as they walked past, then focused back on you. “Sluts,” she finished with a wink.

That made you grin a bit, and she shooed you off before either of you said anything more, and louder, that would get you in trouble. Or tempt you into something you shouldn’t be - because Becks’ tits really did look great in that black dress she was wearing, and with all the sex you were used to you felt you could bounce back pretty damn quickly from your last quickie. And Becks sucking the taste of Becca off of you sounded hot as hell.

Down, boy, you thought. Partially at yourself, partially at your dick as it started to firm up again in your slacks. Maybe it would be good to get out of the city, back to school and have things calm down a bit. You were starting to have sex on the mind a bit too much.

Back up on your regular floor, you headed to the Intern conference room and walked in, expecting to have to try and tell Sabrina what had happened in a way that wasn’t telling Eric any details, but you found it empty. Frowning, you glanced down the two core hallways, but while there were a couple of associates walking back and forth, no Sabrina or Eric. Worried that you might have missed a summons back to Garrison’s office, you even went about halfway there so you could see down to his door, but it was closed, and the lights were off. He was still out to lunch.

Fuck, you thought. Hopefully, he didn’t show up on time and invite us out to lunch and I was already gone.

Except Sabrina would have texted you if that happened.

Frowning, you returned to the conference room and opened your laptop. Nothing there either - no emails waiting, no messages pending.

Weird.

You took a moment to check your phone, quickly skimming through Becca’s messages. The pictures you’d taken were hot, but it was the videos that were the best and made you need to suppress another groan. There was something so… strangely taboo about having a mostly-lesbian, older-than-you woman not only play up the sexual tension, but want you to fill her with your cum and film it.

‘That was fucking amazing,’ you texted her. ‘Can’t believe you said that to the Barista tho.’

‘I KNOW,’ she texted back. ‘OMG. Gemma better love these.’

‘She will,’ you assured her. ‘And it was good seeing you again before we leave, Becca. All of you :P But also just you.’

‘You’re sweet, John. Make sure to let me know if you and Sabrina are coming back to the city for something. We might not hook up, but it would still be good just to hang,’ she texted.

You sent her back an OK, 100 and Thumbs Up emoji.

She responded with a picture, clearly taken awkwardly with one hand, the phone under her desk at her work. Her tights were pulled down to her knees and she had them spread, showing off your cum leaking out of her pussy. ‘You seriously need to drain those balls more often. My thong is swamped.’

That made you almost choke on your own spit, which was a super awkward time for Sabrina and Eric to show up and look at you in confusion as they walked into the conference room.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, clearing your throat and blinking. “Where were you guys?”

“Eric decided to treat me to a sub for all my work and advice on getting him a girlfriend this summer,” Sabrina grinned.

“Least I could do,” Eric sighed and shrugged. “Where did you run off to, anyway?”

Sabrina hadn’t followed him to their usual seats and instead came around to your side of the table. As she was circling Gemma’s old spot, you quickly replied to Becca. ‘What can I say, you inspire me.’

Her only response to that was a kissy face, so you responded with one of your own and then turned to accept an actual kiss from your girlfriend - now that you and Sabrina were ‘office-official,’ a tiny amount of PDA was work-appropriate. “Was that Becca?” she asked, nodding to your phone.

“Yeah, just, uh, wrapping things up,” you said.

“Can I see?” she asked with a little grin.

You rolled your eyes but nodded, giving her your phone. Her grin broadened as she took it and went back around to her seat at the table, sitting down before starting to scroll through your recent messages with Becca. There was nothing to hide from her - hell, she’d been the one to set up the rendezvous. Her and Gemma. And the look of delight on her face, the tip of her tongue playing against her lower lip as she looked at the pictures and then busted out headphones to watch the clips, was cute as hell.

By the time she was done, and slid your phone back over to you, she was a little flushed and gave you a look that said it was going to be tough to hold off until you got home that afternoon.

Chapter 641

Sometimes you felt like maybe your brain was getting trained to be too used to weird and wild shit happening. Your entire summer - well, three months of it - had been a rollercoaster of emotions, confrontations, new friends, and sex.

So much sex.

The problem was that, for most people most of the time, life wasn’t like that. Your life hadn’t been like that before that summer. So when the end of the work day came around after a quiet afternoon slowly working your way through the backlog of data entry and categorisation and keyword searches in scanned documents, it felt… anti-climactic. Your second-to-last day of work ended with a bit of a whimper.

Which wasn’t really fair, considering your day had started with amazing morning sex with Amanda, you and Sabrina getting outed at work as a couple, and then your hookup with Becca over lunch. It had already been a busy, chaotic day.

And yet, leaving the office with Sabrina and Eric and splitting up to catch the bus as you and Sabrina walked arm-in-arm, you had a weird sense of expectation.

You and Sabrina rode the bus home, sitting together, chatting quietly about nothing and everything since the bus was pretty packed. Nothing dirty - anyone nearby would easily overhear anything you said. Nothing about her OnlyFans account or what nasty things you were going to do to each other. Just going over your plans for moving back to school on Friday. She’d secured a nice condo earlier that month for the two of you, far enough from the University campus that you weren’t going to be dealing with drunk first-years stumbling by your place to get back to their dorms, but close enough to still be just a short walk so you wouldn’t be dealing with public transit to get to class, or need a car. You had also booked a uHaul rental van so the two of you could pack all your summer luggage up - including all the new filming gear Sabrina had accumulated over the summer - and drive down together instead of needing to be picked up by a parent or something.

Friday felt so far away still, and yet so close. One more day of work. Two nights.

When you got home, Sabrina did a very Sabrina thing - as soon as the door was closed, she was getting naked. Instead of joining her immediately, you leaned back against the closed front door and watched her, enjoying the view of the sexy little body as she revealed it quickly, tossing her clothes towards the couch in the living room in a rough pile until she was down to just her thong.

“God, I love you,” you told her when she finally looked back over her shoulder, surprised you weren’t doing the same.

“I dunno,” she said with a playful smirk. “Sometimes I wonder. Especially when you don’t take a hint.”

You laughed and went to her, picking her up by the waist and lifting her into a kiss. She wrapped her legs around you, clinging tight as she deepened it, and you slid your hands to support her by her cute, tight little butt.

“Mmmm,” she groaned, slowly pulling her tongue from your lips and eventually breaking off the kiss entirely. She tossed her head, flipping her long dark hair out of her face, and looked you deep in the eyes. “Never mind,” she said. “I don’t wonder at all. I know you love me.”

“I do,” you said with a smile. “And I love you, too.”

“You do,” she grinned. “Now take me to bed and rail me while you tell me all about what happened at the coffee shop.”

- - - - -

“Hey, you guys,” Gemma said, waving through the video chat.

“Bay-beeee,” Sabrina said, leaning close to the tablet and making kissy faces. “Oh my God, your hair looks great.”

“Thanks,” Gemma laughed, running her hands through it. She’d gotten it recoloured - at the start of the summer it had been a silvery blonde, but over the last four months that had darkened closer to her more natural bright blonde and now she’d gone back to the more bright silver. “It needed a cut badly, and I had to reconnect with my stylist here after a whole year away.”

“It looks great, Gemma,” you said, smiling warmly.

“Thanks, love,” Gemma grinned, then that grin turned to a smirk as she bundled her hair up with both hands into a ponytail and turned her head as she held it in a fist. “Still more than enough to hold onto, too,” she chuckled wickedly.

That made you groan and laugh, and Sabrina snickered. “He might have been doing that with me a little earlier.”

“Lucky cunt,” Gemma sighed, smiling and shaking her head. Her accent, which had never really felt like it wasn’t full-on to you, was sounding a bit stronger now that she’d been back home in Australia for a week. Not crazy like some backwoods mumbler - which all countries had their versions of - but definitely with a bit more of the classic twang. Her casual use of ‘cunt’ was the most telling that she was sliding back into a slightly different cultural attitude, though.

“Did Becca send you the stuff from today?” you asked. “Because it was a bit of a shock for me.”

Gemma snorted and stuck out her tongue through her grin. “She did. I woke up to a very nice package of messages. You definitely gave it to her good.”

“You totally masturbated to them,” Sabrina laughed.

“I totally did,” Gemma shrugged. “God, I miss you guys so much.”

“We miss you too,” Sabrina said, pouting with her lower lip.

The three of you chatted a while, talking about everything that had been going on and re-covering territory that had only really been discussed in text. Gemma had also woken up to texts about you and Sabrina being ‘outed’ at work as a couple, and possible implications for the lawsuit, so she wanted to talk through that. You and Sabrina wanted to know more about what was going on with her, and if she felt ready for her next internship. It was still weird, even if you understood intellectually that Australia was currently still in their winter months - it wasn’t freezing by any means, but Gemma wasn’t wearing a bikini down at the beach every day. She did send you a picture of her and Birdy in their wetsuits, though.

“Sexy,” Sabrina grinned. “Just think - one little hole in the crotch, and John sees it and tears it open wider, and then he fucks you-”

“You bitch,” Gemma started laughing. “Stop it, you’ll get me horny all over again and I can’t have him. Or you.”

“That’s true,” you said, leaning forward and letting out a breath as you shook your head. “But you could play Director Gemma again for us.”

“Oooh,” Sabrina said, her eyes lighting up.

Gemma rolled her eyes, her cheeks tight, her grin was so wide. “Fine,” she said. “First things first, you two need to get naked.”

“Yes, Madam Director,” Sabrina snickered, pulling the shirt - your shirt - up over her head and revealing she was naked underneath.

“Sorry, I’m a method actor,” you said. “I need to know what my motivation is, and everyone else on set needs to be naked too.”

“Your motivation is making your girlfriends moan your name as they orgasm,” Gemma smirked as she started pulling off her own shit - one of your hoodies that she’d taken with her. “And that’s definitely a rule to stick to. Now get naked.”

Chapter 642

“Oooh, what?” Sabrina mumbled, making you grin as she wriggled under you.

It was rare that you were up before her and got to wake her up. Falling asleep with her in your arms - especially after you had been able to have an extended video chat with Gemma - had been bittersweet. You loved holding Sabrina snuggled up in your arms, her lithe and beautiful body warm and sweet in every way. But you weren’t sure if you could ever forget the feeling of having both your girlfriends snuggled up to you.

It just hit differently, and not having them both there put a mild pang in your chest.

Maybe it was that slight taste of melancholy while you were falling asleep, or maybe it was just knowing today was another big day of change for you that had you waking up early. You’d lain awake for a few minutes, just focusing on the feeling of Sabrina beside you and how wonderfully different your life was from four months earlier. There was no denying biology, though, and you’d woken up hard - not an infrequent thing before, but daily now, no matter how much sex you’d had the day before. It was like your body understood exactly what the women in your life wanted and was more than happy to provide.

You didn’t just slip your cock into Sabrina though. She was sprawled out on her stomach, and you had slowly lifted your arm from her and slid down under the covers and then back up between her legs. You’d started with kisses, soft and light, on the back of her thighs and then trailed them up further. She responded in her sleep a little; maybe it was her body having a similar biological morning response - it was time for sex.

Taking your time, and gently encouraging her to spread her legs a little more without waking her up, you had kissed between her lean thighs until you’d reached her pussy and started giving her little licks across her labia, clit hood and up to the lower curves of her buttcheeks. She’d started stirring, waking up as her pussy responded to the stimulation and gave you a taste of her horniness, and when you were just a little more forceful, wedging your tongue between her labia and teasing it stiffly across the actual entrance of her vagina, she’d woken up.

“Good morning, baby,” you said, rising up from your oral ministrations as she gasped and stretched.

“Morning,” she mumbled, then wiggled her butt. “Don’t stop.”

You laughed quietly and went back to work, now no longer needing to worry about waking her up so you brought your hands into play, palming her butt cheeks and massaging them for a long moment before spreading them and giving you even better access to her. Soon Sabrina was moaning, her hips wiggling as she tried to hump back at you a bit, and her legs kicked up at the knees, raising the sheets like a tent above you.

“Fuck, John. Fuck. That’s so good,” she groaned. Then she clenched her ass, trembling a little as the precursor to an oncoming orgasm rolled through her. “Wait,” she said suddenly. “Hold on.” She scrambled forward away from you, turning on her knees and looking down at you as she lifted the sheet. “Stay right there.”

“Uh… OK?” you mumbled as she hopped off the bed. For a second you thought she was going to the bathroom, but she circled around the bed and did something at the dresser before coming back. She climbed onto the bed, shifted around for a moment and then slid back under the covers and assumed the same position she’d been in before with her butt inches from your face. Then she handed you a tube of lube and the biggest buttplug she’d gotten used to so far.

“Could you put that in me, please?” she asked. “Today is ‘John Fucks Butts’ day, remember.”

“How could I forget?” you chuckled, taking the lube and the plug from her before giving her butt cheek and little nip with your teeth.

In fact, you had sort of forgotten that was the plan - which was wild in and of itself. But sex, and anal sex, had been part of your life for a while now and with all the other stuff going on it had slipped to the back of your mind that the End Of Summer party that was happening tonight between you, Sabrina, Becks and Tasha was also going to be anal-centric.

You were just happy to be with them. The anal was a bonus.

Getting your mind back on the task at hand, you went back to eating Sabrina out but started to work more butt stuff into play, kissing and licking her tight little hole before wedging a fingertip in there. She could take one of your fingers up to the second knuckle without a problem, and even just the head of your cock pushing through her anal ring, but anything larger than a finger any deeper than a couple of inches was where she needed lots of patience and lots of lube.

By the time you were slipping the smooth, steel buttplug into her, Sabrina’s butt had been well lubed, fingered and the plug slid through her stretched anal ring smoothly. The hiccup sound she made as it slipped into place and her butt clamped down around it was cute as hell.

But she hadn’t actually come yet, and that had been your original goal, so you dropped your lips to her clit, took hold of the buttplug with one hand and started to tug on it to pop it in and out of her, and used your other hand to rake your stiffened fingers down her side from her armpit to her hip and then pinch her just the way she liked.

Sabrina knew how to push your buttons in a lot of different ways. She knew how to be the right kind of brat to get you going and raise your dominant side. She knew how to be a sweet and loving girlfriend. She knew the dirty, filthy things she could say to rev you up or put you over the edge.

But you knew her buttons too. Very well. The only thing you couldn’t really do for her that would have dramatically increased the orgasm was choke her from this position.

You pushed as many of those buttons as you could, though, and when Sabrina came she went off like a firecracker. She screamed into her pillow, burying her face in it as her hips tilted and pushed back, and she squirted.

Right in your face.

You hadn’t been expecting that for some reason and had to cough because it wasn’t just one of those little spurts - she squirted, and it hit you right in the open mouth all the way to the back of your throat and even got up your nose a little. Laughing and coughing at the same time, awash with the smell of your girlfriend’s sex, you made sure the buttplug was seated in her again before her orgasm started to ease off, and as her body relaxed and she oozed back down onto the bed you climbed up over her so that you were laying pretty much on top of her. She turned her face to the side, sighing happily, and you kissed her cheek.

“Oops,” she chuckled, feeling her squirt on your face.

“That was a good one, huh?” you laughed.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, smiling serenely. Then she looked at you questioningly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” she asked. “We don’t have forever here, your hard cock is pressing against me, and we still need to take a shower and change the bed. Get to it, baby.”

Only Sabrina.

Chapter 643

“Gemma says she’s jealous,” Sabrina smirked a little as the two of you were getting off the bus at the stop down the street from the office.

“I know, baby, that was the group chat,” you chuckled, looping your arm with hers as you started to walk down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful August morning, the sun starting to really heat up but not yet to the point of being uncomfortable - it might be bad by the time lunch came around, but for now, even the morning crowds of downtown were refreshing instead of stifling.

“Oh, hah, I didn’t see you check your phone,” she said, giving you a shrug and a smile and then pulling you off to the side of the sidewalk out of the main flow of pedestrian traffic.

“What is it?” you asked.

She cocked her head to the side, reaching up and looping her arms around the back of your neck as she looked into your eyes. “You know, I think I’m kinda in love with you?”

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a grin. “When did you decide this?”

“Just now,” she said, grinning playfully. “I mean, I decided it before too, but just now I thought to myself, ‘I’m definitely in love with this sexy, smart, silly boy, ’ so I thought I’d tell you that.”

“Well, just so you know, I was thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch,” you said, making her snort and giggle. “I love you too, Sabrina.”

She went on her toes to kiss you, and you held each other close for a long moment before you were jostled by someone passing by and separated. “OK,” she said, fanning her face a little as she grinned at you. “Maybe we shouldn’t kiss like that when I’ve got a buttplug in.”

That made you blush and laugh, checking to see if anyone was listening in, but if anyone had heard her they were already ten steps away and still moving. You gave her another quick kiss and then continued towards the office.

“Wanna come help me with the coffee order?” Sabrina asked as you were reaching the front doors. “Last time we have to do it.”

You blanched a little. “Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said.

“What? Why?”

You gave her a look - she was well aware of all the dirty details of your hookup with Becca yesterday. Her curious expression cracked a little after a moment of staring contest, and she started giggling.

“I’m never setting foot in that place again,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“I know,” she said, scrunching up her nose as she grinned. “I’ll see you up there. Go flirt with Becks.”

“Love you,” you said, and you gave her a much more work-appropriate peck on the lips as you split up.

The lobby had a couple of people speaking quietly near the doors, so you knew you couldn’t be too flagrant about your flirting as you walked towards Becks at the front desk. She looked up from whatever she was working on at her computer and broke into a smile - she was wearing a cute white blouse with a high collar that played against her warm, light mocha skin and managed to highlight her bust without showing any skin. “Well, good morning,” she said as you approached. “Looking forward to later?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, feigning ignorance. “Today is just another beautiful summer day, isn’t it?”

Becks rolled her eyes a little, smirking and shaking her head. “Don’t tell me I’m that forgettable.”

“Of course not,” you said, giving her a wink. “Though I don’t know who’s more excited, me or Sabrina.”

“John, please,” Becks snorted. “It’s Sabrina. Because she’s a-” she swapped to just mouthing the last words. ‘-nympho freak.’

“Well, maybe,” you chuckled.

“Maybe nothing,” Becks said. “But we do love her for it.”

“We do,” you agreed. “So, what’s your day look like?”

“Same as always,” she shrugged. “Handle bookings and appointments, answer questions, deal with delivery drivers, and try not to call you for a one-on-one meeting even though I’m already horny as shit because I’ve got a buttplug in my ass.”

You coughed, again needing to check over your shoulder to see if anyone had heard that, but realised the two men had disappeared down one of the corridors leading deeper into the first floor of the building. When you turned back to Becks, she was grinning lasciviously.

“I think I would very much enjoy a one-on-one with you, Becks,” you said. “So I can do a thorough, thorough review of your body of work. Head-to-toe inspection. Probably a public speaking element - an oral exam, you might say. And of course a thorough and vigorous probing of your… talents and skills.”

“My talents and skills, huh?” she asked with a smirk. Both of your voices had dropped low, and she was leaning towards you more.

“Mhmm,” you hummed. Then you abandoned the game. “God, I want to put your legs behind your ears and fucking pound you, Becks.”

She grunted wordlessly and sucked in a breath through her nose. “And which of my slutty secretary holes would you be pounding?”

“Here in the office?” you mused. “That hungry, tight, tasty pussy until I fill it with cream like a stuffed pastry, without taking out your plug. Because your ass deserves even more time to be thoroughly enjoyed.”

“You’re fucking evil,” she growled and smirked. “Now I’m going to be sitting here with a soaked thong all morning.”

“Are you wearing slacks or a skirt?” you asked, peeking over the desk but unable to see.

“A skirt,” she said.

“Is it short?”

“Not really,” she said, then rolled her eyes.

“I want your panties,” you said.

“Fuck,” she muttered, glancing around me at the door then at the corridors, but she obviously hesitated and then sighed. “I would, John, for real, but I legitimately don’t want to end up having a wet spot on the back of my skirt. I’m also just a little paranoid about the buttplug popping out of me somehow at the most inconvenient and embarrassing moment and the thong will help keep it in place. So I have to say no.”

“That’s OK,” you chuckled, leaning a little more forward as you smiled at her. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“Well, I’m thinking very naughty things at and about you,” she grinned, then sat back more comfortably and raised her voice back to a normal volume. “Now, where the hell is Sabrina?”

“Coffee run,” you said.

“And you aren’t helping her?”

“I… uh, can’t go back in there,” you said.

“Why?” Becks asked incredulously, then raised her eyebrows as she quickly made the connection to your rendezvous yesterday. That led to you quickly telling her about the… encounter, particularly the part with getting caught by a barista.

“You dog,” she snickered. “Jesus, who would have thought quiet, nerdy, socially awkward John from the start of the summer would be hooking up with hotties in coffee shop bathrooms by now?”

“Who is right,” you said and laughed with her. “But yeah, that’s why I can’t go back there today. Thankfully, it was the last day.”

“You do realise this hasn’t helped my situation, right?” she smirked. “I’m gonna be thinking about that all morning now.”

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll send you a couple of the pictures,” you winked.

She gave you an exaggerated, frustrated expression and shook her finger at you. “You’re an absolute devil.”

“I learned from the best,” you said as you heard the main doors opening behind you and turned to glance over your shoulders. “Speaking of whom…” You went to help Sabrina with her stack of drinks balanced on top of a pastry box, and she smiled thankfully as you both brought them over to the front desk.

“Hey, girly,” she said, quickly finding Becks’ drink and handing it over, then opening the pastry box and pulling out one of the giant cookies she liked from the bakery. “Want one?”

“Sure,” Becks said. “I mean, I shouldn’t, but that’ll hit the spot later in the middle of the afternoon when I’m dying of boredom.”

Sabrina blew her a kiss as she handed it over. “Was John a good boy while I didn’t have my eye on him?” she asked playfully, giving you a teasing look.

“I was just telling him he’s an absolute devil before you were walking in,” Becks said. “A temptor. A… I don’t know.”

“I would just like to say that’s the second time you called me a ‘boy’ this morning,” you said to Sabrina. “And I think you should be adjusting that to a ‘man’ based on what I did to you this morning.”

Sabrina actually blushed a little, her mouth falling open as she was struck speechless for a moment, and Becks snickered. Your girlfriend snapped out of it quickly though and bit her lower lip as she smiled around it. “You’re right, John. You are very much a man, not a boy. My man - and Gemma’s.”

“Can I borrow your man?” Becks asked, smiling playfully. “When I need one?”

“Of course,” Sabrina grinned. “John has plenty of man to go around for friends. Are you and Tasha still good for dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely,” Becks nodded. “And… the ‘party’ afterwards.” She winked at the two of you.

“Great,” Sabrina grinned, then took a smaller portion of the stack of drinks from the desk and raised an eyebrow at you. “Men carry the bigger, heavier loads, right?”

“Men do,” you agreed with a smirk. “Of course, we also drop heavy loads in tight spaces.”

Sabrina almost tripped over her own feet as she hiccuped hard in surprise, thankfully managing not to drop the two trays of drinks she was carrying. Becks guffawed loud enough that you thought someone down the corridor and through into the bodega at the far corner of the building might have been able to hear her.

You got in the elevator grinning like a fool because life was absolutely wild.

Chapter 644

By the time you and Sabrina got the drinks delivered out to the various offices across the firm’s two floors, folks were starting to show up en mass and you both received some quiet thanks from most of the regular orderers - starting tomorrow, they would be back to doing their own coffee runs in the morning until they brought in a new batch of interns.

Once you made it to the conference room, Sabrina had saved one of those big cookies for each of you, her and Eric.

“Did you see her last night?” Sabrina asked your fellow intern, doing a classic ‘offer it but pull it back’ carrot scenario.

“Yes, I saw Beth last night,” Eric sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair again instead of continuing to try and reach across the corner of the table to accept the cookie.

“Aaaand?” Sabrina asked, sitting down as well and sliding the seran-wrapped cookie across the table to him.

“And she’s still amazing,” Eric said.

“So why do you look unhappy about that?” you asked.

“Because I leave on Saturday,” he grunted. “Because she isn’t super sure about doing long distance. Because meeting me through her Crazy Roommate upended her life, so at some point she might remember that and, I dunno, blame me?”

“But the sex was pretty fucking great, huh?” Sabrina asked with a smirk.

“Sabrina,” you scoffed. “He’s being serious.”

“So am I,” she countered, then turned to Eric. “Best you’ve ever had?”

“I… I mean, maybe…” he said, looking flustered.

“That’s because you actually, like, like each other,” Sabrina said. “More than just for looks, or want to get off, or ego. You like like her.”

“I don’t like like her,” Eric said defensively.

“OK, if you can’t admit you’re falling for her, even if it’s this soon, maybe you don’t deserve her,” you said.

“What?” he asked. “That’s not far. It’s only been like… less than two weeks.”

“I’m not saying you need to tell her you love her,” you said. “Hell, it probably would be too soon to say that. But if she’s different from anyone else you’ve dated or hooked up with, don’t you think you might need to act differently than with everyone else?”

“Um,” Eric said, screwing up his face a little as he tore the saran off the cookie and ripped a piece off, popping it into his mouth and chewing.

“He’s not wrong,” Sabrina said. “Flirting and chemistry only gets a girl so far in terms of relationship decisions. Well, worthwhile girls. Though, to be fair, there’s plenty of girls who are attracted to toxic traits and think they are getting relationship material because of whatever trauma from their parents or siblings, but I digress - If you want to convince this girl that you’re worth putting up with the issues around long-distance, then you need to give her a good reason. Argue your case. Just remember you’re making an emotional case and not a logical one, so you need to be able to talk to her about your emotions in a reasonable way.”

Eric sighed, long and slow, shaking his head. “That’s exactly the opposite advice that all the Podcast guys suggest,” he said. “I’m not supposed to get too invested in any one girl because that turns girls off. I mean… that’s basically what happened with you two and Gemma, right? John, you’re with two ladies. You’re like the definition of a successful male using hypergamy to his advantage.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead.

“Wait… you think Gemma and I are with John because of hypergamy?” Sabrina asked incredulously.

“Well, not just that,” Eric defended himself. “But it’s a biological imperative kind of thing, right? John has excellent prospects for the future and comes from a successful enough family to be considered, what, at least upper middle class? He’s tall, has a strong jawline. All of those are markers, biologically speaking.”

“Gemma and I both have the same amount of markers, though,” Sabrina said. “So couldn’t you say that’s just… dating? Don’t people just date within similar spheres to themselves because that’s what feels comfortable?”

“I mean, yeah, but also no,” Eric said. “Like, if you went on a dating app and set your location to Miami, say, you could make connections with guys way wealthier, better looking and prepared to provide for you - biological-imperative speaking - than John. No offense, John.”

“Uhuh,” you grunted, one eyebrow raised about as close to your hairline as it could physically get.

“But, but, Eric continued before Sabrina could argue with him. “You and Gemma do also have similar markers, so you have the ability to invest in John. Again, I’m just talking biologically. You know that he shows potential, and since you’re not in survival mode and are also aware you will eventually outclass most men, it’s like a girl marrying the guy who she bets is going to make it to the NFL right after they graduate from high school. She isn’t doing it to be a gold digger, but her genetics are kind of doing it anyway.” 

Sabrina’s mouth was working overtime, gaping like a fish gasping for air, as she tried to formulate words.

“Eric,” you said evenly. “I’m going to take a moment to speak for Sabrina here because if she starts talking she’ll end up shouting, and if she can’t formulate words soon she might reach over and rip your dick off. Please, please, consider the men you are getting this utter horse crap from. All this bullshit you’re talking about is… it sounds an awful lot like excuses.”

“No, dude, it’s science. They get the data from dating apps,” Eric said.

“You mean the absolute worst place to try and meet some you actually like?” you asked.

“Well…”

“Did I meet Gemma or Sabrina on a dating app?”

“No,” he said.

“Did you meet Beth on a dating app?”

“Well, no,” he said.

“But you did meet her while seeing someone else, who was much worse for you, on there,” you said. “Along with Lucy. And anyone else you’ve hooked up with this summer who wasn’t Beth. Except for the Podcast girl with the OnlyFans or whatever, right?”

“Well, her and the model from the show I was on,” Eric said.

“Right,” you said. “So either apps, which we both acknowledge are awful, or in the space that you learned all this rhetoric. Do you think, if apps have that sort of track record for success, that they’re producing good data at all about anything other than the app experience? And if that’s the case, do you think all the hypergamy, biological imperative BS you're saying about women might only apply to massively skewed-to-bad relationships that come out of using those apps?”

“Um,” Eric said. “Well, I mean, it’s like… historical, too.”

“What is?” Sabrina asked. “Seriously, Eric. After everything I’ve coached you on in the last week, helping you get to this place where you’re actually feeling things for Beth, please tell me what historical precedence there is for you to treat her like a gold-digging, throw-away, replaceable piece of ass?”

“OK, when you put it like that, you’re making it sound-”

“Sexist?” you filled in for him as he hesitated. “Misogynistic? Just plain mean?”

“Manipulative,” Sabrina added. “Or an excuse to be manipulative.”

Eric gulped. “How did I end up getting interrogated here?”

“Because you forgot that we aren’t the chat for your podcasts, all hyping each other up while watching a bunch of idiots inflate their own egos and give themselves excuses to be assholes to women,” Sabrina said darkly. “Gemma and I are with John because we both had basic chemistry with him, and he showed us both separately that he gives us what actually matters - because yes, he is someone with good prospects, and that’s a checkmark, and he is attractive, checkmark. But he’s also emotionally intelligent and puts in so much effort to try to understand us and react appropriately, whether that’s helping us get what we need, telling us we’re being unreasonable, or just figuring out what we’re feeling in general. He talks, and he listens, equally and fully. That’s why we’re both with him. That and he fucks like-”

You interrupted her by clearing your throat, making her cut off and smirk at you.

“We got here because you said some stuff that was wildly off base, Eric,” you said, answering his question from before Sabrina’s very complimentary rant. It made you feel good that she saw you that way - both the more superficial and personal ‘check marks’ were compliments you weren’t used to just being tossed around with such seriousness. “But we started with why you should continue with the path Sabrina helped you get on to begin with by being upfront and honest about what you wanted with Beth, and got you this far. I thought you’d already dropped all that other stuff. What the hell happened in the last 24 hours?”

“Nothing happened,” Eric said, but he flinched a little, and Sabrina glared at him until he expanded. “Beth and I had a good date last night, and we, uh, hooked up at the end. But then, as she was leaving, she was kind of quiet and said she wasn’t sure about what all of ‘this’ was still, and left instead of sleeping over. So I had the rest of the night to myself, and there was a live stream I like to tune into - one of the shows I guested on, actually, and…”

“And you got hyped up in the chat, didn’t you?” Sabrina asked flatly.

“Kind of,” Eric shrugged.

“Eric, you’re taking dating advice and pointers from women from asshole losers who haven’t been near a happy, healthy relationship for years. If ever,” Sabrina said. “And their fans aren’t exactly showing great initiative in actually succeeding at finding themselves romantic partners if they are sitting alone watching a bunch of dudes on a livestream in the evening. You only tuned in because you had time on your hands, and you knew you’d get hyped up. How many of them do you think tuned in after getting laid, let alone with a girl you actually like for more than just lust?”

Eric grimaced.

“Tell Beth you like her,” you said.

“Hell, tell her you like like her,” Sabrina added. “Make it cute. Make it playful. That could make it easier to say the first time, and you don’t want to say something like, ‘I think you’re amazing, and I want you to know I don’t want to lose where I think this can go.’ You just need to tell her what you're feeling honestly or you’re lying, which makes you a liar, and she might see through it.”

Eric grunted, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to bring up something else and argue some more, but he sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket. “Why does everything you tell me to do sound harder than the stuff they tell me to do?”

“Because the stuff I tell you is about building something, not just trying to get into someone’s pants,” Sabrina said confidently.

“To be fair, you also give advice on that,” you deadpanned.

“OK, I give that advice too,” Sabrina smirked. “I’m versatile, OK? I give good advice based on the situation, not just one message all the time.”

“I get it, I get it,” Eric said. “I need to rethink my YouTube subscriptions.”

“Damn right,” Sabrina grinned. “Now, what are you actually sending her? If you say it right, I guarantee she’ll be squirming in her panties all day, wanting to see you.”

You sighed and shook your head, opening your laptop to actually start your last day of work. Only Sabrina could jump to that sort of visual so fast.

Chapter 645

Once Eric’s message had been sufficiently wordsmithed and debated over, he and Sabrina joined you in your final morning of chipping away at the never-ending list of tasks that made up the work queue on the tracking programs the firm used. It felt sort of weird, looking at that list of stuff to accomplish and feeling like your entire summer had been spent not really… affecting anything.

Which wasn’t true. Particularly for Garrison’s case and all the extra work you’d done helping him and his team of associates slog through the raw files that needed sorting and organising. Or making things better for the firm overall by getting Joy and her Mother outed as evil, manipulative witches.

Still, seeing dozens of tasks on the list after four months, like nothing had changed in all that time, was a bit of an Oof moment.

The nice thing, at least, was that over the course of the morning, several of the associates, paralegals and even a couple of the Junior Partners that you all had been getting ‘emergency’ tasks from all summer came by the conference room to thank you and wish you luck. The recognition and getting back into the flow of your day-to-day helped ease that feeling of an unending list of tasks.

You really hoped that wasn’t all becoming a lawyer would actually feel like and that having cases wouldn’t just feel like an unending list when you were finally working.

Eric got a response from Beth about an hour after he sent it.

“It says, ‘That’s really sweet, Eric. Are you free tonight?’” Eric said. “She didn’t say it back.”

“It’s not like you told her you loved her,” Sabrina said. “And you did say she was hesitant at the end of the night last night. Now she’s going to be thinking of you telling her how you feel all day instead of how awkward last night ended. That’s a good thing!”

“Fine, fine,” Eric sighed. “I trust you.”

“Good,” Sabrina smirked. “Because I’ve earned it.”

The three of you got an email at the same time from Garrison, a little before 11:30 AM, telling you not to head out to lunch at your usual time. That signed to you all that you were being taken out to lunch - exactly what you’d been expecting from Garrison. He seemed to be the kind of guy who rewarded with food more than anything else. Maybe his love language was gift-giving or something.

“You’ve got them?” Eric asked Sabrina.

“Of course I do,” your girlfriend said, lifting the larger-than-usual purse she’d brought to work that morning. “Do you guys have your cards?”

“Yes,” you smirked a little, knowing that was a dig at you and not at Eric. You’d almost left yours back at the apartment accident before Sabrina had reminded you to grab it on your way out the door. Now you took it out and slid it over to her. “Can you carry it? I don’t want to hide it in my pants pocket or something.”

“Y-” Eric started to answer, then quickly double checked his bag and sighed and nodded. “Yeah, got it.” He passed his over to Sabrina as well.

Garrison didn’t come around until almost 12:30, and you were feeling your hunger starting to rise. Yesterday you’d gone half the afternoon without eating lunch after meeting up with Becca until you’d buckled and slipped down to the bodega attached to the building to grab a couple of snacks to eat while you were working.

“Well, folks,” your boss said as he entered. “Ready for lunch?”

You all agreed, and the three of you eagerly shut down your laptops and followed Garrison out and towards the elevators. Sabrina held you back just a little, and as you were walking down the corridor, she motioned for you to lean closer.

“What if, when we get wherever we’re going, I pull a Becca and get you to do me in the bathroom?” she whispered, and then snorted softly as you pulled away and she saw the look of mild panic on your face because you weren’t sure if she was joking or serious. Thankfully, her eyes said she was joking.

Because getting dicked down in a restaurant bathroom, creampied, and then going back out to do a Thank You speech for your mutual boss was totally something she would do.

Garrison made some small talk as you waited for the elevator and then rode it down to the lobby, and he said hello to Becks on his way by. She smiled and waved, and since you and Sabrina were taking up the back of your little group, she gave the two of you a wink when Garrison and Eric weren’t looking.

The one other disruption to your workflow that morning had been a pair of texts. One had been from the sexy secretary, an upskirt shot of her ass as she peeled one cheek out and flashedd her buttplug. You were fairly certain it had to be hot off the presses, so to speak, and not something she’d saved from earlier. The other disruptive text had been from Tasha. The blonde apparently didn’t have a shift at the bookstore today so it had been her lounging on her bed at her place wearing a tanktop and smiling, but with her bare ass in the background and an angle from a mirror looking between her legs from behind - a quick zoom gave a look at her pussy and the hint of a buttplug hidden between her butt cheeks as well.

It really wasn’t fair how easily women could physically tease a man compared to the other way around. No matter how much your girlfriends or other partners made comments about your butt, you knew it wasn’t like seeing a sexy female ass. Let alone the rest of them.

You gave Becks a wink bank and blew her a kiss, making her smirk a little wider and then bite the inside corner of her lip, telling you exactly how horny she was for that night.

“Just a couple of blocks over,” Garrison announced, leading the way left out of the building. He led you two blocks, just like he’d said, and around to the far side. It felt weird walking without taking on your usual pace and connection with Sabrina - it wouldn’t really be professional to walk arm in arm to a goodbye work lunch. You ended up at a little hole-in-the-wall looking place, its sign overtaken by a faded maroon awning that might have once had a name on it, but the lettering was so weathered it was just a speckle of concentrated, flaking paint. The menu mounted to the front by the door wasn’t any more help as you passed by - you could see there was a menu in the wood and glass case, but the glass was so filthy you couldn’t read it on the move.

Inside, the restaurant was cramped and dim, but everything felt… rich. Not in an expensive way, but in an old and well-cared-for kind of way. The wood panelling was dark and polished smooth. The carpet was plush and might have matched the colour that the awning used to be. Every table along either wall was in its own booth, creating pockets of privacy once you were sitting down, with coat racks stationed between each one, giving even more separation from your neighbours. All of the metal was polished brass, and the bench seating for the booths was plump and looked comfortable as hell.

A waiter met Garrison at the front with a polite smile and nod, but you didn’t get the sense that they knew each other like when he’d brought you to his favourite spot after the trial you’d sat in on. This was more of an ‘You are a recognised patron’ than a ‘Hey, it’s Terry!’ sort of thing.

Looking around, you did a quick count, and there were maybe twelve tables in total in the whole place, unless there was a second floor, but you didn’t see any stairs. Even accounting for the fact that most of the tables were filled with five or six people, you still weren’t exactly sure how the place stayed open when it looked like such crap on the outside and didn’t exactly pack in people for the seating.

After a slight jockeying once you were led to your booth of who was sitting where, you ended up sitting on one side of the table while Garrison sat opposite you, and between you was Sabrina on your left and Eric between her and Garrison. The waiter welcomed you to the ‘Au Jus’ and rattled off the specials before retreating to let you look at the menus, though a busboy almost immediately dropped off a basket of bread that smelled so fresh you were pretty sure you were inhaling carbs through its delicious scent.

“So,” Garrison said with a smile. “Your last day, folks. How are you feeling?”

Sabrina took the lead, and while she started mentioning how strange it felt for the summer to be over already, you glanced at the menu. This was obviously a steak house, based on the highly limited options. You also quickly noticed that there weren’t any prices listed.

Which meant it was expensive. That was how the place stayed open.

Eric agreed with Sabrina about it feeling like the summer sped by, and then all three turned to you.

“Honestly, I feel the same way as Sabrina and Eric,” you said. “But I also feel like it’s been a long summer. So much has happened - I mean, multiple lawsuits, the mock trial, helping with everything for your merger trial, everything with Andy, and Joy… I almost feel like going back to school is going to be relaxing compared to interning here in the city.”

Garrison cracked a smile and chuckled, nodding. “Believe me, John,” he said. “This was definitely the most eventful summer for the firm that I can remember, not just for a crew of interns.” He sighed heavily. “I have to say, it feels good to be taking over the program, and you three - along with Gemma - have certainly made it worthwhile even if you are trouble magnets.”

“I promise we weren’t trying to be,” Eric laughed.

“Oh, if I thought that, things would have turned out differently,” Garrison said. “And as thanks for keeping things interesting and waking me up, this lunch is most certainly on the firm. I ran the numbers this morning and your crew, even carrying Andy and the troubles with Joy, have been the most productive interns we’ve had in eight years based on processed files per man hour.”

“Who beat us out eight years ago?” Sabrina asked with a grin.

“A crew of six interns who all worked together the entire summer just as well as you three and Gemma did,” Garrison said. “So replace Andy and Joy with two helpful, intelligent and industrious interns and you could have potentially matched or beaten them.”

“Did any of them end up at the firm?” Eric asked.

Garrison smirked a little. “A couple of them are currently associates on track for Junior Partner,” he said. “A couple ended up in New York and started a boutique talent agency firm together. Another one is in  the DA’s office in Dallas as a prosecutor, I think.” His smirk dropped just a little. “The last one went into working behind the scenes in politics. I think she’s got some wasted potential to do some good since she works for the highest bidder, but she’s making a name for herself out on the West Coast. Always remember, you three, that there are two important elements of work, not just the law, that you should keep in mind. The first is that whatever you do, you need to be sure that at the end of the day, you can set your head down on your pillow and not regret what you’re doing with your life. The second is that whatever you’re doing, you need to be a whole, rounded person to consider it living - you’ll be tempted to hyper-focus, coming out of law school and starting your careers. Be careful and remember to be people, too. Relationships matter. Home life matters. Family matters.”

You saw a regret in his eyes, then, and wondered about the skeletons in his closet. Maybe related to the divorce you’d heard about, and the whole situation that had led to him dropping the internship program from his plate to begin with. You could imagine that it was pretty easy to get wrapped up in interesting work when you were working on important topics or big money cases, letting the things he’d listed fall to the side while telling yourself it was only for now.

The waiter came back around and you all ordered, and then the conversation turned towards plans for the future. Eric had always thought he would try to get into a law school over on the west coast, likely in California, to try out a different sort of place. Now (unsurprisingly to you), he was rethinking that plan - you and Sabrina didn’t bring up Beth, but it was in the back of your mind that if things worked out for Eric on that front, it was entirely possible he could end up right back at the firm in a few years. Which would be a little ironic since he could start working off what he owed Garrison for covering his ass legally that summer.

You and Sabrina mentioned that you were both keeping your options open - even more open than Eric. You were considering US and international schools - the UK and Australia were top locations, but Canada might be an option too. Garrison got a look in his eye when you mentioned Australia as an option, and you once again wondered how much he ‘knew,’ or was guessing, about your relationship with Gemma and Sabrina.

The food was fantastic, and Garrison told you some stories about the history of the place - supposedly it had earned a Michelin star decades ago but the owner and chef had gotten tired of chasing that goal and wanted to focus more on perfecting classic food than keeping up with modern trends of food as literal instead of figurative art. There were stories of gangsters dating back to Prohibition frequenting the place, and supposedly, it had been the occasional site of a mob hit or major fight. But for the most part, it was a hotspot for bankers, lawyers and high-end business deals - and more recently for finance folks with a taste for the classics.

The lunch lasted over an hour and a half, your drinks - sodas for the three of you interns, making Garrison smirk just a little at your caution as he ordered wine last - getting refilled a few times. He told you stories about his own time in law school, about the difficulty but also the excitement for what they were doing. Who they could become.

“Take advantage of every opportunity,” he said. “And not just the ones that sound like you’ll get something out of it. Social events that seem silly or boring can help you make connections you won’t know are important for two decades until they are suddenly very valuable. Impressing a member of faculty you never even have a class with because of your writing in the school paper, or giving a speech in mock debate, or any other number of places they pay attention to because it’s their niche can lead to positive answers to questions down the line. Look, folks, there are too many lawyers in the world right now - our profession has been swamped out and gotten bulky because every university and college knows that because of long-term, limitless loans for education, they can set up a Grad school and charge out the nose. The only reason our profession has any real standard at all anymore is because of the State Bar exams. But hear me now - the upper echelons of our profession, and I don’t just mean the upper echelons like the top of the New York and LA food chains, but all the major cities, aren’t that big of a community. People ask people they know about you; if you have a reputation, what sort of person you are to work with, or come up against. Whether you’re an interesting hire, have potential, or have enough dirt on your shoes to be someone to avoid. Make good impressions on your professors and on your fellow classmates. You never know when sharing a drink over memories of an awful fundraiser dinner on a shitty January night in the middle of a snow storm could help you close a business deal with an old friend, or convince a prosecutor to go a little more leniently on your defendant.”

“Actually, Sir,” Sabrina said. “On that note, we actually wanted to leave you with an impression, too.” She opened her purse and pulled out the first little trophy, grinning warmly. “We got this for you.”

She handed it over and Garrison was already chuckling as he took it, then laughed louder when he read the plaque on the wooden plinth under the gold plastic cup. “#1 Emergency Legal Back-up,” he read. He looked up to say something, but Sabrina was already pulling another one out of her purse and handing it over. This one had a golden plastic burger on top of it instead of a cup. “Best Food Tour Guide,” he read and started laughing again before rolling his eyes as Sabrina pulled a third one out of her purse. He accepted this one, too, which had a race car on top. “Most Valuable Mentor,” he read, a little quieter, smiling but not laughing.

“And there are cards,” Sabrina said, taking out the three envelopes and handing them over.

Mr Garrison took a breath and let it out as a short sigh as he accepted them. “Should I read them here, or do I want the privacy of my office?” he asked.

“You might want some privacy,” you said with a small grin. “Sabrina really went for the throat, trying to get you to tear up.”

“John,” your girlfriend scoffed, giving you a thump on the arm and making you chuckle.

“Thank you, you three,” Garrison said as he tucked the cards into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “Sincerely. This summer has been chaotic and a bit much, but it’s also been very important for me.”

“Us too,” you said.

“Absolutely,” Sabrina added as she rubbed your knee under the table.

“I couldn’t imagine a better internship, Sir,” Eric said. “Thank you.”

Garrison took another breath, smiling and clearing his throat. “You’re welcome, folks. Now, I should see a man about the check.”