OnlyFans Girl Ch 480-484 (Patreon)

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Chapter 455

You were just sitting down as Judge Mathews called the ‘court’ back to order. Eric was shifting through his files, readying his arguments for his new Motion to Dismiss in case things went the way that you all were expecting. Sabrina and Gemma, meanwhile, were preparing for the final witness since they were going to handle the objections on this one. You and Eric had taken all of the ‘fact’ based ones, and the girls had agreed to handle the one that was likely to require the most exacting attention to detail.

“May it please the Court, Your Honour, the Plaintiff calls Mr Davis Polk to the stand.”

Sabrina had the dossier for Davis Polk in front of her, and it was fairly large even though he had almost nothing to do with the actual case. Polk was an ex-employee of your clients and, according to the records, had testified twice before against DeLittle Insurance and seemed to be making his own little cottage business doing it. 

Polk was being played by Edgar Talbot, one of the associates from the firm, and he mounted the stage and took to the witness stand to be sworn in. Thomas, the short and angry member of the opposition, was the one who seemed to be trying to orchestrate their ‘grand narrative’ strategy against the Insurance industry so it made sense that he was the member of the opposition who got things rolling.

Gemma registered three objections to the first three attempts Thomas made to ask Polk a question.

The first was Leading, as Thomas attempted to bulldoze into his narrative with what would have been the softest soft-pitch question ever. The second was Speculation as Thomas tried to pivot to a different opening that would have allowed Polk to talk out of his ass about the ‘intent’ of DeLittle insurance. The third was Relevance as Thomas tried to pivot again, this time asking about Polk’s interaction with the CEO of DeLittle. That one came out of left field - there was nothing about Polk and your client’s CEO interacting in the files.

You quickly scribbled ‘Hidden Info again,’ onto a scrap of paper in front of Gemma and she grimaced and nodded. Sabrina, on her other side this time, was using a sheet of paper with all the common Objections labelled and pens to point to the ones that seemed relevant to help Gemma keep track. Meanwhile, poor Thomas was starting to turn a little red.

“Your Honour, I need to be allowed to ask questions to conduct the business of defending my client,” he complained.

“I agree, Mr Malberry,” Judge Mathews said. “Perhaps you should consider asking questions that fall within the rules of the court - I don’t believe Miss Anderson is interested in giving you any leeway here.”

Thomas grimaced and shot a look at your table, then turned back to the Judge. “Thank you, Your Honour,” he said, and Gemma echoed him.

Thomas rolled back his aggressiveness and started back up with short, introductory questions. He got about four in.

“Objection, your Honour,” Gemma said, standing up. “Relevance.”

“I’m trying to establish relevance, your Honour if I could have a chance please!?” Thomas whined.

“Overruled, but only for the moment,” Judge Mathews ruled.

“Thank you, Your Honour,” both ‘lawyers’ said.

“Mr Polk, as an insurance adjuster, did you ever receive a direct order to circumvent a contract?” Thomas asked.

“No, never a direct order,” Polk answered.

“But you received an indirect one?”

“There was a sort of vibe in the office,” Polk said. “You’d hear things, right?”

“Objection, Your Honour,” Gemma said, standing up again. “Blatant hearsay.”

“Mr Polk,” Judge Mathews said, turning to the witness stand. “Please only answer questions about things you personally witnessed. ‘Vibes’ and whispered rumours from anonymous sources will not be accepted by the court.”

“Yes, Your Honour,” Polk agreed.

The Examination went on, and it didn’t get any prettier. You lost count of the number of objections, and it seemed like Gemma was trying to carry which one she was using so that things didn’t get repetitive. And she ran the gambit - compound question, vague and ambiguous, foundation, improper lay opinion, prejudicial, assumes facts not in evidence.

Every time the Judge ruled in Gemma’s favour, and every time Thomas would get one slight shade more red.

It went on for two hours.

By the time he gave up, Thomas was beet red, sweating and had a vein in his forehead that looked like it was going to burst at any moment. He’d gotten maybe fifteen questions out of hundreds of attempts answered. His entire game plan for his ‘the insurance industry is evil and the court should side against them’ hinged on Davis Polk, and the best he’d gotten on record was his name, the fact that he previously worked at DeLittle Insurance and that Polk had been ‘disgusted’ by his time there.

“I believe that’s lunch,” Judge Mathews said as Thomas went to sit down. “Unless Counsel for the Defence believes they can wrap up their cross-examination in under fifteen minutes?”

“We’ll only need two, your Honour,” Sabrina said confidently.

“Well then, Miss Sodemeyer,” Judge Mathews said. “Please commence.”

Sabrina stood up and went through the handover process with all the proper phrases, then took a breath. “Mr Polk, did you ever receive a memo, email or any form of documentation that DeLittle Insurance was seeking to defraud their customers?”

“Well, no,” ‘Polk’ said. “Not, uh, like that.”

“Did you ever receive any direct instructions from a superior within the company, whether that be a direct supervisor or someone in the C-Suit of the company, to defraud DeLittle Insurance clients?”

“That’s not really how it would work-” he started.

“Do you have any direct evidence, whatsoever, of the libellous claims you make against DeLittle Insurance?”

‘Polk’ sneered, Edgar doing a good job with the acting, and then grimaced. “Nothing that this sham of a court would accept. You’re all on the take from the Insurance agenda, no one listens to me-”

“That will be all, Your Honour,” Sabrina said curtly.

Chapter 481

“Plaintiff rests, Your Honour,” Tucker said. The tall blond cheerleader didn’t look happy about it, and you could understand why. He and Samantha had brought another settlement offer to your team as you’d been eating lunch together - they rejected Sabrina’s previous lowball offer and asked for half of the original policy and legal fees. That was still over a million dollars and might have actually been worth it off the top of the trial, but it was way too late now. You all knew that poor Thomas had run up against a brick wall with his plans, and you were left wondering if the three stronger personalities had all been riding on their individual egos.

“Defence,” Judge Mathews said. “You may call your first witness.”

“Actually, Your Honour,” Eric said, standing up. “At this point in time, we would like to file a motion to Dismiss. May I approach?”

Judge Mathews agreed, and Eric delivered a couple of copies of his new motion to the Plaintiff table before moving to speak with the Judge. After a momentarily whispered squabble at the other table, Samantha followed him. Eric handed over his copy of the motion to the Judge and explained himself, there was a quiet conversation as Samantha argued, and then they were both sent back.

“We’ll have a fifteen-minute recess while I digest the motion,” Judge Mathews said.

Eric came back to the table smirking. “He shut her down,” he whispered as he took his seat.

“Any hints on if he is actually considering it?” Sabrina asked.

“Not really, other than that he accepted it at all,” Eric sighed. Then he nodded back down the table and you all turned to see Tucker approaching us.

“We’ll take your last settlement offer,” he said bluntly.

“Yeah, no,” Gemma shook her head. “That isn’t on the table anymore.”

“You didn’t put a time limit on it,” he argued. “And you didn’t give notice it was rescinded.”

“You rejected it twenty minutes ago and made a counteroffer,” you said. “That ends the offer.”

“Well, make it again and we’ll accept,” Tucker said. “We can get this thing wrapped up now before he tosses your motion and we spend another day and a half on this, racking up legal fees your client will end up paying.”

“My guy,” Sabrina said. “Do you think you have any leverage at this point? You should probably read the motion.”

He got a sour look on his face.

“Wait,” Gemma said. “Are you… are you going to cry?”

“What? No,” he scoffed. “Fuck off.”

“Mr Jackson,” boomed Judge Mathews from the bench. Tucker, getting agitated, had raised his voice a little and had probably been easy to hear. “That sort of language is entirely inappropriate in my court. That will be a $5,000 sanction, which I’ll be happy to allow you to pay to one of the non-profits on my eligible list.”

Tucker’s jaw worked but no sound came out.

“Go sit down, son,” Judge Mathews said, turning off his ‘Judge’ voice but still sounding serious. “You won’t actually be paying the sanction because this is a mock trial, but take it as a warning - don’t tell people to ‘fuck off’ in front of a Judge, especially in their courtroom.”

“Um, yes sir, Your Honour,” Tucker said, then rushed back to the Plaintiff's table where he was met with furious whispers.

“Think we can get one of them to call us a bitch, next?” Gemma said quietly, getting the three of you to cover your mouths as you tried not to chuckle.

The fifteen-minute recess dragged on. The lawyers in the audience, about fifteen in all from both firms, were chatting quietly but you resisted the urge to glance back there. You had to wonder what Garrison thought of putting in another motion to dismiss at this point - would he see it the same as making a powerful settlement claim? Or would he be disappointed that you skated by without actually needing to make yoour own case?

You and the other traded some looks, but mostly stayed quiet after the Tucker incident. You could tell Gemma was feeling confident, and Sabrina was putting up that front too but had some nerves going - she felt like she had even more on the line since she’d been ‘in charge’ of your team. Eric wasn’t hiding his own nerves, his leg bouncing under the table as he tapped agitatedly at his phone in between glancing over at the judge.

Finally, Judge Mathews cleared his throat as he straightened the papers of his copy of the motion, then tapped his gavel to call the court back to order. “Plaintiff’s counsel, I find the Defence’s motion to be quite convincing. Thoughts?”

“Your Honour,” Samantha said, standing up quickly. “This frivolous motion is a waste of time. We have clearly shown that not only were our clients not responsible for the accident that caused a claim on their policy, but they acted as Good Samaritans during the incident in question. Further, our client’s understanding of the outrageously unusual terms of their policy is dubiously supported at best - a failing on the part of the DeLittle Insurance employees and partners. We believe that if anything, you should be making your summary judgement in favour of our clients immediately.”

“An interesting speech, Miss Van Der Groot,” Judge Mathews said. “But it had absolutely nothing to do with the reasoning of the motion at hand. You did read the motion, yes?”

“Um, of course, Your Honour,” Samantha said. She didn’t exactly go pale, but she did look uncomfortable. You could understand why - she’d made the best case she thought she could, cramming in a miniature version of what would have been their closing argument. The problem for them was that Eric had done a great job of shredding the shenanigans and pushing through to the heart of the issue; they had done nothing to counteract the terms of the policy and the fact that their clients had broken them.

“Well, while it certainly cuts our proceedings short, I believe I must rule in favour of the Defense. Motion is carried, and the case is dismissed with prejudice. Congratulations, Counsel, you have completed the scenario.”

You, Gemma, Sabrina and Eric all let out a heavy exhalation as the audience behind you started a light applause.

It was done. You’d won.

Chapter 482

What you wanted to do was get out of there and kiss your girlfriends - all the work and the stress had paid off. The best you could do, however, was give them both hugs and slap Eric on the back because you were still in a professional atmosphere. Garrison and the other lawyers and associates from the firm were there waiting to congratulate you, and the other firm’s lawyers were there too. Not to mention your opponents and Judge Mathews.

And, despite the interesting plans you’d been making with Amanda and Maeve, the reality was that Judge Mathews was the most important person to talk to in the room. His letter of recommendation would probably help a ton if you could convince him to give it. Getting to that point would take some finesse though, and step one was continuing to try and show you and the girls were worthy of it.

After letting out another long breath following your quick, back-slapping hug with Eric you nodded towards the Plaintiff's table and your team nodded and followed you.

“Well fought,” you said, holding out your hand as you approached. It didn’t feel especially right, but it also felt wrong to say that they’d argued their case well because they really hadn’t. You had a small stack of file folders that had been meant to deal with several lines of attack that you and Eric had spotted during the ‘opposition’ part of your planning.

Tucker, looking grim, just nodded and shook your hand, and then the others. Samantha was next in line and she looked more disgusted than grim, and her handshake was weak and limp-wristed.

Thomas just looked at your hand and went back to packing his bag.

“You guys kicked our butts,” Amanda said, maybe a little forcefully so that she rubbed it into the three hotheads of her intern team. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you very much,” you said. Her handshake was firm and decisive, and she made eye contact as she shook your hand.

Maeve was last in line at the table. She hadn’t said a single thing throughout any of the mock trial; hadn’t questioned a witness, made a statement, or lodged an objection. The British goth had, in fact, looked like she’d been doodling on her tablet for most of the last day and a half.

“Congratulations,” she said, standing up and shaking your hand quickly. “If we had approached you prior to the trial with a settlement of one-half the policy, would you have accepted?”

“Uh, possibly,” you said. “If this were a real civil case, probably. The only reason we wouldn’t have would have been because the Lawyers wanted to actually see us do some mock trial.”

She smirked and glanced at Amanda next to her. “Called it,” she said, then turned back to me. “Did you guys have a line of questioning to deal with the-”

“Maeve,” Amanda interrupted. “How about we do that stuff while we’re getting drinks? Thursday night, right?”

“Absolutely,” Sabrina said, next in line and shaking Amanda’s hand. “Looking forward to it. A lot.” She gave a little smirk of her own at that.

“Alright,” Maeve said, then looked right into your eyes intensely. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” you said sincerely.

For some reason, even though Amanda was the one with the extremely generous assets that you wanted to get your mouth and hands-on, it was Maeve that you suspected would be the wild fuck. It might have just been her Asperger’s, but her single-minded intensity gave her a bit of a ‘crazy girl’ vibe that made some unsaid promises.

Garrison was already up and on the stage, talking with Judge Mathews, and he waved you and the others over. He congratulated you with a big, ready smile that told you he was either proud of the showing the four of you had put on, or he’d won a bet. Or both. 

“An excellent showing, Counsel,” Judge Mathews said, shaking each of your hands. “I was reluctant to give you your second motion to dismiss since I wanted to see what you had cooked up for your defence, but it was well argued.”

“That motion was all Eric,” you said, giving your teammate his kudos. “Though our overall strategy was spearheaded by Sabrina.”

“It was a team effort,” Sabrina said humbly.

“A team effort led by you,” Gemma said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving her a side hug.

“Can I ask, Your Honour, the scenario seemed a little stilted to our side,” Sabrina said. “And since you put it together… Was that intentional?”

“Mmm, a fair question,” Judge Mathews said. “Let me ask you this - if it were intended to be stilted, what sort of lesson would that teach collegiate-level mock trial participants?”

“Life’s not fair?” Eric guessed.

Judge Mathews laughed and shook his head. “That is a good lesson to keep in mind, but no. It’s intended as a lesson in proactive assessment. This is an advanced Mock Trial scenario, filled with hundreds of data points to try and assess and track. The real lesson is about focus - a good lawyer tries to win. A great lawyer can keep their win condition in the forefront of their mind at all times. You four didn’t let your defence get swayed off course, and you identified the pitfalls of where you could have burned time fighting battles that didn’t matter.”

“So it was the opposition's job to try and distract us?” Gemma asked.

“No,” Judge Mathews said and a gentle shake of his head. “They needed to contend with the same lesson. An issue I found in all my years of adjudicating mock trials was that prospective lawyers viewed them as games, which meant that they focused more on the fun of the fight and winning battles and it sets an unrealistic precedent that can burn them when they have passed the bar - the vast majority of lawsuits settle. The best showing I’ve ever seen in this scenario was a Plaintiff team who were able to create reasonable suspicion of the legality of the policy, giving themselves a small amount of leverage right off the top, and then pushed for a settlement.

“Now, I believe there are a handful of other folks who are waiting for my attention,” Judge Mathews continued. “Congratulations again, it was a pleasure seeing you all put your obvious hard work to use. I assume you’re all applying to Law School?”

You all nodded in agreement.

“Well then,” he said. “I’ll be forwarding on letters of recommendation for you to Terry, then. You’ve all performed with the skill of proper law students, and you deserve to achieve those goals.”

Chapter 483

Garrison excused you for the rest of the afternoon as a secondary congratulations - your real prize was definitely the letters of recommendation. The other associates and junior partners from the firm who were in attendance, along with a few from the other firm, were all congratulating you as well on your way out. Riding the high of your win, you, the girls and Eric all headed to the campus pub at the nearby university around 2PM.

You each had a couple of drinks, replaying the events of the last day and a half. It felt like you were a sports team after a big game, but instead of big hits or scoring points, you were talking about shooting down the witness testimonies, and Gemma’s opening statement that could have ended the whole case right there. The looks on Sam, Tucker and Thomas’s faces were all big on the chopping block as well.

Then, nicely buzzed in the mid-afternoon, Eric decided to call Andy.

None of you had heard from him in a while - you, Gemma and Sabrina hadn’t talked to him since the morning you found out he’d been fired, and Eric had only texted him a couple times.

The video call rang a few times before picking up.

“Hello?” Andy asked, and after a moment the video buffered in and you were all very confused.

Andy looked… spiffy.

His hair was cut and neatly combed, his scruff was completely gone, and he was wearing a freshly pressed suit.

“Andy?” Eric asked.

“Oh, hey you guys,” he replied. “What’s up? I can only talk for a minute.”

The background was some sort of beige wall, giving you no extra hints.

“Hey, dude,” you said. “We were just having a drink and thinking about you. How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he said. “My feet hurt a bit from all the walking I do now, but it’s all good. What’s up with you guys, shouldn’t you still be at work?”

“We got the afternoon off after we won a mock trial,” Gemma said. “Andy, where are you?”

“Oh, I’m at work,” he said.

“At work where?” Sabrina asked. “Doing what?”

He winced a little and sighed. “I’m working in the mailroom at my Grandma’s company. When I got booted out of our internship she kind of read me the riot act, put me in rehab for a couple weeks, and threatened that I’d be disinherited if I didn’t clean my shit up. I have to come in to work with her every morning, work all day, and then go home with her at the end of the day. And I’m not allowed out at night; the staff won’t let me.”

“The… staff,” you said.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “James the security guy is OK, but he won’t sneak me in any weed. Arthur the Butler is a real dick though.”

“Your Grandma has a butler?” Eric asked. “Jesus, dude.”

“It’s not like it’s that weird,” he said.

“No, Andy,” Gemma said. “It’s rare. Very, very rare.”

“Ugh,” Andy sighed, looking at what seemed to be a very expensive watch on his wrist. “I gotta go.”

“What happened with your girlfriend?” you asked. “The one who worked on a pot farm or something?”

“Oh, Grandma paid her off not to ever contact me again,” Andy frowned. “I thought we liked each other more than that, but I guess I was wrong. Still, though, not getting disinherited or whatever is probably worth all this crap. I miss working with you guys though, it was fun.”

“We miss you too, buddy,” Eric said.

“Alright, I gotta jet. See you!” Andy said.

You all echoed your goodbyes and ended the call.

“Holy shit,” you said as Eric put the phone down.

“Andy has a butler?” Gemma said, shaking her head.

“He cleans up good, too,” Sabrina said. “Like… he looked like an actual business person, not…”

“A slacker bum?” Gemma smirked a little.

“You really didn’t know he was that well off?” you asked Eric.

“Are you kidding me?” Eric retorted. “If I’d known that I would have been hitting him up to go out clubbing, or fly down to Miami with me and stuff. Dude looks like he’s fucking loaded.”

The conversation shifted slowly from Andy to talking about your own backgrounds. You already knew Gemma and Sabrina’s stories - Gemma had grown up in Adelaide with a big, Catholic family that loved each other but was a little traditional. Sabrina had her two sisters and both her parents and had grown up solidly in the middle class in suburbia, which wasn’t too different from yourself. Eric came from upper-middle class, or maybe lower-upper; he was an only child (big surprise there) and had been ‘the man’ in high school. At least according to him.

Eventually, the four of you had drank yourselves tipsy. Eric thought it would be a great idea for you to all go out on the town that night, but you thankfully had the presence of mind to remember that it was a Tuesday, and you had work in the morning, so you begged off. He grabbed an Uber back to his place to ‘pregame,’ and you had a feeling he’d eat dinner and wouldn’t make it out the door. You, Gemma and Sabrina took the walk to your place, Gemma holding your hand on one side and Sabrina looping her arm around yours with the other, all three of you grinning the entire way.

Once you were inside the apartment, having performed the Knocking Ritual and finding that Mosche wasn’t home, you made sure all three of you had big glasses of water. Then you ordered Chinese food from the place down the block, hoping that it wouldn’t be Iris delivering it, while Gemma and Sabrina headed back to your room to get comfortable.

“John,” Gemma called to you in a singsong voice from that direction. You’d poured yourself another water in the kitchen, wanting to make sure you were hydrated for what was to come. She hummed a chuckle when you looked over at her and your jaw dropped a bit. She was standing in the little hallway leading to your room in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Her hair was down, the silvery blonde cascading around her shoulders. Her tits were on full display, hanging plump and wonderful. Her stomach, soft and smooth, was bare and her bellybutton looked cute as hell. She was smiling, leaning against the corner of the wall.

“Yes, my amazing, stupendous, erudite girlfriend?” you asked.

“Ooh, erudite. I like that,” she grinned. “Now, are you going to come fuck our butts or not?”

“Our?” you asked in surprise.

Gemma scrunched up her nose as she smirked. “Sabrina was a bad girl and wore a buttplug all yesterday and today during the trial. She’s horny as hell and wants you to do her first, the greedy slut.”

“Are you guys talking about me?” Sabrina called from back in the bedroom.

Both you and Gemma broke out laughing, and you went and took your Australian girlfriend in your arms and kissed her tenderly. “Lead the way,” you said.

“Gladly,” she grinned back and took your hand, pulling you to the bedroom.

Chapter 484

“I’m surprised you didn’t save all that until tomorrow,” you panted slowly.

You were covered in sweat, your chest rising and falling like an old-fashioned bellows. Sabrina was face down on the bed, a pillow propping up her hips. Her butt cheeks were a bright, angry red except for where a blooming hickey had already turned a darker purple. Gemma was lying across the head of the bed above Sabrina, on her side as she slowly stroked Sabrina’s hair. They were both covered in sweat as well, though Sabrina likely also had Gemma’s taste all over her from earlier.

“Didn’t- want- get- distracted-” Sabrina panted.

“You took it so well, baby,” Gemma cooed softly with a little smirk on her lips. “And you came so much.”

“I might need to buy a whole new mattress before I leave,” you said and then chuckled. Sabrina had squirted… a lot. The combination of plundering her tight little butt, mauling her ass cheeks with your hands, and Gemma choking her had pushed the brunette into overdrive. Gemma had gotten hers as well, having demanded some time for her own ass in the midst of things.

It might not have been the most frantic, sweaty, tiring threesome you’d ever had, but it was close.

“M’feel good,” Sabrina muttered, wiggling her butt a little in the air.

“You little kink,” Gemma laughed.

It took the three of you another ten minutes before you got up. The Chinese food was waiting on the table out in the main area of the apartment for you, Gemma having answered the door mid-sex session by throwing on your housecoat and wiping her mouth. It could wait a little longer, however, as the three of you crammed into the shower and scrubbed each other clean - and despite everything you’d just done with them, you still delighted in the little things. Palming their tits with a soapy hand, or caressing their hips. Meeting them in a little kiss, or seeing them kiss each other. Drying off was much the same, and after you scouted to make sure Mosche still hadn’t come home yet, the three of you ran back to your room to get dressed. Gemma put her sweatpants back on along with one of your T-shirts, gloriously braless underneath, while Sabrina put on a pair of her cotton shorts she’d left at your place at some point along with a tank top of Gemma’s. It was big on her, leaving a risk of a nip slip, but neither you nor Gemma would have minded.

You reheated the Chinese food, leaving out leftovers for Mosche, while the girls stripped your sheets and Febreezed the room to try and help get rid of the sex smell, before you all crashed on the couch in the living area.

“M’kay,” Sabrina said around her first big bite of lo mein. “I want to circle back on our conversation from earlier.”

“Which one?” you asked.

“About ‘working’ with other people,” she said and then focused on Gemma. “It’s a boundary adjustment to what we’d talked about, so I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“That makes sense,” Gemma said, then rolled her neck until it let out a pop and sighed. “OK, so the last time we settled things, on the Relationship front we decided that we were OKing specific women to bring into our bed. Becks and Tasha are open to be played with, Becca when the time is right, and we followed ‘the code’ or whatever for setting up something with Amanda and Maeve for later this week. We don’t need to change anything there. I just know that, if you guys are going to keep making content for the OnlyFans page while I’m back home, you can’t just do stuff with Becks every couple of months when you visit her or she visits you. And I can’t exactly meet and OK someone else while I’m halfway across the world.”

“OK, but we don’t have to work with other people if you’re not comfortable with that,” Sabrina said quickly.

“Not if you want to maximise revenue through the year,” Gemma said. “I mean, you’re going to have to stop eventually, right? Either sometime in law school or right after because we’ll get too busy doing our actual life stuff. But if the legitimate goal is to try and pay for all of us to go to law school, and fund our living, and maybe have a nice vacation and all the other stuff- Well, it doesn’t make sense from a business perspective for me to put a barrier up.”

“Actually,” you said. “It does. Because the business is only important if you’re OK with it.”

“I would delete the account today if you wanted me to,” Sabrina said earnestly, reaching over and taking Gemma’s hand as she looked at her with big eyes.

“I’m not asking for that,” Gemma shook her head. She sighed. “It’s- Sometimes it doesn’t feel real to me still, but I’ve wrapped my head around it and thought about it and I’m not bothered by it. Especially because John is helping, and you guys are taking more precautions. As long as you two are still being careful, I’m OK with you working with other girls who you know are going to respect your privacy. Both of you. And if that starts with FitNelli, then it starts with her. Or someone else. I’m OK with it.”

“You’re sure?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

“OK,” Sabrina said. “Then that’s the adjustment. I need to make sure anyone new we potentially work with is super professional - I’ll gather references and everything. And have NDA contracts done up too. And on the relationship side, we still need to talk about someone hopping into bed with us.”

“Other than Becks or Tasha,” Gemma said. “Seriously, if they want to come visit you guys when you're back in school, I’m fine with that.”

“What about you?” Sabrina asked. “When you’re back home, do you want the ability to maybe hook up with a girl?”

Gemma shook her head with a laugh. “No, definitely not,” she said. “I went my whole life before this summer not being interested in girls at all. I can last eight months.”

Sabrina scoffed. “Guess I’m just not tasty enough to get you addicted to pussy.”

You snorted, and Gemma grabbed Sabrina’s face and gave her a kiss. “I’m addicted to your pussy, baby,” she said.

“Thank you,” Sabrina grinned. “So… we’ve got a fivesome tomorrow.”

“And one the next day,” Gemma pointed out.

“A reasonable person would say we should probably call it for the night,” you said.

The girls looked at each other and slowly started to grin.

You groaned and then started to laugh. It was going to be a long night.