OnlyFans Girl: Chapter 159-172 (Double Release!) (Patreon)

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Chapter 159

If you had spent a little over half an hour loving on Sabrina’s pussy with your mouth and fingers, Sabrina seemed determined to give you the same and more. She had you lay down on the bed with just your shoulders and chest up on the pillows and started undressing you. Your shirt was already open but you hadn’t taken off the rest of your clothes and she seemed to enjoy her unwrapping as much as you had with her - not that she was totally unwrapped since she was still actually wearing the dress. While you’d been eating her out it had been pushed up past her waist, but as she moved around and tugged off your clothes it fell back down, concealing her again.

Once you were naked, Sabrina got down on her hands and knees between your legs and crawled up your body to kiss you soft and sweet, then a little more insistently with tongue. And then she stole your move and started kissing down your body, trailing her lips down your neck and across your chest, even going so far as licking and sucking your nipples as she looked up at you with a spark in her eye and a giggle. Then she went lower, kissing down to your pelvis until she reached your erect cock.

She kissed the side of the shaft with just a peck, looking up and grinning as your gazes were locked. “You know you have the best cock, right?” she asked.

“That’s all I am to you, aren’t I?” You joked. “Just a piece of meat for you to devour.”

“Don’t,” she said, shaking her head. “Don’t even make jokes like that, OK?” She crawled back up your body and pressed herself to your side so that you were nose to nose. “I want to make a promise between the two of us.”

“Anything,” you said, meaning it.

“It’s something my Aunt and Uncle did when they got married,” Sabrina said. “They promised to never, ever joke about getting a divorce. It just wasn’t allowed in their relationship thesaurus. I want to make a similar promise with you. I don’t want us to ever joke about breaking up, I don’t want us to ever joke about hating each other, and the only time I want you to call me a bitch is in the bedroom.”

You listened to her and when she was done you nodded and hugged her to you. “I promise,” you said quietly and kissed her on the cheek.

“I promise, too,” she whispered. Then she pulled back. “Is there anything you don’t want me to say or joke about?”

“I think you covered it for now,” you said.

“But you need to tell me if that changes,” Sabrina said with a serious expression.

“I will,” you said and kissed her on the cheek again. “I do want to point out that the meat joke wasn’t the things we just promised though.”

“I know,” she said. “I’d just already been thinking about my Aunt and Uncle earlier, and you joking about why I loved you made me think of it. Because I do love you for your cock, but not even close to just for your cock, or the sex. You know that right?”

“Of course I do,” you said, rubbing her back. “Sabrina, you know I love you for way more than the sex, right?”

She smiled softly and then giggled. “Honestly, sometimes it’s hard to tell since we do it so often.”

“Do you want to take a break?” you asked. “From sex, not from each other. So we can spend more other-time together.”

“Yes,” Sabrina said, “But God, no. I don’t want to stop any of this, I just want more.”

“I do too,” you said, holding her.

You held each other for a long moment, then Sabrina snaked her hand down your abdomen to take hold of your cock again, squeezing you lightly. “Now I really am going to worship your cock, baby. But it’s not just about your cock. It’s about you, OK?”

You kissed her softly, and she smiled and slithered back down your body and started by kissing you at the root.

An hour is a lot of blowjob, but somehow Sabrina made it feel like an instant and an eternity at the  same time. She made love to your cock with her mouth and hands, giving and giving. About halfway through your popped for the first time, your toes clenching as Sabrina accepted your load into her mouth and swallowed it down only to quickly deepthroat your cock when you were done, gurgling and sucking and tonguing all at once. There wasn’t even a chance for you to start getting soft.

She kept you hard and went right back to loving on your again. By the time she was done her makeup was cloudy around her eyes and her lipstick was practically nonexistent - it was like you’d facefucked her roughly, but instead it had happened slow and methodical.

Sabrina gasped as she finally released your cock from her mouth and sat up, breathing deeply and smiling messily at you. “Love you, baby,” she said.

You got up onto your knees and pulled her to you, kissing her hard and then lowering her down onto her back on the bed, kissing her all the way down. “I love you too,” you said. You lowered the dress off her shoulders, then slid it down her body and off so that she was as naked as you were, and climbed between her legs.

The two of you did say a word, your eyes doing the talking for you as she spread her legs and lifted one up to your shoulder. You got in position and rubbed the head of your cock across her clit and then down into place and easily slid into her. She gasped a little, you moaned softly. She reached for you, and you lowered yourself to kiss her again as you slid into her fully, feeling her body accepting you.

“I’m glad we did it this way,” Sabrina said as you slowly started to thrust in and out. “It’s like a decadent cake on my birthday.”

You chuckled softly. “You know, for most people hard and kinky is the once-in-a-while treat.”

She grinned and kissed you again. “That’s just because other couples don’t listen to each other properly. But you do, and I do. And Gemma does.”

You made love to Sabrina. And then you did it again a little while later with her on top. And you fell asleep like that, still inside of her.

Chapter 160

“John, wake up!” Sabrina said, shaking you awake.

“Mmh, wha-?” you groaned, and then you realized you felt kind of cold and as you blinked your eyes awake you saw a naked Sabrina rushing around the room.

“We’re going to be late for work,” Sabrina said.

“Ah, fuck,” you grunted and rolled to the side of the bed. Glancing at the clock, you did the quick math in your head and realized that not only was there no time to rush back to your place to get a change of clothes, but there also wasn’t even time to hop in the shower.

The two of you got out the door, you dressed in your date clothes from the night before and Sabrina at least in a fresh set of work clothes, but her makeup looking a little more… trashy wasn’t the right word, but she was definitely not her usual clean self. She hadn’t had time to completely clean her face, so her eyes still had a bit of that smokiness around them.

The only reason the two of you didn’t stink of sex was thanks to a wet washcloth and a spritz of her most gender-neutral perfume.

In the back of the Uber, which was the only way the two of you were going to get to work close to on time, Sabrina glanced over at you and smiled and reached down and took your hand. “Thanks,” she said.

“For what?” you asked.

“Everything,” she grinned, resting her head against the window and looking over at you.

“You two make a cute couple,” the Uber driver, a lady whose ears were festooned with piercings, said from the front seat.

“Thank you,” you said. “I like to think so, too.”

“How did you two meet?” she asked, glancing back at us in the rearview mirror. “I love meet-cute stories, so please don’t tell me you met on an app.”

“Oh, definitely not an app,” Sabrina grinned. “See, we’re both working at the same internship, but we’ve been going to college together for three years now…”

Sabrina told most of the story, omitting the OnlyFans connection but not that she had encouraged your other co-worker to also pursue a relationship with me.

“God damn, here I thought I was getting a Hallmark Movie and instead I got Skinimax,” the driver laughed. “So, what? Are the three of you in a poly relationship, or is this a two-on-one sister wives kind of thing?”

“Oh, definitely sister-wives,” Sabrina laughed, rubbing your leg. “I love her, but I’m not in love with her, if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t, but I think I get it,” the woman said. “What about you, handsome?”

“Oh, I’m definitely in love with them both,” you said. “But I can’t speak for what they feel for each other. It’s still new, and pretty wild, all things considered. Kissing two gorgeous women in front of the other is honestly the weirdest part and not the sex. Like, a threesome is awesome but it’s kind of this contained thing, but casually kissing my girlfriends hello? That makes it feel a lot more real.”

Sabrina grinned and leaned over, kissing me.

“So what happens at the end of your internship?” the driver asked as she made a hard left on a yellow light, pulling us into downtown. “You said you two go to college together, but I’m guessing this other chick doesn’t.”

“We don’t know yet,” Sabrina said. “It’s something we need to talk about.”

“I plan on being with them both as long as they’ll have me,” you said. “And working to make that a reality.”

“Really?” Sabrina asked. “I mean, I know we’ve talked about Gemma a bit, but…”

“It’s been on my mind a lot,” you admitted. “And it’s a conversation she and I need to have, and then all three of us. It just feels really early to be having a ‘what does the future look like’ talk.’”

Sabrina grabbed your hand and squeezed it hard. “You can make it work.”

“Fuck,” the driver laughed. “Do you two want to try and be a little less romantic feel-good comedy or what?”

“Sorry,” Sabrina said with a quick laugh. “We’re young and in love.”

“Well, we’re at your destination,” the driver said. “You two can go off and live your Suits life.”

“Thanks for the ride,” Sabrina said, stepping out of her side of the car since she was next to the curb.

You went to follow her, but the driver cleared her throat so you stopped and looked to her. “Try not to fuck it up, Prince Charming,” the woman smirked at you.

“Trying my best every day,” you said.

She winked and laughed, and you exited the car shaking your head with a smile. The woman was driving away practically before you shut the door fully, and Sabrina was busy giving her a rating on her phone.

“She was nice,” Sabrina said. “And helped me get a look into that noggin of yours.”

“How’s that?” you asked.

“That you’re serious about making things work with Gemma,” she said. “I knew you were, but now you’ve really said it.”

“Is that OK with you?” you asked. “Part of me has been worried that you were OK with this because the three of us is temporary. Or that maybe she feels that way.”

“Well, I can’t talk for her, but I don’t think love should be intended to be temporary,” Sabrina said. “And I know what you and her are feeling isn’t temporary. If it was I would’ve been a lot more frustrated that you were using the L-word.”

“Lesbians?” you joked.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Lesbians.”

You pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Sabrina.”

“Love you too, baby,” she said, hugging you back before stepping away and straightening out her clothes before brushing a hand over your stomach to flatten a wrinkle in your shirt. “OK. Last day of the week. Think we can survive it before we get an entire weekend to the three of us?”

Chapter 161

You were late, but not late enough that anyone noticed other than Gemma who immediately noted that you weren’t wearing one of your usual work outfits. She raised an eyebrow and smirked at the two of you, and a few minutes later she and Sabrina stepped out of the intern conference room and came back fifteen minutes later - Sabrina’s makeup was clean and fresh.

Nothing out of the norm, or at least the new norm, happened that morning. Joy came in late, as usual. Joy was a simmering pot of bitchiness, as usual. And Joy left early for lunch, as usual.

The rest of you ended up all grabbing lunches from the bodega and eating up in the office, so you didn’t get a good chance to chat with Gemma beyond the usual work jokes and teases. That actually made things feel lighter though - most of the morning you’d been thinking about the conversation with the Uber driver, and how you needed to have some heavier conversations with Gemma.

Despite the quiet morning and lunch, things started picking up in the afternoon when Garrisson stopped by right at 1 pm and summoned Sabrina to his office.

She wasn’t back by the time Joy did, and after ten minutes of Joy futzing around with her ‘obsolete piece of shit’ laptop she seemed to finally notice that Sabrina was missing. “Where’s Twiggy?” she asked, gesturing at Sabrina’s usual seat.

“In a meeting,” you said without looking up from your work. “And her name is Sabrina.”

“Ugh. What do you mean, in a meeting?” Joy asked. “What possible reason does she have to be in a meeting?”

“We didn’t ask,” Gemma said, staring down the length of the conference table at her.

“Well, she better be able to explain herself,” Joy muttered. She pounded a finger on her laptop keyboard a few times, then closed it. “John, there’s a cleanup job in the basement my mother just emailed me about. We need to go take care of it.”

“I’ll go with him,” Gemma said, standing up.

“No, you won’t,” Joy said. “There are sensitive documents, so I’m supposed to take care of them.”

“Then why is John going?” Eric asked. “And why not me, or Andy? John always gets to do these other jobs. I could use a break from document scanning.”

“Because I said so,” Joy sneered at him. “Come on, John.”

“One second,” you said, typing quickly on your laptop as if you were finishing something off. You weren’t actually on any screen and just used it as a reason to let Joy finish at her seat and grab her purse and start towards the door. That gave you the time to pull out your phone and turn on the recording app without her being able to see it.

You stood and went around the table, Gemma touching her fingers to yours for a split second as you moved past her. Enough to try and reassure you, but not give you away to the others. You followed Joy out of the conference room and towards the elevators.

“So, which room are we cleaning?” you asked her.

“It’s down in the basement,” she said. “One of the storage rooms.”

“Yeah, but which one?” you asked again.

“I’ll show you,” she said, pursing her lips disapprovingly. The problem was that you couldn’t tell if she was doing it because she thought you should have been eager to do what you thought she had planned, or if this really was a job sent to her by her mother and she just didn’t like being questioned.

Once you were in the elevator, you cleared your throat and shuffled your feet and didn’t really want to even get down to the basement alone with her. “So, Joy,” you said. “About the last time we, ah, talked…”

“Not here,” she said.

That… wasn’t what you expected. Wait- You glanced up at the ceiling of the elevator but there wasn’t an obvious security camera. What if there was one, though? Hidden behind a grill or in a light or something. Fuck, what if people checked it and saw you openly kissing both Gemma and Sabrina? Did a security guard review the footage? Was there one actively watching?

In the short time it took to reach the basement, you had started to sweat bullets. Not only were you in a rough position now, but you’d accidentally done that to yourself and the girls before, too.

Why couldn’t you just follow the rules? No PDA at work!

“Come on,” Joy said, motioning for you to follow her into the winding corridors of the basement. She seemed to wander for a moment, but then stopped us at a door and pulled out a key, opening it up. Inside was a storage room not unlike the one that you had helped clean up before, down to the tables and chairs and racks of bankers' boxes full of old files.

And, surprisingly, it was a mess.

“You start in the stacks and make sure you grab any garbage, and bring me any boxes that look like they are out of place,” Joy said. “I need to start on the documents. Just try not to read anything, OK?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, a little surprised she wasn’t trying to succubus you. The job was real. “Sure.”

You went into the stacks of files and ended up coming out with an armload of garbage. Someone had spent a significant amount of time down in the room working. Then you came out again with a trio of filing boxes that had been displaced. “Are these of use to you?” you asked her.

“Let me see,” she said, and quickly read the labels as you held them up. “Yeah, put that one here on the desk and that bottom one on the couch, then try to find where that last one is supposed to go back. Please.”

“Sure,” you said.

Joy said ‘please.’

She was being… pleasant?

You did as she asked, and it took you a couple of minutes to find the right spot for the box since she’d already had four more around her at the work tables. Once you did and slid it home you returned to her. “What’s next?” you asked.

“Do another quick check for garbage and then empty it out and bring it to one of the drops in the hall,” she said, not looking up from the page she was reading to try and re-file it properly. “I should be able to give you some files to alphabetize after that.”

You nodded and went to it, finding a last couple of wrappers in the stacks and behind the couch before tying up the garbage bag and replacing it with a new one, then walking it out to one of the big grey rolling bins in the corridor. You weren’t really sure what to expect at this point, and before going back in you took out your phone and checked that it was still recording before putting it back in your pocket.

Alright, you thought to yourself. Let's see if anything happens.

You went back into the room and Joy pointed to a stack of files. “Start alphabetizing those,” she said. “Just don’t look inside them, alright?”

“OK,” you said. “Uh… what about that… conversation?”

She glanced up at you with a raised eyebrow. “We have work to do, John. We can talk some other time.”

“OK,” you said, and started working.

What the fuck?

Chapter 162

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “She didn’t do anything. Didn’t even want to talk about it.”

“Maybe she knows,” Gemma muttered. “I mean, recording her isn’t the most original plan, right?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But then, if just the threat of it keeps her at bay, we’re in a stalemate. We can’t get evidence, but she can’t do anything.”

“Anything to you,” Gemma said. “That doesn’t help the rest of us.”

You and Gemma were down the hall from the conference room in the little staff kitchen for the floor. She was slowly making a new pot of coffee and you were filling up your water bottle.

“We’ve got Garrisson on our side for real now,” you said. “So she’s got a short leash on whatever crap she can pull on you two.”

“That doesn’t help Eric,” Gemma said.

You frowned. “I know.”

You and the girls had come to a collective decision that while Andy was a nice enough kid, he was already shit at this job anyways. Whatever connection he had that had gotten him his internship to begin with, that was going to have to be enough. Eric, on the other hand, wasn’t as connected. And while douchey, he’d also helped you and Gemma out without asking questions when you needed it.

Loyalty had to go both ways.

“OK,” you said. “So maybe we need to dig harder if she can’t come at me directly right now.”

“We could see if we can find something out about her mother,” Gemma pointed out. “That’s her entire power base.”

“You want to take on a full-on Partner for the firm?” you asked.

“I mean, if there’s a vulnerability to leverage,” Gemma shrugged.

“Gem, I love you, but this isn’t our home,” you said. “We’re done here in two months no matter what. Waging a war on a Partner sounds like something out of a legal drama.”

“Maybe it’s a little overboard,” she smirked. “But if we do find something…”

“OK, yeah. If it falls in our lap, we’ll obviously use it,” you said. “But can we at least consider that the nuclear option?”

Gemma nodded, finished loading the grinds into the coffee maker and turned it on. “You know,” she said, turning and leaning back against the counter. “It’s less than two hours to the end of the day. Are you ready for our big night?”

“How big are we talking?” you asked. “You two are in charge.”

“Big enough,” she teased you. “Go home at the end of the day and pack an overnight bag, OK? But not a lot of clothes, remember we’re going shopping for you tomorrow.”

“OK,” you said. “Where am I meeting you two?”

“I’ll text you,” she said with a grin. “Gotta keep you in suspense.:

You rolled your eyes. “Did Sabrina tell you what she was doing with Garrisson?”

“Mentor meeting,” Gemma said. “Just an informal get-to-know-you interview kind of thing. She said he wants to meet with me on Monday. Didn’t mention about you.”

“I think we already did that,” you said. “Sort of.”

“Well, we both need to thank you again,” Gemma said, peeking out the kitchen down the hall and then coming back and pressing close to you, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. “I’m excited to do that.”

“I’m excited too,” you grinned.

Two hours, unfortunately, is a long time.

It started with Joy getting summoned out of the conference room. Not totally weird, but the look on her face wasn’t exactly the usual aggressive snide expression of haughtiness she usually carried. She came back five minutes later with a smirk on her lips and a glint in her eye.

“Listen up,” she said, strutting back over to her spot at one end of the table. “As the lead intern, I’ve been tasked with giving you all performance reviews. So for the rest of the day you all need to stay in here and I’ll be calling you over to an office to conduct your reviews. That means no extra meetings, no mini water breaks to go bullshit in the kitchen, and no going home sick.” Joy glared over at Andy on the last one. “Eric, you’re up first. Come find me in the empty office three doors down in five minutes.”

She grabbed her laptop and left, that smirk still on her face.

“She’s joking, right?” Eric asked.

“I don’t think so,” you said.

“I don’t know whether to laugh, or be mad,” Gemma said. “I mean, seriously. There’s no way she can actually be doing performance reviews for us. Especially alone.”

“I’ll just go talk to Garrisson,” you sighed and started to stand.

“Actually, I think we should let her do them,” Sabrina said. You all looked at her like she’d grown a second head. “No, wait. Hear me out,” she continued. “There’s no way that any review she does will be seen as legitimate as long as we don’t just accept them, right? So let’s let her dig her own grave. Find out what kind of crap she’s going to throw at us, and then we go talk to Garrisson. It’s not like she can make the reviews formal and put them into our files or anything by herself.”

“That’s actually a great idea,” Gemma said, starting to grin. “Sabrina’s right. Try and remember everything she accuses you of, don’t agree with anything she says, and don’t sign anything.”

You all agreed, and at five minutes after Joy left Eric went to meet her.

Ten minutes after that the shouting started.

Chapter 163

You looked at Gemma. Gemma looked at Sabrina. Sabrina looked at Andy, then looked back at you since Andy was currently nodding off and didn’t even hear the shouting.

“Should we…?” Gemma asked.

“What is going on!?” you all heard coming from the hallway. It was Jack Baskin, one of the firm Associates who had an office near the conference rooms. “I’m on a call!”

The three of you didn’t hear a reply, but you did hear Jack muttering to himself as he went back to his office. A minute later Eric walked back into the conference room looking a little red in the face and taking deep breaths.

“You OK, bud?” you asked him.

“She got really angry that I wouldn’t sign her review sheet,” he said.

“What did she try and say?” Sabrina asked.

“Other than accusing me of sexual harassment?” Eric started. “She said I do shit work, spend half my time on my phone which is wage theft, and based on the quality of my work she thinks I won’t even graduate from my undergrad.”

“I mean, most of that is pure bullshit,” Gemma said. “Though you do spend a lot of time on your phone.”

Eric started to reply, then stopped as his phone bingled and he looked down at it and then blushed. “Look, juggling dating apps looking for The One takes a lot of effort, OK?”

You smirked a little. “It’s fine, Eric. You get your work done.”

“You could try looking for someone not on an App or at a bar or club, though,” Sabrina offered.

“Shit,” Gemma sighed. “I’ve been summoned.”

“Good luck,” you said with a soft smile.

“Don’t need it,” she replied confidently. “But thanks.”

Gemma left, and Eric continued to conversation. “Where the hell am I supposed to meet hot chicks other than on apps or at bars?”

“Well, you screwed up with me and Gemma right here at work,” Sabrina said. “Try joining a social club or something for the next couple of months. Like a hiking club or something. Or volunteer somewhere.”

“Or,” Eric countered. “After my podcast appearances next week I could be swimming in DMs. I think I should just take my chances for now.”

“Whatever works for you,” you chuckled.

Gemma was gone for about fifteen minutes before coming back. She had a frustrated look on her face, but there hadn’t been any shouting. “Apparently,” she said as she dropped into her chair. “I dress like a frumpy cow, I need to learn not to talk back to my superiors, and my productivity suffers because I’m too busy flirting with my co-workers even though it isn’t working. She said, ‘This is a place of business, not a dating app.’”

“Now that’s funny and a little ironic,” you smirked.

“I think you dress perfectly, by the way,” Sabrina added.

“Thanks,” Gemma said.

You wanted to reach over and give her hand a squeeze. Or, really, you wanted to kiss her and tell her how absolutely gorgeous she was, and how her business attire made her look professional and confident. Instead you settled with quickly texting her a heart emoji, and when she saw it she looked over at your and beamed a smile your way.

“Looks like I’m next,” Sabrina said, standing up after receiving her own summons over the Slack chat. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, come help me hide the body.”

That got the three of us that weren’t asleep laughing lightly to relieve the stress.

Sabrina was out for about seventeen minutes, enough that you were starting to check the clock and wonder if you would actually need to go check on things and possibly help Sabrina get away with murder. She came back clenching her jaw and walking with her posture ramrod straight, and she sat down in her chair softly perched on the edge.

“Sabrina?”  you asked her.

She held up a finger and took a long, deep breath. She licked her lips lightly, breathed again, and then nodded to herself. “Apparently Joy thinks that I need to learn what work-appropriate attire is because everything I wear is too tight and revealing even though I have a boyish figure, and I need to smile more often because I give off an unpleasant air that makes people uncomfortable. I also need to figure out how to speed up my workflow because apparently this is a real business that can’t act like colleges and give special considerations for people who are falling behind.”

You stood up, intending to stop this now, by Sabrina shook her head as she looked over to you. “Just go with the plan, John,” she said.

It took you a moment to nod, sitting down by sighing angrily.

Joy strutted into the room five minutes later, glaring as she saw Andy with his chin to his chest sitting perfectly still in his seat. It was late in the afternoon and the conference room was warm as hell - even with the stress, you were feeling your own eyes drooping a little. You didn’t even feel any sort of way about Andy being asleep instead of working it had become so commonplace.

“Hey,” Joy said, snapping loudly as she stalked up to him. He blinked awake and looked around with a confused expression. “Jerkoff, come on. It’s your review time.”

Andy got up, still looking like he wasn’t sure where he was, and followed her out. We all hoped he remembered not to sign her bullshit review.

He came back not three minutes later, frowning.

“What happened?” Eric asked.

“She said I failed in every category,” Andy said. “And I asked her what that meant and she just told me to get out of her sight so I did.”

My Slack chat pinged on your laptop and you took a deep breath. “Alright,” you said. “I’m up.”

Chapter 164

Walking to the office that Joy was in only took about fifteen steps, and you shouldn’t have been worried. It was all bullshit at the end of the day. The problem was, there was this little ‘But’ in the back of your mind. Those little nuggets of doubt that wanted you to consider that things might be going sideways. That she might be a step or two ahead of you and the others.

You squashed the ‘But’ and went to the open door of the office, knocking lightly.

Joy looked up and smiled. Sweetly.

She was attractive when she wasn’t acting like a raging bitch, and you could tell that between her family connections and her Pretty Privilege she probably got her way about 98% of the time in her life. You still weren’t sure what might have happened if she had started at the same time as the rest of you for the internship and had set her sight on you - if she’d aggressively pursued you sexually, you likely would have appreciated the attention and fallen in with her.

What a shit decision that would have been considering what you had now.

You moved into the office, mostly just a box of a room with a standard desk and chairs inside and an empty filing cabinet. The window was looking out at the neighbouring building so it wasn’t much of a view, but it did let in more natural light than the conference room had.

“John, hi,” Joy said, still maintaining that ‘sweet girl’ persona. “Please sit. As you know, this is your performance review.”

“If you say so,” you said, taking a seat and doing your best not to fidget or give off any sign of being nervous.

“Could you do me a favour and take out your phone and turn it off?” Joy asked. “This is an important meeting and I would rather make sure we aren’t going to be interrupted.”

“No, sorry,” you said. “I can’t do that.”

“And why is that?” Joy asked.

“Because that isn’t a necessary step for this sort of meeting,” you said. Which was true, but you were also currently kicking yourself because you hadn’t just forgotten to turn on your recording app before stepping into the room but your phone was currently sitting next to your laptop in the conference room. You’d sent Gemma that little heart emoji, set it down, and hadn’t put it back in your pocket.

You didn’t have any protection. You couldn’t gather any evidence.

Fuck.

Joy’s smile broke into a small frown. “I really must insist,” she said.

“I promise it won’t be a distraction,” you said.

Joy pursed her lips slightly and narrowed her eyes, looking you up and down. She reached over to the side of the desk and picked up two small stacks of paper, setting them side by side in front of her. “You know,” she said, speaking slowly and carefully picking her words. “Employee reviews are very important tools of bosses and HR departments to track progress and decide whether an employee is worth keeping around. Or if an Intern is worth making an offer to.”

“I’m aware of this, yeah,” you said.

“Well, some reviews,” she said, patting one of the stacks of paper. “They go fairly well. Nothing to note, maybe even a decent word or two about the employee. Things are taken in a kinder light, you could say. But sometimes reviews go poorly.” She patted the other stack of papers lightly. “Other reviews, well, sometimes things can’t just get overlooked. Sometimes they go poorly, and an entire group can see repercussions coming down because of it. They are the only way to know if correction is needed or not, after all.”

The implication she was making was clear. Joy had made up two different sets of reviews, and judging by the size of the paper stacks they must have been for everyone on the team and not just for you. She was offering a trade. What she wanted for you and the whole team to get good reviews.

You already knew what she wanted. And, to be honest, it wasn’t like it would be hard to do. Give her what she wanted, get what you and Gemma and Sabrina wanted. Save Eric to boot.

Except she was a snake, and you and your girlfriends had already decided the cost wasn’t worth it.

“I just want to have an open and frank discussion with you, John.” Joy said.

You shrugged in your seat. “I can turn off my phone,” you said. “But to be more comfortable with that circumstance I’ll need to go get a witness for this meeting.”

“You don’t get a witness for a review,” Joy said, her demeanour dropping more.

“No, I’m pretty sure I can if I want,” you said. “For any sort of disciplinary or HR meeting I can elect to bring a witness.”

She fully scowled at that point and then pulled a garbage can out from under the desk. It had a contraption on top of it, and you quickly realized it was a bolted-on paper shredder as Joy picked up the stack of ‘good’ reviews and fed the top page into the shredder.

“If you want to enforce a rule like that I can’t stop you,” she said over the noise of the machine. “But I think it would be in most of our best interest if we just have our frank talk one-on-one.”

“I’m good,” you said with another shrug.

She fed another couple of sheets into the shredder. “Are you sure, John? Because the way I see things, either you’ve decided you’re in trouble or you’re being personally insulting to me on purpose. And I definitely do not enjoy being insulted.”

“You can take it any way you want,” you said and stood up as she started feeding the rest of the ‘good’ reviews into the shredder. “But I think this meeting is over.”

“Well, in that case, unfortunately I can’t say your review is going to be very positive if we can’t even start the meeting positively,” Joy said. She was talking loud enough that you assumed she was trying to put on a show for the non-existent recording you were supposed to be making. “Anything that happens from here on out is going to be on you.”

You wanted to snap at her. Wanted to level an accusation, but then you realized - she could be purposefully pushing your buttons. Or those of the others.

Joy could be recording you to try and get her own evidence for blackmail.

“I guess we’ll see, Joy,” you said.

Chapter 165

You probably owed it to the others to head right back to the conference room and let them know what happened, but you decided with the last ‘review meeting’ done you needed to strike while the iron was hot. Instead of turning right towards the conference room your turned left down the hallway.

Garrison’s office was at the far end of the building - which wasn’t actually that far, but with every step you wondered if Joy was watching you. Maybe she was a step ahead if she was recording as well. Or two, or three. She’d been running rampant for years with the internships according to Becks. Maybe she’d dealt with this sort of resistance before.

You had to tell Garrisson now before she, and possibly her mother, manufactured something that you couldn’t get out of.

But your luck, it would seem, was absolute garbage because Garrisson’s office door was shut and the light was off. He’d already gone home for the weekend.

“Fuuuuck,” you groaned softly.

Should you try one of the other Partners? Obviously Bellagamba wasn’t an option, but there were four more of them. As you turned back to look at the other offices around you, you saw down at the far end of the hallway Joy was leaning against the doorway of the office she’d used, her arms crossed and smirking.

You took in a deep breath and then took another short hall to the other side of the offices and then walked the long way back to the conference room past the kitchen and the elevators. You were tempted to stop at the HR office but the lack of help you and Gemma had gotten earlier told you it was likely a dead end. Any report there was just as likely to go to Bellagamba as it was to reach Garrisson, and if Joy’s mother had actually told her to do employee reviews then you’d be fucked.

So you went back to the conference room and the others looked up at you expectantly. Joy hadn’t returned, so you just shook your head. “We didn’t even start,” you said.

“You got failed too?” Andy asked.

“I didn’t even get that far,” you clarified, and looked to Gemma and Sabrina. “She asked me to turn off my phone for the meeting and I told her I could go get a witness, and we deadlocked.”

Sabrina’s eyes went wide at the implication of that, and Gemma sniffed hard and you could see her mind spinning to try and come up with a new solution to things.

You opened your laptop back up, but you didn’t go back to work. Instead, you started an email and worked to try and get it perfect. You still didn’t have any real evidence, so you couldn’t make any accusations about Joy’s sexual demands and advances. You outlined the events of the afternoon, though, and made it clear that you and the others hadn’t agreed to be reviewed by a fellow intern (because fuck the idea of calling her ‘lead intern’) and that none of you had signed off on her reviews as you all found them to be absurd.

Joy never returned to the conference room, so for the last ten minutes of the day you gathered the others - even Andy - around your laptop and showed them the email. Gemma and Sabrina offered a few wordsmithing ideas, and Eric made a good point about noting that Joy had openly insulted Andy in front of the rest of us. Andy literally hugged him for that.

You wrote out each of your names at the bottom of the email, CC’d each of them, and then sent the email to Garrisson’s email.

It was the best you were going to be able to do in the short term. None of you had Garrisson’s personal number to try and call or test him, and you weren’t even sure if that would be appropriate.

With the email sent, you all packed up for the day and walked out together.

“We’ll be fine,” Gemma assured you all in the elevator.

“I hope so,” Andy sighed. “My Grandma will be pissed if I get fired from another internship.”

“Another?” Sabrina asked.

“Yeah, last year I was at this investment banking place. It was really boring and everyone was an asshole,” Andy said. “No chill at all.”

You had so many questions, but Andy didn’t offer anything else and you could only assume he’d been turfed for any number of the egregiously lazy things he did on a daily basis.

Outside the building you all split up, but you, Sabrina and Gemma circled back around and met up at the corner.

“See you soon,” Gemma said, slipping into your arms and kissing you lightly.

“You know you’re an absolute goddess, right?” you asked her. “Nothing Joy said to you today was real. You look amazing every single day in your work outfits. Stylish and confident and just the right amount of sexy without becoming unprofessional.”

“Thanks, baby,” she smiled softly and kissed you again. Then she pulled away with a little smirk and a twinkle in her eye. “Or maybe it’s Daddy for the rest of the night?”

“More like rest of the weekend,” Sabrina laughed as she took Gemma’s spot in your arms, pulling you down into a kiss with both her hands on your cheeks.

“Look,” you said once it was over. “I’ll be ‘Daddy’ one time this weekend, OK? Can we limit it to that?”

Both of them started giggling.

“OK, hon,” Gemma said, slipping her hand into yours. “One time this weekend, you are going to be our Daddy Dom. For both of us. And the rest of the time you’ll just be our John.”

“Our sexy, lovable, amazing John,” Sabrina grinned, still hugging you with one arm around your waist. “Now, you need to rush home and pack your bag, OK?”

“Can you please tell me what we’re doing tonight?” you asked.

“Dress semi-casual,” Gemma said. “We’re going out for a bit, OK? But not too long, at least tonight.”

“OK,” you nodded. “You know, I love you both so fucking much, right?”

“We know,” Gemma grinned.

You kissed her again, then Sabrina, then Gemma again. Sabrina laughed and pushed you away. “Go! People are starting to stare, and we have preparations to make.”

“Alright, alright,” you grinned. “I miss you both already.”

Somehow you managed to catch your bus, and the entire ride home you had a big grin on your face. The workday had been weird, things had been left in chaos, but none of that fucking mattered.

Chapter 166

“Hey dude,” Mosche said as you entered the apartment. “Are you and Gemma coming out to the club tonight for Open Mic?”

You sighed and shrugged. “I dunno, Mosche. I’m kind of going on a date with Gemma and Sabrina tonight and they are planning it together.”

“Oh,” he said, deflating just a little bit. He’d been standing in the kitchen area of the apartment and looked like he was half-ready to go out for the night, dressed in slacks and dress shoes, but just an undershirt on top. “Well, that’s OK I guess. Tasha and I are both going up again, and she has friends coming tonight and I want to look good in front of them.”

“Dude, don’t stress,” you said. “You’re a good guy, Tasha seems to like you and you like her. If she likes you, her friends should too, alright?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Mosche nodded along with you. “I just don’t want this to be a flash-in-the-pan kind of thing, right? If they hate me, then I don’t know what’ll happen. And what if one of them is the guy that she wants to have a threesome with?”

“I- I dunno about that, dude,” you said. “Did you ever make a decision and talk to her about that?”

“Kind of,” he said, but you could see his hesitation. “Maybe,” he hedged, and then his shoulders slumped. “No.”

“Well, you get a say if you want to participate,” you told him. “And you get a say in who it’s with if you do. And, don’t forget, you get a say if you want to be in any sort of relationship with her. If you don’t like the idea and she really wants it, maybe that’s just a sign you guys aren’t compatible in the right areas.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Mosche said. “But she’s really hot and I really like her boobies, and other than this one thing it’s been really great so far.”

You couldn’t help but facepalm a little. “Did you just say ‘boobies’?”

“Well, yeah. She has really great ones,” Mosche said. “Like, you kinda saw them that time you walked in, right?”

“Mosche,” you said. “Buddy? I tried not to take a good look out of respect. If you want me to comment on Tasha’s tits, she’s going to have to ask for that herself. But please, for the love of God, never call them her ‘boobies’ ever again. Especially not to her face.”

“What?” Mosche scoffed. “Why not? She likes when I do that.”

You tried to reply, but then sighed and shook your head. “You know what, I would have assumed it sounded too childish, but if she says she likes it then what do I know?”

“Are you eating dinner here?” Mosche asked. “Should we order a pizza or something?”

“I dunno,” you said. “Let me figure out what’s happening tonight for my date and I’ll let you know.”

“OK,” he said, and reached up into the cupboard and took out his peanut butter and grabbed a spoon. “I’ll just have a snack then.”

“You do that, dude,” you sighed, walking down to your bedroom. In all honesty, Mosche wasn’t even close to a bad roommate other than the chance of walking in on him doing something inappropriate in the public spaces of the apartment. You could have done far worse for a summer sublease. But still, the dude had some peculiarities.

You the group chat asking where you were headed and when, and if you should eat dinner at your place.

Gemma:No! Be at my place @ 6:45. Dinner here, then going out.

You sent her back a thumbs up and a heart, and then she sent you back an eggplant, a splash of water and a drooly face, which made you snort a laugh. Then you got another text, this one a picture from Sabrina of both of their bare asses pressed hip-to-hip. You couldn’t see between their legs due to the shadows, and you knew they weren’t naked since you could see the bottoms of their shirts and their pulled-down underwear, which made you wonder where they even were.

You: Looks like it’s a full moon tonight.

You got an eye-roll emoji from Gemma and a crying laughing emoji from Sabrina on that one.

Viewing your clothing options, you were glad that the girls were taking you out shopping tomorrow. For all that you’d come equipped for work and downtime for the summer, you hadn’t exactly been planning on going on a ton of dates - even if you’d met just Gemma or just Sabrina, you still wouldn’t have been going out as often as you were. You had to wonder if it was additive, like you doubled the number of dates, or if it was a reduced effect. If you added a third girl to this thing, would it add a whole new person worth of dates, or would it just be a fraction added?

“OK, I really need to stop overthinking these things,” you said to yourself as you pieced together an outfit. Adding a third person to the relationship. Hah! Like that would make any sense at all. You’d only ever see that in a porno or something, it could never work.

You quickly packed an overnight bag with some fresh undies and socks, a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and your running shoes. Then you tossed in another shirt and some jeans so that the girls could decide what you wore. Then you sighed and packed a work outfit in a separate bag that you could leave at Sabrina’s for next week if you stayed over.

Before leaving the apartment you went and knocked on Mosche’s bedroom door.

“One sec!” he called.

“It’s alright,” you called back. “You’re on your own for dinner, bud.”

“So no pizza?”

“Not unless you get some for yourself. I’m probably not going to be back here until at least tomorrow night, so all the leftovers are yours.”

“OK,” he said. He opened the door wide, and he’d put on a short-sleeved dress shirt with a fancy design on it. “What do you think of this?”

“That actually looks really good on you,” you nodded. “If I don’t see you, good luck with Tasha’s friends tonight and break a leg on stage.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, and you knocked knuckles with him. “Good luck with your… threesome date?”

“I don’t need luck, Mosche,” you said. “I’m in love, and it’s fucking amazing.”

As you walked back towards the apartment door, you heard Mosche mutter to himself. “Maybe one of Tasha’s friends would want to date me, too.”

That, you decided, sounded like a disaster waiting to happen if he asked anyone that for real.

Chapter 167

“Well, well, well,” Becca said as she opened the door. “Isn’t it the man of the hour.”

“Hey, Becca,” you said. “You’re looking especially pretty this afternoon.”

“Why, yes I am,” she grinned, turning in a circle to show off her outfit. She was dressed in what you could only describe as a slinky ballgown, a deep burgundy colour that played nicely against her lighter skin tone. The spaghetti straps and the deep v of the cleavage accented her femininity more than she usually did - well, at least compared to whenever you usually saw her fully clothed. “Charlotte and I are headed out to a fundraiser dinner. But you, Mister,” she continued, stepping out of the apartment and into the hallway and shutting the door behind her. “You’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do, Lucy.”

“I’m.. what?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s an I Love Lucy reference. Gosh, sometimes I forget how young you guys are.”

“You’re only like three or four years older than us,” you countered. “And I’m pretty sure I Love Lucy is multiple decades older.”

“Whatever,” she said. “I need you to tell me what’s going on here. Why is there another very pretty girl getting ready for a two-on-one date with you? This isn’t the fucking Bachelor. I thought we settled the fact that you’re in it to win it with Gemma?”

“I am,” you said. “Look, it’s weird and it’s complicated, OK? I get that, and I get that I definitely don’t deserve to be dating one of them, let alone both. But I am. Gemma, Sabrina and I are connected, and they decided they wanted to be in charge of this weekend and I’m just along for the ride.”

“Are you fucking them both?” Becca asked.

You took a breath and nodded. “Yes,” you said simply.

“And are you saying you love Sabrina as well?” she asked.

“I am. And they both know it,” you said.

Becca smirked and shook her head. “Oh, you sweet, naive boy,” she said. “They are going to eat you alive, aren’t they?”

“I’m going to do my best to keep my head above water,” you grinned.

“Fuck,” Becca laughed. “I cannot wait for Lucy to come home and find out about this. It’s gonna be fucking fireworks.”

You sighed. “Yeah, I’m not sure what the plan is with that.”

“Plan?” Becca asked. “Fuck any plans. Lucy can scream and whine and cry all she wants. Gemma told me about her listening to you two getting it on outside her door, that bitch can’t say shit about you without sounding like a hypocrite.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re on our side,” you said. “Can we go in now, please? I’d really like to say hello to my girlfriends.”

“One more thing,” Becca said, and stood back from you and twirled again. “Seriously, how does this look? Like, to the male gaze, I mean. I’ve got plenty of ladies to tell me what they think but I’m supposed to be trying to convince rich old men to donate money tonight.”

“Becca,” you said. “You look incredibly fuckable.”

“That. That right there is the look I was going for,” she smirked. Then she scrunched up her nose and glanced down the hallway, and then pulled the left side of her dress aside and let one of her boobs pop out. “Here’s your reward, bub,” she said. “I haven’t put my boob tape on yet to keep the girls in place.”

You stood there for a second with your eyebrows raised. “God damn,” you said. “As nice as the first time I saw them.”

“What are you waiting for?” Becca asked. “Get out your phone and take a picture.”

“Really?” you asked in surprise.

“Well, it’s not much of a reward to just see a titty for the second time, is it?” she asked.

You scrambled to pull out your phone and soon you had a picture of Becca with one boob showing as she made a winking face with her tongue out playfully. Then she released the other tit and leaned forward slightly, biting her lip. “Might as well get them both.” You just chuckled and took another picture, then she started covering herself up again.

“That’s almost the best reward I’ve ever gotten,” you told her. “You really are a gorgeous woman, Becca.”

“Whoa, hold on. Just almost?” Becca asked, adjusting her dress over her bust.

“Well…” you said, then flicked back several photos in your file. “There was a bet with a secretary at work that I wouldn’t fuck-and-tell on Gemma and Sabrina, and I got this by winning it.” You showed her the full frontal, sans face, of Becks.

“Damn!” Becca laughed. “I need to start upping my game. She’s hot. Don’t tell me she’s another conquest of yours.”

“Not even close,” you said. “She prefers black guys.”

“Has she seen your cock yet?” Becca asked. “Cause if she thinks it’s just black guys with big dicks, you could change her mind.”

“I’m perfectly, completely happy with Gemma and Sabrina. They are more than enough to handle,” you said.

“Fair,” Becca laughed, stepping back to the apartment door. “But, and I’m certainly only saying this hypothetically and am not admitting anything - the only thing better than a threesome is a foursome where everyone is into it.”

“Not a fivesome?” you asked.

She snorted. “No, five is too many to be intimate. At that point it’s more of an orgy situation, and those can be hot but it’s different.”

“You’ve been in an orgy?” you asked as you followed her into the entryway and started kicking off your shoes.

“What, you haven’t?” Becca asked. “Aren’t you in college?”

You blinked. “Becca, I think our college experiences may have been very different.”

“Ehn,” she shrugged. “I mean, if you ever get the chance you should go for it. But if you think seeing Gemma get railed by another guy wouldn’t be your thing, then I’d say she’s way more important to hold on to than getting the experience.”

“What the hell kind of conversation is this?” Gemma asked as she came around the corner.

“Just making sure he’s treating you right, girl,” Becca said. “You know I’m just looking out for you. Oh, and I showed him my boobs.”

Gemma snorted. “Oh, that’s fine. And you don’t need to keep testing him, Becca.” She stepped past Becca and into your arms, and you kissed hard as she fed you her tongue.

“Ugh, gross,” Becca laughed. “Are you two gonna fuck right here in the vestibule again, or can you make it to the bedroom?”

Gemma turned, her jaw dropping slightly. “You know about that?”

Chapter 168

“Hey, baby,” Sabrina grinned as Gemma led you into the kitchen. She turned from what she was working on at the counter and stepped forward into your arms, kissing you warmly. “Are you excited for tonight?”

“I am,” you said with your own grin. “And I don’t know what you two are making, but it smells fantastic.”

“It’s skilly ‘n duff,” Gemma said, coming in behind you. “It’s like a thick chicken soup with a dough cooked on top. It’s really good.”

“Thanks for making dinner for me,” you said.

She slipped into your other arm, and you were hugging both of them. Gemma was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts with an apron on, while Sabrina was in a cute brown leather skirt and dark maroon blouse and looked more ready for the date.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Sabrina said. “But Gemma’s in charge, I’m just the helping hand.”

You kissed them both on top of the head. “Any shot of you two telling me what else we’re doing tonight?”

“Mm-mmm,” Sabrina grinned and shook her head.

“It’s nothing bad, we promise,” Gemma laughed. “Now, Sabrina, do you want to take him back to my room? I can finish up here and everything should be ready in about twenty minutes.”

“Sure,” Sabrina grinned and took your hand. “Come on, baby. We all had a stressful fucking day, let’s get you feeling more relaxed.”

“I’m not complaining, but that’s not necessary,” you said, letting yourself get tugged away.

“I think it’s necessary,” Sabrina said. She led you down to Gemma’s room and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you both. “The way I see it, giving you a pre-date blowjob has been an excellent tradition so far, so why break it?”

You waved your hands as if searching for an answer and ended up finding none. Sabrina laughed and started unbuttoning her shirt. “No need to risk getting any jizz stains on it,” she explained when you raised your eyebrow.

“And no bra, I see,” you said as her pretty little nipples came into view.

“Nope,” she grinned. “All the better for you to grope me any time you want.”

“Free groping, huh?” you asked. “You mean like this?” You reached forward and softly cupped one of the soft swells of her little breast, running your thumb just under her areola and nipple.

“Mmhmm,” Sabrina nodded, closing her eyes to savour the feeling.

“And what about like this?” you asked, and took her breast firmly, squeezing it and drilling your thumb across her hardening nipple.

“Fuck, baby. Yes, especially like that,” Sabrina gasped.

You let go of her breast and pulled her in close, picking her up by the waist to kiss her instead of bending down to do it. She threaded her arms around the back of your neck and you both breathed through your noses as you made out like that in the middle of Gemma’s bedroom for a long moment.

“I love you,” you told her as you set her back down.

“I know, baby. Now let me love on you,” she said, leading you over to the bed and getting you to sit as she started to undo your pants.

About fifteen minutes later the door opened and Gemma slipped in, grinning as she saw you sat on the edge of her bed with your pants around your ankles. Sabrina was kneeling on the bed next to you, her face in your lap as she slowly sucked your cock.

“Dinner should be ready in about five,” Gemma said, crossing the room to sit on the other side of you. She pulled you into a kiss, brushing her fingers against your cheek as your tongues entangled for a moment. “Hello, love.”

You smiled. “Hello, love,” you said back, and then pecked her lips again.

Gemma undid the apron around her neck and back and tossed it away, then started pulling off her shirt. “Make some room, bitch,” she giggled, nudging Sabrina’s shoulder.

Sabrina snorted and shifted, laying down on the couch and pulling your cock to bend more towards her a bit. “I’ve got his cock, you work his balls,” she mumbled with her lips barely leaving the head.

“Gladly,” Gemma grinned and then kissed you again before slipping from the bed. She had one of your balls in her mouth before she even started undoing the clasp on her bra, and then her breasts were free and went to work really tongue-bathing your sack.

“You two are way too good for me,” you groaned.

“Only when you’re not busy being too good for us,” Gemma said.

“Best boyfriend ever,” Sabrina agreed.

They traded places at one point, Sabrina taking over tending to your nuts while Gemma slobbered on your cock. You were getting close and both of them could tell, and Sabrina left your balls and kissed up your cock until she was practically making out with Gemma around the head of your dick.

“Fuck, you two,” you groaned.

Sabrina grabbed the root of your dick with her slim fingers and started jacking you off.

“Cum all over my tits, baby,” Gemma said. “And Sabrina can lick it off.”

“Mmmm!” Sabrina hummed happily at the idea.

You did just that. The release happened fast, and you grunted with each shot of cum that splattered across Gemma’s cleavage as Sabrina jerked you off. Then she kissed Gemma on the lips, and your cock surged one more time.

“He liked that,” Sabrina grinned. “Told you.”

Gemma laughed and bit her lip as she looked at you. “Did you, baby? Like watching me get seduced by Sabrina?”

“I did,” you nodded, catching your breath. “You two are both so fucking beautiful, but together it’s like…” You made a mind-blown gesture.

Gemma smirked. “Well, get a load of this,” she said and pushed her chest out towards Sabrina.

“Yummy,” Sabrina said. She leaned forward and began to slowly lick your cum off of Gemma’s tits, occasionally moving up to kiss her with cummy lips.

Once she was clean, Gemma kissed Sabrina one more time, then stood up. “I hope that didn’t ruin your appetite, dirty girl.”

“Nope,” Sabrina said. “Just made me want even more.”

“I meant for dinner,” Gemma said as she went to one of her pieces of luggage to look for what she was planning on wearing.

“I know,” Sabrina grinned and winked at you. “But I didn’t.”

Chapter 169

“Ermagerd,” Charlotte groaned as she shovelled soup into her mouth. “Gemma, this is so fuckin’ good.”

Becca and Charlotte had joined you at the kitchen table. Their fundraiser was an Open Bar, Drinks and Apps sort of affair so they’d accepted Gemma’s offer to eat a bowl. Though ‘eat a bowl of soup’ had been the main discussion point so far through the dinner. Did one eat or drink soup?

“It really is,” Sabrina nodded. The soup, the thick chicken soup kind of thing that was almost a stew it was so full of thick chunks of chicken, carrots, and celery, mixed with the super soft dough that had been cooked on top of it, was fragrant and flavourful.

“My only complaint is that I’m going to be too full to move after this,” you said.

“Oh, I’m sure the girls can get you moving,” Becca smirked.

“Yeah we will,” Gemma grinned. “And thanks, all. It’s a family recipe. Usually we eat it in the winter, which it is right now back home, so I wasn’t sure if it would work for a summer date night.”

“It does,” you assured her.

“It really, really does,” Sabrina nodded in agreement.

The door to the apartment opened and shut, and the clacking of high heels echoed for a moment ahead of her before Lucy poked her head into the kitchen. “Fuck, what is that delic- Oh.”

“Hey, Lucy,” Gemma said. “I made soup. Feel free to grab a bowl.”

Lucy was making a face like she’d smelled dogshit as she looked at the five of you at the table, but she stepped in. She was dressed in a little red dress that offset her skintone nicely, with her dark hair pulled back into a bun.

“How’d the after-work drinks go?” Charlotte asked her.

“Fine,” Lucy answered. “One of the guys wants to meet later on tonight to go to a clubs.”

“That sounds fun,” Becca said.

“Who are you?” Luc said, abruptly changing the subject as she looked over Sabrina.

“Oh, I’m Sabrina,” she said, standing with a smile and offering Lucy her hand to shake. “I’m John’s best friend…”

Lucy scoffed. “Why would you want him as a best friend?”

“Sorry, I didn’t finish,” Sabrina said. “I’m his best friend with major benefits. We fuck like rabbits and he makes me come like there’s no tomorrow. Gemma and I are totally in love with him.”

Charlotte coughed, trying to cover her mouth and her laugh. Becca stuttered out a soft snort as she leaned back and took in the scene. Gemma, for her part, was trying to stifle her own embarrassed giggle as she bit her lips and looked with wide eyes.

Lucy just stood there with her mouth gaping open as she blinked.

“You’re Lucy, right?” Sabrina pressed on. “You dated John in high school. I don’t know what you were thinking, walking away from such a sweet guy with such a fantastic cock. I mean, not only is it a great size, but he just knows how to use it, am I right? Was he doing that thing with his hips when you two were dating, or did he pick that up later?”

“Um,” Lucy stuttered. “Uh… I need to go.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Sabrina smiled sweetly. “I was looking forward to trading bedroom war stories with someone other than Gemma.”

Lucy left the room without another word, looking like she’d seen a ghost.

Everyone was quiet for a long moment, and it was only broken once the pressure inside Becca finally erupted and she gasped out a laugh, which set everyone else off.

“Oh. My. God,” Charlotte panted, trying not to bark out her own giggles. “Sabrina, that was amazing.”

“I know,” Sabrina laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look like that,” you heaved, trying to get control of your breathing.

“She looked like she’d gotten surprise buttfucked,” Becca giggled and snorted. “Holy shit, girl. You know how to shut a bitch down.”

Lucy didn’t make another appearance, and soon Becca and Charlotte had to leave for their fundraiser. As you and Sabrina started on the dishes, being careful not to mess up your date clothes, Gemma made up a bowl of soup and brought it to Lucy’s bedroom as a peace offering. You assumed Lucy must have accepted it since Gemma came back empty-handed. Cleaning a kitchen with three sets of hands instead of two made the work go quickly, and soon Gemma took a minute to freshen up her makeup in the bathroom while you and Sabrina kissed and held hands near the front door. When Gemma came back she smiled and took over from Sabrina for a moment, kissing you a well, before she went looking for the right shoes to match her pretty lavender summer dress.

“Good, you look good in that,” Sabrina noted once Gemma had her heels on. “I wish my tits could do that.”

“No you don’t,” Gemma said. “Cause then you’d have to wear a bra all the time and John would be able to pinch your nipples.” You took the cue and did just that, palming Sabrina’s chest and finding her nipple quickly. Gemma joined in with a smirk, pinching Sabrina’s other nipple.

“OK, OK,” Sabrina gave in, looking like she was about to cream herself. “You’re right.”

“We give him different things,” Gemma said, pulling Sabrina into a hug. “Physically and sexually. But he loves us both for our minds and our hearts. Deal?”

Sabrina nodded, hugging her back, and you wrapped your arms around them both for a long moment.

“OK,” Gemma said, breaking the hug. “We’re running a little behind. Let’s get going.”

Chapter 170

“You know, if you’d told me we were coming here I could have told Mosche to expect us,” you said as you helped Sabrina out of the Uber. The three of you had ridden in the back seat together, and despite the fact that it would have made the most sense for Sabrina to sit in the middle as the shortest and slimmest of you all your girlfriends had insisted you sit in the middle so that you could put your arms around both of them. Gemma had been on the curbside, so you hadn’t had the chance to be a little chivalrous for her since she got out first, but Sabrina accepted your hand with a smile.

“We thought about that,” Gemma said. “But keeping things like this a little secret is fun. Sabrina wants to see his and Tasha’s acts, and we should support them both considering they’re pretty much the only other people we know in the city who don’t work with us.”

“That’s fair,” you said and found yourself quickly looped arm in arm with Sabrina on one side and hand in hand with Gemma on the other as you headed for the doors. The Open Mic Night had started about ten minutes ago, so you only hoped that there would be some seats.

Sabrina paid the cover for the three of you at the door, insisting that you weren’t paying that night since this was them taking you out. The main sitting area was dark, the stage brightly lit as the first act was running through his jokes at lightning speed. The bar area was dim, but light enough that you could see a gathering of the various comics off to the side in one corner. Several of the same customers from last week when you’d come in with Gemma were in the group, and you kind of hoped that they weren’t going to recognize you. They were spread over a few tables and booths so you didn’t initially see Mosche or Tasha.

Gemma led you and Sabrina to the bar and ordered you each a Bramble and a beer, and paid the almost forty dollars for the drinks. Plus tip.

“OK,” she said as she turned back to you. “Maybe we don’t come here every week.”

“That or we sneak in some flasks,” Sabrina smirked.

Once you were delivered your drinks you went to the entryway to the stage area and one of the waitresses pointed you over to an empty table on the far left side of the room, blessedly out of the spotlight and away from the hot seat. The three of you got your seats and settled in.

It was the same host from last time, and there were a couple of the same acts working on their jokes. But now that you weren’t the focus of the crowd work it was a lot easier to settle in and enjoy the comedy, or the bombs, in equal measure.

The girls also apparently had another idea, and in the deep dark you felt a hand crawl onto your thigh, and then higher to rest on your crotch. You looked over to Gemma and she grinned at you, and you lowered a hand to her leg, and then slid your fingers to her inner thigh. She spread her legs just a touch, encouraging you, and you slid your hand higher. Not under her dress, but definitely pushing it up just a bit so that you were very much holding an inappropriately personal area.

Glancing at Sabrina, you decided you wanted to make sure the fun was being had in equal measure and you tugged her chair closer to you so that you could wrap an arm around her shoulders. She flashed you a grin and rested her head on your shoulder. Then she looked at you again and bit the tip of her tongue playfully as your hand trailed down a bit more and played your fingers over her breast and nipple lightly through her blouse. She shifted closer hand and reached to feel up your crotch only to find Gemma’s hand already there. They glanced around you at each other, grinning silently, and Sabrina let Gemma have your crotch as she put her hand on your leg and rubbed slowly.

Mosche ended up going on before intermission, and you and the girls left off your over-friendliness to clap and cheer loudly for him - way louder than any of the other comics had gotten. Sabrina even put two fingers in her mouth and whistled shrilly.

For his part, Mosche was beaming as he mounted the stage after receiving such an unexpected welcome. He tried to shade his eyes from the bright spotlights, but couldn’t see you. He made a joke about being the popular guy in the room for once, which earned him a laugh at the self-deprecation, and then he went into his bit. Now, you had heard him perform it multiple times at this point both in the club and in the apartment. It was the best he’d ever done it. The crowd was on his side, which helped a lot, but you had to assume that the last-minute burst to his confidence did wonders for him too. When he left the stage he got a rousing round of applause from the entire club, including big cheers from the back where the comics were. They’d seen him finally nail a set after months and months of trying, and were recognizing him as one of their own.

The host came up and announced the intermission, and the lights raised as people started standing up and shifting towards the bar.

“You folks need anything?” a waitress came by, then her eyes widened as she recognized you and Gemma - she was the same waitress who had gotten caught up in the snarky repartee as she’d tried to serve you last week. “Oh, it’s you guys.”

“Hey,” Gemma grinned. “We’re back.”

“Well, at least you’re back here this time,” the waitress smirked. “I don’t think any of the comics know you’re here or they would probably try to pick some fights again.”

“I was hoping to avoid that this time,” you said. “We’re just here to support our friends.”

Sabrina ended up ordering a basket of french fries for the three of you to share, and you all decided not to order another round of cocktails or beers to save your wallets. As the waitress was about to turn away with your order Gemma touched her arm. “Could you let Mosche know that his fans are over here?”

“Sure,” the waitress smiled. “You guys really helped him out. I usually feel bad for the guy - he tries so hard and wasn’t seeing a real hit. He needed tonight.”

She left, and Sabrina immediately turned and leaned forward to talk with Gemma. “She definitely has a crush on him, right?”

“For. Sure,” Gemma said. “I mean, maybe just a pity-crush, but she’d totally fuck him if he made a move.”

“Wait, hold on,” you said. “You mean that chick would hook up with Mosche?”

“Oh, for sure,” Sabrina nodded. “I mean, probably not long term, but one night after he does well, or bombs? She’d definitely be willing to make a mistake with him.”

“It’s OK, babe,” Gemma said, rubbing your leg. “You don’t need to understand women any more. You’ve got us locked in.” She pursed her lips and you kissed her.

“Both of us,” Sabrina prompted you, and you leaned in to kiss her as well.

“Guys? You came!”

Chapter 171

You, Gemma and Sabrina all stood up as Mosche approached you guys with a grateful smile on his face.

“Oh my God, I didn’t think you were coming,” he said.

“We wanted to support you and Tasha,” Sabrina said, and hugged him quickly.

You and Gemma each hugged him as well, and you clapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, that was the best set I’ve heard you do. Your timing was on, you hit every beat. Great job!”

“Thanks,” he grinned again.

“Hey, guys!” Tasha said, having followed Mosche into the seating area. Another quick round of hugs happened. The five of you chatted quickly, but intermission wasn’t too long and Tasha had other friends who had come to see her and she wanted Mosche with her.

“Hey, quick question,” she said before she pulled Mosche away. “Is it OK if I do some crowd work on you guys again?”

“You, absolutely,” Gemma said. “It was funny and flirty. We’re not looking to get into any fights tonight.”

“Awesome, sounds good,” she nodded. “We’ll try not to spread around that you’re here again. I mean, the others will figure it out once they hear you, but there should only be a few people on after me.”

She grabbed Mosche’s hand and led him away.

“She’s cute,” Gemma said as the three of you sat back down.

“Great tits, too,” Sabrina noted.

“Not as nice as either of yours,” you said, which earned you an eye roll from both of them.

“Stop trying to suck up, baby,” Gemma said. “You’ve already got us. When we’re talking about some other girl, just say what you actually think.”

“OK, OK,” you agreed. “Tasha has nice tits.”

“As nice as Becks’?” Sabrina asked.

“Or Becca’s?” Gemma asked.

“Wait, you’ve seen Becca’s tits, too?” Sabrina asked you.

“Twice, actually,” Gemma said.

That led into you telling the story of running into Becca in the kitchen late at nigh, and Sabrina ended up remembering that had happened and you’d told her about it but hadn’t connected the who and where and it had slipped her mind. Then you surprised them both by mentioning that this time you’d gotten pictures of them too, which both of them immediately wanted to see. The crowd was starting to filter back to their tables, so you had to hold the phone low and under the table to show them.

“She does have nice tits,” Sabrina nodded. “And she looked so good in that dress, and has that kind of swagger to her.”

“She’s the older sister I wish I’d had growing up,” Gemma said.

“Except you kinda want a piece of her too, don’t you,” Sabrina smirked.

“No!” Gemma said, then slowly grinned and blushed. “OK, maybe a little.”

“We’re going to turn you into John’s sexy bi girlfriend sooner than later,” Sabrina eased her.

The lights started to dim, and your waitress came by with Sabrina’s order of fries, and soon you were back to squeezing between the two of them. This time your arm was around Gemma’s shoulder and your other hand was in Sabrina’s lap holding one of hers - the other was needed for drinking and french fires.

The host introduced two more comics, and then one of the key antagonists from your last trip to the comedy club mounted the stage.

“Please give a warm welcome to the Mistress of Mayhem, Julie Miles!”

Julie hadn’t exactly changed in the week since the last time. She had swapped out the booty shorts for a black leather skirt over her leather thigh-high boots, and had her hair up in a bun held in place with black chopsticks - you had to assume she’d seen that in a movie and thought it looked hot. To be fair, it felt a little bad disparaging her in your head. She couldn’t help that she looked a way that you found unattractive. Then she opened her mouth and you remembered that you also found her demeanour unattractive as well.

“What’s up, what’s up, party people! I’m Julie Miles, but I like my bitches to call me their Bull Dyke!”

It was the exact same intro she’d used last time.

Julie’s act hadn’t changed much either. She talked about herself and her potential female partners crudely, earning some half-heart chuckles at best. Then she asked her big ‘Who here eats pussy?’ question to a few more cheers from the crowd. This was where Gemma had taken her off course last time, so you hoped that maybe ‘Julie Miles, Bull Dyke’ had a better second half to her act. Turned out she didn’t.

That didn’t stop her from finishing her routine early and pausing and smiling at the crowd with a ‘and now for something different’ kind of look.

“I hear we have a couple of special guests in the crowd,” she said.

You groaned, knowing what had to be coming.

“You still out there, Australia, or were you too scared to go tete-a-tete with the Bull Dyke again?”

“Oh, I’m here,” Gemma called back. “Not that I enjoyed your set any more than last time. I see you still haven’t figured out how to talk about anything but pussy.”

“Nothing better to talk about,” Julie shot back, looking into the darkness without being able to see us. “Now, tell me this. Are you here with the same guy as last time?”

“You mean my stud of a boyfriend?” Gemma asked. “Yeah, of course he’s here.”

“Alright, so I’ve been thinking about this all week, Australia,” Julie said. “How many Aussie’s does it take to screw a fuckboy?”

“As many as want to hop on his dick,” Gemma said. “Are you trying to kink shame us or something?”

“What? No,” Julie said. “That’s not- It takes-”

“Hey, babe,” Sabrina said loudly, cutting Julie off. “You want to tell her about how we both sucked our boyfriend’s cock earlier, or should I?”

The crowd erupted in cheers and jeers.

Chapter 172

Julie never recovered, though she didn’t flop as hard as last time. Apparently, she’d learned that breaking down and just insulting and threatening the audience was frowned upon.

The host got her off stage, and Sabrina celebrated by kissing you and then turning your face to kiss Gemma as well. No one on stage, or most of the crowd, could see it but the people around you certainly could and the three of you got some Woos!

Things calmed down again, and by the time Tasha got called on stage your basket of fries was empty and the three of you were on the last sips of your beer.

When Tasha was announced, you and Gemma and Sabrina gave her the same welcoming applause as you had for Mosche, but you were matched by another group off in the darkness across the sitting area. Tasha got on stage, grinning and waving, and went into her set. She was a little looser than Mosche was, maybe a little more improvisational. The last time she’d been the clearly better performer, and maybe she still was, but her set didn’t hit quite as well as her’s did this time even though both you and her other friends tried to encourage her with laughs.

Then Tasha transitioned into talking about her friends, doing a little crowd work bouncing off of them - it went better for her, and obviously wasn’t rehearsed or else it would have sounded fake. Then she pivoted in your direction.

“Now, two weeks in a row a certain couple - or trio, I guess - have gotten into fights with the comics on this stage, but I like to think we had some good back and forth last time. How are you three doing out there in the darkness?”

“Better than ever,” Gemma called back.

“Good! Now, last time you gave us a little tease, and it’s had me thinking about Big Cocks. And believe me, my set isn’t going to turn into some Amy Schumer act, so stay with me folks. There’s another girl in the mix now so I want some corroborating evidence. Is he really as big as Australia claims?”

“He’s perfectly big,” Sabrina called back with a grin.

“Now that sounds too good to be true,” Tasha said. “I mean, I always thought it was a Glass Slipper kind of situation. Everyone’s vagina is supposed to be different, right? So perfect for one lady isn’t perfect for the rest. But now, here we are, with a ‘perfect cock’ right here in the audience.”

“You want some proof, Tasha?” Gemma called, to some cheers from the now tipsy and drunk crowd.

“Uh, hell yeah I do. But I don’t think that’s legal for a comedy club,” she joked.

Gemma stood up, opening her phone as she wove through the tables until she was next to the stage, and then made to show Tasha a picture but pulled it back quickly. “If I’m right, you need to send him a picture of your tits,” she said.

Tasha made a show of being shocked and fanning herself. But the crowd cheered, and she pretended to think about it before agreeing. “Fine. Tit Pic for Dick Pic, it’s fair.”

Gemma showed her the picture, and Tasha leaned down to take a look and her eyes went wide. “Holy fuck,” she said right into the microphone to a chorus of laughter from the audience. “Damn, girl. Or girls!? You both take that thing?”

“Hell yes we do,” Gemma said, then pulled her phone back and stepped back into the darkness.

“Gad dayum,” Tasha said, fanning herself again. “Well, there you have it, folks. You’ve heard of universal remotes and universally beloved celebrities. Now we know that there’s such thing as a Universal Cock.” Then she bowed towards you with her hands over her head in a worshipping gesture. “All hail the Universal Cock!”

“All hail the Universal Cock!” the crowd cheered.

“I’ve got the weirdest boner right now,” you whispered to Sabrina, who laughed and kissed you.

The rest of the show was going to take another hour, but you only stayed for one more comedian before the three of you decided to make your exit while the host was on stage. As you stepped out of the seating area and up into the bar area you saw several comics noticing you. Tasha and Mosche were standing at the bar, so they came over.

“You guys made my set,” Tasha said, gathering you into a group hug. “Thanks for saving my bacon.”

“Oh, you did fine,” Gemma assured her.

“Fine isn’t good enough,” Tasha countered, then she held up her phone. “And fair is fair. Or should I say, Tit for Tat?”

“You don’t need to, Tasha,” you said.

“No no no,” Tasha wagged a finger at you. “You’ve already seen them, so what’s a picture between friends?”

You glanced at Mosche, who just shrugged. “You have seen them before.”

Sabrina stepped in and gave Tasha your number, surprising you that she had it memorized, and soon you had a message pending on your phone. “And I’m just saying,” she followed up with a laugh and a wink. “I wouldn’t mind a tasteful dick pic in return.”

“You can get that from Mosche,” you said.

She turned to him. “You have dick pics of John?”

“What? No,” he sputtered, and all three of the girls started laughing.

“Hey!”

You all turned at the angry growl, finding Julie standing with her arms crossed and a big frown. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You weren’t looking into getting into a fight with an angry lesbian, and neither were Gemma and Sabrina. But both of your girlfriends also weren’t people to get run over, and after a week of stressing over Joy,, they were both a little wound up.

“What the fuck is wrong with us?” Sabrina asked. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Yeah, you put your hand over the fire again and got burned,” Gemma said. “Just because you think your tough shit doesn’t mean anything. If you can’t take shit, don’t try and dish it out.”

“Fuck you,” Julie said. “It’s my fucking job to crack jokes. You three assholes-”

Tasha had been waving over towards the bar, and a big black guy stepped out and stepped in front of Julie. “I’m sorry, folks,” he said. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave for the night. Is that alright?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded, looking up at the guy. “We were just on our way out and saying goodbye to the friends we came out to see.”

“That’s great, thanks for coming,” he said, then turned to Julie. “If you say one more word to these paying customers, I’m banning you for a month and you’ll have to work coat check for a year before you touch that stage again.”

Julie glowered, and pouted, but didn’t open her mouth. You felt had for her dentist with all the grinding she was doing.

“We’ll see you later, guys,” Gemma said, leaning in and giving Mosche and Tasha quick hugs. Sabrina waved, and you offered knuckles to Mosche for him to knock and then got a quick hug from Tasha.

You were outside in moments.

“OK, that was wild,” Sabrina said. “I’m calling an Uber, but I want to see that picture!”