OFG Ch 440-444 (Patreon)

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Chapter 440

You and Gemma wrapped up the Opening Statement over dinner and moved on to helping Eric finish up his motions with final checks. Other than a few word changes here or there they were actually fairly well written and you were surprised that Eric had it in him to write legalese that way.

That freed you all up to tackle the last of Sabrina’s checklists, helping her triple-check all of the information she’d outlined to make sure no decimal point had been accidentally shifted and every legal reference was solid.

You called it a night at almost 11 PM, the latest you’d ever worked at the office. It had been a productive day even with the bomb of Joy’s lawsuit hitting Sabrina, and you ended up ordering an Uber for you and the girls to take you back to your place. Mosche and the potential awkwardness be damned - Sabrina needed an evening to just relax before you got back to work Saturday morning again.

When you got to the apartment you performed the knocking ritual - there was no longer a risk of walking in on Mosche and Tasha in a compromising position, thankfully, but it was still Mosche living there and he could have been doing something alone. There wasn’t an answer though, and after waiting about twenty seconds you glanced at the girls and shrugged. “Guess he’s out,” you said.

He wasn’t out. As soon as you opened the door the sounds of sex drifted towards you. Thankfully Mosche wasn’t in the living area or the kitchen. It sounded like it was coming from the direction of his bedroom. Gemma and Sabrina were both surprised as you silently entered the apartment and shut the door behind you with a loud slam.

No hesitation in the sounds.

“Is he watching porn?” Gemma guessed.

The sounds coming out of his room were definitely pornographic in that fake sort of ‘Oh yeah baby, sooo big’ way. You gestured unknowingly, and Sabrina crept a little further into the apartment and looked around the corner towards Mosche’s bedroom, then came back. “The door is cracked open,” she said. “Should I go peak?”

“No,” you said at the same time Gemma said, “Yes.”

“No,” you repeated yourself, grabbing Sabrina by the arm and pulling her into a hug. “If it’s porn, you’d just be seeing Mosche wanking it or passed out with it still running. If it’s not porn then you’d be invading Iris’s privacy and she’s definitely not as ‘outgoing’ as Tasha was with getting caught.”

“Fine,” Sabrina sighed. “But if that’s the case, you better take me to your room, baby. Cause I don’t want to be the girl in this apartment not getting sexed up.”

Gemma snorted and smacked Sabrina’s butt. “What’s that make me then?”

“The girlfriend who rides my face?” Sabrina offered with a grin.

The girls headed for your room as you quickly went into the kitchen and grabbed some water bottles from the fridge and then followed them, the noises thankfully getting dimmer as you moved further away and dying out completely once you shut your bedroom door. Sabrina and Gemma were already getting changed, blouses and business skirts getting shed, and you stopped for a moment with a grin to watch. Gemma noticed you first as she was unhooking her bra and she gave you a chest wiggle as she stuck out her tongue at you playfully, and that got Sabrina to notice and she bent over at the waist as she pulled down her panties, giving you a great view of her ass getting revealed.

“I’m a lucky, lucky guy,” you chuckled as you set the water bottles down. They weren’t getting naked permanently, and as they started to pull on the comfortable shorts and sweatpants they wanted to lounge in for a bit you pulled out your phone and quickly shot off a couple of text messages before putting it down and stripping down yourself. You ended up in just a pair of shorts, while Gemma was wearing loose sweatpants and one of your T-shirts without a bra and Sabrina was wearing a tank top, also without a bra, and a pair of cotton shorts.

“Bed,” Gemma ordered her and then gestured for you to follow. The three of you ended up lying down, you on your back and the girls snuggled up on either side of you, but you were still over the covers. “OK,” Gemma said and then took a breath. “Today was a bad-good day, or a good-bad day. How are you feeling, love?”

Sabrina frowned a little and took a moment to formulate her answer. Your arms were around each of them and you rubbed her hip lightly. “I’m worried, but not overwhelmed,” Sabrina said. “If the DA’s office isn’t willing to press charges then I should probably be fine on the civil suit overall. I’m more worried about what it could do to my law school applications if it drags on. I’m also worried that it will reveal that John and I are together since that would be pretty relevant and we haven’t disclosed that, let alone all three of us. And I’m also worried that, if it goes on long enough, Joy and her Mom will overreach and find out about the OnlyFans and try to use that against me or put it in the public record somehow. Or just leak it online to hurt me, and us.”

“That’s a lot, and I’m so sorry you have to deal with it on your shoulders,” you said softly, still rubbing her hip. “We’re here for you.”

“I know,” Sabrina said, shifting a little closer to you as she hugged you.

“I just wish there was something we could do,” Gemma sighed, reaching over and stroking Sabrina’s cheek with her thumb. “That we could go on the attack somehow.”

“Other than a perfect murder, I don’t think we’ve got any options,” Sabrina smirked. “Anything else would be more likely to blow back on me, or us.”

“How hard would a murder really be?” Gemma asked with a playful smirk. “There is that show, ‘How to Get Away with Murder,’ right?”

“Nope,” you said. “Nuh-uh. Knowing you two, we’ll get three episodes in and you’ll have figured out your murderous plot and we are not becoming those people.”

“Fiiine,” Gemma sighed dramatically and then smiled and kissed your chest.

“Tempting though,” Sabrina said, scrunching her nose a little as she grinned. “If we’re not watching that show; Castle?”

You kissed the top of her head, and then Gemma’s, before getting up and crawling over the blonde to go fetch your laptop.

Chapter 441

Sabrina’s phone chirped with an incoming text notification and she groaned lightly as she rolled over to check it. The three of you had shifted on the bed to watch an episode or two of Castle, but you’d only made it halfway through the first episode. You were still sitting in between your two girlfriends but you were now propped up against the headboard, an arm around each of their waists as they snuggled against your shoulders.

“It’s Tasha,” Sabrina mumbled as she opened her text.

You reached forward and paused the episode, which got you a questioning look from Gemma but you just winked at her. That got you an even bigger eyebrow raise from the blonde, but she went along with it.

“Hey Sabrina,” Tasha said. She’d sent a video to her. “A little birdy- well, a big birdy with a fat dick, told me you had a bit of a rough day. I’m so sorry, hon. But I think I know how to cheer you up a little.”

“What did you do?” Sabrina asked, looking at you with a little smirk.

“Keep watching,” you said, and she turned back to her phone.

“Just FYI, Sabrina, you make every time I’m with you guys feel special. I love how giving you are, and now whenever I see you I get a little turned on because I know what a hot, horny woman you are. So I want you to know what thinking of you does to me.” Tasha’s face had been dominant on the screen, with a dark room behind her, but now she slowly moved the phone lower, revealing that she was topless and sitting on her bed. She used her free hand to grope her own tit and started to tweak her nipples. “My nipples are getting hard just thinking about you playing with my tits, Sabrina,” Tasha murmured quietly, adding in little moans here and there. “Seriously, it’s like I can feel that pretty little tongue of yours teasing around them, flicking them lightly because you’re such a sexy little tease. And I fucking love your little titties too - the way you groan when any of us get a nipple between our lips, and the way you like them to get a little roughed up. You’re so fucking hot.”

“Fuck,” Sabrina breathed out, biting her lip and doing just what Tasha was, using her free hand to grope herself through her shirt. Her nipples were already getting hard as well, poking out against the thin tank top. You grinned and leaned in, kissing her shoulder softly and then moving a little higher and kissing again.

“But that’s not the only thing I think about,” Tasha said in the video, and she started lowering the phone even more over her bare torso and belly button, and then down to her mound where a sparse little bit of pubic hair was starting to grow in. Then she went all the way, her legs spread, showing off her pussy. All three of you were intimately familiar with it, but just seeing it on the screen was hot. Especially since it looked like she was already slick and turned on. “Look at my slutty little pussy, Sabrina,” Tasha moaned. “It wants your tongue in it so bad. Seriously, girl, you do magic with that tongue. And your fingers. John’s pretty good, and Gemma is fun, but you eat pussy like it’s- I don’t even know. Fuck, I’m so horny just thinking about it.”

She used her free hand to spread her pussy lewdly, giving a clear look at her inner workings and the dark little hole of her entrance. It was deliciously pink and looked ready for fucking.

“Fuck, I want you on top of me,” Tasha moaned. “Eating me out. We could 69, and I could get my lips on your pretty little pussy too. And John and Gemma could do their own thing for a bit as I get you all to myself, and then they could come over and fuck us with John’s big dick and Gemma wearing a strap-on, and we’d keep sucking on our little clits until we both came so hard.”

Sabrina squirmed, lifting her butt and pushing down her cotton shorts so she could get her fingers on her pussy, starting to rub herself as she moaned and didn’t take her eyes off of the video. Tasha had started teasing her clit as well, still spreading herself.

“I want to feel you dribble that sexy squirt on my face, Sabrina,” Tasha moaned. “And then watch John fill up your pussy from up close, and when he pulls out I’d dive in and suck it out of you. Fuuuck.” She raised the phone back up her body, bringing it right to her face. “I want you so bad, Sabrina. I can’t wait for Wednesday and having more fun with you. I love your face, sexy. I hope this picks you up.” She blew a kiss at the camera and then the video stopped.

“God, that’s not faaaair,” Sabrina laughed as she frigged her pussy slowly. She turned to you and punched your arm with her free hand. “We could have just video called and she wouldn’t have had to stop. Now I’m all kinds of horny, you asshole, amazing, loving doofus.”

“Doofus?” you chuckled, catching her hand as she went to smack your arm again and pulling her into a kiss.

“Yes, doofus,” she said when she pulled away after a good, long smooch. “Get your cock out. Gemma, baby, I’m gonna need-”

Her phone chirped again. Sabrina gave you a look, and then Gemma, and she slowly picked it up.

“Hey babe,” Becks said. “John texted and said you were stressed over the whole Joy thing. She’s a piece of shit and you deserve all good things, not that crap. And I think I know by now what will help pick up your mood.”

“Fuck,” Sabrina laughed, pausing the video. She looked at you. “Thank you, baby. Seriously.”

“I love you, Sabrina,” you said.

“I do too,” Gemma said, grinning as she climbed over your legs to squeeze in on Sabrina’s other side. “Now scooch over, I didn’t even get to watch the Tasha one.”

Becks gave a similar show, but instead of in bed, she was sitting on the couch in her living room and had a vibrator with her. By the time it was over, and Gemma got to watch the Tasha one over again, Sabrina was moaning and had her tank top off and you had taken over teasing her pussy and nipples.

“Fuck me,” Sabrina begged. “I want to feel you both all over me.”

“That’s the plan, I think,” Gemma said with a grin and she pulled off her shirt, freeing her tits and pulling Sabrina’s face down to them. “Tonight is ‘Fuck Sabrina Unconscious’ night, I think.”

“That definitely sounds like a plan to me,” you chuckled.

Sabrina just lifted her hand and gave a thumbs up since her mouth was occupied with Gemma’s tit.

Chapter 442

“OK,” Gemma said as she gave you an exhausted high five. “Plan successful.”

You snorted softly and chuckled, looking down at Sabrina as she lay peacefully, her mouth open as she breathed in a sweaty, exhausted mess. She was asleep, her last orgasm having knocked her out. Her cheeks were still red from the light slapping, and her tits were covered in red marks from the hard squeezing and pinching. Her ass was reddened as well. She had a couple of new hickeys on her inner thighs. Her pussy was a slick mess, a little beat up from the rough sex and fingering. The only reason it wasn’t dripping cum was because Gemma had slurped your load out of her while also fingering her butt.

Brushing Sabrina’s hair from her face, you gently kissed her forehead and she smacked her lip in response.

“Yep,” you said. “She’s out. Help me get her tucked in?”

Gemma nodded and the two of you got Sabrina onto her side, curled up as she hugged a pillow, and then tucked her in under the sheets. Then Gemma turned to you. “That was a lot, but do you have anything left for me, love?”

You had to chuckle again. “Four nights in a row, two of those nights a friend joined us, plus the Becca thing that one morning. Any mere mortal man would fail you, Gemma, but I am no mere mortal man.”

Gemma rolled her eyes and pushed you lightly by your chest until you were laying down on the bed, and she dropped her head low, licking her way up your cock. It more than likely still tasted of Sabrina, and partially of herself since you’d dipped into her a few times during the fuckfest to feed the taste to Sabrina. You were half-hard but groaned softly as she looked up at you as she licked the underside ridge of your cock head. Her thick blonde hair was all pulled over to one side in wavy, sweaty curls and her eyes were pure love.

There wasn’t any need for words as Gemma wrapped her lips around your cock and started to suck you hard again. It didn’t take long at all for you to respond, and soon she had your cock standing proud as she teased you with kisses and licks and nibbles. Then she kissed lower, pressing your legs a little further apart as she laid down on her stomach fully and gave your balls a bit of attention as well, rolling them between her lips and tongue before popping off with a little suction.

“Ready?” she asked me quietly as she smiled with a serene aura, looking at me around my cock.

“Whenever you are, love,” you said.

Her smile didn’t move as she climbed up your body and got herself into position, straddling your waist and reaching between you to move your cock in place. Instead of sitting down on it though she groaned, her lips pursing and her eyebrows knotting together as the spongy head of your cock brushed back and forth through her labia, grinding against her clit and then teasing against her entrance and back.

“Fuck, Gemma,” you moaned.

“I love that feeling, John,” she sighed. “Just having you touching me like this.”

You reached up and cupped her tits, sliding your thumbs beneath her cleavage along the crease between breast and torso. She groaned again and you pulled her tits to your lips, softly suckling on a nipple.

She sat down onto your cock in a long, slow movement and then started to grind you inside of her. You remained like that for a long time, slowly fucking at each other with rotations of your hips. No bouncing, ass-clapping, thrusts. Just loving and grinding as you touched each other all over and made out.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. “You did a good job with Sabrina tonight.”

“Thanks,” you whispered back, running your hands up and down her bare, sweaty back as she pressed her chest to yours. “And I love you too.”

She smiled, the feel of it against your ear a little tickle, and then she sighed softly and her breath washed over your neck. “I want you in my ass, love,” she said.

“Me on top, or you?”

“Me, I think,” she said. Then she sat up slowly and sighed as she pulled off of your cock. She wasn’t going far though, she just turned around and sat back on it as you watched it spread her pussy lips in a lewd, beautiful display. Then she reached back and spread her butt cheeks. “Finder it a little, love. Get me ready.”

You sucked on a couple of your fingers to get them spitty and then slowly started applying them to Gemma’s asshole, teasing her at first with just a little light pressure before getting one and then two inside her. You were still kind of amazed at the feeling of Gemma’s ass - you’d been in the butts of five women now, which was a little wild in and of itself, but Gemma’s was the one that felt like it wasn’t a nasty act. Anal with Gemma felt as natural as regular sex. She didn’t even hiss or flinch in discomfort really anymore before she got used to it.

It was a silent transition from fingers to cock. Gemma felt ready and shifted, pulling off your cock and fingers at the same time, and then pivoted her hips a little and used one hand to make sure your cock was in position and sat back down on it slowly. Three quick up-and-downs had you buried deep into her, your cock stretching her ass deliciously. And then she started rocking just like before, grinding you inside of her hot, tight hole as it squeezed and massaged you.

Gemma eventually leaned back towards you and you helped her down until you were wrapping your arms around her, holding her lovingly as she used her feet planted on the bed and her hips to bounce on your cock just a little.

“Will this get you there?” she asked you.

“For sure,” you grunted.

“Do it, love,” she murmured. “Fill my ass. God, I’ve had like a dozen little mini-orgasms. I’m good. I don’t need a big one. Give me that cum, love. I want to feel your love so bad.”

It didn’t take much longer for you to groan, reaching down and fingering her pussy as you felt your balls ache before they unleashed in a warm wave of ecstasy. Gemma moaned in unison with you, not orgasming but just riding your pleasure with you. Your breath came heavy and hot and you buried your nose in her hair, letting the smell of her fill your senses.

When it was over Gemma rolled away from you, your cock having gone soft quickly after the long exertion with Sabrina and followed by the slow fuck with Gemma. She turned over and kissed your cheek, murmuring her love for you, before climbing over you and off the bed. You watched with half-closed eyes as she took out the wipes that the girls had stashed in the nightstand and cleaned herself up, then pulled on a pair of panties in case of any further leakage. Then she climbed back over you and slipped under the covers.

Soon you were spooning Gemma, one arm under the pillow and the other around her holding a breast, as she hugged Sabrina from behind in the little spoon position.

Life might be complicated. But it was also so, so good.

Chapter 443

Sabrina groaned a little and sat back, chewing her mouthful of pancake. “OK,” she said. “You were right. Stopping was a good choice.”

You smirked a little as you watched your brunette girlfriend enjoy the carby, sugary goodness of the diner pancakes. When the three of you had woken up that morning she’d been a little wound up because she wanted to get to work. The super-sex session had been like therapy for her and she was energised. The problem was that you and Gemma were more mellowed out than energised.

And none of you had necessarily wanted to stick around that morning to see if Iris had slept over with Mosche. The girls had filled you in on their brief washroom trip with her at the Comedy Club on Thursday and they had reconfirmed what you all thought already - she was kind of shy, but sweet, and wasn’t as sure of things with Mosche as he seemed to think they were. She hadn’t outright said that, so they might have interpreted her wrong, but both Gemma and Sabrina were fairly sure of their reading.

The decision not to eat breakfast in meant you either needed to head over to Sabrina’s immediately or go out to eat. Sabrina had felt the faster you got to her place, the faster you could get to work. Your argument to eat out had been seconded by Gemma.

“How are you feeling now, baby?” Gemma asked. They were sitting next to each other in the booth while you sat opposite them, and Gemma looped an arm around Sabrina to pull her into a side hug.

“Better,” Sabrina said. “Much better. You guys really outdid yourselves last night, and I need to send some thank yous to Tash and Becks. Who knew I could get rid of my anxiety but getting it fucked out of me?”

“Shhh,” you chuckled, glancing around to see if anyone else was listening. Thankfully the place wasn’t too busy at 9 AM on a Saturday morning - you had a feeling the rush came a little earlier for the Up And At ‘Em crowd and a little later for the Lazy Saturday folks.

“Sorry,” Sabrina said, giving a little chagrined smile. “One thing I’m disappointed about is missing Booty Time though.”

Gemma rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t some big thing. It was more of an intimate moment.”

“And those make my heart go wild, seeing you two like that,” Sabrina said. “Honestly, I love seeing you two in love.”

“Well, I love seeing you two in love,” you said.

“Same,” Gemma grinned. “OK. So we’re all in love, we love each other being in love, but we’ve got work to do today.”

“Right,” you said and looked at Sabrina. “You’re the boss on this, baby. What do we need to get done?”

“For the Trial, we’ve got everything put together and just need to do some organisation so our flow is good. Make sure we have all the right documents available and labelled and such. Then we need to do our big ‘If we were the other side’ read to check we haven’t missed anything. Other than that it’s just deciding who does the opening statement and then practising it so it feels like it flows naturally.”

“I vote John,” Gemma said.

“I actually vote you, baby,” Sabrina said, looking at Gemma.

You snorted a little. “I was going to vote you, Sabrina. You’re the project lead, you deserved to either kick it off or close it out.”

“I’ll close it out,” Sabrina said. “I think you should do it, Gemma. You have a great voice and can set the tone for us, and if the other side goes big and brash you’re stubborn enough to keep to our plan and sink them on looking unprofessional.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” you said. “We also don’t know who is going to be acting as the Judge, but I think it’s an easy bet that your accent will keep them paying attention even with our slow and methodical approach.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I’m the ear candy of the group?” Gemma asked with a smirk.

“You’re the eye candy too,” Sabrina grinned. “Unless the judge is a straight woman, then it’s John.”

That made you snort softly.

“OK,” Gemma agreed. “I wrote more than half the damn thing, so I guess I’ll say it. But I don’t want you two laughing at me while I’m practising.”

“We’ll be too busy doing the reading,” Sabrina said. “And we’d never laugh at you. Just with you.”

“I’ll laugh at you,” you said with a grin. “But only because I love you.”

Gemma rolled her eyes and turned to Sabrina. “Anything else we need to get done?”

“Yes,” Sabrina sighed. “When we’re taking our breaks, John and I need to film a couple of quick scenes. I came up with some simple ideas that shouldn’t take too long - like ten minutes each on screen, so like twenty-to-thirty to film with setup and everything.”

“Do I need to help?” Gemma asked.

“Nope,” Sabrina shook her head. “They’ll be PoVs, so John will record them on my phone. You can work quietly off-screen… unless you want to watch.”

Gemma smirked and you chuckled. “Of course she’ll want to watch,” you said. “The question is if she can resist or not.”

“Alright, challenge accepted,” Gemma laughed. “I’ll work through them both and not look at you once.”

“Ooh, what’s the bet?” Sabrina asked. “What do we get if you do?”

Gemma quirked her lips to the side, thinking about it. “Um,” she said. Then she blew out her breath. “DP?”

“I do love that look on your face,” you grinned.

“Done,” Sabrina agreed. “What do you want if you somehow manage to win, which won’t possibly happen because we’re too sexy and you love us too much not to look?”

Gemma snorted. “An hour-long, non-sexual massage from both of you,” she said.

“Really?” you asked.

“Non-sexual?” Sabrina said, scrunching up her face.

“It can turn sexual after the hour,” Gemma laughed. “But for one hour I want you both rubbing me down and massaging every inch of my body.”

“Agreed,” you said, holding out a hand to her. She shook it with a grin, then shook Sabrina’s.

“Jokes on you, I never told you what the scene ideas were,” Sabrina said.

“Oh, no,” you and Gemma both groaned at the same time.

“For the first one I’m going to dress up as a clown,” Sabrina said. “I’ve got the big red honky nose and the big shoes and everything.”

“There’s no fucking way,” Gemma laughed.

“No,” Sabrina giggled. “But now I do need to up my game. Good job, guys, I’m going to be distracted all morning.”

“Oh, shush,” Gemma said, taking Sabrina’s hand and kissing her knuckles sweetly. “Work first, then work-play later.”

“Yes, Mommy,” Sabrina smirked.

“Don’t you dare start that,” Gemma said, giving her a little glare that made both you and Sabrina laugh.

Chapter 444

“I’m texting Eric,” you sighed. “Just to make sure he knows where we’re at.”

“OK,” Sabrina said. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, half a dozen documents piled around her as she chewed on the end of a pencil. “Ask him if he can get together sometime tomorrow afternoon for final planning. We’ll make dinner.”

“Here?” you asked.

That got her to look up and then hesitate. “Um,” she said, looking around. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest it had ever been, and her camera equipment was out. “We can’t do Gemma’s because of Lucy. Do you think we could do yours?”

“I’ll text Mosche to see if he’ll be in or out tomorrow, and hint it would be great if he could give us a few hours,” you said.

“Thank you,” Sabrina nodded.

You started your texting, using it as a break from skimming documents. On the bright side, after all your keyword searching while digitising and sorting files at the internship, you were pretty fast at skimming both physical and digital copies for content. The downside was the sheer number of documents included in the resource package for the mock trial.

“Ugh,” Gemma grunted as she came out of Sabrina’s bedroom. She’d been pacing as she read through the opening statement you’d put together with her, repeating it out loud to get it down.

“Which part?” you asked.

“The paragraph about how our client feels for the troubles of the plaintiff, but is bound to the contractual limitations around the payout,” Gemma said. “It just sounds kind of… evil, coming out of my mouth? Like ‘Thoughts and Prayers’ shit. And I know it’s literally true because not following the contracts down to the letter would open up so many issues, but it’s also like - the company has so much money.”

“Holy fuck,” Sabrina blurted out.

“What?” Gemma asked. “Am I being that soft?”

“No,” Sabrina said, standing up and starting to pace herself as she flipped back and forth between two different pages. “Just- Let me read a second.”

You and Gemma looked at each other, raising your eyebrows as you waited for Sabrina to piece together whatever she’d found. Gemma pursed her lips, and you gestured for her to come over to you at the kitchen table. She did, sitting on your lap and looping an arm around your shoulder for stability as she leaned in and kissed you softly.

“OK,” Sabrina said, coming over and thrusting the papers she was holding. “Read this paragraph. And then read this one on this page.”

You held the document as you and Gemma started reading. It was from the depositions of the witnesses of the accidents and seemed like just a general eyewitness account. Then, when Gemma nodded that she’d finished as well, you flipped to the other page. Another deposition, another account. Some of the details were different, but that was sort of to be expected in eyewitness testimony.

“I don’t get it,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m not seeing what you’re seeing, love,” Gemma said.

“The first one is the deposition of Mr Garret Smith,” Sabrina said. “He’s one of the first people who got deposed because he was identified in the police reports as one of the people to call it into 911. His account of things lands more on our side, with the signs of erratic driving right before the accident, and he performed CPR as a first aid responder before the ambulances arrive so he comes across as a really reliable witness. The other account is from Doctor Vivian Brookes, and lands on the other side, saying there wasn’t any erratic driving or anything. But here’s the thing - they were both in the same car.”

You blinked. “What?”

“How?” Gemma asked.

“It was buried in the witness profiles,” Sabrina said. “Garret Smith is going through a rough divorce with his wife but was only separated a month after the date of the accident. Dr Vivian Brookes is also listed as separated, but not that she’s going through a divorce. There’s no way to know that they were in the same car except-” She flipped the document back to Smith’s deposition. “For this one line here where he mentions leaving his wife in the car and being frustrated that she wouldn’t come help even though she had medical training. I think Vivian was the wife, and she changed her story just to spite Garret and not let him look like a hero.”

“Well… shit,” Gemma said. “If it’s true, we can straight up nuke Vivian as a reliable witness.”

“And she’s pretty much their strongest eyewitness to the actual crash,” Sabrina said. “I mean, who expects the Doctor to lie under oath? Or to refuse to do first aid when her husband goes to help?”

“OK, we already have Smith on our witness list, and assume Dr Brookes will be on theirs,” you said. “Let’s note that we need to develop a new line of questioning for Brookes and keep going. If they hid one thing, there’s bound to be others. We just need to make sure we aren’t chasing red herrings.”

“Good job, baby,” Gemma said, standing up from your lap and grabbing Sabrina, pulling her into a kiss. “That’s awesome work.”

“Thanks,’ Sabrina grinned, grabbing Gemma’s butt and giving it a teasing squeeze. “Now, how about we wordsmith that ‘evil’ paragraph?”

The three of you got back to work, and you started looking more closely at where the inconsistencies were. The root of the case really came down to the clauses in the actual insurance contracts, so you focused on the names and circumstances to make sure they were airtight.

“I found a problem,” you sighed, your heart dropping as you triple-checked the names involved.

Gemma and Sabrina had been sitting over on the couch, having finished the rewording issue and making sure it flowed well into the next paragraph as Gemma read it out loud. “What is it?” Sabrina asked.

“I’m pretty sure Jacobs’ insurance contract is brokered by his brother-in-law,” you said. “The contract itself is pretty airtight, but they can make a case that Jacobs just signed whatever was put in front of him trusting a relative and didn’t know about the extra stipulations he signed on to so that his rates could get reduced.”

“Shit,” Sabrina said.

“Hold on, that might not matter,” Gemma said, standing up and heading to grab her laptop from the bedroom. “It’s a line of attack on us for sure, but if we can set up the right defence we could probably neutralise it. It shouldn’t be that hard to find some case law about having acknowledged you’ve read the Terms of Service without actually reading it.”

“Good idea,” you said. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, love,” Gemma said with a grin. “You keep looking for those loopholes, I’ll do the research.”

“God, I love you two,” Sabrina said from her spot on the couch.

“How long before you need to take a break and film?” Gemma asked with a smile.

“Any time now, probably?” Sabrina hedged and then looked at you. “Need a fuck-break, baby?”

“Let me finish going through the contracts,” you said with a laugh. “And I’ll be ready for whatever you want to throw at me.”

“Clown nose and shoes it is!” Sabrina grinned.