The OF Girl Ch. 621-630

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes sexting, a workplace quickie with some exhibitionism, an Eric saga, and the start of an MFF threesome.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.

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Chapter 621

You took some time that afternoon, while Sabrina and Eric were finally more focused on work than talking through his love life, to start looking up news articles about the whole Tommy situation.

What you found was... a little shocking.

First, Moscheactually got the story fairly correct as much as you could tell.

Tommy Tiernan had been doing a Masters in Philosophy, and he'd been murdered in what was suspected to be a professional hit gone wrong. The news articles made a point of showing how much Tommy looked like the son of a local mob boss - since you weren't from the city the name wasn't recognizable to you - and that even the police had thought Tommy had been the guy right up until they went to give notice to the father and the son answered the door, alive and well.

The articles went on to acknowledge that Tommy had, in fact, simply been out for a walk in the city when he'd been attacked. He'd been shot five times at close range by the assailant and had likely been dead within moments. They didn't mention if he'd had THC or anything else in his system, but considering he'd been pretty clearly murdered and not in an accident, that probably wouldn't have mattered much to the cops or coroner.

You tried looking for any news of the case moving forward, but other than a small, buried article about 'Assassin Still At Large' a couple of months later, there didn't seem to be any follow-up from the media. Then, pushing your luck on how long you were durdling around instead of getting work done, you did some more research on the guy Tommy was supposed to be.

'Entitled Asshole Nitwit' was where you landed, only because you weren't sure where 'Criminal' should have fit into the description grammatically. The guy seemed to have been in the news perennially for getting into very public fights, getting into accidents with expensive cars, and an early possession charge that sounded an awful lot like it had been knocked down from possession with intent to distribute based on the writing of the journalist.

You compiled the links to the most interesting and thorough articles and saved them to send to the girls... soon. Gemma was asleep, after all, and it wouldn't be fair to tell Sabrina first, would it?

Sabrina looked over at you suspiciously when you coughed and covered your mouth to stop from snickering.

Then you got back to work... for about thirty minutes before you got a text.

A very explicit text.

'Hey John. I would like to sext with you and then send screenshots to my paypigs. Are you available?'

To be fair, it was explicit in its request, not its content.

That got you coughing though and you had to clear your throat.

"John?" Sabrina asked.

"You OK, man?" Eric asked.

"Yep," you croaked, nodding and waving them off. "Fine. I'm fine."

"Well someone texted yousomething," Sabrina said, half closing her laptop as she raised an eyebrow at you from across the conference table. "And Gemma's asleep." She made a grabby hand at you, asking for your phone.

You'd already been planning on double-checking with her on how to answer Maeve, so you put your phone on the table and slid it over to her. She picked it up and checked the message, snorting and smirking. "That'sso her," she said.

"What's so who?" Eric asked.

"No one," you said.

"Aw, come on," he complained. "I told you guys, like, so much."

"It's a friend of ours," Sabrina said. "Who is overseas. She's asking if she can send him some... explicit stuff."

"Wait, sheasked?" Eric asked. "She didn't just send you titty pics or something?"

"She's very blunt, and pays attention to consent," Sabrina murmured as she was typing on your phone. You'd only find out what she was sending once she passed it back, but you had a feeling you knew the general gist of what she would say.

"So... what's she going to send?" Eric asked.

"I'm not comfortable sharing that," you said before Sabrina could answer.

Your girlfriend rolled your eyes at you and sighed, then looked at Eric. "He's so prudish in very specific ways," she chuckled.

"Yeah, so prudish," you snorted. "Protecting the privacy of my friends."

Sabrina shrugged, sliding your phone back over to you. "That's fair, I guess," she said, then looked at Eric again. "Do as I say, not as I do, young grasshopper. You probably should keep things a little more private."

"What? Youasked me for the details!"

"Yeah, but I didn't need them to help," Sabrina smirked.

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you checked your messages to see what Sabrina had said to Maeve.

'Hey M. It's Sabrina. Go wild, babe. We're stuck in the office and Gemma sent him a pic of her titties earlier so he's a little wound up already with no chance for relief : P'

'Also you're fuckin' gorgeous and we miss you already! Have fun!'

As you were reading and sighing internally, Maeve responded.

'Thank you, Sabrina. It would be nice to see you guys again too. Having sex with you was really great.'

That made you chuckle a little. Classic Maeve.

Chapter 622

By the end of the work day, you were uncomfortable. Physically.

Mostly because your cock had been hard for a couple of hours, trapped in your briefs and slacks, the tenting hidden by the conference table as you went back and forth between working on dry document work and absolutely filthy sexting with a beautiful, autistic British woman who had almost no inhibitions when she felt safe.

"You OK?" Sabrina asked you with a little smirk as she closed her laptop.

"Yep," you said. "Just, uh, want to get this one thing done before I sign off for the day."

It hadn't exactly been helpful, to your work or to the sexting, when Mr Garrison had come by to check in on the three of you and spent fifteen minutes just kind of shooting the shit. Maybe he'd gotten tired of talking with the other partners, or maybe he'd noticed your group productivity had been lower today and he was either checking in on you or just trying to boost your spirits or something.

What it did was make you feel self-conscious about your boner. Said boner, however, didn't seem to give a fuck.

It probably had something to do with the super explicit roleplay with Maeve - she was using it to tease the hell out of at least one of the guys who sent her money to basically be denied sex with her, so she'd been abit much. Even for your current sexting standards with Sabrina and Gemma.

First had been the logistics; were you OK to receive pictures? (Yes) Could you send any? (No) How long could you reasonably keep up the sexting? (A few hours) Would you prefer to roleplay with her being the dominant, you being the dominant, or something more mutual? (Mutual - you had the feeling either of you being more dominant would either be odd for you or ruin the image of her being powerful to her simps) In that case, are you a casual hookup, or something more?

That one you looped Sabrina in on quickly and the two of you suggested going with the truth with just a touch of more 'what if?' and making it sound like you were going to meet up with Maeve sometime sooner than 'I dunno, maybe one day.' The Brit had agreed.

Then came the roleplay intro, with Maeve playing the casually bored college student stuck in on a Monday night, and you were the casually bored-at-work college student (with a big dick) getting internationally booty called.

OK, so the scenario wasn't exactly realistic in that last bit. And you still felt like the girls overdid it with how big they said your dick was. It wasabove average but it wasn'tmassive by any means. Especially not in the porn world. Then again, the pictures you'd taken with Emma the afternoon before had been maximizing camera angles, so maybe there were more 'above average' dicks in porn than there were massive anyways.

She started with a casual'R u at work still?' and some scene-setting banter about time zones between the UK and the US, then opened things up with a selfie lying on a couch in what you guessed was her apartment. Her curly brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail but several strands were (accidentally on purpose?) loose and framing her face. Her makeup was done in her usual half-gothy style that gave her an alt vibe without going full emo or goth, and she was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses along with dark burgundy lipstick. She was wearing a loose crop top that barely covered her breasts, the bottom curves just showing in the shadow under it in a hinting tease and her nipples making little tents accented by the lamp casting light down from behind her.

After that came a string of 'roleplay' that you really couldn't be sure where the 'story' ended and the real stuff began, because she was talking about how she was thinking about the sex you'd had pretty much every day, getting graphic about how she would touch herself. She didn't explicitly say that it had been group sex with your two girlfriends and another woman, but shedid talk about some of the positions the two of you had fucked in.

You played things back fairly straight, though you had to fudge a little about how often you'd thought about her - ithad been a pretty busy week between Gemma leaving, Emma visiting, the waterpark with Becks and Tasha, and now living with Sabrina. There hadn't exactly been a lot of time where you'd been left horny and with time to daydream. For the most part though you were able to use those same experiences with Maeve to remind her how attractive you found her, both her body and her mind. And how she'd felt in your hands.

'You mean these tits?' she escalated when you mentioned you loved how wonderfully soft and jiggly her breasts were, and how mauling them with your hands had made her moan. She wasn'tquite flashing in the picture, artfully pulling the middle of her crop top up to show off the bulging cleavage of her breasts while her nipples andmost of her puffy areolas were covered by the shirt still.

'Not sure, tough to recognise them when they're in disguise like that : P' you sent her back.

For all that Maeve wasn't much for innuendo in real life, and was pretty blunt, she was also good at crafting a flirtatious story and you wondered at how she managed those paypigs of hers, giving them the narratives that they seemed to crave.

She sent you another pic, this time of her fully flashing, her nipples already getting firm as she cupped one boob while she took her selfie with the other. Things progressed from there, more photos getting sent to you as she slowly disrobed. Her soft stomach, her mound with her shorts and panties pulled down, just covering her lips. Then her shorts off, just panties. Then the panties pulled tight, her labia spilling over the sides lewdly. Finally, her pussy in full, glistening a little with arousal, panties pulled to the side.

You knew she wasn't sendingevery text to her intended audience - the goal was to tease him/them. She'd explained that ahead of time. So she was either going to selectively screenshot the conversation with the really revealing stuff just offscreen, or censor it. Apparently censoring was a big thing because it was a massive tease toalmost show herself off.

By the time the end of the day came around Maeve had worked through fingering herself and moved up to using toys. She'd even used the fifteen-minute break while you couldn't text to play up the 'God damn you're keeping me waiting for you when I'm so horny' element, telling you how she wouldn't put up with that from anyone other than you. Sucking the lifelike dildo came first, then teasing her pussy with it as she pulled her legs way back and showed off her perfect little butthole.

"I'll tell her you're done," Sabrina smirked as she stood up.

"Wait, that's been going on the whole time?" Eric asked, already packed up and ready to leave - Sabrina had convinced him to ask Beth out on another date that night so he'd have a chance to fix his 'casual' mistake.

"None of your business," you said.

"Absolutely, she's kind of got the hots for him in a big way," Sabrina smirked.

"Whaaaat?" Eric asked. "How? Why? When? Does Gemma know?"

"Just... never mind," you sighed, making your girlfriend laugh.

She grabbed Eric and pulled him out of the conference room. "Just stay and get that work done, baby," she said to you as they left. And then she winked.

Oh, no, you groaned to yourself. Why did she wink?

Chapter 623

'Thanks for agreeing to help with that,' Maeve texted you, ending the roleplay. Sabrina must have told her that you were done working like she'd said she would. You were still in the conference room, the halls out in the office already having gotten quiet as at least half the staff headed out on time for the day. That wink from Sabrina had you worried about theother half who were working late though.

'My pleasure, Maeve,' you sent her back.'Also my pain, because I'm rock hard and can't do anything about it just yet.'

'I'd take care of it for you if I could,' she replied.'Where do you want your cut sent?'

That made you stop and blink.'My cut?' you asked.

'Of what our little show brought in. You participated, you should get a cut. I was thinking 15% since I was the one showing nudes and managing everything. But there's also a tip that's supposed to go to you.'

"Uuuuuhmmm," you said out loud, staring down at your phone and not sure what to do with this.

'I don't need a cut, Maeve. I really was just happy to help.'

'John, you are being honourable since we didn't have a contract, but I take this seriously,' she replied.'You provided a service today, and deserve to be compensated. If I could ACTUALLY pay you back sexually right now I would, but even then I would still pay you out your cut.'

You groaned, shaking your head.'I don't know how I feel about taking money from your pay pigs.'

Then she sent you a screenshot of a PayPal payment pending a recipient for $12,773 USD.'15% plus a £5k tip because one of the pay pigs wants you to fly first class here to satisfy my needs. Don't be daft, John.'

Twelve thousand dollars - almost thirteen - for three hours of sexting where you hadn't even been sending pictures back to her.

You knew the math and budgeting behind Sabrina's business. She was making much more than this in a month now, and you were helping withthat with the clear agreement that you were benefiting in the future from it. Therewas no contract between the two of you because of your relationship; which was fucking stupid from a legal perspective. But over $12,000 would go a long way to subsidizing the expenses you'd racked up over the summer dating two girls while living in the city on internship pay - you weren'tbroke but you were definitely a college student, even with Sabrina often playing 'Sugar Momma' for you and Gemma.

'I know you can't fly out here any time soon, you don't need to worry about that,' Maeve sent when you didn't respond quickly.

You sighed and shook your head, then sent her your email address for your PayPal.

'Good boy,' she replied, then quickly typed another message.'Sorry, I didn't mean to treat you like one of them. Thank you for understanding my position.'

'I appreciate you, Maeve. Thank you.'

"Still texting her?" Sabrina asked, making you jump in your seat because you'd been so engrossed in your phone that you hadn't heard her approach the door to the conference room.

"Yeah, but not the same content," you said.

Your girlfriend gave you a curious look and you slid your phone across the table to her. She nabbed it and scanned the conversation, starting to smirk and then snorting and glancing up. "You manwhore."

That made you chuckle and roll your eyes, and then your phone vibrated in her hand as another text came in.

"She says you're welcome, and that she's going to go fuck herself with the dildo now," Sabrina said quietly so no one could overhear, grinning with her eyes. "God, if she made that much off of 3 hours, maybe I should ask to see the screenshots she sent to those guys. I could offer side content for people who want that extra teasing experience."

You shrugged broadly. "I've got no clue if that would work or not, but it might be worth a shot."

She came around the conference table, sitting down on it next to you and handing your phone back. "Feel weird?" she guessed.

"Sort of," you nodded.

"Still got a boner?"

"Not until she mentioned what she was going to go do now," you mumbled.

Sabrina snorted and smirked, then shut your laptop for you. "Come on," she said. "We need to get you taken care of."

That made you sigh. "What doesthat mean? It's our last week, I'd rather not take any more risks and ruin things at the finish line."

"It'll befine," she said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. "Ipromise."

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"Hey, Mister Boss," Becks said as you entered the little meeting room on the first floor of the building. It wasn't the same one that you, Sabrina and Gemma had used earlier in the summer when things had still been up in the air with how you were going to handle your not-yet-relationship (if only you could have known how wild things would get back then), but you thought it might have been the one where the three of you had written the mock LSATs when Garrison started taking your mentorship seriously.

And Becks was sitting up on the front of the bare desk, facing the door. Her blouse was open to her belly button, her cleavage looking fantastic in a black lace bra. As Sabrina shut the door behind you, Becks uncrossed her legs, flashing you her pantyless crotch, and crossed them again. Her warm, tan legs were clad in thigh-high stockings that ended under her skirt.

You gulped.

Chapter 624

"Fill me up," Becks moaned into your ear. "Fucking come deep inside me, John. I'm having dinner with Tash tonight and I can give her some of our cream pie dessert before we go out."

Becks might not have spent as much time with you as your girlfriends, but she'd definitely learned how to encourage you over the finish line.

The sex was hot and fast. She'd been ready for you already, and only a cursory blowjob from Sabrina had you slick and ready to plunge into her. You'd peeled one of her stockings off at the start and tied it like a gag around her head, making her laugh warmly and grin, but it had done the job and muffled her moans as the two of you had fucked with her on the edge of the desk. The meeting room door was, hopefully, thick enough to block the sound of your thighs clapping against each other.

She'd orgasmed first when you manhandled her tits through her lace bra before scooping them out and pinching both of her nipples. The gag had done its job, mostly, but you'd finished the muffling of her groan by kissing her spread lips. Then she'd pulled the gag off and tossed it at Sabrina, who was leaning with her back against the wall, one hand down the front of her pants as she played with herself, watching the two of you fuck.

You wanted to get Becks off again, but you both knew you were close as hell. Hell, you wanted to pull out, flip her over and give her a thorough fucking in at least two more positions - she deserved great sex and you knew missionary wasn't her favourite. And yet her pussy was greedy, and her tits were bouncing as she squeezed her forearms to make them pop forward a bit as she held onto your shoulders, and the look in her eyes told you she knew this was meant to be quick relief, not a marathon.

Then she told you to fill her up, and you grunted and drove deep into her, making her gasp.

"Wait, you're having dinner with Tasha?" Sabrina interrupted. "Are you guys going on a date?!"

"Fuck," Becks laughed breathily.

You were on autopilot and pulled out before thrusting into her again, your orgasm overloading your brain with a wave of satisfying pleasure for a split second as you started to unleash blasts of cum into your beautiful sexual partner.

"Oooh, God, that's good," Becks groaned, squeezing your shoulders as she closed her eyes and revelled in the feeling.

"Hey, don't ignore me," Sabrina said, smirking and knowing she was being a little shit as she came over to you from the wall and grabbed Becks by the cheeks, making the older girl turn towards her with a forced pout. "Are you and Tasha dating?"

That made Becks snort and chuckle, while you were distracted by slowly pulling out of her and then pushing back in, letting the last of your orgasm direct your movements as you made sure every fucking drop went as deep as you could get it in her glorious, steamy cunt.

"I guess the cat is out of the bag," Becks finally said, rolling her eyes as she looked back at you with a smirk.

"You're dating Tasha?!" Sabrina said, whisper-shouting as she pumped her fist in victory. "Yes! I knew you two would work out."

"OK, hold on there, Little Miss Matchmaker," Becks said, sitting up and hugging herself closer to you with one arm with her chest pressing to yours as she reached over with her other hand and poked Sabrina in the forehead. "We'retrying it out, we're notdating. We're just seeing each other for now. No labels. No expectations. Neither of us havedated a girl before, and we need to figure out if we like the vibe enough to be more serious without a dick in the mix."

"Well, you've got a dick in the mix right now," Sabrina snickered.

"You've got a one-track mind, baby, and I love you for it, but that's not what she meant," you said.

"Ehhh, it's kind of what I meant," Becks chuckled. "You being our dick on the side is fucking amazing, and knowing wedo have you to scratch that itch is the only reason we're trying it out. But, and it's a bigbut, once you guys are back at school and we don't have regular access to either of you, things might be different." She turned back to Sabrina. "So don't go making it a big deal, OK? It's just two girls becoming better friends."

"And eating each other out?" Sabrina asked. "And using a dildo? And-"

"Yeah, all of those too," Becks sighed.

"Have you guys slept together in the same bed yet?" Sabrina asked.

"No, Sabrina," Becks sighed. "It's still too new for that."

"So... are we done, or should I start thrusting again?" you asked. "Because if I stay buried in you much longer, Becks, you're getting another round and it's gonna last a lot longer."

Sabrina had a look on her face like she was perfectly happy to spend all afternoon fucking in the little meeting room, or even just watching you and Becks together, but Becks groaned and kissed you for a long moment before pulling back. "Next time we'll do it right," she said, then smirked. "Though, next time will be your goodbye party so you'll be doing my ass."

"And Tasha's," Sabrina grinned. "And mine."

"Not helping the whole situation down there," you said, nodding down to your dick.

"Pull out of me, John," Becks snorted. "Sabrina, can you grab my panties from the desk chair? I don't want this load leaking down my legs."

You pulled out and Sabrina handed Becks her panties but stopped you from pulling up your pants and she went down to her knees on the carpeted floor and started licking your cock clean.

"Sabrina, baby, you arealso not helping by moaning like that," you grunted.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, looking up at you with a furrowed brow. "You two taste good together, and I don't get to lick you clean from fucking Gemma on the regular anymore. Let a girl get her fix."

That had you and Becks coughing with laughter as you tried to get yourselves back together and looking appropriate to walk out of the office.

Chapter 625

"Just so you know, you're not getting any more sex until you tell me," Sabrina said as the two of you walked into the apartment.

"Tell you what?" you feigned innocence.

"You know what," Sabrina said, narrowing her eyes as you both took off your shoes as the door shut behind you. Then she started tripping right there in the entryway, making a show of it as she bent over at the waist and peeled her slacks down over her cute little butt, followed by her panties - which clung to her pussy for a moment with their dampness.

She then proceeded to spend the evening entirely naked and using every opportunity to visually tease you.

"You know, my beautiful, intelligent, extremely sexy girlfriend," you said as you served her dinner at the kitchen table. "You kind of screwed yourself over on this plan by setting me up to fuck Becks right after work."

"I know," she grumbled, closing her laptop and setting it aside. "I kind of shot myself in the foot there." She'd been working on updating the OnlyFans account, scheduling out releases, replying to messages and the like. The uptick in fans was bringing in a lot more money, but it also meant there was more daily maintenance that had to be taken care of. It was an interesting balance that she had to strike - being open and showing her personality to the fans, but not making it seem like she was leading them on or that they had a chance with her.

More fans, and more fame, brought more offers. To fly her out somewhere for a weekend. To take her shopping and get spoiled. To attend a party at a resort, or on a yacht. Always with the implication that she'd be putting out.

And those were theeasy ones to turn down.

The hard ones were the guys who were desperate for her attention for some reason. The ones who tipped her more than they probably should, and then hoped for or demanded attention that they weren't owed. Once that line was crossed it was easy for her to refuse their ridiculousness - it was trying to head it off ahead of time that was the hardest. Who just had some disposable money and wanted to splurge a little, and who was going to be a problem? Who was making a relatively innocent request, and who was trying to be manipulative?

"Anything new come up?" you asked her as you sat down after bringing over your drinks.

"Five more people trying to scam me into letting them be my 'manager,'" Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Plus someone offering flat rate Messaging services, but I'm pretty sure that's a scam too because they would need access to my account to do it."

You sighed and shook your head.

"Iknow," Sabrina said. "So many girls fall for that shit, I don't get it."

"Have I mentioned that I love your brain today?" you asked. "Because I wouldn't love you half as much if you would fall for something like that."

"Are you saying if I had major head trauma you'd leave me?" Sabrina asked lightly, but you could hear the alarm bells clamouring in the back of your mind all the same.

"OK, first, that's a trap question and you know it," you said. "But, being real, if Imet you after you suffered major brain trauma and weren't yourself? I probably wouldn'tfall in love with that person, but I'd feel bad for them. And I'd still think you were physically beautiful. If you, who I'm already in love with, suffered a major accident that led to head trauma that changed your personality or capabilities, then I would still be in love with you and I would work day and night to help you get back to yourself. And so would Gemma."

Sabrina sighed, pouting a little as she narrowed her eyes at you. "OK, Mr Lawyer Man, sidestepping my obvious traps."

"Love you," you grinned, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

- - - - -

"No sex," Sabrina said, raising a warning finger at you as you were both climbing into bed.

"If that's what you want," you said with a little smirk.

An entire evening naked, including cuddling after dinner and wrapping up her Onlyfans work while watching the end of the second season of Castle, had her horny. You knew it, and she knew it.

"It'snot what I want, you annoying shit," she growled playfully, hitting you with a pillow before flopping down onto the bed.

"Love you," you said, leaning over and giving her a little kiss on the lips.

"Uh-huh," she grunted. Then she sighed and turned onto her side facing you, grimacing a little. "Love you too. Dickhead."

"What's that, you want my dick head?" you asked.

She flashed you the finger and started laughing, and then both your phones buzzed one after the other as you got texts.

"Gemma," Sabrina said, hers closer to hand. She typed into your group chat her Good Morning to respond to Gemma's Good Nights for you. Then she was typing more, probably updating your girlfriend on Becks and Tasha, or complaining about you.

That gave you the time to copy over your message with the Tommy story and send it in the group chat to both of them.

Sabrina stiffened in bed next to you as she saw your text, then slowly turned to glare at you. "It's been ready thiswhole time!?"

"I couldn't tell you before I told Gemma," you said. "That wouldn't have been fair."

"You fucker," she grunted and laughed, sitting back up and grabbing her pillow, hitting you with it again. Then she spun up onto her knees, dropping to her elbows as she kept hold of her phone. "Now fuckingfuck me while I read these articles. And keep your phone handy, Gemma's gonna want to talk about them. Or, actually, video call her. She can watch and get off while we discuss."

Your life was so weird. Wonderful, but weird.

Chapter 626

"I can't fucking believe he didn'ttell you," Gemma said over the video call. You and Sabrina were still in bed, your brunette girlfriend casually letting her boobs breathe above the sheets despite the call, which had made Gemma smirk and roll her eyes. Your blonde girlfriend was at home for the afternoon since her 'winter internship' didn't start until next week and she didn't have anything else going on that day.

The Australian university system ran on a weird schedule compared to the US, or even the UK - which meant that she'd arrived about a month too late to start classes for the trimester, but shecould work an off-season internship back in Sydney. She would take a their-time summer intensive class, which started in January, to help catch up and then start her final full term in late February to be on track to graduate in mid-May, just after you and Sabrina.

"Right?!" Sabrina growled. "Like - it was weird when we found out we were doin' it on a bed that belonged to a dead guy, but at least it was clean sheets. Now I'm like... assassinated!? How is that not thefirst thing you tell people? That's likethe go-to story to break out in any conversation."

You just chuckled and shook your head. "So mystery solved?" you asked.

"Mystery solved, but punishment for holding out on us has not yet been meted out," Gemma said with a teasing grin through the call.

"Punishment?" you asked. "Why do I deserve a punishment? I couldn't release my report without doing the proper research. Plus, I'm pretty sure my in-person presentation was a smash hit."

"He did reallypound the points home," Sabrina snickered.

"Yeah, well, Sabrina might have gotten the full presentation experience, but I only got the email memo," Gemma snorted.

"How can I ever make it up to you, love?" you asked.

"I'll think of something," Gemma smirked, narrowing her eyes for a moment in a somewhat devious way before taking a deep breath and relaxing. "God, I miss you two. My bed is lonely asfuck without you. And my heart."

"We miss you too, baby," Sabrina said, puckering her lips and blowing her a kiss.

"So much," you reinforced.

Gemma groaned as she leaned back more heavily into her couch. "Birdie's busy all day with classes, but I've got a little party to go to tonight with some other friends and she might show up later. I'm kind of over the idea of going out to bars without you guys so at least I'll get some more casual socialisation."

"Just try not to start seducing someone by accident," Sabrina teased. "You're pretty good at springing your sexy lovableness on a girl."

Gemma grinned and rolled her eyes. "I promise not to seduce anyone, on purpose or by accident," she said, then looked off-screen for a moment. "It's late, you guys need to get up and go."

"OK, Miss Bossy Pants," Sabrina chuckled.

"Do I need to come up with ways to get back at both of you?" Gemma smirked.

"I figured you just wanted to see us naked," Sabrina giggled, flipping the sheets off the two of you and rolling over onto her stomach and wiggling her butt at the phone.

"John," Gemma said. "I'm going to need you to do me a favour and spank her."

With another shrieking giggle, Sabrina squirmed away, rolled to the floor and scampered towards the bathroom before you could even make an attempt. Then she stopped in the doorway and wiggled her ass at you again, making you laugh.

"She's being a brat right now, isn't she?" Gemma asked, not able to see.

"Yep," you sighed.

Gemma just let out a breath and shook her head. "Have a good day, love," she said. "And have fun with Amanda tonight. I'll let you know when I go out and when I'm home safe."

"Thanks, love," you said, slowly getting out of bed as well. "I'll give you an update on Bratty McBratButt."

"I heard that!" Sabrina called from the bathroom. She came back out, still completely naked but with her hair piled up on top of her head to keep it out of the way so she could have a quick shower. She slid into your arms, looking into the phone. "This is Bratty McBratButt, sending you love, Princess ButtFuck."

"Is that a family name, or...?" you asked, making them both roll their eyes.

"Love you both. Now I need to go pretend my heart doesn't hurt and find something to distract me while you two inevitably have some sort of amazing, intimate sexual moment in the shower," Gemma said.

"You wanna watch?" Sabrina offered, grinning at her and then up at you.

"We," you said. "Don't have time for an amazing, intimate sexual moment if we're going to make it to the bus on time to do the coffee run."

"Mmmm," Sabrina whined. "We can Uber."

"That's not anyfaster and you know it," you snorted, giving her butt a squeeze. "Not in the morning rush hour, which we'll be in the middle of if we leave late."

"He's the worst," Sabrina sighed sarcastically, looking at Gemma. "You're so lucky you don't have to deal with loving him in person. It's just so awful, him denying me my needs." She had wrapped a hand around your cock and started to gently squeeze it as she was talking.

"I'm so sorry for your situation," Gemma said, shaking her head. "I would bear this burden for you if I could."

"OK, you two," you finally cut in. "I guess I need to be the responsible one this time. Gemma, love, we love you."

"Love you too, love," she replied with a grin.

You hung up your phone and tossed it onto the bed, then took Sabrina's hand from your cock, along with her other one, and raised them over her head as you leaned down to kiss her. She moaned softly into the kiss, arching her back to press herself against you, but you pulled away.

"We have togo," you chuckled. "Now what's this about us having fun with Amanda tonight?"

"Oh, right," Sabrina broke into a grin. "We're taking her out and then coming back here for some fun. And she's gonna film with you."

"Like, film film?" you asked.

Sabrina shrugged and leaned back towards you as she grinned lasciviously. "We'll see what she decides she's comfortable with," she said. "But you'redefinitely fucking that cutie-pie again and drowning in boobage tonight."

Chapter 627

"Sooo, how'd it go?" Sabrina asked.

You had, almost miraculously, gotten out of the apartment on time to catch the right bus and make it to work with room to spare for the coffee run. It was a particularly large one that day so Sabrina had come with you, and you'd snuck a couple of snacks into the order when she was distracted. The first one had been a dainty chocolate croissant for Becks to go with her usual coffee, and she gave you and Sabrina a warm smile and a wink in thanks since there were a couple of different groups talking in the lobby that morning.

The first time you'dalmost fucked Becks in the office after the whole sushi thing was supposed to be the only time, then the time in the conference room making up for the first time being interrupted was supposed to be theonly time. But now you'd done it again. Which felt like it was on the table for more. That wink wasn't an immediate invitation, but itwas an intimate exchange that you shared a secret.

A secret that could get you all in trouble, but was oh, so good.

You managed to keep the second snack a secret until you were finished and heading to the intern conference room, when you presented Sabrina with her 'I'm sorry I didn't fuck you this morning' giant cookie. That had earned you a beaming smile and a sneaky kiss in the stairwell.

Now she plopped down in her chair at the conference table, setting her purse aside and starting to peel the saran wrap off of the cookie as she looked pointedly at Eric.

"Good morning, Eric," you said, filling in the pleasantries. "It's so nice to see you today. I hope you had a good evening last night."

Eric laughed and shrugged. "Morning," he said. "Last night was... complicated."

"How complicated?" Sabrina asked.

"Or complicated how?" you added.

"Well..." he said, then grimaced.

"You fucked it up?" Sabrina asked in concern. As his resident dating coach, she was maybe getting a little too invested.

"Not... really," he said. "At least, I didn't fuck it up any more than it kind of got fucked up by things that were out of my control. Do you want the headline or the-"

"At what point during this whole summer of knowing me have I ever wantedonly the headline?" Sabrina interrupted him in a deadpan tone.

"Technically, during the first... month and a half?" you said. "Back when Eric only had me, an underqualified amateur, to bounce his relationship options off of."

"That's fair, Gemma and I did get more invested when we had our own situation sorted," Sabrina smirked. Then she looked back to Eric "Gimme the deets, spill the tea, squeeze that juice out of the lemon so we can make some lemonade."

That got you covering your mouth and clearing your throat to stop from chuckling openly at her silliness.

"You areso weird sometimes," Eric said, shaking his head at her.

"But am Iright about things? Because I just successfully set up two straight girls in a lesbian relationship and they're super happy," Sabrina said. "That's the power I have at my fingertips."

"They aren'tdating, they're seeing if they are even interested in it," you countered.

"You," Sabrina said, pointing across the table at you. "Aren't helping. They're going to get married and Gemma and I are going to be their maids of honour and you'll officiate the wedding because it's you who brought them together in the first place." She turned back to Eric. "Please continue, young Padawan," she said. Then she took a bite of her giant cookie, which definitely took away from a bit of her gravitas.

".... Right," Eric said. "So... OK. We left work yesterday, and me and Beth solidified our plans to meet up for dinner downtown. So I headed home, fixed myself up, and then went to meet her. Well, I get there a little early, right? I grab a spot at the bar to wait for her. Well, guess who comes in?"

"Lucy," you guessed.

"Got it in one," he nodded.

"Oh, no," Sabrina sighed.

"So I don't knowwhat is going on with her, but I figure she might come claw my eyes out or something with the way she's glaring at me," Eric continued. "But then she puts on that like, syrupy sweet voice and is all, 'Why are you such a bad boy, leaving me on read like that?' And I had to be like, 'Oh, it's not really like that, I was just super busy' because what am I supposed to say, that I was having the best weekend of my life with someone else while she was trying to seduce me via text all last week? But I also need to get her to leave me the fuck alone because she's all dressed up like she's on a date and I don't need Beth coming in and seeing her weirdly all over me. Well, she won't take the fucking hint, and whoever she's meeting doesn't show up, and Bethdoes come in and I have to be like 'Alright, Lucy, my date's here' and Lucy does that thing where her switch flips."

"Oh, shit," you groaned in empathy.

"Trust me, this isn't even the worst part," Eric said.

"It getsworse!?" Sabrina asked.

Eric nodded, eyes wide, and let out a long sigh. "It gets worse. So I'm walking away from Lucy and Beth gives this 'What the fuck?' look to me because Lucy is following. Then Lucy barges past me when she realises I'm headed to Beth, and she just starts spitting all this stuff about how I'm such a scummy asshole, and I'm a fuckboy, and how I just use girls and throw them away, and all this shit. And Beth is just looking at her like she's crazy, and Lucy is getting louder and louder, and then the bouncer of the bar is telling her she needs to calm down. Well, eventually he has to physically pick Lucy up and carry her out of the bar because I dunnowhat happened but she had a mental break or something and was just screaming like a- I don't even know. And Beth is just standing there the whole time without having said a word, and we can hear Lucy arguing with the bouncers outside because it took two of them to keep her out."

"Jesus Christ," you said.

"I've gotta call Becca and Charlotte," Sabrina snorted. "And Gemma. God, Gemma will flip."

"Oh, I'm not done," Eric said.

"You're not?" you asked.

"You've got no idea."

Chapter 628

Eric's saga, and it was a saga, was a little weird, a little wild, and a little heartbreaking.

Once the Lucy situation had cleared out, he'd apologised to Beth and explained they'd dated earlier in the summer but it had been kind of toxic and he'd gotten himself out of the situation. Beth had been surprisingly understanding, cracking a joke about how she had to deal with her roommate on a regular basis and she was used to a little crazy, but that she did have something she wanted to talk with Eric about so they should grab a table.

That, of course, took Eric into anxiety town because he thoughthe was calling the date to talk about something.

They got their table, did the small talk to try and get over what had just happened, and had just ordered their food as Eric was working himself up to open the conversation when Beth's roommate showed up. Apparently, she'd been paranoid about Beth spending all weekend not at home, and then going out again on a Monday even though they were supposed to hang out. Ol' Crazy Eyes, as Sabrina insisted she be called, was about to get all territorial as she stormed towards their table when she sawwho her roommate was with.

Thus began thesecond shouting match of the night, this time as Ol' Crazy Eyes went from 0 to 100 in a screeching fit where she literally flipped a table - not theirs, just some innocent bystanders caught in the chaos. With food and drinks going everywhere, and the table falling onto another lady, Ol' Crazy Eyes ended up getting slapped across the face by that lady's friend. That could have led to an actual bar fight, but the bouncers got there just in time to grab Ol' Crazy Eyes and stop her as she swung at the other lady. Then both of those ladies got kicked out while a waitress tried to manage the chaos of the flipped table, and a bartender came over and asked Eric and Beth to leave because this was the second incident they'd been a part of, even if they hadn't technically done anything. Considering both Ol' Crazy Eyes and the other lady and her group were shouting about pressing charges, things were about to get even more complicated out in front of the bar as the cops were called.

Eric managed to convince the bartender to let them out the back entrance so they wouldn't need to walk by Ol' Crazy Eyes, and they made their escape - then, once they were in the back alley behind the building, Beth checked her phone and made sure she wasn't sharing her location with her roommate, which she wasn't, but shedid find an AirTag in her purse.

That led to needing to go back around to the front of the building and waiting for cops to get there and start taking statements. Beth had double worries - the first being that her crazy roommate had been tracking her, which was definitely illegal, but second was that she would head back to their place and trash her stuff. That meant that she and Eric had to volunteer to make statements - and since witnesses could confirm they hadn't even raised their voices, let alone done anything physical, they weren't in trouble - so almost an hour later Ol' Crazy Eyes was in the back of a police cruiser with a rack of pending charges from drunk and disorderly to assault to felony stalking. Beth was expecting a call from a detective the next morning and was safe in the word of the cops that her roommate wouldn't be getting out of lockup for at least a couple of days and she would have time to file for an order of protection before bail could be paid and processed.

You and Sabrina, at this point, were floored.

"It keeps going," Eric sighed.

He offered to take Beth home, but she insisted that they really did need to talk, and not wanting to deal with any more bars they ended up walking to a Wendy's a couple of blocks over. Once they were sitting with their food, Beth got nervous all over again and asked Eric to go first, and he was so worn out from everything that he, allegedly, just blurted out that he was an idiot for trying to say he wanted casual because he thought she was amazing, and he didn't want to plan for them to be short-term if she was willing to try for longer than his last week in the city. Then he admitted that everything that had happened that night could be a massive issue but he hoped it wouldn't.

"And that's when she said - and this is a direct quote because it's seared into my fucking brain - 'Well, honestly Eric, I really like you too, but you should probably hold onto that thought for a second for after I tell you my thing. You know Joy, my friend we had the threesome with? Well apparently she had crabs, and now I've got them, which probably means you do too. I amso sorry."

You and Sabrina were silent for a long moment as Eric stared off into space, across the conference room at the far wall.

Clearing your throat as your mind caught up to reality, you couldn't help yourself as they both looked at you. "At least it wasn't, like, gonorrhoea or syphilis or something, right?"

Sabrina managed not to snort, shooting you a glare with a laugh in her eyes. "Not helping, John," she said.

"Sorry," you apologised to Eric. "That sucks, man. Especially that you got it fromJoy of all people."

"Yeah, well, fuck me, right?" Eric sighed.

"So what happened next?" Sabrina asked. "Please tell me you didn't just dump her after all of that because she has thesame thing as you do."

"We finished eating," Eric said. "Pretty much in silence. Then I walked her home since it was walking distance. And she invited me up, since she really didn't want to be alone, and we kind of just sat on the couch together for like an hour until I told her that what I said was still true, and she was like, 'Really? After you find out me and everyone around me is pretty much a hot mess?' and I was like 'OK but have you met me?' and so I guess we're gonna try to keep it rolling?"

"Good for you," Sabrina said. "I'm so proud of you for being mature about all of that, Eric."

"That sounds great, man," you said.

He sighed and nodded. "Now I just need to wait to hear about her filing the request for the restraining order," he said. "And if she needs anything from me to help."

You shook your head slowly, without words. Eric, even if he'd gotten crabs right at the end of the summer, was somehow coming out ahead in the maturity and relationship department.

Good for him.

Chapter 629

By lunchtime, Sabrina had spread the word where appropriate. Gemma, obviously, got a truncated version of Eric's whole story, as did Becks since she knew most of the players. Becca and Charlotte heard about the Lucy part of it, and confirmed that she'd come back to their apartment that night - they also let you know that they'd given her notice that weekend they were terminating her month-to-month lease - they needed to give at least a month notice as per the details, so she needed to either find somewhere for October 1st or panic-search for September 1st when any vacancies in student rentals would be getting filled.

The fact that Killjoy had crabs seemed to be the highlight piece of information, and the girls started debating whether she might have had it all along if she knew about it or was so scummy that she'd ignored it, and if her alleged boyfriend who was away for the summer knew or even had it himself.

It was hot, steaming tea and even Amanda was enthralled as Sabrina told her the story over dinner.

The two of you had stayed an hour after close of business, putting in a bit of overtime since you didn't want to give up on your effort for Mr Garrison altogether in the last week, and then Uber'd home to get yourself fixed up for the pseudo-date.

Itwasn't a date. It was just dinner between a couple and their friend. That was almost guaranteed to be ending in sex back at your place.

Not a date.

Sabrina had picked out one of your new shirts to wear, along with a pair of slacks, and she'd quickly messed with your hair to get it 'just right.' She'd then banished you from the bedroom so she could get ready and had emerged in a blue summer dress that you knew was Gemma's favourite on her, plus a pair of strappy heels you would have thought were too tall but that she could move well in, and her hair pulled back into a half braid to keep it out of her face.

She looked summery, and cute and might have seemed younger than she was in that outfit if it wasn't for her confidence in the heels, which gave her more height and presence.]

Amanda, on the other hand, was looking absolutely deadly as she stood from your reserved table as the two of you got to the restaurant.

Her brunette hair was up in a bun at the back of her head, two thin strands of bangs framing her utterly cute face and trailing down to her collarbone. The dress she'd chosen was a halter, tied behind her neck with a bow, and it was lifting her immense amount of tit into a mountainous cleavage that had people glancing from around the entire restaurant whenever she moved. Further, the black dress hugged her curves and hips, accenting her butt before loosening into a flowy skirt a couple of inches below her knees. A pair of heels, shorter than Sabrina's but equally good at doing their job of accenting her legs and butt even more, finished the look.

You were worried that Sabrina was going to literally motorboat Amanda when they hugged hello, but she managed to control herself. To be fair, as you hugged Amanda hello and kissed her on the cheek, you also had to stop yourself from grabbing at least one handful of that ass.

Once the tea had been spilt, the first drinks were in you and giving the girls a nice little comfortable buzz, and dinner had arrived and first bites had been eaten, it felt like... not a date.

Definitely not a date.

"So have you been talking with Maeve much since she left?" Sabrina asked, making you choke just a little on the bite of food in your mouth because youknew she was looking for a reason to turn the talk towards naughtier topics

"A little," Amanda sighed. "I mean, at least in the way Maeve communicates. It's not like chatting with you or Gemma, but I know she's being a friend in her way so it's fine."

"That makes sense," Sabrina said, slowly smirking. "She barely texts me or Gemma. She seemed to really like texting John."

"What?" Amanda asked, smiling curiously.

"I was used as a conversational actor in one of her, uh, conversational..." you lost track of how to make it sound polite.

"She sexted with him and used screenshots to get her pay pigs riled up," Sabrina put it bluntly.

"Oh, God," Amanda scoffed and chuckled a little. "Please tell me you're not feeling used?"

"I mean, it was fun and I know it was blurring the lines between real and for show," you said. "But when she sprung on me that she wanted to pay me a percentage... I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it."

"He kind of made bank," Sabrina added. "Which meant Maevereally made bank."

"That whole situation is still weird to me," Amana said.

"Wanna read the conversation?" Sabrina offered.

"Sabrina," you sighed.

"What? Maeve sent me and Gemma the full screenshots because I asked her to, and she sent me the modified ones she used for her... suitors." Sabrina became more coy as a waitress came around, refilling your waters and checking you were doing alright. Once the woman was gone, she continued. "It was a hot sexting session. Lots of pictures."

Amanda sighed, giving Sabrina a look.

"Come ooon," Sabrina smirked, pulling out and waving her phone at the busty girl. "You know you want to."

Amanda looked at you, checking if you were OK with peeking into your texts, and you shrugged. "If you want," you said.

"Fine, I'll take a look," she said with a little nervous grin. "Quickly."

Chapter 630

"Have you considered, and this is just a suggestion," Sabrina asked, "Just telling John that he can do whatever he wants to you, I'll film it, and you get a smokin' hot boy-girl sex scene if you want to use it? And you get fucked good?"

Amanda almost spit out her drink and glared at Sabrina. You'd migrated from the restaurant to Amanda's apartment - keeping in mind that anything you filmed for Amanda needed to not be able to be cross-referenced to Sabrina's videos, including the background. The three of you were sitting in her little living room, which was made up of two couches and a side table with a lamp in the corner of her 'main room.' Her place was a little smaller than Sabrina's (oryours) but had come more fully furnished, so she had nicer couches, some decor on walls, and other little bits and pieces that made it feel a little more lived in rather than livedthrough.

"I did, actually," Amanda said as she set her water down. The three of you were hydrating appropriately before what was to come. "And while it would be super fun, and I'd probably cherish it to my dying fucking day as some of the best sex ever - and I mean that, John - it would betotally over whatever lines I decide to draw and super unusable. A blowjob scene, though, I still haven't made a final decision on so having that in my back pocket could actually be helpful."

"So I'm filming you giving my boyfriend a sloppy, nasty blowjob?" Sabrina asked with a grin.

"Why do you have to say it like that, baby?" you asked with a sigh.

"Because that's what makes a blowjob scene good," Sabrina said.

"Yeah, she's not wrong about that," Amanda said, starting to blush a little. "And considering my, um, 'brand'-" she hefted her tits in her dress, "-I'll probably use them too. I assume you're good with that, John?"

"Of course I am, gorgeous," you said.

"No shit he is," Sabrina snickered.

"I had to ask," Amanda rolled her eyes. "Um, I mean, I've sucked your dick before so... was there anything I did that you didn't like? Any, I don't know, professional boundaries or something?"

"Work the shaft, play with the balls," your girlfriend chipped in.

"Sabrina," you sighed, shaking your head. Then you focused on Amanda. "No, nothing stands out asnot good from before."

"Make sure you do dirty talk," Sabrina added. "Actually - stylistic choice, do you wantJohn to do dirty talk or be more silent? Because, like, my fans like John's dirty talk because it gets me talking even dirtier too, but yours are used to your solo stuff and not hearing you talking with a guy."

"Um... Jeez, I don't know," Amanda said. "Let's go with... quiet, I guess? So that if I ever do have to show it to a boyfriend or potential husband he's not listening to you. If that's OK."

"Amanda," you said, leaning forward and reaching out to take her hand. You were sitting on one couch, just next to her on the other at the corner. "This isyour product. I'm happy to help you test the waters with this; you're a beautiful, sexy woman, and unless you're looking for something we haven't done before, I'm down to do this your way."

Amanda sucked in a big breath and let it out slowly. "OK. Fuck, I feel like I'm just as nervous as the first time I ever posted a nude to begin with. And I'm not evenposting it."

"We don't need to film anything at all," you offered.

"No, no, I do want to do it," Amanda assured you. "And then I want to lez out with Sabrina to get you hard again so we can fuck you senseless."

"Bold words, hon," Sabrina chuckled. "He's proven he can take me and Gemma on pretty consistently. Plus there was the foursome."

"OK, fair," Amanda laughed.

"I'll take it as a challenge," you grinned. "OK, so do you want to change, or me to change? And where do you want to film it?"

"And what about camera angles? I'm happy to be camera woman, but you can also go with John's PoV. Guys love that angle in videos," Sabrina suggested.

The next fifteen minutes were the usual pre-filming blur of technical details and management, decision making and testing of camera angles and lighting. But it was all mixed in with explicit, sexual moments. Where was Amanda going to suck your cock, and what would be the best lighting? Make sure there was a key light from this angle so there wasn't a weird shadow, and that your legs weren't going to be in the way of a side-on shot of either her mouth on your cock, or her tits. Did that mean the couch, a kitchen chair or the bed would be better? Was the black dress good in the lighting, or did she look washed out? Did it blend too much with your slacks when there should be contrast? What about when her chest was pressed to your legs or crotch?

By the time it was time to call Action and start the recordings, you were already good and teased. And that didn't even account for the moments of grabass. Sabrina was the most blatant, with you and Amanda, going hands-on with a smirk on her face whenever she had half a reason to. You gave her some swats on the butt in return, making her laugh, and a few kisses as well. Amanda got some kisses too, relaxing the two of you even though the intimacy felt like it was going to be much easier to fall into than last time. The kisses led to you finally getting your hands on her ass, giving it a good squeeze and making her laugh breathily as she grinned at you.

"Alright," Sabrina, as acting Director, declared. "We should be good to go. John?"

"Ready," you nodded, raising Sabrina's phone - you would film the 'PoV' angle from it and she'd send the file to Amanda, while Sabrina would use Amanda's phone for different angles while controlling how much of you was showing.

"Amanda, ready to be a little cock-worshipping slut for my boyfriend?" Sabrina asked the other l with a teasing grin.

"Sabrina," you sighed.

"I'm ready," Amanda laughed, flashing you a grin.

"Aaaand, roll cameras - Action!"

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