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 ï>¿The OF Girl by BreakTheBar

   You've discovered a fellow intern has started a new hobby...

   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.  In
these first chapters you can expect heavy teasing through exhibition and
voyeurism.  In future instalments you can expect MF, MFF+ group sex, anal,
and some light Ds relations.

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

   *****

   Prologue -originally written by Aurelian14

   It's an absolute scorcher today.  Summer feels like it has officially
begun and it has to be over one hundred degrees outside.  Add to that the
humidity, and it is definitely a stay inside type of day.  You've just
finished moving into your first apartment in the city.  You managed to snag
an internship with a prestigious law firm after only your freshman year in
college, one of a small handful of rising sophomore interns.  Yes, you're
not the hardest worker and may have had a lucky connection that helped you
land this highly sought-after internship after only a single year of
college education, but that's beside the point.

   More importantly, one of your college classmates also happens to be
interning at the same firm this summer.  Sabrina is beautiful in every
sense of the word.  Some girls turn heads immediately on the sidewalk
whether it's because of the revealing outfits they wear, their makeup/hair
or the entourage they hang with.  Sabrina is one of those girls that passes
you by, and then a second later you realize and turn to try and catch
another glimpse.  Porcelain skin, long and straight dark hair, slender with
an hourglass figure and breasts easily large enough to satisfy any man -
Sabrina is just beautiful.  Her most attractive feature to you is her face:
angelic with large green eyes, flawless skin and a few, hard-to-notice
freckles that are visible up close to highlight her shining smile.

   The first few days of the internship are spent in orientation and
training.  You find the material interesting but the old woman teaching the
material nearly unbearable to listen to.  After a long final day of
training you head back to your apartment.

   You're bored and maybe just a little horny - you haven't found "release"
yet in the city.  You snag your laptop, open up your internet browser and
navigate to Onlyfans.com.  You recently signed up for an account, mainly to
see what all the hype is all about.  The pornstars on generic porn sites
have become less interesting to you, especially after your first year of
college, during which you lost your virginity and managed to bed enough
innocent college girls that the girl-next-door type is just simply more
appealing.  Besides, you've always had a thing for inexperienced amateurs,
and Onlyfans seems to cater more towards that subset.

   You spend some time clicking around before stumbling across a new girl's
page.  It appears to be a relatively new account with few subscribers. 
"Kat18" is the username, and the short description reads, "I'm a college
girl that only just turned 18, so I'm new.  Be nice!" The subscription is
fairly hefty at $50/month but your curiosity wins out and you subscribe
anyways.

   You immediately start browsing through her pictures.  The girl's body is
delicious.  She's thin and young, with smooth, pale skin and a tight ass.
You browse through her photos.  There's a set of pictures of herself on her
bed starting off in a schoolgirl outfit, then stripping out of each article
of clothing until she is naked.  The last photo of the set shows her
bending over on all fours, her insanely tight-looking pussy on display. 
You can't help but stroke your cock at this girl as you scroll through more
of her photos.  However, you're annoyed that none of the pictures reveal
the girl's face.

   You browse through some of Kat18's videos.  She doesn't have that many,
there's one of her stripping and rubbing some oil over her chest.  You
barely resist replaying that video and watching her lather her tight body
up with oil until its glistening while you jack yourself.  There's a couple
more posts to look through before you want to relieve yourself.

   You click to the next video, which starts with the camera looking up
from the floor.  The girl is sitting in an office chair, wearing a skirt
with her legs crossed.  She slowly uncrosses her legs, spreading them.  Her
hand moves slowly from on top of the desk to below as she grabs the hem of
her skirt and slowly pulls it up.  You see now that she has no panties on,
her tight teenage pussy glistening, clearly wet and turned on.  She moves
her hand further up until it reaches her lips and she beings to touch
herself slowly in light circular motions.

   Then you notice something.  You can see she is in a small office cubicle
by herself with carpet flooring.  The flooring is the same diamond pattern
that you have in your cubicle.  Its rather distinct and on of the first
things you noticed last week during intern orientation.

   The pieces start to fall into place in your head.  Could that be one of
your coworkers?  Who could it be?  From all the pictures Kat18 is young and
gorgeous, and that leaves only a few options.  Could it be Sabrina?



   Chapter 1

   You spent all evening wondering about what you should, or could, do.  If
Kat18 was actually Sabrina - and considering your thorough and in-depth
review of every photo and video she had posted, you were about 80% sure it
was her - you had a big secret over her.  A girl like her, smart and
driven, would get hit hard by a secret like this coming out.  If anyone in
management at the firm found out she would probably lose her internship,
especially if they found out she was doing it at work.  Even if they kept
the reason quiet, she'd be screwed interviewing for next summer as well,
and that would make it harder and harder to find a really good job coming
out of school.

   Every time you thought about how much this side gig would ruin her life,
you always came back to one question.Why would she do it?

   Sabrina, for all that she was highly attractive, was also whip-smart. 
You'd had several classes with her, not that you'd been friends, and she
was the kind of girl who read every scrap of the assigned readings a week
ahead and had all the answers when a Prof actually bothered to stop reading
off of their slides.  There was no way she had anything but excellent
grades, which would come with merit scholarships.  Was it other money
problems?  Was it the rush?

   By the time you were trudging in to work the next day, plenty of
scenarios had built up in your mind.  There were so many ways you could
hold a secret like this over her - getting her to do your work at the
company, or getting her to do your classwork when you were back in school.
Cleaning your shitty little apartment.  Cleaning your apartmentnaked was an
especially fun fantasy.

   For a little bit, deep in your second jerk-off session of the night
while you were 'researching' one of her videos, you even imagined
leveraging her for filthy, nasty, no-holes-barred sex.

   The post-nut guilt after that one had been a little heavy, which you
took as a sign that you were still a generally good person.

   "Morning," you said to the secretary.  She was a pretty woman, probably
just a couple of years out of college herself, but she didn't even bother
looking up at you.  The most she had ever acknowledged you walking into the
building was her customary one lifted finger, waving you on.

   "Morning Sir," you said as you stepped off the elevator onto the third
floor of the office building.  The legal firm owned the entire building but
occupied the first four of the eight floors.  Mr Garrison, one of the
Partners, glanced up from where he was digging in a filing cabinet near the
elevators.  He wore a sharp suit that fit his frame, but you could tell at
one point he'd been a much larger man judging by the way his face looked
sort of hollow and the skin on his neck hung loosely around his smart
collar and tie.

   "Hey, kid," he grunted.  "Finally someone shows up.  Here, dig around
this cabinet and find me everything in the Vernic Company file.  I don't
care what else you've got waiting for you at your desk, this happensnow,
got it?"

   Slinging your messenger bag from your shoulder, you stepped forward with
a nod.  "Absolutely, sir.  Any other names I should look under just in
case?"

   "You can try Piper Co., but that rename happened twenty years ago and
everything should have been moved over into the new file," he said.  "Bring
it to me ASAP, and maybe I'll find you something more interesting to do
today."

   "No problem," you said to Garrison's back as he stormed off deeper into
the building.

   You checked the drawer that the Senior Partner had been rifling through
- he'd made a mess of it, and based on the labels on the front he hadn't
been anywhere near the right spot.  You quickly stuffed the moved files
back in place and slammed the drawer shut before shifting one column over
and looking for the V drawer.

   "Hey John," Eric said, coming off the elevator.  He was another of the
five interns working for the summer but had come from out of state.  His
Dad had some sort of connection to the firm and had hooked him up with the
position.  "What's up?"

   "Just file-digging," you said, waving him off.  "Garrison caught me
coming off the elevator.  Shouldn't take more than a couple minutes."

   "Hah, well have fun with that," Eric laughed.  "From what I hear,
Garrison has a temper on him."

   "Yeah, yeah," you muttered as your fellow intern strolled back towards
the big conference room that the firm turned into an intern bullpen in the
summers.  You'd heard some similar things about Garrison as well, but you
also had his promise of 'more interesting work' on your mind.  So far you
were a few weeks into your internship and had pretty much just been
digitizing old records one page at a time, highlighting keywords in immense
legal briefs, and taking coffee and lunch orders.  You totally understood
that's what you'd been hired to do, but that little dangledmore
interesting...

   "Good morning, John," Sabrina said, stepping off of the elevator.  She
was wearing a long black knit skirt that went past her knees and a tight
black and purple sweater over a collared blouse and had a Starbucks iced
coffee in one hand as she balanced another four in her other since she'd
gotten Morning Coffee duty for the day.

   "Hey Sabrina," you said.  "Looking good." Wait, what?  You'dnever said
something like that to her before.  Commenting on her looks in the office,
in this day and age?  Fuck, if she took it the wrong way...

   "Thanks," she grinned.  "I love this outfit, but I was already getting a
little hot on the walk over from Starbucks.  I'm worried I'll be sweating
by noon if that AC doesn't kick on."

   Phew.  She took it well.

   "What are you up to?" she asked.

   "Oh, Garrison's got me pulling some files.  He caught me coming off the
elevator and seemed in a rush."

   "Oh, really?  Do you need any help?" Sabrina asked.



   Chapter 2

   "Honestly, no, but Garrison seemed pretty amped and offered something
better to do if I could get it done quickly.  Gimme a hand and we can
deliver his coffee at the same time."

   "Sounds like a plan," she said.  "Thanks!"

   You were able to quickly locate the Vernic file, which was easily six
inches wide and bursting with loose papers.  Meanwhile, you got Sabrina to
start looking in the Ps for the possible Piper Co.  file.  You dug around
in the vicinity of Vernic, and found a secondary file labelled 'Vernic TM'
and another one labelled 'Vernic Ltd', so you grabbed those files as well.

   "Nothing on Piper," Sabrina said, but she lifted up a file anyways.  "I
did find Pipar Co.  though.  Think it's mislabeled or something?"

   "Can't hurt to check," you said.  You leaned in next to her as she
opened up the file so you could both scan the contents.  Her shoulder
pressed into your side but she didn't react, just quickly scanning down the
page with a finger faster than you could read.  She flipped the papers fast
and you realized she was either amazing at looking for keywords, or she was
speedreading.

   "Mmm, doesn't look like anything Piper.  It's all Pipar," she said,
turning to look up at you.

   God, she's pretty, you thought.  You felt like you could fall into those
green eyes.  You also couldn't help but think about all the gorgeous, nasty
pictures you'd seen of her.Well, probably her.

   "Well, let's bring it anyway just in case," you said.

   "Sounds good," Sabrina nodded.  You took the folder from her and added
it to your stack while she picked up the tray of Starbucks she'd set down.

   "Thanks for the help," you said as you both started walking down the
hall, across that same diamond-pattern carpet you'd first recognized in her
photos.

   "Hey, if this gets us out of digitizing for the morning, I think I owe
you," she said.

   "Careful, I might hold you to that," you laughed.

   "Do it!  Favours are just about the only currency we've got as interns,"
she grinned.  "Of course, that means I'd be able to call onyou for a
favour, too.  And I'm a bit of a princess if what my sisters say is true."

   You snorted and smirked.  "No, really?  I would never have guessed."

   "Oh!" she scoffed and nudged you with an elbow.  "I guess chivalry
really is dead."

   She said it at the perfect time for you to shuffle the files to one arm
and open the door for her.  "After you, Princess."

   "Alright, maybe notdead," she laughed.

   You got to Mr Garrison's office, which had the big oak door currently
thrown open.  He was staring intently at his computer screen, which was
turned away, and pounding at his keyboard as he quickly typed something.

   Knocking first, you entered and Sabrina followed you in.  "Got the
files, sir."

   "And I've got your coffee order," Sabrina said.

   Garrison grunted and looked at you from around his computer screen. 
"Great, good.  Could have been faster, but good enough." He reached out a
hand and you passed over the files.

   "That's the main Vernic file, a Vernic TM file, and a Vernic Limited
file.  Sabrina also helped out and found a Pipar Co file, which we weren't
sure was related or not."

   "Hmm," Garrison grunted again, then flipped through the Pipar file. 
"Huh, fucking interns.  Not you two, this is good work finding this.  I
mean interns from twenty years ago, and every year since then."

   Sabrina reached forward and set Garrison's coffee on his desk as the
Partner mumbled to himself as he read a few pages quickly.

   "Anything else, sir?" you asked him after a minute.

   "Yes, actually," he said.  He slammed the files down on an empty part of
his desk and turned, yanking some papers out of another file.  "Darrel is
out sick again today, and he was supposed to go do employee surveys down at
Chambers all day today.  You two take these, make about a hundred copies of
them, and then head over to the Benthouse building on Fifth.  Chambers is
an architecture and speciality construction firm; we've been contracted to
consult with them on best practices.  They'll set you up in a private room
and you'll be running employee surveys.  Just read them the paragraph at
the top of the sheet, make sure they answer all the questions, and sign it
on the last page.  Pretty boring, but at least it's a change of scenery for
you."

   It wasdefinitely a change of scenery, and a huge responsibility if it
was something that was usually trusted to an associate.  They were already
lawyers, for fuck's sake.

   "You got it, sir," you said.

   "Absolutely.  We won't let you down," Sabrina said.

   "Great, fine.  Just don't embarrass us over there.  They should be
expecting you," Garrison grunted.

   You and Sabrina left with the papers and immediately headed for the copy
room.

   "Oh.  My god," Sabrina said quietly as you walked.  "John, this is huge.
Thank youso much for letting me tag in."

   "My pleasure," you said.  "But, like you said, you owe me one."

   "Definitely," she nodded.

   The copy room was a crowded closet filled with a line of four
photocopiers on one side and a wall of various types and colours of papers
on the other.  Sabrina immediately set one of the machines working as she
fed the survey papers into it.  You glanced her over, taking in her tight
little body and the way her ass jutted out as she leaned over the machine.

   She was in a good mood, and felt like she owed you one.  There was trust
between you, at least a little.  You were about to spend all day together,
and you could either sit on your questions all day and inevitably start to
make things awkward by staring at her too much, or you could just ask her.

   Fuck it, you thought.Now or never.

   "Hey Sabrina," you said, clearing your throat.  "Ah, this is kind of
inappropriate, but we're about to spend a lot of hours in the same room
together and asking you this now gives you an out if you want to stay here,
instead of asking you at the end of the day.  Did you start an OnlyFans
account and take pictures in the office?"

   Sabrina slowly turned from the photocopier to you, her face stony and
her eyes wide.

   Oh, shit.  Maybe this was a mistake.



   Chapter 3

   To be fair, the question wasdefinitely out of order.  Your reasoning, at
least in your head, was that springing it on her after hours of being
around each other would make the eventual question even more awkward and
taint whatever positive interactions happened.

   You definitely weren't thinking that same way as Sabrina stared you
down.

   The expression on her face was cold, her eyes wide and focused on you.
Had it been a minute?  Or a second?  You two were locked in on each other
and the lump in your throat matched the lump that had been in your pants
before this conversation.

   Sabrina opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again without making a
sound.

   "Look, Iknow how inappropriate a question that was, and I'm sorry I had
to ask it, but it was either that or sit on it and make things worse later
on," you said.  The reasoning sounded like an HR complaint, firing and
maybe even a lawsuit waiting to happen.

   "How did you find out?" she whispered.

   Oh.  Oh, shit.  That look on her face wasn't anger, it was fear.

   "Please, John, just don't tell anyone," she sobbed softly.  Her stoney
facade had broken and she was desperate.  "If anyone finds out I could lose
everything.  Just- please?  I'll do anything.  Please?"

   "Sabrina, I-"

   "I'll blow you," she said, and got down on her knees.  "Every day for
the rest of the summer.  Just please promise not to tell anyone?" She was
already reaching for my belt and zipper.  It was like a dream, her on her
knees in front of you, begging to suck your dick.

   But the look on her face wasn't sexy, or sultry, or seducing.  It was
panic, and fear.  Her big eyes weren't because she was aroused, it was
guilt and sadness.

   "Jesus Christ, Sabrina," you said, taking her hands in yours before she
could start unbuckling your belt.  You pulled her back up to her feet. 
"Just hold on a second.  All I did was ask a question."

   "What?" she asked.  The look on her face screamed relief and confusion
in equal measure.  "You don't-?"

   "Hey, don't get me wrong," you said.  "You're making areally compelling
case to just go along with what you were saying, but do you seriously think
I'm the kind of guy to just...  blackmail you like that?"

   "I- well-" she stuttered.  She took a step back and hugged herself, her
face having gone from deep terror to flushed embarrassment in moments.  "I
just- Fuck." Sabrina leaned back against the counter across from the
photocopiers.  "Ever since I started, I've been worried about someone
finding out.  I guess I just sort of jumped to the worst-case scenario.  I
don't think you'd do that, John, but to be honest we don't really know each
other that well."

   "Well, I'm not an evil blackmailing asshole," you said.  "The only
reason I was asking was because if it was you, I wasn't sure you knew
someone could find you."

   OK, so you weren't being entirely truthful.  That still didn't make you
evil or an asshole.  Maybe a bit dickish at worst.

   "Wait, how did you find me?" Sabrina asked.  "I only started a few weeks
ago, and I never show my face."

   Now it was your turn to start stuttering.  "I, uh, well-" you said. 
"Alright, so my, ah, 'proclivities' lean towards amateur content.  I
honestly just stumbled across you while browsing the OnlyFans site, and I
recognized the pattern on the carpet."

   She raised an eyebrow and blinked in surprise.  "That's it?  The- the
fucking carpet gave me away?"

   "Well, I mean you also fit the body type as best I could tell," you
said. "And it is a distinctive pattern."

   "Oh, for fuck's sake," Sabrina sighed, releasing the tension she'd been
holding in her shoulders as she leaned forward and breathed deeply for a
moment.

   The photocopier finished its job, and you moved forward and grabbed the
survey sheets, sliding them into a folder to keep them from getting messed
up.  When you turned back around, Sabrina was up and standing straight
again.  Her mouth was open slightly and she was chewing on the corner of
her lip, staring at you, deep in thought.

   "Look, it's not a big deal," you said.  "You're doing it for whatever
reason you're doing it.  From what I could tell, you're pretty damn good at
it too.  No judgment from me, I just didn't want something hanging between
us and making it awkward."

   "That's...  very mature of you," she said.  "Honestly, John, when I
think about it I sort of would have expected you to be giggling like a
horny fourteen-year-old boy about this."

   "Oh, that horny little bastard is buried deep inside for sure," you
laughed.  "He's there, I'm just better at letting him have controlled
breaks than other college guys."

   Sabrina snorted softly and gave you the first smile she'd cracked since
you'd breached the subject.  "Well, good to know," she said.  She hesitated
a moment.  "So we're OK, then?  No...  weirdness?  You're not going to come
on to me for being an amateur-" she glanced at the door and dropped her
voice to a whisper, "-an amateur pornstar?"

   "We're good, Sabrina," you said.  "I mean, don't get me wrong, I might
still flirt with you, but that's because I've thought you were the hottest
girl in any of my classes for the past two years, not because of your side
gig."

   "You really think I was the hottest?" she asked.  "What about that
blonde girl with the swoopy hair and the ass?"

   You knew who she was talking about immediately, even if neither of you
seemed to know the girl's name.  "Nah, she always had that resting bitch
face going.  I also think she was banging the TA, she'd always adjust her
bra and push up her cleavage when he was looking."

   "You noticed that too!?" Sabrina said.  "Oh my God, I thought I was
imagining that."

   She started heading for the door.  "Come on.  We better get going," she
said.  Then she turned around and pressed herself close to you, wrapping
her arms around your neck as she pulled you into a hug.  "Thanks for not
being a creep," she whispered.  "You're actually a pretty good guy, John."

   "You're welcome," you said, wrapping your arms around her and hugging
her back for a long moment before letting her go.



   Chapter 4

   "You get to what!?" Eric said from his seat in the conference room.

   "We're doing surveys at another company," you grinned.  You had stopped
off in the Intern's shared conference room/bullpen to pick up some extra
pens and the phone charger you kept at work.

   "This is so unfair.  Why the hell do you get to do stuff and we don't?"
Eric demanded.

   "Because he got here first," Gemma said, waving Eric off like the
annoying drone he was.  "My question is why you and Sabrina get to go
together."

   Gemma was equal parts beautiful and smart.  She'd just completed a
semester abroad at the local State university and had decided to do a
summer internship here as well before heading back to Australia.  Gemma was
the kind of girl you expected to be on a beach taking pictures for
Instagram - fit-but-curved body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant
teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a neat braid for work.
She often wore business slacks or pencil skirts that went halfway down her
shins, and simple blouses that were just tight enough to show off her form
without being considered scandalous.

   To be honest, Gemma would have been the walking Wet Dream of the office
intern pool if it wasn't for Sabrina's natural charm and charisma.  Sabrina
just had a way about her that ingratiated her to people, and while she
wasn't as aggressively beautiful as Gemma, she had that all-American
attitude and confidence without being overbearing.

   "Sabrina came in right after Eric and helped me out finding files for
Garrison, so we delivered them together," you said.

   "What the hell, dude.  Why didn't you get me to help you?" Eric asked.

   "You didn't ask or offer.  Besides, even if I had asked you, you would
have just laughed it off," you said.

   "Not if I knew there was a reward like this," he scoffed.

   "I think that's the point of a reward," Gemma said.  "You earn them by
being a good worker and a good person, Eric.  Not just because you want
them."

   "Whatever," Eric said.  "Fine.  Leave me and Gemma and Andy to do all
the real work.  We'll make sure to leave your shares waiting for you."

   "You do that," you sighed.  "Later."

   Eric grunted.  Gemma smiled, just a touch of jealousy in her expression,
but she waved and gave a little wink.

   That wink would have carried you on cloud nine all day on any other day.
Instead, you barely registered it as you left the intern bullpen with your
messenger bag slung over your shoulder and headed towards the elevator.

   "Got everything?" Sabrina asked as you met her there.

   "Yup," you said.  "Eric is super jealous."

   "Hah, good," Sabrina laughed.  "Maybe he'll put in a little more work
instead of checking his phone all the time.  He is obsessed with Hinge."

   The elevator dinged and opened, and Andy came stumbling out.  Andy was
the kind of tall, shaggy-haired kid who you assumed was either going to
drop out of school to go become a tech mogul, or drop out of school to
become a burnout in whatever bumfuck suburb he'd rolled out of. 
Unfortunately for him, it was looking more and more like it was the latter.

   "Hey guys," Andy said, then put a hand to his mouth and stifled a burp.
He looked like shit, with dark rings under his eyes and slightly pale.  "Am
I late?"

   "Five minutes," you said, checking the time on your phone.  "Not as bad
as yesterday."

   "Anyone been looking for me?  I had a rough morning."

   "Not yet," Sabrina said.  "Try not to throw up on your way back there."

   "Nice," he said, and offered a raised hand for a high five.

   You winced, but couldn't leave him hanging with that expectant, idiot
look on his face.  You slapped his hand, which was unfortunately
weak-fingered for a guy offering the high five, and you and Sabrina moved
past him into the elevator.

   Andy was halfway around the corner, and the elevator doors were closing,
when he stopped and blinked, then looked back at you.  "Hey, where are y-"

   The doors shut, cutting him off.

   "That guy really needs to get his shit together," Sabrina said.

   "How many times do you think Gemma is going to have to wake him up
today?" you asked.

   She made a show of pondering for a moment, pursing her lips to the side
and tapping her cheek.

   God, she's cute, you thought.

   "Hmm, I'm thinking three times this morning, then five this afternoon
unless they move him somewhere else in the office.  That room gets so warm
in the afternoon."

   "I was thinking four total, but only because he leaves work sick by
lunch," you said.

   "Ooh, good point."

   The elevator reached the ground floor quickly and you two walked out.

   "Hey, Becks," Sabrina said to the secretary.  "Guess what?  John and I
get to go do some work outside the office!"

   The secretary, who until now you weren't even sure had a name since she
was so unengaged from you every day, looked up and her usually stony
expression flickered into a smile.  "Hey, that's great, Sabrina. 
Congratulations.  You too, John."

   Sabrina waved as you two left the building and stepped out onto the
downtown street.  It was only 9:30, but the sidewalks were busy and the
summer sun was already well on its way to turning this into a hellishly hot
day.

   "That might be the first time she's ever even looked at me," you said.

   "Who?  Becks?  Aw, she's so sweet though," Sabrina said.

   "Yeah, maybe to you," you said.  "I say hello to her every morning and
she never even looks at me."

   "Well, come on," John said.  "Maybe we just need to work on your
Secretary-whispering."

   You two headed off, winding your way through downtown towards the
Benthouse building.



   Chapter 5

   It was a ten-minute walk through downtown before we got to the Benthouse
building.  The immense structure was one of the old style of skyscrapers,
with lots of fancy stonework around the modernized revolving glass doors,
and way far up you could see the same stonework on the upper corners of the
building.  They'd even shot a scene of that latest Batman movie on top of
it, featuring one of the gargoyles as Bats himself looked out over the
city.

   Benthouse was a 32-story edifice, and as you and Sabrina walked through
the doors, you were greeted by a big, two-story entry hall with vaulted
ceilings that looked like they would have been more at home in a museum
than an office building.

   "The registry is over here," Sabrina said, and you followed her over to
the big plaque on one of the walls near the elevators.  There were easily
fifty businesses listed, etched into little black metal plates.  You
searched for a moment and found Chambers Architecture up on the 24th floor.

   You and Sabrina went over to the elevators and you pushed the call
button.

   "Things aren't weird between us now, right?" Sabrina asked you quietly.

   "Hmm?" you hummed.  "Oh, um, no, I don't think so.  Are they weird for
you?"

   "Well, I was just thinking...  you've, like, well you looked at my
content, right?" she asked.

   "Yeah," you said.  "I, uh, yeah I did."

   "So you've seen...  yeah..." Sabrina said.

   "Yeah," you agreed.  You'd seen her naked.  You'd seen her giving
blowjobs to a dildo.  You'd seen her secretly flashing in public.  You'd
seen her come on her fingers, and using her dildo.  You'd seen her trying
out a buttplug.

   The elevator opened and you moved inside.

   "So-"

   "Hold the elevator, please!" someone called.

   You hit the Open Door button, and a trio of younger businessmen trampled
into the elevator.  They were maybe in their mid-twenties, all dressed up
in suits but looking a little worse for wear like they'd been running.

   "Thanks," said one, as the other two were panting.

   You hit the 24th Floor button, then the 18th at the request of the
least-winded Suit.

   "So, did you like watching the...  movies?" Sabrina asked once the
elevator doors were closing.

   She wants to have this conversation here?  What was she thinking?

   "I did, yeah," you said, carefully choosing your words.  "They were a
lot of fun.  And the endings were, ah, satisfying."

   "Oh," she said, and blushed.  "Well, that's good to know."

   "Are you two movie people?" asked one of the Suits.  "What movies?"

   "Um," Sabrina said, lost for words.

   "Oh, I'd never seen the Harry Potter movies before," you covered.  "I'm
only part way through them though.  I'm kind of looking forward to seeing
more of them, but my friend here has been lending them to me."

   Sabrina blushed a little deeper, but her pouty smirk was pleased.

   "What!?" The Suit practically exploded.  "How has a guy your age not
seen Harry Potter?  Did you grow up living under a rock or something?"

   "I, uh, just never got into them as a kid," you said.

   "Look, my dude.  I've got a little side project, it's a podcast.  I
know, I know, everyone has a podcast these days," the guy said.  His two
associates were rolling their eyes to each other.  "But it's about movies.
You should look us up, we give all sorts of reviews and suggest watch
lists."

   "Uh, sure," you said.  "What's it called?"

   "You can find us on like, iTunes and Spotify.  It's called Big City
Blockbusters."

   "Cool," you said, nodding.  "I'll check it out..."

   "Awesome, you'll love it," the guy said, grinning.

   The elevator came to a stop and Sabrina rocked with the motion, bumping
into you from the side.  All three of the suits started to exit.  None of
you said anything, and soon you and Sabrina were alone in the elevator
again.

   Sabrina started snickering first, but you followed soon after.

   "What the fuck?" she laughed, then slapped your arm.  "You thought they
were satisfying?"

   "Well I didn't want to lie," you chuckled.  "But what did you want me to
say, asking me that with those guys in here?"

   "I don't know.  I wanted to see what you'd do," she said.

   "Well, now you know," you said.

   Sabrina took a moment to fix her hair, looking into the mirror mounted
to the side of the elevator.  You watched her, and she saw you looking and
smiled at you.

   "So.  Satisfying, huh?" she asked, meeting your eye.

   Now it was your turn to blush a little.  "Yeah.  Yes.  You're a very
beautiful woman, Sabrina.  But I think you also put a lot of your
personality into it, which is even more attractive."

   "Thanks," she said, smiling and turning away from the mirror to look at
you directly.  "I don't know why, but I try really hard to like...  connect
with people, even if I'm not showing my face."

   "It worked for me.  Maybe too well," you said.  "You do a pretty good
job of disguising your voice with those whispers, but between the carpet
and just being you, I figured it out."

   The elevator dinged again as it reached your destination.

   "Well," Sabrina said, turning to the doors.  "At least I know my fans
appreciate more than just my body."

   "I never said I was a fan," you said, following her out of the elevator.

   "You're not?" she asked.

   We'd stepped out into a little elevator lobby area, with a hallway
splitting and leading out into the building.  Signs mounted to the wall
pointed toward Chambers Architecture in one direction, and an Importing
business in the other.

   "Well, I mean I'm not not a fan," you said.  "But I dunno, wouldn't it
be weird to be friends with a fan?"

   Sabrina smirked and shook her head, but didn't answer you.  "Come on,
John.  Let's work on your Secretary skills."

   She headed down the hall, and you followed.  Ahead of you was a full
panel glass door, beyond which was a nicer lobby room, separated from a
large open-space office area dotted with work desk pods by a half-wall and
a secretary desk.  The woman behind the desk was cute but older than you
two, maybe in her early thirties.

   Sabrina went to open the door and glanced back at you.  "Just friends,
huh?" she smirked at you, then was in and through the door.  "Hi, good
morning," she said to the secretary.



   Chapter 6

   "Well hey there," the secretary said, turning and beaming you and
Sabrina with a big smile and splash of Southern drawl.  She was blonde,
with a bob haircut that was just starting to get too long, and when she
smiled she showed a real set of chompers, beaming bright white.

   Sabrina, who had started the conversation, abruptly turned to you with a
smile instead of answering.

   "Oh, hi," you said, stepping forward.  "We're interns with Blake, Meyer
and Associates.  We're supposed to have an appointment to perform employee
surveys?"

   "Ah," the secretary said, her smile dropping a bit.  She gestured over
to the chairs in the waiting area.  "Alright.  Well, why don't you two grab
a seat and we'll see about figuring things out for you."

   "Thanks," you said, and she nodded in reply and began typing on her
computer.

   You and Sabrina moved over to the bench seating off to the side of the
waiting area.  "That wasn't so bad," you said quietly to her.

   Sabrina rolled her eyes as she took a seat.  "Ugh, really?" she asked.
"That was terrible.  No wonder Becks doesn't give you the time of day."

   "What?  I was polite," you said.

   "Typical guy," Sabrina sighed.  "John, that woman spends her entire day
stuck behind that desk and doing menial work for people who get paid more
than her.  She's an eternal intern.  The only time she gets to feel
important is when that monotony is broken by people coming in that door. 
She wants to talk!  She doesn't want to just usher you on to whoever is
waiting for us."

   "I guess that makes sense," you whispered.  "But we're at work.  Aren't
we supposed to be...  business-like?  Professional?"

   "That's not how you get ahead," Sabrina said.  "Take us right now.  Did
we get this day out by just keeping our heads down and being professional,
or did we take some risks and stick our heads up?"

   "I don't feel like we took many risks to get here, Sabrina."

   "Fine, OK.  Bad example.  But just- Do you agree it couldn't hurt to get
to know this lady more?"

   "I guess not," you said.

   "Good, OK.  Now just watch and listen," she said, then stood up and
smoothed her skirt before walking up to the secretary.  "I'm so sorry to
bother you, but I just had to ask where you got that necklace.  It is just
fab."

   Fab?  You'd never heard Sabrina talk like that before, in school or at
work, or online.  The thing was, somehow it worked.  The secretary lit up
like a kid on Christmas morning as she turned on that megawatt smile again.

   "Oh, you noticed it?  O.  M.  G.  It's so beautiful, right?  It was a
gift from my boyfriend," she said.

   The conversation was inane and, honestly, some of it went over your
head. But the lady was fully engaged with Sabrina and grinning like a fiend
as they talked.  Sabrina, for her part, was leaning over the front of the
desk.  Your mind quickly drifted from the conversation to Sabrina's ass,
pointed back at you.  Her skirt was hugging her hips but fell loosely in
swoopy black drapes down to the tops of her calves.  As she leaned over,
she shifted her weight from one foot to the other - she was wearing her
usual work shoes of simple but elegant two-inch pumps, and as she shifted
favouring one foot then the other, her ass slowly rocked back and forth.

   Clothed, Sabrina had a relatively petite body with just enough curve to
make her stand out as womanly in her slenderness.  From your online
'research,' Sabrina had a booty that wouldn't quit even if it was carried
by her small frame - her two cheeks were tight and plump at the same time,
and she had that delightful diamond gap at the top of her thighs.  Not that
you could see it now, but you could definitely daydream.

   Your reverie was broken when Sabrina glanced back over her shoulder,
flashing you a smile as she caught you staring.  No, you weren't staring,
you were watching, right?  She'd told you to pay attention, so that's what
you were doing.  But she smiled at you, and when she turned back to her
conversation she lightly kicked her leg up, bouncing it in an almost
playful way for a few moments.

   She was flirting with you, right?  Was she?

   Yeah, she had to be.

   Holy shit, Sabrina was flirting with you!

   "Ah, yes, you two must be our guests from BMA, yes?" a woman said,
stepping into the lobby area from the open office beyond.

   "Yes, we are," Sabrina said, as you stood and joined her.  "Terry sent
us over to gather the employee survey data."

   Terry?  You wondered, then remembered that was Garrison's first name. 
Usually you just called him Sir, or Mr Garrison.  The way Sabrina said his
first name felt weird, like she knew him as a colleague instead of as a
boss.  It made her sound- Oooh, right.  She was making a good impression.

   And you had gone and introduced yourself as an intern.  Lowest of the
low in an office - even the nightly cleaning staff were more important and
more trusted than you.

   For the first time, you thought maybe you were starting to understand
'Fake it till you Make it.'

   "Great.  Glad we're finally getting rolling on this," the woman said. 
She was dressed in a smart, bright red pantsuit and looked like she was in
her fifties, with dark wavy hair that was starting to show heavy silvering
under the lights.  "Follow me, we'll get you set up in the back conference
room."

   You and Sabrina followed the woman into the main part of the office. 
You gave the secretary a smile on the way by, and she responded with one
that didn't hit half the wattage as what she'd had plastered on her face
while talking to Sabrina.

   The office looked like it was about two-thirds that open space - desk
pods were crammed into the area, while architectural drawing desks were
lined up along the bank of windows looking out at the open air between the
downtown skyscrapers.  You weren't high enough up to really see skyline,
and not low enough to see the street, so while it was a view, it wasn't
much of one.  The back third of the office looked to be private rooms,
headed by a large, fancy conference room with a heavy oak table and all
sorts of projector and television equipment.

   You were not led to that room.  You and Sabrina followed the woman to a
short hallway, led past a staff kitchen area, a janitor closet and a pair
of staff washrooms, before arriving at an oak door.  Inside was a squat
room crammed into some forgotten corner of the building.  It had several
windows looking out at the side of a different adjacent skyscraper, but was
otherwise bland in every way.  There were a few old office chairs, a flimsy
square table and a cheap, white mug holding a half dozen pens.

   "It's not fancy, but it's what we've got for you.  We're a little short
on space right now," the lady said.

   "It's fine," you said.  "We've got everything we need."

   "Good," the woman nodded.  "I'll give you a few minutes to set up, then
start sending folks back."

   She didn't wait for a reply, turning and leaving you and Sabrina in the
cramped little conference room.

   "Well," Sabrina said, "At least it's not in the same building, right?"

   "Yeah," you said.

   It was exactly like your regular shitty little room you had escaped
working in back at the office.



   Chapter 7

   The woman - who you would later found out was the Officer Administrator
- was a little off in her offer of a few minutes to get set up.  You and
Sabrina had barely arranged the chairs and pulled the survey sheets out and
there was already a knock on the floor.

   "Uh, hey?" asked the man at the door.  "This is the survey thing,
right?" He was dressed business-casual, which seemed to be the norm out on
the office floor.  He was also utterly forgettable in almost every way.

   "Yes, it is.  Please come in and sit down," Sabrina said, taking charge.

   "Sure, sure," the guy said.  "Is this going to take long?"

   "Not unless you have a lot to say," you said, trying to take Sabrina's
suggestion to be more friendly.

   "Oh, uh, OK I guess," the guy said.  He settled in and the surveys
started up.

   What then occurred was the biggest waste of time you could think of. 
You and Sabrina took turns taking notes and reading out the questions, and
crossing out employee names on the master list as they came in.  Doing the
survey probably would have taken each person five minutes if it had been
sent out by email - but classic BMA, they went the extra mile and wanted to
make sure all of the employees of Chambers (aka.  the owners) knew the firm
was taking things seriously.

   "I bet they're still going to bill hours as if Darrel is doing this,"
you muttered to Sabrina during one of your infrequent breaks.

   "You're probably right," she sighed, looking over the short stack of
responses you'd already gathered.  It was all fairly simple stuff;
questions about current practices, questions about where each employee
thought the company could better their practices, or where the company was
lacking.  Questions about bosses, which no one ever answered truthfully.

   Each interview took about ten minutes, and by 11:30 you had gotten
through about eleven of the suckers when the Office Admin lady poked her
head back in.

   "That's all for now.  We've got a big staff meeting at 12:30, so
everyone's out for an early lunch.  We should be good to pick back up at
1:30, maybe 2pm at the latest.  Does that work for you?"

   You and Sabrina looked to each other, and then both turned and said,
"Yes."

   "That works great," Sabrina followed.

   "Alright," the lady said before leaving.  "See you at two."

   "Holy crap.  We've got a two and a half hour lunch?" Sabrina said under
her breath.

   "This day just got so much better," you said, standing up and offering
her a high five.

   Sabrina accepted, clapping your hand softly as if in a daze.  "What do
we do for that long?"

   "Let's go eat somewhere and actually, like, sit down," you said. 
Usually you and the other interns got a half hour for lunch, which meant
grabbing something from the crappy little bodega next to the firm building,
or if you wanted to risk it running down the street to the sub place.

   "Yeah," Sabrina nodded, then got a look on her face.  "Actually, that's
a really good idea.  Come on, I saw a place on the walk over that we should
try."

   "Sure," you agreed, quickly packing up your papers.

   You two hit the street, backtracking a block, and Sabrina led you to a
pub-like place that was probably a trendy bar at night.  You two entered,
and since you were there before noon the place was still fairly empty.

   "Good morning," the hostess said as you met her at the little podium
near the front door.

   "Hey there," you said, putting on a grin and trying to show Sabrina that
you'd been paying attention to her silly scolding over your
business-relation skills.  "Beautiful day out there, isn't it?"

   "It is," the hostess agreed.  "It's supposed to be a hot one, though."

   You're a hot one, you thought, then immediately afterwards, Nope, that's
too much.  Thankfully your internal filter caught that one before your
mouth blurted it out.

   "I can't wait," Sabrina said.  "Maybe I'll get some tanning in after
work."

   "Ooh, that sounds good," the hostess said, then winced.  "Too bad for
me, I'm working a double."

   "Aw, that is too bad," Sabrina commiserated.

   "Well, come on back, let's get you a table.  Are you expecting anyone
else?" the hostess asked, waving you to follow her as she led you into the
pub.

   "No, just us today," you said.

   "Actually, can we grab one of those booths back there?" Sabrina asked,
pointing towards the back of the pub, away from the front window.

   "Sure," the hostess said, practically chirping.  She led you to a back
booth, tucked into the corner, and you noticed Sabrina manoeuvering so that
she grabbed the closer bench seat, leaving you in the corner and looking
out at the rest of the room.  "I hope you don't mind me asking," the
hostess added, as you and Sabrina slid into the seats, "But just the two of
you, and wanting some privacy, is this a lunch date?"

   "N-" you started, but Sabrina cut you off.

   "Something like that," she smiled, crinkling her nose and then giggling
for a brief moment along with the giddy hostess.

   "Oh, that's so cute," the girl said.  "Well, have fun, and let me know
if you need anything.  Theresa will be your waitress, she'll be around in a
sec to grab your drink orders."

   "Thanks," you said, giving her another smile.

   The waitress returned your smile, and then backed away and, out of sight
of Sabrina, mimed pointing at Sabrina and then gave me a thumbs up, a wink
and a mouthed 'Nice job!'

   I snorted and shook my head.

   "What?" Sabrina asked.

   "Nothing, nothing," you said.  "So how was that, am I doing any better
with being friendly?"

   "A little," she said.  "Careful not to make a girl jealous though,
flirting with cute waitresses."

   "Well, I mean there's still a little mystery with her," I teased,
testing the waters back towards the elephant in the room between us.

   "Oh-ho," Sabrina said, eyes widening at my dig.  "Woooow.  Well, at
least you know exactly what you're getting under the packaging."

   "True," you laughed with her.  "Though, the packaging is very nice
today. Is that OK, me complimenting you?  I've wanted to more than once
over the summer but it's always felt weird in the office."

   "Thank you, and no.  But you're right, until today it probably would
have come across as a bit creepy, and I would have lumped you in with
Eric," she said.

   "And today?"

   "Today, you're acting very cool for a guy that's watched me-"

   "Well, hey there folks," a waitress interrupted.

   You and Sabrina quickly made your drink orders - you splurged and both
ordered a draft beer for lunch, planning to cut off at one even if it would
be a couple hours before you needed to work again.

   "So about that," you said once the waitress had gone to pour your beers.

   "About what?" Sabrina asked.

   "About you know," you said.  "I just - and believe me, I'm not judging
or complaining.  But you were so worried as soon as I brought it up this
morning.  So why do it?"



   Chapter 8

   Sabrina twisted her lips into a half-pout, half-consider expression as
she sat back into her booth bench.  "I- Well, it's hard to say," she said.
"I guess it kinda came down to just...  I want more, faster?  Like, I could
go through school while working some minimum wage job and hating it, and
all that effort would take away from my classes.  And then at the end when
I have a degree I would still be broke with a mountain of student debt
going into law school, piling up more debt.  Doing this, after the first
couple of weeks I made enough to cover my rent for the month and books for
the next semester.  I'm a month in now and I've already paid off my rent
for the summer."

   "So it's all about the money?" you asked.

   She smirked.  "Well, no," she said.  "There are some perks that I wasn't
expecting.  I get a little thrill every time I post something dirty.  It's
like posting something cute on Instagram and seeing a lot of people like
it, but way, way more.  And sure, some of the comments I get are weird and
gross, but a lot of the people who message me are super complementary and
super...  I don't know, they just really want to make a connection with
someone, and when I give them just a little bit of attention I can tell
it's made their week.  And that makes me feel good, knowing I'm doing
that."

   You nodded slowly, trying to absorb everything she was saying.  Your
assumptions about OnlyFans girls had always been rudimentary - they were
slutty girls who wanted to make an easy buck off of their looks.  Yeah,
sure, Sabrina was in it for the money, but the way she talked about it, it
was like she'd made a calculated business decision instead of just doing it
on a whim.  And she wasn't a slut, at least not openly.  She dressed
relatively conservatively compared to most college girls you knew, she was
friendly but not overly flirty with people.  As far as you knew she didn't
sleep around, or you probably would have heard something from your social
circles back at college.

   "Thanks," you said.

   She quirked an eyebrow with a little smile.  "Really?"

   "Yeah," you said.  "I mean, you didn't need to give me a real answer
like that.  You could have just brushed it off.  I appreciate you being
candid."

   "Well, you're welcome," she said.

   Your beers were soon delivered to the table, and you both gave your
orders, giving you a chance to tease her about ordering a salad while you
ordered a chicken burger and fries.  Sabrina excused herself after going to
the washroom, and you took the opportunity to adjust your dick in your
pants.  The conversation hadn't even been that sexual, but just being with
her, knowing what you knew, was getting to you.

   Pulling out your phone, you glanced towards the little washroom hallway
quickly before loading up your web browser and opening Sabrina's page.  You
scrolled a moment, then selected one of the photo sets she'd posted.  It
was a classic schoolgirl outfit tease, and in the first couple of photos
she played the part - she wasn't even being a slutty schoolgirl, her kilt
was down almost to her knees, and her shirt was tucked in with a little
bowtie matching the pattern of the kilt.  Then she was playing with the
kilt, then she started undoing blouse buttons.

   You had just scrolled down to the moment Sabrina was flipping up her
skirt, showing off her lacy panties and ass as she smirked over her
shoulder, when Sabrina came back out of the washrooms.  She'd taken off her
sweater, leaving her in her button-down blouse and long, black knit skirt.
You quickly slipped your phone back into your pocket.

   "Getting comfortable?" you asked.

   "Sort of," she said, giving you a soft, playful smile.  She sat down and
you two started talking about work, of all things.  Sabrina found the work
as boring as you did, and had formed a lot of the same opinions about your
fellow interns other than Gemma.  Sabrina thought Gemma was a bit sneakier
than she came off, a bit more like Eric and his entitled background.  You
hadn't seen that out of her, but then you also had to admit you might have
had some blinders on because of her looks.

   Eventually, Sabrina drained the last of her beer and she reached into
her little purse and pulled out her phone, putting it on the table in
between the two of you.  "So, I had an idea," she said.

   It was your turn to give her the raised eyebrow.  "Alright.  Are we
talking 'take a picture to make Eric jealous about lunch' idea, or
something else?"

   "Something else," she said.  Sabrina leaned forward, dropping her voice
a little bit.  "I need something to post tonight or tomorrow, so I was
thinking since you've already, y'know, seen everything...  do you want to
be my cameraman really quick?"

   You blinked, and then looked around the restaurant.  It was coming up on
noon and more people had entered, but they were all getting seated near the
front.  The hostess seemed to be trying to do you two a favour with some
privacy.

   "Really?" you asked.

   "Sure," Sabrina said.  "Usually I have to try and figure out how to do
it all by myself and it takes a million tries to get things in frame the
way I want.  You already know how I frame things, and you've been really,
weirdly good and supportive about it, so why not?  I mean, if you're into
it."

   "Uhm, yeah, sure," you said.

   "Cool," she said.  "Let's just wait for our food, then we can make it
look like you're taking photos of me for Instagram or something.  You can
use my phone - I upgraded to the Pixel when I was thinking about doing all
this."

   "Yeah, OK," you said.

   Holy shit.  Holy shit!

   For the next couple of minutes, Sabrina leaned over the table and showed
you the various features on her phone she wanted you to use.  She tested a
couple of soft filters for the lighting, passing the phone back and forth
with you.

   Then the food arrived, dropped off by your waitress, and you sat back as
Sabrina gave you a smile.

   "Well?  Are you ready to give this a try?" she asked.



   Chapter 9

   "Alright," you said.  "I'm ready."

   "Just remember to keep the framing right," she reminded you.

   You lifted her phone and pointed it at her, adjusting just slightly so
that the upper limit caught just the bottom of her nose, and her smooth,
expressive lips.  She was smiling just a hint lop-sided, giving her a touch
of playful personality even before she'd started doing anything, and this
camera position both hid her identity and managed to put her entire torso
in frame, along with her food.

   "Got it," you said.  "Whenever you're ready."

   She nodded, and you started the recording.

   "Hey baby," Sabrina whispered lowly, using the voice she put on in all
of her videos.  It was soft and sultry, but didn't hide her usual earnest
pep.  "Thank you so much for coming to meet me on this lunch date.  It was
so nice of you to come all this way, just for little old me."

   Sabrina played with the buttons of her blouse as she did this, running
her fingers over them softly, then down her sides, subtly accenting her
form under the tight shirt.  It was opaque enough that you couldn't see
what sort of bra she had on, but it hugged her form as tightly as the
sweater she had been wearing before.

   "Look at this delicious salad they made me," she continued.  "I know, I
know, you're not big on salad.  You're a manly guy, and I think that's kind
of hot.  And look, I'm already done my first drink!  I swear I'm not trying
to get tipsy in the middle of the day.  I'm just building up my courage to
thank you properly even though we're in this busy restaurant."

   She started unbuttoning her shirt from the top button, one at a time. 
She wasn't going slow, since you weren't trying to get caught by doing this
for too long, but she didn't speed through it either.

   "Do you like my outfit?  I was ready for a long day in the office before
you called.  I promise I wasn't trying to flirt with anyone else, baby.  I
just like to look cute, especially if you might call for drinks after work.
Of course, I know your favourite way for me to wear my outfits is not at
all.  I can't really do that here, baby, but maybe I can just tease you a
bit?  Is that alright?"

   Sabrina had unbuttoned her shirt down past her bustline now, revealing
her small set of cleavage and the centre point of the little black bra she
was wearing.  You couldn't see much yet, but she started leaning forward,
letting her shirt gape open a bit, and subtly pulling each part to the side
as she talked.

   "You like that, right?  When I'm willing to take some risks to make you
happy?  When I show myself off to you, and only you?  When I give you peeks
at things no one is supposed to peek at?"

   Her bra was entirely visible now.  It was a thin lace, partially
see-through, and you could see the dark, ruddy pink of her nipples.  By now
your mouth had gone a little dry - this surreal experience was like
watching live porn.  No, it is live porn.

   "I know I'm being naughty," Sabrina continued.  "But I know you like
that, too.  I can't go much further than this, baby, but maybe?  Just a
little peek?"

   She pulled one of her bra cups aside, letting one perfect little tit
peek over the edge, revealing her nipple to open air.  At the same time she
bit her lower lip, framing a beautiful shot of her being equal parts
naughty and naively innocent.

   That, unfortunately, was when you saw the waitress heading over to check
on you two.

   You gave the signal, wiggling your finger above the camera, and Sabrina
sat up straighter, pulling her shirt closed as she turned and smiled as the
waitress came down to the side of the booth.

   "Oh, is everything alright?  You folks haven't even started yet."

   You held the camera down, but didn't stop recording.  The shot was more
of the table now, both your food and Sabrina's, but there was still some of
her torso in the shot.

   "Yeah," Sabrina said.  "I'm just a bit of a foodie.  Taking pictures for
Instagram before we eat."

   "That's cute!" the waitress said.  "Just make sure you start that burger
sooner than later, alright?  Don't want it to get cold."

   "Will do," you said.  "Just gotta keep my girl here happy."

   "That is too cute.  Hey, make sure y'all tag us in the photos, alright?"

   "Of course," Sabrina smiled, and the waitress sauntered away.

   You raised the camera again and circled your finger, telling Sabrina
that you were still filming.

   "Oh my god," Sabrina whispered, going back to her performing voice.  "We
almost got caught.  I've got goosebumps on my arms, and my chest.  We
should stop, but you called me your girl to that waitress for the first
time ever, and that got me hot.  Am I your girl now, baby?  Mmm, maybe I
should reward you for that."

   Sabrina pulled her shirt aside again, flashing her tit one more time
before fixing her bra and buttoning up a couple of buttons.  Then she
gestured with a finger pointing down and mouthed, 'Under the table.'

   You tried, as best you could, to make it look like you were casually
lowering the phone while also keeping her face mostly out of frame, before
it dropped below the line of the table and the camera auto-adjusted for the
dark lighting.  On the screen you could see that Sabrina was sitting with
her legs spread about a foot and a half apart, and her long skirt was
pulled up over her knees, but drooping between her thighs.  Slowly, she
started pulling the skirt back more, shifting her butt forward on the seat
and spreading her legs wider, revealing inch after inch of her perfect,
smooth thighs.



   Chapter 10

   You glanced up from the phone screen, but Sabrina was looking away and
watching to make sure no one was watching what was happening.  Her face in
profile had the same striking simple beauty, slim with a defined jawline
and curious eyes.  She was biting the corner of her lower lip.

   Below, recorded on her phone in high def, her skirt came up and revealed
that Sabrina had removed her panties along with her sweater in the
bathroom. Or maybe she wasn't wearing panties all along, you wondered
mindlessly for a moment as you watched the public flashing on the phone. 
You had seen her pussy before, seen a lot more of it really, in the videos
on her OnlyFans page.  But this was different.  You were here, the camera
in your hand.  It was practically across the table, eating lunch with you.

   Her pale skin carried down to her pussy, which was smooth and bald
except for a small dot of trimmed pubic hair sitting a couple of inches
above her clit like an exclamation point.  Her out lips were smooth and
slightly puffy, and her inner lips were a soft, pale pastel pink that led
up to her button of a clit hood.  The whole thing was simple and
attractive, and even her ass cheeks made a delicious cleavage hinting at
even more forbidden zones.

   Sabrina giggled softly, and slowly closed her legs, then opened them
again.  She did it a few times, hiding and uncovering herself playfully, as
one of her hands slipped under the table and trailed her fingers lower and
lower, over her skirt and down until they were playing at her lips. 
Fingertips sliding along those quickly flushing folds, touching lightly
into the cleft, spreading them apart ever so slightly until the camera
caught the dark centre of her hole.

   You wanted her to slide a finger in.  Fuck, you wanted to slide a finger
in her, or more.  But instead Sabrina giggled again and closed her legs.

   "Was that too much, baby?  I know you like to be teased so bad, but we
can't do anything to relieve you for hours yet.  Or maybe I want you like
that, building and building pressure until you just ravage me after work
today.  Does that sound hot to you, if I push you all the way to the edge?"

   You glanced up again and Sabrina was chewing on her bottom lip now,
watching you.  She let her lip slide free and flashed you a pouty smirk and
a wink, then motioned and mouthed, 'Follow my lead, pull back a bit.'

   Back under the table, one of her fingers was still resting lightly on
her clit hood, lightly tapping it while her legs remained mostly closed,
hiding anything lower.  Slowly she lifted one of her feet, running it up
and down your leg.  You almost jumped at the feeling, surprised that this
had gone from visual performance to real life.

   "Maybe I can push you a little further, baby.  Maybe a bit more teasing,
to really get you humming."

   She slipped out of her shoe, and now you could feel her bare foot
playing up the inside calf of your slacks.  Her bare foot was on the camera
screen, her pussy now an out-of-focus background, and as she rubbed back
and forth her foot inched further and further up your leg, passed your knee
and up your thigh.

   "Mmm, can I make you feel good, baby?  Can your girl just get a little
feel?"

   You pulled the phone back out from beneath the table but kept it pointed
down as her foot firmly slid into your crotch, her bare toes passing up one
of your thighs, across your groin and finally curving around the hard rod
of your cock running down your other thigh.

   "Ooh, I think all my teasing is working, baby.  You feel really hard. 
Is that all from me, or have you been thinking about our pretty waitress,
too?  Or maybe that blonde little hostess who sat us here?  I bet if they
knew what was going on, and what you had waiting in your pants, they'd be
interested too.  Who knows, maybe I'll ask them for their numbers and
invite them over as a surprise sometime, baby.  You know I'm bi-curious."

   She was rubbing her foot up and down your dick now, and the camera was
easily picking up the shape of your dick in your pants.

   "Would that be something you want to see?  My first time with another
woman?  Maybe I'll make that a reality for you, baby."

   By now, after all this, you were worried you were going to be leaking
enough precum that you'd start leaking through the leg of your slacks.  God
damn she was pushing your buttons.  Sabrina seemed to know that though, and
she slowly pulled her foot away, back into the darkness underneath the
table, and you raised the camera from your crotch to look across at her
again, framing her from her salad on the table, up her torso and her
barely-buttoned shirt, until her pursed, pleased smile was in the top part
of the frame.

   "I think that's probably enough for now.  I hope you enjoyed that, baby.
Just a little tease so that you're really ready for me later.  God, I can't
wait for you to make me pay for all of that."

   She made an air kiss at the camera, and you let it sit for a moment
before you turned off the recording.

   "God damn, dude," you said, letting out a heavy breath.  "That was-"

   "That was super fucking hot," Sabrina said.  "Here, let me see it.  I
can't believe we did that in one take.  Did you get everything in frame?"

   You two actually, finally started eating your lunch as Sabrina watched
back what you had recorded.  She mostly liked it, and after her first watch
she actually got up and sat in the same side of the booth as you so that
you could both watch it back again and she gave you a couple notes on your
framing, and how you could make use of her phone's top of the line camera.

   By the time the two of you had finished lunch, your cock had managed to
stop doing a steel bar impersonation in your pants, and you were both
laughing over entirely unrelated gossip about people from back in your
college classes.  Theresa the waitress came around and collected your
dishes, but Sabrina asked to delay the bill and ordered coffees for you
both, along with a fudge sundae for you to share.

   As the waitress turned, offering you both a grin and a wink, Sabrina
turned back to you.  "So, I was wondering --"