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 ï>¿The OF Girl by BreakTheBar

   Chapter 11

   "You handled all of that really well.  But I also sort of...  pushed it
pretty far.  Was that OK?  I figured calling you 'baby' wasn't so bad, but
once we were into it I got a little carried away," Sabrina said.  You two
were still sitting next to each other in the booth, and she leaned one
elbow on the table, leaning forward and turning fully to talk to you.  Her
shirt, still partially unbuttoned, gaped open a little and you could see
her cleavage and the top line of her bra.

   "Yeah, I was fine with it," you said.  "I wasn't really sure what to
expect there, and you were definitely pushing some of my buttons."

   "I think I was pulling on a lever, too," she smirked.

   "That you were," you nodded with your own smile.  "I guess I just need
to know how much of all that was performance for the camera, and how much
might have been for me."

   Her smirk softened into a bit more of a shy smile, and she looked away
for a moment as colour rose to her cheeks.  "I'm not sure, really," she
said.  "I think maybe some of it was definitely for you.  There was a part
of me that wanted to see what you would do, if you'd crack.  Once you were
filming you went all professional on me - I couldn't tell if you were just
focused, or into it."

   The waitress came back with your coffee, interrupting the conversation
again for a moment.  It gave you a chance to recollect your thoughts and
figure out what the hell you were doing.  Sabrina was dancing between
coming on to you constantly, or acting like you were her gay best friend.
You felt like she was right at the cusp of making a decision about you, and
goddamn you wanted to make sure she made the right one.

   As Theresa the waitress walked back towards the bar to make the sundae
Sabrina had ordered, you still hadn't decided how to do what you wanted to
do.

   "John, I just- can I just do one thing?" Sabrina asked you after taking
a sip of her black coffee.

   "What's that?" you asked.

   Instead of answering, she slipped her hand under the table and onto your
thigh, and ran it up to your crotch.  Your dick reacted quickly, having
only gone down to a half-chub through lunch, and soon she was cupping your
hard length through your slacks.

   "God, I thought so," Sabrina said.  "I just couldn't really tell with my
foot.  I've never done something like that before."

   "Sabrina, if you're going to keep doing that, I'm going to do the same,"
you warned her.

   She bit her lip, meeting your eye, but pulled her hand away.  "Sorry.  I
know I'm being such a bitch right now."

   "You're not," you assured her.  "I can't blame you for being curious
about me.  You've given me more than an eyeful, and I'm still curious about
you."

   "Are you?" she asked.

   "Don't be like that," you laughed.  "Don't play like you don't know what
you're doing."

   "What am I doing?" Sabrina asked.

   You didn't answer her, turning and opening a sweetener packet, then
dumping it into your coffee before giving it a stir with the little spoon
they provided.  You took a sip and set the mug back down and looked back at
her.  You didn't say a word, just met her eyes with your own.

   This was it.  This was the moment.  You were going to force her to
choose - admit what direction this was headed, or back off.

   Sabrina pouted her mouth to the side, furrowing her brow as she met your
resistance with consternation.  Then she chewed the inside of her cheek for
a moment, thinking.

   "I'm not looking for a relationship right now," she said.  "Not with
school, and work, and OnlyFans."

   "And?" you asked.

   "Is that alright with you?"

   "Is what alright with me?" you asked.

   "Now you're doing it," she said.

   "Is what alright with me, Sabrina?"

   She swallowed and glanced around, making sure the waitress wasn't coming
back yet.  Then she picked up the spoon you had mixed the sugar into your
coffee with, and slowly slid it into her mouth and sucked on the lingering
flavour for a moment before pulling it back out.  "Do you want to maybe do
more of what we just did?" she asked.  "No strings attached?"

   "I would," you said.  "Is that something you want?"

   "I think I do," she said.  "I hadn't really thought about it before, I
thought I was going to keep this whole thing a secret to my grave.  Or at
least as long as I could.  But having someone to help, and talk to, would
be...  a lot of good, I think."

   "And?"

   "And maybe I really liked teasing you," she admitted.  "And maybe most
of what I said was some fantasy about you, and not just words."

   "OK, Sabrina," you said.  "I'll be thefriend you need, and whatever else
we decide at the moment.  But no strings."

   "OK," she agreed.

   "Aaaand here's your fudge sundae, and two spoons," the waitress said,
presenting the overflowing glass bowl to us.  It was piled with several
scoops of vanilla ice cream and drizzled heavily with warm, gooey
chocolate. "Anything else I can do for you two right now?"

   "We're good," you said.  "Thanks."

   She grinned and walked away to her other tables, leaving you and Sabrina
alone again.

   You picked up a spoon and dipped it into the dessert, then held it out
to Sabrina.  She took it, and you loaded up the second spoon.  "Cheers to
new friends," you said, lifting your spoon towards her.

   "And maybe more," she responded, clinking her spoon against yours.

   You both took your bites, the cold of the ice cream deliciously paired
with the warm of the hot fudge.

   "Mmm," Sabrina hummed around her mouthful.

   "Mhmmm," you agreed with her.

   She slid her hand back into your lap and gave you another squeeze.

   You swallowed and looked at her, setting down your spoon.  "I told you
what would happen if you did that again," you said.

   "You did," she agreed, giving you a cheeky, pursed-lip grin.



   Chapter 12

   Now it was on you.

   Transferring your spoon to your other hand, you casually scooped up some
more fudge and ice cream.  At the same time, you lowered the hand closer to
her down beneath the table and set it on her thigh, maybe halfway up her
leg.  You gave her slim leg a squeeze, and she slowly rocked it back and
forth.

   You both took another bite of ice cream, eyes flicking to watch each
other as you rubbed your hand along her skirt, feeling the knit fabric
slide across her skin.  Your fingers were wrapped down her inner thigh, and
as they moved back and forth you let them move further and further up her
leg.  Soon her skirt was bunching as you moved, and you let it create a
barrier as you pressed higher, pushing her skirt between her legs and
against her bare pussy, the only thing separating you from her the folds of
fabric.

   This had the extra effect of slowly moving the skirt higher up her
knees, and as you stared into her eyes you moved your hand lower, down to
her bare knee.  Skin to skin.

   "So," you said.  "Honestly, Sabrina.  We've been working at BMA for
almost three weeks now.  Is this how you expected to be spending your
summer?

   "Mm," she hummed around her spoon as she took another bite.  Her pupils
flared slightly as she tried not to react to your hand slowly sliding from
her knee, back up her thigh.  You could feel her skin goosebumping.  "Not
really, though I wasn't really sure what to expect.  I just knew that if I
wanted to be a lawyer, it was the sort of place I was supposed to start. 
What about you?"

   "I definitely wasn't expecting some of it," you said.  "And I guess you
could say I've had some positive and negative surprises.  A real grab bag."
You squeezed, halfway up her thigh, when you said grab.

   "Yeah?  How positive?" she asked, smirking.

   "Oh, very," you said.  You didn't move your hand higher, just left it on
her.  "I mean, how could I have expected to work with two beautiful girls
like you and Gemma all summer?  You two more than make up for Eric and
Andy.

   "Is that the only reason you like working with us?  Because we're
beautiful?"

   "No, of course not.  I really like Gemma's quick wit, even if I get hit
with it every once in a while.  She also gives off a great competitive vibe
that I think keeps us all working.  If we don't keep up, we'll fall behind.
That's good."

   Sabrina pouted, but slowly breathed large breaths in and out through her
nose as she did it, her chest rising and falling as she tried not to react
to your hand.  "So Gemma has other qualities, but I don't?  You just like
me for my looks?  For my- for my body?" You had inched your hand higher,
your pinky finger the further up her thigh, buried under the skirt and
pointed towards her pussy.  You were maybe three inches away from it.

   "God, no," you said, using your spoon to gesture.  "Sabrina, you are
probably the sweetest coworker I've ever had.  You can tease - verbally -
just as well as Gemma, but you do it in a way that everyone knows you mean
the opposite.  And your smile can light up a room."

   "That's my looks still, John," she said, then sucked in a breath as you
moved your fingers up another inch.

   "You're right.  So I won't tell you about your amazing smile," you said,
then took another bite of ice cream.  "How about your generosity?  You set
the tone for how all of us interns were going to treat each other - taking
turns, doing things fairly.  Not taking advantage of each other.  You're
the kind of woman who could probably run over the rest of us, but you don't
because you're just...  you."

   "Thanks," she whispered, then bit her lower lip.

   You slid your fingers another inch.  You weren't sure if you were
imagining it or not, but you felt like you could honestly feel the heat
coming off of her lips, you were so close to touching her pussy.

   "And have I mentioned your smile?" you asked.

   She smirked.  "You did," she said.

   "Good.  I never want to forget that," you grinned.

   You squeezed her leg, then leaned in closer to her and she closed her
eyes, mouth parting slightly, expecting you to kiss her.  Instead, you slid
past her lips, going cheek to cheek and whispering into her ear.  "Fair is
fair, Sabrina.  Now we're both going back to work hot and bothered."

   You pulled your hand away from her and tugged down her skirt, smoothing
it on her leg.

   Sabrina leaned forward as you pulled away, eyes still closed for a
moment before she laughed and leaned back.  "You bastard," she giggled. 
"God, how did you do that to me?"

   You laughed with her.  "I don't know.  How did you do what you did?"

   She shook her head and took a long breath, letting it out through her
pursed lips, before taking another bite of sundae.  "Alright, you got me
good," she admitted.  "Game respects game."

   The two of you finished up the sundae and you signaled for the check.

   "We're going dutch," Sabrina said, before the waitress could even ask or
offer.

   Theresa frowned slightly, glancing at me, but nodded.  "Sure, sounds
good.  I'll go get the machine."

   Sabrina turned back to you.  "Friends, right?  So this isn't a date. 
You don't need to try and impress me or anything."

   "Absolutely," you said.  It felt...  weird to need to say that.  But
then, any other day you two would have been fishing in your wallets for
cash to cover the lunch order along with the other interns, so this was as
close to normal as possible.

   You just also had a raging hardon under the table, and wanted to slide
your hand back onto her thigh and you were pretty sure she wouldn't have
minded one bit.  If only for propriety, with the waitress coming back, you
held yourself back.

   Once you were both paid up, you left the pub and began the short walk
back to the Bentley building.  Sabrina slipped her hand into yours, and you
glanced over to her as your fingers entwined.

   "Too much?" she asked.

   "I'm not sure," you said.  "Let's see."

   You walked for half a block before Sabrina let go of your hand and
looped her arm through yours instead.  It brought her closer to you, but
was somehow less intimate at the same time.

   "Better," she said.

   "I like it," you agreed.



   Chapter 13

   You both made your way back to Benthouse building, and up to the
Chambers offices.  Your lunch had taken an hour and a half, but you were
still coming in with plenty of time to spare.  The secretary at the front
smiled warmly as she saw Sabrina, though to her credit she didn't drop it
when you followed Sabrina in.

   "Hey guys, welcome back," she said.  "Everyone is in our staff meeting
right now.  Just head on back to the secondary conference room and we'll
get you two started again when we have the chance, alright?"

   "Sounds good," you said, taking the lead.  "Anything interesting happen
while we were gone?"

   "No," the secretary said, with a questioning look.  "Why?  Should we be
expecting something?"

   "Oh, um, no?" you said, surprised at the response you got.

   "We'll just head back, thanks," Sabrina said, bumping you to start
moving past the secretary desk.

   The main office area was empty of people, and you could see they were
all packed into the large conference room with the lights dimmed and some
sort of presentation going on inside.  No one even turned to glance at you
and Sabrina as you made your way down to the side hallway and back to your
shitty little "office space."

   "OK, I thought you said talking with her would make things better?" you
asked.  "Why the hell did she give methat look?"

   Sabrina rolled her eyes with a sigh.  Part way back on your walk from
the restaurant she had re-donned her sweater, and now she smoothed it out
again as she sat back into her seat at the table.  "It's not just talking,
John.  It's what you talk about, and what sort of impression you made at
first.  She thinks you're weird, so when you asked a random question like
that it came across as more weird."

   You blew out a breath and sat down beside her, slumping in your seat. 
"I'm hopeless, aren't I?" you asked.

   "Pretty much," Sabrina smirked.  "At least you've got me to cover for
you."

   "Secretary-whisperer," you chuckled.  "Going to put that on your
resume?"

   "Sure, right next to nu-"

   "Knock knock," said the Office Administrator lady.  The older woman
leaned around the corner of the door, just poking her head in.  "I saw you
two headed back here.  We finished our staff meeting earlier than expected,
are you ready to start on the rest of the surveys?"

   "Absolutely," Sabrina said, recovering from the slight moment of panic
she had when she got cut off about to say something naughty.

   "Great," the woman said.  "Just two minutes."

   "Maybe no jokes in the office," you suggested.

   "Yeah," she nodded.  "At least not during business hours.  Or without a
lookout."

   Soon you two were back at it, going through the mind numbing paperwork
and questions with each employee of Chambers Architecture.  The thing was,
you were having a good time doing it.  Even if the faces and names started
to blend together, the minute or two between questionnaires with Sabrina
were fun.  After particularly strange answers, Sabrina had a tendency to
tap the toe of her heels a few times, and you made it a game to place your
own toe over hers before she could start tapping.

   There were also the looks.  Soft smiles through pursed lips, playful and
meaningless at the same time.  Little winks when she knew you two were on
the same page about something unsaid.  She even started touching you more,
though not in an unprofessional way.  Just a brush of her fingers on your
arm as she asked you for something mundane, or her fingers trailing across
your shoulder as she went out to the staff kitchen for some water.

   As the afternoon wore on, something else happened though.  Just like
your shitty office back at BMA, the conference room you had been shuffled
off into faced east.  And as the sun moved across the sky, it cut in
through the window and you found the temperature rising.

   In between two surveys, you uncomfortably undead a couple of buttons on
your shirt and fanned yourself.

   "I can't stand this much longer," Sabrina said.  She sucked down the
last of her current glass of water, then reached down and untucked her
sweater from her skirt and started pulling it off again.  It was light, and
the way it hugged her petite body was both professional but also nerdy hot,
but even that extra layer was causing her to sweat.

   She caught you watching her, and instead of looking away you gave her a
wink back.  She let her eyes dart to the door, then back to you as she bit
the corner of her lip with a naughty smile.  Sabrina ran her hands down her
sides, smoothing out her blouse, then back up and cupped her small chest.
You watched her fingers close over where her nipples likely were and
lightly pinch.  You knew from the restaurant that she was wearing a bra
with just a soft, lacy front so she was likely able to really, actually
tweak them.  The bridge of her nose crinkled a little as her grin widened,
then she stopped and sat back down next to you.

   "You're bad," I said.  "Didn't we just agree not during office hours?"

   "Couldn't help it," she said.  "The way you were looking at me was hot."

   Footsteps and humming in the corridor, your next employee coming for the
questionnaire, stopped you from replying.  Another boring 10 minutes later,
you stood up and followed the guy out and headed for the kitchen.

   "Thank God," you said, standing in front of the fridge with the freezer
door open.  Someone had made ice cubes in a tray.  You grabbed one of the
generic glasses from the cupboard, filled it with ice and went back to the
room.  "Here," you said to Sabrina.  "Hold out your arm."

   Sabrina's blouse was short sleeved, and as she held out her arm to you,
you took one of the ice cubes out of the glass and touched it to her wrist.
Her skin immediately goose pimpled, and she sighed happily as you dragged
the corner of the ice cube up and down her arm lightly, spreading the cold.

   "Mmmm," she groaned softly.  "Hold on, that's not enough." She reached
back and pulled her hair forward and over her shoulder, leaning forward to
bare the back of her neck to you.

   You smiled and, one hand on her shoulder to keep her still, you touched
the flat bottom of the ice cube to her neck and slowly moved it around.

   "Oh yeah, that's good," she muttered.  "God, I can think of a couple
ways to really have fun with those."



   Chapter 14

   You glanced at the door - and thankfully no one came in.

   "You're lucky third time's the charm went your way," you said.

   "Fuck, you're right," she said, lowering her voice.  She still had her
hair pulled over her shoulder, looking down so that you could keep rubbing
the ice on the back of her neck.  "I don't know what it is, but I can't
seem to keep all the little filthy things my mind thinks of in today."

   "Have you checked your filter?" you asked.  "Sometimes they just need to
be replaced."

   "Sure, I'll get right on that," she said, turning and smirking up at you
over her shoulder.  "And how exactly does one replace their internal
filter?"

   "Well, if I've learned anything about IT, you need to unplug it, then
plug it back in.  But for good measure you should do that a few times."

   "Oh, yeah?" she asked.  "Just over and over, right?  Plug, unplug. 
Plug, unplug."

   You snorted a laugh and shook your head at the ridiculous innuendo.

   Footsteps outside, coming up the hallway, were enough warning for you to
take the ice from her neck.  By the time the next Chambers employee was
coming in, you were sitting with the cup of ice off to the side of the
table, and Sabrina had her hair straightened out as she sat with a straight
back and her soft, charming smile.

   It took another two hours to get through to the last employee, who
happened to be the Office Administrator lady.  By the end of her
questionnaire, you had the feeling she realized how much time had been
wasted today with all the meetings instead of just a quick email.  Her
smile was faltering a little, and she made it clear that it was nearing
end-of-business and 'everyone is ready to call it quits for the day.'

   Soon you and Sabrina were being escorted out and thanked for your work.
You'd stowed the papers into your messenger bag, and when you and Sabrina
stepped out of the Benthouse building the heat of the day had worn off a
bit.  Sabrina winced a bit at the sharp light, the sun beating down at an
angle, so you took your sunglasses out of your bag and set them on her face
for her.

   "Thanks," she said, grinning.

   "No problem," you said.  They were a little too big for her, and the
mirrored lenses reflected your back at yourself, but her smile was bright
and innocent and she looked cute as hell.

   "What?" she asked.  "Do I look silly?"

   "No, no," you said.  "I just want them back.  You look good though."

   "Do I?" she asked.  "Hold on, let's take a selfie."

   Sabrina took out her phone and thumbed on the camera, then turned and
nestled in under your arm, pressing her body to yours.  She was carrying
her sweater in her other hand, which she hid with her purse behind your
back, and you could feel her small tits pressed into your side as she
tilted her face up and smiled at the camera.  She clicked the shutter
button, and then again, before stopping.

   "Hold on.  Could you just tilt your head this way?" she asked.

   "Like this?" you said, trying to mimic her motion.

   "No, more like- no, yeah, like that," she said, nudging your face
around. "OK, better.  Now smile with just a little more teeth.  No, too
much.  Little less.  Now smile with your eyes."

   "What does that mean?" you asked.

   "Ugh, boys," Sabrina said.  Then she went up on her tiptoes and kissed
you on the cheek.  "There, that look.  That's smiling with your eyes."

   You tried to hold your face still as your heart gave a few heavy thumps
in your chest.  Despite your conversations today, and all the heavy
flirting, and the 'show' is the restaurant, it all felt kind of distant. 
Like you were living outside your body.  But that kiss, her lips pressed to
your cheek?  It was like an airplane coming in for a landing, that first
bump of wheels to pavement.

   "Perfect," she said, then took another two pictures, then leaned her
head on your chest more and took another two, then went up on tiptoes and
took another one as she planted her lips on your cheek again.  "That one's
just for me," she said.  "I do not need my sisters asking me questions
about you."

   "I didn't know you had sisters," you said.  "How many?"

   "Two.  Katherine is my twin sister - we're as close to identical as
possible without actually being identical.  Then there's Emma, the baby of
the family.  Well, that's not fair any more, she graduated high school this
spring."

   "Oh, that's fun," you said.  "Is she excited for Uni?"

   "She is!  Actually, she's coming to State.  She wants to spend a year in
the dorms like I got to, otherwise I'm sure she'd have ended up living with
me," Sabrina said.  "God, wouldn't that have been awkward?  Hey sis, don't
worry about all the weird noises coming from my bedroom."

   You laughed and nodded, "Yeah, maybe not something you'd want to have a
family discussion about."

   "Well, I might need to tell Katherine eventually.  I think she'd
understand, but it's also like - it's my body, but she's so similar that
I'm kinda showing her off too, y'know?  It's weird."

   "I really don't know," you said.  You had both started walking back to
the office, and Sabrina had wrapped her arm through yours again as you
walked.  "I think that's very much a twin-thing.  I don't know what it
would be like looking at someone else who looks exactly like me."

   "True," she said, and sighed.  "I don't know.  It's like - it's a
completely different worry than some stranger finding out.  Even if they do
turn out to be pretty cool about it." She nudged you in the side.

   "Yeah, yeah," you said.  "Well, all you can do is hope they don't change
the way they think about or treat you.  And I'm sure if your sister is
anything like you at all, she'll want to make sure you're good."

   Sabrina hugged your arm tightly for a moment and smiled up at you
through your sunglasses.  "Thanks," she said.  "Come on, let's get back to
the office."



   Chapter 15

   By the time you got back to the BMA offices, through rush hour traffic
which did in fact slow down pedestrians, it was already going on twenty
minutes after end of day.  'Becks' the secretary was gone from the front
desk, replaced by a grim-faced security guard with jowls like a bulldog who
didn't even look up when you walked through to the elevators.

   "Should we just drop them off at his desk, or hold on to them to give to
Garrison tomorrow?" Sabrina asked you as you were stepping off onto the
third floor.  She hadn't given you back your sunglasses, but had them
pushed up and perched on her forehead, looking part punky biker chick and
part nerdy office girl with her clothes.

   "Let's drop them off at his desk, but we should make copies first," you
said.  "You know he'll want copies, and if we do them now it means he won't
make us do them tomorrow."

   "Good point," she said, then looked around as you both stepped out of
the elevator area and into the dark hallways of the firm.  "Jesus, there's
no one here."

   "Yeah, looks like everyone got out of here pretty quick today," you
agreed.

   Sabrina looked around, peeking down the next hallway over, before coming
back.  "Alright, well...  copy room, right?"

   "I can handle it if you want to get out of here," you said.  "I think
you mentioned something about trying to do some tanning to our hostess at
lunch."

   "I did, and that would be nice," she agreed.  "But I'm not going to just
abandon you to do the last of the work.  That wouldn't really show how much
I appreciate you letting me ride your coattails on this assignment."

   You laughed, and both headed for the copy room.

   As you entered the closet space you fished the file folder with all of
the survey answers out of your messenger bag, taking it off and setting
down on the counter opposite the copy machines.  Sabrina followed you in,
and as you were sorting some of the pages you couldn't help but wonder at
the difference one work day could make.

   This morning you had just come out and hard-asked if Sabrina was posting
on OnlyFans, and she'd almost dove into a panic spiral.  Now you two were
better friends than, well, ever since you'd only really been acquaintances
even as fellow interns, let alone back in college.  More than that even, if
what you'd discussed at lunch was still on the table.  Way more.

   "I think three copies probably, right?" you asked, turning back to
Sabrina as she was programming the copier.

   "Yeah, triplicate should be fine," she said.  "Not that we probably need
more than one, but it is Garrison."

   You handed her the sheets and she straightened the stack one last time
before feeding it into the auto-loader of the machine.  Sabrina was
standing in front of you, turned away, and you took the opportunity to look
her up and down.  Unless she had done it during her quick bathroom break at
Chambers, you knew that Sabrina was still going commando under her long
skirt, and you couldn't help but look at her tight little butt imagining
what you knew it looked like from her posts.

   "There," she said, turning back to you as the copier hummed to life
loudly.  "Now we wait.  Oh, I wonder what we should do?" She had a
mischievous look on her face, and Sabrina didn't bother to wait for your
response before she closed the single step between you two, ran her hands
across your stomach and sides to you back, and pressed her body against
yours as she leaned up and kissed you on the mouth.

   You'd been hoping for these, and even expecting it at some point, but
her abruptness still surprised you even if it shouldn't have.  You
hesitated one shocked moment before kissing her back, letting your lips
open and tongues started probing at each other, playing against each other.

   "Mmm, mmm," you hummed, and she chuckled lightly at the back of her
throat as she took your hands in hers and slid them around her body until
they were circling her small waist.

   You kissed for a while - you weren't really sure how long - and focused
on the little things to keep yourself from getting overwhelmed by the
situation.  Her smell, even after a long day of work, still had the hint of
a vanilla shampoo.  The way her fingers trailed along your shoulders and
upper arms as she leaned into you, pressing her entire front to yours. 
Your hands fell from her waist to her hips, squeezing her, which she
groaned in delight at.

   Eventually she broke the kiss, keeping her body pressed to yours but
leaning her lips away until you were able to look at each other without
being entirely cross-eyed.  Her eyes were big, pupils dilated, as she
smacked her lips and smirked at you.  "God, I was right.  You are a really
good kisser."

   You snorted and shook your head, "Yeah, well I take no responsibility
for that kiss.  You were driving that train, and I just had a great time
along for the ride."

   She stuck her tongue out at you, cute and innocent, then pecked you on
the lips again.

   "Well that's not all that I'm going to drive right now," she said.  "I
wasn't lying when I said I appreciated you helping me out today.  And not
just for the internship.  Honestly, John, today has been a lot, but it's
turned out to be in the best way.  So I want to give you something, right
here and right now."



   Chapter 16

   Sabrina reached down and her fingers found the zipper of your pants.

   "You sure?" you asked, glancing to the door of the Copier room.

   "Are you saying no?" she asked, giving you another one of those pouty
little smirks as she pulled the zipper down.

   "No, no," you said.  "I just- earlier today..."

   "Earlier today I was offering it to you out of fear," she said.  "It was
the only thing I could think of to try and get you on my side.  But then
you turned out to be on my side no matter what.  So now, John, I'm offering
it to you freely because I want to."

   "Say it," you said.  She hadn't actually said the words yet, and you
wanted to hear them.

   "Say what?" she asked coquettishly.

   "Say what you're offering."

   "You want me to say it?" she asked, teasing.  "They're filthy words
though.  Maybe I shouldn't." She leaned in close to you as her fingers
snaked into the front of your pants.  Her lips pressed to your ear and she
whispered very quietly, "I want to wrap my lips around your cock, John. 
Then I want to run my tongue up and down your shaft, and take it in my
mouth and feel it all the way to the back of my throat.  Is that OK?  Can I
do that for you?"

   Her fingers had wriggled around and found the hole to your briefs, and
she carefully pulled your hard dick out and into the air between you.  Her
slender fingers were smooth and just a touch colder than your swollen,
raging cock, and they played lightly over the shaft as she giggled in your
ear.

   "Yes," you said.  "Do it."

   "Mmmm," she moaned, biting her bottom lip as she slipped down, lowering
to her knees.  Soon she was kneeling in front of you on the copy room
floor, holding your dick at the base with one hand while she looked up at
you with those big eyes you'd imagined in this exact position before.

   You were blessed with a bigger than average dick for sure, but in her
small hands you looked huge - Maybe that's how porn does it.  Girls with
small hands.  Sabrina licked her lips, her gaze slipping to examine your
cock before coming back to meeting your own.

   "Can I?" she asked you for permission.  A shiver ran up your body, from
your legs to your neck.

   "God yes, Sabrina," you said.  "Just- it's been a bit, and you've been
teasing me all fucking day."

   "That's OK, baby," she said, her breath hot on the side of your dick as
she hovered around it.  "I understand."

   Then Sabrina stuck out her cute little tongue and touched it to the
underside base of your dick, and like she was licking a big popsicle she
ran her tongue all the way from the base to the very top.

   "Fuuuuuck," you groaned.

   She swirled her tongue around the head, popping it just inside her mouth
a couple of times like she was slurping an ice cream cone, then smacked her
lips and kissed your head.

   "Is that good, baby?  Do you like that?"

   You nodded, words stuck in your throat.

   "Here, hold my hair back for me," she said, letting go of your cock for
a moment to pull her long, black hair back into a ponytail.  She didn't
have an elastic, so you let her pass it to you and now you were holding her
head right at cock level.  "Perfect," she said, smirking at you from the
tip of your dick.  Then she slurped your head in, her tongue darting back
and forth, and slowly began to blow you.

   She was sensuous about it, using every part of her mouth to tease and
release you.  Some of the time she stared down at your dick, practically
cross eyed as she focused, then she would look back up at you and your
heart and dick would both clench at the look in her eyes.

   "Oh, fuck, Sabrina," you grunted, struggling to hold your orgasm back.
It had been more than a few months since your last female encounter, and
jerking off to Sabrina last night felt more like foreplay for this moment
than preparation to hold your stamina.  And she'd shown you her pussy
today.

   That was the wrong thing to think of.

   "Where?" you babbled.  "Soon."

   "MmmMMMmm," she hummed, still slowly sliding your cock in and out of her
lips.  She didn't intend to release you.  'Give me your cum,' her eyes
said. She took you deep, your cock nudging at the back of her throat, and
she coughed for a moment but recovered quickly, her eyes brimming slightly.
She didn't, maybe couldn't, take you in like that.

   Not yet at least.  Another dangerous thought for holding back.

   It was too much.  You squeezed Sabrina's hair like a handle, and
released.  She was ready, and she began swallowing immediately as your
first hot blast felt like it pulled from every corner of your body,
straight through your nuts and out your dick.  Then Sabrina was using every
part of her mouth to milk you - lips and tongue, sure.  That was normal. 
But she also used the inside of her cheeks to vary the sensations.  Even
her teeth, extremely lightly applied, sent shivers and tingles through you,
causing you to jerk in place as you spurt your load into her mouth.

   Sabrina's mouth.

   Your body rolled with the last big wave of your orgasm, and all she did
was keep swallowing as you kept her head still, her mouth fastened around
you.

   "Fuck," you said, the emphasis entirely on the F you had been holding
tightly between your teeth and your lips through the whole orgasm.

   Sabrina didn't give up immediately, instead she went back to bobbing
slowly, and you couldn't tell if maybe she was trying to keep you hard, or
even go for an immediate round two.  The way she was tender about her work,
delicate and pleasing, was out of this world.  Eventually she was too much,
and you pulled her off by your hair-handle at the back of her head.

   "Auuugh," she moaned, mouth open wide, spittle dripping from her lip as
she took a deep breath.

   "Well," she smirked, mouth still agape even as she smirked at you again,
standing open almost like a well-fucked pussy.  "How was that?"



   Chapter 17

   You swallowed the drool that had been accumulating in your mouth,
looking down at Sabrina as she smirked up at you.

   "Fucking amazing," you said, still panting a little to catch your breath
after your orgasm had rolled through you.  "Come here." You pulled her up
and hugged her to you, kissing her cheek and then down the crook of her
jaw, and then lower to her slender neck.

   "Oh, oh fuck," Sabrina gasped.  "How did you know that was my spot?"

   "I didn't," you admitted.  "But that's definitely good to know."

   "Oh shit," she laughed, then gasped again as you nuzzled into her neck
again and let your lips and tongue make love to her soft, warm skin for a
long moment.  She melted in your arms, moaning and whimpering as you slowly
let your hands rove over her clothes.  You grabbed her ass, small and pert,
through her skit, feeling each cheek as your fingers curled around it.  You
held her waist, small and thin.  You palmed her small tits over her shirt,
knowing that her thin, lace bra did little to protect her nipples from the
sensation.

   When you swapped sides of her neck, starting fresh kisses on the other
side, the needy whine she let out was like a dog begging for attention. 
You shuffled and spun the two of you so that she was backed to the counter
now.  As you kept kissing her, wondering whether you should push things and
actually give her a hickey, you lifted her by the waist so that she was
sitting on the edge of the counter.

   Your hands found her knee, and just like in the restaurant you started
slowly rubbing up and down, moving your fingers, then your entire hand, up
and under her skirt.  You grabbed her bare thigh, then smacked it lightly.
She squeezed her thighs together, pinning your hand there, then opened them
again.  Asking you to go further.

   Fingers moving higher, kisses moving lower.  Sabrina undid the top
buttons of her shirt, letting you start kissing down to her shoulders and
collarbone.

   "Oooh, baby," she crooned in your ear, pulling your head to her.  "What
are you doing to me?"

   "What do you want me to do to you?" you asked, fingers creeping back to
that point where they had stopped before.

   Inches from her lips.  Close enough to feel the wet texture that had
been building between her thighs.  To feel the flushed heat building in
her.

   "I don't know," she whispered.  "I wasn't expecting..."

   "What, you didn't think I'd reciprocate?" you asked.

   She shook her head, biting her lower lip.  You replied by kissing her,
and taking her bottom lip between your teeth and pulling slightly, before
melting back into the kiss.

   "This is so fucking hot," she gasped when the kiss ended.  "Fuck, can
you imagine what this would look like on film?"

   "Is that really what you're thinking about?" you chuckled lightly.

   "Sorry, sorry baby," she said quickly, cupping your face and pulling you
back in for another kiss.  This one was sweeter, less primal, than the
last, but just as intense.  "I just can't help it.  For the past couple of
months literally everything sexual I do, I've been doing thinking about
cameras."

   "Well this time no one's watching," you whispered in her ear, leaning
over her.  Your fingers trailed up her thigh, skipping over her lips and
rubbing higher on her pubic mound, fingertips in the thin little landing
strip that you knew was above her clit.  "This time it's all about you and
me.  Do you want me to make you feel good?  Just you, all the way?"

   She nodded silently and quickly.  Your fingers tugged on her pubes
lightly.  She sniffed in a breath.

   "You teased the everloving crap out of me today, Sabrina.  Should I do
the same to you?" you asked her.

   She shook her head no, but she also quivered and you felt her subtly
flex the muscles around in cunt under your palm and fingers.  The idea of
you teasing her was definitely appealing to some parts of her.

   "No?  Then why is your little pussy practically drooling at the idea,
Sabrina?" you asked quietly.  You leaned down and kissed her neck again,
and at the same time you slid your fingers lower, over her warm and flushed
vulva, avoiding her clit or inner labia.  Just as quickly as you started,
you kissed back up and your fingers left her lower lips.

   "John," she whimpered.

   "Yes?" you asked, smiling against her ear.

   "Please?" she begged.  You pulled away and looked her in the eye.  Hers
were big and round and desperate for release.  Her mouth was hanging just
slightly open, and she was breathing shallowly.  "Please, baby?  I'm sorry
for being such a tease.  I'm sorry I teased you with my tits in public. 
I'm sorry I flashed you my needy little pussy at the restaurant," she said.
"I'm sorry I...  um- I'm sorry I was..."

   She couldn't think for a moment as you kissed back down her jaw and
neck, fingers sliding lower over her outermost lips again, then back up.

   "God, John," she said, her voice having changed to a lower tone.  "Just
please, get your fingers in me."

   You pulled your hand completely out from under her skirt and lifted your
fingers to her lips.  "You want them in you?  Lube them up."

   She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue obscenely, and soon she
was sucking on your ring and middle finger.  Sabrina slurped and bobbed her
head, getting your fingers wet, and you pulled them free after a moment of
watching.

   You lifted her skirt up, and Sabrina spread her legs wide, her ass right
at the edge of the counter.  Placing your hand down between her thighs,
palm on her landing strip and two fingers on either of her lips, you leaned
in again and kissed her neck, right under her jaw.

   "Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," you whispered,
slowly applying pressure as you pushed down on her.

   "Huh?" she moaned.

   "I said tell me what you want.  What you really, really want," you said
again, with a soft smirk.

   "Spice girls?" she questioned, half-laughing and almost crying at the
distraction.

   And that's when you slid your fingers inside of her, and kissed her
right on her 'spot' again, and she grabbed your now hardened dick with her
hand as it was still hanging out of your pants.

   The heel of your palm pressed against her clit as your fingers slid
deep. She quivered and jerked at the shock of pleasure.  Your breath
hitched at the feeling of her fingers on your cock again.

   And the door to the copy room opened.



   Chapter 18

   "Oh, fuck!" Sabrina gasped, and you weren't entirely sure if it was from
your fingers penetrating her soaked pussy for the first time, or the shock
and panic of the door opening.

   "What the Fu-?" Gemma said, stopping short in the open doorway looking
like she was about to fall over forwards as she gaped at you both.  She
looked at you, your fingers inside Sabrina, as you pulled back from kissing
Sabrina's neck.  She looked at Sabrina's legs parted wide, pale inner
thighs on display leading right to her centre.

   "Oh, fuck," Sabrina said, and this time it was obviously in some sort of
panic and not sexual pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck.  Gemma, just-!"

   "What the fuck, Sabrina?" Gemma half-shouted.  "This is so fucked." Then
she turned and practically ran away down the hallway.

   "Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Sabrina said, sliding around you as your fingers
pulled from her.  She didn't even bother fixing her clothes, she just let
her skirt fall back down and she was off after Gemma.  "Just wait here,
John," she said over her shoulder, then called after Gemma as she chased
our fellow intern.

   "God, fucking, what?" you said, trying to figure out what the hell had
just happened.  The office had looked entirely empty!  What the hell was
Gemma doing here, all alone in the office?

   Oh, fuck.  Fuck!Gemma had seen everything.  If she told anyone - if she
complained about it to HR...  Right now, Gemma could probably not only
royally fuck your summer internship, but possibly your entire future.  You
felt like a fucking idiot.  Sabrina wasn't just going to cut bait and run,
you could have strung each other along another half hour and ended up at
one of your places.

   But no, instead you had to get freaky in the fucking office.

   You got your semi-hard dick back into your pants and zipped up, and
followed the girls out of the copy room.  The first place you checked was
the Intern conference room, but neither of them were there.  You hadn't
heard the signal from the elevator, and you felt like you would have heard
the heavy fire doors slamming if they'd headed into the stairwell, so they
had to be somewhere on the floor still.

   Fuck, Gemma had looked pissed.  Well, first she looked shocked as all
hell.  She had also been looking really hot - her pantsuit pants had been
the same, and she wore heels every day that were a bit taller than Sabrina
did, but her blouse had been unbuttoned further than usual, showing off an
amount of cleavage that hinted that she had a really great chest.  Usually
she was almost entirely buttoned up, and her curves were something you knew
were there, but were generally guessing about.  You had to assume that
between the heat in the Intern conference room, and her being all alone,
she'd unbuttoned a bit just to keep cool.

   But that cleavage, and the wide-eyed look of shock had been surprisingly
hot.  Then she got angry.

   Why did she get so angry?  You had to wonder.  Gemma wasn't a prude by
any means, and while she probably wasn't someone who would get caught doing
the same thing, she'd never shied away from an innuendo joke.

   Finally, walking along the back hall, you heard muffled voices coming
from the women's washroom.  You walked up but hesitated, your knuckle
already up to knock.

   "Gemma, I am so sorry," Sabrina said inside the washroom.

   "I mean what the fuck, Sabrina?  I thought we'd talked about this.  I
thought we weren't going to snipe at each other," Gemma said.

   "We're not- I'm not.  I just, look, today was weird, OK?  I never
planned for any of that to happen, but John and I just sort of really hit
it off and one thing-"

   "I swear to God, Sabrina," Gemma said.  "If you say 'one thing led to
another' I will not forgive you.  Ever."

   You could practically feel Sabrina hesitating.

   "Look, Gemma.  I am sorry.  I didn't just ignore what you said," she
said.  "You told me you were interested in John.  I should have respected
that, OK?  But things happen."

   Wait, what?  Holy shit, Gemma was into you?

   "You couldn't just keep your hands off him, Sabrina?  You told me you
weren't going to date any of the guys this summer.  You told me it was your
summer of self care.  That wasn't self care, Sabrina."

   "Gemma, come on," Sabrina said.  "You know this isn't that simple.  John
and I connected on some stuff, and then we went and worked off site, and
during lunch things got flirty.  And I liked it, OK?  I went with it, and
he was really good at it.  And he helped me figure some things out, some
personal things, and I got fucking horny."

   "So go home and take a cold shower," Gemma said.

   She didn't say anything, but you could almost feel the look that Sabrina
shot Gemma in there.  "Gem, does it help if I tell you it's nothing
serious? John and I agreed what we were doing was no strings attached. 
None at all.  So if you want, you can still date him."

   "Errrgh," Gemma groaned, even more muffled, making you think she'd
buried her face in her hands.  "Yes, and no.  And I don't know?  I didn't
think John was a 'no strings attached' kind of guy."

   "He isn't," Sabrina said.  "Not...  Well, not usually, I don't think. 
But I wanted that, and he agreed to it."

   "But what the hell am I supposed to do with that now, Sabrina?" Gemma
asked.  "I've seen him finger blasting you in the copy room.  What's it
look like if I'm all flirty with him now - he'll just think I want to ride
the Palm Olive Express."

   "What?" Sabrina asked.

   "He'll think I'm interested in the same thing," Gemma deadpanned.  "You
poisoned the well.  He's going to just see us for sex."

   "I don't- I don't know," Sabrina hesitated.  "I don't think he would. 
Not after today."

   "What are you talking about?  What did you two do today that's got you
literally throwing yourself at him?" Gemma demanded.



   Chapter 19

   "Nothing," Sabrina said.  "It's not- It was just a personal thing."

   OK, so Sabrina wasn't going to out herself to Gemma.  You could only
imagine how that would go at the moment.  Oh, well he found my secret
amateur porn on the internet, and we bonded over my pussy, and he was
really understanding about me expressing my inner sexuality.  And so I
sucked his dick and then you interrupted him being sweet and reciprocating.

   Alright, maybe it wouldn't have gone quite like that.

   "What does that even mean?  How did you two get to 'personal things'
between here and another office building?" Gemma demanded.

   "Just leave it, Gemma.  Fuck," Sabrina sighed.  "Look, you have every
right to feel betrayed by me, OK?  I just- Hold on."

   You heard footsteps across the tile floor inside the bathroom, heading
towards you.

   Your panic led you to a split second decision, and you took five fast
steps and were around the corner of an open, empty office doorway before
you heard the washroom door open.  You gulped down your nerves.  Why am I
hiding?  you couldn't help but wonder to yourself - well, beyond not
wanting to get caught eavesdropping.  It was too late to change your mind
now; stepping out and revealing yourself would make you look even more
guilty.

   You waited until you heard the washroom door close again, and Sabrina to
start talking inside again, before you left the office and crept away. 
That was too close for comfort, and while you really wanted to know what
the fuck those two were talking about, you knew it was a bad idea to risk
getting caught.

   Swinging by the copy room to grab your bag and the extra copies of the
surveys, you decided to wait in the Intern conference room.  Neither girl
was there when you arrived, so you assumed they were still talking and you
took a seat down at your end of the big conference table.  You opened up
your laptop, a cheap piece of shit the firm was supplying each of you, and
quickly started to scan through your emails for the day.  Most of it was
inane updates you were being CC'd on, or document retrieval requests sent
to the general Intern mailing list.  Gemma, Eric and Andy would have
handled all of those during the day.

   There was an email from Andy asking you for the wifi password again -
how he sent it without being logged in to that same wifi, you weren't sure.
You also had an email from Gemma asking if you and Sabrina were having fun,
and if you would be back into the office before the end of the day.  Guess
that ship has sailed.  Seeing the email got you thinking about her again
though - not that she'd exactly slipped your mind.

   Fuck!  Gemma was into you.  Or had been, at least.  Still was, maybe?

   Other than Sabrina, she was probably one of the hottest girls you'd met
in college.  And now that you'd finally seen her in a bit more of a casual
look, well...  she still wasn't Sabrina in terms of sheer attraction right
now, but she was a close fucking second place.  It really came down to
personality - both Sabrina and Gemma were attractive physically in
different ways that were kind of hard to compare.  Sabrina had just been
more open in the last few weeks, more willing to be more than a
hard-working intern in the office.

   "Oh-" Gemma said from the doorway of the intern office, stopping short
as she was surprised by you sitting there.  Her eyes wide in that 'fight or
flight' reaction again.

   "Hey," you said, sitting up straight.  "Look, Gemma..." you trailed off,
realizing that even though you wanted to apologize, you actually didn't. 
You weren't sorry at all.  And you weren't supposed to know about that
conversation.

   Instead of continuing, you let out a big sigh and leaned back, rubbing
at your face.  "Gemma, Sabrina and I shouldn't have been getting intimate
like that in the office." True.  "It wasn't fair to you or anyone else that
we would do that, and you walking in on us like that is pretty
embarrassing." True.  "I'm sorry if our actions have made you feel
uncomfortable working with us, but I hope it's something we can laugh about
in the future.  Between you and Sabrina, this has probably been the best
summer I've had since I started working summer jobs.  You two make this
place worthwhile, and I would hate to make you feel isolated by a poorly
timed decision on our part."

   All of it true, none of it an apology.  Maybe you were going to be a
decent lawyer after all.

   "It's...  fine," Gemma said, slowly stepping into the room.  Her eyes
had narrowed to normal, but she was still a lot more tentative than usual
as she circled around the far side of the big conference table to her usual
seat.  "I just wasn't expecting it.  I've seen crazier stuff back in Sydney
at school.  It's fine."

   "You're sure?" You asked, leaning forward again.  "I wouldn't-"

   "Hey, I thought you were going to stay in the copy room," Sabrina said,
abruptly appearing at the office door.

   "The awkwardness got to me, and I wanted to make sure you two were OK
but I couldn't find you," you said.  Not true.  At least not entirely.

   Sabrina glanced at Gemma, then at you again.  "Well, I guess that's it
then," she said.  "We should all probably head home, it's another long day
tomorrow."

   "Yeah," Gemma agreed, already picking up her things from where she'd had
them under the conference table.  As she bent over, half-sitting in her
chair, the unbuttoned top of her blouse shifted and gave you a longer,
wider peek at her cleavage.

   "OK," you said, really not sure where you had landed with all of this.

   Sabrina answered that question for you, striding over and putting a hand
on your shoulder and giving you a kiss on the cheek.  She pulled back,
blocking your view of Gemma, and gave you a wink, then one brief, firm kiss
on the lips.

   "Have a good night, you two," she said, turning out the door.  "Don't do
anything I wouldn't do."

   "And where exactly is that line, Sabrina?" Gemma asked, but more teasing
than snarky.

   Sabrina laughed and shrugged.  "These days, I'm not really sure.  I
guess we'll need to find out."

   Gemma stood, looking back over toward me as she bit the corner of her
lip and chuckled softly.  "Bye, Sabrina," she said.  "See you tomorrow."

   "Night, Gem," you said, unintentionally shortening her name.

   "Only my Ex calls me that," she said, heading towards the door.  She
peeked out, checking how far away Sabrina was, then looked back at you. 
Her smirk, usually a firm fixture on her face, had returned.  "You wouldn't
want to be my next Ex, would you?  Because I'm sure we'd have a bunch of
fun, but I'm a real bitch during a breakup."

   I laughed and shrugged.  "I don't know, Gemma.  No risk, no reward, and
you're definitely the kind of woman who is worth risking it for."

   "You think?" she asked.  "What would Sabrina think about that?"

   "I think I still have a lot to learn about both of you," you said. 
"It's been a surprising day."

   "Same," Gemma said.  "Definitely same."

   And she left.



   Chapter 20

   Home, or as much as you could think of it like that.  You had managed to
find a room to let for the summer, and two of the other three roommates
were out on their own internships, leaving you with Mosche.  He was nice
enough, just very 'New York Jew' - curly brown poof of an afro, a nasaly
way of talking about himself deprecatingly, and a social awkwardness that
reminded you of some of the kids you'd grown up with that had to spend time
going to Hebrew school.

   Suffice to say, you did not want to attend Mosche's latest Open Mic
night.  Because of course he had a dream of becoming a standup comic.

   "Alright, well man, I'm gonna head out of here in a few," he said,
slowly pulling on his coat near the front door of the apartment.  "You sure
you don't want to come out?  There's supposed to be a bachelorette party in
the club tonight, and I could definitely use a wingman to make me look
good."

   "Man, I'm totally wiped out," you said from the couch.  You were already
in your loose sweatpants and an old high school athletics t-shirt.  "But
hey, you're the comic.  Shouldn't you be wingmanning me at the comedy
club?"

   "Hah, yeah," he said.  "I guess.  But you know me, man.  All thumbs."

   What does he even mean by that?  you wondered, but let it go.

   "Well, break a leg tonight, dude," you said.  "You'll get 'em this
time."

   "Let's hope so," he said, opening the front door.

   It took another three minutes for Mosche to step out the door, and then
actually close it.  There was a part of you that felt bad - he was like a
little puppy that just wanted a friend.  There was another, much larger
part that was screaming at him from inside your head Dear god, just leave
already!

   Any other night in the last four weeks since you moved in, you would
have been game to tag along with him.  You'd done so several times already,
and had been pleasantly surprised to find out Mosche didn't entirely suck
at stand-up, and there were definitely much worse comics out there.

   No, the reason you were screaming at him internally was because you
wanted the freedom to jerk off without anyone else in the apartment.

   Five minutes after Moshe was gone, and likely not to come back, you were
set up in front of the TV, your phone ready to cast to it and show Sabrina
in all her fullscreen glory, when a text came in.
Sabrina: So are you already satisfied tonight?

   You snorted, shaking your head at the reference to your earlier
conversation.

   You: Was just about to decide what I should watch, if I'm being honest.
How was tanning?

   The text bubbles showing that she was replying popped up, so you waited,
but then they disappeared.  You were about to go back to your search when
your phone started ringing - Sabrina calling you on FaceTime.

   You accepted the call, and after a quick buffering you saw that she was
holding her phone as she lay on her side.  From the lighting she was
clearly outside, and you realized that she was wearing your sunglasses that
you hadn't gotten back from her.

   "Hey John," she grinned.  "I figured this was easier than typing."

   "Hey yourself, gorgeous," you said.  "You look good in those sunglasses,
but I think I've seen them somewhere else before."

   Sabrina's grin turned into a smirk as she touched them, the bridge of
her nose wrinkling as she got playful.  "They really are Daddy-hot, aren't
they?  I don't know if I can give them back."

   "Eugh, really?" you asked.  "'Daddy' hot?"

   "It's an internet thing, John.  Not a fan?"

   "It's just a very different impression than what I want to see you as,"
you said.

   She pursed her lips.  "Oh, so maybe you want me to call you daddy?"

   You chuckled and shrugged.  "Feels better than me calling you it."

   "Well, daddy," she said, emphasizing it so extremely that it was silly.
"Maybe this will help." Sabrina pulled back the camera and showed you her
body.  She was laying out on a deck chair, which was crammed into a small
apartment balcony, and the sun was just peaking through to bathe her in
golden light.  Sabrina was wearing a small black bikini, the cups of the
bra firmly hugging her small breasts while leaving a nice cleavage and the
bottoms riding low on her hips, rolled down so that you could actually see
the top of her pubic hair peeking out.  "I don't really tan all that well,
so I need to be careful.  You think this will work?"

   "God damn, Sabrina," you said.  "You look- wow."

   She giggled and shifted, laying down more on her stomach and rotating
the camera to show you a shot of her ass.  The back of the bikini was a
string, her two small but pronounced cheeks wiggling and bouncing as she
jostled her legs.  "How about this view?"

   "You are too fucking much," you said.

   "You know you left me hanging, right?" Sabrina said, bring the camera
back around to her face.  Then she shifted a bit more, rolling on to her
back and lifting it higher so her lovely face and her chest were in view.
"Your fingers felt great, by the way.  But damn you got me humming with
those lips of yours."

   "Did I?" you asked.  You were hard now, watching her tease you all over
again.  The brief thought of how many other guys were out there, who would
kill for this sort of situation with Sabrina, rattling in your mind.

   "Yes.  You really found my button and pushed it," she said.  "I had to
check if you gave me a hickey when I got home.  Part of me wanted you to,
but it would be a pain to cover up."

   You grinned.  "Alright, good to know.  No hickies in places that show at
work."

   "Mmm, you tease," she hummed.  "Where would you put them?"

   This was escalating to a place you were happy to go.  Sabrina seemed
like she was even bolder than usual when she was in front of a camera. 
First at the restaurant and now on this call, she seemed to let her kink
out just a bit more.

   "Well, the inside of your breasts," you said.  "Or maybe the undersides
so that if you wear a really short crop top you might still show it off. 
And the inside of your thighs.  And maybe one right next to your little
exclamation point."

   "Did you like that?" she asked.  "I just did it a couple of days ago. 
Nothing I've posted has shown it yet."

   "It's very cute," you said.  "And shows off your sparky personality."

   She preened on the screen for a moment, playing up revelling in my
compliments, before rolling back onto her side and looking at her phone on
a more even plain.

   "So, John, tomorrow I'm going to need you to ask Gemma for drinks after
work."

   You blinked, surprised at the sharp turn in the conversation.  "Ah,
what? Why?" you asked, trying to cover that you had a big hint as to why
already after eavesdropping earlier.

   "Because I think she would be good for you, and you'd be good for her,"
Sabrina said.  "And because if we're going to be fucking around don't want
to deprive her of a good dick like yours.  She could really use it."