Chapter 409

“Jesus, Robbie,” Leia said. “That’s ... what the fuck?”

“I know,” I said, half chuckling. “I kept asking myself the same thing.”

It had taken us several minutes to get ourselves set up, get our Nintendo accounts properly hooked up, and then I had to grab my laptop and add Leia on Discord. She invited me to the server she had to interact with her fans as well, but we kept things to a private call instead of jumping into a room there.

Just hearing Leia’s voice when the call connected had been a balm to my loneliness and she’d laughed with joy when I’d called her Sunshine again. But we weren’t supposed to be flirting, we were supposed to be gaming as part of my ‘bro dude time,’ so we started to cycle through some games. We avoided the more Party-suitable games that we could start looping some of the other girls into in the future and stuck to the nerdier stuff we both had - a couple of different fighting games, mostly. Leia had my number most of the time, but I was able to win about a third of the fights.

We laughed, and talked shit to each other, and I realised that she hadn’t once been ‘Shy Leia’ since we started the call. This, playing games and interacting over voice chat, was one of her ‘safe spaces’ in terms of where she felt at home.

Then we swapped to Mario Kart, and Leia told me how Ginnie had been moping around. She wasn’t explicitly saying it, but Leia got the feeling her petite friend was kind of regretting taking a chance to fuck JC all by herself that last night of the trip instead of participating in the Cock Roulette game with the others and getting her chance to try me on for size. Looking back, I did like Ginnie - she was a sweet, sincere and goofy girl, and I didn’t regret what sexual stuff had happened between us. But I was also totally fine not having had sex with her, and very OK with the fact that Ginnie shacking up with JC had meant that Terra got time with me that night.

Of course, talking (and giggling about) Ginnie led me to talking about my day, and that led me to the obviously big Thing that had happened.

So I told Leia I hadn’t figured out how to talk about this yet since I’d been alone after work and I would usually bounce something this off the wall off of Cass, or Dayana or Vanessa, and then explained to her about everything with Vera Angeloff, her sexy assistants and her big-titty friend and their exhibitionism.

She’d been shocked, giggly and comicly horrified as I told her about the last meeting.

“Are you sure you can’t, like, report them for sexual harassment or something?” Leia asked.

“I mean, I could,” I said. “But I don’t know how much longer I’d have a job after that. And that’s not just because her fiance might cause problems - I work in hospitality. If it’s anything short of me getting punched in the face or someone trying to legit corner me or something, making a big deal over a guest to the point of opening investigations is always kind of frowned on. That’s why I try to look out for my staff, either in person or by making sure someone else who can handle it is in charge when I’m not there. Take care of it before it escalates. But for a major VIP guest? She could get arrested for murder, with blood still on her hands, but if she got caught because I filed an HR incident or complaint then someone would be looking for a way to get rid of me a reasonable enough time later that it couldn’t look constructive.”