The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 645
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 645 - When you discover a fellow intern at the law office is filming amateur content, you make the rash decision to approach her about it. You couldn't have dreamed what would come from that one conversation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts 2nd POV
Once Eric’s message had been sufficiently wordsmithed and debated over, he and Sabrina joined you in your final morning of chipping away at the never-ending list of tasks that made up the work queue on the tracking programs the firm used. It felt sort of weird, looking at that list of stuff to accomplish and feeling like your entire summer had been spent not really ... affecting anything.
Which wasn’t true. Particularly for Garrison’s case and all the extra work you’d done helping him and his team of associates slog through the raw files that needed sorting and organising. Or making things better for the firm overall by getting Joy and her Mother outed as evil, manipulative witches.
Still, seeing dozens of tasks on the list after four months, like nothing had changed in all that time, was a bit of an Oof moment.
The nice thing, at least, was that over the course of the morning, several of the associates, paralegals and even a couple of the Junior Partners that you all had been getting ‘emergency’ tasks from all summer came by the conference room to thank you and wish you luck. The recognition and getting back into the flow of your day-to-day helped ease that feeling of an unending list of tasks.
You really hoped that wasn’t all becoming a lawyer would actually feel like and that having cases wouldn’t just feel like an unending list when you were finally working.
Eric got a response from Beth about an hour after he sent it.
“It says, ‘That’s really sweet, Eric. Are you free tonight?’” Eric said. “She didn’t say it back.”
“It’s not like you told her you loved her,” Sabrina said. “And you did say she was hesitant at the end of the night last night. Now she’s going to be thinking of you telling her how you feel all day instead of how awkward last night ended. That’s a good thing!”
“Fine, fine,” Eric sighed. “I trust you.”
“Good,” Sabrina smirked. “Because I’ve earned it.”
The three of you got an email at the same time from Garrison, a little before 11:30 AM, telling you not to head out to lunch at your usual time. That signed to you all that you were being taken out to lunch - exactly what you’d been expecting from Garrison. He seemed to be the kind of guy who rewarded with food more than anything else. Maybe his love language was gift-giving or something.
“You’ve got them?” Eric asked Sabrina.
“Of course I do,” your girlfriend said, lifting the larger-than-usual purse she’d brought to work that morning. “Do you guys have your cards?”
“Yes,” you smirked a little, knowing that was a dig at you and not at Eric. You’d almost left yours back at the apartment accidentaly before Sabrina had reminded you to grab it on your way out the door. Now you took it out and slid it over to her. “Can you carry it? I don’t want to hide it in my pants pocket or something.”
“Y-” Eric started to answer, then quickly double checked his bag and sighed and nodded. “Yeah, got it.” He passed his over to Sabrina as well.
Garrison didn’t come around until almost 12:30, and you were feeling your hunger starting to rise. Yesterday you’d gone half the afternoon without eating lunch after meeting up with Becca until you’d buckled and slipped down to the bodega attached to the building to grab a couple of snacks to eat while you were working.
“Well, folks,” your boss said as he entered. “Ready for lunch?”
You all agreed, and the three of you eagerly shut down your laptops and followed Garrison out and towards the elevators. Sabrina held you back just a little, and as you were walking down the corridor, she motioned for you to lean closer.
“What if, when we get wherever we’re going, I pull a Becca and get you to do me in the bathroom?” she whispered, and then snorted softly as you pulled away and she saw the look of mild panic on your face because you weren’t sure if she was joking or serious. Thankfully, her eyes said she was joking.
Because getting dicked down in a restaurant bathroom, creampied, and then going back out to do a Thank You speech for your mutual boss was totally something she would do.
Garrison made some small talk as you waited for the elevator and then rode it down to the lobby, and he said hello to Becks on his way by. She smiled and waved, and since you and Sabrina were taking up the back of your little group, she gave the two of you a wink when Garrison and Eric weren’t looking.
The one other disruption to your workflow that morning had been a pair of texts. One had been from the sexy secretary, an upskirt shot of her ass as she peeled one cheek out and flashed her buttplug. You were fairly certain it had to be hot off the presses, so to speak, and not something she’d saved from earlier. The other disruptive text had been from Tasha. The blonde apparently didn’t have a shift at the bookstore today so it had been her lounging on her bed at her place wearing a tanktop and smiling, but with her bare ass in the background and an angle from a mirror looking between her legs from behind - a quick zoom gave a look at her pussy and the hint of a buttplug hidden between her butt cheeks as well.
It really wasn’t fair how easily women could physically tease a man compared to the other way around. No matter how much your girlfriends or other partners made comments about your butt, you knew it wasn’t like seeing a sexy female ass. Let alone the rest of them.
You gave Becks a wink back and blew her a kiss, making her smirk a little wider and then bite the inside corner of her lip, telling you exactly how horny she was for that night.
“Just a couple of blocks over,” Garrison announced, leading the way left out of the building. He led you two blocks, just like he’d said, and around to the far side. It felt weird walking without taking on your usual pace and connection with Sabrina - it wouldn’t really be professional to walk arm in arm to a goodbye work lunch. You ended up at a little hole-in-the-wall looking place, its sign overtaken by a faded maroon awning that might have once had a name on it, but the lettering was so weathered it was just a speckle of concentrated, flaking paint. The menu mounted to the front by the door wasn’t any more help as you passed by - you could see there was a menu in the wood and glass case, but the glass was so filthy you couldn’t read it on the move.
Inside, the restaurant was cramped and dim, but everything felt ... rich. Not in an expensive way, but in an old and well-cared-for kind of way. The wood panelling was dark and polished smooth. The carpet was plush and might have matched the colour that the awning used to be. Every table along either wall was in its own booth, creating pockets of privacy once you were sitting down, with coat racks stationed between each one, giving even more separation from your neighbours. All of the metal was polished brass, and the bench seating for the booths was plump and looked comfortable as hell.
A waiter met Garrison at the front with a polite smile and nod, but you didn’t get the sense that they knew each other like when he’d brought you to his favourite spot after the trial you’d sat in on. This was more of an ‘You are a recognised patron’ than a ‘Hey, it’s Terry!’ sort of thing.
Looking around, you did a quick count, and there were maybe twelve tables in total in the whole place, unless there was a second floor, but you didn’t see any stairs. Even accounting for the fact that most of the tables were filled with five or six people, you still weren’t exactly sure how the place stayed open when it looked like such crap on the outside and didn’t exactly pack in people for the seating.
After a slight jockeying once you were led to your booth of who was sitting where, you ended up sitting on one side of the table while Garrison sat opposite you, and between you was Sabrina on your left and Eric between her and Garrison. The waiter welcomed you to the ‘Au Jus’ and rattled off the specials before retreating to let you look at the menus, though a busboy almost immediately dropped off a basket of bread that smelled so fresh you were pretty sure you were inhaling carbs through its delicious scent.
“So,” Garrison said with a smile. “Your last day, folks. How are you feeling?”
Sabrina took the lead, and while she started mentioning how strange it felt for the summer to be over already, you glanced at the menu. This was obviously a steakhouse, based on the highly limited options. You also quickly noticed that there weren’t any prices listed.
Which meant it was expensive. That was how the place stayed open.
Eric agreed with Sabrina about it feeling like the summer sped by, and then all three turned to you.
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