A Quiet Day leads to an eventful night

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

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

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

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

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

Not a date.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely not a date.

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

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

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

“What?” Amanda asked, smiling curiously.

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

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

“Oh, God,” Amanda scoffed and chuckled a little. “Please tell me you’re not feeling used?”

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

“He kind of made bank,” Sabrina added. “Which meant Maeve really made bank.”

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

“Wanna read the conversation?” Sabrina offered.

“Sabrina,” you sighed.

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

Amanda sighed, giving Sabrina a look.

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

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

“Fine, I’ll take a look,” she said with a little nervous grin. “Quickly.”

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