A less-than-spectacular end to the week

“Fuck,” Becks sighed as you all piled into the elevator.

“What is it?” Gemma asked.

You had immediately taken Sabrina’s hand and squeezed it as the elevator doors started to close, and she went a step further and hugged your arm and leaned her head against you.

“You three got me all tuned up and ready for office sex, and now I’m going to be fantasising about it for ages,” Becks said with a frustrated smirk. “I’m going to have to build up the nerves and take another run at it when the time is right.”

“Garrison is single,” Sabrina said, a little smirk of her own growing. “He might be interested.”

Becks snorted and brought a hand up, pressing the back of it to her mouth. “I don’t think I’m in the market for really playing into the stereotype of Miss Lusty.”

The elevator reached the ground floor and the four of you stepped out to find a cleaner mopping the main entryway and the security guard looking a little haggard. As soon as you came into view he stood up, saw that you weren’t Garrison or another ‘big boss’ type, and then relaxed his shoulders. “Heading out?” he asked.

He went and unlocked the front doors for you, which had never needed to be done before since he was sitting at the front desk anyway, and then locked it behind you. The three of you walked a little way down the street before stopping.

“This is so fucked,” Gemma finally said.

“It’s only a little fucked,” you said. “Joy is getting hers, and the chances of blowback on us are small.”

“Are you OK, Sabrina?” Becks asked.

Your girlfriend nodded but was still holding your arm and hadn’t stopped since the elevator. “It’s fine,” she said, then cracked a little grin. “And I gotta be honest, shoving Joy and having her run face-first into a doorway felt really fucking good.”

“God, I wish I’d seen that,” Gemma said. “I wish I’d done it!” She opened her arms and Sabrina stepped from you to her, and they hugged tightly as Gemma pulled her close. “It’ll be OK, love,” she said more quietly.

“Not to break the mood,” Becks said. “But, ah, since we got interrupted up there…?”

Sabrina chuckled, and Gemma rolled her eyes with a grin as they separated. “Sorry, Becks,” Gemma said. “We’ve got a big day tomorrow helping out a friend.”

“Shit!” Sabrina said and went into her purse for her phone. “We need to get back on the texting campaign.”

“Texting campaign?” Becks asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Do you remember Tasha, the girl whose apartment we went to for that party?” you asked her. “She went through the wringer with her relationship, and Sabrina came up with a plan to pick her back up and make her feel empowered and loved and sexy again.”

“That sounds exactly like something you’d do,” Becks’ smirked, looking at the brunette.

Sabrina finished a text and sent it, then looked up. “Sexual healing is the best healing,” she said with a grin. “But Gemma is right, babe. Unfortunately, we have some preparation to do for tomorrow. Aaaand I was kind of planning on John saving his loads so that the first one he gives her tomorrow is really big, but was willing to make an exception for Office Sex cause, y’know.”

“Wait, you were?” you asked, suddenly realising that you weren’t just not having sex with Becks that night, but potentially not with Gemma or Sabrina either.

“Does she know about the scenes and stuff?” Becks asked.

Sabrina shot you an apologetic look while Gemma shook her head. “No, Tash isn’t… Well, once she’s back on her feet emotionally she’d probably be down for it, honestly, but she’s a comedian and might want to talk about her experience on stage or something and it all gets complicated. We trust her a lot, but not with that, I think is the way to put it.”

“Exactly,” Sabrina said. “She’s our girl, she’s just not… our girl.”

“Alright, well, if you three aren’t taking me home and ravishing me, I think I should head out,” Becks said and let out a breath. “Though you might get a call later, John.”

“I’ll pick up,” you said with a little smile, knowing what she meant. Phone sex with her wasn’t a regular occurrence, but was definitely a fun little addition to your odd friends-with-benefits relationship.

Becks ordered an Uber for herself and Sabrina ordered one for the three of you, none of you wanting to spend the time navigating the bus system that late at night. Becks’ ride got there first and she kissed you goodbye, and you decided to really make the driver question himself and grabbed her ass as you did it. She groaned a little into your lips and gave you a ‘Fuck you, you know what you just did’ look before getting into the car. You wrapped your arms around Gemma and Sabrina’s waist after closing the door for her and you could have sworn the driver did a triple take as he pulled away from the curb.

“Naughty,” Gemma said with a smirk, nudging you in the side with her elbow. “She’s probably stewing in that backseat now.”

“Shit,” Sabrina sighed. “I got sidetracked by sexting Tasha. I meant to ask her if the ‘food platter’ thing turned her on or not.”

“We could always try that with you sometime, love,” Gemma said with a grin.

“Look, I know I’m sexy, but I don’t think I have enough of the fun curves to make it sexy,” Sabrina said, eyeing up Gemma. “Of course, you have all the sexy curves, baby.”

Somehow, without you interfering in the conversation, they ended up planning to have you be the one serving as the next food platter. And they wanted to do it with dessert items. Thankfully they got cut off by the Uber ride arriving, and you really hoped that they’d forget about that particular plan. Not because you wouldn’t do it for them, but because you didn’t want to deal with the stickiness after the fact. Squirt and sweat were one thing, but that much sugar? Yuck!

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