An Afternoon Off calls for something different

Garrison excused you for the rest of the afternoon as a secondary congratulations - your real prize was definitely the letters of recommendation. The other associates and junior partners from the firm who were in attendance, along with a few from the other firm, were all congratulating you as well on your way out. Riding the high of your win, you, the girls and Eric all headed to the campus pub at the nearby university around 2PM.

You each had a couple of drinks, replaying the events of the last day and a half. It felt like you were a sports team after a big game, but instead of big hits or scoring points, you were talking about shooting down the witness testimonies, and Gemma’s opening statement that could have ended the whole case right there. The looks on Sam, Tucker and Thomas’s faces were all big on the chopping block as well.

Then, nicely buzzed in the mid-afternoon, Eric decided to call Andy.

None of you had heard from him in a while - you, Gemma and Sabrina hadn’t talked to him since the morning you found out he’d been fired, and Eric had only texted him a couple times.

The video call rang a few times before picking up.

“Hello?” Andy asked, and after a moment the video buffered in and you were all very confused.

Andy looked… spiffy.

His hair was cut and neatly combed, his scruff was completely gone, and he was wearing a freshly pressed suit.

“Andy?” Eric asked.

“Oh, hey you guys,” he replied. “What’s up? I can only talk for a minute.”

The background was some sort of beige wall, giving you no extra hints.

“Hey, dude,” you said. “We were just having a drink and thinking about you. How are you?”

“I’m alright,” he said. “My feet hurt a bit from all the walking I do now, but it’s all good. What’s up with you guys, shouldn’t you still be at work?”

“We got the afternoon off after we won a mock trial,” Gemma said. “Andy, where are you?”

“Oh, I’m at work,” he said.

“At work where?” Sabrina asked. “Doing what?”

He winced a little and sighed. “I’m working in the mailroom at my Grandma’s company. When I got booted out of our internship she kind of read me the riot act, put me in rehab for a couple weeks, and threatened that I’d be disinherited if I didn’t clean my shit up. I have to come in to work with her every morning, work all day, and then go home with her at the end of the day. And I’m not allowed out at night; the staff won’t let me.”

“The… staff,” you said.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “James the security guy is OK, but he won’t sneak me in any weed. Arthur the Butler is a real dick though.”

“Your Grandma has a butler?” Eric asked. “Jesus, dude.”

“It’s not like it’s that weird,” he said.

“No, Andy,” Gemma said. “It’s rare. Very, very rare.”

“Ugh,” Andy sighed, looking at what seemed to be a very expensive watch on his wrist. “I gotta go.”

“What happened with your girlfriend?” you asked. “The one who worked on a pot farm or something?”

“Oh, Grandma paid her off not to ever contact me again,” Andy frowned. “I thought we liked each other more than that, but I guess I was wrong. Still, though, not getting disinherited or whatever is probably worth all this crap. I miss working with you guys though, it was fun.”

“We miss you too, buddy,” Eric said.

“Alright, I gotta jet. See you!” Andy said.

You all echoed your goodbyes and ended the call.

“Holy shit,” you said as Eric put the phone down.

“Andy has a butler?” Gemma said, shaking her head.

“He cleans up good, too,” Sabrina said. “Like… he looked like an actual business person, not…”

“A slacker bum?” Gemma smirked a little.

“You really didn’t know he was that well off?” you asked Eric.

“Are you kidding me?” Eric retorted. “If I’d known that I would have been hitting him up to go out clubbing, or fly down to Miami with me and stuff. Dude looks like he’s fucking loaded.”

The conversation shifted slowly from Andy to talking about your own backgrounds. You already knew Gemma and Sabrina’s stories - Gemma had grown up in Adelaide with a big, Catholic family that loved each other but was a little traditional. Sabrina had her two sisters and both her parents and had grown up solidly in the middle class in suburbia, which wasn’t too different from yourself. Eric came from upper-middle class, or maybe lower-upper; he was an only child (big surprise there) and had been ‘the man’ in high school. At least according to him.

Eventually, the four of you had drank yourselves tipsy. Eric thought it would be a great idea for you to all go out on the town that night, but you thankfully had the presence of mind to remember that it was a Tuesday, and you had work in the morning, so you begged off. He grabbed an Uber back to his place to ‘pregame,’ and you had a feeling he’d eat dinner and wouldn’t make it out the door. You, Gemma and Sabrina took the walk to your place, Gemma holding your hand on one side and Sabrina looping her arm around yours with the other, all three of you grinning the entire way.

Once you were inside the apartment, having performed the Knocking Ritual and finding that Mosche wasn’t home, you made sure all three of you had big glasses of water. Then you ordered Chinese food from the place down the block, hoping that it wouldn’t be Iris delivering it, while Gemma and Sabrina headed back to your room to get comfortable.

“John,” Gemma called to you in a singsong voice from that direction. You’d poured yourself another water in the kitchen, wanting to make sure you were hydrated for what was to come. She hummed a chuckle when you looked over at her and your jaw dropped a bit. She was standing in the little hallway leading to your room in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Her hair was down, the silvery blonde cascading around her shoulders. Her tits were on full display, hanging plump and wonderful. Her stomach, soft and smooth, was bare and her bellybutton looked cute as hell. She was smiling, leaning against the corner of the wall.

“Yes, my amazing, stupendous, erudite girlfriend?” you asked.

“Ooh, erudite. I like that,” she grinned. “Now, are you going to come fuck our butts or not?”

“Our?” you asked in surprise.

Gemma scrunched up her nose as she smirked. “Sabrina was a bad girl and wore a buttplug all yesterday and today during the trial. She’s horny as hell and wants you to do her first, the greedy slut.”

“Are you guys talking about me?” Sabrina called from back in the bedroom.

Both you and Gemma broke out laughing, and you went and took your Australian girlfriend in your arms and kissed her tenderly. “Lead the way,” you said.

“Gladly,” she grinned back and took your hand, pulling you to the bedroom.

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