Arrive at work, Flirt with Becks, oh how things have changed...

“Gemma says she’s jealous,” Sabrina smirked a little as the two of you were getting off the bus at the stop down the street from the office.

“I know, baby, that was the group chat,” you chuckled, looping your arm with hers as you started to walk down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful August morning, the sun starting to really heat up but not yet to the point of being uncomfortable - it might be bad by the time lunch came around, but for now, even the morning crowds of downtown were refreshing instead of stifling.

“Oh, hah, I didn’t see you check your phone,” she said, giving you a shrug and a smile and then pulling you off to the side of the sidewalk out of the main flow of pedestrian traffic.

“What is it?” you asked.

She cocked her head to the side, reaching up and looping her arms around the back of your neck as she looked into your eyes. “You know, I think I’m kinda in love with you?”

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a grin. “When did you decide this?”

“Just now,” she said, grinning playfully. “I mean, I decided it before too, but just now I thought to myself, ‘I’m definitely in love with this sexy, smart, silly boy, ’ so I thought I’d tell you that.”

“Well, just so you know, I was thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch,” you said, making her snort and giggle. “I love you too, Sabrina.”

She went on her toes to kiss you, and you held each other close for a long moment before you were jostled by someone passing by and separated. “OK,” she said, fanning her face a little as she grinned at you. “Maybe we shouldn’t kiss like that when I’ve got a buttplug in.”

That made you blush and laugh, checking to see if anyone was listening in, but if anyone had heard her they were already ten steps away and still moving. You gave her another quick kiss and then continued towards the office.

“Wanna come help me with the coffee order?” Sabrina asked as you were reaching the front doors. “Last time we have to do it.”

You blanched a little. “Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said.

“What? Why?”

You gave her a look - she was well aware of all the dirty details of your hookup with Becca yesterday. Her curious expression cracked a little after a moment of staring contest, and she started giggling.

“I’m never setting foot in that place again,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“I know,” she said, scrunching up her nose as she grinned. “I’ll see you up there. Go flirt with Becks.”

“Love you,” you said, and you gave her a much more work-appropriate peck on the lips as you split up.

The lobby had a couple of people speaking quietly near the doors, so you knew you couldn’t be too flagrant about your flirting as you walked towards Becks at the front desk. She looked up from whatever she was working on at her computer and broke into a smile - she was wearing a cute white blouse with a high collar that played against her warm, light mocha skin and managed to highlight her bust without showing any skin. “Well, good morning,” she said as you approached. “Looking forward to later?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, feigning ignorance. “Today is just another beautiful summer day, isn’t it?”

Becks rolled her eyes a little, smirking and shaking her head. “Don’t tell me I’m that forgettable.”

“Of course not,” you said, giving her a wink. “Though I don’t know who’s more excited, me or Sabrina.”

“John, please,” Becks snorted. “It’s Sabrina. Because she’s a-” she swapped to just mouthing the last words. ‘-nympho freak.’

“Well, maybe,” you chuckled.

“Maybe nothing,” Becks said. “But we do love her for it.”

“We do,” you agreed. “So, what’s your day look like?”

“Same as always,” she shrugged. “Handle bookings and appointments, answer questions, deal with delivery drivers, and try not to call you for a one-on-one meeting even though I’m already horny as shit because I’ve got a buttplug in my ass.”

You coughed, again needing to check over your shoulder to see if anyone had heard that, but realised the two men had disappeared down one of the corridors leading deeper into the first floor of the building. When you turned back to Becks, she was grinning lasciviously.

“I think I would very much enjoy a one-on-one with you, Becks,” you said. “So I can do a thorough, thorough review of your body of work. Head-to-toe inspection. Probably a public speaking element - an oral exam, you might say. And of course a thorough and vigorous probing of your… talents and skills.”

“My talents and skills, huh?” she asked with a smirk. Both of your voices had dropped low, and she was leaning towards you more.

“Mhmm,” you hummed. Then you abandoned the game. “God, I want to put your legs behind your ears and fucking pound you, Becks.”

She grunted wordlessly and sucked in a breath through her nose. “And which of my slutty secretary holes would you be pounding?”

“Here in the office?” you mused. “That hungry, tight, tasty pussy until I fill it with cream like a stuffed pastry, without taking out your plug. Because your ass deserves even more time to be thoroughly enjoyed.”

“You’re fucking evil,” she growled and smirked. “Now I’m going to be sitting here with a soaked thong all morning.”

“Are you wearing slacks or a skirt?” you asked, peeking over the desk but unable to see.

“A skirt,” she said.

“Is it short?”

“Not really,” she said, then rolled her eyes.

“I want your panties,” you said.

“Fuck,” she muttered, glancing around me at the door then at the corridors, but she obviously hesitated and then sighed. “I would, John, for real, but I legitimately don’t want to end up having a wet spot on the back of my skirt. I’m also just a little paranoid about the buttplug popping out of me somehow at the most inconvenient and embarrassing moment and the thong will help keep it in place. So I have to say no.”

“That’s OK,” you chuckled, leaning a little more forward as you smiled at her. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“Well, I’m thinking very naughty things at and about you,” she grinned, then sat back more comfortably and raised her voice back to a normal volume. “Now, where the hell is Sabrina?”

“Coffee run,” you said.

“And you aren’t helping her?”

“I… uh, can’t go back in there,” you said.

“Why?” Becks asked incredulously, then raised her eyebrows as she quickly made the connection to your rendezvous yesterday. That led to you quickly telling her about the… encounter, particularly the part with getting caught by a barista.

“You dog,” she snickered. “Jesus, who would have thought quiet, nerdy, socially awkward John from the start of the summer would be hooking up with hotties in coffee shop bathrooms by now?”

“Who is right,” you said and laughed with her. “But yeah, that’s why I can’t go back there today. Thankfully, it was the last day.”

“You do realise this hasn’t helped my situation, right?” she smirked. “I’m gonna be thinking about that all morning now.”

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll send you a couple of the pictures,” you winked.

She gave you an exaggerated, frustrated expression and shook her finger at you. “You’re an absolute devil.”

“I learned from the best,” you said as you heard the main doors opening behind you and turned to glance over your shoulders. “Speaking of whom…” You went to help Sabrina with her stack of drinks balanced on top of a pastry box, and she smiled thankfully as you both brought them over to the front desk.

“Hey, girly,” she said, quickly finding Becks’ drink and handing it over, then opening the pastry box and pulling out one of the giant cookies she liked from the bakery. “Want one?”

“Sure,” Becks said. “I mean, I shouldn’t, but that’ll hit the spot later in the middle of the afternoon when I’m dying of boredom.”

Sabrina blew her a kiss as she handed it over. “Was John a good boy while I didn’t have my eye on him?” she asked playfully, giving you a teasing look.

“I was just telling him he’s an absolute devil before you were walking in,” Becks said. “A temptor. A… I don’t know.”

“I would just like to say that’s the second time you called me a ‘boy’ this morning,” you said to Sabrina. “And I think you should be adjusting that to a ‘man’ based on what I did to you earlier.”

Sabrina actually blushed a little, her mouth falling open as she was struck speechless for a moment, and Becks snickered. Your girlfriend snapped out of it quickly though and bit her lower lip as she smiled around it. “You’re right, John. You are very much a man, not a boy. My man - and Gemma’s.”

“Can I borrow your man?” Becks asked, smiling playfully. “When I need one?”

“Of course,” Sabrina grinned. “John has plenty of man to go around for friends. Are you and Tasha still good for dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely,” Becks nodded. “And… the ‘party’ afterwards.” She winked at the two of you.

“Great,” Sabrina grinned, then took a smaller portion of the stack of drinks from the desk and raised an eyebrow at you. “Men carry the bigger, heavier loads, right?”

“Men do,” you agreed with a smirk. “Of course, we also drop heavy loads in tight spaces.”

Sabrina almost tripped over her own feet as she hiccuped hard in surprise, thankfully managing not to drop the two trays of drinks she was carrying. Becks guffawed loud enough that you thought someone down the corridor and through into the bodega at the far corner of the building might have been able to hear her.

You got in the elevator grinning like a fool because life was absolutely wild.

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