Brunch! Delicious, Scrumptious Brunch!

“Favourite part?” Sabrina asked Becks.

You were all sitting around a table with a clean white linen tablecloth and were sipping mimosas, waiting for your brunch orders.

“Probably… God, hard to say,” Becks said.

“Well, I know what my favourite was,” Gemma said. “When you went A-to-M.”

The four of you weren’t exactly isolated and could hear the murmurs of other patrons in the restaurant around you, so it was fair to assume they would be able to hear you as well.

“That was pretty nasty,” Becks said, scrunching up her nose at the memory. “But I was so hot that I couldn’t resist doing it.”

“It was definitely hot,” Sabrina said. “I’ll do it for you this afternoon if you want.”

Becks bit the inside of her cheek as she blushed and shrugged. “I think I need another mimosa before we start down that road,” she laughed. “What about you? Favourite part?”

“Definitely near the start when I was laying down and John was, y’know, and you two were… yeah,” Sabrina said, first making a little hip thrusting gesture in her seat talking about you, and then gesturing around her chest when she referenced them. “I could have definitely gone for more of that.”

“You looked gorgeous too, by the way,” you said, looking across the table at her. She grinned and you felt her foot find your leg under the table and rub up your calf.

“John?” Becks asked. “Favourite part?”

“All of it,” you said.

“Be more specific, love,” Gemma said. “Obviously it was all great.”

“OK, then even though it was all my favourite, I’ll narrow it down to the ending. That was pretty awesome,” you said. The ending had been Becks sucking on your balls as Sabrina stood behind you stroking you quickly, while Gemma presented her tits for you to come all over. You’d splattered her with a big load, and then Becks and Sabrina and licked it all up.

“I still can’t believe how much there was,” Gemma giggled at that.

“What can I say, you bring it out of me,” you said.

“Literally,” Sabrina chuckled.

“Back to you, Becks,” Gemma said.

“Um… probably right after the ATM when I was licking the you know and John got behind me,” Becks said.

“Really?” Gemma asked in surprise.

“For sure,” Becks nodded. “I mean, I felt like I could feel every twitch you made when it felt good, and John wasn’t holding back.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” you said, reaching over and squeezing her hand.

“I hate to nuke the mood,” Sabrina sighed. “But we should probably talk about the other part of last night at the party. I feel like we need to game it out.”

“True,” Gemma nodded and sighed as well.

“I did a little thinking this morning while I was in the shower,” you said. “The way I see it, there are three scenarios. The first is that there is no fallout; Joy doesn’t pursue anything, and nothing changes. The second is that Joy tries to make waves, but neither Lucy nor anyone else at the party helps her out with more info. The third is that Lucy has connected with Joy and they can plot together.”

“Is she really as bad as you say?” Becks asked. “Lucy, not Joy. I know you told us the whole dating story last night, but what’s it been like since you reconnected by accident?”

“Awkward,” you said. “Weird. She acts pissy constantly around me.”

“To be fair, most of the encounters have been normal but there’s been a couple of abnormal ones too,” Gemma said.

“I still think she’s just jealous and horny,” Sabrina said. “We should just let her fuck John and get over it.”

You nearly spit out your water at that suggestion.

“I would really rather not award bad behaviour,” Gemma said.

“Fiiiine,” Sabrina said.

The conversation was cut short for a long moment as your food was delivered. You’d gone for a classic French Toast platter with an extra large side of bacon, wanting more protein after the exertions of yesterday. Gemma had gone for eggs benedict with bacon as well, while Sabrina and Becks had both gone a little lighter with veggie omelettes. The four of you dug in quickly and were half done with your meals before anyone said anything.

“OK, the scenarios,” Gemma said, gesturing with her fork. “We don’t need to actually talk about Scenario One where nothing happens. What does scenario two look like?”

“If she only has what we currently know she has?” Sabrina reasoned out. “Then her only avenues of attack are either through her Mom or online through social media.”

“Garrisson is protecting us from her Mom,” you said. “So what about social media?”

“My Insta and Facebook are already set to private, so I should be set,” Gemma said. “She never even tried to add me when we were working together, and I’ll make sure not to accept any random accounts still.”

“I’m not as locked down,” Sabrina said. “But there’s nothing that could be used other than maybe a few pictures where we just look like regular old co-workers for the internship. She could maybe try messaging my family or friends, but no one would believe anything she says.”

“OK, so there’s a small risk but negligible,” you said. “What about scenario three?”

“That’s the obvious big one,” Becks said. “If your Ex works with Joy, that’s a lot of information she can use quickly. She could report all of us for being in a relationship and working together. Realistically I’m not actually contracted by the firm so I’m not covered by your HR, but it would definitely not look great to my boss. I don’t think I‘d have any fallout on trying Polyamory for a weekend though, since that’s the story you told Lucy.”

“The bigger problem is what she could do to us,” Gemma said. “First thing, she could report Sabrina to HR for being in an unreported relationship. Then there would be any questions of stigma at work. We likely wouldn’t get fired since she had no evidence we did anything on work hours, but we’d probably get watched a lot more and Garrisson might not be as mentor-y with us.”

“Social Media still a vector here too,” Sabrina said.

“Well, shit,” you sighed. “So, the most likely worst-case scenarios don’t sound too bad.”

“Well…” Sabrina said.

“What?” Becks asked.

“We’re not considering that she’s unhinged,” Sabrina said. “It could get a lot worse if she puts her mind to it and keeps playing dirty.”

You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead. “I thought you were supposed to avoid these kinds of situations if you refused to stick your dick in crazy?”

“Sorry, John,” Becks sighed. “Sometimes crazy sticks it’s dick in you.”

Gemma snorted and broke into a chuckle.

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