Friday, Friday, Still Gotta Work on Friday

It had been another long night, but you still made it in to work on time and with a pep in your step. It was funny how much more satisfying it was to walk into your shit-pay internship when you knew you were going to see two beautiful women that you were having relations with.

They weren’t waiting for you at the front desk like the day before, but you noticed that Becks didn’t have her coffee so you assumed Gemma was off doing that since it was a Friday, and her day for the task. Instead of heading upstairs, you decided to put Sabrina’s advice into practice and spent some time talking with Becks.

“So, anything planned for the weekend?” you asked.

Becks raised an eyebrow, setting down the notebook she had been writing in. “I’ve got a date with my guy,” she said. “I haven’t seen him all week, so I’m sure we’re going to go do something fun.”

“That sounds nice,” you said. “How long have you been seeing him?”

“John, what is going on here?” Becks asked, giving you a sceptical look. “Is this a whole thing where I’m friendly with Gemma and Sabrina, so now you want to try and use me to get to know their secrets or something?”

“No, I-” you floundered for a moment and decided that at this point the truth was going to sound better than anything you could come up with. “Sabrina was ragging on me early in the week for not being good at talking with secretaries. I thought since I wanted to wait for them, I’d practice making small talk with you.”

“So you’re not actually interested in anything you’re asking me about and just wasting my time?” Becks asked.

“OK, so that makes it sound way worse than I was thinking,” you admitted. “Look, I’m sorry. This clearly wasn’t a good idea. I’m just going to take the loss and-”

“John, it’s OK,” Becks grinned. “Sabrina told me all about it. And I know you weren’t trying to waste my time, I just wanted to see the look on your face and test if you’d lie or not. And you didn’t, so you passed in my book.”

You took in a deep breath and rubbed your face with one hand for a moment. “Alright, well, you got me,” you chuckled. “But seriously, I am interested in knowing what your and your boyfriend do on dates. I’m not from the city, so I’m grasping at straws trying to come up with ideas.”

“Why, are you dating someone?” Becks asked.

You tried to keep a straight face, but you already knew Becks was suspicious and there was no hiding it from her.

“Is it Gemma or Sabrina?” Becks asked. “Because at first I thought it was Sabrina, but then I saw Gemma slip something into your pocket the other day when Sabrina’s uncle came in for that meeting.”

“I, uh,” you stammered.

“Wait, are you dating both of them?” Becks asked.

“He’s dating me,” Gemma said as she backed her way through the open front door to the lobby. She had two trays of drinks and a little box of pastries stacked in her arms. “It’s new, no labels yet.” She strode over to the front desk and smiled as you took the pastries and the top drink tray from her. She set down the tray she was holding and took one of the drinks from yours, handing it to Becks followed by opening the pastry box and offering her one. “Coffee and a snack to stop the questions?”

“Oh, I’ll take both, but I’m not done asking questions,” Beck said, taking the drink and selecting a turnover from the box. “What’s going on with Sabrina, if you two are seeing each other?”

You glanced at Gemma, who also glanced at you. “I feel like that’s a question that you should ask Sabrina,” you said.

“I did, she said I should ask you two,” Becks frowned.

“Really?” Gemma asked.

“No, but I want to know,” Becks smirked. “But now I really know there’s something going on. So is this a Poly thing, like you’re a throuple?”

“No,” Gemma shook her head. “I’m not into girls.”

“But John is with both of you?”

“Not exactly,” you hedged. “Gemma and I are dating. Sabrina and I are… friends.”

“Friends,” Becks raised an eyebrow. “Just friends?”

“That’s all I’m saying,” you said.

Becks half turned in her chair and raised her voice a little. “You were right.”

Sabrina came sauntering out from a side hallway, a smile on her lips. “I told you he wouldn’t spill,” she said. Then she walked right up to you and kissed you quickly on the lips. “I appreciate you,” she smiled.

“Well, if you’re breaking the rules,” Gemma said, and then leaned in and kissed you as well, just a touch longer than Sabrina had.

“So, what, was this all a setup or something?” you asked.

“Sort of, but not really,” Sabrina said. “Becks was grilling me about what was going on, and I told her if she asked you that you would say we were friends and wouldn’t tell her anything else. She bet that when push came to shove you would crack.”

“And a bet is a bet,” Becks sighed, fishing her phone out from behind her desk and scrolling through it quickly. “This one?” she asked Sabrina, showing her the phone on an angle to prevent you and Gemma from seeing.

“That one works,” Sabrina nodded.

“Alright, don’t say I don’t pay my debts,” Becks said, and she tapped her phone a couple times and it made the whoosh sound of a sent file.

Then your phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you took it out and opened it you had a text from an unknown number. And that text was a photo, a nude taken in a bathroom. You couldn’t see the woman’s face, but she was standing with her bare ass to the mirror, twisting her body to look back and take the photo, one of her naked tits visible as well.

“You can keep that, though please don’t share it. And definitely not with anyone in the building,” Becks said. “It doesn’t have a face so you can’t prove it’s me, but also I’d rather not have the rumours.”

“Uh, thanks?” you said. “You look really good, you clearly work out and put the effort in.”

“Thanks,” Becks smirked.

“Wait, what was going to happen if Becks won?” Gemma asked.

“Her boyfriend was going to get an unsolicited titty pic,” Sabrina said.

You found that you really didn’t like that idea - and immediately recognized the ridiculousness of that feeling considering hundreds of people were currently paying to see her naked on the internet. Not to mention the photos of her with your dick, or your cum on her.

“Alright,” you said, trying to banish the thoughts in your head. “Let’s head upstairs. Becks, thanks?”

“That’s the only one you’re getting, so no asking me for more,” Becks smirked. “Not that you seem to need more inspiration if you’re dating Gemma and friends with Sabrina like I think you are.”

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