Storage Room Sexy Time?

“I think that’s a very bad idea that I really want to go ahead with anyways,” you said, setting down the folder you’d been sorting and walking over to Sabrina.

Sabrina was shorter than you by almost a foot, though today she’d worn business heels with a short heel on it so she was a little taller than in her flats. She bit her lower lip and grinned as you approached her. “Well, ‘Bad Idea’ might as well be my middle name. The key is knowing when to make them.”

“Is that so?” you asked as you stepped right up and loomed over her. She looked up at you with her big eyes, grinning like a fiend. You leaned down and kissed her, letting your hand run up her side and over her chest, but instead of moving to palm her tits you went up higher, over her collarbone to her neck. You took it in your hand and she exhaled heavily.

“Daddy,” she whispered into your lips.

“You really need to get a hold of that,” you chuckled. “Or is this you being a brat again? Because no matter what, I don’t think we can punish you appropriately even down here.”

“Sorry, it really is just blurting out of nowhere,” Sabrina said. “You don’t actually mind me calling you that on camera, right?”

“It’s fine to play it up like that,” you said. “But when it’s just us I’d prefer something else.”

“John,” she hummed.

“Better,” you smiled, and kissed her again.

She pressed her body forward, her torso against yours and her neck against your hand. She moaned happily in her chest. Then she broke the kiss and turned around in your arms, putting her hands on the photocopier and pressing her ass back against your growing bulge. “I think we need to do some hard negotiating, Mr Lawyer,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at you with a grin.

You shook your head but kept your smile. “Sabrina, we can’t go that far.”

She pouted, turning back around and sliding both of her hands down your front to your crotch, running her fingers along the crotch of your pants. “Are you sure?”

“No,” you said. “But also yes.”

“Well, what can we do? In your judgement,” she asked.

You took her hand in yours and led her over towards the couch. “I think we can at least indulge in a little-”

You let go of her hand and practically leapt away from her as the door to the storage room burst open. “Well, isn’t this interesting,” Joy said. She wasn’t actually that much taller than Sabrina, maybe even with Gemma, but somehow she seemed to loom in the doorway. “You know, when you’re given a special assignment like this, the Partners usually expect you to work diligently and quickly.”

“We’re over half done,” you said, gesturing to the tables and stacked piles. “I’d say we’re moving pretty quickly.”

Joy narrowed her eyes, looking between you and Sabrina for a long moment. “Well, I’m here to take over. Sabrina, right? You need to go talk to Mrs Bellagamba, she sent me down to fetch you.”

“Oh, really?” Sabrina asked, obviously surprised. You could only thank God that you hadn’t started running your fingers through her hair - other than her nervous look, Sabrina still looked put together and not at all dishevelled. “Did she say what for?”

“I don’t question the partners,” Joy sneered. “And you should really think about that if you want to stick around. Now, off you go.” She made a shooing gesture.

Sabrina shot you a quick, nervous look before stepping around Joy and heading out into the corridor.

You had to have been thinking the same thing she was - how much had Joy seen? How much had she heard? The last thing you needed was some sort of **** situation. What had you even been saying? You hadn’t brought up OnlyFans by name, but had said something about being on camera. That had been super quiet and whispered though, right? Or had you been talking loudly?

“Well, now that she’s gone, we can get to know each other properly,” Joy said, her hands on her hips as she made sure to check the hallways before closing the door.

“Alright, so Sabrina and I were sorting the papers over there, and I was working up a filing system to-”

“John, right?” Joy interrupted me, walking over.

“Yeah,” you acknowledged.

“Well, John, you don’t seem like an idiot. That’s what I like about you - that and you aren’t ugly or short or creepy so far. I’ve interned here for several summers now, and as you know my mother is a Senior Partner. That affords me certain benefits.”

“Like… what?” you asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Well,” she said, circling around the table between you. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d done that. “For one thing, I get to take whatever lunch breaks I want. And of course, I can extend that to my friends. Any special assignments that I want are mine as well.”

“That sounds like special treatment,” you said. “I never saw anything in our contracts about seniority perks.”

“Well, it’s an unwritten rule,” she grinned wolfishly. “There is another unwritten perk that I’ve gotten to indulge in, too. You see, my boyfriend is off in the Caymans with his family again this year, which means I’m left to my own devices. Again. And when I’m left alone to my own devices, I get… needy. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. You’d been unreasonably worried about Garrison last week for no reason, and now you’d just let yourself get into a situation alone with a raging bitch in a basement. “No, sorry, I don’t,” you said, trying to play dumb. “Do you need some private time to FaceTime him or something?”

“No, John,” Joy shook her head slowly, closing the distance between you two. “It means that I’m looking for a boy toy to relieve all my stress. And I’ve decided that you are going to be that toy this year.”

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