Play footsies with Gemma

**** to keep Gemma from checking under the table, your mind flashes through plausible solutions to your situation. The closest thing you can come up with involves a random fire alarm going off. That’s not happening in the next 30 seconds and Gemma is starting to pull her chair back, so you act on instinct.

The back of your hand brushes against Gemma’s leg, angling so that it seems like Sabrina is the one doing it.

Gemma’s body goes still. You hold your breath and wait. It takes a moment, but Gemma eases herself back in her seat, visibly relaxed. You seem to have convinced her that it was Sabrina touching her all along. You breathe a sigh of relief as Gemma’s attention is taken off of you for the moment. You can slip back to the far end of the space again too since the platinum blonde’s restless leg seems to have settled down.

The meeting seems to drag on. The client sounds like a friend of the firm, getting into small talk with Furman and the others while they go over the details of the case. Conversations move from line items to golfing dates and sports teams. It doesn’t sound like they’re ready to end things anytime soon either.

At least you get to look up a couple of skirts while you’re down here. Coincidentally, Gemma’s legs bear a remarkable resemblance to Sabrina’s. It’s not like you make a habit of comparing legs, but they are the same shape and length. They don’t have the same posture though. While Sabrina is sitting up straight with her knees knocked together, Gemma has a more relaxed pose with one leg crossed over the other.

Just as you’ve made this observation, Gemma’s legs uncross and she points her knees point Sabrina. Curiously, you continue to observe. Gemma slowly digs the tip of her left shoe into the heel of her right, slipping the pump off her right foot. She then brushes her toes along the back of Sabrina’s left calf.

Sabrina goes rigid for a moment, then relaxes. You can only imagine what is happening above the table. Sabrina squirms in her seat as Gemma continues to play around with her lower leg. The petite brunette twists about awkwardly, as if not sure how to respond. You wonder what is going on in her head right now. If she rebuffs Gemma’s advances, it might lead to the Aussie checking under the table which would expose you. If she fools around with Gemma, you wonder how far will that lead.

You watch silently, with bated breath, to see what Sabrina does next.

Your heart skips a beat when you see Sabrina pull off her own shoe and start to play back with Gemma. The two ladies rub their feet over each other. It’s a different form of fondling that makes the rest of their bodies shift about with a nervous, erotic energy.

You check your phone to see if Sabrina sent any new messages. She hasn’t. Between the footsies and the notetaking, she is already preoccupied. You consider sending her a picture of what you’re seeing, but without context it’s just two ladies rubbing their feet together. You then wonder if there is a way to escalate matters. You could give either of them a hand. Sabrina might make a scene with her moans while Gemma might cry out in shock. Would it be worth the risk?