Recess

“Oh, my fucking God,” Eric groaned.

The four of you were standing in the corridor outside of Court Six, the moderately cooler air and walking around a little helping to wake you back up after the two hours in the stuffy courtroom.

“Alright, so it’s not exactly a thrilling ride,” Gemma said, stretching her back a bit as she winced. The chairs were already starting to get to all of your asses with their shitty ‘padding.’ “But Garrison seems to be in control of things, at least.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Sabrina sighed. “His opening statement was clearer than the opposing counsel, but he didn’t exactly fire up the judge.”

“Maybe it’s a strategy,” you pointed out. “If he’s dealt with the judge before, maybe he knows that righteous indignation or dramatics would hurt him more than help.”

“Yeah, well I could use some righteous indignation right about now,” Eric grunted. “I’m gonna look for a snack machine, do you guys want anything?”

You, Gemma and Sabrina indicated you were alright for now, and Eric wandered off down the corridor. There were still about ten minutes left in the brief recess the judge had called to break up the morning. You wondered if he needed to wake himself up some as well, or if the old guy just needed to hit the toilets.

“So, what do we really think?” Sabrina asked.

“Of what?” you asked back.

“Of court. None of us have decided on what sort of law we want to specialise in. Is this tickling either of your nerd boners and making you think, ‘Gee, I’d love to manage corporate mergers?’”

You snorted softly, and Gemma chuckled. “I don’t think this one is going to be inspirational, love,” Gemma said, pulling Sabrina to her by wrapping an arm around the brunette’s shoulder.

“Agreed,” you said.

“Well, then what if we talk about something… else?” Sabrina suggested. “Or maybe do something-”

“No,” Gemma said, squeezing Sabrina a little tighter in the side hug. “Not going to happen.”

Sabrina frowned and pouted a little. “But I’m horny,” she whined quietly. “All I’ve got to do is sit there next to you two and think about stuff. And you know when I’m just daydreaming my brain goes naughty.”

“Sabrina, I love you, but get a grip,” you chuckled, smiling at your girlfriend to show you were only half-serious. “We are not doing something in the courtroom.”

“I wasn’t thinking the courtroom,” she defended herself. “Not that I think anyone would actually notice. I was thinking a bathroom, or maybe if we could find-”

Gemma silenced her with another squeeze. “Not in the building.”

“Fine,” she sighed, but her little smirk told you that even if she couldn’t convince either of you to do something naughty, she wasn’t about to stop thinking about it when her mind wandered.

Eric returned with a bag of chips, and you had to remind him he should eat it fast since it would be loud in the courtroom. He groaned and then quickly shovelled the potato chips into his mouth and brushed the crumbs from his lips as the four of you re-entered the courtroom.

The second half of the morning started out as slow as the first as Garrison began to slowly work the judge through the timeline of events, outlining his case. About fifteen minutes after the trial had started back up you noticed that Sabrina checked her phone and then quickly lowered the screen to press against her skirt as she looked around, her eyes a little wider. She saw you looking and flushed, and when she saw no one else was paying attention she made a little ‘over here’ gesture with a nod of her head and you followed her quietly down the row of chairs and to the end, away from the others and the two people who seemed to actually be watching the trial and taking notes.

You glanced back at Gemma, who was frowning curiously at you, and you shrugged in an ‘I don’t know yet’ gesture. Her brow furrowed but she nodded softly.

Sabrina grabbed a seat, and you sat beside her, and she leaned in close so she could whisper under her breath. “One of our fans is at it again.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

She held up her phone, carefully tilted so you could see it but no one else in the room was likely to catch a glance at it. She doodled in the password code and the screen cleared, showing off the picture of a nude woman. It took you a moment, since you hadn’t exactly stared at them as they were on Sabrina’s Twitter account, but you realised they were from the woman who allegedly ran the ‘DaddysDick’ fan account.

“She said she really liked the latest teasers and is excited to see more,” Sabrina whispered. “We’ve been chatting on and off. I think she’s a lonely housewife somewhere in the middle of the country.”

“If she’s really a she,” you pointed out.

Sabrina smirked and swiped on the screen to the next picture. It was a closeup picture of the woman’s tits, medium-sized and capped with soft pink areolas. She’d written ‘Daddy’s Dick + Kat18’ inside of a heart on her chest and had that morning's New York Times just underneath them. “She wasn’t thrilled that I was worried about that before, so she sent this too.”

You groaned quietly and shook your head. “Ridiculous,” you said.

“Face it, baby,” Sabrina said with a little smirk. “We’re pornstars now. We have fans who want us to appreciate them. And who would jump at a chance to have sex with us.”

“That’s definitely-”

“I know,” she interrupted. “I know. And I’m not leading her on or anything. I just think that it’s important we keep things in perspective. Good and bad. And even though the whole ‘Daddy’s Dick’ account is funny as hell, it’s also gotten pretty big; almost as big as my main one. They are blowing up, and that means the page gets more traffic, and we make more money. So, my dear boyfriend, what I’m saying is that we should be thanking the person who is giving us free advertising.”

“Sabrina, baby, I can see that look in your eyes.”

“What?” she asked. “What look? I don’t have a look.”

“Yes, you do,” you whispered. “It’s that ‘I have a dirty plan’ look.”

She smirked and shrugged. “Maybe I do. But it’s a little one. Promise.”

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