Back to the Office

One quick peck with Becca before you headed in opposite directions, along with a promise to update her on the Eric story, and you headed back to the office. You delivered Becks’ drink and snack to her, waiting an extra moment for a lady asking her a question to leave.

“I’m guessing you can’t sneak away and come hear it from the horse’s mouth?” you asked.

Becks sighed and shook her head. “Not during work hours,” she said. Then she narrowed her eyes. “Why are your lips looking… redder? Or pinker?”

“Fuck,” you said but resisted the urge to wipe your mouth. You’d learned that lesson the hard way after kissing Gemma or Sabrina too soon after they applied something to their lips and gave you a quick kiss. “I ran into a friend of Gemma, Sabrina and I at the coffee shop.”

“A friend, huh?” Becks smirked.

“Shut up,” you chuckled.

“Too bad you can’t greet all your friends like that when you run into them day-to-day,” she grinned.

“Way too bad,” you agreed and winked at her.

She let you leave the drinks, and box of pastries, under her care as you went to the first-floor washroom and cleaned your face. Before doing that you took a picture in the mirror and sent it to the group chat with Sabrina and Gemma - you weren’t exactly looking clown-like but it was noticeable enough that you were exasperated that Becca hadn’t said anything to you. Gemma sent back several crying laughing emojis and admitted that Becca had already told her she’d left you a little ‘present’ after running into you. Sabrina sent a line of the same emojis two seconds later.

Once you were cleaned up - your lips looking red from rubbing now instead of the pink lipstick Becca had gotten on you - you headed back out and collected the drinks from Becks as she gave you another smirk and then bit the corner of her lip teasingly while shooting you ‘I want your dick’ vibes through her eye contact.

That left you feeling a little chubbed up and you had to take some deep breaths during the elevator ride. How was she able to do that to you after the night and morning you’d had?

You delivered the coffees, needing to mutter apologies to almost every lawyer you were delivering the drink to instead of leaving it on their desks minutes before they arrived - most were fine with it, a few didn’t even look up from what they were doing, and a couple gave you accusatory glares like you’d stepped in dog shit and were trailing the smell around the office. Thankfully the last ones were low in the office hierarchy and didn’t interact with you or the others much.

When you finally made it back to the conference room you only had three small coffees left and the box of pastries was significantly lighter. The pasty-bribes seemed to have been a hit.

“Alright,” you said as you handed Eric and Sabrina their drinks and shortbread cookies. Sabrina was smirking as she looked at your lips, which you really fucking hoped had returned to normal colouration. “Let’s hear the story.”

Eric took a moment to sip his coffee, taking a breath and letting it slowly. “OK. So, you guys saw everything at the park, right?”

“Yeah. It looked like Killjoy was pretty weirdly aggressive,” Sabrina said.

“She was,” Eric nodded. “It was like she was trying to judge if I was worthy of getting into bed with them, which I guess is fair or whatever, but the way she did it was wildly aggressive. They were both tipsy already but not drunk, just warmed up, and I guess that had Beth feeling good because she was all over me.”

“Beth, the roommate of the crazy chick you hooked up with?” you confirmed.

“Yeah. And… fuck, she’s a problem because she’s like… awesome,” Eric said. “But I’ll get to that. So Joy gets all in my face, interrogates me a bit demanding to know if I have herpes, acting like she’s a cop and trying to read my responses. Then she grabs my dick through my pants, muttering about not wanting to waste time with ‘a shrimp dick.’ Well, that’s not what she found so that worked out. Then Beth says she needs to get over herself, and Joy owes her one and this is the one she wants. I never did figure out what that meant. But basically the entire time I’m just there thinking, ‘Holy fuck, how is she not recognizing me?’ Like, Joy sat right here next to me for weeks. We had that stupid fucking ‘evaluation meeting’ or whatever. But she’s looking right at me and absolutely nothing. Then I wonder if her cracking her face on the doorframe gave her some major concussion or something and she lost her memory, but there are no other signs of something being off - and her nose is totally fine, by the way. She might have broken it but it’s completely back in place and looked healed to me. Not crooked or anything.”

“Lucky bitch,” Sabrina grunted.

“You want her nose to be fucked up?” you asked. “That would make things worse for the lawsuit.”

“I mean, no,” Sabrina said, then shrugged. “But also yes?”

You snorted and Eric chuckled. Then he continued. “So Beth makes Joy back off on her interrogation, and Joy says something like ‘Well, if I’m going to fuck him, I need another drink first.’ And Beth says she wants to get to know me a little better before she shoves her tongue down my throat and my dick up her butt - which, spoiler-warning, turns out she loves anal. So I got a threesome and anal last night.”

“Hey, you did even better than John,” Sabrina smirked.

“What?” Eric asked.

“Moving on,” you said quickly.

“We hooked up with someone last night too,” Sabrina said.

“Who?” Eric asked.

“A friend,” you said, shooting Sabrina a look.

Sabrina had the decency to blush, realising she was revealing too much again. Eric was your mutual friend, but he wasn’t that kind of friend to reveal Amanda’s secrets to.

“Dude,” Eric said, offering you a high five. That you couldn’t turn down, and you rolled your office chair down the table to accept it.

“So what happened next?” Sabrina asked.

“Next,” Eric said, “Was drinks.”

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