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“Oh, shitshitshit, there they are!” Sabrina whispered. She had one hand clawing your knee and another grabbing Amanda’s as the three of you sat on the bench. Eric had been waiting for about ten minutes when the ‘roommate’ girl and Joy came wandering up one of the streets nearby.

“They even walk like bitches,” Amanda said and then chuckled.

You snorted and shook your head, but couldn’t stop watching either. Joy and her… friend? Acquaintance? They stopped at the corner, waiting for the light. You raised Sabrina’s phone, zooming in and taking a series of pictures, following them as they crossed the street. They were dressed in the same dresses as in the picture they’d sent to Eric, and were done up for a night out drinking.

Eric stood and walked towards them, though he was facing away from you so you couldn’t see his face. The blonde seemed legitimately excited to see him, breaking into a grin and walking a little fast, pulling ahead of Joy, and she flirtatiously hugged Eric and kissed him on the cheek. Joy had a look on her face that was judgemental, but you were pretty sure she wasn’t showing signs of recognition.

The blonde was talking, and Joy muttered something. Eric was talking and gesturing. The blonde touched his arm flirtatiously. Eric played a hand through his hair. Joy got a look on her face.

“There’s no fucking way she doesn’t recognize him,” you murmured, still taking pictures.

“I honestly expected her to slap him or something,” Sabrina said. “I mean, it hasn’t even been that long since she got the boot from the office.”

“I feel like I’m watching a car crash about to happen, but the car spinning through the air might actually land on its tires,” Amanda said.

Joy said something else. Eric asked a question. The blonde grinned and pulled Joy towards her and then kissed Joy, with tongue, before grinning at Eric again and winking.

“Holy shit, he might actually get laid,” Sabrina murmured.

Joy asked a question, Eric answered, and then Joy moved forward and grabbed his crotch. Eric half turned at that, and you thanked the heavens because you got a clear shot of Joy’s hand grabbing Eric’s junk, and her kissing him.

“Boom goes the dynamite,” you said.

“What?” Amanda chuckled.

“Money shot,” you said.

Whatever she felt, Joy must have approved because the blonde plastered herself to Eric’s side and kissed him again, and then the three of them started walking off.

“And thus the wild Eric has been seduced, to be led away for a night of passion before his head is cracked open and devoured as all praying mantis females are wont to do,” Sabrina said in a terrible British nature documentary voice.

“I am honestly shocked at this development,” you said, lowering the phone and shaking your head. “Eric is gonna go have a threesome with that cute blonde and Joy.”

“And we just got evidence to help refute her claims of lasting harm,” Sabrina grinned, accepting her phone from you. “I’m gonna email them to my lawyer right now, and give her better versions when I can.”

“So what now?” Amanda asked. “Do we follow them or what?”

“Now we can go for drinks,” Sabrina said, typing on her phone. You noticed she sent a few pictures to Gemma in your WhatsApp group as well. “Unless of course you want to just head to my place so we can fuck.”

Amanda blushed so fucking cutely. “Let’s go for drinks,” she said, nervously playing with her hair. Then she hesitated. “One drink.”

“One drink it is,” Sabrina grinned, standing up and offering the other girl a hand. “But it’ll cost you.”

“Cost me what?” Amanda asked as she accepted the help standing.

“John got a kiss but I didn’t,” Sabrina smirked, raising an eyebrow.

Amanda chuckled in her chest and glanced around, then leaned in and kissed Sabrina sweetly on the lips. It wasn’t as naughty as the one you’d shared with her, but it wasn’t a peck either.

“Mmm, perfect,” Sabrina grinned. Then she looped her arm through yours and took Amanda’s hand on her other side, making you wonder if she was protecting Gemma’s spot by putting herself in the middle. “Come on. Let’s get that drink.”

The discussion of how to broach the OnlyFans thing with Amanda had been a distraction topic between you and Sabrina since Gemma had left. If you were alone and trying not to feel sad over Gemma leaving, you were workshopping what to say.

Part of the issue was the awkwardness of it. Amanda was in a similar but different position than Sabrina had been - she wasn’t ‘hiding’ her identity, she was just using a different name. She had to be aware she had a possibility of being recognized and approached, while Sabrina had been fairly certain she was anonymous.

Another part of the issue was trying to learn from previous mistakes. Your approach with Sabrina had at least been an attempt at soft, but you’d drawn out the important details a little too much. Been too soft, which had given her time to let panic set in. Trying to figure out a way to broach the subject without making Amanda go through the same thing was your biggest concern.

Then, of course, there were Sabrina’s thoughts on the subject.

“Aren’t you concerned that she’s going to, like, eat him alive or something?” Amanda was asking, referring back to Joy and Eric.

“As a one-time thing, he might enjoy it,” you said. “He also mentioned ‘hate-fucking’ but I honestly don’t know if he actually has that in him or not.”

“After not being recognized by her?” Sabrina cut in. “I think he could manage it. Speaking of stuff we didn’t think we had in us, by the way - Amanda, babe, John and I fuck on camera for OnlyFans and we realised that you’re making content too. Want to talk about it?”

Based on the wide-eyed look and the way Amanda froze in her seat, you were pretty sure Sabrina’s method hadn’t been any smoother than your own.

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