The Victors Ride Into Rome

“Good morning, Champs.”

Gemma and Sabrina both laughed, and you couldn’t help smirking a bit and chuckling at Becks. Coming back to the office on Wednesday morning was a little bit of a letdown after going to the old historic courthouse for the mock trial, but the highlight was definitely Becks' welcoming smile and the glimmer in her eye. She was dressed in one of her regular, perfectly professional business outfits - just a little bit of cleavage, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her makeup done immaculately.

All it did was make you think of her ‘Miss Lusty’ persona. She was a damn hot secretary.

“I think we’re just winners, not Champs, babe,” Gemma said as the three of you stopped in front of Becks’ desk. “Champs implies there was a trophy, or at least a tournament or something.”

“Ouch,” Becks said, making a playfully dramatic face. “I guess I’m not a good enough trophy then?”

“Gemma,” Sabrina scoffed, playing into it. “How could you say that to Becks?”

“Bitch, you were already our trophy,” Gemma smirked. “We’re still good for, ah, ‘drinks’ tonight, right?”

Becks let the overdramatic injured expression she was giving drop, switching back to that lascivious smile as she nodded. “Absolutely. Is your other trophy still coming, too?”

“She confirmed last night,” you said. In between bouts of sex you and the girls had texted with Tasha to let her know it was going to be a victory party. A few sexy pictures had been exchanged, but it had mostly been flirting. You would have continued that morning except the three of you had woken up a little late and been in a rush, and Tasha was probably still asleep since she didn’t start work as early. “She’s excited. You’re still good with-” you glanced around to make sure the lobby was empty, “-’sharing trophy space’ with another, uh, trophy?”

Becks snorted softly at the ever-more-awkward innuendo. “Yes, I’m good with it,” she said. “Honestly, playing with you guys has got me more… open to similar trophies.” Then she lowered her voice to a whisper, leaning forward. “I’m very excited for tonight, Daddy.”

Sabrina covered her mouth to stop from giggling, and Gemma’s grin could have split her face. You just sighed, playing up your frustration with the whole ‘Daddy’ thing more than you actually felt it - after a few months of it, you’d kind of gotten used to it. And having a woman like Becks, let alone Sabrina or Gemma, calling you ‘Daddy’ in a sexy way was a turn-on, especially considering what it implied.

“I’m looking forward to it too,” you said, then dropped your own voice. “Miss Lusty.”

Becks stuck her tongue out at you playfully, then after a glance around she smirked and then did the universal sign for a blowjob.

The three of you wished her a good morning, and she grumbled about needing to go change thongs in the bathroom after the dirty talk, which left the three of you laughing as you got on the elevator. You were about to press the button to head up when you realised that someone needed to do the coffee run that morning. Gemma and Sabrina made the executive decision to go together, sending you up to hold down the fort, so you rode the elevator alone.

There were already a few of the associates around on your floor of the firm, and two of them called out their congratulations to you. That put a new smile on your face and a bit of a pep in your step, and you found Eric in the conference room already.

“What up,” he said, looking up from his laptop. “We have a massive backlog of work.”

“What?” you asked, circling around to your spot at the table. “We had it mostly cleared on Friday.”

“Yeah, well, apparently the prize for doing a good job around here is more work,” Eric sighed. “Either that or we’re picking up the slack for everyone who came to watch or some shit like that. Doesn’t exactly seem fair.”

You logged onto your computer and checked the portal most of your work got passed through and groaned. Eric wasn’t wrong.

“Fuck,” you sighed.

“Guess we’re still putting in late nights,” he grimaced.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “But not as late as before. We’ll work through dinner and then call it.” There was no way you were cancelling your plans with Becks and Tasha that night, or Amanda and Maeve the next.

“Works for me,” he shrugged.

“Did you end up telling Casey about the win yesterday?” you asked. “Or did you go out?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Dude, I crashed hard when I got home and slept for a couple of hours. I did tell her about the win though, and she sent me this super hot pic congratulating me but it was over Snapchat so I can’t show you.”

“Eric,” you sighed. “You shouldn’t be showing me that stuff anyway. It’s from her to you, and you guys are dating. You need to stop doing that.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Eric said, waving you off. “Anything she sends me via text is fine for me to share. She likes to know I’m showing her off. The stuff she doesn’t want to be shown around she keeps to Snapchat. But dude, it was so fucking hot.”

“Well, OK,” you said, not sharing your concern for him that if she was fine with sexy pics of her getting shown around then Eric might not be the only one receiving them. You still didn’t really get the dynamic of his long-distance relationship with this podcast producer girl yet. “Gemma and Sabrina are doing the coffee run, so let's see if we can at least put a start into this fucking list, yeah?”

“Shit, I forgot about that,” Eric said. “Was it my day today?”

“I honestly can’t remember, but they’ve got it,” you said.

“Can you ask them to get us some doughnuts?”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because your girlfriends kind of scare me sometimes,” Eric said. “Even if we are friends.”

You chuckled and shook your head. The girls would get a kick out of that.

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