Trial, Recess, Discussions

The afternoon session of the trial plodded along at the same pace as the morning. Garrison was thorough in establishing the facts of the case, and without a jury to pander to it behoved him to take his time.

That didn’t make it any less dry.

When the afternoon recess was finally called, all four of you interns needed to stand and stretch. “Eric,” Sabrina said once you all filed out of the courtroom. “I need to talk to Gemma and John about something personal - could you give us a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Eric agreed. “I’ll hit the vending machine on the third floor again.”

He left you, and Sabrina led you and Gemma down to the first floor of the atrium so there wasn’t a chance of Garrison or one of the associates overhearing as they walked past you. Once you’d found a bench, Sabrina gestured for you and Gemma to sit while she remained standing.

“So, I have a request,” she said.

“Baby, I have a feeling-”

“Wait!” you hissed, your eyes going a little wide as you spotted someone through the crowd, currently walking up the ramp from the first to the second floor. You got up and grabbed a hand of each of them, practically dragging your girlfriends with you as you ducked out of the atrium and into one of the corridors leading deeper into the first floor of the building.

“John, what is going on?” Gemma asked once you stopped about fifteen yards in, now out of sight.

You blew out a breath and shook your head. What were the fucking chances?

“I saw a friend of ours,” you said. “I guess we aren’t his only legal situation. That idiot DeezChains guy was out there.”

“No fucking way,” Gemma said, turning and looking back out at the atrium.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sabrina sighed, shaking her head. “What are the chances?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” you said. “Look, sorry for just moving like that. The last thing we need is some sort of a confrontation with him, right?”

“No, it’s fine,” Gemma said. “Not that I wouldn’t mind putting him in his place again, but Garrison would be pissed.”

You turned to Sabrina. “I’m sorry, baby. What did you want to ask us?”

Sabrina took a breath and let it out, nodding to herself for a moment. “So, Alita could use a hand to get through her shitty lawsuit problem, and we can’t exactly offer her any help on the legal front. But, what I can do is help her with some cash - not charity, I don’t think she’d be comfortable with that. But, do you remember what we joked about that time you met her, John?”

“I do,” you said and blew out a breath.

“You want to see if she would film with you, so you can pay her,” Gemma guessed.

Sabrina nodded. “I’m asking permission to tell her my, um, ‘Of’ secret and offer to film with her. And I know this isn’t exactly what we’d talked about in terms of how we handle things, and maybe she’s too close to home literally right now, but she won’t be in just over a month, and Becks feels closer than she is.”

“Well, the first question is, do you think you can trust her?” Gemma asked.

“I think so,” Sabrina said. “Like, I don’t think she’d have a bad reaction or anything, and I don’t think she’d be all high and mighty and try to out me. But I also have no clue if she would actually do it or not. She makes some sexual jokes, but that might just be her humour.”

Gemma glanced at you. “Are you interested in doing that with her?”

You shrugged slightly, raising your hands but not sure what to do with them. “I… think she’s attractive, sure. And I think it’s a way to help her that won’t screw anything up for her or us if she’s into it. The real question is whether she is into it or not, and I guess we can’t figure that out until she’s asked.”

“Sorry for making this weird,” Sabrina said.

“No, baby, you’re not,” you assured her.

“Definitely not,” Gemma nodded. “This is exactly the kind of conversation we need to have about this stuff. Your timing could use some work though.”

Sabrina glanced around at the various people streaming in both directions through the busy corridor. “Yeah, OK, I can see that,” she chuckled. “So, I can at least open the door a little?”

“I say yes,” Gemma nodded. “Just be careful, baby.”

“Agreed,” you said.

“Thank you, guys,” Sabrina said and quickly hugged you both.

The three of you headed back up, cautiously to make sure you didn’t run into DeezChains, and you stopped to quickly text Eric as you realised he should probably be warned. He sent back a thumbs up, so nothing had gone wrong yet.

Back in the courtroom, you briefly considered warning Garrison that the man behind the Cease and Desist letters was in the building, but decided not to since he was prepping for the last stretch of the day. As things got started again, you had time to consider what Sabrina had asked for a little more.

Alita was attractive in a svelte sort of way, similar to Sabrina. She was thin, with a tanned complexion and a pretty face. From the two times you’d briefly talked to her she’d seemed to have a good sense of humour, and Sabrina was right that she didn’t shy away from some sexual innuendo or banter when it was appropriate. You thought that she’d probably be fun to fool around with, and now that she wasn’t in a relationship you didn’t need to stress about her ‘boyfriend in prison.’

You did worry about something else though - how would she feel about Sabrina offering her money for sex? That was what it basically was, at the end of the day. The thing with Becks had been more of Becks wanting to try out making a porno for the exhibitionist kink of it, not for the cash. She’d tried to turn down the cash at one point. But for Alita, it was being offered because it was a way to give her money. Technically it wasn’t prostitution, but it was close enough that you could see someone taking it that way.

But it wasn’t a conversation you needed to have, and you trusted Sabrina to be able to thread the needle. For all that she was your horny little slut of a girlfriend, she was also still the bright, charming, intelligent woman you’d been crushing on and working with at the start of the summer. When she had the conversation, she would do it right.

The real problem you had now, however, was that you were sitting in the courtroom and had another couple of hours to go, and you’d gone and started thinking about sex.

You sighed, and both of your girlfriends glanced at you, then glanced at each other, and then smiled knowingly. That made you grin a little and roll your eyes. Sometimes it was like they could read your mind.

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