Explosive Morning, Boring Day... But AFTER work...

Despite the fact that the news about Joy was nothing short of fucking fantastic, there was still the looming issue of Sabrina being named in the Bellagamba lawsuit. The end of the ‘mediation meeting’ solidified that, at least for now, it wasn’t going to get dropped. That meant that Sabrina’s new lawyer Lydia was going to finish up the response and file it with the courts.

It was almost lunch when Sabrina finished telling her story of the meeting, so the four of you cut off a few minutes early and all headed to the sub shop down the street. Becks was busy with someone on your way out, but when you were coming back she was available and you all stopped to thank her for her heads up.

That was when you had the pleasure of witnessing Eric make the realisation that maybe he should have been buying her coffee on the coffee runs. Better late than never, you guessed, but he’d missed out on a summer of being on her good side.

Of course, you’d needed the prompting as well so you couldn’t blame him for not realising.

The afternoon ended up being a slow slog of work without any interruptions, and things settled quickly into the regular routine of light banter that had made the room a nice (if not exciting) place to work way back at the start of your internship. Gemma and Sabrina were both so vibrant, and Eric was back on the dating apps already. The only thing missing was Andy fighting off the urge to take an afternoon nap - you were still shocked by the dramatic change the last time you’d talked to him, and you had to wonder what his future was going to look like. Would his wealthy family whip him into shape permanently, or would he end up crashing and burning again?

Garrison stopped by again at the end of the regular work day, checking in and confirming that Gemma’s last day was going to be Wednesday morning. Then he left you to it, and the four of you kept working until the ‘mystery dinner’ showed up at six, this time a classic Southern BBQ array of food that left all of you groaning in delight. After another hour of work, and picking at the last of the biscuits, you called it an evening and headed out.

Eric headed down the street first, thankfully reading the room (or sidewalk) and not lingering.

“Have fun you guys,” Sabrina said, going on her toes to give you a goodnight kiss.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this, love?” Gemma asked, taking Sabrina’s hands and looking her in the eyes again. “We can make it just us if that’s what you want.”

“What I want is for you to get every experience you can, baby,” Sabrina said with a soft, if a little sad, smile. “And you two and Becca have had your thing growing over time. Tomorrow we’re having your goodbye dinner with our friends, and then John and I are going to love on you. I can handle one night where you get what you want. I’m sure.”

“Thanks, love,” Gemma said, pulling the brunette tight to her in a fierce hug. You joined on the other side, sandwiching Sabrina between the two of you for a moment. Then, after another couple of kisses, Sabrina headed off down towards the bus stop - part of you wanted to go wait with her, but you were headed in the opposite direction.

“So, how do you want to do this?” you asked Gemma once you were walking the couple of blocks over to the stop that was on her line.

“You mean how are we seducing Becca into our bed?” Gemma asked with a smirk. “I really don’t think it’s going to be that hard.”

“What about Charlotte?”

“She’s away tonight and tomorrow,” Gemma said. “I’ll say goodbye to her Wednesday. Becca is all ours.”

“And Lucy?” you asked dubiously.

“I don’t give a fuck if she hears us or not,” Gemma scoffed. “Unless you care?”

You hesitated a moment - for all that had gone on between you and Lucy, and how she was such a bitch, you weren’t trying to antagonise her. On the other hand, she had been pretty fucking nasty. “I don’t,” you said. “We should just keep the, ah, activities in a bedroom. With the doors closed. I wouldn’t necessarily put it past her to do some **** porn thing or something.”

“Ugh, good point,” Gemma grimaced. “Alright. We keep it in the bedrooms mostly. As for Becca, here’s what I’m thinking…”

You and Gemma entered the apartment, kicking off your shoes at the front door and moving quietly out of the entry vestibule. A quick glance in the kitchen showed Becca wasn’t there, but then you found her in the living room lying on the couch and watching some sort of anime on her tablet with headphones plugged in. The two of you stepped forward, entering her field of vision, and she blinked in surprise then grinned as she tapped to pause her show. “Hey, you guys,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting-”

“Stand up,” Gemma said sternly.

“What?” Becca asked.

Gemma raised an eyebrow imperiously. “I said, Becca-Slut, that you need to stand up.”

Becca blinked, and then swallowed, her eyes glancing back and forth between you and Gemma. You’d always found her attractive in a quirky, alternative way. Her short hair cut into a long top and fade, her pretty eyes and lips marking her as feminine despite the boyish haircut. Her just slightly stocky build and how she dressed like a tomboy casually but could dress up and look stunning in a dress. Tonight she was lounging in a simple pair of cotton shorts and a tank top.

She stood, setting her tablet aside as she focused on Gemma. They were of equal height. Once she was standing, Becca took a long breath and let it out slowly. “What now?” she asked.

“Now, I think you need to be punished, Becca-Slut,” Gemma said, taking on the dominant role like she was born to it. “For all the teasing, and slutty exhibitionism, and horny voyeurism. Do you think you’ve earned a thorough punishment?”

Becca licked her lip. Based on what you knew, she was the dominant when it came to her and Charlotte.

“I think I have,” Becca said. “Mistress Gemma. Please punish me.”

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