Horrible, Awful, Hopeful Opportunity

You had to pick yourself up off the floor as Eric and Sabrina were laughing.

“Way to commit to the bit,” Eric said.

“It wasn’t a bit,” you said. “That was pure shock.”

“Are you OK, baby?” Sabrina asked. She was a lot more free with the endearing names when it was just Eric around at the end of the day.

You rolled your neck, shook out your arm and then nodded. “Yeah. Fuck, Eric, there’s no way she knows it’s you that her friend is propositioning, right?”

“That or it’s a fucking trap,” Eric said.

“Or, and I’m just throwing this out there because she’s that conceited - she doesn’t remember you,” Sabrina said.

“There’s no way,” Eric said, then hesitated. “Well… It is Killjoy.”

“Let me see the picture again,” she said, gesturing for the phone.

You ended up going down to grab dinner - it was Italian and smelled fucking heavenly. Back up in the conference room Sabrina and Eric had decided that, whether Joy remembered him or not, he couldn’t risk going through with it no matter how satisfying it might be to have hate sex with her and experience his first threesome.

“How am I going from getting three offers for sex, to not getting laid tonight?” he groaned before biting into his garlic bread.

“Oh, just call Lucy if you’re feeling that hard up,” Sabrina waved him off. “It’s still not a good idea, but at least you won’t get axe-murdered or potentially sued. Which, by the way John, it looks like she’s already recovered from breaking her nose. She doesn’t even have swelling anymore.”

“OK, hold on,” you said. “Doesn’t that mean that she has way less of a claim in the suit?”

Eric and Sabrina were silent for a long moment.

“Holy shit,” Sabrina said.

“You’ve got her dead to rights!” Eric crowed excitedly.

“Not dead to rights,” you said. “But have you said No yet, Eric?”

“She knows I’m working so I haven’t responded yet,” he said.

“Try to get Joy’s name somehow so we can confirm it’s her in the picture. We’ll need to dump your text log to use as evidence, but then we can tie the picture to Joy, and the timestamp, and confirm that not only is she not as injured as she claims but that it’s not impacting her lifestyle.”

“...I don’t know if I’m entirely comfortable having my texts splayed out as evidence for a lawsuit,” Eric said. “I’ve got private stuff in here.”

“You wouldn’t do it for me, Eric?” Sabrina asked, giving him a big-eyed puppy dog look. She got just the right amount of lower lip tremble in there.

Eric screwed up his face. “I mean…”

“Actually,” you said. “What if you can fuck Joy and fuck her over? If you go meet them, we could follow and take pictures of her out and partying from afar. Then if she doesn’t recognize you, you could have your **** sex threesome if that’s what you want.”

Eric was obviously tempted. He wavered. He glanced at Sabrina, who was still giving him that pleading face. Then back at you. “It would be a pretty fantastic way to round out the summer.”

“This is such a bad idea, you two,” Gemma said. She’d landed in Sydney and had a three-hour layover before her flight to Adelaide to visit her family before heading back to school in Melbourne. She was hooked up to the airport Wifi and calling you over WhatsApp to get the full story.

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” Sabrina said. “Just not great.”

Gemma sighed and glanced around on the other end of the video call. The airport didn’t seem super busy, but she was trying her best not to say things that other people would overhear and think were weird. “Eric really agreed to it?”

“Eric has come through with us so many times this summer I feel like we owe him a present as much as Garrison,” you said.

“Oh, Amanda’s coming,” Sabrina said. “We should go. Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, love. And be careful!”

“Love you, Gemma,” you said. “Get home safe.”

“You too, John. Keep Sabrina out of trouble, love.”

You hung up the call, and you stood and waved to Amanda.

Your spy position was on a bench maybe fifty yards down one of the big park promenade walkways near the bar district. The plan had been to meet Amanda near here anyway, so when Sabrina had texted that you were on a ‘secret mission’ that she could come join the busty girl had been happy to switch up plans a little.

“Hey, you guys,” Amanda grinned as she approached. Sabrina opened her arms and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek, and then you hugged Amanda as well, the feel of her massive tits squashing against you giving you an immediate chub. She was dressed in a black button-down top that was only straining a little to hold in her bust and a pair of tight black pants along with bright red heels.

“Girl, please,” Sabrina said. “You and I both know you want to kiss him, so kiss him.”

Amanda blushed a little and chuckled, looking up at you. “Is that alright?”

You answered by leaning down and kissing her on the lips, and she immediately started kissing you back and was receptive to just a touch of tongue teasing. You let a hand slide from her hip to her ass, giving it a playful squeeze that made her humm her approval against your lips. When you pulled away she was grinning. “OK,” she said. “That was a way better hello than just a hug. Now what ‘spy mission’ are we on?”

“Grab a seat,” Sabrina said. “I can’t remember everything you know, so down there standing by the bench is Eric…”

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