Post-Secting Business

‘Thanks for agreeing to help with that,’ Maeve texted you, ending the roleplay. Sabrina must have told her that you were done working like she’d said she would. You were still in the conference room, the halls out in the office already having gotten quiet as at least half the staff headed out on time for the day. That wink from Sabrina had you worried about the other half who were working late though.

‘My pleasure, Maeve,’ you sent her back. ‘Also my pain, because I’m rock hard and can’t do anything about it just yet.’

‘I’d take care of it for you if I could,’ she replied. ‘Where do you want your cut sent?’

That made you stop and blink. ‘My cut?’ you asked.

‘Of what our little show brought in. You participated, you should get a cut. I was thinking 15% since I was the one showing nudes and managing everything. But there’s also a tip that’s supposed to go to you.’

“Uuuuuhmmm,” you said out loud, staring down at your phone and not sure what to do with this.

‘I don’t need a cut, Maeve. I really was just happy to help.’

‘John, you are being honourable since we didn’t have a contract, but I take this seriously,’ she replied. ‘You provided a service today, and deserve to be compensated. If I could ACTUALLY pay you back sexually right now I would, but even then I would still pay you out your cut.’

You groaned, shaking your head. ‘I don’t know how I feel about taking money from your pay pigs.’

Then she sent you a screenshot of a PayPal payment pending a recipient for $12,773 USD. ‘15% plus a £5k tip because one of the pay pigs wants you to fly first class here to satisfy my needs. Don’t be daft, John.’

Twelve thousand dollars - almost thirteen - for three hours of sexting where you hadn’t even been sending pictures back to her.

You knew the math and budgeting behind Sabrina’s business. She was making much more than this in a month now, and you were helping with that with the clear agreement that you were benefiting in the future from it. There was no contract between the two of you because of your relationship; which was fucking stupid from a legal perspective. But over $12,000 would go a long way to subsidizing the expenses you’d racked up over the summer dating two girls while living in the city on internship pay - you weren’t broke but you were definitely a college student, even with Sabrina often playing ‘Sugar Momma’ for you and Gemma.

‘I know you can’t fly out here any time soon, you don’t need to worry about that,’ Maeve sent when you didn’t respond quickly.

You sighed and shook your head, then sent her your email address for your PayPal.

‘Good boy,’ she replied, then quickly typed another message. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to treat you like one of them. Thank you for understanding my position.’

‘I appreciate you, Maeve. Thank you.’

“Still texting her?” Sabrina asked, making you jump in your seat because you’d been so engrossed in your phone that you hadn’t heard her approach the door to the conference room.

“Yeah, but not the same content,” you said.

Your girlfriend gave you a curious look and you slid your phone across the table to her. She nabbed it and scanned the conversation, starting to smirk and then snorting and glancing up. “You manwhore.”

That made you chuckle and roll your eyes, and then your phone vibrated in her hand as another text came in.

“She says you’re welcome, and that she’s going to go fuck herself with the dildo now,” Sabrina said quietly so no one could overhear, grinning with her eyes. “God, if she made that much off of 3 hours, maybe I should ask to see the screenshots she sent to those guys. I could offer side content for people who want that extra teasing experience.”

You shrugged broadly. “I’ve got no clue if that would work or not, but it might be worth a shot.”

She came around the conference table, sitting down on it next to you and handing your phone back. “Feel weird?” she guessed.

“Sort of,” you nodded.

“Still got a boner?”

“Not until she mentioned what she was going to go do now,” you mumbled.

Sabrina snorted and smirked, then shut your laptop for you. “Come on,” she said. “We need to get you taken care of.”

That made you sigh. “What does that mean? It’s our last week, I’d rather not take any more risks and ruin things at the finish line.”

“It’ll be fine,” she said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. “I promise.”

“Hey, Mister Boss,” Becks said as you entered the little meeting room on the first floor of the building. It wasn’t the same one that you, Sabrina and Gemma had used earlier in the summer when things had still been up in the air with how you were going to handle your not-yet-relationship (if only you could have known how wild things would get back then), but you thought it might have been the one where the three of you had written the mock LSATs when Garrison started taking your mentorship seriously.

And Becks was sitting up on the front of the bare desk, facing the door. Her blouse was open to her belly button, her cleavage looking fantastic in a black lace bra. As Sabrina shut the door behind you, Becks uncrossed her legs, flashing you her pantyless crotch, and crossed them again. Her warm, tan legs were clad in thigh-high stockings that ended under her skirt.

You gulped.

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