The OnlyFans Girl, Part 7 (MF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 31-35 are presented here.*

**Chapter 31**

Sabrina didn’t even get her shorts and thong past her knees before you were kneeling in front of her. You grabbed her legs and tilted her back, and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed. She spread her legs the little bit she could, but you didn’t need it. Her cunt, flushed with arousal and wet enough to have left a spot on her thong, was pushed out between her thighs.

You devoured her. That was the only way you could describe it. You buried your face between those smooth little lips, driving your tongue into her, tasting as much of her as you could.

“Ooooohh, John! Fuck, I’m going to cum so fast. Fuck, fuck!” Sabrina moaned. Her leg was already twitching. “Fuck, you weren’t supposed to- Fuck!”

You slid your middle finger into her, palm up so you could make that ‘come hither’ motion that pron talks about so much, and wrapped your lips around her clit hood and danced your tongue in light flicks.

That pushed Sabrina over the edge, and she grabbed her legs, still trapped in her shorts, and pulled them back to her chest as she started bouncing while she came.

You kept fingering her, but she was tight and you didn’t want to force a second finger in her while she was coming, so instead to did something else that you’d been dreaming about while you watched her OnlyFans. You lowed down and you probed your tongue against her ass. Immediately she clenched, another spasm of orgasm, and then she rolled away, panting hard.

“N- no, no,” she hummed, shaking her head. “Too much, too much.”

She panted, and you fell back on your butt on the floor of your bedroom, just staring at her bare ass above you.

Eventually, she sat up, a hazy grin on her face. “I was just supposed to be relieving the pressure for you, mister.”

“Well I wasn’t going to just leave you hanging,” you said.

“Yeah, but now you’ve got my pussy all over your face,” Sabrina said. “We’re going to need to teach you some technique, cause that was a Wow out of 10 for enthusiasm, but we don’t need you getting quite so messy every time.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re one to talk about getting messy,” you laughed.

Sabrina looked down at herself and started to laugh as well. Her chest was covered in smeared cum, along with her thighs and knees from her pulling her legs back into her. “Oh my god, I’m going to need a shower,” she laughed. “What time is it?”

You glanced at the clock. “6:30,” you said.

“How long does it take to get to the arcade bar?” she asked.

“Um, forty-five minutes by transit,” you said.

“OK, we have plenty of time,” she said. She stood up and kicked off her shorts, then picked up her thong and stuffed it under my pillow. “That’s for you.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, with a playful smile. “Now when you jerk off to my videos, you can pull that out and give it a sniff to remind yourself how wet I get for you.”

“Fuck,” I laughed.

“Alright, take me to the shower,” Sabrina said. “I need to wash off, and you need to wash your face. Then I’ll style your hair.”

We ended up both dressed in pairs of my athletics shorts and t-shirts, Sabrina cinching the waist of my shorts as far as she could to keep them on her slender hips. I opened the door to my room and peeked out, then looked back at Sabrina. “Alright, I don’t hear anything, my roommate must have gone out or is in his room. The shower is across the apartment.”

I lead Sabrina out, down the little hall, and then started crossing the living area when a loud clapping started.

Mosche stood from his seat in front of the TV, which was muted, giving us a one-man standing ovation. “Bravo. Bravo! Bravissimo!” he called.

I didn’t know what to say, blushing hard, but Sabrina just laughed and bowed. “Why thank you. It was quite a performance, I know.”

“I’m Mosche by the way, since my heathen roommate didn’t introduce me earlier,” he said.

“I’m Sabrina,” she replied. “And we’re going to go take a shower.”

“Niiice,” Mosche nodded, sitting back down. “Hey, John. She’s pretty hot. Sabrina what do you think of standup? You a fan?”

“Um, sort of I guess?” Sabrina said.

I groaned internally.

“Really? That’s awesome!” Mosche looked abso-fucking-lutely delighted. “Get John to bring you to one of my open night mics, yeah? I need all the support I can get.”

“Oh, cool, yeah,” Sabrina nodded. “I’ll do that.”

“Sweet,” Mosche said, grinning. “OK, you two kids go have fun fucking in the shower. Careful though, I hear water hurts the lubrication. You don’t want to get chaffed.”

“Mosche, you’re a fucking animal,” you laughed.

We started heading for the washroom again, and Mosche called after us. “Oh, but if you pop, don’t shoot it down the drain, yeah? Last year we got in trouble because the drain kept backing up, and the super yelled at us cause apparently we’d all been masturbating in the shower and we clogged it. Pipes aren’t built for that, man!”

You just gave him a thumbs up and got to the washroom, closing the door, as Sabrina laughed her ass off.

“So now you’ve met Mosche,” you said with a sad, helpless grin.

“Yes, I definitely have,” Sabrina nodded.

**Chapter 32**

The thing about watching Sabrina in the shower, live and in person, was it was just way better than watching a video of her doing it. In-person, first off, you could see her full face. She always kept her face out of frame on her OnlyFans videos, and now you could not only watch her facial expressions, but she would look right back at you, making eye contact as she smirked or giggled.

Then there was the fact that we could interact.

“You know, the whole idea here was that I would take the edge off for you,” Sabrina said. She had her long, dark brown hair pulled up and back with a hair tie to keep it out of the water and she was currently soaping up her chest with your body wash. “I can see you getting hard in your shorts again, John. Maybe you should stop watching me wash your cum off.”

“Do you really think I could tear my eyes away from you if I tried?” you asked.

“Probably not, you *are* a horny pervert,” she laughed. She shifted, moving her soapy tits under the spray of the water, and you stopped brushing your teeth to watch. It was god damn mesmerizing, the water and soap pouring over her lithe body, battering her fair skin and hard, pokey nipples.

“John! Keep getting ready,” she laughed, turning her back to you. “No more show for you.”

“If you think your ass is any less gorgeous, I’ve got some bad news for you,” you chuckled, and reached into the shower and gave her butt cheek a pinch.

“Ah!” she gasped, hopping away from you and then turning and glaring. “I think that would be considered sexual harassment, Mister.”

“Maybe if I did it in the office,” you replied. “But you’d probably like it.”

“I would. As long as no one caught us,” Sabrina grinned slyly.

She continued washing, moving on to her thighs where she’d accidentally smeared more of your cum.

You busied yourself – you had already washed your face to get her juices off of you, and you finished brushing your teeth and rinsed. When you turned back to Sabrina she was shutting off the shower.

“Towel, please?” she asked.

You grabbed your towel from the rack – only two hanging there, and you really hoped Mosche just used his own but suspected he might use yours indiscriminately – and opened it up for Sabrina to step into.

She did, with a sweet and warm smile, and you bundled her up and hugged her to you.

“Mmm, what’s with the royal treatment?” she asked.

You held her for a long moment, putting your chin on her dry head as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. “What are you saying,” you asked. “You’ve never had a boy toy want to wash you, dry you and let you give him a makeover before?”

Sabrina blushed, and you felt her push her ass back against your hard cock in your shorts. “No, actually. I mean, I had a couple of showers with my ex that had some hanky panky, but we always dried ourselves off.”

“Well, let me have my fun,” you said, and started to rub my towel all over her, starting from the top and working down.

She let you, watching you in the mirror or looking down as you knelt and rubbed down her waist, and her little booty, and carefully between her legs, then further down her thin thighs and calves, all the way to picking up her feet and drying them as well.

“I need to come shower over here more often,” she sighed.

“Whenever you want,” you said.

“Alright, well now it’s my turn to pamper you,” she said. “Show what hair products you have, and sit on the toilet so I can reach you without killing myself.”

You laughed and showed her your meagre collection of hair products, then sat. She took a couple of minutes to read each product, something you might have actually never done, and then she picked two and your comb and stood in front of you. She hadn’t bothered getting dressed, so as she lifted her hands and slid them through your hair you were staring at her from her naked chest with her perky little boobs, down her slim waist to the exclamation point of her pubic hair and her warmly pink outer lips.

She talked to you sometimes about your hair, sometimes humming to herself. You made small talk, the same kind of little banter that used to be part of your lunches in the Intern conference room at work. The feeling of Sabrina’s fingers in your hair was wonderful, and the pure sexuality of having her naked with you started to diminish just a little into a warmer comfortability as she turned your head this way and then that.

Then things got a little more painful as she found your tweezers and went to work, cleaning up your eyebrows. Your eyes watered as she ruthlessly plucked on the inside and outside, feeling every little hair, but then she was done and she laughed at the expression on your face and pulled it forward into a hug that put you right between her little tits.

“I think that’s it,” Sabrina said, standing back and looking over your head. “We’ve done as much as we can. We’ll just have to hope that it’s enough.”

“Wow, ouch,” you said, making her giggle.

“Just one last thing, I think,” Sabrina said.

“I thought you said we were done?” you asked.

“With the makeover,” she said. “Not with this.” She groped the front of your shorts, running her hand along your hard cock again. “Stand up.”

You did, and she got on her knees on the bath mat and lowered your shorts before looking up at you as she grasped your cock in her hand. “No funny stuff this time,” she said. “Just come in my mouth, we need to get you out for your date.”

“Yes, mommy,” you joked.

“Mmm, mommy thinks daddy needs some relief,” Sabrina smirked.

And she certainly gave you that.

**Chapter 33**

Sabrina left the apartment, having re-dressed in your room in her own clothes.

“Dude. Duuuude,” Mosche said. “That girl was so fuckin’ hot, and she was totally into coming to a show. Does she have hot friends? Do you think you could, like, bring her and a whole bunch of them?”

You were both standing in the kitchen of the apartment now, as you were taking a quick drink of water before heading out and Mosche was just sort of there.

“I mean, if she wants to I’ll bring her to one,” you said. “But Sabrina and I go to the same college, man. I don’t think she knows many people here in the city.”

“Oh, well that’s kind of a bummer,” Mosche said, deflating a bit as his shoulders slumped. “I mean, one more fan would be great, but…”

“But you were hoping she might set you up with a ‘hot friend.’” you finished for him.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he sighed. “I mean – and I’m not trying to be rude or anything, dude – but when she walked across the apartment in just your towel? That was really hot.”

You smirked and shook your head. “That was all her idea, my dude.” It had been kind of cute, Sabrina playing with the idea first. Your shirt and shorts she’d worn from your room to the washroom had gotten cum on the inside, so she hadn’t wanted to put them back on after showering. Considering Sabrina got naked and toyed with herself semi-professionally on the internet, watching her get nervous over being naked under a towel in front of one guy had put a smile on your face.

“Anyways,” you continued, “I gotta get out of here. I’ve got a date.”

Mosche got a confused look. “Wait, what? You two were just fucking. Well, I assume you were, but like, come on that’s a pretty good assumption. Is this like a breakfast-for-dinner kind of thing? Fuck first, date after?”

Fuck, you thought. Now you were going to have to try and explain this. “No, I’m- the date is with someone else. Sabrina coming over was her idea – she picked out my outfit and, ah, relieved some tension so I’d be relaxed.”

Mosche stood there with his mouth agape, his eyes blinking behind his big glasses as he tried to comprehend what I was saying.

“I know, dude. I know,” you said. “It’s-”

“Do you think she’d do that for me sometime?” Mosche asked.

“Fuck no,” you said, then hesitated as you realized how mean that sounded, and also that you weren’t saying it because you were sure Sabrina wouldn’t. You were saying it because you were jealous of the thought. “I mean, dude, I’m sorry that came out like that,” you quickly followed up. “Sabrina and I, we’ve kind of got this… connection thing going on. She’s made it pretty clear that we’re friends with benefits, and that she’s not looking for anything more – from me, or in terms of numbers.”

“Oh, uh, alright,” Mosche shrugged. “But if you’re so, like, into her, what’s with the date with another chick? Tinder date or something?”

“We, ah, we all sort of work together?” you said.

Mosche took that one in and processed it while nodding. “So what I’m hearing is that you might not be able to make rent next month because you’ll be looking for a new job. Dude! You are playing with fucking fire.”

You really were. But the fire was so hot. *Wait, the metaphor is actually so good it doesn’t work.*

“I promise I’ll have rent,” you said, fairly certain. “And it’s complicated but… I think it can work.”

Mosche just threw his hands up in the air and walked out of the kitchen. “You work as an intern and I’m a standup comic, and somehow you’ve got multiple hot babes and I’ve got none. What even is this life?” Then he stuck his head back in the room. “Hey, how late do you think you’ll be? I was gonna try that tantric thing again…”

– – – – –

You’d been standing outside the License to Liquor for about ten minutes when the uber pulled up front. The arcade bar’s logo was a spinoff of an old James Bond photo – you were pretty sure it was Sean Connery – with the ‘o’ of Liquor as the barrel of his classic pistol.

Gemma stepped out of the uber, and you stepped forward and took her hand to help her up. She was stunning. Her platinum blonde hair was loose and flowing in waves down past her shoulders, and she smiled broadly as you helped her. She was wearing a summer dress, yellow with floral print all over it, that showed off her chest and cleavage like you’d never seen before. Gemma was fucking stacked! The spaghetti straps left most of her shoulders bare, showing off her bra straps, and the dress itself came down to just above her knees in a flowy skirt. Then you noticed her vibrant blue heels, the same colour as a lot of the flowers on the dress. They had to have been at least three-inch heels, and she was standing almost the same height as you.

“Wow,” you said, and pulled her into a hug that she accepted with a smile. “Gem, you look so beautiful.”

“Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself, handsome.”

“This is for you,” you said, holding out a single yellow African daisy that you’d had the time to stop for at a shop two blocks over.

“Oh, John,” she said. “You shouldn’t have gone to the trouble.” She took the flower and immediately raised it to her nose, taking a deep smell as she closed her eyes. “Mmm, nice choice though.”

“And I got lucky, it matches your dress,” I grinned.

“I was going to say, were you stalking me?” she asked playfully.

“Definitely not. Complete luck. Next time you can text me your dress colour and I’ll do it on purpose,” you said.

“Next time already, huh?” Gemma said. “How about we see how this time goes first before we book a second date?”

I offered her my arm and she took it. “Don’t mind me,” you said. “Just trying to Jedi mind trick you into looking forward to a lot more time with me.”

She smirked, and we started heading into the bar. “Well, at least it’s a wholesome goal. Most guys would be trying to Jedi mind tricking their way into my panties.”

**Chapter 34**

Inside the License to Liquor bar, the front half of the long building was dedicated to an oval bar down the centre of the room lit by a cascade of fluorescent neon lights. The stools around the bar and the standing tables packed against the wall were all beaten to crap and mismatching, clearly scavenged or salvaged from other bars that had failed in the city over time. The walls were plastered with posters from video games and old movies from the 80s and 90s. The bar itself was already busy, and you and Gemma had to release your arms to get between a couple of groups of people.

Usually, you would have some sort of nerves about doing it, but tonight? After the two days you’d had? You took Gemma’s hand confidently to lead her through, and when you broke through the other side she was just smiling that broad grin of hers and didn’t pull her hand away. You both sidled up to the bar, facing each other.

“What would you like to drink?” you asked. The office interns hadn’t actually gone out to drink together – something you realized someone probably should have organized in the last month, especially since it might have sped up the process of finding out Gemma had a little thing for you. Now, there wasn’t much of you that was interested in grabbing a drink with Eric and Andy.

“I’ll start with a Bramble,” she said. “Then it’s probably best I move on to beer. I can get a little messy on too many mixed drinks.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing Messy Gemma,” you laughed. “But we do have work tomorrow, so it sounds like a plan.”

You signalled to the closest bartender, who completely ignored you. There were only three of them working behind the bar, each wearing black shirts with the old Golden Eye 007 death screen on the front and ‘License To Liquor’ in bold on the backs. You knew the guy you waved down saw you, but he turned to some other customer down the bar, chatting and talking with them.

“Wow, guess they prefer their regulars,” you laughed, waving it off.

“Oh, I’ve got this,” Gemma said, then put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. It wasn’t super loud, but it cut through the noise and classic video game music the bar was playing over the speakers. Another bartender, this one a woman with a fairly large septum nose ring and tattoos along both arms and up the sides of her neck, looked over and Gemma waved her over.

“Damn. So you’re a bartender whisperer and Sabrina is a secretary whisperer. I’ve been missing out on learning some new skills,” you laughed.

Gemma rolled her eyes with a smile. “It’s not a big secret. Girls get served first at bars since they’re more likely to get mad and make a scene about it.”

The bartender came over and you leaned toward her so you didn’t need to shout. “Two Brambles to start.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Never heard of it.”

Gemma was ready and put her phone on the bartop, a recipe already pulled up. “Crushed ice, dry gin, lemon juice and syrup, then blackberry liquor. We’ll take raspberry if you don’t have it.”

The woman scanned the less-than-common cocktail recipe, nodding along, then set to work.

“I’m surprised you wanted to try it,” Gemma said, settling onto one of the bar stools. “All my guy friends back home think it’s kind of a girly drink. That doesn’t stop them from drinking since it’s fucking delicious, but not on a first date.”

You shrugged. “Why would I care if you thought I drank girly drinks? If you like it, I have to assume it’s tasty.”

The bartender came back over with the two drinks. “Twenty,” she shouted over the noise.

*Fuck me,* you thought. There was no way that was a $10 drink. Still, you fished a twenty and a five out of your wallet and passed it to her.

Gemma had already picked up her drink and was smelling it, but you saw her watching you pay, and she had a little smile of satisfaction on her face. You picked up your drink as well and held it up to her. “To a fun night of getting to know each other,” you said. “And me beating your ass at skeeball.”

She laughed and clinked glasses with you and you both took a sip of our drinks around the crushed ice. It was bright, a little sour and the drizzled blackberry flavour gave a burst of tartness.

“Alright,” you asked. “So what was that look?”

“What look?” she asked innocently.

“The one you gave when I paid. Did you want to go dutch here or something? Because I’m totally not against that if it’s important to you.”

“No, no,” she said. We’d both set our drinks down, and she put her hand on my arm as she leaned in. It was loud in the bar, which made our conversation feel more intimate. “It’s just one of those red flags I look for on a first date. You tipped the bartender well, but not too well. Too little or no tip, and you’re cheap. Too much and you care too much about what they think, which means you probably spend way too much time here and want to fuck them.”

You glanced over at the bartender, who was down the bar from us now, and made a considering face. “Well, I mean I’m not huge into the tattoos thing buuut…”

“Stop,” Gemma said, drawing out the word with her wonderful accent.

“What other red flags should I be making sure I don’t send?” you asked.

“Well that would be telling, wouldn’t it?” Gemma said with a little smirk.

“Touche,” you admitted and raised your drink to her in a salute before taking a sip. “Alright. I assume everyone you’ve met for the last year you’ve spent here has asked the same things over and over about Australia. So I want to know about the best place you’ve travelled to outside of Australia.”

“Oh, that is a good play,” Gemma nodded. “And you’re right, every single date or conversation I got into would ask about home. My best trip though? That has to be Japan. Tokyo was so fucking cool, but I really liked the day trip we took out into the north to this city called Aomori. It was a lot smaller and was beautiful on the coast. We went to this gorgeous art museum there. Hold on, I have got to show you this picture.” She started thumbing through her phone, hiding the screen from you as she went through her pictures. That got you wondering about what she might be hiding – something sexy?

She eventually turned the phone around and showed you these pretty pictures of some more traditional Japanese architecture used for modern buildings, along with pictures of her and one of her friends. She talked at length about the museum and several of the other stops they made. Then she stopped on one last picture, in front of a pink flowering cherry blossom tree. She and a guy were standing there, arms around each other’s waist, while the friend and another guy were standing next to them in the same pose.

“Oh, shit,” Gemma said, quickly turning off her phone. “Sorry.”

“What?” you asked.

“That was just my ex. I always do this, accidentally bringing him up. I swear, John, it’s not a big deal.”

“Hey,” you said, taking her hand. “If it’s not a big deal, then it’s not a big deal. As long as you’re not using me to cheat, I don’t care that you have an Ex, alright?”

She sighed. “Definitely not cheating,” she said. “But now that it’s out there, I might as well get it out of the way. I was actually engaged to him, coming out of high school. We were young and dumb and I thought I loved him even though my parents thought it wouldn’t work out. I almost eloped with him on that Japan trip, honestly. But I didn’t, and thank God. I found out two weeks later he’d been cheating on me with another girl we knew from back in high school, and was hiring escorts while I was saving up for a down payment on an apartment while we were both in our first year at Uni. You know he actually went to a brothel while we were on that trip? I found out during our breakup fight and he said it was just for ‘the experience.’”

You blew out a breath, slowly nodding. Sabrina blowing you today, twice, at the front of your mind. Right before this date. “Gemma, I’m-”

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on you.

**Chapter 35**

You were so surprised that you didn’t have a chance to kiss her back before it was over.

“Sorry,” she said, with a blush as she pulled away. “I just realized I was dumping my baggage all over the place and I wanted to do that before you found a reason we should call it an early night.”

“Gemma, I- That’s not what I was thinking at all,” you said. “I mean, I’m sorry?”

“What are you sorry for?” she asked.

*A lot of things,* you thought.

“Well, let’s start with your hard break-up,” you said, and offered her a hug. She accepted, and you felt those big tits of hers pressed into your chest as you squeezed each other. Once she sat back on her stool you took a breath and continued. “I’m also feeling guilty about… well, the way we’re doing this?”

“You mean because of the Sabrina thing,” Gemma said, and I nodded. Now it was Gemma’s turn to take a breath, and she took a sip of her drink as well. “Look, John. I can’t rightfully think of that as cheating or whatever because we hadn’t even been out yet, let alone had a conversation about being exclusive or anything. So don’t worry about yesterday, OK? I’m here.”

You didn’t know how Sabrina was going to feel about this, but you decided you had to deviate from her plan. She wanted to talk to Gemma tomorrow about the whole thing, but after hearing Gemma’s story… you couldn’t let it sit.

“Gemma, I need to tell you something,” you said.

Gemma exhaled heavily in a sigh. “Please tell me there isn’t a girlfriend back home as well or something,” she said. “I can’t be the girl who you cheat with.”

“No, there’s no one else,” you said. “But Sabrina… look, full disclosure, alright? Sabrina and I want to see each other more, same rules as we had before. It’s no strings, not dating. Just friends with benefits. And she wants to talk to you about continuing to do that even if we’re dating.”

Gemma pursed her lips and her brow creased as she listened to you. “Anything else I should know?” she asked.

“I-” you hesitated, but you were all in now. Either Gemma would consider it, or she wouldn’t. Just the sneaking around today was a little much, you couldn’t imagine moving forward without talking about it, spending hours with each girl and avoiding whole topics with just one of them. “Sabrina came over to help me get ready for this date. And she, ah, wanted to make sure I was completely at ease.”

“You guys had sex?” Gemma asked.

“Oral. She, uh, blew me and then I ate her out, then she blew me again.”

Gemma pursed her lips again, then bit the inside of her cheek as she was thinking, then she tapped something on her phone and raised it to her ear. You could tell it was ringing, and then someone picked up.

“Yeah, hey. Yeah. Yeah, he told me. Well, you didn’t tell me he was going to go down on you as well. Uh-huh. Yeah. I guess that’s good to hear. Yeah. You, too.” Then she held the phone out to you, “She wants to talk to you.”

“Sabrina?” you asked as you brought the phone up to your ear.

“Hey, John,” she said. It was Sabrina. “So, I’m honestly a little mad that you didn’t do what I said and wait for me to talk to her, but also when Gemma said she wanted to run this one test to make sure you were who we thought you were, I knew I wanted you to pass.”

“So you two planned this?” you asked.

“Well, Gemma came to me after work,” Sabrina said. “And I figured I might as well tell her then. But she doesn’t know about the OnlyFans, OK? That has nothing to do with us fooling around and you dating her, so please keep that between us.”

“I understand,” you said. “Are we good?”

“Very good. Have fun on your date, OK? I’m excited to hear about it tomorrow.”

“OK, thanks Sabrina,” you said.

“OK, love you, bye,” she said.

And you just sort of stopped breathing.

“Wait, Freudian slip. Freudian slip!” Sabrina said in a panic. “I’m just used to saying that when I hang up with my girlfriends and my family, and with my ex. John, I’m so sorry, don’t freak out. Please don’t freak out?”

“I- Uh- I get it,” you said, your tongue trying to catch up to your brain and your heart and your gut all doing somersaults. “It’s fine, really.”

“OK, good,” she said, and you could hear her exhale out a sigh through the phone. “I just- Don’t think about it. Just forget about it, OK, Daddy? You know I’m just horny for you, and I’ll say anything to get more of your dick.”

Well, now you knew she was really flustered if she was trying to distract you with the Daddy talk again. “Sabrina? It’s fine, really. Have a good night.”

“OK, OK,” she said. “I’m hanging up now.”

There was a part of you that really wanted to say, ‘Love you too’ just to see what she did… or to test her reaction… but instead, you just said, “Goodbye.”

You handed the phone back to Gemma. “So how much of that was true?” I asked.

Gemma frowned but nodded. “I’m sorry, John. I just had to know for sure if you would tell me the truth or not,” Gemma said. “It was all real. I dated Fred for five years, three of those during my undergrad while we were engaged. It turned out he was cheating on me as soon as we went to different Uni’s, including the escorts and the brothel. I went to Sabrina after you asked me out because I wanted to hear from her where you guys were at.”

She drained her drink and signalled to the bartender to come over, but turned back to you. “Honestly, I still don’t know how I feel about the whole thing still, but it’s out in the open, and you didn’t lie about it, which helps a lot. The way I figure it, we see how tonight goes?”

“That’s all I was expecting,” you said. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you even sooner.”

She smiled. “When would you have done that?”

“I don’t know, but I still feel that way.”

Our tattooed bartender showed up, and Gemma turned to her. “Four of your cheapest beers that come in bottles, please,” she said.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fancy cocktails we’d just been drinking, but shrugged and produced four bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon from under the bar. “Ten dollars,” she said, and Gemma handed her a Ten and three Ones. The bartender winked at Gemma and then was off to other customers.

“Finish that drink,” Gemma said to you, nodding to your half-drunk Bramble cocktail. “I think we need to play some games.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said, and downed the cold drink.

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