You probably shouldn’t have, but you snorted. And once you snorted, you started giggling. You couldn’t stop it.
It was all just so… ridiculous.
Gemma looked over at you confused for a moment, then cracked a grin and started trying not to giggle herself.
“Stop laughing at me! I’ll make sure you’re charged with everything under the sun. You’ll be calling the Australian consulate begging them to get you out of this.”
“What the hell is going on in here?” one of the Jr Partners said loudly as he stepped into the room. You vaguely knew his name was something that started with an O. O’Malley, O’Brien… something like that. He didn’t order for the coffee run so you never interacted with him.
“This bully just put her hands on me,” Joy cried, pointing accusingly and Gemma.
You literally had to go down to one knee, you were wheezing so hard from trying to stop yourself from laughing.
“It’s- She’s faking,” Gemma got out in between her own suppressed giggles.
“I am not!” Joy shouted.
“What the hell is going on in here?” raged a new voice. It was Bellagamba. Joy’s mother’s face looked like a stormcloud had met a tsunami.
“Mother, I told you she was horrible,” Joy cried, her big crocodile tears finally kicking in. “She pushed me hard, I almost cracked my head on the window. For no reason!”
“Stop laughing!” Bellagamba shouted at you, and then she turned on Gemma. “And how dare you put your hands on my daughter. You are f-”
“What the hell is going on in here?” Garrison’s voice beat the Jr Partner and Bellagamba in thick base and pure volume.
Joy opened her mouth to make her accusation again.
“Why are you in this room? You don’t work here and it’s full of proprietary documents,” Garrison said, pointing a thick finger at Joy. “Get out.”
Joy snapped her mouth shut. The tone of Garrison’s voice was clear that her waterworks, banshee routine wouldn’t move him. That and Sabrina was standing right behind him in the doorway.
“This isn’t-” Bellagamba started, but Garrison levelled a glare at her that would have made you shit your pants if it had been turned on you. As it was your laughter had died when he first walked in and bellowed.
“We’ll talk about this after lunch,” Garrison said cooly to Bellagamba.
Joy’s mother grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the room. Sabrina did a pretty good job of not sneering at them both as they had to walk past her. They went in the quickest direction of the elevators.
“Sir, I-” Gemma started.
Garrison held up a hand, interrupting her. “Wait a few minutes, then take a long lunch,” he sighed. “You’ll be here late with the overtime anyways.”
“Thank you, sir,” Gemma said.
He just sort of gave a grunt and stalked out of the conference room, and many of the looky-loos in the hallway filtered away.
“What the hell was that?” the Jr Partner asked you, Gemma and Sabrina as the only other person left in the room.
“Honestly, you don’t want to know,” you told him.
It looked like he did, in fact, want to know. Just not enough to actually get involved, so he left.
Chapter 263
“OK, Eric,” Gemma said. “Sabrina and I have asked you here today because we have a proposition for you.”
Eric was clearly suspicious, and you couldn’t blame him.
Nothing else had happened yesterday, other than a whole lot of work, after the latest Joy incident. Bellagamba hadn’t come back into the conference room, but neither had Garrison. The three of you had decided to end up taking your usual lunch and getting back to work since you were on a deadline, and dinner had been order-in Chinese food.
Now it was lunchtime on Thursday and Gemma had summoned Eric to come eat lunch with you three in the conference room without Andy.
“Why do I feel like I’m being led into a trap?” Eric asked.
“It’s not a trap,” Sabrina said. “Seriously, it’s a good thing.”
“Then why are you two acting so weird?” Eric asked, then looked over at you. “Why are they acting so weird?”
“Just listen to them,” you sighed and gestured back to Gemma and Sabrina.
“How have your matches been going on the apps?” Gemma asked.
“I dunno, fine,” Eric said.
“Any more than usual after we helped you out?” Sabrina asked.
“Maybe a few, but they haven’t gone anywhere,” he said.
“OK, that’s fine,” Gemma said. “Actually, that’s probably good. How would you like to go on a blind date?”
“Um…” Eric said. “I dunno. I’ve never been on a blind date. Is she hot?”
“She’s pretty,” Gemma nodded. “And she dolls herself up like a princess when she’s meeting a guy for the first time.”
Eric narrowed his eyes. “So she wears a lot of makeup?”
“Oh my God,” Sabrina scoffed. “Please tell me you aren’t an ‘I like a natural look’ guy.”
“Well, what if I do?” Eric frowned.
“Eric, would you say Gemma or I are ‘natural look?'” Sabrina asked.
“I mean, other than eyeshadow…” Eric said.
Gemma sighed and shook her head. “That’s why, Eric,” she said. “You think we’re mostly makeup-less, and you’re just wrong. I’m wearing foundation, concealer, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipgloss. I just apply it well and don’t cake it on.”
“Pretty much the same, except add fake lashes,” Sabrina said.
“I thought fake eyelashes give you big lashes though,’ Eric said.
“Yeah, they can,” Sabrina said. “But I’ve got thin natural lashes, so I get small fake ones to not look like I’m going out slutting it up for work.”
None of this was a surprise to you – you’d spent more than enough time with both of them to have seen them taking off their makeup at the end of the day, or putting it on in the morning. To be fair, your favourite version of them both was when they were naked-faced (and naked in general) and in bed after a long bout of sex, but you also appreciated both their day-to-day makeup and when they really went all out for a fancy date night. Well, maybe the ‘naked face’ being your favourite was more about the warm afterglow of sex, with their hair wild and plastered to the sweat on their foreheads and shoulders and not actually the makeup.
“Seriously, Eric,” Gemma continued. “There’s almost no modern woman who you would look at and think ‘Damn, she’s at least a seven’ and she isn’t wearing makeup.”
“Fine, fine,” he sighed. “I get it.”
“OK. So her name is Lucy, and she’s my roommate,” Gemma said. “She likes when a guy treats her sweetly and pays attention to her, but isn’t overbearing. You’ll meet her tonight at 7 PM at the Cat and Fiddle. It’s an upscale pub, the prices aren’t wild, but it’s nice enough to dress up for a little to impress each other. She’ll be wearing a blue and red dress, and you need to bring a yellow flower with you.”
“Why a yellow flower?” Eric asked.
“So she knows it’s you, and because bringing one flower is a sweet gesture without being too much,” Sabrina said.
“Do I really need to bring a flower?” he asked, looking over at you.
“He did it and got me,” Gemma said.
Eric sighed. “Fine, a yellow flower.”
“And her name is Lucy,” Sabrina repeated.
“I got it, I got it,” Eric said.
Eric still got an earful over the rest of lunch about all the things Gemma and Sabrina thought he needed to hear about how to have a successful first date. In the end, you surreptitiously took a couple of notes on your phone since you weren’t sure if you were meeting everything on their rambling list of expectations yourself.
After lunch, Eric went back to work and the three of you got back to the last push on organizing all of the files. You were close, and the finish line was in site to hit the deadline, but there was still a lot to do.
Garrison checked in at four, and you promised him it would be done and ready for him and his Associates in the morning. Gemma went and found Eric at five to make sure Eric remembered the pub name and time he was supposed to meet Lucy.
Then the floor emptied out, and it was just you three and four associates. Then two associates.
You ordered dinner, sushi this time to celebrate the work almost being done.
Then it was just you three in the office, and the light was dimming outside as the sun dipped below the nearby buildings but hadn’t set yet. It cast an orange glow across the glass windows of the building opposite.
The sushi was good but not great. The office was quiet. You had, at best guess, an hour left of work to do.
Sabrina dropped her chopsticks on the floor. “Oops,” she said, then disappeared behind the lip of the table.
“Well, I guess we’re not waiting,” Gemma said to you with a smirk.
“Guess not,” you said, and you felt Sabrina’s slender hand slink up from your knee to your crotch as a happy giggle filtered out from under the conference table.
Gemma grunted, and you looked over and saw Sabrina was sliding a hand up Gemma’s pantyhose-covered thigh as well, reaching under her business-appropriate skirt.
Chapter 264
Your cock was out and in Sabrina’s fist in moments, and Gemma was breathing deeply beside you and Sabrina’s other arm flexed as she did something underneath Gemma’s skirt.
Gemma turned to you and leaned over pulling you to her with a hand on your cheek so that she could kiss you. She moaned softly, her lips humming with the sound, and you reached over and softly brushed your fingers across the front of her blouse, cupping her tit and pressing your thumb across where her nipple would be.
“God, this is such a bad idea,” Gemma laughed as your kiss ended.
“The best bad idea,” Sabrina said from under the table. You were fully hard now and she was slowly stroking you, and then she tilted your cock down and her lips teased the head sending shivers up your spine.
“When did you start daydreaming about having sex in the office?” you asked Gemma with a little grin, still playing with her boob through her shirt.
“Second day,” Gemma said. “I was too busy trying to retain everything the first day.”
“What did you imagine?” you asked her.
“Just jilling myself off,” Gemma panted and then flashed you a little smirk. “I didn’t start daydreaming of an encounter with you until at least day four.”
“Naughty,” you laughed.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I was daydreaming about both of you minutes after I met you,” you admitted. “Though I wasn’t thinking about doing something in the office until at least the second hour.”
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