The OF Girl Ch. 131-140

That left you with one real option, so you headed back to the conference room.

"John, we'll all quit in protest," Gemma said as soon as you stepped in.

Joy scoffed at the idea, but you didn't care. "It's a big nothing-burger," you said. "As soon as Garrison got the story, he told me to get back to work and he's talking with Bellagamba."

"That'sMrs Bellagamba to you," Joy said, scowling at you.

"Sure," you said, then turned back to the girls. "Though I appreciate the sentiment."

As you moved past her to get around to your chair, Gemma brushed you with her arm - the best she could do to try and comfort you with Joy in the room. Eric offered you a low-five underneath the edge of the table when you sat down, and you gave it to him gladly. You sat down and opened your laptop, starting to try and figure out where you'd left off in your work before you'd been interrupted. Over the next few minutes you realized you were getting looks from both Gemma and Sabrina over the tops of their laptops, and met them both, trying to reassure them.

Bellagamba didn't come back, though Joy spent a good deal of time on her phone angrily typing to... someone. To be fair, she was such a bitch that it was hard to know if the whole thing was just another blip on her radar or if something else had gone wrong. Maybe her boyfriend was cheating on her or something.

Joy got up and left in a huff at 11:30.

"Well, is that lunch for us too, or should we keep working?" Eric asked.

"Keep working," you said. "Garrison looked pretty annoyed when I went in there, and he specifically told me to work 'as usual.' So no matter what Joy says, we should do things the way we were before."

Eric sighed and threw his head back in exaggerated exhaustion.

"Actually," Sabrina said, "I have something I need to go do." She got up and started to leave in a hurry, but paused to wink at you on her way out.

"What was that about?" Gemma asked.

"I don't know," you said. "She didn't tell me anything was going on."

"Probably a dentist appointment or something," Eric grumbled.

It wasn't much longer before it was actually lunchtime, and you, Gemma and Eric all headed for the elevator. With all the eating out you were doing, you and Gemma agreed it was probably best to do some bodega lunches for a bit since they were cheaper than the sub place. Once you were in the elevator you reached over and took her hand, grinning at her.

Eric rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Rub it in," he said.

"It's not like that," you said.

"I know," he sighed. "I just- I can get hookups in the city relatively easily enough, right? But finding someone to date for longer than a random hookup or a night out is hard."

"Well, what are you looking for?" Gemma asked.

"I dunno. Beautiful. Humble. Respectful. Definitely not a slut," Eric said. "I don't care how much she makes, as long as she puts me first."

"Have you considered church?" you asked. "Cause it sounds like you're looking for a sheltered church girl."

"What?" Eric said. "No, then I'm never gonna have sex."

"But I thought you said you didn't want a slut?" Gemma asked.

"Well, I don't," Eric said. "Look, it's complicated."

"Well, if you do find someone, we'll double date with you," Gemma offered.

"You will?" Erica asked, at the same time you asked, "We will?"

"We will," Gemma grinned, and gave Eric a friendly punch on the arm. "I need to vet the girl to make sure she's good enough for you, don't I?"

Eric grinned and looked down at his shoes for a moment. "Thanks, guys."

The three of you were done in the bodega and back up in the conference room to eat your cheap lunches in ten minutes flat. That meant you got almost no time alone with Gemma to ask if she knew where Sabrina had gone, but it did give you every chance to hear about the 'amazing opportunities' Eric was getting to guest on his 'man-o-sphere' podcasts and youtube shows.

To be frank, you couldn't give a shit.

Chapter 135

Andy showed up just as lunch was ending, a cellophane-wrapped sandwich in his hands from down in the bodega. "Hey guys," he sighed, lumping down into his seat.

"Where were you, bud?" you asked.

"Called in sick," Andy scowled, unwrapping his sandwich. "What's her name from HR called me back and said I had to come in for the afternoon."

"Oh," you said noncommittally.

"Bummer," Eric said.

"You missed some fireworks earlier," Gemma offered.

"Hmm?"

"John got fired," Gemma said. "And Joy threw a mini tantrum."

"She got that upset about John leaving?" Andy asked.

"No. They were separate events," Eric said.

"Well, they were connected," you countered.

"I guess, yeah," Eric said.

"OK, that's enough of the Who's On First routine," Gemma said.

"Who's on first?" Andy asked.

"I'm on second," you said.

"Oh my God," Gemma said, burying her head in her hands as you chuckled.

"Wait, so why are you still here if you're fired?" Andy asked you.

"Because I got un-fired," you said.

"Hmm," he thought about it, then nodded. "Nice."

You all got back to work as Andy began eating, and then eventually joined you. The minutes crept by, and you and Gemma started frowning at each other more as Sabrina didn't reappear. You'd texted her, and the group chat, between the three of you, asking if she was alright and got nothing back.

Then, just before 1:30 PM, Sabrina bustled in and grabbed her seat. "Don't say anything," she said to all of you, and flung open her laptop and started typing.

Less than a minute later Joy strode in. "Well, it seems like our laziest intern is back," she said, sneering at Andy.

"Wait, who?" he asked, earnestly clueless.

Joy rolled her eyes and sat down at her chair at the head of the table. "I just had theloveliest lunch with my Mother and one of her biggest clients," she said. "Let's just say that I'm getting the recognition I obviously deserve after my years of hard work. It's too bad none of you are stepping up so far to learn at my feet, or else I might be able to include you in my rewards."

You just kept working, trying your best to ignore her passive-aggressive gloating aimed at you. It wasn't proof of anything. Yet.

The afternoon started to turn into a slog of work. A couple of associates came in and dumped some big stacks of documents on us to do word checks on, and Joy wasn't any help in tackling it since she 'only worked for the Partners.'

Then you felt a little guilty because just as the rest of you were splitting up the stack, Garrison stuck his head into the conference room, pointed at you and made a 'follow me' gesture. You frowned your sorry, and a bit of your worry, to Gemma and Sabrina and followed. He led you back to his office. "Shut the door and sit," he said.

You did, perching on the edge of the chair with your nervousness.

Garrison sat heavily in his own chair and stared at you across his messy desk. It easily lasted more than a minute, and you felt all sorts of pressure to just fill the silence but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Finally, Garrison sighed and shook his head. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?"

"Sorry, sir?" you asked.

"Last week you were knocking it out of the park. You finished those pointless Staff Surveys, you played the Merger meeting perfectly for me. You even covered for your team, which I did take notice of by the way, instead of throwing them under the bus like that little shit Eric would," Garrison said. "Do you know what percentage of our summer Interns we would write recommendations for, or even make offers to after their law school for an Associate position?"

"No sir," you said. "I haven't seen any stats like that."

"Twenty-five per cent. One in four of the interns we put through our summer program. Three in four got into law school. You know how many recommendations we've written in the last five years?"

"I wouldn't-"

"Two. In five years of summer interns, we've written two law school recommendation letters. Now, most of the partners don't really care. You're all undergrad summer interns, and it has no impact on our ability to hire Associates. But it matters to me."

"What happened five years ago?" you asked.

"See," Garrison said, pointing at you. "That right there. That's the kind of question I want to hear. Five years ago I was a fat, happy man, John. And then one day I went home and found out my wife had been cheating on me for most of our marriage, and two of my three kids weren't even genetically mine. I still love them like hell, but I had to throw that woman out of my life and the divorce was bloody as hell. And in the midst of that, I had to roll back on some of my firm responsibilities."

"Like the summer interns," you guessed.

"Like the summer interns," he nodded. "And honestly, for the last five years, I haven't cared one iota about the program. Had too much shit going on. Then you opened your mouth last Monday and you've been more helpful, and more of a pain in my ass, than any kid who came through here in the last decade. So, I'm going to ask you again, what the hell am I supposed to do with you?"

You blew out a short breath. "Mentor me," you said. "And Gemma, and Sabrina. I was the lucky one to catch your attention, sir, but Gemma is aggressively smart and could probably be the leader of our whole group, and Sabrina is diligent and dedicated. She's detail-oriented, but with a charismatic heart that makes you want to listen to her."

"And what about the other three?" Garrison asked.

"Eric... has potential," you told him. "He's distracted. I think he has a bit of growing up still to do, which he's running out of time for. But when he gets focused on something he can do good work. Andy is- honestly, he's a sweet guy but he's kind of a dope and from what I understand he got hired based on connections, so I wouldn't put a focus on him and just let the connection think it's a positive overall."

"And Joy?" he asked.

"Joy..." you trailed off.

What did you want to say about Joy?

Chapter 136

"I think Joy is a problem time bomb waiting to happen," you said. "I could say more, but I don't have any evidence to back it up so I don't know how far I would want to go."

Garrison put a finger to his temple, frowning. "That's some ominous wording," he said. "And beg some questions."

"Questions I don't think you want the answers to until I can show some proof," you said. "Believe me, I'd like to say you could do something on my word, but I think the world doesn't work perfectly like that."

Garrison nodded. "Well, you're not an idiot. What if I told you that I could only spare the time to mentor one of you, kid?"

You hesitated, options running through your mind. You wanted this, but... it didn't feel right. You'd gotten Garrison's attention mostly by luck. Not only that, but you were feeling like you'd pushed that luck to the limit in the past week with the Gemma and Sabrina situation. If it was a limited resource, your luck tank had to be running on empty.

"I'd say split the time between the three of us," you said. "We all deserve it, and I wouldn't want to deny the opportunity to the others. And if you really don't want to do that, I'd say focus on Sabrina since Gemma is planning to go back home and I assume go to school and work there. Sabrina is going to make an amazing lawyer someday if another industry doesn't swoop in and pick her up to make oodles of money."

"Not you, though," Garrison said. "Why put them over you? You know lawyers are supposed to be cocky, egotistical sons of bitches, right? Every single great lawyer worth their salt thinks they are top shit and deserve the best of the best."

"Oh, I am and I do, sir," you said. "And I can get there. But I still think Sabrina deserves it more, and getting it will help her stick to her ultimate goal instead of veering off into other things. We don't need more investment bankers or hedge fund gurus."

"You're a weird kid, John," Garrison said. "Alright, I'm going to have a special project for some interns soon. I'll keep this conversation in mind. Get back to work."

"Yes, sir. And thank you again, sir," you said.

He was already reading one of the papers on his desk, so you let yourself out.

Holy shit. Holy shit! Garrison was taking a bigger interest in you and the summer interns. You were torn about what you'd suggested. Gemma deserved the mentoring as much as you or Sabrina, but right now she was going to go back home to a different legal system on a different continent. It just made more sense for Garrison to mentor you or Sabrina.

And to be frank, you wanted to give Sabrina a reason to quit OnlyFans in the future. She was raking in cash now, but how long was she going to do it? How long until she had to get riskier for her content to keep up with growth?

How long until she showed her face, or wanted to work with another guy?

You hated that feeling. Maybe, if she could get some mentoring from Garrison, she'd keep her eye on the ball and law school.

And, you had to admit, on you.

Gemma was leaving, and you didn't want that at all. But if Gemma did leave, and you did have to end things...

You sighed heavily trudging down the hall and back to the conference room. There were too many If's going on in your life. If you could survive Bellagamba. If you could catch out Joy. If Gemma. If Sabrina.

Back in the conference room, you gave some reassuring smiles to the girls, moving over to take your seat.

"What was that about?" Joy asked you.

"Um, just a sort of check-in," you said.

"You shouldn't be needing to check in with a Partner," Joy frowned. "You should be checking in with me, and then I'll bring them whatever is going on."

"Whatever you say, Joy," you said, trying to say it as neutrally as possible.

Back at your work spot, you started kicking yourself a bit. You had your chance to throw down the accusations on Joy and get Garrison on your side. You'd seen him take command with her mother, and she hadn't come back to re-fire you. But in your gut you had a feeling that fight would be way different than a fight over Joy.

Especially if it was regarding sexual harassment accusations.

Time proceeded to continue rolling out slowly. It was a painful last couple of hours, split between your mind-numbing work scrolling through sheet after sheet of data and memos and the twisting knots of your own thoughts.

Nothing was clear to you anymore, other than that you were excited to get out of there and go to Sabrina's.

Joy packed up a half hour early and was out of these without so much as a word goodbye. There was so much work going on that even Andy didn't have time to make a comment. You all worked an extra half hour later than usual, but you got the documents done and you and Eric brought them back to the Associate's office while Gemma, Sabrina, and Andy all started packing up.

The office was quiet as you left, and Becks was already gone for the day downstairs.

You kissed Gemma good night outside the office, while Sabrina held your hand and smiled as she watched. Then she pulled you into an uber, wanting to get home quickly.

"I've got a schedule to keep," she said with a grin. "And I'm not going to let a little smooching throw it off today."

Chapter 137

The Uber ride was a mess of teasing. Sabrina wouldn't tell you what her plans were, just laying on some thin innuendos, and in return you were cagey about your meeting with Garrison. Both Sabrina and Gemma had wanted to know more, but you'd stuck to your story that it was just a check-in after that morning, at least for now. The main reason was that you didn't want them to feel like you'd let them down or boosted them up before you knew what Garrison was going to do. Maybe he'd decide mentoring at all wasn't worth picking up again, or maybe he picked you over them.

If something good came from it, you would tell them. If not, then it wasn't like you were keeping some big secret from them.

Once you were up at Sabrinas apartment, she led you by the hand back to her bedroom, the both of you losing clothes along the way. By the time you were standing next to her bed, Sabrina was down to her panties and you just had on your socks.

"I think I kind of like this look on you," she giggled, taking your cock in her hand and squeezing as she went up on her tiptoes to kiss you.

"I like this look on you, too," you said with a grin.

It was the same as last time, and you wondered if it was going to become a tradition. The first one was fast, not because either of you wanted to rush it, but because you both wanted each other. Wanted to feel, and touch. Wanted to come.

You fucked her in missionary, her knees up near her ears as she practically folded herself in half, until you slammed yourself in deep and unleashed your first load of the evening into her. And she pulled her panties back on - they never had made it past the final ankle and had been dangling through the fuck, and then shifted up on her bed and patted the space next to her.

That was the tradition now. A quick fuck, to get the edge off, and a nap holding each other.

This time you stirred first, and regretted letting Sabrina go to sleep with your cum in her since by now it would be leaking out and you weren't exactly thrilled at the idea of waking her up by eating her out like that. You were sure she'd probably enjoy you forcing your cock between her lips just as much, but you weren't there yet. Instead, you pulled her closer to you and squeezed her softly in your arms, and she woke with a slow yawn.

"I love you, you know," you said.

"I know," she smiled softly, resting her chin on your chest and looking up at you.

"I wanted to say it last week," you said.

"I know that too. So did I," she admitted. "I'm glad we waited though. It was respectful for Gemma, and it turned out right."

You craned your neck down to kiss her forehead.

"So what's the scene you want to shoot?" you asked her.

"Well, the toy scene from Saturday is fucking hot as hell," she said. "And I think it might actually be too hot. We can fit another, more tame, video in before it in the schedule. I was thinking something like you fingering me while I'm in some sexy lingerie, and I'll use a vibrating wand at the same time."

"OK," you said, nodding along. "I think I get that. Where do you want to shoot it?"

"I kind of want to do it out on the balcony, but the lighting will be shit," she pouted. And she was right - you weren't a master at lighting, but the glare and weird shadows were likely to make any attempt at recording a mess. "But we've already done the couch and the bed, so I was thinking maybe the kitchen counter or the kitchen table."

"Both work, but let's do the table," you said. "Let's save the counter for food right now. I'm going to have my work cut out for me to cook for you again."

"Nuh-uh," she grinned. "Today I'm cooking for you, buster."

She eventually led you out into the main living space and the two of you got to work setting up the lighting and camera stands, and getting everything in order. You were busy tightening a loose and wobbly leg on one of the tripods when Sabrina went back to her room and came back in a white pair of lingerie that was covered in sheer lace accents.

"Wow," you said, feeling your jaw drop a little.

"Too much?" she asked.

"No," you shook your head. "You look like the most gorgeous bride on her wedding night, though."

She laughed. "Well, thiswas supposed to be bridal lingerie, but I bought it on sale and it fits perfectly." She made a couple of poses for me, accenting her cute bum in the half-thong and her silly side as she grabbed her small chest.

Sabrina ended up climbing up onto the table to get into position, and you got the three cameras running and nodded to her. Sabrina turned on the little buzzing wand and slowly slid it across her lingerie-covered mound, licking her lips lightly as she began to tease herself for the camera.