The OF Girl Ch. 361-370

Garrison gave you, Gemma, Sabrina and Eric one last look, somewhere between a glare and a warning, and then entered.

The inside of the courtroom wasn't the majestic space that was often depicted in movies. There weren't any windows to let in natural light, so the whole place was lit by harsh fluorescents, and the gallery was just ten rows of old, stackable chairs with negligible upholstery on them. There was a wooden partition, a little under waist-high, between the gallery and the court proper and the wood looked thin enough that you wondered if it was actually particle board. The other side of the partition was where the action happened, but even that side was somewhat poorly furnished. The tables for the two sides seemed sturdier than the partition, but the chairs were all the same rough, stackable ones except they had wooden armrests. There was a raised sitting area along one side of the court where a jury could sit, but there wasn't going to be one for this trial, and the bench, the raised area where the judge would sit, looked like it was made of the same cheap wood.

Even the paint in the room looked washed out like it had maybe once been a light olive green but had faded to something like baby puke.

All in all, it was a dreary little shitbox of a court. You had already known that there would be plenty of 'non-traditional' courts in the building, but part of you had been hoping that you might end up in one of the big ones just for the pomp and circumstance that it added. The reality was that the US legal system was backed up like crazy so there wasn't much pressure to disrupt court availability with renovations even if there was a budget for it.

The opposing counsel was already there, a trio of lawyers who were busily unpacking files from the heavy legal cases that almost every lawyer you'd seen in the halls travelled with. They were closer to luggage than a briefcase, with wheels and pull handles, and were stuffed with files. Both of the Associates that had come in with Garrison were wheeling their own.

You led the others in splitting off, filing into the centre of the court gallery and grabbing seats. The oldest person on the opposing counsel frowned when she looked up and noticed the four of you, and crossed over to shake hands with Garrison. They traded some words quietly, and Garrison waved her off, likely assuring her you were just interns there to observe.

There was a bailiff already in the courtroom, standing over by the big door on the opposite side of the room that likely led to the Judge's chambers, or a hallway that would lead to them. He was a big guy, maybe in his mid-forties, and had the bushiest moustache you'd ever seen. The bailiff also did the most impressive statue imitation you'd ever seen. You weren't even sure if he was breathing or not.

The wait, as the two sides got themselves together, dragged on. A couple more people filed into the courtroom, taking seats near the back. The four of you traded off guesses quietly of whether they were reporters, people from the companies here to observe what the lawyers were doing, or just people looking for a place to sit.

Finally, just as Eric was surreptitiously taking out his phone to start scrolling, the bailiff stiffened and took in a deep breath through his nose. "All Rise!"

The kickoff to the proceedings was fairly simple. The Judge was a man who looked like he was in his mid-Sixties, and was already as bored as he could possibly get. The court recorder wasn't much younger, and was a woman with frazzled blonde hair. Garrison was representing the Vernic Company as the plaintiff, while the opposing counsel was representing Shout Management.

Ten minutes in, Eric had his phone back out and looked like he was scrolling Reddit. You'd known going in that this was a convoluted corporate case, and you'd been through enough mock trials in high school and college that you had the general procedure down in your mind already. What you hadn't been prepared for was how... low-energy everyone seemed. Mock Trial competitions were always jazzed up, both sides full of adrenaline to perform well. Even the judges for those competitions gave off the same sort of energy. Everyone wanted to be there.

It felt like no one in the courtroom wanted to be there that morning.

Thirty minutes in, the Judge finally got things moving on to Opening Statements after everyone had been acknowledged and introduced and the Judge had confirmed there hadn't been any movement on a settlement.

Garrison, as the plaintiff, had to go first as the burden of proof fell on him. You'd expected him to be fiery, or at least dramatic, but he started off calmly describing the nature of the business deal that had led to the litigation. Shout Management had approached Vernic Co. to see if Vernic was interested in acquiring them - Vernic had heard them out and initiated proceedings as they began doing their due diligence. As the acquisition loomed, it became clear that Shout was obfuscating their data and was outright lying about certain elements of their business. Vernic, with a large payment held in escrow with the deal still moving along the track, was bringing suit due to breach of contract and fraud.

By the time Garrison sat down the trial had already been going for an hour. You glanced at Sabrina, who was sitting on your left, and put a hand on her thigh as she was bouncing her leg. She stilled it and looked at you, rolling her lips in as she smiled with just a touch of embarrassment. You leaned to her and whispered, "This is going to be a long day."

She smirked and nodded.

Chapter 365

"Oh, myfucking God," Eric groaned.

The four of you were standing in the corridor outside of Court Six, the moderately cooler air and walking around a little helping to wake you back up after the two hours in the stuffy courtroom.

"Alright, so it's not exactly a thrilling ride," Gemma said, stretching her back a bit as she winced. The chairs were already starting to get to all of your asses with their shitty 'padding.' "But Garrison seems to be in control of things, at least."

"I wouldn't go that far," Sabrina sighed. "His opening statement was clearer than the opposing counsel, but he didn't exactly fire up the judge."

"Maybe it's a strategy," you pointed out. "If he's dealt with the judge before, maybe he knows that righteous indignation or dramatics would hurt him more than help."

"Yeah, well I could use some righteous indignation right about now," Eric grunted. "I'm gonna look for a snack machine, do you guys want anything?"

You, Gemma and Sabrina indicated you were alright for now, and Eric wandered off down the corridor. There were still about ten minutes left in the brief recess the judge had called to break up the morning. You wondered if he needed to wake himself up some as well, or if the old guy just needed to hit the toilets.

"So, what do we really think?" Sabrina asked.

"Of what?" you asked back.

"Of court. None of us have decided on what sort of law we want to specialise in. Is this tickling either of your nerd boners and making you think, 'Gee, I'd love to manage corporate mergers?'"

You snorted softly, and Gemma chuckled. "I don't think this one is going to be inspirational, love," Gemma said, pulling Sabrina to her by wrapping an arm around the brunette's shoulder.

"Agreed," you said.

"Well, then what if we talk about something... else?" Sabrina suggested. "Or maybe do something-"

"No," Gemma said, squeezing Sabrina a little tighter in the side hug. "Not going to happen."

Sabrina frowned and pouted a little. "But I'm horny," she whined quietly. "All I've got to do is sit there next to you two and think about stuff. And you know when I'm just daydreaming my brain goes naughty."

"Sabrina, I love you, but get a grip," you chuckled, smiling at your girlfriend to show you were only half-serious. "We arenot doing something in the courtroom."

"I wasn't thinking the courtroom," she defended herself. "Not that I think anyone would actually notice. I was thinking a bathroom, or maybe if we could find-"

Gemma silenced her with another squeeze. "Not in the building."

"Fine," she sighed, but her little smirk told you that even if she couldn't convince either of you todo something naughty, she wasn't about to stop thinking about it when her mind wandered.

Eric returned with a bag of chips, and you had to remind him he should eat it fast since it would be loud in the courtroom. He groaned and then quickly shovelled the potato chips into his mouth and brushed the crumbs from his lips as the four of you re-entered the courtroom.

The second half of the morning started out as slow as the first as Garrison began to slowly work the judge through the timeline of events, outlining his case. About fifteen minutes after the trial had started back up you noticed that Sabrina checked her phone and then quickly lowered the screen to press against her skirt as she looked around, her eyes a little wider. She saw you looking and flushed, and when she saw no one else was paying attention she made a little 'over here' gesture with a nod of her head and you followed her quietly down the row of chairs and to the end, away from the others and the two people who seemed to actually be watching the trial and taking notes.

You glanced back at Gemma, who was frowning curiously at you, and you shrugged in an 'I don't know yet' gesture. Her brow furrowed but she nodded softly.

Sabrina grabbed a seat, and you sat beside her, and she leaned in close so she could whisper under her breath. "One of our fans is at it again."

"What does that mean?" you asked.

She held up her phone, carefully tilted so you could see it but no one else in the room was likely to catch a glance at it. She doodled in the password code and the screen cleared, showing off the picture of a nude woman. It took you a moment, since you hadn't exactly stared at them as they were on Sabrina's Twitter account, but you realised they were from the woman who allegedly ran the 'DaddysDick' fan account.

"She said she really liked the latest teasers and is excited to see more," Sabrina whispered. "We've been chatting on and off. I think she's a lonely housewife somewhere in the middle of the country."

"If she's really a she," you pointed out.

Sabrina smirked and swiped on the screen to the next picture. It was a closeup picture of the woman's tits, medium-sized and capped with soft pink areolas. She'd written 'Daddy's Dick + Kat18' inside of a heart on her chest and had that morning's New York Times just underneath them. "She wasn't thrilled that I was worried about that before, so she sent this too."

You groaned quietly and shook your head. "Ridiculous," you said.

"Face it, baby," Sabrina said with a little smirk. "We're pornstars now. We have fans who want us to appreciate them. And who would jump at a chance to have sex with us."

"That's definitely-"

"I know," she interrupted. "I know. And I'm not leading her on or anything. I just think that it's important we keep things in perspective. Goodand bad. And even though the whole 'Daddy's Dick' account is funny as hell, it's also gotten pretty big; almost as big as my main one. They are blowing up, and that means the page gets more traffic, and we make more money. So, my dear boyfriend, what I'm saying is that we should be thanking the person who is giving us free advertising."

"Sabrina, baby, I can see that look in your eyes."

"What?" she asked. "What look? I don't have a look."

"Yes, you do," you whispered. "It's that 'I have a dirty plan' look."

She smirked and shrugged. "Maybe I do. But it's a little one. Promise."

Chapter 366

"Hmmhmmhmm," Sabrina chuckled in her throat.

"Oh, fuck," you grunted softly, trying to stay as quiet as you could.

The bathroom was thankfully a single-person room and not just a stall in a larger washroom facility, but even with the thick door separating you from the outside you were still worried about being heard.

Sabrina popped off of your cock, grinning, and then stuck out her tongue and slithered it against the bottom of your cock. She glanced sideways, adjusted how she was holding her phone so that only her lips and below would be seen, and took the picture.

"Good enough?" you asked.

Her answer was to put the phone down and quickly slide her lips down your cock, continuing the blowjob.

"Baby," you grunted.

She pulled away, wrapping her fingers around your cock instead of her lips. "Shush," she said quietly, smirking at you. "Just fill my mouth, then go get Gemma and send her in here."

"This is such a bad idea," you sighed, but inhaled sharply as she started blowing you again.

The lunch recess for the trial was an hour long, and Garrison had sent the four of you off while he grabbed a working lunch with his associates. The rain had reduced itself to a light misting for now, so you and the others had braved leaving the Courthouse and headed down the street. The diner you ended up in wasn't exactly a greasy spoon, but it definitely pretended to be one. You didn't recognize the brand, but judging by the commercial-feeling 'memorabilia' plastered across the walls you assumed it was.

Sabrina hadn't waited long to spring her plan into action and had texted you from under the table that you should follow her to the washroom. It hadn't seemed like a great idea at the time, but the place was only about a third full, so you let yourself think with your cock instead of your brain.

"Baby, I'm getting close," you warned her. The feeling of her lips and tongue was exquisite, but the situation definitely heightened things. You knew that Gemma and Sabrina had done things in washroom stalls together before, but that was a lot easier to play off since they were both women. You and Sabrina getting caught was a whole different matter, and a lot less explainable.

Sabrina, for her part, at least wasn't looking to draw out the process by teasing you. She quickened her pace, smiling up at you around your cock in her mouth, and sucked hard. It didn't take much more to get you there, and you had to grab the sink to keep yourself steady as your toes flexed against your dress shoes and your ass clenched. Your orgasm pumped out of you in four long releases, and Sabrina hummed another happy chortle around your cock as she pulled her lips from the head slowly, cleaning you as she went.

When you dropped from her mouth, she smirked and carefully tucked your cock away and zipped you back up, then gave you a look that was supposed to be 'innocent' but immediately followed that up with opening her mouth and showing you the pearly white cum she was holding there. Your cum.

"Jesus, Sabrina," you whispered.

Her smirk just got bigger as she closed her mouth again, and she stood up and gestured you to the door.

"Really?" you asked.

She nodded, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed, glancing in the mirror to make sure you didn't look like you'd just been sucked dry by your girlfriend in a public washroom and then opened the bathroom door. Just the unlocking felt like it was way too loud, and you tried to make sure you didn't peek out suspiciously before leaving. Thankfully no one was waiting to use the restroom. You went back to the table where Gemma and Eric were still sitting, their menus set down.

Gemma, facing towards you, saw you coming and raised an eyebrow questioningly. You widened your eyes in response then looked back and nodded towards the restrooms. Gemma's other eyebrow went up, showing her surprise, and then she rolled her eyes.

You grabbed your seat again.

"So I still don't know where we're actually at," Eric said, barely acknowledging that you'd sat down. "I don't even really know how to figure it out, either. Lucy is just so... ugh."

"Maybe John has some insights," Gemma said, redirecting Eric to you.

"Do you think?" Eric asked, looking at you with a sincere desire for your help in his eyes. "I mean, I know things weren't great between you two, but you might be able to figuresomething out of this mess.

You took in a deep breath and sighed it out, and as you started to parse through the latest of Eric's Lucy troubles, Gemma silently took her leave from the table and headed towards the restrooms. There was a big part of you that wished you could follow as well. Based on Sabrina's teasing, she was planning on sharing her mouthful with Gemma, and then likely intended for one of them to go down on the other. After the morning you had, and with the 'entertainment' you were being provided in the form of Eric's love life, you would definitely rather watch your two girlfriends getting it on than just about anything else at the moment.

It turned out the only piece of help you could really provide Eric was that Lucy was all about appearances, as far as you could tell. She wanted to feel like she was valued, which meant she liked gifts, fancy dates, and reasons to dress up and parade herself around. Youdidn't mention that that might have also been why she had such weird patterns of wanting loud, active sex but only when Gemma was at home in the apartment. That one you were still trying to wrap your head around a bit still, even if you had your guesses.

Sabrina came out next, a Cheshire cat smile on her face as she strutted between the tables. As she approached she mouthed 'Your turn,' to you, then slid into the seat next to Eric at the table.

"I ordered for you," you said by way of pivoting the conversation.

"OK," she said happily. "What am I having?"

"I figured you might want something not too heavy, so I went with the soup and salad combo. I know you like creamed soups on a cold day."

She scrunched up her nose, knowing full well what you meant by 'creamed soup,' and she nodded. "Sounds perfect, baby," she said.

"I still can't get over that you two are dating each other as well," Eric sighed.

"He's having Lucy trouble again," you pointed out. "Actually, Eric, why don't you tell Sabrina that thing about the hiking date you did this weekend?"

Setting him on that story again, which really wasn't much of a story other than Lucy being mildly bitchy, gave you the opportunity to slip away and head back to the washrooms again. You knocked softly. "It's me," you said.

The door opened and Gemma's hand pulled you in quickly.

Chapter 367

Gemma shot you another little smirk as the four of you walked back down the street to the courthouse. Even with the extra-curricular activities in the restroom at the restaurant, you were still easily going to be on time from the afternoon start of the trial. Sabrina had ended up getting more engaged in the conversation with Eric about Lucy than any of you had expected - she, as an outside perspective, could do a lot more guesswork than you or Gemma. She was walking a few paces ahead alongside him now, coaching him on how he needed to have a sit-down, heart-to-heart conversation with her if he wanted to actually try to make it work with her.

The alternative was to just ride the crazy train until the end of the summer.

That left you and Gemma to walk hand in hand, however, and was still a little giggly from getting you to eat her out in a public restroom. You hadn't fucked - that wouldn't have been fast enough - but all three of you had gotten off in the space of fifteen minutes. Sabrina had also sent the 'private' picture of her sucking your cock to the Daddy's Dick lady as a reward for sending nudes.

"I still think it's a dangerous game," you said under your breath to Gemma.

"It is," she agreed. "But Sabrina is right, that womanis doing a lot of free work managing a fan account. It's borderline on our boundaries though."

"I hadn't even thought of that," you said with a grimace.