The OF Girl Ch. 371-380

There was a squeak of shoes on the tile and you looked over your shoulder to see that DeezChains and pressed between his friend and bodyguard and was rushing in your direction. "That's the fuckin' bitch!" he shouted. "That's her! Kongo, fuckin' do a citizens arrest on the blonde cunt right fucking there! She's the fuckin' ringleader in the whole fuckin' thing. I'm gonna fucking own you like a fuckin' pimped-out whore when I'm done with you."

You could suffer insults to yourself just fine. You could even get over the insults to Eric as your friend, or even Gemma as your girlfriend since she could handle herself just fine in a shit-talk-off.

There was no way in hell you were letting either of those guys put a hand on Gemma.

You gave Eric one final little shove and pivoted. "Hey, dickweed," you said loudly. "Go fuck yourself, your shitty music, your failed internet career, and your harassing-ass inability to talk to a woman with any respect. Get the fuck out of here and leave us alone."

DeezChains had made it halfway to Gemma and you stepped right in his way as you were talking. He lunged for you, cocking his fist back. Behind him, trying to shove through the crowd, you could see uniformed bailiffs trying to get to the confrontation.

You didn't try to block the incoming punch. You stuck your chin out and grit your teeth, preparing to take the punch. It would hurt, but it would seal the deal in whatever came after this.

His first came forward. His lawyer was shouting, trying to get him to stop. His bodyguard was trying to grab him and pull him back, but wasn't going to be successful.

You lurched sideways as you got shoved, out of the way of the punch.

But the punch did hit something.

Or someone.

Chapter 374

You and Eric were sitting next to each other on a bench. You were fine. Eric had an icepack from an EMS first responder over his cheek and eye.

Two bailiffs were talking with Garrison and DeezChains' lawyer. Garrison was red in the face and stabbing his finger in the air at the other lawyer, more animated than you'd seen him over the last two days of the trial. Behind them, at the edge of the slowly diminishing crowd, you could see Gemma and Sabrina along with the two associates, waiting for the chance to come to you. Several more bailiffs were keeping the crowd back.

DeezChains' bodyguard was on his ass in handcuffs. The friend had disappeared. DeezChains had already been hauled off, shouting and cursing, and then screaming for help because of 'police brutality.' He was probably somewhere in a holding cell in the back of the building.

"So how many interviews and podcast appearances do you think you're going to get off of this?" you asked Eric quietly.

He chuckled and then groaned. "A lot," he said.

"Thanks for the save," you said.

"Well, you were trying to save me first," he said. "And it's not like you would have put a black eye to better use than I will."

"Still, thanks," you said.

"No problem," he said and offered you his knuckles. You tapped them with your own, and you waited.

Eventually, DeezChains' lawyer stormed off, and Garrison calmed down as he exchanged a few more words with the bailiffs. Then the bailiffs left, and Garrison came to you.

"Well," he said. "I should probably fire you two, but at least you managed to cause problems outside of the view of the judge." He'd already gotten your side of the story.

"I think we'd both appreciate keeping our jobs, sir," you said.

Garrison shook his head and sighed.

"Did you happen to find out why he was even here?" you asked.

"A different lawsuit, probably as frivolous as the one that pondscum lawyer of his was trying to drum up against you two," Garrison said. "There won't be one coming from them on this, I made damn sure that asshat knew what would happen if he tried it. His client is getting charges pressed on him anyway, and he isn't a criminal defence lawyer so he'll probably fade away into the mists to leech off of some other person with more cash than good sense."

"Are either of us going to need to testify?" Eric asked.

"Probably not," Garrison said and gestured around. "This whole place is wired with security cameras. It's likely caught in five different angles, and you two were de-escalating as much as reasonably possible. You'll probably have a chance to do a victim statement if you want though, Eric."

Eric snorted and smirked. "Yes, please." You could tell that would just be more fodder for his burgeoning internet personality career.

"What's the next step then, sir?" you asked.

"If you're good to walk, Eric, we head for lunch. We'll be pressed for time now so we'll need to make it quick. You can head home if you'd like instead though Eric, and the firm will cover the ride."

"I'll stay," Eric said after a moment, and you nodded thinking he'd made the right choice. He pulled the ice pack from his face. His eyes weren't too badly swollen, but the bruising was already starting to come in.

"Alright, good man," Garrison said and patted him on the shoulder. "We'll get moving in five minutes. I'll let the ladies come talk to you in private."

Garrison stepped away, and with a silent nod gave permission for Sabrina and Gemma to come over. They didn't exactly rush, holding their dignity, but they were quickly sitting on either side of you and Eric. Each of them was speaking in a rush, Gemma quietly scolding you for getting involved and apologising for making it worse and thinking you were a hero for helping Eric. Sabrina, meanwhile, was thanking Eric for saving you, scolding him for getting in trouble, telling him to keep the ice pack on his face, and suggesting he should take a picture and tell Lucy if he wants to impress her. Then they switched sides, seemingly without communicating it, and you had Sabrina fussing over you while Gemma fussed over Eric.

Eventually, you cleared your throat loud enough that they both went quiet, and you chuckled softly. "I love you both, but you're being alittle overwhelming right now."

"I dunno, I kinda like it," Eric smirked.

"Come on," you said. "Garrison still wants to try and get to lunch."

The four of you stood, which was a signal for Garrison and the associates, and you followed them out of the courthouse.

Lunch ended up being at a local pub-like place that seemed to be a hotspot for lawyers and other workers at the courthouse, but they had a pair of tables pushed together and reserved for you even though you came in late. A bunch of people in the crowd were staring at you and Eric as you walked in and had clearly been witnesses to the confrontation.

Once you were all sitting down, Sabrina and Gemma manoeuvring to sit on either side of you at the end of the table, Garrison declared that since you needed to eat quickly he'd hold off on the trial recap talk. "Besides, I'm not sure Eric could hear me over the ringing in his ears."

"What?" Eric said, playing along.

Garrison smirked and shook his head. "We'll do the recap at the end of the week. I expect the defence will take up the afternoon and into tomorrow, and then the Judge will dismiss us to consider the case and make a ruling. That may not come out for a couple of weeks, so you guys should expect to be back in the office on Thursday. We'll do the recap then."

Further discussion was interrupted by the waitress coming by, and you noticed Garrison talking with her quietly and slipping her some cash. You had a feeling you'd be getting rush service from the kitchen. There wasn't exactly a ton of privacy even at the end of the table, so you, Gemma and Sabrina tried to just make it a normal lunch and make small talk with everyone. Your food was delivered quickly and you all dug in, Eric a little less zealously since his black eye was coming in strong now. Gemma ended up offering him an Ibuprofen from her purse, which he readily accepted.

Lunch finished quickly and you all rushed back to the courthouse and up to Court Six just in time for the judge to call the trial back to order and the defence to start their case.

If you'd held out any hopes that the Defense would be a little more enthusiastic or dramatic, you were wrong. Other than a fifteen-minute recess where you treated Eric to the snack machine in thanks for his taking the hit for you, the afternoon dragged on, and on, and on. By the end, when the judge called a halt for the day and the lawyers packed up and prepared to head out, you were seriously questioning whether you would ever consider corporate law as a speciality no matter how well it might pay.

Chapter 375

Sabrina needed to head home for new clothes and to talk with her neighbour Alita. She planned to do that over a bottle of wine for the night, so that left you and Gemma alone and you quickly agreed to head to her place. Neither of you particularly wanted to spend time with Mosche at the moment considering the tension going on, so you texted him that he could have the leftover lasagna that was in the fridge. He just sent back a thumbs-up emoji, and you held off from asking if he'd talked to Tasha yet.

You and Gemma rode the bus to her place, which took longer than Uber would but was definitely less expensive. It also gave you time to decompress a little, sitting next to each other and holding hands as you talked about little things. Every once in a while Gemma would look at you and you would lean in and give her a little kiss, making her smile.

Once you made it to her place you found it empty. No Lucy, no Becca, no Charlotte.

"Love," Gemma said, taking your hand. "Can we talk for a minute?"

"Of course," you said. She headed for the living room and you followed her, sitting down next to your girlfriend on the couch.

Gemma smiled softly, then took your hands in hers. "I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?"

"I... made things worse today," she said. "I saw you tried calling me, and Sabrina told me you warned her not to let me come down there. I missed your call because my phone was in my purse and I was walking and didn't hear it. But when I saw what was going on I should have just trusted you were handling it. So I'm sorry."

"Oh, Gemma," you groaned, leaning into her and softly tackling her down so you were both lying on the couch. "Thank you, but it's OK. That freak deserved a couple of middle fingers, and you deserved to shoot them at him."

"Still, I shouldn't have done it," she said, hugging you back and running her fingers through your hair. Your cheek was pressed against her upper chest and you kissed her through her blouse.

"I forgive you," you said.

"Thank you," she said.

The two of you held each other for a bit, just breathing and being together, until you grinned a little.

"You're thinking of the time we had sex out here, aren't you," Gemma chuckled.

"Maybe," you said.

"We're not doing that again," Gemma said. "We don't know when Lucy will get here, and it's not fair to her to do that."

"So we don't care about Becca or Charlotte?"

"Not really," Gemma said. "If it was both of them they'd probably just start getting frisky themselves."

"Mmm, a lesbian show would be pretty hot," you mumbled.

"You get to see me and Sabrina together all the time, it can't be that big a deal to you now."

"Well, it would be two different ladies, wouldn't it?"

"Fair," Gemma laughed. "OK. Let's get up. I want to get changed, and before I put on new clothes I want you to kiss every inch of my body."

"Gladly," you grinned, and you were quickly up and rushing for her room.

An hour later, Gemma was dressed in a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, and you were wearing a t-shirt of your own and some athletic shorts. Gemma had a couple of fresh hickies hidden under her shirt on the underside of her breasts, and she'd paid you back with one just under your own nipple as she'd giggled. The sex had been more playful than anything, and now you'd migrated back out of the room and fixed up a basic snack of nacho chips with melted cheese on them as you snuggled up on the couch and surfed through Netflix looking for something to watch.

"What's up, bitches," Becca said as she came in the front door. She kicked off her boots and came towards the living room. "Oh, sorry. I thought it was you and Charlotte. I guess I mean to say, 'What's up, bitch and bastard!'"

You snorted softly and shook your head. "Hey, Becca."

Gemma lifted the plate of half-finished nachos towards her and Becca came in and pulled a couple of chips off of it. "Mmmf, cheeeese," she groaned. Once she swallowed she sighed. "You two are bad for my diet."

"You're noton a diet," Gemma said. "In fact, you gave me shit about considering one so that I'd be bikini-ready when I go back home."

"OK, well, you'd be bad for my diet if I was on one," Becca clarified. "And bitch, you are already bikini-ready so don't give me that crap. Anyways, did I miss the sex show already or am I just in time?"

"Ha, ha, ha," you laughed dryly.

"We aren't putting on another show out here," Gemma smirked.

"So you're saying therewill be a show," Becca laughed. "M'kay. What's the dinner plan, children? Is Mama Becca in charge, or are you planning on snacking yourself into sustenance?"

You and Gemma ended up getting up and helping to throw together dinner, then ate with Becca and hung out for a couple of hours. Becca, when you weren't running into her in sexual situations, was just a fun person to be around. It turned out that Charlotte had gone on an overnight trip for work at the last minute, and only remembered to text Becca about it around 9:30 PM. Becca finished the call just in time for the door to the apartment to open.

"Come on," Lucy said. "No one should be around."

"OK, OK," Eric said. "Let's just keep it down, OK? Your roommates always give me looks when we- Oh."

Eric had kicked off his shoes and came out of the little entryway to see you, Gemma and Becca sitting in the living room. He was wearing what you could only guess were some of his 'date clothes', a flamboyant patterned shirt and nice slacks.

"Hey, Eric," you said. "The black eye is coming in nicely."

He smirked a little, reaching up and touching it gently. "Yeah. Stings like a bitch still but it should be fine."

"Ugh," Lucy said as she came around Eric and saw us. She immediately grabbed Eric's hand and pulled him towards her room. "Come on, baby. You need a Hero's reward."

Becca groaned lightly as Eric smiled and followed Lucy. "Great," she said. "Another night ofthat."

"We should go to bed," Gemma said, looking at you pointedly.

"Um, OK," you said.

"Wait, I want to know what the black eye thing was about," Becca said.

"Oh, baby. You're so hot," Lucy's voice came loudly through the wall.

"We'll tell you in my room," Gemma sighed.

"Yes baby, take it off!"

"Alright, I get it now," you said as the three of you stood to move out of the living room. The walls werenot thick enough to handle that.

Chapter 376

"Jesus H. Christo," Becca said extravagantly once you and Gemma had gotten her up to date on the DeezChains saga. "Alright, so you had one full fucking day."

"More like a very climactic lunch," you said. "The rest of the day was pretty boring."

"Fall-asleep-sitting-up boring," Gemma said.

"Well, I can't help you with that," Becca chuckled. She was sitting on Gemma's desk chair while you and Gemma were on the bed. "You two chose your punishment with this internship."

"And it's paying dividends," Gemma said. "Mentorship, even if the cases are boring, is invaluable at this stage of the game for us."

Becca waved dismissively in a way that was more about her not getting it than that she didn't care. "Well, I'm happy for you. And I'll miss the hell out of you in a month. And you too, John."

"We'll miss you too," Gemma smiled, getting up and going to Becca to hug her. "Seriously, Becca. You are an easy third place for the best person I've met in America. I'm going to miss having you around so much."

"Great, third place," Becca said deadpan, shooting you a silly look over Gemma's shoulder.

"Hey, it's not my fault I fell in love with numbers one and two," Gemma grinned as she let go of the slightly older woman.

"That's fair, I guess," Becca chuckled, then sat back down as Gemma returned to sit by your side. "So... are you two gonna fuck now? Cause I think I was promised dinner and a show."

You and Gemma chuckled. Becca chuckled but raised her eyebrows.

"No, seriously," Becca said. "Charlotte isn't here, and I don't want to spend time hearing the echoes of you two making love and Lucy doing her succubus act to Eric. I wouldn't mind getting kinda kinky with you guys again if you're down. I could watch, or maybe if it's cool I could... you know..."

Gemma turned and looked into your eyes for a long moment before turning back to Becca. "Not a threesome," she said. "That's not a definite forever no, though. We just need to talk about it with Sabrina. But you can stay and watch if you want."

Becca broke into a grin. "Really? I mean, I know I'm kinda asking for it, but I wasn't anywhere near sure you'd say yes."

"Go get whatever toy you want to use on yourself," Gemma said. "Then get your naked ass back in here."

Becca barked a laugh. "Yes, Mistress Gemma. Anything you say, Mistress Gemma." She got up and left the room, her hips swaying a little more than usual.

Gemma turned to you immediately. "I read that right, right?" she asked. "You're OK with it?"

"Of course," you said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "We've done it before, Becca is hot and the situation is hot. Plus, I can't subject her to listening to the Echoes of Eric."

Gemma snorted and grinned, then kissed you more firmly. "I plan on making it worth the price of her admission," she said. "But we aren't touching her, OK?"

"I'm on board," you agreed.

Becca came back a minute later, striding in confidently even though she was completely naked. Her short hair with the boyish cut gave her a certain sort of androgynous look even though she was pretty, but her body just didn't play that out. Her breasts were nice and plump with a bit of jiggle as she walked, and while her hips weren't as curvacious as Gemma they were still there. She'd grown out a bit of a bush since the last time you'd seen her naked, though it was neatly trimmed. She came in wielding a dildo in one hand, a pink and purple thing that wobbled in her fist.

"You can take the chair if you want," Gemma said. "Or you can join us on the bed. But seriously, no touching either of us for tonight, OK?"

Becca pursed her lips and blew out a breath. "Shit, you're tempting me," she chuckled. Then she hopped up on the end of the bed.

"Good," Gemma said with a smirk. "All the better to tease you." Then she turned and kissed you firmly, and soon your blonde girlfriend had you pushed onto your back as she straddled your waist and made out with you.

For a long time, you didn't have much of a view other than Gemma's face and hair as she slowly dry-humped on you. Kissing Gemma was always going to be a favourite pastime of yours, but you knew she was extending it out just to tease Becca.

Finally, she sat back up and smiled down at you, tugging at your shirt lightly.

Things progressed from there as you both slowly shed clothes, and Becca watched silently from the end of the bed. Then Gemma had you sit on the edge and she got down on her knees on the floor and started blowing you. Becca was playing with her dildo as she watched, teasing it between her tits and then starting to suck on the head.

"You are such a little cuckquean," Gemma giggled when she noticed what Becca was doing.

"Am not," Becca said. "I'm a voyeur, if anything. I'd be a cuckquean if he wasmy boyfriend."

"Fine. You're a pervy voyeur," Gemma said. She climbed back up on the bed and straddled your waist, groaning as she sat down on your cock. Then she looked over at Becca. "Well? Are you going to copy me or not?"