Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 141

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Chapter 141

A shower, with some gratuitous fondling of each other, ended the evening. Launching the first video felt a little anticlimactic. There wasn't any real fanfare, it was more just a click of the button and Sabrina giving you a kiss as the video uploaded and went live.

"Give it an hour or two," she said, wreathing her fingers together behind your neck as she looked up into your eyes with a soft smile. "The exhilaration comes from the numbers more than putting it live. Once the numbers start getting bigger it starts to feel like a real thing you did, and the comments that come with them make it personal."

"I'll follow your lead," you said, pulling her in for a hug and kissing her forehead.

Part of you wanted to fuck again, but for better or worse you needed to get home and be ready for work properly - not only was Joy gunning for you, but so was her mother now. And Garrison was going to be paying closer attention to if his thoughts on mentorship were real. You and the girls couldn't risk being late... which reminded you that Sabrina had disappeared at lunch.

You were already at the front door to the apartment, shoes on and kissing Sabrina goodbye when you remembered that.

"Hey, where did you go at lunch?" you asked.

Sabrina was thrown for a moment by the pivot, but broke into a grin. "Oh, that. I followed Joy and her mother to try and get some information. They went to this fancy restaurant and had lunch together. And would you be surprised to find out they are both cunts to the service staff?"

You snorted. "No I would not. Did you find out anything useful?"

"Ehn, not sure," she shrugged. "Nothing explosive happened and I couldn't actually hear their conversation, so we may need to do it a few more times to see if there's a pattern or something. Maybe we can discover the secret network of bitches they belong to or something."

"You know, it's kind of hot when you pretend to be a spy," You grinned.

"Who says I'm not a spy?" Sabrina chuckled. Then she held up her hands in a gun pose and put on a terrible Russian accent. "From Russia with love, mothafucka."

"Was that Russian, or Samuel L Jackson?" you laughed.

"Hey, Sammy J would make a great bond girl," Sabrina giggled with you, dropping her hands.

You left her after another long kiss, and she slapped your ass on the way out of her apartment.

The Uber home was quick and quiet - you had considered repaying the drop-in on Gemma, but your nearly late arrival at work that morning stopped you. Also the fact that your Uber bill had gone up significantly since you started seeing both women.

You were yawning to yourself as you stepped into your apartment, not taking the precaution of knocking before keying the door open, and you paid for it.

"Eek!" someone squealed in protest.

Your eyes shot open as your yawn cut off, and you were looking at Tasha in profile on the couch, naked and on top of Mosche. Your first thought, which probably should have told you something about your current mind state, was that she had pretty nice, mid-sized tits. Not as small as Sabrina, not as big as Gemma, but right down the middle.

Tasha, weirdly enough, wasn't the one who had made the Eek sound.

"John, what the fuck!?" Mosche yelled as he scrambled to try to preserve his modesty, then realized he should be trying to preserve Tasha's modesty more than his own, but that just ended up with him scrambling to try and reach a pillow or anything and coming up empty, so he just planted his hands over her tits to cover them.

"What the fuck yourself!" you said, slapping a hand over your eyes.

Tasha just started laughing.

"Get out!" Mosche yelled.

"I live here!" you said back.

"It's not a big deal, Moschey," Tasha said.

"What do you mean I'm not a big deal?" Mosche asked. "You said I was big."

"Not you. It," Tasha said. "John, it's fine. Really. We should have moved to the bedroom."

"I said that earlier," Mosche complained.

"Moschey, shut the fuck up," Tasha sighed.

"Look, I'll just head to my room," you said, still covering your eyes. "You guys do... whatever, but I'm going to need to head to the washroom in like thirty minutes so there's your fair warning."

"Thanks, John," Tasha said.

"What are you thanking him for?" Mosche asked.

"For not being pissed off or a creep?" Tasha said more than asked.

They were still bickering, though you thought Tasha may have started riding him again, by the time you got to your room and closed the door. You pressed your back to it and let out a long breath, shaking your head.

Well, at least things seemed to be working out for Mosche.

You took out your phone, starting to chuckle a little, and texted the group chat.

You: I just walked in on Mosche and Tasha fucking on the living room couch.

Sabrina: Bahahaha!

Gemma: She's cute. Who was on top?

Sabrina: Do you really need to ask? It was obviously her.

Gemma: True.

Sabrina: Did you get any pics? Tasha is hot.

You sighed again and rolled your eyes.

You: No I didn't get any pictures. That would be weird.

Sabrina: Says you. I bet if I asked she'd let me take a pic of her tits in his face. No harm in asking.

You: Sabrina, I love you, but I'm not doing that.

Gemma: Sabrina you can be so weird sometimes.

The three of you bantered a bit more over the group texts, and then both of them sent you, and each other, Good Night pics of their boobs.

Life, you decided despite all the chaos at your internship, was pretty fucking great.