Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 221

Chapter 221

Work, it turned out, felt way better with more distance from the Joy situation. Not only was it simply more peaceful, but it gave you, Gemma and Sabrina time to focus on building more mentorship connections with Garrison. He had meetings with each of you, one a day, establishing new boundaries and mostly positing legal questions and giving you homework on ethics and philosophy.

What was more important, truth or loyalty? Should you prioritize short-term punishment or long-term reform? Should you value the individual or the community more when it comes to their rights?

Does mercy have a place in justice?

It was difficult stuff that ended up sparking debates among the three of you both at work and when you got together with the girls individually or in a group. And the fact that you didn't always agree, were able to argue and always feel heard and valued at the end of each discussion, left you feeling light in the chest and head.

Eric was back from his trip and raved on Monday morning about going on his little podcast tour, showing you three and Andy a bunch of pictures of him as he rattled off the names of people you had never heard of like they were major celebrities. By Tuesday he was planning his own podcast and you had to turn him down about co-hosting, but offered to help him research what he needed to get started equipment-wise - it turned out it wasn't much more than a smartphone with a decent plug-in microphone, but of course that wasn't enough for him. Eric wanted top-quality equipment so he would look professional.

The flip side of things was that while he was getting excited about the podcasting (which also kept him distracted from asking questions about the mentorship thing with Garrison), he was also left feeling a little hollow because by mid-week he wasn't getting nearly as many shout outs and likes on his social media platforms. The connections were drying up.

You worried he was going to get hungry for more content and chase the endorphin dragon.

Sabrina took you out on Tuesday for a quiet date night at the movies, and you held hands and made out in the theatre and couldn't tell Gemma a single thing about the movie the next day. Then Gemma took you out on Wednesday night to the same movie and made you sit and watch it, and it turned out it was really good - then the two of you fucked back at your place, and she fell asleep with your cum on her face and woke up in a panic the next morning needing to shower badly.

Thursday night you'd been hoping to spend time with both of them, but they apologized because they needed to do a Girl's Night with Becks because apparently her 'situationship' had broken up and Gemma and Sabrina wanted the cheer her up. Eric, catching wind that Gemma was 'blowing you off' for a Girl's Night, cornered you in the kitchen and went on a mini-rant about how you needed to be careful because guys who let their girls go out without them were asking to be cheated on.

You realized quickly that it wasn't a discussion, and he was repeating some sort of talking points he'd picked up from somewhere, so you just let him talk himself out, thanked him for his concern, and went back to work.

The fact that Gemma and Sabrina both kept you up to date with pictures from the bar all night, including both of them crashing at Becks' place that night for a slumber party and then sneakily taking a picture of Sabrina eating out Gemma in the bathroom of Becks' apartment late at night, had you very much not worried about your girlfriends cheating on you.

Friday, finally, we could be our unit together. Gemma had arranged our plans and brought us out to a little hole-in-the-wall kind of restaurant that turned out to be run by a lovely Polish family. The place was only half-full despite the fact that the food was delicious and you had to guess it was because of the kitschy decor that looked like it hadn't been updated since at least the 80s.

The three of you had been happily debating Garrison's latest ethical dilemma he'd set up based on current events - whether Parents had the right, legally, to dictate what schools taught or didn't teach their children. The three of you weren't really that far apart, mostly landing somewhere in the centre of the issue, and found yourselves hoping the fence back and forth in the discussion as you talked each other around with one point or another. You all agreed that it was too nuanced a case to come to a decision that night as dessert was served by the cute Polish waitress.

"M'kay," Sabrina said as she pointed down at her Papal Cream Cake after taking one bite. "This is really good."

"Can I have a bite?" Gemma asked.

"If I can have a bite of one of those Paczkis," Sabrina said. "They look like doughnuts."

"They are, and they're amazing," Gemma said. She held one of the deep-fried, sugared puffs of dough out to Sabrina to bite, and a big drop of the jelly landed on Sabrina's chin as she pulled away. That made them both laugh as she tried to lick it up and ended up needing to use her napkin, then Sabrina took a spoon full of her cream cake and fed it to Gemma.

"You two are so cute," you said with a smirk.

"You're just happy we share our delicious, cream-filled desserts so well," Gemma teased you.

"Maybe I am," you laughed. You'd gone for a simple bowl of ice cream and were regretting not getting something a little more exotic sounding.

"Speaking of sharing," Sabrina said, and then hesitated a moment. That got both your and Gemma's attention. "So... John and I filmed more content on Tuesday, right? And we've got things scheduled out for a few weeks. But sooner than later we'll need to do something... new. And the next thing that makes sense, since backdoor stuff isn't working for me, is to add another... partner. And I wanted to talk to you guys about that."

"I'm still definite on not wanting to be on camera," Gemma said.

"No, I know," Sabrina said, reaching over and grabbing her hand to assure her. "I wouldn't want that for you, anyways. It's a risk I chose to take, and even though it led to all this I'm still worrying a bit about someone else figuring it out. It means I can treat you guys to this dinner, but-"

You and Gemma both cut her off, demanding that you go dutch on the bill, and she accepted.

"But," she continued, "I don't think it would be the right fit for you, Gemma. Even though you'd make a killing."

"So what are you asking then, baby?" you asked Sabrina.

"I want to organize a threesome with someone that isn't... us," Sabrina said. "Another girl, though I'm not sure who. Maybe another model and we make a content deal. There are even some actual pornstars who do collabs and stuff. Or someone more amateur. Or maybe just someone local who doesn't know us too well and I could pay, or someone we know and trust. I dunno. I just wanted to open the conversation."

Gemma looked at you, and you looked back.

"No guys," Gemma said. "Threesome only?"

"For sure," Sabrina nodded. "There's a little part of me that would be interested academically in what two guys could be like, but I can get that from you two with the addition of a strap-on. Definitely another woman."

"What do you think, love?" Gemma asked you.

"I think it makes sense content-wise," you said. "So from a business perspective, it's probably the right move. From a personal one, I can't say enough that I am entirely happy to the point of being overwhelmed by the two of you so I don't think I'd ever ask for it myself. I think our relationship can handle it, especially after last weekend."

That made Gemma snort a little and Sabrina blush.

"OK, here's what I'm thinking," Gemma said, brandishing one of her doughnuts. "Yes, but I need to be there. And we make sure there's an ironclad agreement that whoever this woman is, she gets totally fucked if she reveals anything about our personal lives or who we are."

"I like it, but it might be weird if you're just there hanging out while we film content," Sabrina said.

"I'll be the camerawoman," Gemma said. "That way you're not limited to the tripods and I can worry about your faces and stuff not getting on film."

"You're sure?" Sabrina asked, reaching across the table again and taking Gemma's hand. "I don't want to do anything to screw this up."

"I am if you are," Gemma said, and then they both reached for your hands. "Love?"

"Alright," you agreed. "We're setting up a threesome."