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You grinned. "Alright, good to know. No hickies in places that show at work."

"Mmm, you tease," she hummed. "Where would you put them?"

This was escalating to a place you were happy to go. Sabrina seemed like she was even bolder than usual when she was in front of a camera. First at the restaurant and now on this call, she seemed to let her kink out just a bit more.

"Well, the inside of your breasts," you said. "Or maybe the undersides so that if you wear a really short crop top you might still show it off. And the inside of your thighs. And maybe one right next to your little exclamation point."

"Did you like that?" she asked. "I just did it a couple of days ago. Nothing I've posted has shown it yet."

"It's very cute," you said. "And shows off your sparky personality."

She preened on the screen for a moment, playing up revelling in my compliments, before rolling back onto her side and looking at her phone on a more even plain.

"So, John, tomorrow I'm going to need you to ask Gemma for drinks after work."

You blinked, surprised at the sharp turn in the conversation. "Ah, what? Why?" you asked, trying to cover that you had a big hint as to why already after eavesdropping earlier.

"Because I think she would be good for you, and you'd be good for her," Sabrina said. "And because if we're going to be fucking around don't want to deprive her of a good dick like yours. She could really use it."

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You were getting a heavy dose of conversational whiplash and it was starting to fuck with you. At the top of your mind was the fact that you knew things that you weren't supposed to know.

"OK, OK," you said. "Hold on a sec, I think I need to do some catching up here. What does Gemma have to do with you and me?"

Sabrina blew an errant strand of hair away from her face and then took my sunglasses off so she was looking at me through the camera. "First, there's only five of us interns. Of the three guys, you're the only one worth dating. I wasn't planning on dating anyone this summer because of, well, y'know. But now we've fucked up the dynamic, and I pissed off Gemma because she's been flirting with you for weeks."

"Wait, what?" you stopped her. "No she hasn't."

Sabrina raised one her thin eyebrows. "Dude, what was all that teasing between you two? And being helpful to each other all the time?"

"Gemma's been teasing everyone," you said. "And we've all been helping each other."

Sabrina shook her head. "No, you've been helping everyone. Gemma only pays it back to me because I'm the only other girl, and you because she's interested. And you two tease each other, Gemma only pokes fun at Andy and Eric. It's a laughing with you, laughing at them distinction."

You rested your head back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Was all of this true? Were you that blind, or was Sabrina playing it up to try and fix her relationship with Gemma?

"OK, I just-" you said, then sighed. "Look, I'm new to this whole no-strings thing we agreed to. Just bear with me for a second while I check the facts, OK?"

"Mhmm," Sabrina nodded.

"OK. So you and I are not dating. We are friends, and co-workers, and we're going to have sex. But we're not going to date. And you are telling me that I should date Gemma, our co-worker, and presumably have intimate relations with her at some point. While I'm still having sex with you. And you are totally OK with this."

Sabrina nodded again. "Plus you're maybe going to help me with my OnlyFans stuff. You did say you would."

"Sure, yes," you agreed. "Happy to help. But I just... me actively dating someone else, and maybe flirting or some office PDA in front of you, that's not going to make you jealous or anything?"

"No," Sabrina shook her head. "I mean, it might make me horny because I think you and Gemma are both hot. But we aren't dating."

"OK," you said. When you were honest with yourself after the conversation, you weren't sure if you believed that totally, but what were you going to do? Challenge the hot girl telling you to fuck the other hot girl? "So, last thing. Is this something Gemma is going to be OK with? Like, are you and I supposed to be a secret from her, or is she going to be aware? And like, if she does know how much is she supposed to know?"

Sabrina sighed and gave me a look through the camera. "Baby," then she smirked, "Daddy. You are jumping way further ahead than necessary. Just take her for drinks and see if you two even want to actually date, or if it's just summer flirting. If things are good and go further, I'll handle it."

You stared at Sabrina through the phone, and she stared back. Finally you sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, OK. What am I going to do, fight you on this or something?"

"Good," Sabrina smiled, which slid towards a smirk. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Oh my god, Sabrina," you snorted. "You're starting to make me think you've actually got daddy issues."

"Actually? My dad is a wonderful provider and completely loving to me and my sisters and mom," she said. "So no daddy issues here. Just a horny girl who you blue-balled today."

"Hey, that was not my fault," you said.

"Oh yeah?" She asked. "Then why haven't I been able to get these under control?" Sabrina scanned the phone down, showing off her small chest again, and used her free hand to slowly pull the cups of her bikini top aside until she was showing me her nipples, each one capping a perfect little pale titty and budded up firm with her arousal.

You cleared your throat and grinned as you shifted lower on the couch. "Well those just look like they need some seeing to," you said.

Sabrina pouted her lips and then teased one of her nipples, brushing it with her fingertips before slowly pulling on it and then letting it pop back, making her small breast jiggle for a moment. "Mmm, they really do. But there's other parts of me that need some attention as well."

She lowered the camera down her body, showing off her softly thin stomach and cute little belly button, then lower until that string bikini bottom was showing, the top of her pubic hair visible. "What do you think?"

"I think you are a professional, grade A, no competition, top notch tease if I've ever known one. God, you know how to push my buttons, Sabrina."

She hummed her delight at this, and then slowly tugged the bikini bottoms lower until her entire mound and the little exclamation point of her pubic hair was visible, but not her lips. "Ugh, you say the nicest things, John," Sabrina laughed. "I'm so fucking turned on right now, I feel like I might be leaking. Is there a wet spot?"

"Hard to tell," you said. "Black fabric isn't showing well on camera."

"Are you hard?" She asked you.