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"I- well-" she stuttered. She took a step back and hugged herself, her face having gone from deep terror to flushed embarrassment in moments. "I just- Fuck." Sabrina leaned back against the counter across from the photocopiers. "Ever since I started, I've been worried about someone finding out. I guess I just sort of jumped to the worst-case scenario. I don't think you'd do that, John, but to be honest we don't really know each other that well."

"Well, I'm not an evil blackmailing asshole," you said. "The only reason I was asking was because if it was you, I wasn't sure you knew someone could find you."

OK, so you weren't being entirely truthful. That still didn't make you evil or an asshole. Maybe a bit dickish at worst.

"Wait, how did you find me?" Sabrina asked. "I only started a few weeks ago, and I never show my face."

Now it was your turn to start stuttering. "I, uh, well-" you said. "Alright, so my, ah, 'proclivities' lean towards amateur content. I honestly just stumbled across you while browsing the OnlyFans site, and I recognized the pattern on the carpet."

She raised an eyebrow and blinked in surprise. "That's it? The- the fucking carpet gave me away?"

"Well, I mean you also fit the body type as best I could tell," you said. "And it is a distinctive pattern."

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Sabrina sighed, releasing the tension she'd been holding in her shoulders as she leaned forward and breathed deeply for a moment.

The photocopier finished its job, and you moved forward and grabbed the survey sheets, sliding them into a folder to keep them from getting messed up. When you turned back around, Sabrina was up and standing straight again. Her mouth was open slightly and she was chewing on the corner of her lip, staring at you, deep in thought.

"Look, it's not a big deal," you said. "You're doing it for whatever reason you're doing it. From what I could tell, you're pretty damn good at it too. No judgment from me, I just didn't want something hanging between us and making it awkward."

"That's... very mature of you," she said. "Honestly, John, when I think about it I sort of would have expected you to be giggling like a horny fourteen-year-old boy about this."

"Oh, that horny little bastard is buried deep inside for sure," you laughed. "He's there, I'm just better at letting him have controlled breaks than other college guys."

Sabrina snorted softly and gave you the first smile she'd cracked since you'd breached the subject. "Well, good to know," she said. She hesitated a moment. "So we're OK, then? No... weirdness? You're not going to come on to me for being an amateur-" she glanced at the door and dropped her voice to a whisper, "-an amateur pornstar?"

"We're good, Sabrina," you said. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I might still flirt with you, but that's because I've thought you were the hottest girl in any of my classes for the past two years, not because of your side gig."

"You really think I was the hottest?" she asked. "What about that blonde girl with the swoopy hair and the ass?"

You knew who she was talking about immediately, even if neither of you seemed to know the girl's name. "Nah, she always had that resting bitch face going. I also think she was banging the TA, she'd always adjust her bra and push up her cleavage when he was looking."

"You noticed that too!?" Sabrina said. "Oh my God, I thought I was imagining that."

She started heading for the door. "Come on. We better get going," she said. Then she turned around and pressed herself close to you, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pulled you into a hug. "Thanks for not being a creep," she whispered. "You're actually a pretty good guy, John."

"You're welcome," you said, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her back for a long moment before letting her go.

"You get to what!?" Eric said from his seat in the conference room.

"We're doing surveys at another company," you grinned. You had stopped off in the Intern's shared conference room/bullpen to pick up some extra pens and the phone charger you kept at work.

"This is so unfair. Why the hell do you get to do stuff and we don't?" Eric demanded.

"Because he got here first," Gemma said, waving Eric off like the annoying drone he was. "My question is why you and Sabrina get to go together."

Gemma was equal parts beautiful and smart. She'd just completed a semester abroad at the local State university and had decided to do a summer internship here as well before heading back to Australia. Gemma was the kind of girl you expected to be on a beach taking pictures for I*******m - fit-but-curved body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a neat braid for work. She often wore business slacks or pencil skirts that went halfway down her shins, and simple blouses that were just tight enough to show off her form without being considered scandalous.

To be honest, Gemma would have been the walking Wet Dream of the office intern pool if it wasn't for Sabrina's natural charm and charisma. Sabrina just had a way about her that ingratiated her to people, and while she wasn't as aggressively beautiful as Gemma, she had that all-American attitude and confidence without being overbearing.

"Sabrina came in right after Eric and helped me out finding files for Garrison, so we delivered them together," you said.

"What the hell, dude. Why didn't you get me to help you?" Eric asked.

"You didn't ask or offer. Besides, even if I had asked you, you would have just laughed it off," you said.

"Not if I knew there was a reward like this," he scoffed.