Its hot today. Summer feels like it has officially begun and it has to be over one hundred degrees outside. Add to that the humidity and it is definitely a stay inside day. You recently moved into your first apartment as you spend the summer after your freshman year of college interning with a prestigious law firm. Yes, you’re not the hardest worker and may have had a lucky connection that helped you land this highly sought-after internship after only a single year of college education, but that’s beside the point.
More importantly, one of your college classmates also happens to be interning at the same firm this summer. Sabrina is beautiful in every sense of the word. Some girls turn heads immediately on the sidewalk whether its because of the revealing outfits they wear, their makeup/hair or the entourage they hang with. Sabrina is one of those girls that passes you by, and then a second later you realize and turn to try and catch another glimpse. Porcelain skin, long and straight dark hair, slender with an hourglass figure and breasts easily large enough to satisfy any man – Sabrina is just beautiful. Her most attractive feature to you is her face: angelic with large green eyes, flawless skin and a few, hard-to-notice freckles that are visible up close to highlight her shining smile.
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You’re bored and maybe just a little horny, so you open up your internet browser and navigate to Onlyfans. You recently signed up for an account, mainly to see what all the hype is all about. The pornstars on generic porn sites have become less interesting to you, especially after your first year of college during which you lost your virginity and managed to bed enough college girls that the girl-next-door type is just simply more appealing. Besides, you’ve always had a thing for innocent amateurs, and Onlyfans seems to cater more towards that subset.
You spend some time clicking around before stumbling across a new girl’s page. It appears to be a relatively new account with few subscribers. “Kat18” is the username, and the short description reads, “I’m a college girl that only just turned 18, so I’m new. Be nice!” The subscription is fairly hefty at $25/month but you subscribe anyways.
You immediately start browsing through her pictures. The girl’s body is jaw-dropping. She’s thin and young, with smooth, pale skin and a tight ass. She has a set of pictures of herself on her bed starting off in a schoolgirl outfit, then stripping out each article of clothing until she is naked. The last photo of the set shows her bending over on all fours, her insanely tight-looking pussy on display. You’re annoyed however that none of the pictures reveal the girl’s face.
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You browse through some of Kat18’s videos. She doesn’t have that many, there’s one of her stripping and rubbing some oil over her chest. You barely resist replaying that video and watching her lather her tight body up with oil until its glistening while you jack yourself. There’s a couple more posts to look through before you want to relieve yourself.
You click to the next video, which starts with the camera looking up from the floor. The girl is sitting in an office chair, wearing a skirt with her legs crossed. She slowly uncrosses her legs, spreading them. Her hand moves slowly from on top of the desk to below as she grabs the hem of her skirt and slowly pulls it up. You see now that she has no panties on, her tight teenage pussy glistening, clearly wet and turned on. She moves her hand further up until it reaches her lips and she beings to touch herself slowly in light circular motions.
Then you notice something. You can see she is in a small office cubicle by herself with carpet flooring. The flooring is the same diamond pattern that you have in your cubicle. Its rather distinct and on of the first things you noticed last week during intern orientation.
The pieces start to fall into place in your head. Could that be one of your coworkers? Who could it be? From all the pictures Kat18 is young and gorgeous, and that leaves only a few options. No way. Could it be Sabrina?
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Chapter 1
You spent all evening wondering about what you should, or could, do. If Kat18 was actually Sabrina – and considering your thorough and in depth review of every photo and video she had posted, you were about 80% sure it was her – you had a big secret over her. A girl like her, smart and driven, would get hit hard by a secret like this coming out. If anyone in management at the firm found out she would probably lose her internship, especially if they found out she was doing it at work. Even if they kept the reason quiet, she’d be screwed interviewing for next summer as well, and that would make it harder and harder to find a really good job coming out of school.
Every time you thought about how much this side-gig would ruin her life, you always came back to one question. Why would she do it?
Sabrina, for all that she was highly attractive, was also whip smart. You’d had several classes with her, not that you’d been friends, and she was the kind of girl who read every scrap of the assigned readings a week ahead and had all the answers when a Prof actually bothered to stop reading off of their slides. There was no way she had anything but excellent grades, which would come with merit scholarships. Was it other money problems? Was it the rush?
By the time you were trudging in to work the next day, plenty of scenarios had built up in your mind. There were so many ways you could hold a secret like this over her – getting her to do your work at the company, and getting her to do your classwork when you were back in school. Cleaning your shitty little apartment. Cleaning your apartment naked was an especially fun fantasy.
For a little bit, deep in your second jerk-off session of the night while you were ‘researching’ one of her videos, you even imagined leveraging her for filthy, nasty, no-holes-barred sex.
The post-nut guilt after that one had been a little heavy, which you took as a sign that you were still a generally good person.
“Morning,” you said to the secretary. She was a pretty woman, probably just a couple of years out of college herself, but she didn’t even bother looking up at you. The most she had ever acknowledged you walking into the building was her customary one lifted finger, waving you on.
“Morning Sir,” you said as you stepped off the elevator onto the third floor of the office building. The legal firm owned the entire building, but occupied the first four of the eight floors. Mr. Garrison, one of the Partners, glanced up from where he was digging in a filing cabinet near the elevators. He wore a sharp suit that fit his frame, but you could tell at one point he’d been a much larger man judging by the way his face looked sort of hollow and the skin on his neck hung loosely around her smart collar and tie.
“Hey, kid,” he grunted. “Finally someone shows up. Here, dig around this cabinet and find me everything in the Vernic Company file. I don’t care what else you’ve got waiting for you at your desk, this happens now, got it?”
Slinging your messenger bag from your shoulder, you stepped forward with a nod. “Absolutely, sir. Any other names I should look under just in case?”
“You can try Piper Co., but that rename happened twenty years ago and everything should have been moved over into the new file,” he said. “Bring it to me ASAP, and maybe I’ll find you something more interesting to do today.”
“No problem,” you said to Garrison’s back as he stormed off deeper into the building.
You checked the drawer that the Senior Partner had been rifling through – he’d made a mess of it, and based on the labels on the front he hadn’t been anywhere near the right spot. You quickly stuffed the moved files back in place and slammed the drawer shut before moving one column over and looking for the V drawer.
“Hey John,” Eric said, coming off the elevator. He was another of the five interns working for the summer, but had come from out of state. His Dad had some sort of connection to the firm and had hooked him up with the position. “What’s up?”
“Just file-digging,” you said, waving him off. “Garrison caught me coming off the elevator. Shouldn’t take more than a couple minutes.”
“Hah, well have fun with that,” Eric laughed. “From what I hear, Garrison has a temper on him.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered as your fellow intern strolled back towards the big conference room that the firm turned into an intern bullpen in the summers. You’d heard some similar things about Garrison as well, but you also had his promise of ‘more interesting work’ on your mind. So far you were a few weeks into your internship and had pretty much just been digitizing old records one page at a time, highlighting key words in immense legal briefs, and taking coffee and lunch orders. You totally understood that’s what you’d been hired to do, but that little dangled more interesting…
“Good morning, John,” Sabrina said, stepping off of the elevator. She was wearing a long black knit skirt that went past her knees and a tight black and purple sweater over a collared shirt, and had a Starbucks iced coffee in one hand as she balanced another four in her other since she’d gotten Morning Coffee duty for the day.
“Hey Sabrina,” you said. “Looking good.” Wait, what? You’d never said something like that to her before. Commenting on her looks in the office, in this day and age? Fuck, if she took it the wrong way…
“Thanks,” she grinned. “I love this outfit, but I was already getting a little hot on the walk over from Starbucks. I’m worried I’ll be sweating by noon if that AC doesn’t kick on.”
Phew. She took it well.
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Oh, Garrison’s got me pulling some files. He caught me coming off the elevator and seemed in a rush.”
“Oh, really? Do you need any help?” Sabrina asked.
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Chapter 2
“Honestly, no, but Garrison seemed pretty amped and offered something better to do if I could get it done quickly. Gimme a hand and we can deliver his coffee at the same time.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said. “Thanks!”
You were able to quickly locate the Vernic file, which was easily six inches wide and bursting with loose papers. Meanwhile you got Sabrina to start looking in the P’s for the possible Piper Co. file. You dug around in the vicinity of Vernic, and found a secondary file labeled ‘Vernic TM’ and another one labeled ‘Vernic Ltd’, so you grabbed those files as well.
“Nothing on Piper,” Sabrina said, but she lifted up a file anyways. “I did Pipar Co. though. Think it’s mislabeled or something?”
“Can’t hurt to check,” you said. You leaned in next to her as she opened up the file so you could both scan the contents. Her shoulder pressed into your side but she didn’t react, just quickly scanning down the page with a finger faster than you could read. She flipped the papers fast and you realized she was either amazing at looking for keywords, or she was speedreading.
“Mmm, doesn’t look like anything Piper. It’s all Pipar,” she said, turning to look up at you.
God, she’s pretty, you thought. You felt like you could fall into those green eyes. You also couldn’t help but think about all the gorgeous, nasty pictures you’d seen of her. Well, probably her.
“Well, let’s bring it anyway just in case,” you said.
“Sounds good,” Sabrina nodded. You took the folder from her and added it to your stack while she picked up the tray of Starbucks she’d set down.
“Thanks for the help,” you said as you both started walking down the hall, across that same diamond-pattern carpet you’d first recognized in her photos.
“Hey, if this gets us out of digitizing for the morning, I think I owe you,” she said.
“Careful, I might hold you to that,” you laughed.
“Do it! Favours are just about the only currency we’ve got as interns,” she grinned. “Of course, that means I’d be able to call on you for a favour, too. And I’m a bit of a princess, if what my sisters say is true.”
I snorted and smirked. “No, really? I would never have guessed.”
“Oh!” she scoffed and nudged you with an elbow. “I guess chivalry really is dead.”
She said it at the perfect time for you to shuffle the files to one arm and open the door for her. “After you, Princess.”
“Alright, maybe not dead,” she laughed.
You got to Mr. Garrison’s office, which had the big oak door currently thrown open. He was staring intently at his computer screen, which was turned away, and pounding at his keyboard as he quickly typed something.
Knocking first, you entered and Sabrina followed you in. “Got the files, sir.”
“And I’ve got your coffee order,” Sabrina said.
Garrison grunted and looked at you from around his computer screen. “Great, good. Could have been faster, but good enough.” He reached out a hand and you passed over the files.
“That’s the main Vernic file, a Vernic TM file, and a Vernic Limited file. Sabrina also helped out and found a Pipar Co file, which we weren’t sure was related or not.”
“Hmm,” Garrison grunted again, then flipped through the Pipar file. “Huh, fucking interns. Not you two, this is good work finding this. I mean interns from twenty years ago, and every year since then.”
Sabrina reached forward and set Garrison’s coffee on his desk as the Partner mumbled to himself as he read a few pages quickly.
“Anything else, sir?” you asked him after a minute.
“Yes, actually,” he said. He slammed the files down on an empty part of his desk and turned, yanking some papers out of another file on his desk. “Darryl is out sick again today, and he was supposed to go do employee surveys down at Chambers all day today. You two take these, make about a hundred copies of them, and then head over to the Benthouse building on Fifth. Chambers is an architecture and specialty construction firm, we’ve been contracted to consult with them on best practices. They’ll set you up in a private room and you’ll be running employee surveys. Just read them the paragraph at the top of the sheet, make sure they answer all the questions and sign it on the last page. Pretty boring, but at least it’s a change of scenery for you.”
It was definitely a change of scenery, and a huge responsibility if it was something that was usually trusted to an associate. They were already lawyers, for fuck’s sake.
“You got it, sir,” you said.
“Absolutely. We won’t let you down,” Sabrina said.
“Great, fine. Just don’t embarrass us over there. They should be expecting you,” Garrison grunted.
You and Sabrina left with the papers and immediately headed for the copy room.
“Oh. My god,” Sabrina said quietly as you walked. “John, this is huge. Thank you so much for letting me tag in.”
“My please,” you said. “But, like you said, you owe me one.”
“Definitely,” she nodded.
The copy room was a crowded closet filled with a line of four photocopiers on one side and a wall of various types and colors of papers on the other. Sabrina immediately set one of the machines working as she fed the survey papers into it. You glanced her over, taking in her tight little body and the way her ass jutted out as she leaned over the machine.
She was in a good mood, and felt like she owed you one. There was trust between you, at least a little. You were about to spend all day together, and you could either sit on your questions all day and inevitably start to make things awkward by staring at her too much, or you could just ask her.
Fuck it, you thought. Now or never.
“Hey Sabrina,” you said, clearing your throat. “Ah, this is kind of inappropriate, but we’re about to spend a lot of hours in the same room together and asking you this now gives you an out if you want to stay here, instead of asking you at the end of the day. Did you start an OnlyFans account and take pictures in the office?”
Sabrina slowly turned from the photocopier to you, her face stony and her eyes wide.
Oh, shit. Maybe this was a mistake.
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Chapter 3
To be fair, the question was definitely out of order. Your reasoning, at least in your head, was that springing it on her after hours of being around each other would make the eventual question even more awkward and taint whatever positive interactions happened.
You definitely weren’t thinking the same way as Sabrina stared you down.
The expression on her face was cold, her eyes wide and focused on you. Had it been a minute? Or a second? You two were locked in on each other and the lump in your throat matched the lump that had been in your pants before this conversation.
Sabrina opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again without making a sound.
“Look, I know how inappropriate a question that was, and I’m sorry I had to ask it, but it was either that or sit on it and make things worse later on,” you said. The reasoning sounded like an HR complaint, firing and maybe even a lawsuit waiting to happen.
“How did you find out?” she whispered.
Oh. Oh, shit. That look on her face wasn’t anger, it was fear.
“Please, John, just don’t tell anyone,” she sobbed softly. Her stoney facade had broken and she was desperate. “If anyone finds out I could lose everything. Just- please? I’ll do anything. Please?”
“Sabrina, I-”
“I’ll blow you,” she said, and got down on her knees. “Every day for the rest of the summer. Just please promise not to tell anyone?” She was already reaching for my belt and zipper. It was like a dream, her on her knees in front of you, begging to suck your dick.
But the look on her face wasn’t sexy, or sultry, or seducing. It was panic, and fear. Her big eyes weren’t because she was aroused, it was guilt and sadness.
“Jesus Christ, Sabrina,” you said, taking her hands in yours before she could start unbuckling your belt. You pulled her back up to her feet. “Just hold on a second. All I did was ask a question.”
“What?” she asked. The look on her face screamed relief and confusion in equal measures. “You don’t-?”
“Hey, don’t get me wrong,” you said. “You’re making a really compelling case to just go along with what you were saying, but do you seriously think I’m the kind of guy to just… blackmail you like that?”
“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.
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Chapter 4
“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 Instagram – fit body, apple cheeks and a perfect tan, brilliant teeth, and platinum blonde hair that she folded into a beat 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.
“I think that’s the point of a reward,” Gemma said. “You earn them by being a good worker and a good person, Eric. Not just because you want them.”
“Whatever,” Eric said. “Fine. Leave me and Gemma and Andy to do all the real work. We’ll make sure to leave your shares waiting for you.”
“You do that,” you sighed. “Later.”
Eric grunted. Gemma smiled, just a touch of jealousy in her expression, but she waved and gave a little wink.
That wink would have carried you on cloud nine all day on any other day. Instead, you barely registered it as you left the intern bullpen with your messenger bag slung over your shoulder and headed towards the elevator.
“Got everything?” Sabrina asked as you met her there.
“Yup,” you said. “Eric is super jealous.”
“Hah, good,” Sabrina laughed. “Maybe he’ll put in a little more work instead of checking his phone all the time. He is obsessed with Hinge.”
The elevator dinged and opened, and Andy came stumbling out. Andy was the kind of tall, shaggy-haired kid who you assumed was either going to drop out of school to go become a tech mogul, or drop out of school to become a burnout in whatever bumfuck suburb he’d rolled out of. Unfortunately for him, it was looking more and more like it was the latter.
“Hey guys,” Andy said, then put a hand to his mouth and stifled a burp. He looked like shit, with dark rings under his eyes and slightly pale. “Am I late?”
“Five minutes,” you said, checking the time on my phone. “Not as bad as yesterday.”
“Anyone been looking for me? I had a rough morning.”
“Not yet,” Sabrina said. “Try not to throw up on your way back there.”
“Nice,” he said, and offered a raised hand for a high five.
You winced, but couldn’t leave him hanging with that expectant, idiot look on his face. You slapped his hand, which was unfortunately weak-fingered for a guy offering the high five, and you and Sabrina moved past him into the elevator.
Andy was halfway around the corner, and the elevator doors were closing, when he stopped and blinked, then looked bat at you. “Hey, where are y-”
The doors shut, cutting him off.
“That guy really needs to get his shit together,” Sabrina said.
“How many times do you think Gemma is going to have to wake him up today?” you asked.
She made a show of pondering for a moment, pursing her lips to the side and tapping her cheek.
God, she’s cute, you thought.
“Hmm, I’m thinking three times this morning, then five this afternoon unless they move him somewhere else in the office. That room gets so warm in the afternoon.”
“I was thinking four total, but only because he leaves work sick by lunch,” you said.
“Ooh, good point.”
The elevator reached the ground floor quickly and you two walked out.
“Hey, Becks,” Sabrina said to the secretary. “Guess what? John and I get to go do some work outside the office!”
The secretary, who until now you weren’t even sure had a name since she was so unengaged from you every day, looked up and her usually stony expression flickered into a smile. “Hey, that’s great, Sabrina. Congratulations. You too, John.”
Sabrina waved as you two left the building and stepped out onto the downtown street. It was only 9:30, but the sidewalks were busy and the summer sun was already well on it’s way to turning this into a hellishly hot day.
“That might be the first time she’s ever even looked at me,” you said.
“Who? Becks? Aw, she’s so sweet though,” Sabrina said.
“Yeah, maybe to you,” you said. “I say hello to her every morning and she never even looks at me.”
“Well, come on,” Sabrina said. “Maybe we just need to work on your Secretary-whispering.”
You two headed off, winding your way through downtown towards the Benthouse building.
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Chapter 5
It was a ten minute walk through downtown before we got to the Benthouse building. The immense structure was one of the old style of skyscrapers, with lots of fancy stonework around the modernized revolving glass doors, and way far up you could see the same stonework on the upper corners of the building. They’d even shot a scene of that latest Batman movie on top of it, featuring one of the gargoyles as Bats himself looked out over the city.
Benthouse was a 32 story edifice, and as you and Sabrina walked through the doors, you were greeted by a big, two-story entry hall with vaulted ceilings that looked like they would have been more at home in a museum than an office building.
“The registry is over here,” Sabrina said, and you followed her over to the big plaque on one of the walls near the elevators. There were easily fifty businesses listed, etched into little black metal plates. You searched for a moment and found Chambers Architecture up on the 24th floor.
You and Sabrina went over to the elevators and you pushed the call button.
“Things aren’t weird between us now, right?” Sabrina asked you quietly.
“Hmm?” you hummed. “Oh, um, no, I don’t think so. Are they weird for you?”
“Well, I was just thinking… you’ve, like, well you looked at my content, right?” she asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “I, uh, yeah I did.”
“So you’ve seen… yeah…” Sabrina said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. I’d seen her naked. I’d seen her giving blowjobs to a dildo. I’d seen her secretly flashing in public. I’d seen her come on her fingers, and using her dildo. I’d seen her trying out a buttplug.
The elevator opened and we moved inside.
“So-”
“Hold the elevator, please!” someone called.
You hit the Open Door button, and a trio of younger businessmen trampled into the elevator. They were maybe in their mid-twenties, all dressed up in suits but looking a little worse for wear like they’d been running.
“Thanks,” said one, as the other two were panting.
You hit the 24th Floor button, then the 18th at the request of the least-winded Suit.
“So, did you like watching the… movies?” Sabrina asked, once the elevator doors were closing.
She wants to have this conversation here? What was she thinking?
“I did, yeah,” you said, carefully choosing your words. “They were a lot of fun. And the endings were, ah, satisfying.”
“Oh,” she said, and blushed. “Well, that’s good to know.”
“Are you two guys movie people?” asked one of the Suits. “What movies?”
“Um,” Sabrina said, lost for words.
“Oh, I’d never seen the Harry Potter movies before,” you covered. “I’m only part way through them though. I’m kind of looking forward to seeing more of them, but my friend here has been lending them to me.”
Sabrina blushed a little deeper, but her pouty smirk was pleased.
“What!?” the Suit practically exploded. “How has a guy your age not seen Harry Potter? Did you grow up living under a rock or something?”
“I, uh, just never got into them as a kid,” I said.
“Look, my dude. I’ve got a little side project, it’s a podcast. I know, I know, everyone has a podcast these days,” the guy said. His two associates were rolling their eyes to each other. “But it’s about movies. You should look us up, we give all sorts of reviews and suggest watch lists.”
“Uh, sure,” you said. “What’s it called?”
“You can find us on like, iTunes and Spotify. It’s called Big City Blockbusters.”
“Cool,” I said, nodding. “I’ll check it out…”
“Awesome, you’ll love it,” the guy said, grinning.
The elevator came to a stop and Sabrina rocked with the motion, bumping into you from the side. All three of the suits started to exit. None of us said anything, and soon Sabrina and I were alone in the elevator again.
Sabrina started snickering first, but you followed soon after.
“What the fuck?” she laughed, then slapped your arm. “You thought they were satisfying?”
“Well I didn’t want to lie,” you chuckled. “But what did you want me to say, asking me that with those guys in here?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to see what you’d do,” she said.
“Well, now you know,” you said.
Sabrina took a moment to fix her hair, looking into the mirror mounted to the side of the elevator. You watched her, and she saw you looking and smiled at you.
“So. Satisfying, huh?” she asked, meeting your eye.
Now it was your turn to blush a little. “Yeah. Yes. You’re a very beautiful woman, Sabrina. But I think you also put a lot of your personality into it, which is even more attractive.”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling and turning away from the mirror to look at you directly. “I don’t know why, but I try really hard to like… connect with people, even if I’m not showing my face.”
“It worked for me. Maybe too well,” you said. “You do a pretty good job of disguising your voice with those whispers, but between the carpet and just being you, I figured it out.”
The elevator dinged again as it reached your destination.
“Well,” Sabrina said, turning to the doors. “At least I know my fans appreciate more than just my body.”
“I never said I was a fan,” you said, following her out of the elevator.
“You’re not?” she asked.
We’d stepped out into a little elevator lobby area, with a hallway splitting and leading out into the building. Signs mounted to the wall pointed towards Chambers Architecture in one direction, and an Importing business in the other.
“Well, I mean I’m not not a fan,” you said. “But I dunno, wouldn’t it be weird to be friends with a fan?”
Sabrina smirked and shook her head, but didn’t answer me. “Come on, John. Let’s work on your Secretary skills.”
She headed down the hall, and you followed. Ahead of you was a full panel glass door, beyond which was a nicer lobby room, separated from a large open-space office area dotted with work desk pods by a half-wall and a secretary desk. The woman behind the desk was cute but older than you two, maybe in her early thirties.
Sabrina went to open the door, and glanced back at you. “Just friends, huh?” she smirked at you, then was in and through the door. “Hi, good morning,” she said to the secretary.
