So after that night, things cooled down for a little bit. Basically, Emma and John got into a big fight about what happened. According to what Emma told Becca, John felt tremendous guilt, shame, and regret during and after the whole experience, but Emma didn’t want to go back to being semi-celibate.
Now, some of you (rightfully) pointed out that Becca is a bit.. toxic. Let me provide some more context on that. In addition to her killer body and the fact she’s a sex freak, she’s actually a very ambitious and driven woman in her professional life. She works at an investment bank on Wall Street specializing in mergers and acquisitions. I don’t entirely understand what tht means at a technical level, but what I do know is that she spends 80 hours a week stressed the fuck out facilitating deals to the tune of tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars. I used to lovingly call her “my Little Miss Executive”. If any of you know more about this industry, you probably know that it’s stressful as fuck and can really suck, especially if you get stuck with a shitty team. Well, she was on a fucking terrible team. She spent 80 hours a week getting mentally fucked by her boss, partners, clients, random VP’s, etc. At the end of the day, she was exhausted and needed a release.
John and Emma seemed out for good, but on that Sunday night with them, she found that ever so sweet release that she needed. She found it in doing some mental fucking of her own. She wasn’t about to give up this game just yet and let her new toys slip through her fingers.
As such, she set up a “meeting” with John and Emma a few weeks after the incident. We were to all go out to brunch, but she didn’t clue us in on the reason. Up until this point, we’d hung out in other mutual groups, but nobody had brought up the incident.
We got to the restaurant, sat down, and the first thing that Becca did was order bottomless mimosas for the table. The conversation was mundane, talking about work or recent pop culture bullshit; however, I noticed that Becca’s demeanor was different. She wasn’t her normal bubbly or fiery self. To the contrary, she was a lot more tame, dry, and… professional? Not sure how best to explain it. It felt like I was in a business meeting with her, it was pretty surreal.
There was a lull in the conversation, which Becca capitalized on by switching topics…
“I believe we need to address the elephant in the room.”
No response.
“Our intention wasn’t to cause strife in your relationship. It was to bring you two closer together. And, frankly, I think we provided that service effectively.”
No response.
She continued: “Have you found an alternative solution to your… issue?”
No response.
“No? Emma, have your circumstances changed? Have your needs changed?”
Emma was silent. She avoided eye contact with Becca. Eventually, she squeaked out a soft “No.”
“No to what?” Becca asked her.
“No to all. No, we have not found another solution. No, the circumstances have not changed… and no, my needs have not changed.”
Becca let out a long sigh before continuing: “Guys, I just don’t understand here. That was the best fucking you’ve ever received in your life, no? Your first time cumming from penetration? Your orgasm was exactly 8 minutes long, I timed it. Maybe even the strongest you ever had?”
Emma sheepishly nodded.
Becca turned her attention to John: “What kind of man denies all of that to his girl?”
“What did I get out of it…” he grumbled.
Becca scoffed at him, “What did you get? Do we need to recap? You are out to brunch with your lovely girlfriend today. This would not even be a discussion if we didn’t save you that night.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t get any..” he started, before Becca cut him off:
“Get any what? What did you give? What could you have given? Emma hasn’t gotten any for months now.” Goddamn. As you can see, she sometimes gets very passionate when she argues, and she has that killer instinct. She then transitioned into her sales pitch:
“Here’s what I’m proposing. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Emma comes over to our place and has her needs fulfilled. Tuesday and Thursday, I come to yours, and Emma and I fulfill your needs, John.”
I was stunned at what I was hearing (as were Emma and John). I was about to object, but Becca could sense it, and she put her hand on my knee under the table. Basically a signal which I knew meant “trust me with this.” So I kept my mouth closed and just listened.
Emma and John looked at me for my reaction.. to which I just nodded in approval.
Emma accepted quicker than I expected. John still seemed a bit hesitant. He objected, “Hold on, why do I get two days and he gets three?”
Becca quickly corrected him: “She gets three. This is for her needs. And because if you don’t agree to these terms, then she will leave you otherwise.” Oof. Ice fucking cold. She went right for the jugular. That’s my Little Miss Executive lmao. But then she continued, “and consider the extra day back pay for over 6 months of not fucking her”. My god, the man was already dead, why’d she have to continue beating on him?
Becca was sitting up completely straight, confident as ever, staring John down. Unwavering in the assertion of her dominance in this negotiation.
John wouldn’t make eye contact with her, and looked over towards me. I tried not to flinch or give any reaction. I stared at him, though not as aggressively as Becca. I was a bit more relaxed and laid back, trying my best to put on a calm and reassuring demeanor.
After a minute or so of silence, John turned back to Becca, “What times are you available on Tuesdays and Thursdays?”