I arrived at the studio almost in a state of a druggie with withdrawal symptoms. My week off was over and it was the first day I had been away from Bette and Angelica. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then walked into the studio.

“Tina,” my assistant Maggie exclaimed walking toward me. I remember how Bette insisted on me hiring her because she was strictly straight and unattractive. But Maggie was a big help. She was a lot like James in the sense that she covered my ass whenever Bette made her random visits to fuck on my desk or on my couch. Gah! I gotta stop thinking about her! It’s like I’m attatched or something!

“How was your week off?” Maggie said with a kind smile.

“Relaxing,” I understated. In fact, it was amazing with Bette holding me our breasts rubbing together and our legs intertwining. With Bette taking care of me by fulfilling my heart’s desire. With Bette making love to me all night long until our sweaty bodies couldn’t move any more. Stop it Tina! Stop it! Ahhh!

“You okay?” Maggie said tilting her head in confusion.

“Uh yeah, just tired,” I said.

“Glad you had fun,” Maggie said with a grin handing me the screenplay, “you ready?”

“Which stage?” I said skimming through the script.

“Stage 39,” she answered handing me the keys to the golf cart.

“Thanks Maggie,” I said, “hey, you’ll have the actor profiles done by the end of the day?”

“Yes,” she answered as I mounted the vehicle. I focused my mind completely on my work, trying to not react to my body’s growing need to feel Bette. I was helpless because my mind kept drifting to my caramel-skinned wife and it was like being set free from solitary confinment. When we rapped for the day I was the first one out, and I headed home to my wife.

God I have to do something about this additcion, I’m so attached.

“Hey baby, how was work?” Bette said as I walked in, dressing the freshly showered Angelica in her Tinkerbell pajamas.

“Hi Momma T,” Angie screeched.

“Hey baby! Didn’t she shower at Kit’s?” I said, “work was great but I missed you.”