Now the fact that there was no one home didnt mean Bette wasnt bringing anyone there. The length of the visit being of course one night or even less. Bette fulfilled herself in a way that was compatible with work. ***** and work were intertwined in terms of time. The day and most of the evening was devoted to work, the night on the other was often used to find someone to fulfill her sexual needs. This was not on a regular basis of course, and Bette was tested regularly. She judged potential people according to her strength compared to theirs; if she was stronger then they were nominated. Bette brought them home; she would never go to a hotel, partly because she secretly wanted to impress the other. Bette indeed had a fabulous home, well decorated. Her sexual style was that of someone well-versed in the art of seduction. For her entire life Bette had got what she wanted due to the concentration she put in. This was no different in terms of *****; the lucky ones chosen swooned in her practiced arms. Bette did feel insecure in the arms of the other however, she rarely allowed the temporarily chosen to be in total control. Of course an orgasmic release was something she was not adverse too, it was just that Bette had never fully allowed herself to be completely at the sexual mercy of another, with trust between them. The number of conquests was plenty; Bette did have many one-night stands. However sometimes one or two got under her skin and Bette felt certain affection for them. She even felt infatuation with a few, at least in the beginning. They always ended the same; they got too clingy or fell in love. At this Bette was unfamiliar, never had she God-forbid fell in love. The closest she came to was when one left her in a huff and all she ate for the next few days was comfort-food. Bette inevitably gained experience from her conquests. She had an open-mind and was not averse to trying new things. Her sexual adventures was prolific however when things required a great amount of trust she abstained. This guard was noticeable to those around her and even though all professed a great respect and affection, no one had yet quite managed to get fully under her skin.

That is until tonight. However Bette did not know this so strutting around she finally spotted her curator and walked over. Karla Brown was a dumpy sort of woman but very talented. This did not prepare her for being employed by Bette Porter however, and Karla had never worked harder in her life. Sighing silently at the sight of her boss Karla nevertheless greeted her warmly and with respect. Bette was just about to speak; her mouth was open, when a deep voice called out her name. Bette turned around. It was Eric, an acquaintance of hers in the entertainment business she went to school with. Because of this familiarity both often did little favors for the other. Once Bette needed better press and Eric brought the whole LA media it seemed, even those not affiliated with the Art World. In return Bette credited him in all printed things and referred many other gallery owners to him, thus making Erics business better. And even though Eric did have a little crush on Bette the relationship remained cordial and professional. After an initial hello Eric motioned to the person beside, a woman. Bette looked at her. This was not a woman, it was something ethereal. Her hair was the colors of gold, skin palebeautifully pale, pink pert lips, clear blue eyes, such a well-structured face with a body slight and slender maybe an inch or two shorter than Bette. She smiled, that was all Bette could do and the other woman smiled back. Butterflies hit her stomachthat smile lit up this womans face; she was obviously unaware of the power of her beauty. Bette didnt catch her name, which was Tina, and Bette was unfamiliar with the feeling that went through her. She hadnt felt it before so of course Bette wouldnt know. She thought it was her body responding to the beauty of a potential conquest. Only years later could Bette accurately pinpoint what rushed through her body al those years ago.

She had come undone.