“Hire me.” Tina suggested.

“What?!” Bette said with a chuckle. “You have a job.”

“Baby! I can help the band! I hate my boss, I have plenty of experience, and can dedicate all my time in making sure the label is successful. It’s perfect babe!”

Bette saw how serious Tina was about it.

“I don’t know, T. We weren’t going to sign other artists, we just…” Bette looked into Tina’s pleading eyes. “We can’t pay you anything, sweetheart.”

“I’ll work for hugs, kisses, and the occasional orgasm.” Tina replied.

“Occasional?” Bette asked puzzled.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a requirement. More like a bonus structure.” Tina answered playfully, lifting her eyebrows a couple of times to punctuate her statement.

“You’re serious?”

“Do you have investors? Start-up capital?”

“I have a little. It’s mostly my savings that I’m putting into this, but it was more of a passion project then a business venture, really.”

“Okay, look, you don’t have to say yes right now. It just seemed like the perfect opportunity and I got a little excited, that’s all. But if you have any questions, baby, I’m totally willing to help you guys out, okay?”

“Thanks, T.” Bette smiled as she looked into the hazel eyes she had fallen in love with. She rubbed her nose against Tina’s, content with woman she held in her arms. They started kissing once more, each taking turns dominating the kiss and enjoying the reciprocation.

“Don’t think I have forgotten about that carwash you owe me, Little Porter.” Tina said during a brief kissing reprieve. Bette just smiled.

——-

After finally detangling themselves from the sheets and each other, Tina jumped in the shower to get ready for work. Despite her strong desire to join her, Bette knew she should probably get the Beamer washed to please her woman. She had rummaged around Tina’s closet and found a plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue and green plaid boxers she could wear while accomplishing her task.

She moved her car to the street and backed Tina’s car out of the garage. Once she located a bucket, sponge, soap and the garden hose, Bette immediately set out to rinse the car off. She filled the bucket with soapy water and went over body of the car in great detail. It was one fine looking automobile, and she didn’t mind doing it for her girl.