You quickly find the door to Bridgette's apartment. The building isn't the nicest place, but it's not exactly a dump either. You knock on the door and several seconds later the door is opened by Hana.

"Hey, James! I hear you're gonna put in the new TV."

"You heard right, Hana."

"Thank God, that thing's been sitting on the floor for days now." You follow her in to the apartment. You take a few moments to admire her as you do. Hana is nearly the opposite of Bridgette. She is only a couple of inches over 5 feet and had jet black hair. She is also a first generation American born to Japanese immigrants. She is only 20, making her a few years younger than you and Bridgette are. Currently, she is attending the local college a few blocks away from the apartment building.

"Where's Bridgette?"

"She's just taking a shower, she should be out any minute. Are you all set out here? I have an essay to write."

"Yeah, I'm fine, you can go do your work." With that, Hana retreats to her bedroom leaving you alone in the living room.

You quickly get to work on the TV. You didn't realize just how little the girls have done with this TV. You are gonna have to run a cable across the room, mount it on the wall, hook up their surround sound, Blu-Ray player, etc. Damn, this TV and all of its' accessories probably costs more than this apartment. As you're working you hear the bathroom door open, and see Bridgette walk out. You are shocked to see that she's only wearing a towel.

"Oh, hey, James. I'm sorry, I thought I had a little more time before you got here. It looks good so far though."

"Oh... Uh, yeah. I'm almost done, so you guys can enjoy the new TV soon."

"Great. You're the best." She gives you a hug, which instantly makes you uncomfortable. You're nearly naked partner is now wrapped around you. "I'll be in my room. Let me know when you're finished."

She leaves you alone to finish your work. It's only a matter of minutes before everything is all set up. You knock on Bridgette's door to let her know.

"Come in!" You open the door and see Bridgette standing in only a robe.

"The TV is all set."

"Excellent. Thanks so much. The least I can do is offer you a beer, want one?"

"Sure, I have time for a beer." She leads you out into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she grabs two beers, opens them and hands one to you.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night."

"I'm sorry about that, I've never seen Katherine act like that before."

"Yeah, she's really jealous isn't she?"

"No matter how much I tell her that we're just coworkers, she just can't seem to accept it."

"You know what? She's right to be jealous."

"What?" You are genuinely confused.

Bridgette reaches down and unties her robe. She shrugs it off, letting it drop to the floor and exposing her fully naked body to you.

"She should be jealous of this, right?"

"Bridgette, what the hell are you doing!?" Despite the situation, you can't help but look at her body. She's very toned, and she has the tightest body you've ever seen. Her boobs are slightly larger than your wife's, and her vulva is shaved bare.

"I bet your bitchy wife thinks I want you. Well, she's right."

"This shouldn't be happening, Bridgette. This is wrong."

"You know, I'm jealous, too. I'm jealous that every night you go home to that bitch."

"Hey, that's..."

"Don't tell me that you don't want me. I'm so much hotter than Katherine." She reaches out and grabs your crotch. "You were hard before I even touched you. See, you do want me."