For the time being

You, Bee and Aaron enjoy yourself for the camera crew, with you and Bee chewing quite a bit on the scenery for the show. Aaron's not a perfect lover, but you can make yourself cum just by pretending either way, so you're easy that way.

"Alright, that's the money shot done," the camera guy sighs. You and Bee, the pros that you are, managed to climax at the moment his cum hit your backs and the crew seem pretty hyped from the resulting footage. You don't really care, numbers are boring and it's easier to leave such things to your agents and/or Aaron.

Naturally, he doesn't have the capacity to keep in character after shooting his load over your asses, so he promptly sits down and gets handed a water bottle for his trouble. You and Bee request some wet wipes. After cleaning up you sneak into some robes and pick up the debris of your swimsuits.

You've managed to get a deal where you get to keep your shoot outfits, which is probably one of the reasons you only get pretty slim and generic bikini swimsuits for your shoots. To be fair, both of you have amazing bodies for bikinis, but you'd like something with more material now and then.

"You seem a bit distracted today, Tammy," Bee whispers as she hugs you from behind and hands you a soda can.

"You noticed? I'm sorry, I was a bit confused about something, but I think we got through it in one piece," you say with a sheepish smile, proud of your most recent work.

"We do good work in front of the camera," Bee agreed and momentarily checked her nails before leaning closer and speaking more quietly. "Have you met a new boy? besides mr. Mano Alimente?"

You realize you're speaking in Spanish, and that feels weird for some reason even though you're both latin. "Mr Feeding Hand would easily be bested by any boy we meet around the pool, or the flood drains around town for that matter," you sigh as you glance over at Aaron. You don't like the guy, but for some reason you feel that if you don't watch your step you'd settle for him. He'd keep you fed, fucked and distracted, that's for sure.

You shake your head and look outside for your bag with more modest clothing. That's when you remember. "Mierda, I just remembered," you whisper to Bee and have a zip of your soda can, moving for the glass doors.

The weird toy gun that you'd turned Bee into a girlfriend- no, that can't be right, a porn star partner with it? It had been an accident, but things had worked out, hadn't they? Nobody seemed to notice when they got shot with it, except for a... bright flash.

Shit, did Aaron turn Bee into a whore slash porn actress like you? What an asshole! That's not a fate for a nice guy, or girl.

You shake your head and decide you need to get your hands on that thing before something more goes wrong!