Her rules

"First," I said. "Move out of your house. Pack only your sexiest underwear, bikinis, and lingerie. Sell your house for cheap to the first bidder."

Bebe nodded.

"Second, keep your ass taut by working out every day."

"Got it."

"Third, I want full access to your bank account, so go to the bank tomorrow to get that squared away."

"Okay."

"Next, since I'll be forming a celebrity harem, I want you to name one singer you despise. I figure she could keep you company and be your own sex ****, but she will also listen to me and Dua, of course."

"Sounds fun!" Bebe said. "I know exactly who I want, too."

"We'll get to that," I said. "Last rule: I can fuck any woman I want in the harem, but you may only fuck me."

Bebe nodded. "Makes sense."

"Good. Now, who do you want as your personal sex ****?"