Now time to relax.

"She seemed cool," D said as they approached the car. To her surprise, Brad approached the drivers side of the car and indicated that he wanted to drive. She shrugged and climbed into the passenger's seat.

"What are we doing?" she asked, noticing that he wasn't starting the car.

"We're not doing anything," he said testily. He pulled a script from his pocket and put two fingers to her forehead.

"Oh, I get-" D's sentence died on her lips as her form collapsed back against the cheap upholstery. A second later she was sitting up with an uncharacteristically eager grin.

"Hey, babe! Good to see you," she said in a noticeably higher vocal register. "I'm Daphne."

Brad started the car with a smirk. "Hey Daphne. I'm Brad, your boyfriend."

She looked around the car approvingly. "Nice car! I like your outfit. Are we about to go on a date?"

He pulled away from the parking spot and entered the flow of neighborhood traffic. "Not exactly," he said. "I wanted to tell you that I recently discovered a hobby that I'm really into."

"Yeah?" she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "What is it? I'd love to try it!"

"Getting road head," he said with a grin. She giggled girlishly and reached for his zipper.

"What a coincidence," she said, her voice taking on a slightly husky tone. "I'm really into giving road head."

Without further ado, Daphne leaned forward and got to work. His already-hard member sprang out of his khakis as soon as she'd unzipped them and she began by kissing it lightly up and down the shaft. Her soft, warm lips tickled the tip of his shaft and his stomach lurched slightly as he sucked in a sudden breath.

"Too much?" she asked, pausing to look up at him. He stared back at her and marveled at the way this beautiful, flawless creature had gone from a chill friend with benefits to a doting girlfriend in seconds. His cock surged with arousal and he put a hand on the back of her head.

"Not enough," he growled, and shoved her face onto himself. She immediately took his entire length in her mouth; he felt an overwhelming warmth envelop him. Her tongue roamed up and down his manhood and she bobbed her head up and down slowly and deliberately. Brad struggled to pay attention to the road, almost running a few stop signs. His sudden braking and swerving didn't faze Daphne at all, whose performance remained flawless even as she picked up speed.

"Oh my God," he groaned as they pulled up to a red light only a few blocks from his house. "That feels incredible..."

"Mmmhmmm," she said with satisfaction. She reached a hand over to massage his balls and the onrush of pleasure nearly made Brad **** on his own spittle. Just as he was about to climax, the car behind him honked loudly to indicate the light had turned green. All at once he jammed his foot on the gas and felt his balls empty against the back of her throat as they surged forward.

"Fuck!" he yelled, pulling over to the curb as the angry drivers behind him sped past. For her part, Daphne was perfectly calm; she simply straightened and swallowed before chuckling drily.

"I'll bet you've never had an orgasm while almost getting in a car crash before," she said. "Mmm, that was great, babe. Where's home? Do we have time for another, or should I wait till you're less-"

Once again Brad unbound her mid-sentence. He quickly swapped the scripts and she reanimated as D, taking on the script's characteristic slightly pitched-down voice and slouching posture.

"...whoa," she said, blinking away her disorientation. "Are we- wait, what happened? Did you unbind me for the ride home? Why are you all sweaty and pale?"

"The stupid girlfriend script almost made got us into an accident," Brad complained. D just laughed at his discomfort.

"What did she do, flash our tits? I mean, you've got to be used to them by now. Wait... what's that taste? Did- aw, fuck me, dude, did you cum in my mouth?"

Brad grinned sheepishly and D punched him in the arm. "Ow!" he yelled, rubbing the already bruised spot. "I thought you didn't care what I did when you aren't bound!"

D swiped a half-empty coke bottle off the floor and chugged it, then made a face. "I don't, dickhead. As far as I'm concerned you and your slutty little golem can do whatever you want. Just make sure to bring mouthwash next time. Blechh, it tastes like chlorine and sweat!"