Now time to relax.

As Monica scurried away, leaving her flimsy top behind, D sat back and grabbed the remote. After absentmindedly flipping through channels for a few minutes, she shrugged and handed it over to Brad.

"I can't find anything good," she said. Monica reappeared with the beers and D grabbed one and took a long pull off of it. Brad took the other and Monica stood silently in front of them.

"Uh..." Brad said awkwardly, not sure what to do. Monica smiled politely at him, awaiting a command.

"Get the fuck out of the way," D ordered. Monica did as she was told, stepping aside so that they could see the TV. It was a commercial for a midsize pickup truck. D belched and waved away the air in front of her face.

"So, uh, what should we do now?" Brad asked. Now that his sexual appetite was sated, he was at a loss. Fortunately, D wasn't.

"Dude, we should go out!" she said enthusiastically. "Take me to your favorite bar or something!"

"I don't know," Brad said nervously. "I- what if I wanna introduce you as another script or something later? That's kind of a big step."

"Fine," she said. "Take me to a bar or a club on the other side of town. I mean, look at me! You paid for these tits and this ass! Why wouldn't you wanna show them off?"

"Are you comfortable going out like that?" Brad asked. "Showing off your tits and ass? I thought it felt weird."

"It feels fucking good," D said. She reached down and began to lazily finger herself. "It feels amazing. Besides, I'm your golem, right? Who cares how my script tells me something 'feels'? I want to shoot some pool or something. What do you think?"

Brad was distracted by her self-pleasure. She glanced at him, then down at her lap, then back up to him with a smirk. "You like watching me jerk off? You wanna go for another round before we leave?"

"No thanks." Brad said defensively. "I'm still pretty, uh, tired."

"Damn," D said. "I just realized I have, like, zero refractory period. To be honest, I'm getting myself pretty worked up again."

D's face was rosey with a light sheen of sweat. She was now openly masturbating more frantically. "What do you say, bro? Finish me off?"

Brad was starting to feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and started to stammer an answer when D interrupted him.

"Fine, you're out. Hit the showers, kid." She nodded to Monica, who was still standing silently in the corner. "Hey Monica, want to help a girl out?"

Monica smiled and stepped forward. "Of course! I can perform a vast range of choreographed movement routines as well as improvise on themes-"

"Can you lick a clit?"

"Of course, ma'am." She knelt in front of D, who pulled her fingers out of herself, made a face, and wiped them on the couch. D relaxed her thighs and spread her legs, allowing the other golem to descend to her womanhood.

"Now this isn't too bad," D said with a sigh. "Dude, do you have any video games? I always wanted to get a hummer while I play Mortal Kombat."

"Wait, so do you, like, have memories of being a guy?" Brad asked. D scowled.

"I remember you waking me up, then fucking me, then asking me inane questions while I try to teach a ballerina how to give oral sex. Hey, Monica, you can go harder than that. Like, a lot harder."

Monica paused to grunt assent before aggressively shoving her face into the cleft between D's legs. D gave a high-pitched yelp and her face went crimson.

"Is that too much?" Brad asked pointedly. Monica made a loud slurping noise and D shuddered.

"You kidding?" she said shakily. "No dirt robot's gonna be too- OH FUCK!"

D's face contorted and she pitched forward, sucking in a deep breath and slapping Monica's back.

"Uncle! Uncle!" she gasped, laughing with embarrassment. "You win! I give up! Ohhh oh ah get your fucking tongue out of me!"

She threw back Monica, who rolled back against the TV stand. Her smile, coated in D's juices, remained impassive as D contorted.

"D!" Brad said with concern. He rushed to her side, but her choked laughter between gasps and grunts and body language made it clear that she was enjoying herself. Finally her laughing, snorting sexual ecstasy abated and she was lying on her back, panting heavily with a huge grin.

"Bro, that was..." D trailed off before bursting into another giggling fit. "That was fucking awesome!" she squeaked out between giggles.

"I'm glad I was so helpful!" Monica said chipperly. "Might I recommend a relaxing solo ballet routine, perhaps to a Chopin piece?"