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  She told her feet to move, and she stepped off. “Hello,” Tiffany said.

  “Hi,” Tracy said and kept moving. She took rapid strides, hoping Tiffany wouldn’t call out her name, but then she heard the elevator doors shut, and she was relieved she hadn’t recognized her. She then let out a breath of relief that she had vacated Tiffany’s office moments before, and she hadn’t caught her in there.

  “You have to be more careful, Tracy,” she told herself and hurried out to the parking lot instead of calling for a cart. There were three options at TiMax: park and walk, park and go to the booth on that level, or call for a cart or valet. Since she parked and walked, by the time Tracy made it to her car, she was sweating and out of breath. She got into her Volvo, cranked the air-conditioning, and headed home. She showered and changed, and then headed to Mike’s place. She was starting to think she was just as weird as he, because she was beginning to like what they were doing. It was crazy at first, but the pleasure was so good she found herself anxious and excited to get back to “Mikey,” and his adult nursery to play around again.

  She rang the bell and heard him say come in. When she walked in, he crawled toward her fast, like a little baby boy really happy to see his mother. “Mommy, you’re home, Mommy, Mommy, you’re home,” he cheered in his baby voice.

  She knelt down when he reached her and caressed his cheek. “Yes, baby, I’m home. Your mommy’s home. Did you miss Mommy? Did you miss me, baby?” she returned, getting into character. This not only turned Mike on, but she was also starting to like it just as much as him, and she wondered how she would ever find another man who was into being in diapers and spankings. If she’d find another one to devour her hot spot and suck her tits as good as Mikey, that was easier on the eyes, she’d be all in.

  “Yes. Milk, Mommy, milk. Eat, eat, eat, Mommy,” he fussed like a hungry baby and tugged on her top.

  “Okay, okay, baby, calm down. Mommy knows you’re ready to eat, baby. Mommy knows what you want, so come over and let’s get on the rocker so I can feed you, baby. Mommy’s breasts are full, and my nipples are hard enough for you to feast, baby.” She undid her buttons and walked toward the love seat-sized rocker and still wondered who he had to make all of those oversized furnishings and who had he hired to turn his living room, kitchen, and spare bedroom into an adult-sized day care.

  He crawled behind her, and she removed her top and unlatched the nursing bra. Yes, Mike had given her nursing bras, nipple pads, and you name it to stay in character. She sat, and they got comfy, and she held her left breast to put it in his mouth, and he latched on. He rested a hand on her breast as to hold it in place and looked up at her while he sucked her nipple like he was waiting for some milk to quench his hunger and thirst.

  She stroked his head and talked to him in a tender tone. “There you go, baby. You were hungry, huh?” He stared up at her like a baby enjoying his mother’s breast milk. After a few moments, her center tingled, and she loved the sensations his suckling gave her erect nipples. “Come on, baby, let Mommy switch,” she said, and they repositioned themselves for him to latch onto her right nipple. It felt so good she tried to focus on cuddling him and talking to him like a mother would her child, but she really wanted to tell him to suck harder, baby!

  After fifteen more minutes of him feasting on her nipple, her center ached, and she wanted to give him his dinner. “Come on, baby, that’s enough for now.” She pulled away.

  “No, Mommy, eat, eat, eat,” he cried.

  “I’m going to feed you, baby, but Mommy wants to feed you some jar food, okay? You can nurse later.”

  He nodded and climbed down. He crawled to the kitchen and climbed into his high chair.

  She went into the pantry, undressed completely, and put on a costume that looked like a jar of Gerber baby food. Yes, it was a strapless, tight-fitting, body-hugging mini that had the Gerber baby on it, and it said rice and chicken. After grabbing the jar that she planned to smear on her clit, she went to the fridge and grabbed the “Mommy juice,” which was the red wine, and poured a glass. She took two swallows, then Mikey whined and banged on his cushioned table, the table she rested on as he ate her to orgasm after orgasm.

  “Hold on, baby, Mommy has to heat up your food. After I’ve had my Mommy juice, your food should be good and warm for you, baby.”

  He kicked and started throwing a tantrum.

  “Listen, young man, behave yourself and wait. Mommy is heating up your food. If you don’t behave, I’m going to spank you,” she admonished, and her adult baby calmed down and put his massive binky in his mouth and sucked. It took everything in her to keep from laughing, and she again wondered why she was even more turned on. Her clit ached. After she polished off her glass of wine she climbed onto the soft table. She opened wide, popped the top on the jar food, and shook it over her opening, and then smeared it with her fingers. “Your dinner is warm now, baby, come and eat,” she said. He dove right in, doing things to her clit and opening no man had ever done. She was loving the crazy and erotic things that Mikey was doing to her.

  “Yes, Mikey, baby, eat all of your food, baby, eat it all. Mommy loves it when you eat every last drop of your dinner, baby.” He slurped and sucked and after her third orgasm, she was done. She wanted the dick, so she knew she had to close the role-playing down, and that was by simply changing his diaper. Mikey had always come on his own, and the semen in his adult diaper was the end of “Mommy and Mikey” fun. They then went into his master bedroom, showered, and then fucked. She’d once asked why he couldn’t fuck her as Mikey, and that sick motherfucker had the nerve to say it would be weird to put his dick into his mother. But eating her was just like her doing what was natural to feed her baby, like when a mother gives her child her breast.

  She didn’t ask any more questions after that.

  “So now can we talk about work?” she asked while she rested in his arms.

  “Yes, go ahead.”

  She was falling for this Mike, not Mikey, although Mikey is the one who pleased her tits and clit right. But she loved when he wasn’t crawling around in a damn diaper. He was smart and talented and about his business. Not the baby-babbling fool in diapers.

  “I need to talk to you about my office.”

  “What about your office?”

  “I got a peep at Tiffany’s office, and if I’m correct, we have the same job and title, right?”

  “Yes and no. Tiffany is my partner’s number one producer, and you just started.”

  “Okay, how can I become your number one producer?”

  “Well, produce your first show. I hired you because I know you have potential, but Tiffany has proven herself, and her shows are doing well, but . . .” he paused. She assumed he could see the frustrated look on her face when she lifted her head to look at him. “An office is just an office. The office right below Tiffany’s office is a corner office, and that office is free if you want to move.”

  It was a corner office, but the thought of being beneath Tiffany didn’t sound good. “What about above?” She knew it was juvenile, but it seemed Tiffany was already five steps ahead of her.

  “I’m sorry, darling, but that one is not available. There are other offices, but they are not corner offices, but larger.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’ll keep my office,” she said disappointedly.

  “Tracy, baby, it’s just an office. No one’s in competition at TiMax; we are one big family,” Mike said. He was so wrong. Tiffany wasn’t her damn family, and she planned to leave her job-stealing ass in the dust. Getting Tiffany fired was her ultimate goal in the end.

  She smiled. “Yes, you’re right,” she agreed. She didn’t mean that shit, but Mike didn’t need to know that.

  Work as Usual

  Episode 3

  Tiffany

  “Hey, boss lady, are you free for a minute?” Mee-Mee asked, sticking her head into Tiffany’s office.

  “Yes, but only that. I’m heading to meet with my new cast members fo
r the Love On Top series.”

  “Okay,” she said. She backed up to exit the office, but Tiffany called out her name.

  “Myah, what’s going on? Did you need something? I have a few moments to talk.”

  “No, not really. I was just looking for an update on Tressa. I mean, you and Mr. Green are tight, and I heard Tressa will be coming to work here soon.”

  Tiffany shook her head. “Come on in, girl, and shut the door.” Tiffany decided to make time for this conversation. She got up and poured them both a drink and handed Myah a glass, and then went back to take a seat in her chair. “Now, you know besides Rose and Asia, you are one of my best girlfriends, and I’ve trusted you before with info, Mee-Mee, so if I give you the truth, you have to promise you won’t say a word.”

  “Tiffany, you know me. You know I’d never say a word to anyone.”

  “Okay, yes, Tressa, will be coming aboard soon, but I don’t know any dates or official details yet.”

  “So she’s fine now? After rehab and what . . . like a year of laying low she’s rehabilitated?”

  “As far as I know she is.”

  “Okay, I guess that’s good.” She took a swallow.

  “What do you mean you guess? That is good, Myah.”

  “You say that like she’s not public enemy number one.”

  “That she is, or should I say, was. That is old news. She hasn’t caused any trouble in my world. My husband and I never even discuss her, and so, for Mr. Green, I’m happy. I mean, the overdose . . . damn near losing his daughter and the extensive measures of rehab, I’m glad that after all of this time she is better.”

  “I guess you’re right, because no matter how bad my munchkins are, I love them to death, and if ever something should happen to either of them, I’d go insane.”

  “And I’m sure that is how Mr. and Mrs. Green feel about Tressa, so this stays between us. Until Mr. Green makes the official announcement, we did not have this conversation. Now, I must get to my meeting. I hope you remembered to upload all of my show ideas to my tab.”

  “Yes, ma’am, I did.”

  “Fantastic.” Tiffany got up, polished off her drink, and headed out. She hurried down the hall, then stood and waited for the elevator.

  “Good afternoon,” Tracy said.

  Tiffany turned to acknowledge her new coworker. “Hey, Tracy, how are you?”

  “I’m good. Finally going to meet with my new cast today, and I’m so excited.”

  “I bet. I remember my first show,” Tiffany smiled. The elevator doors opened, and they both stepped on.

  “Well, this isn’t my first show exactly. You know I was the executive producer for Back to Life on UVN?”

  “Okay, I’m familiar, just never got a chance to catch it.”

  “I’m sure. I mean, it wasn’t as popular as Boy Crazy,” she said.

  Tiffany detected a little sarcasm in her voice, but she didn’t comment. “Well, no worries. You’re here now, and I heard some good things about your show Grapevine. I’m sure it will be great. TiMax rarely produces a dull show,” Tiffany said looking at the floor numbers light up as they descended. She didn’t know Tracy well, and they hadn’t talked much, but in the couple of months since Tracy had been there, Tiffany always had gotten bad energy from her.

  Like the day when they had their staff meeting to welcome her to the network, Mike made a comment that she should link up with her, and that Tiffany could show her the ropes. Tracy quickly declined and said she’d be fine. Afterward, Tiffany greeted her and told her if she needed anything just ask, and Tracy’s response was, “I got this. This isn’t my first rodeo.” Tiffany shrugged it off, but she didn’t get good vibes from Tracy—ever.

  The elevator finally hit the bottom floor, and they both headed toward their sets. Tiffany stopped in her tracks when she saw Colby enter the building. “Colby,” Tiffany said in a huff, “what are you doing here?”

  He smiled and looked past her. “Tracy, hey, darling. I was on my way up to your office.”

  “Hi, Colby,” Tracy said, and they exchanged a quick hug. “I was just on my way to set. Are you excited?”

  “You bet your ass I am,” he replied.

  Tiffany couldn’t help but interrupt. “I’m sorry. Why are you here, Colby?” she inquired. She wanted to knock that huge grin off his smug face.

  “Oh, you didn’t know? Colby is the lead for my series Grapevine. It was last minute, but after some negotiations, Mike and I worked it out, and now he’s here.”

  “Son of a bitch,” Tiffany let slip in a whisper. She cleared her throat and spoke up louder. “Congratulations. Good day,” she said and hurried off. As soon as she got on the other side of the door she called Mr. Green. He was still on leave dealing with Tressa, and she hated to bother him, but he knew the history with Colby.

  “I’m so sorry to disturb you, sir, but did you know Colby Grant is the lead for Tracy’s new show?”

  “Yes, I know now. Didn’t find out until after contracts were signed and deals were done. I suggest you just be professional, Tiffany. Mike and I are equal partners, and he has the same power I have, and he wanted Colby, so we have to put our personal differences aside and conduct business.”

  Tiffany didn’t like it, but what could she do? It was Mike’s and Langley’s network. “I know, Mr. Green, and again, I’m so sorry for bothering you. I know you are out for medical reasons. How are you? And I hope Tressa is still doing well.”

  “She is doing well. We will be headed back to L.A. in a couple of days. My doctor allowed me to travel so we want to spend some family time together. I can finally say I’m a proud father.”

  “I’m sure you guys needed it, sir, and I’m so happy to hear that everything is better now. I mean, the last time I saw, Tressa she was in bad shape.”

  “She was, but I have a strong feeling that she is finally going to be just fine. With that, I have to ask you something. I’m asking something huge.”

  “Sure, Mr. Green, anything. You have been more than a boss to me and a friend to Kory.”

  “Indeed, Tiffany. You and Kory are like my children from another mother,” he joked and laughed out loud at himself.

  Tiffany laughed a little too, not to be rude. “I guess you’re right, sir.”

  “Well, we should be home in a few days, and when we come in, I plan to groom you and Tressa to be my successors. I’m not going to live forever, and with the health issues I have going on now, it’s time to groom you two. Tressa is my blood. She is going to need help wearing the crown after I’m gone.”

  “Mr. Green, don’t talk like that. You’re not going anywhere.” She tried to sound light and not so serious. The idea of Mr. Green dying was something she didn’t want to think about.

  “Well, I wish your words were true, but we both know better. What I need from you in the meantime is to let Tressa shadow you. Show her the producing side, the casting calls, story line creations, etc. I want her to start from ground zero. Running the company is pretty much a breeze, because we have some strong, good, loyal, and knowledgeable staff members that make Mike’s and my life a lot easier, trust and believe, but I want her to have hands-on experience with the things like Mike and I did before we turned our company into what it is today. Mike and I created, produced, funded, even built sets with our own hands to start this company, and I want Tressa to be groomed properly. Can you do that for me?”

  Tiffany bit down on her bottom lip. No way could she tell Mr. Green no. He had done way more than she could imagine for her and Kory, so she said, “Yes, of course,” in a rush. She wanted to eat those words, but she couldn’t refuse him.

  “Wonderful. As soon as we’re in L.A., I’ll have you and Kory over for dinner and go over some things. I truly believe my daughter is ready now. I’m confident that this will be good for her.”

  “Sounds good, Mr. Green, but does Tressa know what your plan is? I mean, I’m not her favorite person.”

  “Well, if she wants to be a part of thi
s team, she’s going to have to put her personal differences aside and do what’s best for TiMax. There is no competition at TiMax. We are family, and Tressa is ready, so she won’t be a problem, trust me.”

  Tiffany let out a silent sigh. “Okay, Mr. Green. I’m heading to set. I’ll see you soon.” She ended the call, climbed into a cart, and called Kory. This was news she had to definitely share with him.

  I’m Finally Ready

  Episode 4

  Tressa

  “Good morning, Myah,” Tressa sang. Myah looked up as if she’d seen a ghost.

  “Tressa . . . I mean, Ms. Green,” she stammered.

  “Relax, Myah, I come in peace. I’m supposed to meet Tiffany here at nine.”

  Really? Tiffany didn’t tell me, she was about to say, but Tiffany came out of her office.

  “Tressa. Hey, good morning. You look well,” she smiled.

  “I feel good,” she smiled back at her. She had been clean for a little less than a year, and she really felt like a new person. She and her dad had bonded and rekindled their relationship, and she was dead set on making him proud of her. After returning to L.A. from rehab, her dad offered her a final do over. He convinced her to rid her head of the extensions, and she went over the edge and got a new pixie cut that she had to admit gave her a sexy appeal that she didn’t know she owned. Her dad gave her a new beginning with a monthly spending limit.

  The terms of her trust were a monthly check, and it was more than enough for her to do what she needed because now that she was clean, her perspective on life, money, and spending were different. Mr. Green would give her a payment each month, only after she tested clean for drugs. Even if she wanted to complain or dispute it, she couldn’t because her parents had given her countless chances, and she planned to take full advantage of this last one. She was not only grateful to be back in her parents’ good graces, she thanked God that she was alive.