Disclaimer:All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: Thankyou to everyone for their responses to this story.

Jasper Hale-Cullen.

Emmett Cullen.

Edward Cullen.

The names quite frankly meant nothing to me and this was just a job. I would do the scene, the deed and get out.

"Bella Boo, there's something else I need to tell you before..."

"Can it wait?" I interjected. "I'm seriously hungover and need some sleep."

Eric sighed then chucked, leaning back in his leather office chair.

"Yeah, go home. You look like shit." He giggled like a hyena.

I smirked at him and rose to my feet, reaching my arm for the door.

"Ah, where's my sugar?" Whined Eric and I turned to find him pointing to his cheek.

I shook my head with a smile and leant over the desk, kissing my gay best friends cheek.

"Better?"

"Much. And?"

"And you look fabulous."

"Oh I know, darling." He grinned. "Now get out of here, I'll bring your plane tickets over tomorrow."

I brushed my knotted hair out of my face and walked straight out of the room. Hailing a cab in New York was easy, I had one in seconds. I crawled in and slumped in the seat.

"Where to, love?"

"Um..."

Shit, where did I live again?

I shouldn't drink during the week. And yes I could probably afford a car and my own chauffeur but I choose not to flaunt my cash. I only used Eric's chauffeur when he called me on business - yes I'd taken advantage of that this morning.

"Um... Upper West..." I tried to remember. "West 85th Street" I told him and closed my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep; I woke up to the driver tapping on the window.

"Excuse me Miss? I need payin'"

"Don't we all?" I muttered with a smirk and got out of the vehicle, quickly shoving a couple of notes through the man's window and sprinting up the steps to my apartment.

After fumbling with my keys, I managed to get inside the first door. I was grateful I didn't have to go up anymore stairs. I put the key into my front door, twisted it and bumped it with my ass to push it open easier.

My home was very... Normal. My parents visited frequently and no I've never told them what I do for a living. According to them, I work in a law office which frequently involves travelling across America with the lawyers for various cases.

I had a living room slash kitchen, an enormous cooker I was rather proud of, allowing me to continue my secret passion of cooking. Bathroom, very normal. Bedroom, standard, king size bed with a New York skyline canvas above it.

And that's how easy my life is. They've never asked questions or wanted proof.

I have home Isabella and work Bella.

Home Isabella has her closet filled with clothes for all occasions and shoes. But work Bella... Has a box in the bottom of the closet filled with leather whips and silk, lacy lingerie. She has sex toys of all varieties, rampant rabbits, anal beads, bed cuffs, and dildos of all sizes.

If I'm filming, I always use my own toys.

I threw my keys onto the counter by the door and walked straight into the kitchen. I was grateful to find bottles of chilled water in the fridge; I practically drank one bottle in seconds. The icy temperature of the water soothed my dry throat.

"Aah!" I sighed happily and left the bottle cap on the counter.

Next I clicked the button on my answer machine...

"Hi Bella, its Mom! Just checking in, it's been a few days. Call us."

"Hey B! Sam says you left your heels in the car. We'll drop them by later. Loves ya baby! Mwah!"

I shook my head to myself with a grin. How could one person really be as camp as Eric?

I dragged myself into my bedroom, my tights causing my feet to slide along the floor. I nearly skidded onto my bed and climbed straight under the covers, fully clothed.

I was going to sleep HARD.

I had an eventful week ahead after all...