Sex Addicts Anonymous: Relapse

In a dimly lit office haze, Robert (Seth Gamble) hunches over his recovery journal, pen scratching confessions of his dark sins. He preyed on fragile souls in the program, twisting his counselor's badge into a lure for desperate women, dragging them into forbidden fucks. That explosive clash cost him everything—fired and fallen. He owns the rot of it now, but rehab's grind, therapy's relentless probe, and a ghost town restart have chained his demons for nearly two years clean. Volunteering at this discreet clinic as intake gatekeeper keeps the edge sharp. A colleague sidles up, murmuring the fresh meat's here. Robert inhales deep, jaw clenching, before probing if she's walked in willingly. He pops gum, that gritty ritual to muzzle the surging hunger in tense talks. She's 19, solo choice, the coworker spills. Robert grinds the chew, reining in the feral twitch, then nods—bring her through the door. CUT TO TITLE. The knob twists, and Amy (Charlotte Sins) struts in, ushered by the shadow. Her tiny skirt rides high, crop top clings to curves like a second skin, stilettos clicking promises. Colleague mutters intros as Robert rises, eyes locking. Amy fidgets, fingers yanking at the hem, a restless itch demanding touch, her lips curling in a sly, come-hither grin that screams trouble.