Epilogue - The ride home

The ride home was talkative, with Kina prodding and poking all kinds of questions now that they had the privacy in her car. Liam, of course, tells it in his own way, his words nothing but degrading and downright crude about her friends and her friends' mother. While for anyone else it would be a horrifying thing to hear, for Kina, it's the highest praise. She is proud to have been the one to introduce him to them, proud to have facilitated his pleasure. She's also a little jealous, but it's a good kind of jealousy, a feeling that motivates her to be a better, more useful toy for him.

"Hey, so what do I get?" Kina wiggles her eyebrows. "I even saved that stunt you did with Aunty Haifa. Do you know how obvious Adam is? He wants to have me sooo bad. A little wet t-shirt here, a chill walk there, and he's like a dog chasing car." She let out a laugh before continuing, "Except y'know. Eww. And all that." Her hands gesture around for emphasis. "So yeah, a nice biiiiig, thank you reward would be great." Her tone is playful, mocking a needy, whiny girlfriend, even though their relationship is far from it.

Both of them know it's a joke, a banter between two friends, albeit one where one of them happens to be the center of the universe for the other. But it's a joke that has a kernel of truth. Kina did him a solid, and she wants to be recognized for it. Not just verbally, but physically.

"What? You got to see a mom-daughter combo youuuu reccomend turned to nothing but my personal cocksleeves, isn't that enough of a reward?" Liam shot back with a grin.

Kina blows a raspberry to him, "Real reward c'mon. I'm the one who had to endure that whole thing with Mr. Oblivious out there." She points her thumb over her shoulder, in the general direction of Warung Nusantara. "It was exhausting, I tell you. I had to think of ways to distract him, to keep him away, all while you're having the time of your life with two Muslim cocksleeves while you only want one."

"Yeesh alright. You needy bitch." Liam shakes his head, while Kina immediately replies with her tongue out, before the two of them share a laugh. "You get to be my cockwarmer for tonight." He casually declares, as if being used as a set of holes to keep him warm through the night were a coveted prize to be won.

"That's it?" Kina doing a fake outrage.

"And!" Liam put a finger on her mouth, "You get to drink my morning piss."

"There we go! A good reward for a good girl like me." Kina swats Liam's hand from her mouth; her grin is a wide, genuine one.

She is genuinely happy with the reward, as if being debased and treated less than human is the greatest honor she could receive. And for her, it is. It is a confirmation of her utility, of her purpose to Liam. She knows that Liam could have chosen any woman, any of the countless women who would be more than happy to be of service to him.

But he chose her.

"Only the best for my bestest enabler," he says, the word 'enabler' a new term of endearment between them, a title she wears with a perverse kind of pride.

"I know, I know. And I'm the best at it." She smirks as Liam takes them back to his apartment.

The rest of the car ride home was filled with their usual banter, a comfortable, easy rhythm between two friends who are now also in a relationship that defies any conventional definition. The world outside the car was a blur of lights and sounds, a city that was going about its business, oblivious to the fundamental shift in its own reality. A world where a young woman was eagerly anticipating being used as a living toilet by her friend, and saw it as a prize. Not the horrifying, dehumanizing act it would have been seen as before the Click.