Flash-forward.

Naomi's dull, incurious eyes were hazy as she took it up the ass, but her mouth was smiling wide. She needed to be a bimbo, a slutty little bimbo that loved getting assfucked. She was having a hard time remembering why but she didn't care. She just loved taking it up the ass.

The guy behind her was enjoying it too, which was the most important thing. He was ramming his cock into her ass from behind and she was nude against the eall, her tits squished against the drywall. His name was Jake, or Jack, or John, she vaguely remembered. And there was nothing more important than him.

After a while (she was too dopey to measure time with any accuracy), he finally came in her ass. She made a show of enjoying it. "Ooh, baby, that was sooo good..." she said with a giggle. "I'm gonna be walking funny for a week!"

"Did I say you could talk, slut?" He sounded angry but she knew he wasn't. She knew he liked telling her to shut up, which is why she talked so much. Still, Naomi wasn't going to disobey a direct order. She relaxed against the wall as he started putting his clothes back on. She knew he wanted her naked, so she didn't move to get dressed. It was kind of nice, being this stupid. She just sagged against the wall, feeling his cum dripping down her thigh, and let her thoughts drift away. She distantly heard a knock on the door and wondered who it could be.

Her guy muttered a bad word and went to answer it. Suddenly she heard Jack cry out and she straightened, her intelligence returning instantly. It was all well and good to be a bimbo during sex but Jack needed her now. She felt a slight stinging in her eyes and knew what was happening. It was the end.

She walked to Jack's foyer and was unsurprised by the sight of her wife standing over a writhing Jack, mace canister still in her hand. She fought the impulse to rush to his side - if she did that it'd be all over.

"Hello, Naomi," Natalie said. God, it was always the same with this bitch. She stepped over the prone figure of Jack and held out her hand, saying the same thing she did every time. "It's time to come home."

Naomi scowled. "Fuck you, cunt. I'm not going anywhere with you." The words came almost automatically at this point.

Natalie smiled that wretched sympathetic smile and Naomi sighed. She knew the score. If she didn't willingly make skin contact with her girlfriend, Natalie would threaten to kill or maim Jack. It was probably a bluff, but she always folded. Natalie usually did something unpleasant (like mace them) just to put Naomi on the defensive.

Naomi backed into the living room, looking desperately for a weapon. Instead of following her, Natalie pointed the mace at Jack again. She nodded and Naomi knew what she had to do.

"I fucking hate you with all my soul," she told Natalie. "If I had a gun I'd blow your head off without a second thought."

Natalie was unperturbed. "I know, babe. I know you do. It won't last."

Naomi slumped into Jack's easy chair and started to cry gently. "Please?" she begged like a child who was grounded. "Please? Just a little more time with Jack?"

Natalie advanced, holding her hand out. "Come on, sweetheart. It'll be quick."

Naomi shook her head sadly. "He was my favorite..."

"You say that every time," Natalie said gently as she touched Naomi's chin. Naomi instantly felt her murderous rage melt into a soft, content glow of gratitude.

"It's always true," she told Natalie. "Let's go home."