Naomi, a walking loyalty emitter.

Naomi strolled slowly across the campus, taking time to enjoy the crisp fall air. For once she wasn't running late to class, and she wanted to savor every moment of it. She stopped and breathed deeply, the scent of morning dew and faint orchids filling her lungs. The moment was crudely interrupted by a stranger pushing past her brusquely, clearly late to class.

I need to to help him get to class, Naomi thought. She pondered it. Where had that come from? She didn't know this guy. All she knew about him was that she existed only to make his life better. That seemed off, somehow, but she was already racing to catch up with him.

She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned, surprised. After a moment, he cleared his throat and began to back away.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I bumped you- you were going kinda slow, and I really have-"

"Wait!" Naomi said. She knew in some distant way that there would be consequences for her missing class, but they seemed faint and unreal. What mattered right now was helping this guy. "Here, let me carry your backpack. You'll get to class quicker."

He frowned suspiciously and Naomi's heart caught in her throat. Did he think she was going to steal his backpack? Oh God, he must not know that she was completely devoted to him! She intuitively knew that this was a lot to drop on a guy while he's rushing to class, so she decided to ease him into it. Right now the priority was getting him to class.

"Seriously," she said as she ran alongside him. "I'll hang onto it for you."

He shrugged her off. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get away!"

Naomi was left stunned. Being reprimanded didn't hurt, exactly, but it didn't feel great. Her heart was racing and she felt an immense, overpowering urge to please him. He wanted her to get away, but he didn't know the situation.

The situation being that he has a ****, she thought idly as she trotted after him. She was surprised at the thought and a little alarmed that it was the first thing that came to mind. She had no right to assume this guy wanted a ****. For all she knew, he wanted a girlfriend or housekeeper or a chauffer.

Maybe he wants a corpse. The thought flitted idly across her mind as she sat on a bench outside of his classroom. If he did she would be happy to provide, of course. **** wasn't so scary, Naomi realized. What was scary was disappointing her new master. Or boyfriend, or employer, or whatever.

While Naomi placidly watched the last few stragglers rush belatedly into the lecture hall, she took a moment to evaluate her thoughts. After all, what use was she to her new friend if she was still all tangled up in her head? She thought about going to her own class, but immediately dismissed it. If he left his class at any point, she wanted to be right here to provide him with whatever he needed.

Naomi's thoughts immediately turned sexual. She was serviceably attractive and had a little sexual experience, but she figured that probably didn't matter. In her experience most guys would get turned on just by having this kind of power over a woman. In the back of her mind there was a little tickle of discomfort at being a sexual ****, but the thought of bringing a smile to his face washed that away. She would gladly do whatever he wants, and if she didn't know how she would learn.

What if he was gay, though? Or already seeing someone? Naomi was surprised to find that she didn't feel jealous at all. In fact, she could be a great wingwoman if he wasn't interested in her sexually. He was decent-looking if a bit plain, but she was only interested in sex if he wanted it. Her attraction to him didn't matter. Unless he wanted to seduce her? She wasn't sure what would happen then. Would she pretend, or would she really be overcome with lust? She had so many questions.

She heard the lecturer droning on about differential equations and yawned. She looked at her phone and was surprised to see an hour had gone by. She hadn't gotten bored at all - she had occupied her time thinking of how to please her new guy. Naomi settled back against the bench, sighing lazily. The course would be over in a few minutes and until then, she would just fantasize about the different ways she could make him happy.

Suddenly the bell rang and the students began to file out of class. She scanned the crowd attentively until she saw the familiar face of her new friend pop up. As he headed toward the quad, she sidled up next to him. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier..." he muttered. "Could you please just forget about it?"

"Forget about what?" she asked with confusion. He laughed and Naomi's mind flooded with joy. She made him laugh!

"Good job, I guess," he said. She still didn't understand, but she smiled coyly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as they walked together.

"I'm Naomi," she said cheerfully.

"Davin," he replied. "Nice to meet you."

Davin. That was her new friend. It settled into her brain like a block of cement. Davin.

"Hi, Davin," she said. She noticed him surreptitiously checking her out and had to suppress a squeal of delight. She was making him happy just by being around him! "Do you have another class after this?"

"Not till 2:30," he said. "You?"

She did. "Nope! Wanna get lunch?"

He looked her over suspiciously again. He obviously wasn't used to this kind of attention from women.