Bette stood there in the doorway, not breathing, as she was force-fed this scene in slow motion.

She screamed “Tina!!”

 She heard it in her head, but no sound left her lips. Her silent and violent protest continued, but no ears in the room except her own registered her bile-soaked revulsion.

“What the ***** are you doing?!!!”

Her hands trembled as they fished through her dark and acutely feverish mane, and then shook more violently as she reached down to grab hold of one of the exquisite and uncharacteristic high-heeled shoes that Tina had thrown off onto the floor. Her wrath had reached such a high pitch that she felt sure she could shatter every piece of glass in the house if her mind so much as issued the command, but instead she opted to chunk her lover’s shoe upside the head of her lover’s current preoccupation. But she couldn’t–her hand became an expansive gossamer stream as she dipped down for the cobbler’s ammunition.

“What the…?”

She tried again and watched as her fingers disappeared.

“Oh, God…I’m dead.”

 Then she heard it again–Tina’s raspy moans of approval as the young man quickened his tempo.

She leapt forward, quick and fearless, her rage taking on a life of its own.

“Stop it!! Stop ***** her, you piece of *****!!”

Still her ears remained the solitary sentinels of her plea. She knelt down in front of Tina’s lasciviously snarling face and screamed with skull-shattering intensity:

“Tina!! Stop it. Stop it, stop it!!!”

Bette’s vision fast became occluded by ghoulish green clouds, and she felt her knees leave the floor as she continued to shout at the devil.

In an instant, the scene shifted. Tina’s body, once writhing and bucking with the exertions of her young stallion, now came alive with the ferocious thrusting of Bette’s sinful brown fingers.

The man was gone, and there they were–Bette ***** Tina’s brains out–her wide and hungry eyes drinking in the sight of Tina’s sweaty and passion-mottled chest above her and her ears filling with those naughty moans and breathy commands to go deeper, to ***** her harder. Her hand was hot and drenched and, as she followed Tina’s explicit directions, she found that it was also answering her own throbbing, lustful needs. She quickened her strokes at Tina’s behest and found herself exploding just moments before Tina threw back her blonde head and screamed, the sound leaving her mouth as a neon cloud that clung to the rafters and continued to reverberate so forcefully that Bette came again.