I guess I've always been pretty good with words. In my line of business it's as important to be able to describe what I'm doing as it is to do what I'm doing. When to say what, what words to select. Some men hate to hear certain terms. They can't stand specific moves and then they can't live without others. It's part of my job to know where to place my hand, my lips, my tongue, my leg, and even my thoughts. What kind of pressure, for how long, when to stop. I can become your first kiss, or a torn-out image from a Playboy magazine you found when you were nine years old. Am I your secretary, or am I your daughter? Maybe I'm your seventh-grade math teacher you always hated. All I know is that if I do it just right, I can become your living, breathing, unflinching dream, and then I can actually... disappear.
--
Yeah, fine, thank you.
...there's no toilet paper in this stall.
Men are such assholes.
Thank you.
I think you dropped this.
Take it anyway.
I want you to have it.
--
Do you want to buy me a drink?
What are you having?
I don't usually meet with women. Couples, yes, but... a single woman...
Do you choose his women for him?
He can't come in himself? Why not?
It's Chloe.
Most of my clients are married.
What does he look like?
If he asks what I do for a living, what do you want me to say?
Some Japanese.
--
Excuse me... I'm sorry, can I borrow your sugar?
Thank you. :3
--
Did you not recognise me?
I saw him. Just like you said, he had his newspaper right there and I- I went up and asked for sugar. And he pretended to read his newspaper, and he--got up and came over to me and asked me if I was a student. And I said that I was studying language like you told me to -- Japanese -- um and he asked me if I could say something in Japanese which made me blush and I ended up just saying konnichiwa and then he asked me what my name was and I said Chloe.
Nothing happened...
He barely flirted, he was just-- friendly.
He's cute.
I try to find something to love in everybody. Even if it's a small thing. Something about the way someone smiles. There's always something, there has to be. I try to make myself generous. I- I do things I don't wanna do. I- I think about what not to critisize. And the strangest things come back to me. Like... you.
Yeah. Yeah, people like you walk into my life.
Okay.
--
Hey. They're amazing. c:
But I already did.
No. I already saw him.
I was at the cafe a-and I he I approached him like you asked me to and I we went to lunch. Yeah, it was, um- A picnic, kind of?
Uh, we bought some sandwiches, and then, um, I asked him about his teaching and he started talking about all this music and he s- kind of stared at me.
And then he asked me if he could kiss me.
But then he said he could not kiss me because he's married. You see, at first he was hesitant- And then he asked me if there was somewhere he could kiss me where no one would see us and I said to him that we should go to Allen Gardens, you know that place down the street. The big greenhouse.
Do you want me to... stop?
We walked through this big long corridor, all these exotic flowers. And there was nobody around. I love Allen Gardens. It's always so warm and the air just feels so beautiful, it's like you're suddenly in another country. I know there's a place in the back where they keep tools and stuff. No one ever goes in that section, it's like a secret hiding place. He brought his mouth up to my lips and we hovered there for a long time. I could feel he was excited through his pants.
I don't really know what you want.
--
Did you carry that bag with you in your car?
Actually let's not cut it, sorry. I I'm gonna take them off, so-
I'm sorry.
Is it gonna scar?
We were hidden, um, deep in this forest of exotic plants, trees. And we could hear voices in the distance, but we were pretty sure no one could actually see us. I pushed my hand down his pants and I felt him.
And then I, um, I moved my hand lightly on him.
And then I kept doing this; moving my hand on him in his pants and he said to me I can't come, I can't come I have to go to work, but I didn't stop. And then I bit his tongue and then g- just then, he came, in my hand.
And then he had to go to work, so he walked away.
Oh I, no I, I've got tests.
Okay, yeah.
--
[Embellishing their stories Attention-seeking, playing for sympathy etc She knows how to be what people want, but hasn't got a good idea of what people actually want except for johns. Real emotional connection is hard. "I try to find something to love in everybody, even if it's a small thing."
Can't let her get away, but not really prepared. Thrown by the possibility of rejection, scrambles for something to keep her drawn in. -- "I was at the cafe a-and I he I approached him like you asked me to and I we went to lunch. Yeah, it was, um- A picnic, kind of?" And he kind of stared at me
Pushing her, getting her upset, trying to manipulate her way into her emotions. When it looks dangerous/like she might be rejected, she reels her out and in again. Detailed lies. Very detailed. Best lies filled with truth. She tells lies like they're true, without hesitation.
Bike; on purpose? She sees her watching. Semi-on purpose. Accidentally on purpose. Playing for sympathy, not afraid of a little bit of hurt. -- she gets taken care of, and it's intoxicating. Attention and sympathy and caring.
Story, pinpointing fear and insecurity. On purpose, to keep her dependant?
Flirting with the son -- almost... she could have a relationship with him?
Chloe Sweeney -- I wish someone had given me lessons. I love music. "Raised by Swans"
She knows how to be sexual, how to be alluring]
--
We met in the park again, um. This time he didn't bring sandwiches. We checked into this room. He put on the news, pretended to be interested. Kissed me. Whispered "Let's fuck." He couldn't get it up. We tried a few times. He was really embarassed, but I told him it didn't really matter. But I liked it, that it meant that we could just wait a little bit longer. At that point he was fully dressed, I was completely naked. ... Does this turn you on?... He wanted to stay dressed. He sat right over there on that bench. Told me to get between his legs. I put him in my mouth, and then he got hard. "sneeze" It's nothing, I'm taking zinc. ! Did he come in your mouth? ! No. I pulled him out of me, put a rubber on him, straddled him. And he came almost immediately after he entered me. I put my tits in his face.
--
[Money. -- oh. :c Yeah, that's right. Money. She still thinks it's a business thing.
Do you still love him? -- I don't know.... gauging the place. Then kiss
A good sense of when to push, when to break someone down. Kiss -- misjudged. Thought it would be the right time. But nope.
Body as an object. Not important. Hence why tlc feels good. When it gets harsh, violent, whatever, semi-dissociation? Sex, using it as a lure, as something she sees as good and something?
SEX -- watching HER get off, not getting off herself. ???
No, it's- this used to be my mother's. And I want you to have it. "Did you drop this on purpose?" c: I wanted to talk to you. ... "You'll see me on the street?" hidden outrage behind joking joking
Email -- blackmail photo, no message. "I'm in your waiting room, didn't you see me when you came in?" :3
I don't want this to be over. And I don't think that you... want it to be either. ... It's not about money. ... /cries This isn't was- this thing this is was so real and you know that. What about last night I touched you an I- ...
Business transaction -- the hurt and pain of that
Sleeps with the son -- in the bed. You can't control everything. Getting herself off]
--
Your mom is Doctor Stewart.
You look like her.
Yeah. It's the same look in your eyes. I mean, not really the colour or the shape, but the look. And your lips, too.
I'm Chloe. Sweeney.
Nice to meet you.
Are you a musician?
I wish someone had given me lessons. I love music.
Raised by Swans.
You never heard of the band Raised by Swans?
You'd like them. ... I think you'd really like them.
--
Hey.
I bought you that CD that we talked about; Raised by Swans?
What?
But you didn't download the case. Or the artwork. Or the CD that you can keep forever, and hold in your hands...
I hate the internet. Nothing is private, nothing is real like this, me meeting you hear. The penalty box. Do you have a page?
I know, I saw it. That's how I knew that you had a game today. Nice picture.
Yeah you do. I like that picture of your mom.
Isn't she in the background when you're getting that award.
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--
Yeah, fine, thank you.
...there's no toilet paper in this stall.
Men are such assholes.
Thank you.
I think you dropped this.
Take it anyway.
I want you to have it.
--
Do you want to buy me a drink?
What are you having?
I don't usually meet with women. Couples, yes, but... a single woman...
Do you choose his women for him?
He can't come in himself? Why not?
It's Chloe.
Most of my clients are married.
What does he look like?
If he asks what I do for a living, what do you want me to say?
Some Japanese.
--
Excuse me... I'm sorry, can I borrow your sugar?
Thank you. :3
--
Did you not recognise me?
I saw him. Just like you said, he had his newspaper right there and I- I went up and asked for sugar. And he pretended to read his newspaper, and he--got up and came over to me and asked me if I was a student. And I said that I was studying language like you told me to -- Japanese -- um and he asked me if I could say something in Japanese which made me blush and I ended up just saying konnichiwa and then he asked me what my name was and I said Chloe.
Nothing happened...
He barely flirted, he was just-- friendly.
He's cute.
I try to find something to love in everybody. Even if it's a small thing. Something about the way someone smiles. There's always something, there has to be. I try to make myself generous. I- I do things I don't wanna do. I- I think about what not to critisize. And the strangest things come back to me. Like... you.
Yeah. Yeah, people like you walk into my life.
Okay.
--
Hey. They're amazing. c:
But I already did.
No. I already saw him.
I was at the cafe a-and I he I approached him like you asked me to and I we went to lunch. Yeah, it was, um- A picnic, kind of?
Uh, we bought some sandwiches, and then, um, I asked him about his teaching and he started talking about all this music and he s- kind of stared at me.
And then he asked me if he could kiss me.
But then he said he could not kiss me because he's married. You see, at first he was hesitant-
And then he asked me if there was somewhere he could kiss me where no one would see us and I said to him that we should go to Allen Gardens, you know that place down the street. The big greenhouse.
Do you want me to... stop?
We walked through this big long corridor, all these exotic flowers. And there was nobody around. I love Allen Gardens. It's always so warm and the air just feels so beautiful, it's like you're suddenly in another country. I know there's a place in the back where they keep tools and stuff. No one ever goes in that section, it's like a secret hiding place. He brought his mouth up to my lips and we hovered there for a long time. I could feel he was excited through his pants.
I don't really know what you want.
--
Did you carry that bag with you in your car?
Actually let's not cut it, sorry. I I'm gonna take them off, so-
I'm sorry.
Is it gonna scar?
We were hidden, um, deep in this forest of exotic plants, trees. And we could hear voices in the distance, but we were pretty sure no one could actually see us. I pushed my hand down his pants and I felt him.
And then I, um, I moved my hand lightly on him.
And then I kept doing this; moving my hand on him in his pants and he said to me I can't come, I can't come I have to go to work, but I didn't stop. And then I bit his tongue and then g- just then, he came, in my hand.
And then he had to go to work, so he walked away.
Oh I, no I, I've got tests.
Okay, yeah.
--
[Embellishing their stories
Attention-seeking, playing for sympathy etc
She knows how to be what people want, but hasn't got a good idea of what people actually want except for johns. Real emotional connection is hard.
"I try to find something to love in everybody, even if it's a small thing."
Can't let her get away, but not really prepared. Thrown by the possibility of rejection, scrambles for something to keep her drawn in. -- "I was at the cafe a-and I he I approached him like you asked me to and I we went to lunch. Yeah, it was, um- A picnic, kind of?" And he kind of stared at me
Pushing her, getting her upset, trying to manipulate her way into her emotions. When it looks dangerous/like she might be rejected, she reels her out and in again. Detailed lies. Very detailed. Best lies filled with truth. She tells lies like they're true, without hesitation.
Bike; on purpose? She sees her watching. Semi-on purpose. Accidentally on purpose. Playing for sympathy, not afraid of a little bit of hurt. -- she gets taken care of, and it's intoxicating. Attention and sympathy and caring.
Story, pinpointing fear and insecurity. On purpose, to keep her dependant?
Flirting with the son -- almost... she could have a relationship with him?
Chloe Sweeney -- I wish someone had given me lessons. I love music. "Raised by Swans"
She knows how to be sexual, how to be alluring]
--
We met in the park again, um. This time he didn't bring sandwiches. We checked into this room. He put on the news, pretended to be interested. Kissed me. Whispered "Let's fuck." He couldn't get it up. We tried a few times. He was really embarassed, but I told him it didn't really matter. But I liked it, that it meant that we could just wait a little bit longer. At that point he was fully dressed, I was completely naked. ... Does this turn you on?... He wanted to stay dressed. He sat right over there on that bench. Told me to get between his legs. I put him in my mouth, and then he got hard. "sneeze" It's nothing, I'm taking zinc. ! Did he come in your mouth? ! No. I pulled him out of me, put a rubber on him, straddled him. And he came almost immediately after he entered me. I put my tits in his face.
--
[Money. -- oh. :c Yeah, that's right. Money. She still thinks it's a business thing.
Do you still love him? -- I don't know.... gauging the place. Then kiss
A good sense of when to push, when to break someone down. Kiss -- misjudged. Thought it would be the right time. But nope.
Body as an object. Not important. Hence why tlc feels good. When it gets harsh, violent, whatever, semi-dissociation? Sex, using it as a lure, as something she sees as good and something?
SEX -- watching HER get off, not getting off herself. ???
No, it's- this used to be my mother's. And I want you to have it. "Did you drop this on purpose?" c: I wanted to talk to you. ... "You'll see me on the street?" hidden outrage behind joking joking
Email -- blackmail photo, no message. "I'm in your waiting room, didn't you see me when you came in?" :3
I don't want this to be over. And I don't think that you... want it to be either. ... It's not about money. ... /cries
This isn't was- this thing this is was so real and you know that. What about last night I touched you an I- ...
Business transaction -- the hurt and pain of that
Sleeps with the son -- in the bed. You can't control everything. Getting herself off]
--
Your mom is Doctor Stewart.
You look like her.
Yeah. It's the same look in your eyes. I mean, not really the colour or the shape, but the look. And your lips, too.
I'm Chloe. Sweeney.
Nice to meet you.
Are you a musician?
I wish someone had given me lessons. I love music.
Raised by Swans.
You never heard of the band Raised by Swans?
You'd like them. ... I think you'd really like them.
--
Hey.
I bought you that CD that we talked about; Raised by Swans?
What?
But you didn't download the case. Or the artwork. Or the CD that you can keep forever, and hold in your hands...
I hate the internet. Nothing is private, nothing is real like this, me meeting you hear. The penalty box. Do you have a page?
I know, I saw it. That's how I knew that you had a game today. Nice picture.
Yeah you do. I like that picture of your mom.
Isn't she in the background when you're getting that award.
Yeah, she is. I notice everything. I'll see you.
--
So show me around the house.