The cynical but wounded noble. Quick-witted and wry. Charming but a little distant. Willing to sell a kiss - impoverished, you know - but with pain in his past. Courtly. Well-mannered. As the relationship continues, there is more and more honesty - flashes of genuine feeling, moments of vulnerability. A growth not just of sexual compatibility, but of something like real love.
No, no, cherie. My job is not keeping the broken women from meeting each other as they seek solace at your door. It's sweeping them into one of the party rooms where they can find some less tawdry distraction. Like a leather-bound pony play stable master.
Well. Then let's just move on and toast your successes. And the fact that we'll see one another at work each night. Heavens, that is respectable work - something to take pride in.
Oh please, it's picking out party favors and - I don't know, making sure the dildo benches match the decor. I did something not dissimilar at home when the trust fund ran low.
Don't you find it depressing? I'd be chronically depressed. And you were shocked by Macy's bathrooms.
I did something not dissimilar at home when the inheritance ran...Well, all right, when it was cut off completely, not that it ever existed. So no. It's a job like any other. Though much classier and more sanitary than bathrooms.
Not the sex, Byerly. People paying you to lie about being honest. And I know what you'll say, but these are just people who can't get company without cash, not goddamn sleeper agents.
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Nevermind. I'd take getting the escalator with occupied pressed into my cheek after a fuck I know doesn't give a fuck about me, even now. But to each their own. We'll toast your successes.
Other than by association. Though, I won't be there nightly. The job's an occasional affair, but it pays well. Why, we'll get the butcher's prize turkey for Christmas this year.
Of course it's your business. After all, we live together. Worried about those sleeper-agents-or-not-sleeper-agents getting a bit rambunctious, shall we say? It's all right to say so.
I know this place. It has it's own doctor, who apparently got hired not for the obvious reasons, but to treat clients who step out of line. There are rules about anything non consensual.
Oh, indeed. It's run safely and sensibly. I'm not afraid, my beloved Prior, I'm simply being uncharacteristically honest. When one is in close contact with another person, wicked things that people are, there is never a guarantee of safety. That's all.
[ And when one's shtick is one that goes beyond a casual shrug. Oh, and when one targets people with secrets worth knowing... ]
I mentioned sleeper agents because it's the only spy terminology I can remember from the movies, and because I assumed you'd consider it an extension of the trade.
Good! So you were just being a bit cheeky, not nervous. Then all is good. But how charming, this work of yours will be. Tell me about the events you'll be planning.
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I wouldn't have if it was fifty an hour and a free flute to charm your tentacle cock. At least some of this is bullshit, though, right?
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But I'd prefer not to be told it's bullshit because I'd prefer that.
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Don't you find it depressing? I'd be chronically depressed. And you were shocked by Macy's bathrooms.
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And you could
Nevermind. I'd take getting the escalator with occupied pressed into my cheek after a fuck I know doesn't give a fuck about me, even now. But to each their own. We'll toast your successes.
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Other than by association. Though, I won't be there nightly. The job's an occasional affair, but it pays well. Why, we'll get the butcher's prize turkey for Christmas this year.
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..Should I be? Should you b
Do you get hurt during this?
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If that wasn't your concern, why the talk of sleeper agents and the like?
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I know this place. It has it's own doctor, who apparently got hired not for the obvious reasons, but to treat clients who step out of line. There are rules about anything non consensual.
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[ And when one's shtick is one that goes beyond a casual shrug. Oh, and when one targets people with secrets worth knowing... ]
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