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rainbowfic2021-02-05 08:38 pm
ilthit) wrote in rainbowfic2021-02-05 08:38 pm
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Kohl #10: Sirene (Peccadillo Parlour)
Name: Sirene
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Kohl #10: Stage makeup
Supplies and Styles: n/a
Word Count: 400
Rating: teen
Warnings: Mention of animal cruelty.
Summary: A sex-positive blog once interviewed Juliette about her profession, as they called the camming.
A sex-positive blog once interviewed Juliette about her profession, as they called the camming. It wasn’t really her profession, she told them. She was a student.
She was one of several girls and a couple of boys that they talked to for their article.
“Yeah, I like it,” she answered over the video call. She did the interview in one of her costumes, the one with cat ears and a suspender skirt, and her long blonde wig. She figured it was the sort of thing they might want to screenshot. When they asked her why, she had to think for a while. “It’s flattering, I guess. They pay to get to compliment me.”
The interviewer laughed and made a joke about street harassment. “What if they turn nasty?” said the other one, the one who was supposed to just sit in on the interview. The woman.
“I cut the call,” said Juliette.
The man frowned. He had a thin gold chain around his neck. “Don’t you lose money that way?”
Juliette shook her head, tilted it, and gave him a coy smile. It took three days, but he showed up with his credit card at her cam site.
If she didn’t like her caller, she would pout and end the call without warning or explanation. They bought a new session, and she’d close it again and again until they apologized. And then she’d be sweet as honey. And they loved her for it.
She never even took her clothes off.
Juliette knew she was weird. She’d been a weird little girl, and now she was a weird young woman, and she’d go on to be a weird aunt and then a weird great-aunt. But other people were weird too. She was almost convinced everyone was, in some secret way. Maybe they, too, had to place all their pins in order by size, and pour out the last few spoonfuls of shampoo in the sink, and thought about crushing frogs rather more than was normal.
She let them be that way. Just so long as they were nice to her.
She didn’t talk about the weird, certainly not to the men on the other side of the screen, but they sensed something in her, some mirror of their own twist, and they kept paying, and in return she let them think that money could make a girl love you.
Story: Peccadillo Parlour
Colors: Kohl #10: Stage makeup
Supplies and Styles: n/a
Word Count: 400
Rating: teen
Warnings: Mention of animal cruelty.
Summary: A sex-positive blog once interviewed Juliette about her profession, as they called the camming.
A sex-positive blog once interviewed Juliette about her profession, as they called the camming. It wasn’t really her profession, she told them. She was a student.
She was one of several girls and a couple of boys that they talked to for their article.
“Yeah, I like it,” she answered over the video call. She did the interview in one of her costumes, the one with cat ears and a suspender skirt, and her long blonde wig. She figured it was the sort of thing they might want to screenshot. When they asked her why, she had to think for a while. “It’s flattering, I guess. They pay to get to compliment me.”
The interviewer laughed and made a joke about street harassment. “What if they turn nasty?” said the other one, the one who was supposed to just sit in on the interview. The woman.
“I cut the call,” said Juliette.
The man frowned. He had a thin gold chain around his neck. “Don’t you lose money that way?”
Juliette shook her head, tilted it, and gave him a coy smile. It took three days, but he showed up with his credit card at her cam site.
If she didn’t like her caller, she would pout and end the call without warning or explanation. They bought a new session, and she’d close it again and again until they apologized. And then she’d be sweet as honey. And they loved her for it.
She never even took her clothes off.
Juliette knew she was weird. She’d been a weird little girl, and now she was a weird young woman, and she’d go on to be a weird aunt and then a weird great-aunt. But other people were weird too. She was almost convinced everyone was, in some secret way. Maybe they, too, had to place all their pins in order by size, and pour out the last few spoonfuls of shampoo in the sink, and thought about crushing frogs rather more than was normal.
She let them be that way. Just so long as they were nice to her.
She didn’t talk about the weird, certainly not to the men on the other side of the screen, but they sensed something in her, some mirror of their own twist, and they kept paying, and in return she let them think that money could make a girl love you.
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Oh, very good! I love the sharpness in your pieces.
Although I'm intrigued: and thought about crushing frogs rather more than was normal. This does seem... very specific?
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There is probably more to be said about the frog thing.
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