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damnscl‌

      understanding failing her, riley faltered with a ramble, “but why would i want to throw a ham at a playground, let alone a client?” brows pinching further, the brunette reasoned aloud, “does the ham make them horny? is it one of those foods, like chocolate? or it makes them relax and then you just get a drill?” clearly, evelyn would have to be blunt with the younger synth if she wanted to get her lesson across. recognizing a visible lesson would probably be best, riley encouraged evie with a breathtaking smile cast in her direction, “of course! i would love for you to show me. because i think i am confused. i want to know everything, but maybe how you start off scenes? is there like prepping you do to ease into their fantasies?” 

a well timed shake of her head showed how evelyn was having as much trouble to suppress the corners of her mouth from curling as riley understanding what she’d just said and the synth put down the empty cup onto the tainted counter. ‘‘food can very much be a horny factor, if you play it right, may i?’‘ open palm awaiting riley’s hand to slide into hers, she led them to her room. closing the door and setting the room’s availability to taken, she wasted no time whatsoever. ‘‘depending on the scene, i’ll take the lead here and project a fantasy i’ve done before.’‘ a hint of entertainment glistening in her eyes before it smoothly shifted onto taking the upper hand, she came up real close. ‘‘it’s not just about saying a few dirty things, it’s about the energy in the room, if they want you to take control ... you take it and don’t ever let it slip from your hands.’’ like her one hand had been brushing strands back behind riley’s ear, the other stopped on her chest to gently push her backwards until her knees hit the bed. ‘’sometimes the simplest touches will turn them on like crazy,’’ her hips positioned locking riley’s legs, her fingers on her chest still feather light drawing circles, still ‘saying’ she was the one on top as she came closer and whispered in her ear. ‘’blowing hot ear onto their skin will create goosebumps,’’ softly doing so beneath her ear where her jawline began, ‘’it’s a sensation that’ll leave them wanting for more. the brunette slowly came back up to meet her face to face, ‘‘and when you know they know you’re in control, you shift that energy to your eyes, just like this...’‘

... then popping a well deserved m&m into her mouth as she rolled off of her, a soft snicker leaving her lips as her back met the soft faux fur bedspread.

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it’d been years ... which explained exactly, or perhaps still very little, how they’d gotten here. her last session had left the synth in a blonde wig, braided loosely and lazily like the regular liked, dressed in a housewife outfit that screamed midlife crisis at its finest. a scenario evelyn didn’t comprehend fully, she’d never be a housewife. never have a kid that’d be pestering her all day and night. she’d try to get into that fantasy as much she could, but by the end of the session, nothing of that mindset remained. it disappeared like snow greeting the sun, preparing for the next session already. which turned out to be not so much of a session at all. her mood shifted instantly at the sight of marc, like a weight lifted off her shoulders as she stepped aside, making way for the man to enter, shutting the door behind him. a short silence fell after she’d welcomed him with merely a glance, needing another moment before turning around to face marc. resting a whole different kind of weight upon his shoulders than she’d ever done, ‘’... have you ever loved someone?’’

@corrcded​

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benefitorahazard‌

   “Look, if you can give me a pretty damn good justification for not going to work tomorrow, I’ll buy you a drink. Not just one of those cheap drinks, either,” Sterling said, completely serious about his offer. He really didn’t want to head into work and have to deal with the bullshit of it all. A hangover might be a good enough excuse in his mind, anyways.

‘‘usually a stab wound or two would be enough reason to not come to work, at least i’ve heard.’‘ this wasn’t a suggestion, rather an observation she noted at work, things she’d seen during all the years she’s been active at the grind. ‘‘there was a guy once who told me his uncle had died unexpectedly so he had a funeral to attend instead of work, little did i know he’d been the cause of his uncle’s death until later ... so maybe don’t kill your uncle. or anyone.’‘

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damnscl‌

      “i don’t know… i’m not very good at doing that. i can wear the outfits though and that usually helps. and i will tell them a command or two, and that moves things along. but i feel like it’s awkward sometimes, you know? like i’m faking it…” she was, wasn’t she? but her clients couldn’t figure that out. or else riley would be out of the business, and possibly terminated. she was supposed to do everything! it was in her upgraded programming. “oh!” she gasped, eyes wide, “but maybe you could show me some pointers? since you know so much.” 

@wrcngness​

‘‘to me it sounds like you haven’t embraced it. you’re just doing it out of protocol, but there’s no actual manual about this type of work. we’re not engineers that pick up a drill and just go ham on a playground, we have to understand the client we’re facing and project their fantasies onto ourselves and then go ham.’’ did she have any clue what she was talking about herself? not really, it seemed like there was a fog clouding the part that was supposed to be her common sense. she mentally put the blame on the chamomile tea she could only smell, no longer taste. ‘’you mind if i show you instead? perhaps it works best if you have the actual experience first. what would you like to know?’’

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clients hadn’t come in in over a hour, evie processed from behind the small notebook she clenched between her fingers. in the other a pen that wrote down notes that could be written off as gibberish to anyone, but made sense to the synth. the grind was more silent than usual, no wanderers, first timers, lurkers or creeps to be seen when she opened the door that led to many more. there was someone her blue eyes fell upon, feigning something similar to interest, her head tilted somewhat. ‘’can i help you out with something?’’ the red hair being more than entrancing, her lips parted again, ‘’crazy hours have passed, i’d like to help and i don’t bite ... unless you’d want me to, i’d bite if you'd like that.’’

@magnctise​

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『   REBECCA FERGUSON, CIS FEMALE   』 » well, is that EVELYN? this eleven year old (appears thirty six) SYNTHETIC has only been in PANORAMA CITY for about eleven years, usually found STARGAZING when she wasn’t working as a WORKER AT THE GRIND. she DOES support synthetic rights and IS being watched by the government.  ╱  andromeda, 21+, gmt

trigger warnings bdsm, choking & abuse

NEUTRAL. eleven years ago a new model was introduced to the grind. at first glance, there seemed nothing new, nothing the grind hadn’t seen before. a brunette with icy blue eyes and a slender figure, there were dozens of those. it was the first time she spoke that made the difference from most women at the brothel. the syllables that flew from her lips with such delicacy, her name spoken for confirmation, were a refreshment. an english accent surrounded the mostly american ones and on top of that, she was quite serious. evelyn’s intention wasn’t to come onto clients, she let them come to her instead.

IDLE. for a total amount of five years evelyn never doubted anything, felt different or had any interactions that shifted something inside her. she was more idle than anything, followed a routine without question where she pleasured clients and didn’t think twice about it. it was what she was programmed to do, after all. she didn’t hit it off with the other synths and never wondered why, they were just around, doing their thing and so was she.

CONFUSION. most clients evelyn faced liked it vanilla, have her play out a certain fantasy they requested, she didn’t say no to anything. bottom, top, switch, she knew all about it. even the more extreme roles were in her expertise, to a certain limit. switching between them was no issue. up until six years ago, evelyn was fine portraying the dominatrix role or act out the submissive role. it took one night where a client took their session too far, that has literally knocked some senses into evelyn. the man’s bdsm fantasies involved choking the life out of women, tying them up and knocking them out and evelyn fell victim to his satisfaction. however she didn’t need air and didn’t feel pain like humans would, this was an experience that left a mark. her air supply wasn’t cut off to knock her out, she was wide awake throughout the entire session and left tied up once it was over, leaving her like that for the next client to find.

TRAUMA. suddenly her day to day life seemed different, she couldn’t figure out how or why, but there were things she noticed now that she didn’t before. something had shifted in her coding and sessions weren’t the same. she had become a performer with less passion, if one could call it that. she’d grown more suspicious of clients, noticed the talking of other workers at the grind. the space she’d called home for so long suddenly had a different feeling, it had changed. she had changed.

ANGER. over time her personality began to change, she actually clapped back to the employees who talked about her behind her back. sometimes conversations she had with clients had a deeper meaning, there grew a depth she didn’t know she possessed. there were a lot of subtle changes she still to this day hasn’t figured out if she already had them or awakened them somehow. some nights she felt like overheating, declining clients and smash her comfort food m&m’s all over the floor not understanding why. she could no longer taste any kind of food, in any way, and it revealed a new type of emotion.

SERIOUS. another four years passed by of evelyn growing back accustomed to the environment that remained her home. like nothing had ever happened, she moved on with an ease that would be considered unhealthy to a psychiatrist, but she wasn’t human and she had no idea who psychiatrists were, so she dealt with it in her own way. pretending everything was fine, nothing had changed and not having a clue she was actually feeling things, missing things and clinging onto an older version of herself that was no longer there.

HAPPINESS. evelyn has no idea how it happened and still can’t pinpoint it til this day, but a new change shifted within her ever since a new synth came working for the grind two years ago. another refreshment that most synths resented for being new. and somehow evelyn connected to that moment, that scenario and recognized herself coming in as a new, young thing many moons ago. most times, she tried not to pay attention, but her eyes always remained on the newcomer, until they were practically glued to her over the months that passed. for the first time she was actually talking to someone in a positive way that lived in the same environment as she did. it felt like electricity sparking. there were changes in her physical reactions and vocabulary. somehow the corners of her mouth curled without effort, there was no overheating in every conversation they had unlike with most synths she interacted with. there was someone she shared her faux fur coats, m&m’s and experiences with. her day to day routine shifted unexpectedly, anything she was used to fell away and she didn’t feel strange about it. now there is only one thing occupying her mind most of the time and it’s a spark. you can’t spell electricity without riley, after all.