Chloë Sempère | IgnitionWhile waiting for her order at Starbucks, Chloë texts @BlueDeathCheatr:
📲 I am at Starbucks. Do you want me to bring you anything?
Chloe Price📲 something with chocolate
@BlueDeathCheatr Not long after that text, Chloë is standing on Chloe’s front stoop, naked as a jaybird. In her hands are two drinks, one black tea with sugar and one chocolate mocha cappuccino for the bluenette. Between the Frenchwoman’s teeth is a paper bag containing two raspberry scones. She raises a leg and taps the doorbell with her big toe.
@ChloeSempere The blue Chloe, also naked herself, opens the door for her friend. She is quick to nab the chococcino, but lays it on the table for now.
"Things are good?"
@BlueDeathCheatr Taking the bag from her mouth in her hand, Chloë steps inside, careful not to hit her head on the doorframe.
“Ah, ouais! I recently had my first modeling job! They said that they loved my energy, mais I think they just liked mes seins. Ils sont assez spectaculaires, non?” She peers down at her chest. “The goddesses made them… comment dit-on, guilleret—ah, perky.
Comment vas-tu, Bleu?”
@ChloeSempere "I'm sorry for being so cynical, but I sure hope this wasn't a creepshot deal. I've gotten some 'modeling' offers in the past and ninety percent of them turned out to be from gooner losers."
@BlueDeathCheatr “Qu’est-ce que ‘gooner’?” Chloë takes a sip of her drink.
She’d be lying if the sight of Blue Chloe so bare didn’t turn her on. Still, the Frenchwoman retains her composure.
@ChloeSempere "...it's best that you don't know.
Plans for the weekend?"
@BlueDeathCheatr “J’ai un autre concert de mannequin demain.” A shallow gasp escapes Chloë’s lips. “Would you like to come? Une grande dame aux cheveux bleus ferait sensation!”
@ChloeSempere "Eh, I'd rather not. I still don't like those guys who ask for naked pics.
I'll be at my buddy Max's house tomorrow, stop by when you're done."
@BlueDeathCheatr The shoot goes off wonderfully. The Frenchwoman is a sensation with this new crew. But something about what her Blue friend said stuck in Chloë’s mind.
Without knowing whether Max is Maxwell or Maxine, Chloë presses a finger to the doorbell of the address Chloe gave.