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HypnoFanCameron — Countdown to Control
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It was Rachel Riley's 10th year doing Countdown and Catsdown, and she still loved it, but she was getting bored and easily distracted during the tapings. The maths weren't nearly challenging enough, and the jokes were getting stale.One day before taping she was sitting in her dressing room when a knock on the door came. Little did she know that the person on the other side was going to change her life (and her mind) forever.
(Ideally, this is an F-F "Catsdown" RP with one of the other frequent guests: Katherine Ryan, Aisling Bea, Sara Pascoe, etc.; or Suzie Dent, but I'm open to other ideas if you have them. PLEASE know who Rachel Riley is and know what Countdown is for this RP...)
My RP rules:
1) F/F only. Sorry, I'm a lesbian, so no men in my stories
2) Please have an actual hypnosis story with some semblance of a plot. If you just come in with "look in to my eyes and take off your clothes", you're not getting responded to.
3) I'm happy to be Dom or Sub, so please let me know if you're looking to be Rachel, the guest on the show, Suzie, or even someone else if you have ideas, and if you are the other person, a little description of who you are would be good
4) any other questions or comments? I'm happy to respond to those as well.
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'I will do better.' Rachel reaffirmed, though she did so quietly, perhaps a little unsure, this was a far departure from what she previously would have done, and she had not expected to be cowing to your demands when she first walked into your office. 'I mean, I WILL do better, Headmistress Aisling.'
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"Very glad to hear that, Ms. Riley. But I have to say, these are just words. Many of the staff members have informed me that you've promised to behave with them as well, and you've continued your bratty ways, which is what led to this meeting today. What assurances do I have that you will actually do better, and that you're not just giving me lip service to my face today, but tomorrow you'll go back to being a naughty girl?"
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Normally, Rachel might have objected to being called 'bratty', or really to this whole ordeal, but as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt that all too familiar message come from her lips. 'And I'm a bad girl that needs to be punished.' At this point, it no longer even surprised her to hear herself say such a thing, nor did she even have too much objection to it at all. Perhaps she did need to be punished. You had made it abundantly clear how naughty she had been, and right now, you were seeming so much more reasonable than you normally did. 'I... How can I show you that I'll get better? How can I show you that I don't want to be expelled?'
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*Aisling points to the numbers board, which she knows in Rachel's manipulated mind will just look like an ordinary white board.*
"Why don't you go over there and write something that proves to me you will behave? Something like 'I will be a good girl for Headmistess Aisling'? And just keep writing it over and over until I tell you to stop. I think that would be a good start to showing me your reformed ways, don't you, Miss Riley?"
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For a second, Rachel huffed about being told to do something so menial, but with her defences starting to crumble, you knew that she would eventually comply with your command, which she did, moving over to the numbers board, seeing only a regular class white board and starting to write that simple phrase which you had suggested. 'I will be a good girl for Headmistress Aisling.' Then she wrote it again, and again, repeating it over and over on the board.
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(Welcome back!)
*Aisling smiles, watching as Rachel writes the sentence over and over, until the whiteboard is filled. Then to Aisling's delight, Rachel erases everything she has written and starts filling the whiteboard up again with the same sentence. This happens 3 or 4 times, with Rachel repeating the phrase every time she writes it. Eventually, Aisling stands up and walks over, taking the marker from Rachel. Rachel was ready to break, Aisling could tell, so Aisling decided it was time to break her.*
"Miss Riley, put your hands on the whiteboard, and keep repeating the phrase. Do not stop until I instruct you to do so."
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(Thanks, just took a little sabbatical from DA for a while, but I should be back now)
To Rachel, it seemed like such an odd request, though at this point, the fear of getting expelled (or at least, that was how she justified her actions to herself) was enough motivation to ensure that she complied with your demand, keenly aware of who held the power in this situation, and it certainly wasn't her anymore. She reached forward, putting both of her hands on the white board, and ceasing to write, though hte same sentiment was still present as her mouth opened to repeat the phrase with even more vigour than before. 'I will be a good girl for Headmistess Aisling.'
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(Sorry about the delay, I was sick with some kind of respiratory virus. Finally getting back on my feet now).
*Aisling moved behind Rachel as Rachel did as she was told, hands flat against the whiteboard, head bowed, butt out, repeating the phrase as she had been instructed to do. Aisling takes a deep breath and slowly reaches out her hands, placing them on Rachel's hips, seeing what reaction, if any, this will cause, feeling the mesh fabric of Rachel's black top along with the silky fabric of Rachel's tight white skirt, moving her fingers slightly back and forth along the dividing line between the two articles of clothing.*
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(No problem at all, hope you're okay and everything gets better!)
The fact that this behaviour was highly inappropriate was not one that was lost on Rachel, but at this point, after her previous attempts at insubordination, she knew that talking out against it would get her nothing but into further trouble, and whilst she was already skating on thin ice, that was not something she felt comfortable risking right now, so she merely stood meekly as you touched her, continuing to repeat the phrase that you had asked of her, feeling more than a little demeaned. 'I will be a good girl for Headmistess Aisling.'
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*Aisling feels Rachel's body tense up at her touch, but sees that Rachel says nothing about what Aisling is doing. Aisling figures Rachel has either submitted completely (unlikely at this point) or Rachel has decided that this isn't a fight with having with her Headmistress given how her other attempts to stand up for herself all seem to have gone poorly enough that Rachel has just decided to ride this out (much more likely). Aisling will get Rachel to the first point eventually, but she knows she hasn't done enough to break Rachel entirely yet.
Looking down, she sees two options with Rachel's skirt to move this forward: 1) the zipper on the back of Rachel's skirt is easily accessible and a quick tug would have the skirt on the floor in months; 2) Aisling could go the other way and slide the skirt up, exposing more of Rachel's thighs and more, and conveying an even stronger sense of control.
Aisling opts for the latter, inching the bottom of Rachel's skirt up towards her hips, stopping just below the bottom of Rachel's perky backside, knowing full well how badly Rachel wants her to stop. Aisling says nothing, waiting to see what response, if any, Rachel has, Aisling keeping her magic trigger phrase at the ready in case Rachel resists too strongly and needs to be put back in line.*
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As your touch began to shift to something almost a little different in nature, Rachel felt herself growing very uncomfortable, continuing to repeat the phrase as you rested your hand upon her, though you could see her practically convulse as you started to slide up her skirt, Rachel frowning in distress. You could practically see the internal struggle going on inside of her mind, whether or not she should comment on what you were doing, whether it was worth the effort of being expelled, though eventually you saw her more dominant side win over.
'Headmistress Aisling.' Despite the content of her words, she stilled used the title of respect that you had ordered of her. 'Are you... Is this... Is this really appropriate?'
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^Aisling continues to slide the skirt up, until the skirt moves over Rachel's backside, revealing a pair of black lace panties that are surprisingly risque for television, but Aisling figures Rachel never expected anything to see her unmentionables underneath her outfit.*
"Ms. Riley, are you questioning my authority right now? I was hired to bring order and rules to this school and that's what I'm doing. It's important to understand your place and my job is to make sure students here respect the teachers and that includes you, Ms. Riley. Because you, most of all, are a naughty girl."
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'I don't see how... And I'm a bad girl that needs to be punished...' At first, Rachel tried desperately to protest your actions, knowing that no matter what she had done, this certainly wasn't appropriate behaviour for a teacher and their student, but just as had happened before, Rachel fell victim to her own mouth, and had no choice but to say the words that continued to torment her. It's not that she believed them, not really, not deep down, but every time they escaped her lips, she felt herself becoming more and more helpless to resist their sentiment, and though she hated to admit it, the voice in her head telling her that none of it was true was growing fainter and fainter every minute.
'This is... You can't do this...'
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*Aisling lets her hands flow all over Rachel's perky backside, rubbing and squeezing and dragging her nails along Rachel's skin. She feels Rachel's body reacting, as if she wants to pull away, but once she repeats the mantra again, her resistance decreases, and her compulsion to keep her hands on the whiteboard and not pull away strengthens. Aisling hears how Rachel's voice loses more conviction when she speaks and she sounds more and more feeble and meek the longer this goes on. She will submit to Aisling, it's just a matter of time.*
"Of course I can. I'm the disciplinarian at this school and I'm imposing discipline upon one of my students. You said it yourself, you need to be punished. You've said it over and over. So why wouldn't I be allowed to do this, you naughty girl?"
*Aisling figures having Rachel double down on the mantra more frequently will hasten her submission at this point and Aisling is starting to get excited to take her 'student'. As she says the words 'naughty girl' again, she raises her right hand and brings it down firmly on Rachel's rump, the sound of the smack echoing around the empty studio.*
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'But... But- And I'm a bad girl that needs to be punished...' Rachel's voice faded out to a whimper as she was forced to repeat that damning phrase once more, the sentiment becoming truer every time she spoke it. She knew that she was powerless in this position, powerless to resist, you held complete dominance over her, over her future in this school, and right now ever over her body as you caressed her ass, allowing Rachel no modesty as it was held high in the air. She couldn't even move her hands from the white board to offer some feeble facade of defence, and she certainly couldn't push you aside.
She tried to say something else, but all that came out was a faint whining, knowing that whatever she said, you would merely refute it, and carry on moving over her body.
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"Exactly, Miss Riley. I'm glad we're in agreement on that. Now what we need you to do is accept your punishment and learn to enjoy being disciplined. This will go much better for everyone if you learned your place and grew to look forward to these lessons I'm teaching you. You already know you need to be punished. Now I want you to want to be punished. I want you to want me to discipline you. To desire to feel powerful to resist me. To submit completely and know the pleasure that comes from that.*
"As Aisling speaks, she slides her right hand from Rachel's rump along her hip and to the front of Rachel's leg, moving between then and letting her thumb press against those sexy black lace panties Rachel is wearing. She presses into them, feeling the fabric bunch and slide back into Rachel's wetness. Aisling's fingers begin to slowly rub in a circular motion right there as she speaks to Rachel about learning to love disciple and to want to be punished by her Headmistress.*
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This wasn't right. Some part of Rachel deep down knew that fact for certain, though that part of her was now so repressed, so unwilling to face the ire of headmistress Aisling, that it would not speak up in her defence, so Rachel had no choice but to just let herself be used in such a way, your hand moving down to her most intimate parts, any shred of the strong and haughty girl who had walked into this office (or at least, Rachel had thought had walked into what she thought was an office) was completely gone by this point, as her whimpers turned into moans, unable to stop herself, and certainly unable to stop you.
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"You want me to do this, don't you, Rachel? You've been desperate for someone to discipline you since you came to this school. You always knew there was pleasure in obedience and you're ready to submit to me in order to feel this pleasure and know that being under my thumb, aren't you Rachel? Because after all, you're nothing but a naughty girl."
*Aisling hears Rachel's moans grow and steps up her assault on Rachel's mind now that her body is feeling the pleasure. Getting her mind to break would be harder, but ultimately be much much more satisfying.*
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'And I'm a bad girl that needs to be punished.' It was as if Rachel snapped at that moment, knowing that any resistance was hopeless, knowing that you had complete power over her and could do anything you liked, she had no choice but to submit to her punishment, to just go along with everything you were telling her to do, as you invaded her body, filling her with such great pleasure, every word leaving her mouth forcing her to accept more and more that she was in fact a bad little girl, that she needed more than anything to be punished for her actions, and that you were the only one able to deliver this punishment. 'Yes, Headmistress Aisling, I want you to punish me, I need it.'
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*Aisling slides a single finger underneath Rachel's panties as Rachel cries out for punishment. Using her expertise in this area, Aisling strokes and teases and thrills Rachel with just that single digit, hearing Rachel moan and whimper and cry out, but always keeping Rachel just on the edge of that release she is clearly desperate for. Rachel wanted to be punished. Aisling still wanted more.*
"Rachel, tell me you submit to me. Call me your Mistress, not your Headmistress. Once you fully submit to me in every way, I will give you the punishment and discipline you desire, and all the pleasure that comes with it."
*As she says this, Aisling moves her left hand up to Rachel's chest and squeezes Rachel's left breast firmly, sending another wave of excitement through the enchanted blonde, clouding her judgment further and enticing her to do whatever Aisling wants in order to feel this way forever.*
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'I submit to you.' Rachel gasped out in between moans of pleasure, unable to help herself anymore, you were right, she needed this now, and though it was perhaps your words that had spurred that desire, the desire was very real nonetheless, and she wanted more than anything to face the punishment that she so desperately needed. 'You are my mistress, I need to be punished, I need you to punish me.' Her mind was a haze at this point, of desire for both punishment and pleasure, the two things were one and the same to her now, too oblivious to even consider the setting and how inappropriate this whole ordeal was.
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*Aisling uses her finger to send Rachel over the edge, the blonde's moans filling the empty studio. As she feels Rachel's body convulse and twitch due to the orgasm, Aisling removes her finger from Rachel's wetness. She walks over to what would normally see Susie's seat and sits down.*
"Stand up and approach me." *Aisling commands. Now that Rachel had called her Mistress, it was time for Aisling to start acting like it.*
"As you do, remove the outer layer of your uniform. Only good girls get to wear the uniform at this school. Do it slowly and sensually, as if you understand that this is part of the punishment for not being a good girl. The rest need to be punished. You need to be punished, don't you, Rachel? You naughty girl."
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As Rachel was driven to orgasm by your touch, she spent a moment to recollect herself, though she knew that she would have no choice but to listen to her headmis... no, just her mistress now, your call towards her dragging to her feet as she panted and sweated in front of you. 'Yes, Mistress.' She heard herself say as she approached, her hands moving to the shoulders of her uniform.
In Rachel's mind, she was wearing a full school uniform, so the removal of the outer layer meant that she would be pulling off her blazer, leaving a blouse underneath, though in reality, Rachel was still wearing her dress from the show, so when she pulled it all off, she was left standing in nothing but her underwear, moving closer toward you in dictionary corner, as slowly as she could, revealing little bits of skin at a time until her dress was completely piled at her feet. 'And I'm a bad girl that needs to be punished.'
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*Aisling tries to maintain her stern face as Rachel strips and now approaches her in just a White lace bra and silk panties. Aisling can see the outline of the wet spot on the panties, evidence of her handiwork with her fingers on Rachel just a few seconds ago. As Rachel comes towards her, Aisling leans back in the chair, hands folded, giving an air of complete control over the entire situation.*
"Punishment is pleasure, Rachel. We've shown you understand that. But punishment is also giving pleasure to others. And in doing that, you receive pleasure yourself for being punished, which is pleasure. Do you understand?"
*Aisling asks, fully aware of the weirdness of what she said, by hoping to convey into Rachel's submissive mind that by giving her Mistress pleasure, she will receive pleasure herself at the same time.*
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It didn't matter to Rachel that what you were saying didn't make much sense, in her mind, it sounded perfectly sensical, and since the words same straight from the mouth of her mistress, she knew that they must be the truth, giving pleasure to others gave her pleasure, because giving pleasure to others was a punishment, and being punished was pleasurable. 'I understand mistress.' She croaked out as she pulled herself directly before you now, wearing only those tiny undergarments of white lace, otherwise completely bare, knowing that she wanted to give you pleasure, but not brazen enough to take the initiative on her own, as she knew that you always knew better than her.
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"What would you like to do to me, Rachel? How do you wish to give me pleasure?"
*Aisling asks, curious to see if Rachel has any idea how to please a woman or if she's so straight it's never even crossed her mind. Aisling also wants to test if even the thought of giving her Mistress pleasure excites Rachel, as Aisling wants to see Rachel get aroused all over again if possible.*
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Rachel looked up at you meekly, clearly in need of her mistresses permission to even contemplate doing anything on her own. 'I would like to pleasure you, Mistress, but I don't know how.' She seemed confused, like the frightened school girl that you would have her believe that she was, given too much responsibility, and not really knowing the best way to handle it.
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(Should I just assume this one has been abandoned?)
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(Sorry for leaving you out to dry, I got a bit busy, so I couldn't reply to things as often, and then I kinda lost interest in the narrative, so it's been on the backburner)
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Ok, let's just leave it there then. Thanks for the stories.
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"Well, just close your eyes and think about what's been done to you. You're a pretty enough girl, I'm sure you've had boyfriends, or possibly girlfriends in the past. Think about what they've done and how it's made you feel, how they did it, and think about doing it to me. That's a good starting point, I think."
*Aisling speaks in her sweet Irish brogue, knowing that accent has so much power over Rachel right now. She knows as she commands it, Rachel is thinking about the most pleasurable experiences she's ever had, and says nothing as Rachel closes her eyes and her right hand moves up her leg and over her waist, and heads down towards her already wet panties. Aisling silently begins to slip out of her own clothes, to get ready for her turn after she guides Rachel through a deepening through pleasure.*
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*Katherine Ryan knocks on Rachel Riley's dressing room door before their taping of "Catsdown". She smoothes down her red skirt and makes sure her white top is buttoned up to the proper levels, her black heels shining on the linoleum floor. She knows her makeup is perfect and her brown hair has been crimped ever so slightly. She's planning on couching this as just a visit to an old friend, but her ulterior motive is exciting her.*
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Rachel finishes sliding her black heels onto her pantyhosed feet, hearing the knock and shouting "Two seconds!" As she stands to smooth out her dress.
She wonders to her door, opening it. "Oh, hey Kath!" She says happily, hugging the comedian. "What brings you to my door?" She says with a chuckle. "Want to come in?" She says, stepping from the door slightly.
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*Katherine smiles, taking in Rachel's outfit for a moment, before looking up and smiling at the mathematician.* "Hey, yeah, sure! I'd love to. Just wanted to stop in and say hi! It's been a while." *Katherine steps into Rachel's dressing room, shutting the door behind her.* "Did you need to finish touching up your makeup or anything? Don't let me interrupt. I just wanted to come in and chat with you before we went out there."
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Rachel smiles, letting the Canadian in. "I'm pretty much done!" She smiles, showing her bright white teeth as Katherine steps inside. "Yeah, it has been a while. Or, feels like it anyway. How've you been? Did you want a drink or something?" Rachel asks, being hospitable.
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"Nah, probably shouldn't before going on tv to do a game of letters and numbers." *Katherine says, taking a seat in one of the chairs in Rachel's office, daintily crossing her legs under her skirt as she sits and smoothing her skirt as she settles. "Any advice for the maths so I don't make a complete ass of myself on the numbers rounds? I feel like I'll be ok for the letters rounds on my own."
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Rachel laughs, sitting across from Katherine, putting her legs together, placing her hands in between her legs. "You know I can't help with the maths. I'm just good at it!"
She rests back. "Maaaaybe you just need to practice in between your comedy." She offers as a not very handy piece of advice.
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"I'm not saying you help me cheat. Just any tips you might have. You know, for us non-maths freaks." *Katherine says playfully, silently admiring Rachel's legs in those black pantyhose.* "I have a daughter, I don't have time to be practicing maths problems anymore." *Katherine smiles, trying to help Rachel be more at ease as they talk so that she's not on guard for anything.*
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Rachel chuckles, crossing her right leg over her left and dangling her heel off of her toes. "I'm not sure I approve of you calling me a freak, so I waaas maybe thinking about helping, with your daughter and all, but nope. That does it. Offer's gone."
She smiles and rests her head on her hand, looking at Kath playfully.
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"Oh really, Ms. Riley? And what, pray tell, would you be telling me if the offer were still on the table?" *Katherine playfully leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees and resting her face in her palms, her chin resting between them. As she leans forward, her necklace slips out from beneath her blouse and hangs from her neck in plain view. Katherine bats her eyes at Rachel with a giggle.*
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Rachel leans in even further down. "Well, Ms. Ryyyan...you'd have to make a pretty darn good case for yourself." She says, putting her feet flat on the floor next to each other, glancing down at the necklace which is now hanging from Katherine's neck.
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"Oh would I?" *Katherine sits back up, but the necklace stays outside of the blouse and continues to hang from Katherine's neck.* "What kind of case would I need to make? I've been told I can be VERY persuasive, Rachel."
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Rachel sits back, feigning surprise. "Really, Ms. Ryan? You? Persuasive?" She chuckles. "Y'know, I'm not of the male gender. I'm not sure how persuasive you can be, but do enlighten me, please." She sits back, re-crossing her legs. "I'm all ears."
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*Katherine laughs. She reaches up with her right hand and 'absent-mindedly' begins playing with her necklace between her fingers while smiling at Rachel.*
"You know? You're right. I have mostly been told I'm very convincing by men. Alright, fair enough, you called my bluff. I've got nothing. I just thought I'd try again to get some simple maths tips to take out there with me. I hate when I'm paired with Jon and I look dumb next to him. He's so competitive, even when he's pretending he isn't."
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Rachel smiles. "Another win for the...freak." She chuckles, looking at Katherine playing around with her necklace.
"That's the charm of Jon, he...adds to the show in his own way." She smiles. "I do find him funny, so he does his job." She sits back, a relaxed body language being given off.
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"Jon and Sean both do. They're both great. I miss when Joe was on every week as your assistant. That always made me laugh. He's the most ridiculous human being that ever lived, I think."
*Katherine continues playing with the necklace, waiting for Rachel to comment on it so she can move on to the next step in her plan, but thinking it would be a bit odd to just take off a piece of jewelry without knowing for sure Rachel has seen it. Katherine switches her crossed legs, now putting the other one on top, trying to give off a similar air of friendly relaxation and calmness.*
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"It was always a surprise to hear his plans for the show." She laughs, thinking back.
"Fond of that necklace?" She questions, wondering why Katherine's been playing with it for so long.
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*Katherine looks down as if she didn't even realize she had been playing with the necklace.*
"Ha, how about that? Didn't even notice it slip out from underneath my blouse. I am quite fond of it, actually, yeah. My daughter gave it to me a few years ago." *Rachel lies, making it seem more harmless as a gift from a child.* "It's very special to me."
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"Aww, that's sweet." She smiles.
"What's it made of? May I take a look?" She seems intrigued, sitting up in her chair.
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*Katherine smiles politely, trying to suppress the evil grin she wants to flash. Rachel has taken the bait. Now it's time to reel in the big fish.*
"Sure. Do you mind if I just show you instead of you touching it though? It's very fragile, so I don't want to let a lot of people handle it just in case something were to break and it might fall apart." *Katherine reaches behind her back and unclasps the necklace, reclasping it in her hands. She holds it at Rachel's eye-level, but still a few feet away, remaining seated as Rachel does the same.* "It's a blue gem stone. Want to guess what it is?"
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