Chloe Adams was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming where she lived with her family until she turned eighteen. She was the youngest and only daughter of her parents' five children. Her family owned a well respected farm in the valley and daily life for her was not unlike that of a ranch hand on any other farm in the country.
Growing up with four brothers had its share of difficulties for Chloe. She spent half her time rough and tumbling with her brothers on the farm, and the other half learning to be a domesticate with her mother in the kitchen. She had a hard time deciding which type of woman she wanted to be, so she did her best to be a bit of both.
Around the age of seven, Chloe started having a problem with night terrors. She would often wake up in the middle of the night screaming, her body and bed soaked with sweat. Her dreams would be horrific, almost paralyzing some nights. So much, in fact, that she was too frightened to go back to sleep a lot of the time. She would spend her waking hours keeping herself busy trying not to think that the glorious days would soon turn to night and she would have to endure that unspeakable hell all over again.
Her parents had taken her to various psychologists to try and figure out what was causing Chloe's terrible dreams and what could be done to cease them. No one could really get a handle on what was going on. Having grown up on a farm, her father was convinced that it may have been traumatizing for her to see animals slaughtered on a regular basis. Maybe the sight of it all left her uneasy around the farm and they wondered if it would be something she would ever outgrow. Adults speculated about the origin of Chloe's dreams for years, but Chloe knew what had started them all and it was a secret she would take to her grave.
When Chloe was seven she was out in their thirty acres of back yard going through the rows of corn picking some for dinner. She was just heading out of the field when the sound of a woman yelling caught her attention. She turned her sights over to the Webber farm just across the field and over the barbed wire fence. Mr. Webber was dragging Mrs. Webber out of the house by her arm and pulling her along the ground toward the chicken coop in their back yard. Mrs. Webber was screaming and kicking wildly as her legs made trail marks in the bare dirt outlining their house. Mr. Webber had dragged her out of sight around the house. Chloe blinked hard and her heart raced. She had no idea what was going on. Were they playing a game? If so, Mrs. Webber didn't look like she was having much fun at all.
The Webber couple were known for their violent outbursts in the community. Mr. Webber was a raging drunk who would frequently come home late at night intoxicated. The constant fighting and yelling coming from their farm was pretty much routine for anyone who lived within a twenty mile radius. Police officers were called to their residence so regularly, it was almost a daily occurrence.
The two had disappeared around the house when Chloe heard a loud thud and suddenly Mrs. Webber was quiet. She stood and waited for a few minutes only to see Mr. Webber return to the front of his house, his clothes splattered with blood and a bloodied axe in his hand. Chloe's eyes widened and she dropped her bucket of corn. The sudden sound made Mr. Webber glance out into the field for its source. Luckily, Chloe was still short enough to be hidden by the tall grass and corn stalks. She ducked underneath the brush and watched as Mr. Webber closed in on her location.
"Who's there!?" He yelled. He began swinging his axe in the brush trying to get a clear view of what may have been hiding.
"Who's there!?" He yelled over an over again. It seemed like an eternity that Chloe sat in the brush waiting for Mr. Webber to be satisfied that no one was there. Just then, a jack rabbit jumped out of the brush and hopped past Mr. Webber. The fear on his face diminished as he took one more check in the brush with his axe. He finally turned back toward the house.
"God damn rabbits!" He screamed. Chloe watched as he quickly walked into his house and let the screen door shut behind him.
It wasn't until months later did the authorities ever find out what had happened to Patricia Webber. Chloe recalled the whole scene with the police cars and Mr. Webber being carted off to jail. It took investigators less than a week to dig up all the remains of Frank Webber's wife. And even though he was being punished for his crime, the damage was still done. From the day that Chloe saw the murder of Patricia Webber, her nightmares had begun.
As the years went on, her nightmares became fewer and farther between until they all but disappeared, but even now, Chloe had never really forgotten the dramatic effect of that horrific day and those terrifying nights.
She grew up, moved out further west and tried to start a new life away from the farm that harvested not only food, but a lifetime of horrible memories.
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Chloe found herself in L.A. trying to forge a life in the huge and unfamiliar city. She had already come to terms with her sexuality in high school and by the time she made it to California, was extremely comfortable with the idea that she preferred women to men.
Chloe first met Rachael at a mutual friend's birthday party. Rachael Brown was notoriously known as being one of the elite lesbian community's playgirls. Anyone who left a party with her knew exactly what they were getting in to. Rachael Brown was a very attractive and an irresistibly seductive woman and any woman (or man, although futile) would give anything to be with her. She was the oldest daughter of wealthy entrepreneur Maxwell Brown, owner of Brown Industries, an architectural conglomerate known throughout the western states. The company was known for designing some of the most elaborate, modern-day and technologically unique buildings in the country.
Being the first daughter of the Brown clan, Rachael was lavished with every possible thing her heart ever desired. Her father taught her the virtues of hard work, and she held that close to her heart, but she was indeed a rich party girl and she easily lived up to her reputation.
One evening Rachael was attending a swanky birthday bash being thrown by one of her wealthy friends when a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and stunning blue eyes walked in and immediately caught Rachael's attention. The young lady saw Rachael and smiled. The attraction was instant and magnetic. Rachael had to get to know her.
Chloe wore a very well fitting red strapless dress and three-inch heels to match. She was carrying a matching red, satin purse tightly clutched in both hands in front of her. Chloe had spent much of the night mingling with the other guests and quietly watching Rachael Brown. Everyone watched Rachael Brown, but Chloe stood out to Rachael and Chloe knew that Rachael was watching her too.
Eventually, she smoothly glided over to Rachael to introduce herself when she was rudely interrupted by another woman who arrogantly dismissed and ignored Chloe's attempt to talk to Rachael first.
Undeterred, Chloe placed a small, yellow napkin into Rachael's vest jacket and walked away. Rachael reached in her pocket to find a name and phone number printed on it. In true Rachael Brown form, she quickly dismissed the unlucky woman talking to her and quickly plucked Chloe out of the crowd.
When Rachael brought Chloe back to her place, she had every intention of seducing her. Rachael had always been a mistress of conquests. She rarely ever kept a lover more than a night or two, and in her eyes, Chloe was no different.
No sooner had they entered her apartment than Rachael pushed Chloe up against the wall and kissed her fiercely. Chloe's purse strap still clung to her fingers as she tried to shake her hand loose from its binding. Rachael was busy running her hands up Chloe's dress fondling the quickly stiffening nub beneath her cotton panties. Her hands finally free, Chloe responded in turn kissing Rachael back and running her hands up the underside of her blouse.
Rachael released Chloe from her invasive kiss, lifted the bottom half of her dress and angrily yanked her panties from her body. With Chloe's sex completely exposed, Rachael quickly burrowed her head beneath Chloe's dress. She gasped and let her body fall back against the wall in the wake of Rachael's tongue devouring her pussy from stem to stern. Chloe lifted her leg and rested it on Rachael's shoulder, looking for some form of support to keep her from collapsing to the floor below.
Chloe reluctantly tore Rachael's lips from her body and gasped again when the heat from Rachael's warm mouth was gone. Rachael stood up and locked her mouth on Chloe's again, letting her taste herself on Rachael's lips.
Rachael pulled Chloe backward with her and they both collapsed on the couch behind them. Chloe fell on top of Rachael, their lips still locked in an intense tango. Rachael began unbuttoning her own blouse and Chloe's hands found their way inside her partially opened shirt and underneath her bra. She teased her nipple as Rachael squealed from the intense sensation of Chloe fondling her body--
And just as suddenly as it all began -- it ended.
Chloe lifted herself off of Rachael's body, stood up and attempted to straighten her clothes. Her hair was in disarray and her face flushed.
"What are you doing?" Rachael asked, her body still writhing on the couch below.
"Nothing." Chloe said pulling her hair back in a large bun behind her head.
Rachael let her forehead rest on the back of the couch and let out a sigh of pure frustration.
"Are we going to do this or not?" She almost yelled as she sat there, with her blouse completely unbuttoned, exposing her full, voluptuous, heaving cleavage barely being contained by the black lace bra covering them.
Chloe smiled and sat back down on the couch next to her. She leaned in and carelessly pushed Rachael to her back on the couch. She straddled her at the waist and held Rachael's hands tightly above her head. Rachael's breathing became erratic. The sexual excitement rose ten-fold in Rachael's body and her wanting hips began to move beneath Chloe in response.
