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WHO: Herr Klaus Starr and Doctor Frederick Chilton
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Psychiatric Hospital for Abnormal Conditions
WHEN: January 6th, afternoon.
WHAT: Job opportunities.
WARNINGS: Herr Starr is in this log. That's your warning.

[ After Starr's conversation with Hux, he figured that simply compiling his 'successes' from the pet wedding wouldn't be enough. He needed something better. Something professional to better his chances. Chilton was a doctor. Chilton would be able to write something up to fluff up Starr's resume. Moreover, Chilton could be threatened into doing what he wanted if the man opted to not comply. It was the better option than going to his Ambassador.

But considering what transpired between them a month ago, perhaps Chilton would be a bit more willing to aid Starr than not. Who knew. The psychiatrist was a bit unpredictable. Would he be more of a dick or less of a dick -- that was the question.

So Herr Starr went through the proper channels to request a meeting with the doctor. And he arrived at the office, pristine in a new white suit with a briefcase in hand. ]

Doctor.

[ A short and curt greeting. Starr would at least start civilized. ]

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton stiffened his spine as Starr entered; shoulders back, chin up. It was a forced air of authority, the sort of play a man without an ace might pull.]

I'll admit, Herr Starr, when Reggie informed me of your interest in a meeting, well... I was surprised.

[He tilted his head, to acknowledge the aforementioned point:] You and I hadn't left on the best of terms.

[Chilton folded his hands, looking Starr up and down, as if he could divine some secret hint hidden up to this point.]

Please, take a seat.

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It is not my intention to remain too long so I will remain standing.

[ He approached the desk, his mouth down turned as he glanced around the office. Whether that was a look of disapproval or Starr's resting face was indeterminable. But regardless, he placed his briefcase on the desk and opened it up to pull out a few papers.

And beneath those papers, visible in the briefcase for a couple seconds, were a few obviously nude photographs. They looked like imPorts. One kind of looked like Chilton.

Starr closed them in the briefcase and slid the paperwork in Chilton's direction. ]

I am applying for a job and am in need of a professional write up. You are a professional. I believe this will make us even after you squirted your stimulant into me with your probing fingers.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Uh. [Chilton glanced again at that now-closed briefcase, already questioning what he thought he had seen from the barest corner before it had been shut. Surely not, no. Trick of the light. Nothing more.]

Excuse me. The whole sedating you business was in direct response to you kidnapping me and, what I have come to believe, your subsequent attempt at subjecting me to an elaborate sex scandal. I did that to make us even.

[And because he wanted to dominate Starr, at least medically.]

What kind of job solicits you, anyway?

[Chilton grabbed for the papers, so he could read them over in detail himself.]

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[ He lifted his chin, his mouth setting in a thin line. Starr wasn't proud of what his job hunt had come down to. But a paper pusher was remarkably better than dealing with dogs and dog shit all day. ]

A fellow imPort has some office work he needs done part time. Scheduling, paperwork, running errands. Possibly murder sometimes.

[ That last part added simply to make the job details sound better in his opinion. Although he probably should have thought better of it when talking to a criminal psychiatrist. ]

I did aid you, if you recall. When you were out of your mind. I attempted to find a cure to your poisoning. And although it was not poison, is it not the thought that counts?

[slightlyoffchilt]

And I paid for your shoes. Which are nice, by the way, is that the pair?

[He kept a squat pose, but lifted himself a few inches from his chair so that he might peer over the edge of his desk and witness Starr's nice shoes again.]

Not only did your medications not work for my alleged poisoning -- because it hadn't been poison -- but I paid you for your time and services regardless.

[As he sat back down, he ran a few fingers through his hair. Chilton was rather fond of touching his own hair in Starr's company.]

And the fact that I choose not to investigate your possibly murder sometimes comment should exhibit my already glowing magnanimity. Moreover -- why do you want this job? It sounds like an internship. And you are, what, pushing fifty?

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[ Well, if not for the shoes compliment, Starr might have started in with the murder threats immediately. But as it stood, yes. His shoes were quite nice and he appreciated that Chilton appreciated them. More people should. ]

Compared to my current job where I get to spend the day with frantic pet owners and their salivating and odorous pet companions -- I wonder why I would ever wish to leave such a dream job.

[ His gaze leveled on Chilton, harsh and unblinking. ]

You writing these papers is not a requirement by any stretch. It increases my chances, but only marginally so. And yet, I chose to come to you. I chose you as my professional of choice before I took this paperwork to my Ambassador for his recommendation instead.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your Ambassador. Would that be Sam Merlotte? Because, how funny, he and I just so recently had something of a discussion. Involving you.

[Uh oh. Chilton narrowed his hazel gaze, equally unblinking.]

You and Sam have interesting hobbies, don't you?

[He wasn't precise in what he meant, he thought the implication would be more damning. And while his specific thoughts lingered on that vague conversation that Sam had alluded to, which in of itself might have been falsified, Chilton thought his own linguistic ambiguity would open doorways.]

This internship is beneath you. A stepping stone at best.

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[ Was that meant to perturb Starr? He cocked his head curiously at Chilton, raising a brow. He was practically immune to the irritation that came from someone talking about him behind his back, and he had no true compassion to understand why it may have bothered Chilton that he spoke to Sam. Either Starr had no real ego or his ego was entire impenetrable. ]

You mentioned you had held him in your hospital. I wished to confirm and compare our experiences. But that is not something I would consider a 'hobby.'

[ Casually spoken. He glanced down at the paperwork. ]

I know it is beneath me. Everything in this piss soaked universe is beneath me and a waste of my time. Yet if you poke the porter, your chances of leaving are dramatically decreased. Until the time I can return to my world, I am forced to live in mediocrity and take on part time work so that I may fill my closet with fine suits and expensive pornography. Unless you know a way to expedite that process to return home, there seems to be little else within my power.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Demeaning for a man of your prior history. Turning yourself into little more than a coffee boy.

[He didn't comment upon the "expensive pornography" admission; by now Chilton had been inoculated to Starr's more outrageous rhetoric. The man was either looking for a rise out of Chilton, or he was much too honest for his own good. Either way, Chilton wasn't wasting time on tangential commentary.]

You might as well work here. God knows you've already got the layout down.

[Because Starr was kept here. Against his will. For seventy-two hours. Much like Sam Merlotte had been, at one point, so the shared experience did make sense, coming up in conversation between the two of them like that.]

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[ A slow eyebrow raise after Chilton's words. Was that a sarcastic remark? Was that a genuine offer? ]

What? As your coffee boy? I thought the wizard was the one who sat under your desk and tended to your needs.

[ He gave a glance down at the desk's surface -- as though he could see beneath it or perhaps as though expecting said wizard to pop up from beneath it. Chilton did seem like the sort who enjoyed a good cock sucking in his office on a daily basis. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Rincewind tends to the needs of the patients. [Ambiguous wording.] As an in-house pharmacist. He administers medication.

[A significant look followed. Chilton was not going to besmirch, nor allow smearing, of his loyalist's name.]

And while your function here wouldn't be what you do back in your own world -- guzzling the Holy Prepuce, surely -- I imagine you'd do fine with security. You certainly had a hell of a time beating around McCoy's men.

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I am fully aware of how you administer "medication."

[ Starr shifted and clenched. The memories were still burned into his mind of his stay in this place. One could almost pity the other patients if they were being treated in this manner on a daily basis. If there even were others who endured a prolonged stay. ]

Why are you offering this job to me?

[ There was suspicion on his face. If he agreed, would Chilton say 'just kidding' and then wind up locking him away? Was there something more to it like a dangerous threat on the loose? Or was it...ugh...pity? ]

I am not declining, but since I did not torture you into it, I do find your offer a bit suspect.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Because you have to torture someone in order for events to work in your favor?

[He asked, sarcastically, the caustic click of his tongue against the back of his teeth intentionally irritating. It gave him the tiniest of pleasure, irritating Starr in such a manner.]

Why is that? Because you find it sexually satisfying?

[A tease, a taunt. But nothing to linger on:]

Some of my security has quit since your last venture here. I am, in fact, looking to hire.

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Usually, yes.

[ A pause. ]

In response to both questions.

[ Literally no shame in admitting his sadistic tendencies. And he would probably also house no shame when it came to admitting his masochistic tendencies as well. ]

And you believe I would do well to protect you. There are things I appreciate about you. Your style of dress. Your authority. Your...

[ Eyes trailed down to the point where they couldn't see -- the point that was obscured by the desk. ]

But I cannot say I care whether you are harmed or worse. So what would you give me as an incentive?

[ Starr finally took a seat in the previously offered chair. ]

Payment. Or. Otherwise.

[ A glance at that same spot on Chilton's desk. If only Starr had x-ray vision. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[It took Chilton a moment to realize where Starr's gaze had lingered. He quickly crossed one leg over the other, even as his desk obscured his pelvic region. Nervous fingers took hold of a golden pen, and he tapped it rhythmically on his desk.]

Are you interested in a full-time position? Part-time? Health insurance includes Dental and Vision, which I suppose you need only half of, but qualification requires at least twenty hours a week. Consistently.

[Chilton leaned forward, so that his elbows were propped on his desk.]

Did you want something else, specifically? As your incentive?

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I am seeking full time employment. As the head of your security.

[ Said Starr expectantly. Getting an imPort on board was far better than simply having a native do the job. Look at what happened when Starr went up against the team. McCoy was impressive in the fact that he still remained standing and in control of himself. But he still wasn't an imPort. He still couldn't do what an imPort could do. ]

And as for what may provide an incentive...

[ He paused for effect, drumming his fingers against the desk before answering simply: ]

I wish to see your genitalia. For research purposes.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[His nostrils flared, his eyes widened. Blood fled to his face.]

Of course you do.

[This was Herr Starr, the man who had turned kidnapping into a kinky retreat. But that kind of out-of-the-box thinking could, if nurtured well, cultivate unique problem solving -- and married to Starr's calm ferocity, the combination would make him an exquisite security guard. It was worth it, he was worth the mild humiliation.

Chilton took a deep breath, thinking.]

Not firing McCoy. You'll be working directly beneath him.

[You'd like that, he added silently.]

I am not exposing myself to you, no. But you can... Ah. [Exhale. Deep exhale.] Give it a good feel. Once.

[Compromise.]

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[ His nostrils flared a bit with an exhaled breath. Alright, if Chilton wanted to play it that way...it was McCoy's funeral. But it was more the compromise that caught Starr's attention because he somehow thought probing fingertips was far worse than simply allowing someone to view a person's nude body. But Chilton had his reasons. And it was up to Starr to haggle that price to be something a bit more. ]

Within your undergarments. Skin to skin contact.

[ If he was only getting a one time feel, he had to make it count, didn't he? And he also had to simultaneously make it more uncomfortable for Chilton. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

What? Why?

[It was a touch too far, and Chilton was too easily flustered between the two of them; he lacked Starr's inability to give a fuck. He balled his fists, but left them at his side -- it was a protective gesture, not an aggressive one. He was playing defense.]

Why would you want that?

[To subjugate? Humiliate? To establish himself as the alpha male, despite the position of working for Frederick Chilton?]

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How else am I supposed to get a good measure for it if I am not allowed to see if for myself?

[ Asked Starr with a shrug, as though this was the most logical thing in the world. And to him it was. One couldn't get a good idea for something if it was covered entirely in fabric. ]

Or. You could allow me to see it. Those are your choices. Whichever you are more comfortable with, of course.

[ He made a sweeping gesture of courtesy. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Here's an idea.

[Whipped words born by a savage tongue. Chilton had that look in his eye, the one that mimicked fire so well. The one that wore indignation.]

Why don't you get on your damnable knees and suck my dick?

[He was not one to negotiate for too long.]

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[ Hm. That was something Starr hadn't considered to be on the table. His mouth pinched downward, which could have been interpreted as distaste but really, it was just his pensive expression. Sweeping the paperwork off of the desk's surface, he opened up his briefcase and put them back neatly inside.

And then, with that same poise, Starr got up from his chair -- circling around the desk to stand before Chilton. He stared down at him, intense and intimidating. And then moved in closer to hover over the therapist as his deft fingers undid the belt. With that loosened, Starr lowered himself to his knees in order to work on Chilton's pants.

Let it be henceforth known that Herr Starr would take such a taunt literally. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[It didn't make sense to him, why Starr was at his belt. Intimidation tactic? The man soaked in unpredictability, it was his best tactic to play. Sneering at Chilton after the insult, sizing him up. Now cutting into his personal pace, pushing him around and --

-- What the fuck.]

Oh my fucking --!

[What. The fuck. Chilton caught on too late, and Starr was kneeling before him, undoing his zipper. Chilton, panicked, pressed his palm against Starr's forehead to keep the man at bay; there was no hair to grab, and only in hindsight did that make for another tactical advantage.]

Okay! Okay! You're hired!

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[ Starr's face scrunched when Chilton started to push his head back and he looked up at the man with eyebrows raised. ]

Yes. I figured as much. But are you trying to say you do not wish for me to fellate you? Or are you enthusiastically hiring me because you do wish for me to do so? You are sending some terribly mixed messages. And either way, I believe as part of the agreement -- I still get to touch it.

[ Which is something that could either happen now or later. Whichever was more convenient for Chilton, but Herr Starr wouldn't let him forget his original promise. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Just get up. Up!

[Desperate and commanding, Chilton's volume took a surge. It seemed like Starr best responded to strict command, after all. He was a man who craved order -- typically his own order, but perhaps he could be amendable. Perhaps he could be bent, if not broken.]

We're not doing this now, Starr. I want you fitted with a W-4 before the hour is up. Clearly better that you start sooner rather than later, you need some... Direction. For your boundless energy.

[That was one description for it.]