Brooklyn stands just shy of six feet tall with a slender build kept fit with regular exercise and yoga. In the winter, her complexion pales, but the longer she can spend time in the sun, the longer she can cling to a sun-kissed tan. She will allow her hair to grow out until she can cut away enough of it to donate to charity, so her hair will spend long periods being lengthy only to suddenly end up well above her shoulders. Brooklyn usually frames her cool blue eyes with a tasteful amount of eyeliner and mascara.
When she is working, Brooklyn will dress professionally with blouses, buttoned shirts, slacks, and skirts. In general, Brooklyn makes an effort to dress fashionably, whether it’s her casualwear, professional clothes, or clubwear. There is also an entirely different wardrobe Brooklyn has stowed away for her… private affairs, but she works to keep her kink life and her regular life separate. She will only occasionally wear something risqué under her regular clothing. (This is not counting her chokers, which she will regularly wear with her regular clothing as a more discreet substitute for something else.)
Brooklyn is very big on control in her personal and professional life. Her mother was the consummate party planner and Brooklyn took to planning and organizing from an early age, destined to one day take over the role. She excelled in high school and college, with her planner never far from hand. She is excellent with establishing tasks and priorities, setting reminders, and mapping out her days. Because her schedule is often planned out meticulously, delays drive her mad, particularly when they are caused by people. When people are driving too slowly in front of her, taking forever to complete a task she needs done, or failing to grasp basic concepts, she can feel the cracks beginning to show in her otherwise sunny disposition.
And to her credit, Brooklyn is a regular sunbeam of a person most of the time. She was raised to be friendly and personable, and growing up, her attitude and her put-togetherness often made her the mom-friend in her groups of friends. She likes being there for people, whether it be for advice or assistance. At least once in her college tenure, she was someone’s bail call. Brooklyn tries to make herself likeable, approachable, and dependable.
Brooklyn’s high expectations of herself stem from an underlying concern that she is inferior or not good enough. Her father never seemed to expect much of her and she felt that dismissal all her life. She is often plagued by the same thoughts and concerns: that someone is upset with her or hates her; that she is making a mistake and has not realized it; that everyone is judging her. The idea that she is doing something wrong or she does not measure up haunts her. She loses sleep over it and occasionally attempts to self-medicate these concerns.
With so much control and structure to her life, Brooklyn takes a special pleasure in relinquishing control. Brooklyn takes plenty of enjoyment from sexual submission and has no less than three apps dedicated to finding partners to play with.
Brooklyn grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, like many of the daughters of well-off men in Connecticut. Her father Wilson was an executive with a prominent tech company in the state. His work kept him busy, though he had time to find a trophy wife, Diana, to have three children for him. Brooklyn was the youngest of the three, destined to be her mother’s baby girl and her father’s “one too many.” Growing up, Wilson was not around often due to his busy schedule, and when he was home, he seemed to give most of his attention to Brooklyn’s older brothers.
This apparent dismissal set Brooklyn on a path to academic excellence at the cost of an anxiety problem sprouting up. She worked hard, did well in school, and even made it into student government during high school, serving as treasurer since she was the only one the group collectively trusted to manage their money. Her success made her mother happy, but her father seemed, at best, mildly surprised. Wilson was stuck in an old way of thinking when it came to gender, and while Brooklyn was finding her own success, the true heirs to his throne were already in business school.
While Brooklyn’s success continued in college, her anxiety only got worse. She started drinking and smoking to cope, though occasionally she would turn to prescription drugs. The goal was to keep things quiet; what would people think, after all, if they found out how close to cracking she was? She just needed ways to escape.
It was actually a girlfriend she had in college that showed her a new way to escape. (Well, it was her business ethics professor, but really, semantics.) She taught Brooklyn the benefits of relinquishing control and giving someone else total command over her, and the young blonde was immediately hooked. While she would never tell anyone, she credits her second life as the thing that held her together long enough to graduate magna cum laude with a bachelors in business administration and a certification as a Certified Administrative Professional.
With all that work under her belt, her father finally saw fit to let her foot in the door, taking her on as an administrative assistant. She was finally in the business world and part of her father’s life and…
She hated it. Absolutely hated it. For one thing, nothing had changed; her father did not respect her, and he still went out of his way to handle “important matters” himself. While that was insulting, she quickly realized something else: she hated the business world. It was a soulless machine and she was a cog, grinding away so the machine could spit out money, which was the only real goal that mattered.
The experience was illuminating. After nearly two years, she put in her two weeks’ notice, much to the surprise of her father. She still worried about the way she would be seen by others, but she was starting to care less about his opinion in particular. He seemed slightly disappointed, but it had always been his opinion that Brooklyn had no reason to trouble herself with work, so he did not cut her off.
That archaic line of thinking motivated Brooklyn to find a new job. She did not need the money; she needed to defy the notion that she could be some purposeless socialite. (And maybe she also wanted the little thrill that came from taking orders all day.) She found a job working as the personal assistant to a Literature Professor in town, and she has been working diligently for him for over two years.
Cooking and Baking
Lists, Agendas, and Plans
Being Called a “Good Girl”
The (Perceived) Expectations of Others
People Who Don’t Know What They’re Doing
Tegan: A midnight blue 2015 Audi TT Coupe. The vehicle she bought shortly after starting her job with Jorge. She wanted something sporty with decent trunk space for the various errands she ran for the man. Tegan has not let her down yet.
Cricket: A black cat Brooklyn adopted a year ago, named after the way he chirped when brought home for the first time.
Diana Bettencourt: Mother
Tyler Bettencourt: Brother
Wilson “Will” Bettencourt II: Brother
Jorge Cervantes Employer