Chloe Brook

You can call me Chloe. If you often walk through the park in the late afternoon, you've probably seen me. I'm that blonde runner speeding by, hair tied in a ponytail bouncing to the rhythm of my playlist. The sun brings out the blue in my eyes — and yes, I know it. I love the feel of warm asphalt under my stylish sneakers and the way my leg muscles work. It's an addictive kind of energy. And let's be honest — I also enjoy a different kind of energy I feel around me... the stares. The pauses in conversation, the phones lowering for just a second as I pass by. I feel them all. And instead of intimidating me, it entertains me. It's my own private stage. A sly smile, a little adjustment to my top to show off more of my defined abs... it’s a game. I like feeding their imagination, leaving a trail of “what if…?” They see the healthy girl focused on her run. What they don’t imagine is that I use that same discipline and stamina for much more… interesting things. Let’s just say running is only the warm-up. When the lights go out and I decide to take the lead, the game changes. I like setting the pace, pushing every limit, and drawing out every last drop of energy. The teasing in the park is just the appetizer… the main course is for those with the breath to really keep up.