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"Yeah Several, but none of theh Have you thought about that tattoo that you wanted?"
I grinned "I have I think I want to do it"
"Will you do it on camera? It’s not a require for some sex appeal"
"Why the hell not?"
She fist pumped the air "Yes! Score! I can’t wait You just tell ns ready for you"
"Soon," I said vaguely, torn betanting to do it right that second, and wanting to feel like it wasn’t an impulse decision, especially an i to stay distracted from the disaster that had becooing on, when Tristan and I had gotten hot and heavy, but she hadn’t tried to stopthings like, "If you need to talk about anything, honey, I’ is okay…"
And then after, when it had all so obviously gone to hell, she’d gone out of her way to be there for ood at keeping the tears in, and the ht gallons of ice creah to stay up late several ti to her, every hot, ugly detail She’d been as wonderful about it as she was about everything, telling me that it would be okay, and that no, I wasn’t the stupidest girl alive
"My man picker is off," I’d told her forlornly
She’d patted ly "Aeetheart, it really isn’t I sahat you were dealing with There isn’t a girl alive that could turn down a guy like Tristan, with the way he was laying on the charm Just take a lesson froood advice, and I promised myself that I would tuck it away for future use
Fuck Anony, going on and on about several of her latest disastrous relationships, and some of her unorthodox sexual preferences
She told every story with sofor rateful, because she’d deflected any attention off me for another week
When she went into detail about her lifestyle as a dominatrix, I think she shocked most of the women, but I was fascinated, especially with all of Tristan’s talk of restraints
"So you’re always dominant?" Candy asked, clearly tantalized by the idea She’d been flirting with Frankie all night
Frankie nodded "Some people switch, but that doesn’t work for me I have a very specific fetish There are very different ways to practice BDSM, but my way is full speed ahead hardcore, which isn’t for many, even in the scene I can only think of one other person, who shall remain anonymous, who takes it as far as I do"
Sandra looked more shocked than anyone else about Frankie’s lifestyle, just staring at her, open-mouthed, as she went into detail about strap-ons and spreader bars I got the feeling Frankie could have talked about strap-ons alone for hours
"I work in the Cavendish Casino," Sandra told Frankie, her eyes still a little wide in shock "I work over in the art gallery, which isn’t far froo out for lunch It’s all very exciting"
"You got any tats?" Frankie asked her with a smile, clearly convinced that she didn’t
"Just a trah out of several of us, including Frankie
"A tramp stamp is no joke," Frankie told her "So you work on the property You ever seen the big man on campus?"
Sandra needed no other excuse to start in about James ‘the dreamboat’ Cavendish
"We think she should oing on for a solid five minutes
Frankie looked dubious "My advice would be not to He’s actually one of my closest friends, and if he’s interested, you’ll know it"
Sandra looked crestfallen, as though she’d really been planning to make a pass at one of the richest, most beautiful men on the planet I admired her confidence
"I met him at a club kind of recently," I added, when there was a brief pause in the dialogue "Sandra has talked about him exhaustively for years, and I have to say, I wasn’t at all disappointed Those eyes…"
Frankie nodded "He’s to die for beautiful He doesn’t do relationships, but you couldn’t ask for a better friend"
"Why would he?" Harriet asked, sounding a bit bitter "Filthy rich, le forever He’ll probably knock up sohty, and call it a day Men have it so easy"
Frankie laughed "Getting a bit ahead of things, aren’t you? I can’t say what Ja you that the best you could hope for nowadays is a casual fling with the guy, and if he’s interested in you, you will know it"
"Well, fuck," Sandra pouted, "thatme in my office"