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    Lip Service Fan Fiction Season 2

    Daniella saw the women that was once again staring out onto the streets on the bar table. She realised that she came here quite often, at least she saw her everytime she herself was here. She have out an artistic vibe, maybe it was the camera that was dangling around her neck that gave it off.

    She contemplated whether to walk over to her, and since her friends were probably not going to show up for the night she might as well find someone else to talk to.

    Frankie saw her coming, she has been eyeing her ever since she sat down on the bar table. Frankie certainly saw the curves and the beauty that lie within her. If it was the old Frankie she would have certainly hit her up within minutes and probably has a hell of a night for the next few hours. But somehow those feelings seemed to have long gone.

    ‘Hi darling’ she started

    ‘Sorry i dont feel like having sex tonight, so if thats what you are looking for i suggest you move on to the next table.’ Pointing at another women that was eyeing her.

    ‘Wow, darling you must be really really sad to turn me down.’

    Frankie chuckled. Something she had not done in a long long time. Daniella just sat down next to her, she too started to stare out into the streets. After what felt like a long time, Frankie left to go home.

    The following night the same thing happened they both ordered their drinks and they just sat down in silence facing the street. So did the following night and the night after. And finally Frankie couldnt understand why and asked her.

    ‘Why are you doing this?’

    ‘Because when i was in your position i had wished that someone did the same thing for me’

    ‘What position.’

    ‘We both know what we are talking about, theres no need to get into any details.’

    With that Frankie actually felt…. wierd. Somehow this women whom she doesnt even know her name seem to understand her. But she might just be playing her.

    ‘You think i am playing you right?’

    What! Now this was getting scary.

    ‘Trust me. I am not a psychopath. But i know that look on your face. I once had it as well.’

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