This was perfect, and I immediately started thinking of my plan of action.
I figured that there was no way that Frankie would just fall into my arms begging me to fuck her.
Snapping celebs out and about or falling out of clubs, that sort of thing.
Immediately I spun some made up story about a niece who was a massive Saturdays fan, and asked if he could give me any idea as to whereabouts Frankie would hang out, any information he could give about where to find her.
I was under no illusion that scoring with her on a night out was an impossibility, for a start she had a long term boyfriend from the boyband Mc Fly.
Secondly, even if I did manage to get into the same bar or club she was in I’d have no chance of getting into the VIP area that she would undoubtedly be in.
I was also unlikely to get a chance to snatch her off the street as she would always be surrounded by any number of fans, security and paps.On a normal night out in town I met a guy I used to go to school with, and after chatting about the old times we discussed careers and I found out he was a freelance photographer.He did some studio work but he said the majority of his money came from Paparazzi shots.Luckily for me he was pretty drunk and gave up every bit of detail he had on her.Before long I had her home address, her parents address, her car registration plate, her hair-stylist address, the studio address where the band rehearse and a list of bars the girls would often go to after a hard day in the studio.