The easiest way to get hold of her would be to get to her when she was home alone in her flat, and this was easy enough to achieve.All that was needed was a fake delivery driver uniform and a bit of patience.I heard footsteps from behind the door and prepared myself.As the door opened I pushed back hard and stormed in. I knelt down in front of her, “You’ll find out soon enough,” I said calmly before forcing the cloth over her mouth and nose, within seconds she was out cold.Sure enough it was Frankie and she made her way to the communal door of the flats, used her swipe card and went in. Having scoped out the flat before hand, I knew there was a back exit to the flats down a dark side road. There was only one way in when she opened her door.I parked my car there, made sure I had everything I needed and walked round to the front entrance. There was no way she’d let me in or even say any more than a word before closing the door.I would likely have to take her by force if I wanted to have my way with her.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.
Sexual acts should only ever include 2 consenting adults.
She wore a pair of tight denim shorts and on her feet were a pair of shoe-boots with a 4-5 inch heel, the sort of fuck-me shoes she always wore in music videos for The Saturdays.
Now I needed a bit of luck in getting her out, I prayed to god no one would be around as I exited the building with Frankie out cold in my arms.
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.