Poison (Frerard)
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Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships.
The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue like silver.
When their meet-ups become more and more about genuine companionship and less about sex, the tables turn on the both of them, changing their lives completely.
*rated mature for strong language, abuse (verbal/physical), sexual content (innuendos, legit sex, kinks), drug/alcohol use/abuse, & other explicit content*
**somewhat inspired by the song Poison by Groove Coverage**
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