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Frankie could feel the breaths from Darren's nose tickle his neck and his own breaths became somewhat fragile and fragmented as Darren's intentions began to come clearer. "O-oh..." he stammered, licking his lip nervously as he looked down into Darren's narrowing eyes.
Feeling the corner of the dressing stall behind him, and kept from straying by Darren standing in his way, he attempted to talk Darren round "Er- M-maybe this isn't the best place for this, a-and it's not a great time either, things to do and stuff" he trailed off, being unsuccessful in edging away from Darren to freedom. He didn't want to call out for assistance, the last thing he wanted to do was get Darren into trouble - if he did, he could kiss the sample shoot goodbye. Whatever Darren had planned, Frankie figured he'd have to go along with it in order to get the photo shoot.
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