The Fool- In search of Experience
Fiona's eyes shifted like a cat's as she reached a hand into Michael's coat pocket. She was no professional thief, like the woman she was searching for, but he was sufficiently involved in questioning their newest client that he didn't notice.
"Excuse me, I have to use the little girl's room." She said smiling and slipped away to the bathroom for privacy.
Quickly she sent a four word text message to the mysterious woman with no last name.
2nite 7 ur place.
She slipped the phone back in his pocket with ease, and continued the meeting like nothing had happened.
At exactly seven pm, Fiona rang the door bell of a surprisingly upscale loft on the opposite end of town from her own home.
A dark haired woman answered the door.
"Hello Fi,"
"Hello Sam."
And that was where the conversation stopped. Only a few hours later when they were both wearing significantly less clothing and were both very fulfilled, did Fiona dare to say:
"Your right, Michael was never that good in bed."
Samantha smiled. "Well, he never had enough experience pleasing a woman, always off saving the world, you know. I enjoy this arrangement much better."
"How about we both get some more experience pleasing a woman huh?" Fiona purred.