<em>James Franco - at the bar</em><br/><br/>He nursed through his first beer slowly, watching people move not finding Ms. Indigo and not getting an answer from the Doc which made her assume she was with a client. That felt odd, he wasn't sure how much. It was a given that she was fucking men around after all she was working in brothel, but to her after waiting for someone to finish was .... one may say something he hadn't thought of.<br/><br/>James had thought about coming here since he had heard of it couple of weeks ago. His sex life had turned a bit stale and passionless and he was looking to find it, to experiment but his need had changed much with the last visit. He remembered back when he was coming out of a chat with the owner and noticed her, "Ms. Erica", a gentle shudder went through him.<br/><br/>He couldn't mention that here or call her by her name but the thought of the gorgeous teacher from his school, someone he had often admired from distance made him rise up a little. He sat there with a empty beer glass in hand as his mind wandered a bit into the fantasy of playing with Ms. Indigo.