<em>Violet - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br/><br/>“Thanks, Doc,” Violet replied.  “It’s good to see you too,” she added, almost blushing.  That’s what Doc always did to her.  The dreamboat hunk made her feel and act like an awkward teenager.  She actually liked it as nothing quite made her feel like that, especially in this place.<br/><br/>Violet tossed her head casually to the left and right before glancing back at her drink and at Doc.  Truth was, she was yearning for any kind of physical intimacy tonight even if it meant a two minute fuck with a john.  She didn’t have the time to date and a woman has her own needs just like a man does.  She was horny that night and with the pickings growing slimmer by the moment, Doc was looking like a good candidate.  Well, more than a good candidate.<br/><br/>“So…,” Violet started as she traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip, “does all work and no play make Doc a dull boy?”  She looked at him with eyes of mischief and want, her lips curled into the hint of a lusty smile.  She was half-expecting him not to take the bait, but there was the part of her just crushing for him to take it.