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Dean's next appointment was to take place at Urasawa, a trendy sushi bar located in Beverly Hills. The gigolo felt most comfortable hanging out a local dive called the Roadhouse, where he would shoot pool and guzzle down a couple of beers. He was to meet a young woman, who was turning twenty one and was treating herself to a night of pampering. She had chosen for part of their date to take place at the sushi bar.

When he entered the hip eating establishment, Paris Hilton purposely bumped into him and made sure her privates made contact with his groin. "Sorry but that was hot," she whispered as she took inventory of Dean from head to toe.

He could not stand the vapid girl, who only cared about having fun and wasting money. The male escort barely managed to grin at the slutty and airheaded heiress and scanned the waiting area for Anna, who went by the name of Red. Dean's emerald gaze landed on a beautiful girl that looked like a porcelain doll come to life. He approached her and asked, "Are you Red?"

The young woman stood up and smiled at him. "Yes and please tell me you are Dean."

"Guilty as charged, allow me to escort you to the hostess. I made reservations and she should seat us immediately."

Red smirked and liked what she saw. The man was no James Franco but he oozed sex from every pore of his bronze skin. Maybe tonight she will lose her virginity with the gigolo. Shit she was paying $400 an hour; so the least he could do is put out!

The tall and willowy hostess led them to a corner booth that was secluded from the rest of the busy restaurant. They first ate teppan shrimp as an appetizer, and then followed it by having the exquisite Mushroom a la Japanese soup. Finally, they ate lobster tail and the seafood combination special for the main course.

Dean ordered Saki and made a toast to the birthday girl. "To the golden age of 21 and drinking; remember if you are going to drive don't drink, and if you are going to drink, drink a Red Bull." Red rapidly drained down two cups of saki. Dean ordered two cups of black coffee. He did not want the girl to be drunk as a skunk before the night was over.

All of a sudden, two short Japanese waiters appeared with two Pineapple boats and started to sing happy birthday. Red blushed and her face was almost as red as her crimson tresses. "Make a wish, baby doll," Dean whispered.

Anna closed her dark brown eyes before she blew out the twenty one candles. Everyone in the restaurant clapped and the waiters left them alone. The pineapple boats were the most scintillating dessert Red had ever tasted and she licked her spoon, when she finished. Dean chuckled and thought she was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

"Are you ready for my surprise?" the gigolo asked.

Red's eyes widened in glee and she stood up. Dean held her delicate hand in his large one and they waited at Urasawa's entrance for the valet to bring his baby. The birthday girl was amiably surprised to see the valet attendant give Dean the keys to a shiny, black 1967 Impala. She marveled at the feel of the black leather as she sat down and buckled up.

Dean drove above 70 mph and they arrived outside the Getty Center in LA. Red's heart started to beat rapidly. "This is our destination?"

"Yes, I heard you are a huge James Franco fan and he is hosting the Edward Weston exhibit tonight. He became a fan of the late photographer's work, when he portrayed him in the big screen."

"Thank you so much!" Red exclaimed as she rose on tiptoes and kissed Dean's lips.

"You are quite welcome, Anna. James has been a total mess since his former girlfriend broke things off with him three months ago."

"How do you know all this?" Red asked, as Dean escorted her inside the art gallery. She was glad that she brought the woven shawl tonight since it was chilly inside.

Dean remained silent for a moment. He was not going to tell her he met James, when he first joined the agency. For about six months the actor had been one of its escorts. Dean thought he was going to become a major dick once his star started to rise but he was pleasantly surprised when Franco remained in contact with him throughout the years.

The couple stood in the WWII photos exhibit and as they looked at the prize winning pictures, James Franco himself joined them. "Long time no see, my friend," the tall and lanky actor told Dean as they embraced.

"Business has been booming, and how are you doing?" Dean asked his friend. The escort noticed that James amber gaze did not leave Anna and the young woman was crimson as a beet.

"James Franco, meet the enchanting Anna, who happens to be celebrating her 21st birthday today."

"Enchante, mademoiselle," James said as he kissed Red's hand. "My friend, you do not mind if I borrow this heavenly creature for a while right?"

Dean smirked and said, "Not at all."

James and Red strolled around the gallery and sat on a bench in front of the nude studies, which Edward Weston was famous for. They conversed for a while and James was genuinely intrigued that this fragile looking beauty wanted to become an FBI agent.

Red chuckled and said, "I have to confess that your characterization of an agent in 'Head Hunters' piqued my interest in the federal crime fighting field."

"Oh I thought it was my performance as a transvestite FBI agent in the remake of Twin Peaks that sealed the deal." He smirked.

Red had not had this much fun in ages and did not want the night to end. James surprised her with the words that came out of his mouth. "Would you like to go home with me tonight? I know I am being too forward but I want to get to know you."

She was stunned but did the first thing that came to her mind. Her full lips landed on his firm ones and he reciprocated the sizzling kiss. "Does that mean yes?" he asked in a teasing manner. Red winked at him and told him she would be right back.

Dean had been fortunate enough to get a Heineken at the bar. As he drank the cold beverage, he gazed around the packed gallery. All of a sudden, he saw a man standing on his own staring at a photograph of a semi nude young woman, whose face was turned from the camera. The man held a wine glass in his right hand and his head was tilted at a slight angle. His left hand was inside his navy jacket's pocket. What caught Dean's attention was the man's ensemble, which consisted of hospital scrubs.

The stranger with the messy dark hair must have sensed Dean's gaze on him because he turned around and stared at him. The male escort was shocked upon seeing the man's bright blue gaze. The eyes reminded him of the ocean on a clear day. The two men remained staring at each other for what seemed an eternity.

As Dean was going to approach the beautiful stranger, a small hand held on to his arm. The trance he was in was broken as he lowered his head a bit and gazed at Anna. The petite girl was beaming. "What's up, kid?"

"I don't want you to think of me as a slut, because I totally am not one, but I am going to remain here with James until the function is over."

Dean smiled. "I knew you two would hit it off. Tell James bye for me and that I will call him tomorrow. Happy birthday again, Red."

She embraced him tightly and whispered, "Thanks, fairy godfather." Red returned to the man of her dreams. Who said birthday wishes didn't come true?

Dean immediately traced his steps backwards to join the stranger but he was vastly disappointed to discover he was no longer there. He felt an enormous wave of disappointment as he waited for the valet to bring his baby up front.

BTW, sorry to the James Franco fans out there but I do not find him better looking than our beloved Dean. :))