Stefan’s turning down a woman stroking his cock, and I can barely pay attention. I heard a couple of ‘fucks’ directed at her, but not in the way she’s hoping.

The girl was hot, but it isn’t any real loss. I am about to leave Coeur de la nuit tonight because I just got done standing around monitoring a spine while my partners pieced together some organs. Yeah, most nights that would leave me raring for action, but I’m not feeling it tonight. I’m not feeling anything tonight, and I’ve only just now finished the last of my whisky.

“Another?” the bartender asks.

“No, man, I think I just need a taste, but I’m heading out for the night. Take care.” I nod at Artie and leave him a hellacious tip. He works at this joint and the way some of these wealthy pricks tip, you’d think they were broke. Artie’s just a normal guy trying to tend bar and take care of himself, and he’s always good to me.

Plus, my partners and I run a billion dollar private medical practice and we are wanted all over the world for our specialties.

I’m the top neurosurgeon.

Stefan, who is currently wandering off, is the cardiothoracic surgeon.

Julian is our other partner. He’s the one that is looking around for someone to find out he’s a plastic surgeon and hope they can suck cock good enough for a discount on their next face lift or whatever.

We come to this pompous fucking night club because we like fucking people without seeing our face on some shitty gossip blog the next day. We do charity work and we have some of the largest pro bono budgets of any doctors, so it is just damned good for business to not get treated like the next sideshow activity. I mean, people know that we fuck a lot.

I’m 6’4” and I’ve got a face and body like I’m a Greek god. Some women are just plain scared of my cock it is so fucking big and thick. Of course we fuck a lot. But we still prefer the press be about the fact that we’re helping out the community and shit like that. A couple of years back a story broke about the three of us fucking some young heiress type, with a damn picture of us fingering her in a restaurant, and the parents of a very badly burned child told Julian they didn’t want his “sinful fingers” on their daughter.

Sorry, manslut doesn’t catch.

Any fucking way, Stefan’s wandered off, and he’s probably going home. I’m thinking I’ll do the same. I tend to just call an Uber but Stefan will have called his driver, and I think I’ll hitch a ride since I’m on my way out of here, too. I know we’re all trying to avoid talking about what happened tonight after that hellish surgery, but we need to talk about it.

We have to, because when we’re on trial, we won’t get to say that we don’t want to talk about it.

We need to call our lawyer. We need to talk about what this is gonna do to the business.

Fuck, the more my brain spirals, the more I wish that I could just find some eager trophy widow that’s looking to get a test drive taken before she gets back on the market and bury my cock in her throat until she can barely breathe and I can barely think.

Fuck, there’s almost a drop of relief in sight at that thought. My cock twitches to attention at the thought.

“Thought you were done?” Artie says with a laugh. “You have that wild look in your eye. Ready to drown out the club’s music with some girl riding your dick, David?” Artie waggles his eyebrows jokingly, then puts his hand up in a salute. “Live that good life, man. I haven’t found the right woman to fuck since Lorna died, but you sow those wild oats.” Artie’s smiling with that distant look in his eyes.

I think about how I never consider settling down…watching the way he seemed so happy, then so sad, at just the thought of losing someone precious? It makes a grade A manslut start to think, is there something missing?

That’s when I see that Stefan hasn’t left at all. I must have missed the part where he grabbed another drink and headed towards the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my life.

Julian’s already headed in that direction. We make eye contact as I head that way.

We don’t always, but Julian, Stefan, and I like to fuck a girl together. The experience blows a girl’s mind and tends to be a pretty good way to relax after surgery. Sure, there’s nothing relaxing about actually fucking a girl’s brains out, but when we’ve all cum and are done, well, that’s more tranquil than a day spa or some shit. I don’t know, I stick to fucking women and not getting cucumbers on my eyes or whatever the fuck women do at day spas to relax.

I get closer to this fucking goddess and I can’t believe my eyes. She’s curvy in all the right places, and her eyes are so captivating I can’t hear anything around us. Thank fuck I manage to hear her name and capture the hand she puts out for me to shake. “Elodie,” she says, and she’s blushing.

“Never seen you here before, Elodie.” I smile at her and watch her fucking melt at the sight. I bet she’s so fucking wet right now. I want to taste just how wet. “My friends, Julian and Stefan, well we like to come here often. Do you know what we like to do?”

Julian’s smiling so wide that you’d never guess that man just did hours of surgery. He looks ready for anything.

Including at least an hour of fucking this gorgeous woman, if she’ll have us.

“I’m guessing you pick up girls,” Elodie says. Her eyes are narrowing and she’s laughing with a slight nervous tone, but I can tell she’s not timid. Just surprised at what I’ve started to insinuate.

That’s right, Elodie. Me and my two surgeon partners want to fuck you so good that you dream about us when you sleep every night, curling up in your sheets and praying we’ll fuck you again.

And I have to say. I’m looking at Elodie, and the idea of fucking her more than once doesn’t sound bad at all. It sounds fucking perfect.