Chapter 3

Brandon

My head was swirling. It was only Wednesday, but I felt as if I’d weathered the battlefield. My mind was numb, and my heart was heavy. My patients were suffering, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it sometimes. I could medicate them to keep them complacent. To keep them from feeling manic or sad, but it never really made them happy. It was a wonderful day if patients came in smiling, but this week had not been one of those weeks.

It had been one of those weeks where I’d torn through a month’s worth of tissues in three days.

Raking my hands through my hair, I looked over at the clock. It was well past eight, and I thanked the stars for my nanny staying late again with Max. It was hard finding someone who could tolerate my wild child. He was all hair and limbs and very defiant. Even for a four-year-old. He was the best thing that had ever come from my mistake of a marriage to that idiotic Russian woman. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, marrying her so she could get her citizenship.

My son deserved better than that shit.

On the days I could get home, he was upset at best. On the days I couldn’t get home, there were times where I walked into a whirlwind of a mess. Even paying for a top-notch nanny meant she spent more time running down my boy and trying to raise him right than she did anything else, but if it wasn’t for her, I couldn’t work the hours I did. I couldn’t have built my practice. I wanted to build all of this up and then hire someone to take my workload. Then I could sit back and raise my son, be there for his formative years and watch the money come rolling in while I watched him grow.

Instead, I was pulling insane hours at the office and taking the edge off with alcohol and fake ass women.

If my patients only knew the wreck my own life had become.

I shut down my computer and grabbed my things. I knew exactly where I was headed and exactly what I was going to get myself into. My cock throbbed at the idea of some pretty little fake things squealing while my cock pounded her into the bathroom wall. I’d spray my seed on the floor, give her tits a few licks, and then pack myself up and go home. That was all the happiness I was afforded with the decisions I’d made.

All the happiness I could’ve experienced had derailed the moment I married her.

She who shall remain nameless.

I drove to the bar and fixed myself up before I went in. I thought about asking Michael to come with me, but I honestly wasn’t sure I wanted to. He hadn’t talked to me about how the survey shit supposedly went, and I wasn’t in the mood to listen. I’d heard enough people bitch and moan about their lives, and I didn’t want to do it anymore.

Not tonight, anyway.

I walked into the joint and smiled when the lights were lowered. I’d walked in just in time, and as I scanned the room, I saw a beautiful little thing sitting all alone at the bar. Her small waist tapered up into fantastically large tits, and her blond hair was piled high on her head. I watched her wrap her crimson red lips along the edge of her martini glass, drinking something bright blue as she sighed heavily with her shoulders.

That was my prey for the evening. My fun little tryst before I went home and snuggled next to my son and pretended I was the father I needed to be.

I walked over to her and sat down, signaling to the bartender I was ready to order. I told him to grab me a beer before he got the lady another drink, and that was enough to get her attention.

She giggled as she introduced herself, but I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t care about her name, where she came from, or if she had anyone at home.

All I cared about was how wonderful her pussy would feel around my cock tonight.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” I said.

“I recognize you,” she said, grinning. “You’re that psychiatrist with that awesome book.”

“So you’ve read it.”

“I have. It’s what helped me get away from my ex,” she said.

“What was so wrong with the ex?” I asked.

“It’s like you said in Chapter Seven. ‘Many people can be right, but it takes more than right and love to make a marriage work.’ ”

“You really have read the book,” I said as I lifted my beer to my lips.

“It not only helped me to get out of my loveless marriage, but it also helped us to do it amicably. It’s incredible, the way you wrote that book. It was like you knew what I needed and the situation I was in.”

“Well, all it takes is a bit of personal experience and years of studying the human mind to come up with those conclusions. They sound simple enough, but it seems as if you’ve found out firsthand that they aren’t always as plain as they seem,” I said.

“I carry it around with me everywhere. In my purse at all times. I have passages highlighted and everything.”

“Well, I’m very flattered.”

“It’s an honor to meet you. I was wondering… do you think I could bother you for an autograph?” she asked.

“You could bother me for more, if you’d like,” I said, winking.

I held out my hand for her book, and she pulled it from her purse. She placed it in my hand, and the bartender handed me a pen. I inscribed a little message in her book before I signed it and then handed it back to her as our fingers touched. I knew she meant for them to touch, watching my hand placement to see where she was needed, but I found the effort cute nonetheless. She chugged back the drink I gave her as I finished up my beer. Then she slid off the barstool before she held out her hand.

“Care to exit through the back, Dr. Black?”

I loved a fake woman who knew what she wanted. The dyed hair and the fake tits screamed of inclusive and confidence issues, and they were always willing to overexert themselves. Everything was so exaggerated and superficial with them, which made it easier to leave them high and dry. With us men, it was easy, a few strokes, a little sucking, and then come spurted everywhere. With women, they were all different. Each required a different touch and way of stroking. Some required deeper penetration while others enjoyed it faster. Some only got off by oral while others got off with only anal play.

I didn’t have time to figure that shit out, and fake women never left me feeling guilty for not returning the favor.

Her lip-injected mouth crashed down on mine, painting my face with her red lipstick as we stumbled into the bathroom stall. She locked it behind her as I pulled her shirt down, freeing her beautiful tits as I pulled one between my lips. She threw her head back, sighing in an over-exaggerated fashion as I worked my cock out of my pants. I could smell her pussy, already dripping for my cock as sighs fell from her body. I ripped her panties off her before I picked her up, and she squealed when the cool metal of the bathroom stall hit her back.

My cock found her drenched pussy, and I pushed in heartily. I started at a furious pace, bouncing her tits as I motor boated her cleavage. I licked and sucked, marking her breasts as her greedy pussy gobbled down my dick. Her hands clamped into my hair as she peppered my skin with kisses, but I didn’t give a shit what she was doing.

All I cared about was fucking her until I came.

“Yes, Doctor. Fuck me good. Oh shit. Yes. Just like that. Oh, that feels fantastic, Doctor.”

I fucked her against the wall so hard, I thought we were going to dent it. Her legs were wrapped around me, and her hands were digging into my chest. I planted my palms into the wall, thrusting my dick inside of her time and time again. I felt my balls beginning to fill with need even though her pussy seemed a little ragged. It was tight but not as tight as some of the women I’d had around here, so I closed my eyes and imagined the first thing I could.

I imagined her.

Melissa.

I thought of her jet-black hair and how beautifully the curls framed her face. I thought of how her dark brown eyes were speckled with little bits of yellow. I thought of how the stars twinkled on her skin in the moonlight, shining like a light show just for me.

I thought about how warm her pussy was. How it throbbed and shook with every thrust I made into her body. I thought about the pain she experienced when I took her virginity, how that tear ricocheted down her face before I kissed it away.

I thought about how she told me to keep going. How she trusted me. How she couldn't wait for me to get back home from college.

How the fuck could I have been such an idiot?

“Faster, Doctor. Faster!”

I bit down into her neck as my balls pulled up into my body. Her pussy juices were dripping down my balls, smelling of fish and rank meat. I slammed into her, my dick sloshing around inside her body, and right on time, I saw her hand snake between our bodies. She flicked her clit, her hips grinding down into me as my legs began to stutter. Finally, her pussy was fluttering enough to clamp down on me good, and I pulled out as I began spraying my hot come all along the bathroom stall.

“No, no, no. Come back. Please.”

I panted into her neck as I released her skin. I kissed down her tits one last time before I set her down onto her feet and began stuffing myself into my pants. She stood there flabbergasted, probably wondering how the fuck I could possibly leave her like this, and before I could get out of the stall, I heard a thunderous crack before a heated sting painted the side of my cheek.

I watched that fake woman with her fake tits and her wilted pussy shift her skirt around as she walked out of the bathroom, and I was left with nothing but her disgusting smell and my memories.

My life was pathetic.