I should be tired after a 16 hour surgery. I’m not, of course, and not just because I’m the cardio god of surgery in this entire state. Whole country, and basically the world, too.

And it isn’t my love of community service that brings me out to Coeur de la nuit. That’s French for heart of the night…because this club is more than just exclusive. It is pretentious as fuck and all the trappings that come with it.

Like hot bodied surgeons with eight pack abs and a huge, footlong cock that has made countless women in this city cry out with pleasure so good they got pretty fucking addicted.

Yeah, I’m not here to do the community a service, even though I am every time I let one of these high society housewives suck my cock until she’s begging for me to stuff her. No, I’m here because after performing a major surgery with the other partners in my firm, I need to be able to wind down.

What better way to wind down is there than to slip my cock into something warm, wet, and tight and let all the stress and high intensity tension that was in my body flow out of me. And it fucking flows in hot jets of cum that I prefer to spray directly onto the tits of whatever lucky woman I’ve chosen for the night.

That’s all it is, ladies. One night. The truth is, you can’t handle this cock more than once or you’ll be literally ruined for all other men. If my partners and I decide to fuck you, well, then you probably need to take a nap for a few days and hibernate after how good our cocks were.

So why have I been out of surgery, and in this club for hours, yet I’ve barely touched my drink and literally nothing is catching my eye.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” David says, patting my back. I notice that he’s nursing his drink more but he’s also not feeling the vibe tonight. There’s plenty of hot women here – we practically have to shoo them away like flies – but nothing has grabbed us. Or made us want to grab them.

I spot plenty of pussies I’ve fucked before. Asses, too, if we’re counting that way.

But that’s what this club is about. It is so exclusive because we don’t allow anyone to share anything that happens here. So we can do anything, anyone, and no one else will know. In a world of tabloids, blackmail, and gossip blogs, the elites in this city – and visiting this city – like knowing an anonymous fuck is just one password away.

Yet I’m plying myself with my drink at such a glacially slow pace that I’ll be lucky if I take my hand to the restroom and jack myself off. Yeah, I don’t know if I am going to score tonight…even though that’s why I come to Coeur de la nuit.

I don’t know why I’m so restless. It isn’t like I want more than casual sex, so why can’t I just decide on some ass for the night and then call my driver to get me home? I don’t have to torture myself by staying up any later when I have a shift in not so many hours. In fact, fuck, I’m not even going to bother with this drink because I shouldn’t have another…and I’m barely enjoying this one.

“I think I might just call it a night, David.” I look at him and he’s still scanning the room but is striking out of candidates all the same.

“You’ve got a point. That surgery…and that shitstorm after-“

I cut off David. “I really don’t want to deal with that tonight. That’s the real cockblock-“ But then I see someone that cuts my words right the fuck off.

Now, I’ve fucked hundreds of hot women. I haven’t sat down and done the math, but it could be thousands by now. I don’t give a shit. Sex is my favorite stress relief, and I’m not about to start turning it into work by counting the women I’ve cum on.

But this woman? Fuck, her body makes me hold my breath just taking in every delicious, supple curve of her. Her long black hair, straight and begging to be gripped while she’s being fucked? Damn. My cock is rock fucking hard and she’s on the opposite side of the club.

“Looks like you need some help with that,” a voice purrs and I don’t register it for a second. An admittedly hot chick is trying to commandeer the boner I’ve sprung for the gal who just entered.

I’m watching my mystery woman push her hair behind her ears and look at the exit, like she’s not sure if she wants to do this, and I forget about the girl in front of me…until she strokes a finger down the length of my cock outlined in my trousers.

“Hands off, I’m occupied,” I groan at her. Like I know I’m hot, but let’s be real, this is the kind of shit that men do to woman and get reamed for, rightfully so. So maybe she can take a hint and put her hands on someone that wants her to touch them.

She looks at David and then back at me. “Figures, the hot ones are gay.”

Wow, so I’m not fucking gay, but let this girl believe what she wants if it makes her go away.

But it doesn’t. She pulls back her hand but gets up in my face.

I move so she’s not blocking my view of the raven-haired angel I need to know.

“Hey, Cindy told me how hard she came when you fucked her, and we’re both members here. You can fuck me while he,” she points to David, “fucks you if you want.”

I sigh. I don’t remember Cindy. I don’t care who she is, or who this girl is, and I really just want her to go the hell away. “I don’t fuck him,” I point at David now, “and I’m not fucking you with him, so fuck off.” Harsh I know but I have to say it and really emphasize fuck so she gets the point.

Sucking her teeth, she scurries off and I’m glad to be rid of her. Damn, you’d think you’d take a hint where you’re not wanted, but her friend Candy or whatever, I know I rocked her world. Still, I’m not in the mood to mess around with anyone but mystery woman. She sees me looking at her, and when we make eye contact, I think that my fucking cock might rip through my slacks. I cool myself and grab a cosmo for her, walking over there at a reasonable pace and maintaining an appropriate, non-stalker amount of eye contact.