DAMIEN'S POV
Alexa and Mia took turns riding my hard cock until I was about to come, I abruptly stood up then ordered Alexa and Mia kneel in front of me, I cum on their faces. I smiled at both of them as I watched them lick the cum on each other's faces. I knew that Alexa and Mia were more than satisfied. Mission accomplished. As for me, I somehow felt hollow inside. "So how's the experience?" I asked while I handed them a box of tissues. "It's a very satisfying experience," Alexa answered boldly. "Well that's good to hear... but what I'm asking is how you feel about inviting a third party in your bedroom. Do you come up with a decision now? " "Ohhh about that, I guess we're in on that right honey?" Alexa shoots a smile on Mia. "Hell yeah! Though I'm afraid you set high standards, doctor. Are you sure we can't do this again?" Mia asked shyly. "Yeah doctor, we are willing to pay twice or even thrice. We will be your regular client." Alexa added. "Sorry ladies but just like what I said before we start... It's a one time thing." I coldly answered, all the warmth seems evaporated. "Even though I'm not around anymore, Just remember that if you both set up to work make sure you always have unanimous decisions. You are equal partners, you can't be forced to do what others don't want okay?" "Yes doctor." they both answered. "Okay fix yourself now, it's already late. I trust you can help yourselves out, I won't be able to walk you on the door" I dismissed them. Then I started to pick my discarded clothes on the floor. Alex and Mia reluctantly dragged themselves out of the clinic and went home, I know that they are disappointed that they won't experience it again. They had just the most satisfying sex of their lives. I can't help but plastered a satisfying smile into my seductive lips and also a sigh of relief. I knew that another client was satisfied with my service. Why not? After all I've been in this venture for two years now. Call me arrogant... maybe over arrogant. No one was able to resist my charm... the great, Damien Dominic Dickins, Dr. Dick-Ins for my after-hours clients. I'm rich and have a reputation of being a playboy, which I lived for. I have the facade of male gynecologist during the day but an experienced dom and sex coach after dusk of Tuesday and Friday. I'm confident with my appearance. Thanks to regular workout, I had chiseled features highlighted by a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and my piercing blue eyes that others say to seem to see right through to anyone I look. I was usually described by girls in college as a god who descended to earth, well I am tall, dark, and handsome standing at 6'3" with a toned, athletic build of chiseled abs, broad chest and shoulders and perfectly shaped v-line. I had raven-black hair that is stylishly messy, framing my chiseled face. I always wear that mysterious charismatic bad boy aura. I walk in a confident stride like I own the room with each step. Girls often described my voice as seductive, deep, manly, and sexy. My voice especially during sexual encounters makes the girls I bedded hornier. I rarely smile but when I do, my sultry charming smile is disarming and seductive. I considered my insatiable sexual desires and lust as unnatural. I'm a master in my craft. Being a secret dom, I faced difficulty surrendering control. I often tried to hide my inner Dom when I was with my client, fearing that I might lose control and scared them away. One-night stand became my usual venture whether it was for my "hands-on" service to clinic's clients or casual hook-ups from different girls outside the four corners of the clinic. I never bedded the same girl more than once. I lost interest after hooking up with the girl once. I feel it becomes less pleasurable for me though it's not the same way for the girl, as they became addicted to my touch, but I didn't care about it. I feel like I'm losing interest in the dish I tasted then I go looking and tasting for another one, a NEW one. I saw Alexa and Mia exit the door guiding each other as their legs are probably still wobbly after my monster cock wrecked their delicate pussy. After seeing my satisfied client vanish from view, I walked out of the examination room and started to head to my private office which is located just in front of the examination room. I didn't bother to wear my clothes and shamelessly walked through the corridor fully naked as I was sure that I'm the only one in the clinic. I blink in confusion as I saw dim light still on from the office next door. It was the office of my best friend, Adrian. I thought that Adrian forgot to turn it off so instead of walking to my office, I entered without knocking what I assumed was now an empty office. When I entered, I was greeted by lavender and sandalwood scent inside the office probably coming from fumes in a diffuser. Adrian often used an essential oil diffuser to relax. It was then I realized that I wasn't fully alone, I saw someone sitting in a swivel chair. It was my best friend. He is leaning to his swivel chair with eyes closed while he is massaging his temples. He wasn't aware of my presence as his ears are stuffed with ear buds. He is humming probably the song he was listening to his ear buds. I was unfazed even knowing that I wasn't alone, I approached the table still fully naked. I knocked on the table thrice. Adrian seemed to feel the vibration of my knock from the table, it was only then he opened his eyes. I didn't blame him on what he saw upon opening his eyes and left him shocked. I was standing fully naked in front of his table with my still sweaty body and half-erect cock on display and some traced of cum still on the shaft. "What the fuck, Damien?! Why are you roaming around like that?". He asked with irritation evident in his voice. "Well I thought I was alone so I didn't bother to wear my clothes and I'm headed to shower anyway when I notice the light is still on." I just shrugged. "Still, you shouldn't roam around like that." he answered back. I grinned and casually said "What? It's not like this is the first time you see me fully naked". I'm telling the truth, it wasn't the first time he saw me fully naked... actually we already saw each other fully naked. During our college, there are times that we share girls for a threesome. "That's not the point." Adrian glared at me. " You're a professional now. You should protect the dignity of the profession. It is already wrong to sleep with your client. What if someone from utility or any other passerby saw you like that? How are you gonna handle it?" "Oh that's easy, I'll pay them so they forget what they see. If it happens to be a girl, hmmm... maybe I can seduce her and give her the full experience. I'll stuff my dick into their mouth to keep their mouth shut." "You're really shameless, you know that?" I saw Adrian close his eyes once again. I knew I was getting on his nerves. Typical Adrian. Very Easy to trigger. And I, his best friend and acting like an older brother enjoyed teasing him.DAMIEN'S POVGayle was on her feet in an instant, her eyes narrowed at me, a silent warning. “Damien, what the hell are you doing?” she hissed, her voice low but laced with steel. She moved swiftly, placing herself between me and Adrian, a protective shield.Adrian, merely looked from Gayle to me, his brow furrowed in genuine perplexity. “Gayle? What’s going on? Who is…?” His voice trailed off, a hesitant question mark hanging in the air. It was a dagger to my chest, hearing him not know my name, but I hardened my resolve. This was the consequence of my own idiocy.“Stay out of this, Gayle,” I growled, my voice rougher than I intended. My eyes darted around, noting the watchful, almost hostile gazes of Adrian’s new friends – Sarah, a petite woman with fiery red hair, and a burly man named Mark, who looked ready to spring. They were loyal. I could respect that. I’d have been the same, once upon a time, protecting Adrian from anyone, even himself.Gayle, however, was clearly not intimi
DAMIEN'S POVThe buzz of the expo had become a dull, persistent hum in my ears, a backdrop to the insistent thrum of a much deeper ache within my chest. For days, I’d been a ghost, drifting through the crowded halls, my gaze perpetually anchored to one person... Adrian. Or, as he was now known to the world now, Gabe.Heartbreak isn’t a single, shattering event; it’s a thousand tiny cracks that spread, each one a fresh reminder of what’s lost. And watching Adrian, or Gabe, was like having a magnifying glass held to every single fissure. He was there, vibrant and alive, enthralled by the seminars, his eyes alight with the same intellectual curiosity that had always drawn me to him. The old Adrian was just like that—always invested in learning new knowledge, absorbing every shred of information like a sponge. It was a beautiful thing to witness, a quality I had cherished. But now, it was a spear through my gut, twisted by the bitter knowledge that he remembered none of it. None of us.Th
ADRIAN'S POVThe fluorescent hum of the International Medical Expo still felt wrong, an alien sensory assault that grated against my new, meticulously constructed identity. My name was Adrian, or so I was told by the doctors, the therapists, the kind-faced woman who held my hand through the darkest fog of amnesia. But for the past few weeks, I’d been living as Gabe, a name chosen for its stark simplicity, a deliberate severance from the ghost of a past I couldn’t touch.Yet, here he was. Damien. The man who had introduced himself with a gentle, wounded smile, claiming to be my best friend, my past self’s confidant, before the hypnotherapy session had ‘messed up’. He had looked at me with such profound hurt when I’d uttered the words, “I’m sorry, I don’t know you.” A part of my heart, a sliver I couldn't quite pinpoint, had twisted in a pang of guilt. It was a phantom ache, similar to the dull throb that often accompanied my attempts to bridge the chasm of my forgotten life.Because I
ADRIAN'S POV The man froze, going still for a long second that stretched into an eternity. Then, a slow exhalation, a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Slowly, deliberately, he turned to face me. And as soon as our eyes met, something shifted inside me. It was like a faint echo, a whisper of a forgotten melody. A recognition, deep and unsettling, yet utterly unretrievable. His eyes, the same dark, intense eyes that had been watching me all afternoon, were now wide with a desperate, hopeful relief. “Adrian,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, a name I hadn’t heard uttered by anyone outside my own thoughts in months. Before I could process it, he lunged, wrapping his arms around me in a hug so tight, it stole the air from my lungs. “It’s me, Damien. Your best friend. Oh God, I’m so sorry for everything I did. I thought I lost you. Thank God you’re alive.” I stiffened in his embrace, utterly bewildered. Damien? Best friend? My mind raced, searching for a fac
ADRIAN'S POVThe applause was a physical weight, pressing down on me, threatening to buckle my knees. I stood on the brightly lit stage, a microphone still clutched in my hand, the projected slides of Ingrid’s groundbreaking research glowing behind me. “Thank you,” I managed, my voice a little hoarse, but the words were lost in the roar. Faces blurred in the auditorium, a sea of smiles and outstretched hands.My chest tightened with a familiar anxiety. This wasn’t my work, not truly. I was merely the messenger, the conduit for Ingrid’s genius, which now, sadly, resided in a hospital bed. She had slipped on the hotel stairs this morning, a nasty fall that had landed her in emergency, just hours before her most anticipated presentation. As her lead researcher and, more importantly, her friend, I’d stepped in. The presentation, meticulously prepared by Ingrid, flowed effortlessly, her passion and brilliance shining through every slide, every data point. I had simply narrated it, adding
DAMIEN'S POVAdrian’s presentation was flawless. He spoke with undeniable confidence, a natural ease that had always characterized him, even when he was just explaining the intricacies of a new board game. He moved across the stage with purpose, gesturing fluidly, his passion for the subject radiating into the hall. For the first time, since I arrived, I listened to a presenter in a seminar. Really listened. Not just to the words, but to the subtle inflections, the underlying brilliance of the mind behind them. He was captivating.Beside me, I heard a series of hushed giggles. I glanced over, my gaze narrowing. A group of girls, probably medical students or young residents, were huddled together, their faces flushed, eyes glued to Adrian. One of them leaned closer to another, whispering, "He's amazing, isn't he? So smart!" The other nodded vigorously, her hand clamped over her mouth to stifle another giggle.A hot, unfamiliar surge of anger flared within me. I didn’t exa