I didn't feel guilty about leaving my friends and their wives when I left the bar with Angela and her friends. Not even after Rory came after me, trying to stop me from going home with these women.

How could I pass up the opportunity Angela presented to me? Why would I?

This is me.

This is what I like to do.

This is my lifestyle.

This brings me great joy after a long work week and the kind of life I enjoy—the only one I know how to live.

So I don't feel ashamed for leaving the bar after being offered a night with four hot fucking women—sorry, grandma... but I'm really not ready to do what you've asked of me.

Not yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will be.

Then again, I never thought Callum would give up this type of life, either.

For seventeen/eighteen years, he and I always did this together. But, even though I'm bumming Callum walked away from our fun time, I can honestly say I'm excited about him finding Eloise and marrying her because he did me a favor. One I never thought he'd ever do—he gave me the power to have threesomes with women I want—without him saying yea or nay.

Including being the boss with them in the bedroom, and I'm more than excited about it.

As much as I hate to think this, I feel no shame for what will happen soon between these four girls and me because I usually do whatever my grandmother wants and asks me to do.

I especially don't feel ashamed as I sit on whoever's couch I'm sitting on, watching Angela and her friends give me a private show performance—half-naked, provocatively dancing with each other while their hands and lips roamed all over one another bodies—their lips grazing each other's flesh, their hands roaming over each others erected as fuck tits, and how they're running their hands over their see-through lacy thongs that are clearly showing their beautiful pussy lips that I'm anxious to slide my tongue through and please.

Angela was standing behind a tall, long-haired blonde provocatively dancing, her hands roaming the blonde's body, her fingers tweaking her taut pink nipples, the palm of her hand gently rubbing her pussy, and her lips grazing her silky flesh.

The other two women, a short blonde-haired woman and a brunette lay on the floor, sixty-nine position, running their hands along one another's bodies while doing a mock-up of them pleasing each other's pussies.

Watching these women rub each other caused my dick to suffocate when he became scrunched. Causing pain in my cock that was shooting up to my throat, angry I hadn't adjusted him yet.

As I lowered my hand into my pants to adjust my dick, Angela's long, blonde-haired friend danced over to me. "Do you need help with that, Doctor Rhodes?" she asked with a sultry voice that made my cock twitch.

She sat on my lap, swaying her hips with her lace-covered pussy rubbing against me, and as I gazed at her erect tits that stared me in the face, my cock twitched in my hand.

My lips stretched into a grin. "You're more than welcome to help adjust my cock. But before you do, I need to know your name."

"Stormy."

I gripped her hips firmly, stopping her from grinding my lap. "I don't want a stage name. I want to know your real name," I demanded.

"Piper."

I let go of her hips as the corners of my mouth tugged upward. "Piper," I repeated. "Such a fitting name for what you want to wrap your hand around."

A beautiful smile appeared on her lips. "It is, isn't it? I should probably tell you that I enjoy smoking pipes." My cock twitched in my hand. She can smoke my pipe anytime. She has the most perfect plump lips that would look good wrapped around me. "So, now that you know my name, can I help your cock breathe?"

You're fucking right, you can.

"Yes," I responded, sounding a little too desperate.

Piper slid to the edge of my knees as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. With her eyes on mine, she swapped my hand with hers and adjusted my cock. But it must not have been enough for her because after she got a feel of me, the next thing I knew, she was on her knees, and my jeans and boxers were on the floor beside her.

A flirtatious smirk played on Piper's lips as she looked from my cock up to my eyes. "You've got a nice cock, doctor."

My cock flexed at her cooing of my cock.

So, because of how she's eyeing my cock and licking her lips, it has me asking, "Are you wondering if you can taste me?"

She licked her lips again, and seeing that tongue had me wanting to lean forward and suck it in my mouth.

"Please?" she begged.

Hell, fucking yeah...

I raised my hands to the back of my head, clasped my fingers together, and grinned. "Knock yourself out, Stormy." I looked over her shoulder and at the three other women still performing, watching me and their friend with desire in their eyes. I jutted my chin at her friends. "Just make sure you take turns with them."

"Oh, don't worry, doctor. We'll all be taking turns with you."

My dick danced at the sound of that.

But hearing her address me as doctor instead of my name disturbs me. I may hear it every day, all day long, but when she says it with the other women in the room, it makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong.

Extremely wrong.

"Please, call me Aaron."

Looking up at me through hooded eyes, she said, "I like calling you doctor better."

I shook my head. "Don't be a brat. You know what happens to brats, don't you?"

Piper playfully rolled her eyes. "You can spank me later. Aaron..." she suggested, grinning like the vixen she's being.

A soft chuckle left my lips. "I guess I know why you call yourself Stormy. You're wild and untamed. I can fix that, you know."

Like Piper didn't care what I suggested I do to her. Her hand waved in the air. "No need to fix me. I just want to wrap my lips around this glorious-sized cock, and make you squirm."

My cock twitched in her hand.

If that's what she wants to do, then I won't argue with her about that.

"Fine," I agreed, encouraging her to get busy by planting my hand on her head and pushing her down to my cock. "Have fun."

Anxiousness appeared on Piper's face as her mouth opened. With her big, crystal blue, heavily desired eyes on mine, she gave me no mercy when her lips slid down my raging hard cock. The amount of suction she used felt as if she were a vacuum, wanting to swallow my entire cock. It felt so ridiculously good that my body stiffened, my toes curled, my eyes closed, and my head flung backward.

"Fuck, yeah," I whispered, moaning in heaven with what I was receiving.

Not wanting to miss the blonde babe sucking my cock, my eyes opened as I lowered my head to watch her devour me.

Seeing her beautiful lips wrapped around my dick, the combination of pressure, warmth, and wetness of her mouth while taking me all the way in and worshipping it like my cock was her god stimulated me so much so that the state of ecstasy I'm experiencing at the moment, I wanted to let go and give her what she wanted—my orgasm.

But I couldn't embarrass myself, not in front of the woman who'd be lying on my operating table in just a few short weeks.

I slid my fingers through her hair, admiring her, and just when her mouth moved to the head of my dick, my fingers tangled in her hair when her tongue pressed into the hole, and she swirled her tongue around, moaning and enjoying the taste of the precum that leaked from my cock.

Then the brunette and short-haired blonde crawled to us, each taking a spot as they kneeled on either side of Piper, watching, waiting, and licking their lips as they desired to get a taste.

Angela sauntered over to us, but instead of kneeling beside her friends, she walked around the couch and stood behind me. She looked down at me when I looked up at her. She winked, then dug her fingertips into my scalp, pressing me down to watch the short-haired blonde take over my cock.

Seeing Piper had passed on to the next girl, I pulled out of the blonde's mouth, saying, "I need your name."

Desperation appeared on her lips when I removed my cock from her mouth, but she smiled as she said, "Candy."

I shook my head. "Like I told your friend Piper there, I want your real name. Not a stage name."

"Fiona."

Fiona. I repeated in my mind.

Well, she isn't an ogre, that's for sure. She's by far more beautiful than Shrek's girl. A smile tugged at my lips as I steered my cock back to her mouth. "Thank you. You've got a beautiful name to match a beautiful face. Now open that mouth and let me feed you my cock. Fiona."

Her hand wrapped around my dick, her eyes fluttered to mine, and she smiled. "Feed me, I'm fucking hungry."

A groan of satisfaction left my lungs, and before the brunette kneeling on the other side of Piper felt it was her turn to rub her lips along my shaft, I looked at her when Fiona's mouth wrapped around my cock, and panted as I said, "And what's your name?"

The pressure of Fiona's tongue pressing against my protruding, pulsating veins sent electrified sensations to course through me, and my eyes closed. But when I heard the brunette respond, my eyes shot open.

"Bailey, but you can refer to me as Black Widow."

Black Widow, she says hey? So, her stage name means she represents beauty, danger, and power.

I fucking love it.

I'll just have to remember not to push her buttons too far where she'll feel threatened—she'll release some deadly venom when she fucking bites me.

Angela's fingertips continued digging into my scalp as she kneaded through my hair. Between Angela's magical fingers, Candy's suction, tongue strategy, and throat suction, and Piper's and Bailey's mouths now working my nipples, they had me on the verge of releasing my orgasm sooner than I'd like—I still wanted to feel Angela's and Bailey's lips wrapped around me.

"Ah, fuck..." I cooed, closing my eyes, trying to tell myself not to come.

But when I felt Candy's mouth leave my cock and how it was replaced with another—Black Widow's, my mind went into a frenzy. She's fucking deadly, all right. The suction of her mouth, the tempo she used to pleasure me, and how she was caressing my fucking balls. My mind returned to the bar when Rory came after me, trying to keep me from leaving with these women.

I had to do something to keep my dick from wanting to explode inside Bailey's mouth, so I thought of some of the things Rory scolded me about.

"Don't do this, Aaron... don't leave with them. You'll regret it."

"Aaron, I'm serious. If you leave with them, especially how one is your patient, you could land yourself in hot water. She could sue you. Is that what you want?"

"Damn it, Aaron. Trust me! You don't want to do this! You're smarter than this! She's your fucking patient, for crying out loud! Quit thinking with your dick, and use your goddamn brain, will you?!"

Lips suddenly landed on mine, and my eyes opened when my mouth parted, granting whoever's tongue access. Seeing it was Angela's and how Rory found his way into my head, telling me I was making a huge mistake. For the first time in my life, I panicked and pushed everyone off of me when I stood.

Fuck.

What the fuck am I doing?

"Is something wrong?" asked a worried Angela.

With my back facing them, I dragged my fingers through my hair, trying to tell myself all was good.

But I couldn't think that at all.

All that ran through my mind was the conversation with my grandmother and Rory's assumption that Angela could sue me.

Fuck...

I want this. God, do I ever want this.

I have four fucking amazingly beautiful women wanting to blow my mind, and here I am, panicking about it—worried I'll upset my grandma if she were to find out what I did instead of what she asked, and freaking out about how Rory could be right about my being sued for sleeping with a patient.

Frustrated about the two people who got inside my head and struggling to pull them out, I pulled my hair and angrily groaned.

Come on, Aaron. You can do this. Shake them out of your mind. You've got four sexy naked, horny, wild women willing to give you something you've never had—an opportunity you'll probably never be offered to have again, and you're tapping out?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Shaking my head, my eyes closed, and through gritted teeth, I quietly said, "I'm sorry, ladies. As much as I want to continue this party—the lifetime opportunity you girls were giving me, I can't... I have to go. I'm sorry."

I twirled around, and ignoring the staring eyes on me, I hurriedly reached for my clothes.

"Did we do something wrong?" one of the women asked, unsure of who asked since all I could hear was my heart thumping hard and Rory's voice inside my head telling me I was doing the right thing by backing out of this groupie.

I shook my head while pulling up my boxers. "No. You girls didn't do anything wrong. Believe me, I want this to happen between us more than anything, but I just can't go through with it. I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

I pulled up my pants, and as I zipped up, Angela stood before me, her fingers lifting my chin to look at her. Her eyes were apologizing to me as if she knew she made me freak out. "If you're afraid I'll do something to hurt your reputation, don't. We girls do this on the nights we're not working at the club."

Embarrassed for ending something so fucking hot, I looked away from her.

"I'm serious," she whispered, her desperate eyes doing all the pleading for me not to leave. "We're not the type of women who look for men we can ruin. The only type of ruining we enjoy doing is ruining men for all other women."

My eyes shot back to hers as I finished buttoning my shirt. That's a similar line Callum and I have used on women in the past. We'll ruin you for all other men...

"I'm sorry to have taken you girls away from looking for that man. But that man isn't me." Days ago, it could've been me. But tonight's not that night.

Her eyes pleaded with mine. And when she saw I wasn't giving in, she cupped either side of my cheeks, pulled me to her mouth, and begged, "Just stay and have fun with us. I promise you have nothing to worry about."

I nicely pulled her hands from my face and stepped away from Angela. "I have to go. I'll see you in a couple of weeks. Again, I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

I was out of the house before anyone could stop me, but when I got to the driveway to get in my suburban and saw it wasn't there, I cursed under my breath after remembering I had come with them.

I looked up at the dark-filled sky and sighed, "Fuck..."

And because two of the women who sat with me in the backseat from the bar to here were distracting me with their lips and hands, I had no clue where I was or which way to head. So I started walking in the direction I felt I needed to go while pulling up my Google Maps to ensure I was heading the correct way to Lucky's to grab my vehicle.

And thank fuck I was.

Too embarrassed to call my friends to have one of them pick me up, I ordered an Uber since I was a lot further away from the bar than I thought I was. Then, because I was angry with one of them for screwing up the night I was thrilled to have, I sent a cryptic message to Rory.

Me: I hope you're fucking happy. You won, asshole.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and continued walking until my ride showed up ten minutes later.

Rory: What did I win?

Asshole. He knows what I meant by that message. And I'm pretty sure the fucker was smiling when he typed that message out.

As much as I would love to tell Rory how much I despise his ass right now for ruining my night, I won't. He got the message I needed him to know. Now I need to go home and get my head together and figure out what the fuck is wrong with me.

A few days ago, I never would have walked away from having an orgy with four gorgeous bisexual women. Now, I need a distraction to help straighten my thinking process. Because right now, I have no idea what I'm thinking or doing. I need anything, something, someone to help get my mind back to where it was before my lunch date with my grandmother.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as I lowered my head in shame for what I was thinking about doing—something I've never done—getting help from the Mistress Storm-Tamer herself, Electra.

***

I needed some liquid courage before heading to the one area I always avoided at the club, so the first thing I did when I got inside was head over to see Rocky.

I nervously looked around me as I sat at the bar.

"Hey, Aaron. Are you having the usual?" a smiling, energetic Rocky asked.

My eyes turned to hers, and I begged, "Yeah, do me a favor and give me one huge glass of it. I'll use that as my three-drink maximum. Please."

Her brows lifted, and a smirk of amusement landed on her lips. "Rough night?"

"Rough couple of days," I quietly groaned, my legs bouncing as the thoughts of what I was about to have done to me haunted my mind.

"What was that?" she asked, pouring me a tall glass of my favorite whiskey.

"I said, yeah, you can say that."

She shoved the glass toward me, then grinned as she leaned over the bar, curiosity in her eyes as she said, "You won two women last night, stayed in the room a couple of hours longer than you were supposed to without Trent going apeshit on you, and you're having a rough day?" She stood back to her feet, shaking her head. "What did those two women do to you?"

It wasn't them.

I lifted my drink to my lips, took a long sip, and let the alcohol burn my tongue for a minute before swallowing as I gazed into her brown, curious eyes. Rocky has always been someone I could talk to about anything. Because she knows I'm into threesomes, I wonder if what I'd done tonight is something I could talk to her about instead of seeing Electra and having her punish me to manipulate my mind into going back to where I was a few days prior.

I swallowed the tasty amber-colored liquid and lowered my eyes to my drink as I said, "Last night was an amazing night with them."

"So why the long face?"

Fearing Trent was in the area and not wanting him to hear what I was about to tell her, worried he'd tease me about backing out, I looked around me. Not seeing him around, I returned my gaze to Rocky.

Fuck. This is embarrassing.

I can't believe I'm about to tell her something so personal.

Giving me the courage to admit something so embarrassing, I took another long sip of my whiskey, leaned forward, and finally said, "Tonight, I did something I'm a bit embarrassed about. Something shocking and something unheard of when it comes to me and sex," I quietly admitted.

Humor played on her lips when she teasingly wondered, "You didn't kill someone, did you?"

My eyes widened. "Fuck no! I'd never do such a thing!" She laughed, and then it hit me that she probably wondered if someone had died on my operating table and cleared the air. "Nobody I was surgically operating on died."

She leaned over the bar and playfully shoved me. "I was kidding, by the way. You look so tense, I figured I'd throw something at you to get you to ease up."

Her eyes wandered from side to side, and she grinned as she looked up at the camera. The next thing I saw was her lifting my bottle of whiskey and adding to my damn near empty glass. "Don't tell Trent I'm feeding you more booze. But since you all are friends, I'm sure he wouldn't mind me easing you up a bit."

I waved my hand across my face. "Don't worry about me saying nothing. If Trent's in his office, he probably already knows. That fucker watches the cameras like he's watching porn."

She laughed. "That's true. So. What did you do tonight that would shock me?"

I groaned, leaned forward, my hands holding my drink as if my life depended on it, and quietly said, "I was in the middle of having my mind blown by four hot ass fucking women when my stupid fucking conscience took over, abruptly ending a fivesome I was in the middle of having. My cock was buried deep down a woman's throat, two other women were teasing my nipples, and another woman was loosening me up by kneading her fingers into my scalp while kissing me."

Surprise found Rocky's eyes. "What? You?"

I leaned back in my chair, saying, "I told you it was shocking."

"What happened?"

"My grandmother and Rory are what happened," I admitted painfully. "Never have I ever ended any playtime like that. And it's fucking embarrassing."

Her eyes wandered the bar before they returned to me. "I'm assuming they weren't there. So what did they do that made you end what you were doing?"

A frustrated sigh left my lips. "My grandmother insisted I stop playing the field and settle down. Which you already know, I've never been in a committed relationship ever in my life. So I wouldn't even know how to settle down with one woman." My head shook, and then I huffed a laugh as I said, "Shit... I don't even know how to be in a relationship. I'd fuck it up before one even started. And Rory? You know how he is. He got inside my head because he tried stopping me before I left the bar with the women. Telling me I'd regret it. And he instilled in my brain that I could be sued for what I was about to do with them."

Rocky's face distorted. "Why would you be sued for having consensual sex with four women? That's not a crime." She shrugged. "It's fucking hot, actually."

My eyes grew wide in surprise. "You've been in one before?"

"Of course I have! Many times! It's wild, fun, hot, thrilling, and so fucking sexy. My pussy dances every time I think about the ones I've had, and then it drools whenever Jax mentions wanting us to be involved in another orgy."

Huh. I learn something new every day. Especially since Rocky is married to one of the bouncers here. And that fucker gives everyone who looks at Rocky with desire in their eyes a warning about who she belongs to right before he punches them in the face.

Yeah, he's a bit of a hothead. But he's cool.

A smile tugged at my lips. "You amaze me every time I see you, Rocky."

"Yeah, well, I amaze myself sometimes," she laughed. "Anyway, so. Tell me why Rory assumed you'd be sued for your fun, wild night?"

A heavy, worried sigh left my mouth. "Because one of the women involved, who offered me the night with them, just so happens to be an upcoming patient of mine."

Her eyes widened, and she mouthed, "Oh..." right before she grimaced. "Ohhhh. Yeah... that's not good. She could've been setting you up for something bad."

Fuck...

"That's what Rory was worried about. When I ended it, before anything more happened, she worried that was what I was thinking but claimed I had nothing to worry about, that they do what we were about to do all the time."

"Still, not cool, Aaron. It doesn't matter if she said that to you or not. At least here," she said, waving her arms around, "You're at least safe with the waivers you sign." She cocked a brow. "We're you at her house or yours?"

I shrugged. "I have no idea whose house we were at."

She leaned forward, quietly saying, "A little advice? If that's what you want to do, I suggest you do it here next time. Not at some random house where, if something went wrong, you'd be looking at being sued or threatened with something that would cause you jail time. There are cameras everywhere here, tests everyone has to take before they're allowed in a room, and everyone has to sign waivers. So, if anyone ever tries to report something bad, you have—well, I should say we have the video to prove that everyone was a willing party." She stood tall. "That's just my suggestion."

"Is that what you and Jax do?"

"Sometimes. But if we know the people really well, then we have them at our place." She grinned. "So, is that why you came here? You're looking to finish the night with what you started, but with women who aren't your patients?"

I shook my head.

"Nope." I looked around me, ensuring Trent was still in his office jacking off to the cameras, then turned to Rocky, nervously and embarrassingly telling her. "I came here to have Electra punish me, silly, to get my mind back to where I was a few days ago. When I wasn't worried about what my grandmother wanted out of me, and before I met the woman who wants me to turn her into the hot fucking bombshell of all time, Raquel Welch."

"I suggest you drink up, then. Because if you want Electra to do that to you, now is the time." She suggested, pointing behind me. "She had a cancelation, and she's walking around looking for her next victim to have fun torturing."

Looks like I'm that victim she's looking for.

With my drink in hand, I turned around and saw Electra walking around in her studded leather mini dress, showing her ass cheeks and pussy when she moved just right, slapping her glow-in-the-dark flogger in her hand, and felt my heart rate pick up.

I shivered when I felt Rocky's lips in my ear and her hot breath fanning my neck when she said, "Would you like me to get her attention? I can whistle her over for you."

I slammed the rest of my drink and shook my head. "Thanks, Rocky, but no thanks. I don't need her punishing me for that, too. I just need Electra to get my brain back to two, three days ago."

I brought my fingers to my lips and whistled, and when Electra looked at me, I gulped. There was fire blazing in her eyes and a smirk on her face that said, I'm in trouble.

Big fucking trouble.

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