Doctor’s Demands

Owen

Owen

Leaving the operating room after doing a facelift on a fifty-year-old model who didn’t want to give up the fight just yet, I found my heart pounding and anxiety filling me. The cameras in my face didn’t help matters at all.

I was one of the stars of a reality television show, aired on the surgery channel. ‘Beverly Hills Reconstruction,’ was all about keeping the stars glamorous and camera-ready at all times. My job paid amazingly well, affording me a lifestyle most only dream about.

Fancy cars, houses, and vacations that would rival that of kings were what filled my life back then. The only thing I was lacking was female companionship. My brain wouldn’t allow me to believe women wanted me for me. Inevitably, my insecurities would bubble up to the surface and ruin anything that was beginning to form.

I had a little secret that I kept from everyone. Each summer, for five years in a row, I’d vacation in Portland, Oregon. I told those who asked a lie about my grandparents being from there and how I liked to get back to my roots once a year.

That wasn’t the only lie I told people.

Being a member of an exclusive club in Portland was the real reason I went to the town. I’d purchase a submissive partner for myself every year and keep her in the confines of a small, but lavish apartment that was inside the massive underground club. For three months, I’d have a woman who I could do anything to.

It was hard to hold in the fantasy that I craved, but I managed to do it for nine months out of twelve. It was the eighth month, and I was getting antsy like I always did.

I needed my fix, I needed the vacation, and I needed a woman to do it with. My secret could never come out or I’d be dragged through the Hollywood mud so badly that it’d leave me destitute and banished. Of that I was certain …