Page 11 of Daddy to Go
I pulled out my phone and flipped through my social media accounts, not actually taking anything in. To be honest, my mind was on the day before. That hot encounter I had with Abby. It ended kind of rushed, and I felt kind of bad about it. It was probably the single hottest encounter I had ever had and I got automatically hard, just remembering it.
I glanced up, feeling someone step up beside me. It was a tall blonde with huge tits, a round firm ass, and ice blue eyes. She smiled at me but it didn’t seem to register like it normally would have. My smile back was completely robotic, something I had acquired from seeing so many patients day in and day out. Immediately I went back to staring at my phone.
The clink of the ice in my glass as the bartender set it down in front of me caught my attention quicker than the girl. He leaned forward.
“You seem to have quite the fan club in here. The ladies can’t take their eyes off of you, my friend.”
Glancing around, I realized I was getting the same attention I always did when I walked in a bar, wearing my scrubs. I was being followed by the hungry eyes of dozens of women. Up until the bartender pointed it out, though, I had been completely oblivious.
I chuckled and gave another half-smile. “Yeah, kind of comes with the territory sometimes. They love the baggy scrubs,” I joked.
He stood back up, wiping his hands on his towel, and shaking his head. “To be you, man. You could walk out of here with any girl you wanted.”
He was probably right but my head was swimming with visions of Abby, and nothing else. If I could have seen myself from the outside it would have been painful to watch. But I wasn’t in the mood that night. I didn’t want to take another girl back to my hotel for a wild romp only to feel awkward in the morning.
With that realization, I sat back, grabbing my drink and taking a gulp. I breathed heavily in through my nose and rubbed my hands up my slightly bristled cheeks.What are you doing, man?I questioned myself.Are you happy? Is this the life you want?
But the attention from various ladies was crazy. Their eyes were like hot lasers burning into the back of my head. And my ass. The bartender meandered back over. “You alright? You look pretty down.”
I glanced up, surprised by his voice. “Oh, yeah man. My head is somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else? Or withsomeoneelse?” he asked.
I leaned my head back and groaned.
“Buddy, I don’t even know anymore. You think you have your life just how you want it and then one moment in time makes you question it all. Or it makes you confused as hell.”
The bartender, around my age, smirked. “Well, you just gotta keep going dude. In my opinion, if you don’t roll with what life gives you, you’ll end up regretting it.”
I nodded and finished my drink and pulled out a twenty, tossing it on the bar.
“Thanks man, I’m going to go ponder some more in my hotel room. Have a good night.”
The bartender nodded.
“You too, doc. Whatever it is, whoever it is, just relax. You’ll know.”
I gave a half smile and turned, walking through the increasing crowd and out the door. Leave it to me to find the Buddha of bartenders in some small ass town in the middle of nowhere Maryland. I needed to book more big city practices. No one there paid attention to you, which would be nice for a change.
I got to the hotel and took the lift up to the top floor, where my penthouse suite waited. It wasn’t the biggest I had ever stayed in, but it was pretty nice. It was decorated in smooth lines of crisp white with splashes of color throughout. I didn’t always get the penthouse because it depended on the practice and what they set up for me. Since this one was a personal favor, I got treated to the luxury stuff. It was okay. I’m used to hotels now, having lived in them on a near constant basis. Tonight though, there was something cold and distant about the place.
It wasn’t the hotel though; it was my mental viewpoint on life, and I knew it. I wasn’t comfortable in my own head in that moment, but I needed some time to clear my head before bed. I needed to get some rest before seeing patients again. Last night had been filled with hot dreams and a curvy, beautiful girl, and I was distracted at work as a result.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it up, seeing a video call from my best friend, Jack. We went through medical school together, and have been buddies since then. Jack was a traveling doctor too. When I first told him about the lifestyle, he just about died. He couldn’t wait to get out on the open road and be free from the politics of hospital life.
“What up, what up?” he greeted, his smiling face large on the small screen. “Dr. Swagger here checking in from beautiful sunny Florida.”
“Nice,” I replied, hearing the ocean in the background. “I am currently in my penthouse suite in Maryland.”
“Fancy, I like it,” he grinned. “Getting some serious action with that gig? I bet the nurses are loving you.”
I shook my head. “You know my rule: never shit where you eat.”
Jack snorted.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m starting to have a list of practices to avoid because of these crazy nurses. But I will do what I do. Free as a bird.”
Shaking my head with a smile, I walked over to the large floor to ceiling windows that lined the living area of the penthouse. There was a set of sliding doors that led to a patio, and a private infinity pool with surrounding chairs. It was a good view, and for a second, I got lost.