Prompt #1 - Who Are You?
I've been called a hell of a lot of deragatory names over the years, but "asshole" certainly seems to be the favorite with everyone around me. All right, fine, so maybe I am an asshole. I'll admit it, but for your information, this asshole has come a hell of a long way since he first became the talk of the town in the beautiful and glorious city of South Beach, Florida. I might not have as big of a head as my partner and best friend, Sean, now has since we moved our practice out to Beverly Hills, California, and he's become such a success on Hearts N' Scapels, but I'll have you know, that I, Dr. Christian Troy, am doing pretty damn well for myself.
Other than being a man who gets off on the uncharted pleasures of screwing random women every night, and the man capable of making a woman's body explode with pleasure more than twice in one evening, I'm a plastic surgeon. One of the best to be exact. Sean and I manage a little business on Rodeo Drive called, McNamara/Troy. We built the business from scratch years ago, and have been feeding off the less-than-perfect clientel of both Miami and Los Angeles for our four years now. Four years fixing and rejuvenating numerous pairs of tits in Miami, and a little less than a year here in L.A.
While we're on the subject of years, my age isn't really of importance to who I am. And if you need more proof than that, I'd be glad to drop my pants and show you my dick. Let's face it, there are hundreds of men in this world, men half my age, who wished they looked as good as myself, much less those who can manage to get as much ass in one night as I can. I certainly don't have to work too hard to get a random woman to go home with me, that's for sure.
Aside from being a plastic surgeon, I'm also a father. I have a son. Two sons actually. Wilbur is three, Matt is nineteen. It's kind of a long story how each of them came to be my sons, but I think I'll save the drama of that story for another day. At the moment, I'm a single father. The majority of my fatherly duties these days have been focused on raising Wilbur. With Matt's conception stemming from the affair I had with my partner's ex-wife back in college, and don't even say it, I already know I'm a Goddamn prick for doing it. I've heard that bullshit a million times. As I was saying, Matt has two dads. Sean and myself. Julia is his mother. Sean and I both have a certain amount of influence on Matt, minus the fact that he tends to favor one of us over the other at certain moments, but hey, it's cool. I get it. If he's having "pussy" problems, I know damn well which one of us he'll come running to.
I'm Christian Troy. I say whatever the hell I need to say to get laid, do whatever the hell I need to do to get what I want, basically, I say and do whatever I damn well please, and I could give a shit what anyone else thinks.
Other than being a man who gets off on the uncharted pleasures of screwing random women every night, and the man capable of making a woman's body explode with pleasure more than twice in one evening, I'm a plastic surgeon. One of the best to be exact. Sean and I manage a little business on Rodeo Drive called, McNamara/Troy. We built the business from scratch years ago, and have been feeding off the less-than-perfect clientel of both Miami and Los Angeles for our four years now. Four years fixing and rejuvenating numerous pairs of tits in Miami, and a little less than a year here in L.A.
While we're on the subject of years, my age isn't really of importance to who I am. And if you need more proof than that, I'd be glad to drop my pants and show you my dick. Let's face it, there are hundreds of men in this world, men half my age, who wished they looked as good as myself, much less those who can manage to get as much ass in one night as I can. I certainly don't have to work too hard to get a random woman to go home with me, that's for sure.
Aside from being a plastic surgeon, I'm also a father. I have a son. Two sons actually. Wilbur is three, Matt is nineteen. It's kind of a long story how each of them came to be my sons, but I think I'll save the drama of that story for another day. At the moment, I'm a single father. The majority of my fatherly duties these days have been focused on raising Wilbur. With Matt's conception stemming from the affair I had with my partner's ex-wife back in college, and don't even say it, I already know I'm a Goddamn prick for doing it. I've heard that bullshit a million times. As I was saying, Matt has two dads. Sean and myself. Julia is his mother. Sean and I both have a certain amount of influence on Matt, minus the fact that he tends to favor one of us over the other at certain moments, but hey, it's cool. I get it. If he's having "pussy" problems, I know damn well which one of us he'll come running to.
I'm Christian Troy. I say whatever the hell I need to say to get laid, do whatever the hell I need to do to get what I want, basically, I say and do whatever I damn well please, and I could give a shit what anyone else thinks.
