Now, Fuck my Face!

My breath hitched. This wasn't a series of disconnected encounters. This was a consortium. A collective. "Each of us has worked with you," Julian continued, gesturing to the others. "The doctor diagnosed your condition. The librarian settled your debts. The chef found your flavor. The fireman... well, he just needed to bleed the line." He smiled, a thin, cruel thing. "But our individual... tutori...