On Monday morning, Johnny staggers from the warm cocoon of his bed sheets and stumbles to the bathroom. His bladder aches something fierce—he was up too late the night before, partying at a premier Hollywood club that wouldn’t have included him on the guest list if his date was anyone other than Roxy Greene. With her arm linked through Mel’s, Roxy ruled the club, commandeering a hot spot in the VIP section where Johnny flirted with Brett all night long. The more he drank, the closer he leaned into his lover, Roxy and her girlfriend left to their own devices on the dance floor. Shortly before midnight, Brett led him to a back room where they made love, Brett’s c**k thrusting into Johnny’s ass in beat with the music that pounded through the walls.
Now that’s what Johnny’s talking about when
