Johnny cleans them up with napkins from the limousine’s bar while Brett stands with his back to the window, holding open the jacket of his tux to block the view. Nervously, Johnny tucks Brett’s now limp member into the fly of his pants and asks, “Do you think they saw anything?”
“The windows are tinted, not painted,” Brett points out. “Press your face up against them and you can see inside.”
Zipping up his own pants, Johnny asks, “So that’s a yes?”
Brett shrugs his jacket into place. “Yeah, that’s a yes.”
Once the napkins and used condom are disposed of in the trash receptacle under the bar, Johnny wishes he had something to help disperse the sweaty stench of s*x that remains. They could open a window…then he sees Roxy beyond the glass and sighs. Oh yeah, that’s right. He has to face h
