One of the locals comes out to whine

There were lights turning on in the houses all around them, but it was too late for Daisy to stop. Once her mouth got going there was no way of reining it in again. Mr. Johnson wasn't bothered either. He kept a steady pace as he fucked her, even as concerned citizens started moving around in their houses.

"You like that all of them hear you, baby?" he growled. "I bet some of these guys haven't heard their wives scream like you in ages."

"I'll scream for you, sir," she whined. She had been screaming loud enough that it was hurting her throat, but now she really did want to put on a show. She loved the idea of some suburban husband pretending to be upset at the noise while he filed away her sounds for the spank bank later.

The first one out the door wasn't one of those husbands. It was a woman around Mr. Johnson's age in a blue tracksuit. She looked furious. "What the hell do you two perverts think you're doing?" she shouted. "This isn't your goddamn play pen, get the hell out of here!"

She wasn't the only one. Someone was coming out from the house whose sidewalk Mr. Johnson had parked near. It was another woman, around the same age, but much fitter. She was curvy with red hair, and she was wearing only a green silk nightrobe. "Oh my God, is that you?" she asked, sounding disgusted.

Mr. Johnson grinned. He didn't stop laying into Daisy as the new folks came out to give him hell. "I should've known you'd recognize me, Scarlet," he said.

Daisy was losing it. With all these people around her anxiety was starting to outweigh her horniness, but Mr. Johnson kept fucking her. Didn't he have any shame?

The ginger whispered angrily at him. "That's not my fucking name," she said. "I'm married now. Leave me alone!"

All of a sudden, Mr. Johnson stopped. He pulled out of her, and she felt very empty. She slid down from the hood of the car and tried to understand what was happening. He was drunk. She could smell it now. And he had brought her to... some woman's house. Someone he called a fake name? She was too dick drunk to figure it out.

"Sure," her boss said, like he hadn't been balls deep in his employee a second ago. He was just standing there with his wet dick hanging out and his pants around his ankle. "Get in the car, Daisy."

She almost had to crawl. There wasn't any way to salvage her dignity here, so it didn't matter. The first lady who had come out was screaming at them. She was going to call the cops, apparently. The other one, Scarlet, just stared daggers at her. It wasn't her idea to come here, Daisy almost said. She didn't even know what was going on. Mr. Johnson got back in the driver's seat and turned it on. He threw his pants in the backseat and stuck with his boxers.

"Let's get out of here," he said sourly.