"Thanks guys, but I'm ready to call it quits."

The four men nod, and tuck their cocks back into jeans stained with various spatters of cum, and then file out through the curtains. You tuck yourself back into your own jeans, and then realize you’re shirtless, with cum stains on your jeans, sticky patches on your chest, and glance around. Your shirt lies in the corner, pretty much soaked in cum. The bouncer is at the front door, but there was a rear exit... Maybe you could sneak out the back, and no one would ever see you like this, all covered in cum and spit and lube, wearing a shirt that’s pretty much no better than a cum-rag.