We are riding back.

Outside where the sun illuminated the sheen of sweat that glossed over my naked drawn over body, we nearly bumped into a couple who was coming into the restaurant. They let out a huge gasp at the sight of my penis which was finally beginning soften.

"You two missed out on a wonderful show." Ingrid offered the couple.

"I told you we should have come earlier," the woman nudged her boyfriend "we always miss the good stuff." Before actually entering the doors, the two strangers stayed to watch my signature-covered ass move it's way to the car. "Whoever he was, I hate to see him go but love to watch him leave." The woman patted her boyfriend on the butt then turned to enter the restaurant after we settled in the car.

I sighed. At least they weren't making me drive this time.

With Ingrid at the wheel and Bridget in the passenger's seat, Scarlet sat comfortably next to me in the back as I cupped my groin.

"So," Scarlet leaned against my shoulder "what did you want to tell me?"

"Huh?" I was trying to tune out the world at this point until I got back home to put some clothes on.

"Back when we were dancing, you wanted to ask me something. What did you want to ask?"

Oh that's right! I was going to her ask her out!