Jill joined in, “No Diane. Just the picture of you and Gaga. Don’t say anything about the money. He doesn’t deserve to know.”
As always, Jill was right. This dumb-ass wasted a perfectly good girlfriend for some skank at school.
By the time we arrived at the airport the other car was already unloading. James was taking the bags out of the trunk and lining the up for the plane steward.
Diane and Marcus looked completely lost. Roger and Donna were just basking in the afterglow of sex. Our whole limo smelled of sex, but who cared.
When our car stopped, there was a group outside of the plane. Tina and Dakota were trying to explain about the jet.
Fred opened our door. We plied out stretching our legs. I did notice two things, Dakota had her shirt untucked and two boys had not zipped up their pants.
Jill and Donna leaned over towards me and made comments about their activities must have been the same as ours.
Jill and I led everyone up the stairs to the plane. I was clear that the red couch was for Jill and I. The blue couch was for Roger and Donna. The rest of the seating is random.
One of Diane’s crew asked, “Sir, where are we going?”
“VEGAS BABY!”
“No fucking way!” The boy in the back of the group said loudly.
We are on our way to Vegas. Our car had sex, but frustrating sex. It appeared as if Dakota and Tina’s car had better sex. Damn, I miss being just the Chauffeur.