Chapter 21

"I can't believe he did that," Paul shook his head as they all sat in the hotel suite they had split with Brian several days later. "I came in because I was too ashamed to stand next to him."

"Come on, this is Brian," Dallas laughed. "We've both known him long enough that nothing he does should shock us anymore."

"Yeah, good point, but Brian went on the balcony naked, then started flipping off cars driving by. He was encouraging me to join him, but you can see, I'm already shirtless and didn't need people getting ideas." Paul gave a shudder. "Freaking hell."

"And still at it from the looks of things." Dallas nodded toward the balcony.

"Oh God, I think I'm scarred for life. Every time we look out there, we're going to see his ass. Every time someone would honk he'd grab his 'little friend' and shake it while flipping them off So I said 'fuck it' and came inside. Poor Steffi; I think she's traumatized. I can't blame her for hiding in her room after seeing that. Think we should check on her?"

"I think once the initial shock wears off, she'll be fine," Dallas replied.

"Hey, guys, great day out there," Brian grinned when he walked in from the balcony.

"Oh, thank God you came inside," Paul sighed.

"Oh, was I supposed to pull out?" Brian asked jokingly, causing Dallas to practically choke on his coffee.

"Dude, come on, it isn't enough that you probably scarred your woman–and the two of us–for life, but showing your 'stuff' on a balcony that's two stories up from the freeway?"

"It was my way of saying 'Bitch don't honk at me, you couldn't handle all this!' Where's Stef?"

"Hiding in her room recovering from shock. I was about to take her some eye bleach after Dallas and I used some," Paul said. "Jesus, Brian, you flashed your 'goodies' for the world!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I may have given someone some good memories of me flashing them."

"You may have also scarred half of the state," Paul groaned. "Seriously, if you're going in there to see Stef, put some fucking clothes on or at least some pants."

"Why? It isn't like we haven't seen each other in the raw before."

"Dude!" Paul cried.

"Don't worry about it, Paul," Dallas shook his head. "I already know about the few times they uh…"

"Wild, passionate lovemaking," Brian joked.

Paul cut in. "Yeah, but she never saw this dirty freak flashing it on a public balcony!"

"Anyway," Dallas cleared his throat, turning to Brian. "He does have a point. If you're going in there, at least get decent and put some pants on."

"Geez, what a couple of prudes," Brian said, picking up a pair of jeans. "I'll be in the john getting 'decent', as you all put it."

Dallas was about to say something else when Brian opened the bathroom door without thinking and a loud screech followed.

"Oh my God!" Brian exclaimed, turning ten shades of red. "Steffi, I am SO sorry!" He slammed the door shut and came back out, flushed.

"I just walked in on Stef," he said breathlessly. "Why didn't one of you say she was in there?"

"Actually, I was about to when you barged in there like a bull in a china shop," Dallas replied.

"Holy shit," Paul said. "Now you've really scarred her for life, Spanky."

Steffi came out of the bathroom, looking a little flustered. "It's perfectly fine, guys," she said before turning to Brian, who had put on pants by this time. "Just knock next time."

"Sorry," Brian said, not looking at her.

"Paul, I'm going to grab us some lunch," Dallas spoke up, "Coming?"

"I really…" he began before getting the hint. "Oh, sure. You might need help carrying some shit."

"Good slave boy," Brian winked. "Don't wear him out too much, Dallas."

When the two of them had gone, Steffi had come into the room and Brian still wouldn't look at her. He may have waved his dick for the world not long before, but knowing he embarrassed the one person he cared about make him uneasy.

Steffi was the first to speak. "Brian, I'm not mad at you," she said reassuringly. "So you walked in on me while I was in the bathroom while you still had no clothes on. I won't die from it. I'm good, okay?"

He finally looked at her for the first time that morning. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Steffi nodded. "The fact that you were so embarrassed about it shows what a gentleman you are," she replied, placing a kiss on his cheek. "And it isn't like I haven't seen you naked before." She giggled.

"Yeah, well it's not like I'd go bragging about our sex life or whatnot," he said. "Especially to Paul. He'd never let me live it down."

"You're so cute." She gave him a hug.

Brian raised an eyebrow. "You know, we have at least half an hour before our slaves return."

Steffi lit up. "We do, don't we? Well, I'm sure we can find something to pass the time."

Thirty minutes later:

"For the love of Christ, Paul, do we have to make you a chain to keep your room card key on?" Dallas sighed as they carried lunch items back to the suite. "Brian's right; you'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to your shoulders.

"Sorry, man," Paul replied. "You were in such a hurry to drag my ass out of there I didn't have a chance to grab it."

Dallas handed him the bags. "Hold this shit. Good thing I always keep mine in my pocket or we'd never get into the room."

"Spanky's in there," Paul shook his head. "We could knock."

"No thanks; the last thing we'd need is him answering the door naked. As you said earlier, we've been scarred enough."

Soon Dallas slid his key through the card slot and was fumbling with the doorknob. When they threw the door open they found Brian and Steffi kissing, oblivious to their presence.

"Does he have his hand on her ass?" Paul asked, eyes widening.

Brian broke the kiss and smirked at his friends. "Yes, I do," he said. "Now if you'll excuse us." He took Steffi and headed to her room, leaving Paul and Dallas looking after them, speechless.