Wayne knew he could make more money doing duos, trios, and orgies but he didn’t want the visibility. Well, not at this point anyway. Plus the bigger the visibility, the more he would be exposed under the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket. The text came from Pad, informed him he arrived at Jen and Jack’s place. Wayne smiled at Pad’s comment that he couldn’t wait to ride in the new Mustang. He put the phone away. He had to drive to Orlando himself shortly, but before he left, he stopped near the bench where the police officer sat.
“You got your phone?” he asked Frankie.
Frankie grinned and handed him his phone. Wayne typed his numbers and name in and sent himself a text. When Wayne finished, he caught Frankie eyeing his crotch. At this angle, he guessed Frankie was Italian. He had the dark hair, green eyes, large flat nose that suggested it. Instinctively, he grabbed his dick and moved it. Frankie’s eyes bulged.
“Here’s your phone.”