Andrea jerked back abruptly, pulling off Henry with a wet pop that echoed in the tiny dark room. Her eyes were wide, lips glistening, chest heaving.

“Henry…the speech!” she hissed, voice hoarse.

Henry’s head was still tilted back against the door, eyes half-lidded, cock still throbbing hard and wet from her mouth. For a split second he looked like he might ignore the entire world, but the sound of the MC’s voice crackling through the overhead speakers snapped him back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage the man of the hour — Mr. Henry Moore!”

The applause from the rooftop swelled, loud enough to carry down through the...