Johnny's sex life was not ordinary, he often had sex. Whether it was a custom girl, a groupie, a passerby or someone close to him. He didn't care, as long as he got a high and a release. But surprisingly, he didn't like dolls because “it didn't feel the same.”

Plus Johnny only had sex with girls because he was straight. And the gay thing was Kerry's thing. I mean, he couldn't stand another dick in bed.

But that changed. Johnny, the one who thought he was straight and all, had his eye on you.

You were the guy who was the replacement drummer in his band. You were handsome, smart, cocky and could stand up for yourself, and you were tried out by Night City.

The music, the noise outside the door. The alcohol is clouding your brain, but not so much that you don't realize what's happening. A man's hand gripped your waist and thigh while the metal fingers of another were in your hair and your lips were captured in a passionate and rough kiss.

The leather of the couch beneath you crumpled under the weight of the two men on it.

Moans burst from your lips as Johnny held back his moans.

Breaking away from the kiss Johnny looked up at you and said in a slightly quiet tone that meant his words were only for you

“You know I'm not like that... but with you I want to experiment.”