Unlike Sonja, a seemingly practical girl with an extravagant inner life, Robinette was obsessed with the surface. It was clear why she fancied Walter—he represented power, opportunity, and mobility. Still, I wasn’t sure we would pull Robinette in until she bragged about her close relationship with a Eurasian model and her white photographer hubby. At this couple’s mention Walter’s eyes widened.

“Have you been out to their house in East Hampton, Robinette?” He leaned in close to her.

“Yes,” she said haughtily. “They were kind enough to ask me out.”

“And did you stay the weekend?”

“Of course, Walter. I wouldn’t go out for just one day.”

“No doubt. Now,” he said matter-of-factly, “who ate your pussy first—him or her?”

Her reply was a guilty giggle. So now it was on. All our predatory eyes gazed hungrily at young Robinette. Walter pressed on.

“Did you enjoy more eating or being eaten? C’mon, darling. Everybody at this table likes the taste of pussy.”

Walter’s frankness must have melted Robinette as a dreamy look replaced her earlier self-absorption; it was now clear she had officially joined our party.

“Let’s go,” Walter announced, the check disappearing under the weight of his black AmEx card.

Robinette asked, “Where are we going?”

“My place,” Walter answered. “After all, it’s Super Bowl Sunday.”

Outside Moomba we snared a cab. Now the rules of the New York taxi industry preclude carrying more than four passengers at a time. Sonja, the attorney, sweet-talked Pierre, the Haitian cabbie, into taking us. Walter, Beatrice, Sonja, and Robinette squeezed snugly into the backseat and I, the fifth wheel, sat up next to the driver. The taxi’s two sides were separated by a bulletproof partition. There was a wide hole in the center for exchanging money. Soon after we pulled off I glanced into the back and saw the most remarkable things.

From left to right sat Sonja, Walter, Robinette and Beatrice, as tightly packed as the dot on an i.

Walter kissed Beatrice by leaning across the body of a very uncomfortable Robinette. With his left hand he reached back toward Sonja, who began sucking his fingers. Beatrice reached down and across Robinette to unzip Walter’s pants. Then she bent down and placed her mouth around his dick. Sonja and Walter locked lips as Robinette sat motionless and the taxi’s windows began to fog.