And then, as if someone gave a signal, Sonja, Beatrice, and Walter descended on young Robinette. Walter unbuttoned her blouse. Beatrice unzipped her slacks. Sonja reached over and pulled down Robinette’s leopard bra, revealing her tiny, hard black nipples. Her matching leopard panties showcased a flat, smooth stomach and a thin wisp of carefully shaved pubic hair. Her moans filled the now-steamy car as I stuck my hand through the opening in the bulletproof glass, stretching my fingers to touch Robinette’s soft, slender legs. But that was all I could really do, aside from peer at the proceedings like a poor child outside a bakery. Pierre, our very focused driver, didn’t flinch, slow down, complain, or even seem to care. He just rolled up unconcerned to Walter’s apartment in a smooth, efficient manner. As we drove I could hear the Super Bowl starting lineups being announced on the radio.

Outside of very well-cast porn videos I’d never seen anything like this. I was involved, but then, not really. What could be worse than being three feet away from an orgy? I was just a horny-ass voyeur, separated from the action by steel and plastic and leather.

When we stopped at Walter’s building on West Thirty-fourth Street, I paid Pierre as the lord of the manor and his three concubines sauntered inside. I have no idea how much money I gave Pierre, ’cause I was not getting left behind again. I had never been in an orgy before—hadn’t even had a threesome. Now I was ready to lose my “virginity.”

Walter was reserved in the lobby, speaking politely to the doorman, before checking his mail even though it was Sunday. Even in the elevator, when a glassy-eyed Robinette tried to smother him with kisses, he seemed more interested in the security camera than her.

Ah, but once he closed the door to his apartment, he dropped the mask and returned to his true lecherous nature, doling out orders as if he were a drill sergeant.

“Ladies, there are two guest bathrooms. Why don’t you make any necessary stops while Dwayne and I get refreshments.”

The women dutifully retreated to the bathrooms, which were located along the apartment’s long central corridor adjacent to two guest bedrooms. Walter’s main bedroom was at one end of the corridor next to his gym. Beyond that was the kitchen. At the opposite end of the hall was the entry to the living room and dining area. Walter locked the door to the master bedroom and opened the door to one of the guest rooms.

He then turned to me and spoke with great seriousness. “If anyone asks, you spent the night here. Unbeknownst to me you took advantage of my generosity and brought some ass up here. You with that?”

“Of course.”