“Sonja, go help him,” Beatrice commanded.

And, like magic, a soft hand took control of my dick and a mouth engulfed its head. I tongued Walter’s leg right up his knee, and then asked, “Is that all I get?”

No, it wasn’t. Robinette took one nipple and Beatrice began licking the other, and I was caught up in a series of new, joyously weird sensations. My mouth opened and my body wiggled and I could feel blood twirling inside me as I licked Walter and was licked by the ladies. The feeling was of total abandon. I don’t know that I’d ever felt so free, yet so passive. I was a vessel, a cup that pleasure was being poured into. And, happily, I was overflowing.

I didn’t sleep for long. Maybe a half hour. But there had never been a sleep like that in my life because I’d never had a night like this before. So satisfied, so calm. I opened my eyes slowly. It was quiet. To my right was Robinette. I saw her swallow a little black pill and follow it with wine.

“Are you all right?”

“Ah-huh,” she replied.

“Where’d they go?”

“The girls said they were hungry.”

“No doubt.”

“But they told me to stay here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. That Beatrice girl is so bossy, but it’s all right. I’ll have my time with Walter, too.”

I rolled onto my back and took inventory. Had I already had my Super Bowl? Was I out of the game? After that experience, what did I have left? Not much, it seemed. Yet Walter was somewhere in the house still getting busy with two women. Again I was envious of Walter, but I guess that’s why he was a mogul and I wasn’t. There was a certain hunger for conquest in Walter I just didn’t possess.

I rose gingerly off the mattress and felt dizzy when I stood up. I’d come so hard my head was still spinning.

Down the hallway, past the two bathrooms, and into the gym I stumbled toward the strange, sexual sound coming from the kitchen. It was different from the moaning and grunting from before. It was a man’s voice. Not a moan or groan, but a weirdly contented whimper. Didn’t even know that such a sound existed.