Steven leaned back in his chair. He hadn't eaten any of the enormous pizza. The others were looking at him and wondering why he had insisted that they order such an expensive pizza from a restaurant that none of them had ever heard of. The others had eaten as much as they could manage and were working on the three six-packs of African beer that Steven's assistant, Charlie, had brought from his business trip to Democratic Republic of Congo.
"Are you going to eat any of this fucking pizza, Steven?" Sally's expression telegraphed her annoyance with the fact that Steven had spent just under ninety-five dollars on an extra-large gourmet pizza. He had tipped the delivery driver fifty dollars on top of that.
Steven leaned forward and glared back at Sally for a moment. "Look Sally, it's not like we're poor and can't afford it. We own a jet and megayacht, for fucksake."
Henry and Tangie looked at each other, not knowing how to respond to the exchange. Both couples had come together to eat, have uninhibited sex with each other, then go back to their boring corporate lives. That was the routine several times a year. Tangie enjoyed fucking Steven but thought he was kind of an asshole otherwise. She generally hated the conversational interlude during their adventures.
Sally grabbed a beer and shot down half of it in one gulp. She slammed the bottle down abruptly. "I was just expressing my concern." Her tone was light, but defiant.
"Baby, we get together to have fun and explore options. Why do you have to worry about how much I spend on a pizza?" Steven's face was flush with frustration at this point.
"You know I hate wasting anything," Sally responded.
Steven and Sally pinched their lips and stared away from each other in silence for a couple of minutes. The two couples were sitting nude at the table, expecting to drift directly into their sexual frenzy after eating. The exchange between Steven and Sally had temporarily killed the mood, however.
Henry started laughing softly as he remembered their last adventure. "You remember how worried you were the last time when Tangie said she wanted to get pregnant right after you'd finished screwing her?"
Steven reluctantly grew a subdued smile. "Yeah. That nearly gave me a heart attack. It might've been nice if you'd told me she had her tubes tied at that point."
"I was enjoying watching you squirm too much to spoil the fun." Henry was laughing out loud at this point.
"Well, to be honest, I wouldn't have cared who made me pregnant at that point," Tangie said. "I wanted to have a baby. I've had that procedure reversed. I'm ready to be planted right now."
"Are you serious?" Steven looked shocked.
"Oh, she's serious," Henry said.
"And how do you feel about that, Henry?" Steven was twisted with anticipation and confusion as he asked the question.
"I couldn't care less. Why the fuck would I care who the father is? My mind doesn't work that way." Henry chuckled as he watched Steven's shock.
Sally hopped on the train of thought. "Honey, you should knock her up. It's a better bet than waiting for me to develop any 'motherly urges.'" Sally was only half-taunting Steven.
"And you'd raise the child like it were your own?" Steven looked stunned by Henry's confession.
"Sure. Why not?" Henry grabbed a beer and took a long drink.
Tangie made a teasing facial gesture at Steven. "Henry let's me fuck anyone I want to. He just wants me to be careful not to bring home any diseases. I'm careful about the health of my lovers." She stood up and grabbed her crouch in a vulgar manner. "But he doesn't care who puts a baby in here."
"Babies start off wrinkled and pretty generic overall. It's how you train them that matters." Henry spoke in a generic tone. There was a drop of beer still dangling off his upper lip as he spoke.
Steven was shaking his head in shock. "So, if I fuck Tangie and knock her up, you don't care?"
Henry shook his head in confident affirmation of the premise. "I honestly don't care. You wanna knock her up, be my guest. Just make sure she has fun in the process. That's all either of us really want." Henry smiled playfully.
Sally gently laughed at Steven's shock. "Like I said, honey, this is your chance to sow your seed where it might grow. I take pills religiously to avoid that kind of sickness."
Steven glared at Sally again. "Sickness? You think motherhood is a sickness?"
Sally kept a mocking smile on her face. "I sure as fuck don't think it's healthy for me. Kids cost a lot of money and take a lot of energy." She turned and spoke directly to Tangie. "Steven let's me fuck anyone I want to too, since I'm taking the pill. I can play without having to pay. Why ruin a good thing?"
Steven glanced at Sally. He wasn't angry or happy. His expression was reminiscent of someone speeding towards a yellow light at a traffic signal, uncertain of when it might turn red.
"You wanna knock me up, Steven?" Tangie was clearly playing with Steven's discomfort. She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips in a seductive manner. He seemed like much less of an asshole to her at that moment.
"I honestly wouldn't have an issue with it if you did, Steven. Why would anyone care?" Henry looked intently at Steven.
"Well, since both of you are white, and I'm black, the whole world would know that you're not the father." Steven looked at the other three people around the table with mildly contemptuous disbelief.
"Jesus Christ, Steven. We're both fucking wealthy enough that no one's gonna blink an eye over that. Half of the young white guys I work with have black wives or girlfriends." Henry sounded strangely annoyed at Steven's response.
Sally playfully chimed in. "Steven fucks like a monster and he's really smart. If I were going to have anyone's baby, it would be his. I guess I'm just too focused on having fun to wanna go through the hassle right now. That may change when my tits start sagging."
Steven sat silently for a few moments. "You seriously don't care? I don't want to lose my best friends because I knocked up Tangie." His face was contorting in response to his thoughts.
Henry smiled in a reassuring fashion. "I honestly don't care Steven. If the baby's black, then the baby's black. I'll love it regardless. Like I said, my mind doesn't work that way. That's not how I was trained growing up."
Steven leaned back into his chair and gently shook his head again. "When I sold my first business for one-hundred and fifty million dollars and moved to Malibu, I expected that rich people would be different. I've made millions more, but I never expected them to be this different though."
Sally giggled and leaned in to move her face closer to Steven's. "This is our world, honey. I love you a lot, but you really need to loosen up."
Tangie stood up and shook her bare breasts at Steven. "Isn't this the adventure that all people want?"
Steven shrugged his shoulders playfully. "Is it though?" Steven squished his face in uncomfortable resignation, then looked at Tangie and Sally. "I guess my life really is just an odd kind of adventure. Is this what being rich is supposed to be about?"
"Ask me that as you're whispering in my ear and getting ready to French kiss me and share your wealth of manly passion with me. Isn't it worth it to be rich enough to enjoy a man or a woman without guilt?" Henry's eyes sparkled as he looked at Steven. "You love having sex with me, don't you Steven?"
"You're hot and a lot of fun, Henry. I just never expected to be living this kind of lifestyle when I was growing up in Compton." Steven panned his eyes across the three other people intensely focused on his face and his body. "Is this really what I worked so hard to attain?"
Sally walked over to Steven and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Of course, it is, honey. You've always been one of us. You were one of us even when you were a child in Compton. You just didn't know it until the money opened your eyes."
They all laughed and continued their adventure. Steven ate several pieces of pizza.
