[M4F] Don’t Be Mad If I Fuck All Your Friends

Elijah spotted her before she even spoke. Dark hair cascading over pale shoulders, black dress glittering like a night sky stitched with silver thread. She moved like a raven in the night, approaching his table while everyone watched her pass.

“Elijah?”

He jolted. “Oh… uh, hey. I… sit, please.” His voice cracked under her gaze.

Evelyn smiled politely. Her black and glossy lipstick cut a sharp line across her mouth. She slid into the chair like she belonged in it.

“This place is way too fancy for a first date,” she said, glancing around. Violin music curled through the air like smoke, accenting the baroque dining room with soft vibrations.

“Yeah… sorry," Elijah said sheepishly. His attempts at remaining calm and collected were failing miserably.

“Trying to impress me?” she asked, arching a dark brow.

Elijah fumbled a shrug. “I mean, yeah? I don’t get matches often, and when I matched with you…”

Her eyes narrowed with curiosity. She leaned in, elbows on the table, her cleavage a calculated afterthought. “You were enamored? Swept away?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“So you wow me with money?” Her voice was light, but her eyes were sharp.

A waiter appeared at her shoulder. “To drink, madam?”

Evelyn didn’t miss a beat. “A bottle of the Dom Perignon. The one in the blue label.” She turned slightly, brushing her fingers down the menu before her eyes snapped up to Elijah. “Six hundred. Is that okay?” she asked without really asking.

He blinked. “Uh… sure. Yeah. Totally.”

Her lips curled up. “You’re very brave.”

“It’s fine,” he said as the knot in his stomach tightened. That bottle was two car payments. Maybe three. But her smile made him pretend otherwise.

The waiter nodded and walked away.

“So now what do you think of me?” she asked.

“I mean… I picked the place. I set myself up for that. I’m sorry.”

Something in her expression softened, if only for a moment.

“Relax. I can afford the bottle. I’ll pay for it.” She reached for her glass and turned it slowly between her fingers. “I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

His heart thumped like a rabbit. He knew why she could afford it.

“So. It’s successful then?”

“I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t.” Her voice had steel beneath it.

The champagne came. The cork popped, startling Elijah. The waiter poured. Elijah stared at the pale gold liquid. He’d never drunk anything this expensive. Evelyn gave the waiter a polite nod before raising her glass in the air.

“Cheers,” she said.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah—cheers.” He clinked his glass against hers and took a sip. It tasted expensive. He had no vocabulary for it. Sharp, cold, and bright. It tasted better than he thought financial pressure would.

Elijah stared at Evelyn as she drank slowly. She was far more beautiful than her profile led on. The angles of her face. Her perfectly sharp black nails. Her breathtaking smile. The way the dress clung to her waist, accenting her perfect hourglass shape. How her silver jewelry glinted against her pale skin. She lifted her glass and sipped again. A perfect crescent of black lipstick stained the rim.

“So,” she said. “You read my whole profile?”

“I did.”

“And you’re okay with me being a sex worker?”

She didn’t lower her voice, it was clear she didn’t care who was listening. Elijah’s throat closed. A couple looked in their direction, scandalized.

“Honestly? I’m fine with it,” Elijah said softly.

“Because I’m hot?” she asked, almost amused.

“No. I mean—yes, you are, obviously. But it’s not just that.”

“It’s not a trick question, Elijah.”

“I just…” he faltered. “I know what it's like to be different. A guy like me doesn't get a ton of respect from mainstream society.”

She tilted her head. “A guy like you?”

His face flushed. “Someone who’s into… their partner doing the things you do.”

Evelyn tapped her fingernails against the table.

“You’re the first man to be that open,” she said. “So you’re really okay with my lifestyle? Even if nothing ever changed?”

“Yes.”

“Even my… extra habits?”

He remembered her bio. He remembered the line.

Don’t be mad if I fuck your friends ;)

His pulse spiked. “I’m… not opposed to it.”

She smirked. “We’ll see how true that is.” Her eyes scanned the dining room. “I think a test run is probably in order.”

Elijah blinked. “A what?”

“Pick one,” she said, casually waving her hand toward the other tables. “Man, woman, couple. Whoever. They’ll be joining us tonight.”

“I-I don’t think everyone here would…”

“Oh yes they would.” Evelyn sipped her champagne.

“Pick one.”

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Hey there! Looking for this to be a long term and detailed story about a guy who finds himself an interesting girl that has an OnlyFans and is perhaps an escort and stripper too.

But I’m thinking this would heavily be a cheating and cuckold type story. Thinking we would follow our main gal while there would be a variety of guys that she will hook up with.

Looking to play this out on discord.