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Evelyn 4 - Close and Far
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 11:22:55 +0000 UTCThe car was deathly silent as Elijah pulled off the freeway, his fingers tense on the steering wheel. The city lights crawled over his windshield in gold and neon ribbons. Club Lux was just ahead. It was the kind of place you didn’t accidentally end up at. You had to know someone, or at least pretend like you belonged.
He’d never tried getting in. Never even considered it.
So pulling up now, dressed in a button-down he had ironed three times, felt surreal. He pulled up to the club's entrance. The bouncers didn’t look at him twice. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to make a fool of himself trying to get inside.
Because he spotted her immediately.
Evelyn stood just past the velvet ropes, framed by a row of eager partygoers trying to get inside. She saw him and gave a slight, playful wave. Her fellow bottle girls, all long legs and glossy laughter, kissed cheeks and waved goodbye as they disappeared back into the pulse of the club. Then it was just her, just Evelyn.
She was wearing a latex mini-dress. Black, off the shoulder, cut high on the thighs. It clung to her like wet paint, every curve carved with intention. Her jewelry caught the streetlight – thick silver bangles on her wrists, cool chrome rings stacked up her fingers. A black choker clasped snugly around her throat with a heavy silver ring resting at the hollow between her collarbones. Her black glossy hair was tucked behind her ears, framing and sharpening every angle of her face.
Elijah’s breath caught as she stepped towards him, her hips swaying with perfected rhythm.
She opened the passenger door with delicate precision and slid in.
“I can’t believe you actually came,” she said, buckling her seatbelt with a faint click.
Elijah glanced at her, trying not to let his eyes linger too long. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Evelyn turned her head, studying him silently. Then, without a word, she looked forward.
“Where are we going?” she asked, tone light.
He looked over at her, hands back on the wheel. “Where do you want to go?”
Evelyn tilted her head. Her fingers tugged the silver ring at her throat. “You should be really careful asking me those kinds of questions.”
Elijah smiled. “Where do you want to go?” he repeated, more softly this time.
Evelyn’s lips curved with slow interest.
—
The restaurant sat in a quiet pocket of downtown, tucked behind an unmarked black door with only a red paper lantern marking the entrance. Inside, the omakase bar glowed under soft golden light. Spotlighting polished wood, a dozen seats, and one chef.
Elijah and Evelyn sat in the middle of the bar, their thighs nearly touching.
He tried not to flinch at the price printed on the menu. Fixed cost. No substitutions. The kind of place where no one asked questions because you were supposed to know the answers already.
Elijah didn’t.
Evelyn sat with one leg crossed, knee angled toward him. Her skin looked impossibly smooth under the warm light. The chef placed the first creation between them. Fatty tuna, hand-rolled, no soy sauce.
“So,” she said as she reached for the roll with delicate fingers, “what did you think of the video?”
Elijah hesitated, keenly aware of their fellow dinner guests' side-eyeing Evelyn. Then, with timid cadence, he grabbed his sushi piece and spoke.
“It was interesting,” he said finally. “Who was he?”
Evelyn didn’t blink. She popped the sushi into her mouth and swallowed in one smooth motion.
“Does it matter?” she asked.
Another piece of sushi was placed in front of them. The chef worked with monk-like precision. Pristine. Silent. Elijah glanced up and saw a smile flicker on Evelyn’s lips. She took the second piece, her tongue pressing delicately to the rice as she brought it between her lips.
He could see it. A flash of another man's cock in her mouth, the way she stared into the camera as she was staring at him now. Elijah looked away.
“I suppose not,” he murmured.
“Do I sense jealousy?” she asked, not unkindly.
He didn’t answer right away. The chef looked at him expectantly, gesturing toward the sushi. Elijah gave an apologetic nod and ate it, chewing with more effort than necessary. With a polite bow, the chef continued with the other guests.
“It’s not jealousy,” he said. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe it is. I guess I just… is he your boyfriend?”
Evelyn blinked. The question seemed to catch her off guard.
When she didn’t answer, Elijah Continued.
“What I mean is,” Elijah continued, “do you have more boyfriends? Like me? I just want to know before…”
“Before what?” she asked, voice gentler now.
“Before we get too serious." Elijah looked around the room. It was clear many of the fellow guests had stopped talking and were eavesdropping on their conversation. Elijah did his best to put them out of his mind.
With a low whisper, he continued. "Clients, casual things… I can handle that. But if other people have your heart already, I…”
“He’s not a boyfriend,” she said quickly.
There was a vulnerability in her voice, so small Elijah almost missed it.
“He’s not?” he asked, relieved. She smiled then. Not the usual sly, practiced smile he'd seen, but something tender and real.
“No. I’m only dating you.” Evelyn said.
Elijah blinked. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Another piece of sushi arrived, and neither spoke as they lifted it to their mouths. The silence wasn’t awkward. The current between them softened.
“The sushi is really good,” Elijah said finally.
“It is,” Evelyn agreed.
The chef bowed slightly, proud.
“I’m okay with all of it,” Elijah continued. “Just promise me, if you ever stop seeing this as something serious… you’ll tell me. Okay?”
Evelyn didn’t answer right away.
“And what happens if I do?” she asked.
He looked down at his plate. “Then we might be able to stay friends. But truthfully… I don’t think we could keep dating.”
She tilted her head again, bracelets clinking as she rested her arm on the bar. “You wouldn’t want me for something casual? It'd be free, you know. Men would die for that chance.”
“I don’t think I could do it,” Elijah admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Evelyn studied him again.
“Why?” she asked.
Elijah let out an uncomfortable laugh, his eyes timidly meeting Evelyn's.
“It’d hurt too much.”
Evelyn's face remained stoic. But her fingers stopped playing with the ring on her choker.
Another plate arrived. Neither of them touched it.
“Most men wouldn’t say that,” she said softly.
“I know… I'm… I'm sorry..”
“No,” she said. “Don't be.”
They ate again, slower now. The chef moved further down the counter to serve another couple.
The world beyond the omakase bar felt far away — the video, the club, the money, the roles they kept performing. For just a moment, the quiet settled around them like steam. No facade. No camera. No performance. Evelyn looked at Elijah. Just looked.
A nervous smile formed across her face.
–
“Turn here,” Evelyn said, her voice low as she pointed to a narrow garage entrance lit by flickering LED lights.
Elijah squinted at the gate sign. “It says it’s fifty dollars.”
“Don’t worry. I have a pass. It’ll be free.”
He raised an eyebrow but eased the wheel towards the entry gate. Evelyn handed him a thin black access card. He tapped it against the reader and the gate shuddered open with a clunk.
“Drive to the roof,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Something in her tone made Elijah glance over. It wasn’t her usual practiced calm or razor wit. There was a tightness in her throat. Something unspoken curling around the words.
Elijah didn’t press. He just drove.
Each level up the ramp buzzed with overhead lights, the echo of tires on concrete amplifying the quiet between them. As they emerged onto the roof, the city skyline bloomed wide around them. A sprawl of glittering towers and dark silhouettes framed against the indigo sky.
Elijah found a spot that overlooked the city, then killed the engine. The two stared in silence.
“It’s nice,” he said, his voice breaking the stillness.
“Yes,” Evelyn murmured. “I like coming here sometimes. Just listening to music while watching the lights.”
Elijah slowly turned to her, only to find Evelyn already watching him. The blue neon lights from a distant billboard reflected in her eyes.
She reached for his hand.
Her touch was smooth and warm. She didn’t say anything as their fingers tangled together. She pulled him gently toward her.
And then she kissed him.
It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t soft. Her lips crashed into his like a soft wave. She tasted like red wine and sweet perfume. He kissed her back, deeper, his other hand rising to cup her cheek. Her fingers found his chest as she pulled him across the center console towards her.
Her body was hot against his. Elijah's thoughts scattered like birds as he was consumed with passion. The kiss deepened, quickened, turned breathless. Evelyn pulled back for half a second, reached down, and guided his hand up over her latex-covered chest.
Elijah's fingers found her breast. He squeezed it firmly. Evelyn moaned – a sound so sudden, so raw, it made Elijah’s cock throb violently in his jeans as their lips pressed together again. He felt her tongue slide into his mouth and wrap around his. Elijah's hands continued to explore her body. Squeezing, touching, caressing.
Evelyn broke the kiss, panting, her eyes glassy.
“Put your seat back,” she whispered.
Elijah obeyed without question, fumbling for the lever, and sliding the driver’s seat into a recline. Evelyn moved gracefully, slipping one knee on either side of him. She straddled his lap, the curve of her ass pressing down directly onto his aching cock.
He gasped as she let her weight down. Evelyn grinned.
Her hands slid up his chest slowly. Then she placed them on either side of his head, palms against the leather seat, lips hovering just above his.
“You want to know what kind of service they get?” she asked.
The question burned a hole in Elijah, twisting something in his gut. He didn’t answer with words. He pulled Evelyn down and kissed her hard. She ground against him in slow, rhythmic circles, her body rolling with sinful grace over his pulsing cock. Every shift of her hips sent heat shooting up his spine as her dress crawled up over her ass.
Elijah’s eyes fluttered shut.
And he saw Evelyn elsewhere. On her knees. Her glossy lips stretched around someone else’s cock, eyes locked with a camera. He imagined her riding another man in this exact seat, moaning for him as she took his cock. He pictured a faceless stranger gripping her ass, fucking her from behind as she arched like a goddess, cum dripping from her thighs.
How many had been inside her? How many had paid to experience what he experienced now?
How real was any of this?
Elijah groaned, half in agony, half in lust. His hands moved down her back, then slid onto her soft, bare ass.
She kissed his cheek, then his neck. Her breath hot against his ear.
She held close to him, forehead pressed to his. For a long moment, they just breathed.
Then Evelyn sat upright. Her fingers reached her neck and unlatched the silver ring on her choker. She held Elijah’s gaze as she brought his hands to the zipper on her back.
He hesitated. She nodded.
He slid it down.
The latex dress parted like a second skin, revealing the soft swell of Evelyn's cleavage.
He leaned forward and kissed the top of her chest. His hands moved up, trembling as the dress's zipper continued to slide down her back. She closed her eyes as he undid it. Then, she shrugged off the dress completely, letting it bunch at her hips.
Evelyn sat bare-chested in Elijah's lap, the skyline bathing her in a neon glow.
Elijah froze. Staring deep into Evelyn's eyes.
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. Her body was perfect, she was perfect. Every curve caught the city lights with absolute perfection.
Evelyn smiled nervously. "What?"
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, barely above a whisper.
Evelyn shifted as if the words had physically hit her. She averted her eyes, brushing her hair behind one ear.
“Is everything okay?” Elijah asked gently.
“Yes,” she said after a long pause. Her tone was uneven. She fixed her gaze on the horizon, then slid off him.
“I think it’s time for me to go,” she murmured, smoothing her dress back over her hips and pulling it up to cover her chest. She didn’t look at him as she reattached the choker ring with slow, trembling hands.
“You can drop me at the Clara Hotel.”
Elijah sat up straight, confused. “Did… did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she said. She glanced at him. For once, there was no armor, no smirk, no games. Just innocent eyes. “You were perfect.”
She turned to the window. “The Clara, please.”
It wasn’t a command. It was a plea.
Elijah nodded. “Sure.”
He started the car.
They drove in silence, the city pulsing around them. Evelyn didn’t speak, didn’t look over. She just sat with one hand braced against the window, watching the skyline retreat behind them.
The silence stretched long.
Elijah gripped the wheel tightly.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Studying her subtle shifts and delicate pose. Realizing with sudden clarity that he was scared.
Scared because he was starting to fall for her.
And he had no idea where he would land.
Comments
northdrop
Awwww! That was so sweet! You write fantastic smut, yes, but these tender moments are just *chef’s kiss* well done! The first time she’s experiencing someone wanting her for her, not for what she can do for them. She has so much armor on and beneath it all..:.incredible. Thank you :)
