Proposition

When the last of them arrived, I hugged him close, like I did with all the others, and took my seat at the head of the table again. Seven pairs of eyes were glued to me in my jeans and tight gray sweater. Seven guys sat at the table with me, and I’d only met one of them before today. I was nervous, but excited. The guys were nervous, too. They all knew they’d be meeting me today, but they didn’t know anyone else would be there. The restaurant was doing a good amount of lunchtime business,  but not overly crowded. Not much chance of our conversation being overheard unless someone was deliberately eavesdropping. I took a sip from my drink and began.

“Well, boys,” I said, “I’m sorry that I’ve been so silent about everything up until now, but I wanted to get you all here before explaining anything, so I only have to do it once. I’ll cut right to the chase. I know that you all want to fuck me. I’ve already explained to you online that the chances of that actually happening are pretty slim, since I’ve got plenty of guys that I already know who’d fuck me whenever I want. But… I’ve decided to give each of you a chance, but with a catch. You get me today, and today only… and you’re all invited.” I paused to let this sink in. They all looked at each other, unsure of how to process the situation.

Finally, one of them spoke. “You want all of us?”

“Yes.”

“At the same time.”

A deep breath. “Yes.”