Elizabeth and Her Three

"That dude is totally the killer," Monique said confidently. The four of them were on their custom built couch, Elizabeth snuggled in tight between Jordan and Monique, with Mira sitting on her lap. All of their hands wandered during movie night, and usually by the end of it, they were all ready to fuck.

"No way, it's the detective I bet. Inverting the trope," Mira said, though her attention was distracted, with Elizabeth's hand occasionally wandering betwixt her thighs.

"You're both wrong, it's the maid. Never trust the pussy," Jordan said. The four of them laughed.

"Is that so?" Elizabeth said, sensing a challenge. "Let's see ... I think it's the narrator himself. Why don't we place a friendly wager on it. If any of you three are right ... you get the night with me, just the two of us. And if I'm right. Well, I get all the cock I can handle, and you all break out the good Viagra."

Fortunately Elizabeth had looked at the synopsis before the movie, and she did indeed get all she could handle.