They drive over and find a guy

The check arrived quickly after Sylvie’s announcement. Alex barely glanced at it before sliding his credit card across the table, his movements hurried and eager. “Skip dessert,” he said with a wide, almost boyish grin. “We’re doing this tonight.”

Sylvie’s heart hammered in her chest as they left the restaurant hand in hand. Her white silk dress swayed with each step in her white pumps, the diamonds at her ears, neck, and wrist catching the streetlights. She clutched her white fancy purse tightly, feeling both elegant and exposed. Alex’s hand was warm and steady around hers, but his excitement was electric. He kept stealing glances at her, his eyes dark with lust and disbelief.

In the car, as soon as the doors closed, Alex leaned over and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding up her thigh beneath the silk. “I can’t believe this is happening. You look so fucking perfect, Sylv. Like a bride on her wedding night. And you’re really going to let some dirty stranger have you?”

She nodded, forcing a small smile even as nerves twisted her stomach into knots. “I scoped out an area on the bad side of town last week. There’s a stretch near the old warehouses with a heavy homeless presence. I drove through during the day to check it out. It felt… right for what you want.”

Alex’s erection was visibly straining against his pants again. He started the car, breathing fast. “God, you even planned the location. I love you so much right now.”

The drive across town felt both too long and too short. Alex’s hand stayed on her thigh, squeezing occasionally as he asked questions in a rush of excitement. “Are you nervous? What are you thinking right now? Did you pick out the dress specifically for this?”

Sylvie answered honestly, her voice soft. “I’m really nervous, Alex. Super nervous. My hands won’t stop shaking.” Inside, the revulsion was intense. She kept picturing the man they might find—dirty, desperate—and imagining his hands on her pristine white outfit. The silk dress, the lace underneath, the expensive jewelry… all of it felt like it was about to be ruined. But she loved him. This was his birthday gift.

He was practically vibrating with joy. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. This is the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

They reached the rougher part of town. Streetlights grew sparser, buildings more dilapidated. Alex parked on a dimly lit side street near a row of abandoned warehouses. The area had an uneasy feel—distant sirens, shadowy figures moving in the distance. He turned off the engine and looked at her, eyes shining. “Ready?”

Sylvie took a deep breath, smoothing her dress. “As I’ll ever be.”

They got out of the car. Alex locked it and took her hand. She walked carefully in her white pumps, the click of her heels sounding too loud on the cracked sidewalk. Her updo stayed perfectly in place, makeup flawless under the occasional streetlight. She looked stunningly out of place in this neighborhood.

They walked a block and a half, the tension building with every step. Alex’s excitement was palpable—he kept glancing around eagerly, squeezing her hand. Sylvie’s nerves were at a fever pitch. Her heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy. Every shadow made her jump. The smell of the city here was already thicker—garbage, urine, decay.

Then they spotted it: a narrow alley between two crumbling buildings. Dim light from a distant streetlamp barely reached inside. In the alley, slumped against a graffiti-covered wall on a pile of dirty cardboard and old blankets, was a gross, sleeping older Black man.

He was massively overweight, easily over three hundred pounds, his huge belly straining against a torn, filthy gray sweatshirt that had dark stains across the front. Layers of grime covered his exposed skin—his thick neck, meaty arms, and the rolls visible where the shirt rode up. His skin was dark but appeared dull and ashen in places from lack of washing. Greasy salt-and-pepper hair clung to his scalp in matted clumps, and a scraggly beard covered his jowly face, crusted with food particles and dried spit. His mouth hung open slightly as he snored, revealing yellowed, missing teeth. One massive thigh was exposed where his ripped pants had torn, showing pale, flaky skin covered in sores and what looked like old scabs.

The smell hit them even from the entrance of the alley—a thick, overpowering stench of stale urine, body odor, sweat, cheap booze, and rotting food that had baked into his clothes and skin over what must have been months. Flies buzzed lazily around him. A half-empty bottle of liquor lay near his swollen, dirty fingers. His shoes—if they could be called that—were falling apart, exposing swollen, blackened toes.

Sylvie froze at the mouth of the alley, her elegant white dress glowing almost ethereally under the faint light. Horror and disgust washed over her in a violent wave. This man was everything she had feared and worse. Older, probably in his late fifties or sixties, enormously fat, and profoundly unclean. The thought of him waking up and touching her—putting those grimy, swollen hands on her silk dress, breathing that stench into her face, pressing his massive, dirty body against hers—made her want to vomit. Her white lace panties suddenly felt too delicate, too clean. Her diamonds and engagement ring seemed absurdly out of place.

She stood there trembling in her white pumps, clutch clutched tightly to her side, looking every bit the stunning, polished fiancée. Her breathing was shallow and fast.

Alex stared at the man with wide-eyed hunger, his erection obvious even in the dim light. He turned to her, voice hoarse with excitement. “Holy fuck, Sylv… he’s perfect. Look at him. So gross. So desperate. This is exactly what I fantasized about.”

Sylvie swallowed hard, her eyes flicking nervously between Alex and the sleeping man. The smell was already making her eyes water. She shifted in her heels, awaiting his approval, her body rigid with anxiety and revulsion. Her love for him was the only thing keeping her feet planted in place. She waited, heart thundering, for him to say the word.