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Dee Voyse



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published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Dee Voyse 2014
The right of Dee Voyse has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



The Human Platter
Angela takes a break from her humdrum life to play centerpiece at a dinner table of hungry perverts.
Angela wrung her hands and looked at the clock. Her Friday work day was almost over and the weekend was just around the corner. She hunched over her computer and continued to type, hoping that the guise of productivity she was putting on would be enough to make the day move forward all that much faster. She sighed and tapped her foot. She scratched an itch on her left elbow. It was useless. She scooted her wheelie chair back and looked around the office, marveling at how little she knew about her co-workers who were almost always too busy to be bothered with idle conversation. She wished that she had a friend with whom she could chit chat at her incredibly monotonous job, but decided that it would be folly to try to connect with any of her fellow drones on a more personal level. Besides, it wasn’t like she could tell any of them about her weekend plans. They couldn’t possibly understand.
What was on the table for that weekend?
Well, for one thing: Angela. She had been invited to a small get together with friends who were nothing like her boring office mates. These were people she could trust, people who had her back, and, incidentally, her front as well. She was to be the centerpiece at an upscale dinner party. Those in attendance were required to be properly vetted individuals with a sense of sophistication and no qualms about overt perversion. Angela had nearly jumped for joy when she was invited to act as the table upon which dinner would be served to the distinguished guests. She was heavily into objectification and was finally being allowed her chance to live out a life-long fantasy.
Still at work and daydreaming the time away, Angela was a ball of nerves. As excited as she was to be joined by her friends at that evening’s kinky feast, she feared the worst. What if she were to tremble and spill something? What if her body was not up to par with the expectations of the crowd? Angela was tall and lean, but, like all women, found fault with herself anywhere she was able. The young woman was a corporate professional and she hid her stunning body beneath ill-fitting skirt suits that she found on sale at local thrift stores. She kept her head down, tried her best at work, but never dared to draw any attention to herself, lest she get more than she bargained for. Tonight, however, was going to be very different. The lanky redhead chewed on her fingernails and thought about the evening ahead of her. She knew the menu had been carefully planned out - although she was kept in the dark regarding the details of the food that she was to be serving - and was anxious to find out what her body was to be smeared with, dripped on, and covered in. She wrapped up the document she had only been half-heartedly working on, grabbed her coat, and left the office, her mind a whirlwind of concern.
She raced home despite seeming to have hit every red light on the way and trudged up the stairs to her tiny apartment. Tonight was not to be another Lean Cuisine feast for Angela. Instead, an evening of decadent indulgence awaited her. She quickly stripped off her bland clothing and hopped into the shower, savoring the feeling of the lukewarm water hitting the top of her head and beginning to wash away her worries. She thought about all of the negotiations that she had gone through over the last handful of weeks to ensure that her night would be a fantastic one that she would not soon forget. She carefully shaved her underarms, legs, and pussy, taking care not to leave a single trace of unwanted hair anywhere. She washed and conditioned her hair and ran her fingers through the silky strands. The scent of her shampoo was heavenly. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, hoping that she would later make a presentable centerpiece for her friends. She diligently scrubbed herself down with special unscented soap and a coarse loofah until she felt like her pale skin was glowing. As she stood there, letting the water fall upon her body, her hand absent-mindedly wandered down between her legs and there she could feel evidence of her excitement about the evening. Her pussy was warm and wet and she slowly begun to flick her clit with her index finger and smiled, imagining the hands and mouths that would soon be all over her body. Her body tingled as she slipped a finger into her wet pussy and pumped in and out. She reached her wet fingers to her lips and licked her juices, inhaling her fragrant scent and allowing the sweet taste to tease her mouth. She reached up for the shower head and pulled it down to let the stream of water pulsate against her clit. She trembled at the sensation and moaned with pleasure. Just before it got to be too much for her to handle, Angela hung the detachable shower nozzle back up and finished cleaning herself.
She stepped out of the shower and toweled off, droplets of water sliding down her back as her damp red hair hung around her face, slightly curled. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. She knew that her worries about her body were unfounded as she admired her svelte figure and she hadn’t even missed a spot shaving as she usually did when she was nervous. No, she was perfectly fit to be served from. She did hope, though, that there might be a chance of getting tangled into some rope as well that evening. She ran a comb through her hair and pinned it up so that it would not hang down around her shoulders. She had thoroughly cleaned herself but also knew that there would be a more intensive cleansing process preceding dinner just to ensure the highest degree of safety. She put on a loose-fitting dress, eschewing all undergarments, slipped on a pair of flats, and got back into her car to make the trek over to dinner.
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Angela drove slowly down a winding road. She was listening to Depeche Mode, but turned down the music as she approached her destination, hoping that she might be able to see the addresses better were she not distracted by the sensual sounds of Dave Gahan whispering only to her. She pulled up to the large house and parked out front. It was even more gorgeous than she had imagined. Her friends did not usually meet at such fine residences, but she knew that this was a special occasion and was already flattered at the care that was taken in choosing the venue for her prestigious event. As she walked up the sprawling driveway, she noticed a beautiful water fountain complete with round little cherubs on either side. She smiled at the sight and looked up at the impossibly tall doors before which she stood. Angela momentarily felt underdressed and unprepared for her duties that evening. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed to herself, realizing what a silly thought that was. It wasn’t as if she was going to be allowed clothes for the rest of the night anyways. She was tempted to play with the metal lions head door knockers, but instead opted for the doorbell to her right. An fuzzy voice came over the intercom asking her to identify herself. Once she did, the doors groaned open and Angela cautiously walked inside the mansion.
Inside, there were two long staircases on either side of the foyer leading up into the unknown abyss. Her friend Michelle came up to greet her. Angela looked her up and down as she approached, admiring the curvy’s blonde’s fashion sense. Michelle was dressed in a skin tight pinstriped dress that stopped just above her knees, black pumps, and a red flower in her curled hair. The two air kissed each other’s cheeks and Michelle spoke.
“Well look at you, lovely. I just know you’re going to make a stunning centerpiece for tonight’s dinner,” she said with a smile.
Angela felt herself blush and bit her lip, feeling suddenly weak in the knees at the sight of her well-dressed friend.
“Thank you,” Angela whispered, “Is there somewhere I can go to...um...change?”
Michelle brushed a stray hair from Angela’s cheek and said, “Just a moment. We’ll have the house slaves show you to the dressing room.”
Michelle retrieved a small bell from a table near the door, rang it gently, and two similarly dressed women arrived at her side as if having come from out of nowhere. Each woman wore a thick nylon collar, a black push-up bra, and black satin panties. They wore no shoes and looked up at Michelle who towered over them in her Christian Loubotin heels. Angela sighed at the sight of the two gorgeous ladies flanking her friend and hoped that their assistance to her might include more than just showing her to the room. One slave took her purse and the other took her coat. They stood on either side of Angela and led her up the seemingly endless staircase that stood to the right of the foyer. Angela thanked her lucky stars that she was in good enough shape to weather the climb and, once at the top of the stairs, she looked around to find a masterfully decorated second floor. She was in awe of the tiny details to which special atte