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The Human Platter
Dee Voyse
First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Dee Voyse
The right of Dee Voyse to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated 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. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter 1
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.
