Chapter 40: Naked Sushi

Vikkor watched as we tried to get comfortable. "Well if there are no other questions, then how about dinner?" Vikkor suggested.

I looked to both sides, seeing the look in my girls' eyes. They were hungry and apparently our hostess was going to provide sustenance. I didn't need our links to know they were hungry, because I was. It wasn't just a matter of me being hungry though. If I were the only one, we would have left and I would have found something else to eat later, but the girls were hungry too. Even if the meal Vikkor offered couldn't actually fill us, it would still be enough to tide us over until something more could be had.

There was amusement playing across Vikkor's eyes. She knew we were hungry even without her own connection to us. She read us easily, but it was a baser instinct that had been expressed by us, survival. The baser instincts are always more difficult to hide.

Vikkor clapped and to my left, at the corner closest to the entrance, the drapes pulled back and four women carted in four tables. The tables were covered with more dark red material. Though it matched the décor, it wasn't as heavy as the drapes. On the tables, food had been arranged with several people per table in mind. However, the food wasn't on dinnerware. It wasn't on the table cloths either, because there was something separating the food and the cloth, and it wasn't air. Lying perfectly still on each of the four tables were three women and a man, fully nude, and the food arranged on their bodies like garments, edible attire.

When our table was centered in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the woman who had brought it in. Her outfit and makeup were applied with naughty thoughts in mind. She had dark blonde wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. It was pulled back behind her ears, but otherwise nothing held it in place. Her makeup was heavily applied, black eye liner and mascara made her eyes darker than they normally would have been. A dark blush on a light cream base brought out her cheek bones, making them lusher. Dark red lipstick helped the natural pucker her lips had. Those lips were made for kissing and other things. A black corset held her slender waist in check. The top of the corset was designed to outline the shape of her breasts rather than cover or support them. Her breasts were full and peaked with hard nipples that stood out through the loose knit of the tight bodice. The bodice enhanced her natural tan and the shape of her upper body like the black stockings that clung to her legs. The bottom of the corset hugged the tops of her hips and curved down her pelvis to draw attention to her crotch. Thin leather panties covered her but were tight enough to show her shape. Her feet were adorned by classic black high heels. She looked good and I couldn't help but to admire what I saw.

I looked back up to be polite. Yes she had a stunning body shown off magnificently, but it would have been rude to view the body but not the woman wearing it. Her expression could have been more seductive, but her pretty blue eyes were subdued, like she had been acting as serving girl for too long. When she caught me looking she looked away quickly. I couldn't tell from all the makeup but I think she blushed. She didn't expect to catch me looking her in the eyes. She was meant to move through the room but not really be noticed. Vikkor didn't seem the kind to thank anyone for anything. So quietly I told her, "Thank you," and she blushed more before turning and striding back to the hidden doorway.

After she departed, I was left with the display of our food, and it wasn't just the meal that had my mouth watering. Our dinnerware was just as delicious as the food she wore. Her wonderful body, trim and well taken care of, held different delectable morsels for different parts. Her narrow shoulders had a few rice cakes. What looked like tomato paste and noodles decoratively coated her breasts. Various pastas covered her slender midriff down to the navel and a lighter sauce was used to help glue them into place. More noodles were run across the swell of her hips with a lighter creamier sauce that ran off her on either side and between her thighs. A larger morsel was placed just at her crotch where her inner thighs helped hold it in place. Different types of noodles ran the length of her thighs to her knees with yet another sauce. And finally her shins were covered with what looked like bits of mushrooms with a creamy soup that was poured over her to the ankles. Her feet pointed slightly with pedicures. I was getting aroused not only from the sight of the display but the idea of laying my lips and tongue to the woman's flesh. However my hunger for food was intermingled with that desire.

I looked left and right and caught the same mix of emotions from my girls. It wasn't the exchange I had with the serving girl, but the mix of hunger for food and the peaking desire they held for the woman/dinnerware. They were looking around to see our hosts already eating, to the food put in front of us, to me. I made a similar trek.

Law and his girls were all lapping up various areas of the meal before them. The fact that they were licking and sucking the food directly off the girl's skin didn't seem to bother them. It had to have been a regular custom.

Vikkor was lapping up morsels from the toned tummy of her dinnerware, her tongue lingering a bit longer than necessary. She was putting on a show for us and she wasn't going to let anyone's apprehension keep her from enjoying the dish before her. Neither the tall brunette in the bustier or the balled up individual on the floor next to Vikkor moved to feed from their mistress's fare.

Chaos had received the one male. She too held nothing back as she devoured the food before her. The man on the table was certainly happy to be in the position he was in and she took advantage of his eagerness by engulfing him entirely and leaving him clean of the cream that had covered his length completely. As she withdrew from him she looked up and caught my eyes. It could have been me lying there having something soft sucked from my engorged pole, but I was pretty certain she would have had a lot more difficulty cleaning me as easily. I turned away because the thought had some merit, and it was causing a greater flow that would stand out in the pants the girls had put me in.

Again, I considered why my charm hadn't been affecting the women in the room. It may have been fear, but I wasn't afraid anymore. If anything, I was far more relaxed than I should have been; getting aroused while watching Chaos enjoy her dinner was just wrong in so many ways. Was there a possibility that my charm had faded, like a fire that ran hot for a while and then died just as quickly? I was doubtful. I was pretty sure it wasn't gone. If anything, it was in hiding only to show up at the worst possible moment. Maybe I had gained enough control to keep it in check? That would be the best possible scenario. Whatever the reason, it was being quiet and I was being thankful.