Posted by PK on May 06, 2003 at 18:22:07:
The courtesan acknowledged this like a countess. Poise was obviously one of her
professional accomplishments. "I thought you might like to join me for a little party I'm
throwing this weekend," she purred.
"Is that before or after you get eaten?" Holly asked. "We just heard.."
Adele laughed. "Both," she said.
Phil simply couldn't believe that this was happening. He didn't know what to say. "You can't
mean...?" He envisioned himself and Holly turning up at a party where the elite of
international society swapped easy small talk while this goddess roasted. It was too much to
take on board.
"Yes," said Adele. "Unless of course you had something else planned." She made a negligent
gesture that took in the both of them, the devices in the showroom and the entire
atmosphere. How did she do that?
"I'm sure we'd be honoured," Phil floundered, wondering if he should buy a suit and acutely
conscious of sounding gauche.
"Dress will be informal - optional, in fact." Phil sank further into inarticulacy. Holly was not so
encumbered.
"You mean we'll get to eat you?" she asked. Adele nodded and smiled. "God Almighty, yes.
I'd love to. Fuckin' fantastic. I've been thinking about that since you got your kit off in the
oven. This is great! Thanks!"
Adele laughed again. "Such sincere and unpretentious enthusiasm!" she exclaimed with a
hand gesture that lampooned continental food snobbery. She handed them each a card. "I
find it so refreshing. Yes, you are both invited as my personal guests."
"Have you decided how you're going to do it?" Holly asked. "You seemed pretty taken by the
oven." Of course, she had more than a passing interest in the topic, which Adele
acknowledged with a nod.
"And you looked great in it," Phil contributed and immediately started to regret it but Adele
gave him a polite but friendly smile.
"Thank you. Yes, I did rather like it. I wish I could see myself in it, I really should have had
pictures taken." Holly glanced at Phil who rose to the occasion.
"Here," he said, shuffling through the photos he pulled from his jacket and handing them to
her. "I hope you don't mind, I couldn't resist...."
"Not at all," she said absently, poring over the pictures. "Just don't sell them to the papers
until after the weekend."
"I wouldn't!" Phil protested. It hadn't actually occurred to him. She smiled and handed the
pictures back.
"I'm sorry, that was rude. Yes, I like the effect. I'm still not sure." She shrugged attractively.
"Call me old fashioned but I still can't help liking the idea of being skewered." She gave a
shudder of lascivious delight. Somehow, on her it was not ostentatious. "Obvious, I know, but
it's so primal..." Holly nodded. Phil's trouser equipment took an interest.
"I know what you mean. Have you tried the steamer though? It's fun, a bit like a sauna..still, I
suppose if you want a sauna..."
"I'm not sure I'd want to risk it. It looks a bit makeshift..."
"It's got potential," Holly admitted, "but I'm not sure myself."
Adele made a wry apologetic gesture. "Frankly, dear, I'd rather someone else tried it out. I
don't see myself as the rugged pioneer type. I think I'd prefer to be cooked in a reliable
manner."
"Can't say I blame you. What about the boiler?"
"It looks good, I'm just not sure I want to be served boiled. Doesn't do much for the skin, from
what I've seen." Adele brushed a stray lock of hair back from her forehead.
Phil expected they'd be at this for some time. "Why don't I buy us all a drink?" he suggested
hopefully. "If you're finished here?"
Holly and Adele looked at each other and communicated as women who have established a
rapport do.
"Perhaps a glass of wine," said Adele mischievously. "I know a nice little club..."
Phil wanted a pint of beer, perhaps several, or Holly served naked and warm. "Fine," he said.
The next morning he woke fuzzy headed and tried to remember what had happened. The
afternoon had passed into a blur, the evening had been hectic. He did recall that Adele had
managed to get him beer (German and bottled, the next best thing to a decent pint of draught
ale) in her usual imperious style. Waiters and bar staff knelt at her feet. It was just the way
she was.
Feet? Holly's were still touching the backs of his legs, they were there because...
Nail polish. That was right, he had insisted that it was a tacky idea. After both women had
taken their shoes off and put their feet on the table for examination. He had wondered if they
would end up in bed together rather than with him. He had not been averse to the idea of a
threesome but that hadn't happened either. Pity, he really would have liked to get to know
Adele better before she got cooked.
I didn't really think that, he thought. Once again it seemed unreal.
Adele wasn't exactly jaded, or so she told herself. She just had a low threshold for boredom.
The fact that she'd overheard at a party that she'd 'had more pricks in her than a secondhand
dartboard' hadn't bothered her, or so she'd thought at the time. Nonetheless, she found Phil
and Holly refreshing. She didn't exactly know why, but a part of her couldn't help concocting
perverse scenarios for them. Well, having them eat her should be enough to corrupt the
youngsters, not that they seemed to need any help. Still, it would be a shame to deprive
them of the benefits of her experience, wouldn't it? Well, wouldn't it, really?
She whiled away the morning idly, musing on the upcoming party. It would be nice to see a
couple of new faces, amusing to see how they got along with her other guests. Yes, it had
been a good idea. Was it enough, though? She really did want her last party to be special.
She smiled at herself. Being cooked for her friends and 'business associates' wasn't occasion
enough? They would certainly remember it...
The phone rang. No, it did not beep or play some tinny moronic jingle. Adele despised that
kind of vulgarity. She picked it up and announced herself. She listened, spoke, listened again
and began to smile. Not a bad idea, she thought, and said so. Yes, that might be fun...
And the weekend came, as they do...
Phil was beginning to loosen up at last. There were certain advantages to going to a costume
party, once you got used to it. Of course he had felt self conscious in the silly Sindbad the
Sailor pantomime pirate costume, but he wasn't alone. Everyone else looked absurd too, and
nobody seemed to mind. Masks, he had been told, were optional. After a drink or too he
stopped being overawed by the opulent setting and the suave and sophisticated guests and
began to enjoy himself. Part of the fun was in trying to guess who the masked guests really
were. Some of them used facial makeup, others opted for veils or the kind of eye mask
favoured by the Lone Ranger and certain comic book superheroes, but he was fairly sure he
had identified at least one major film star. He had lusted after her too often to be fooled by a
bird mask. He certainly wouldn't mind eating her.
Holly, of course, was perfectly comfortable in her harem outfit. She was his slave, an exotic
princess he had captured, all ready to be ravished. At the moment she was talking to a tall
man dressed as a vampire who bore a startling resemblance to Christopher Lee. Surely it
couldn't be him? Wasn't he dead yet? A pang of jealousy passed through him which was
quickly forgotten when Adele appeared.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked, smiling. A smile and a strategically arranged collection of
jewellery was all she had on. She had come as a Princess of Mars and they don't wear much
else. "Have you met Sarah?"
It was the actress dressed in feathers. "Ah, no," he managed. "Pleased to meet you." He
stuck out his hand stiffly, conscious that the cheap costume's baggy pants were not much of
a disguise if his threatening erection got the upper hand.
The bird woman graciously affected not to notice his discomfiture. "First time at one of
these?" she inquired politely. Her grip was firm and warm. Phil's pants were not going to be
up to much more of this. First time at what? he wondered frantically. Adele's parties,
cannibalism, meeting you...
"Yes," he decided. Right on all counts.
"We're going to play a little game," said Adele. "I do hope you'll join in."
"What sort of game? Pin the tail on the donkey? Charades?"
Adele laughed. "Oh, much more fun than that, I hope. Fantasy games. What I want to do is
find out what everybody's fantasies are, then we'll see if I can make them come true. I hope
you don't mind if things get a little...shall we say orgiastic? Bacchanalian, perhaps? Or is that
Dionysian? After all, this isn't exactly a tea party is it? I'd like to have a little harmless fun
before my ..um..denouement. Do say you'll indulge me, please? Say you will!" She took
Phil's arm beseechingly, confidentially.
Truth to tell, the idea of some sort of orgy involving Adele and her feathered friend was at the
forefront of Phil's mind already. Surely that couldn't happen, could it? What if Holly minded?
Well, she probably wouldn't. And if she did she only had herself to blame for getting them
into this. Wasn't she always trying to get him to loosen up, walk on the wild side, all that sort
of thing?
"I suppose we could give it a try," he said thickly. He cleared his throat. "As long as Holly
doesn't mind...." That sounded pathetic so he hurried on. "Well, let's find out what everybody
wants and we'll see how it goes?" Slightly better, just slightly, but Adele nodded approvingly.
"That's the spirit!" she said. "Would you like to get us started?"
"What are the rules exactly," asked Phil, half eager, half anxious.
"Oh, rules. Pfff." Adele waved a hand airily. "We'll make them up. Let's see....everyone has
to say something. Who you'd like to fuck, who you'd most like to eat, anything else that
comes to mind. For instance, if I were to ask you who you'd like to have on a plate right now,
what would you say?"
You, of course, sprang to mind. Phil glanced at Holly, still with Count Dracula and a couple
more people. "Well.."
"Apart from current partners, of course. This is fantasy, remember? If you wanted to stay
home with a good book.." Her look was one of playful mock reproof.
"Well, you," he said, obvious gallantry but not untrue, "But that's going to happen anyway,
right? And I wouldn't mind a bite of you either," he added to Sarah. He was sure his face was
flushing.
Sarah smiled. "How would you like me done?" she asked.
Oh, what the hell. "You'd look great on a spit," he said. An image of a chicken in a rotisserie
oven crossed his mind. Was he really saying this? He was sure Sarah would look a lot better
than a chicken. Just plucking her would be fun.
"Good start," said Adele. "And me?"
"Oh, go on, tell her." said Holly. Phil jumped slightly, he had missed her approach. Dracula
hovered at her shoulder.
"The oven," said Phil. "You looked great in it, you know that."
"See?" said Adele, "It's easy. Sarah, how would you like to be cooked? Don't be shy, this IS a
cannibal party..."
Sarah looked anything but shy. "Oh, definitely the spit. Good call, Phil." Her voice had the
barest trace of an American accent, Phil noticed. But then, if he was right she was an actress
and a pretty good one.
Adele clapped her hands. "Then the spit you shall have!" she announced. "See how easy it
is?" she addressed to Phil.
"Wait a minute, you don't mean...?"
"Oh, don't worry. It's fantasy, remember? I ordered all the stuff they had, we can put Sarah
on the double ended one, we're not really going to cook her, she's just playing." She laughed.
"Wouldn't want her to upstage me, now would we?"
"All the stuff?" It occurred to Phil that that must have cost a bit. Silly. Look at this place. And
the expense would hardly matter to her now, she could afford to indulge herself.
"All I could get in. What about you, Count?"
Dracula placed a possessive hand on Holly's shoulder. "I vant to dringk her blood," he
intoned sepulchrally. "I vill drain the very essence of her young life, suck out and devour her
vital juices" He gave a hollow chuckle.
"Holly, have you decided how you want to be cooked? Or shall we leave that for later?"
"Wait a minute," Phil objected. "What if you can't match people up? What if I wanted to
drown you in custard or something? Suppose I wanted.." he hesitated.
"Suppose you wanted to fuck Sarah's brains out and she didn't fancy you?" Adele said
helpfully.
"Something like that," Phil muttered.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll think of something. We won't match everybody up, of course." She
shrugged. Her jewellery rearranged itself in interesting ways. "This isn't truth or
consequences. Too terribly judgemental, don't you think? I mean, really? Such a dull
Puritanical concept. This is hedonism, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. You
can just watch if you like." Another negligent gesture disturbed her outfit.
Phil looked at Holly. A lyric flashed across his mind.
"Yellow tigers
Crouched in jungles
In her dark eyes."
Her eyes were still green but dark, her pupils dilated as a hunting cat's. He knew she knew
what he was thinking,
He turned back to Adele. "I'd like to fuck YOU senseless before you get cooked," he said.
There, he'd said it. It felt good.
Adele looked thoughtful. "That might be arranged," she said. "We'll see. Let's ask a few more
people." She gave him a playful grin. "We've made a good start, don't you think? Be honest."
"Not too bad."
"Oh, you." She punched him on the shoulder. "Let's see what we can do next. Holly?
Coming?"
Over the next hour or so, Adele orchestrated the party like the good fairy of recreational sex.
For a start, she got Sarah her spit. Sarah insisted on doing it with her feathers on, but an
enthusiastic crowd pulled most of them off her once she was helplessly transfixed. A number
of people Phil didn't know ended up in a cooking pot having a fine time in the aerated water.
Being boiled in company was their fantasy, the water was heated just enough to make them
sweat. A man in a chef's hat shook pepper and salt on them, and added chopped vegetables.
"That's his fantasy," Adele explained, unnecessarily. Phil had got the drift.
"So, how would you like to make your exit?" she asked conversationally.
"Pardon?"
"Granted." She smiled teasingly.
Phil tried to catch up. The conversation seemed to be happening a little ahead of him. He
grasped and came up with, "I want to be shot by a jealous husband at the age of a hundred
and fifty."
"Preferably between the thighs of a beautiful woman," Adele finished. "Typical male. Quite
right, too," she added with an approving nod. "Where would we be without you? Don't deny it,
it's so unbecoming." She smiled and he did too, a little sheepishly. "Oh, come on! Why be
ashamed of it? It's quite natural," she went on. "I've had some fun with women, I won't deny
it, but at heart I'm an old fashioned girl. I like men."
"I'm glad to hear it," Phil said clumsily. He wondered how Holly was doing. The last time he'd
seen her the vampire had been leading her away with a number of people, vampire groupies
presumably, in attendance. Adele finished her rounds with him in tow, making sure that
everyone had something interesting to do, or at least something to watch and a good stiff
drink.
Holly, when they got back to her, was lying half-naked on a table. Her clothes had been
shredded and some people were smearing her with butter. A woman in reptilian makeup was
licking her bare feet and nibbling her toes. Her head was thrown back over the edge and it
seemed that she'd won her battle with the vampire. She was in the process of extracting his
vital juices orally.
"She has real potential, that girl of yours," said Adele. It was a professional's assessment and
Phil couldn't argue with it. "Another drink?"
Phil discovered that he could really do with one. They passed a number of scenarios on the
way to the bar, some people seemed to have pursued their own initiatives. A woman bound
to a mockup guillotine being screwed from behind, a man tied to a rack and being teased
with rubber knives..
"What would you like?"
"Whiskey. Irish. Several beers to follow.....whatever." Phil shook his head. It seemed foggier
than the amount he'd had to drink would warrant, possibly because the whole gaudy
phantasmagoria seemed unreal, perhaps because of his hostess's intoxicating presence.
Maybe a whiskey would help clear it. Adele handed him a glass.
"Your turn," she announced. "drink up."
"My turn?"
"You get to fuck me. I'll be cooking soon, don't you want to? I think I'm ready, don't you?"
She wriggled, like Houdini escaping chains, and her impedimenta dropped off in lapidary
coils. She was already barefoot and now she wore nothing but a faint sheen of perspiration
and an almost visible aura of pheromones. Her bare pubis glistened. "Well, how do I look?"
Phil gulped. The word 'edible' came to mind. "Holly..." The last gasp of his social monogamy
programming. He had to say it.
"Oh, don't worry about Holly, she'll get what she wants. Trust me on that." Adele gave him
another conspiratorial smile. "Let's have some fun. Ever hear of Tantric sex?"
Phil's balls were about ready to drop off. They seemed to weigh about two pounds each. His
comedy trousers, he noticed with surprisingly little embarrassment, had given up the struggle
against his erection without a fight.
"Lead me to it," he said.
He hardly knew how he got out of his clothes, and he really didn't care if anybody was
watching. His erection had taken on a life of its own, and seemed to welcome the fresh air.
Take a deep breath, he told it, you're going back inside very soon. He let Adele guide him to
a cosy little cubby hole under a surface in the kitchen, where she sat him down on a mat of
some fibrous material and positioned him in a sitting posture. His legs were crossed in a half-
lotus. Putting her hands on his shoulders, Adele lowered herself onto him with expert ease,
wrapping her legs around his waist. With a final downward movement, tongue protruding
slightly in concentration, she impaled herself.
"Oh God," Phil gasped. He was perfectly sure he would come in about two seconds.
"Don't worry," said Adele with the assurance of the expert, "I've got you."
And she had. By some miracle, her internal anatomy had taken control of his own reactions.
He felt himself relax inside her, still fully erect, poised on the brink for as long, he suspected,
as she wanted. He smiled in wonder. Adele kissed him affectionately. "You see?"
Whatever she had charged, she must have been worth it, Phil realised. That was his last
coherent thought before Adele's tongue entered his mouth. When they finally surfaced for air
he told her so.
"Do you really think so? I did hope you would." She sighed blissfully. "This is so perfect. Just
how I wanted it. Thank you."
Phil stroked her erect right nipple with his thumb, licked sweat off her collarbone. She tasted
wonderful. "You're welcome," he mumbled, working his way down to the tops of her breasts.
"Having fun? asked Holly. She was peering down at them, slightly crouched, hands on slick
thighs. She was still naked and dripping with butter and other things. Phil smiled up at her,
unabashed. He had half expected to see her next on a serving dish, and he didn't care at all.
"Lovely," he said. It would have taken a team of strong men with crowbars to prise him apart
from Adele.
"Great," said Holly cheerfully and started to shut the door. "It's been a blast. Thanks for
everything." She blew him a kiss.
"Holly.."
Door? Phil stared at Adele, whose face was a mask of complacent rapture, in dawning
comprehension. "Where exactly are we?"
"In the oven, of course," she said dreamily and gave him a beatific smile. "I had it built in.
Aren't fitted kitchens wonderful?"
Phil made a half hearted attempt to get free of her, but her internal muscles held him like a
velvet vice. They gave a little ripple and his resolve dissipated.
"Don't bother," she said gently, "The door doesn't open from the inside."
Phil looked through the transparent oven door. Why hadn't he noticed that? A crowd was
gathering to watch. Well, now he knew, or guessed, most of it. It was, he noticed, getting
warm.
"You set me up, didn't you? You and Holly."
Adele favoured him with another fond smile. "Of course. She phoned me yesterday. It was
such a wonderful idea, I just couldn't resist. Well, it was, don't you think? I took a liking to you
right away, in the shop when you were taking pictures of me, but this was Holly's idea really.
You're not angry with me are you?" She gave him an appealing look.
No, somehow, he couldn't be angry with her. There just wasn't room in his mind for it. "What
happens now?" he asked. This was unreal.
She wriggled, sending a wave of increasing arousal through him. "We come together," she
said happily. "There's a clever little thingy in my anal passage that just KNOWS when that
happens and then, well..."
A transmitter control attuned to her metabolism, he guessed. "And then?" But he knew. He
finally knew what had happened to Holly's last boyfriend. He envisioned his prick and balls on
a plate, nicely marinated in Adele juice. He wondered about the 'visitor's book' he had signed
and made a shrewd guess it was a liability waiver, not that Adele would be around to answer
any charges...
"Microwaves and all that scientific stuff. It cooks us, together." She shrugged and smiled.
"Isn't it wonderful? So romantic.." She flicked her tongue across her lips invitingly. Another
internal ripple pulled him upward and inward, promising to consume him. There was no way
back from here.
Phil pulled her closer and kissed her hungrily, it seemed like the thing to do. She welcomed
him wholeheartedly. Inside and outside, the heat was rising.