There are only two way’s for one of the Resort’s female guests to end up being processed in the resort’s kitchens, those willing to die for the amusement of their significant other and those willing to die to fulfill their own personal fantasies. It’s easy to spot the ones whose husband or lover decided to have them for dinner instead of taking them to dinner, that look of calm acceptance in their eyes caused by the Resort’s inhibition suppressing drugs and nightly subliminal suggestion that turns the most prudish of women into a willing pain and pleasure snuff toy. As to the one’s living out their personal fantasies, they didn’t need the drugs.
I knew from the first moment I saw her that Nicole was one of the latter. She was already nude, posing suggestively in the roasting pan. She smiled as she said, “I hope you don’t mind, I’ve already set the oven to 425.” Watching as I picked up a set of roasting straps she grinned happily, “I guess I should assume the position.”
I watched, captivated as Nicole willingly knelt down and brought her arms together behind her back. The way she gasped in delight as I clinched the cooking straps painfully tight around her nude form, the delightfully erotic look in Nicole’s smoldering eyes as I carefully filled the pan with the restaurant’s signature red wine vinaigrette marinade.
Still, I’ll always remember Nicole’s final words as I picked up the apple, “Nice touch that apple, I always wanted to roast with an apple stuffed in my mouth. But I thought I’d requested a red delicious?”
Smiling, I shoved the wider part of the apple deep into Nicole’s mouth before she could continue, “Sorry Nicole, it’s a Gala. The Japanese businessmen that will be dinning on your flesh made their own request.” I could see the look of sudden surprise in Nicole’s eyes, “And yes, that apple is frozen, that way it will still be firm when you’re served. Sometimes it’s all about the presentation.”