2 comments/ 16540 views/ 0 favorites Kinky Foods Catering By: Microwave0ven Danny felt hopeless at another day gone by without finding any work. He had come to this town with the idea of starting afresh. However, with his track record, none of the temp agencies were willing to help him out so he had to rely on his own ability to find a job in the local paper or employment postings. He tossed another newspaper to the side. No luck there either and $2.50 of his precious savings wasted on calling the potential employers. With a sigh, he picked up the next paper. It was getting late. If there was nothing in this one, he would have to start looking for shelter for the evening. A streetlamp flickered to life behind him and Danny got up and stretched. It was probably time to call it a night. As he set the paper down on the park bench beside him, a small ad caught his eye. "openminded fit young man wanted for serving food on April 3rd dinner party call Ms Daniela to inquire 555-555-8053" Danny thought, what the heck, might as well give it a shot. He dialed the number and a voice picked up. "Aaaark? Hello, polly wanna cracker?" Danny's eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he stifled a giggle. "No thank you." he managed to reply with a straight face, "Is Ms. Daniela there please?" On the other end, there was a surprised squawk and the sounds of a scuffle. Then a silky female voice came on the line. "Excuse the parrot, Kinky Foods Catering, Ms. Daniela speaking." "I read your ad in the newspaper looking for an openminded, fit, -- "Yes, and are you interested in the position?" she interrupted before he could finish his sentence. "The job pays $250 for the evening from 6pm to 2am. There is not a lot of movement involved and you must be open to anything. There is a possibility of bonuses for a job well done and a long-term job offer if the customer is satisfied." Danny shuffled his feet. She sounded so businesslike and that was a lot of money. "Well yeah." Right now, any job would be enough to put a roof over his head. "Meet me on the corner of Main and East 21st tomorrow at 2:30pm. I will determine if you are suitable and discuss further details then." Feeling somewhat encouraged at this prospective job, Danny went to the local YMCA and got himself cleaned up for his job interview. He didn't have to wait long before a silver convertible Mercedes Benz pulled up. The doors opened and a redhaired woman stepped out. She leaned back in to instruct the driver on something, then closed the door and approached Danny. "Ms. Daniela?" He asked, not too sure if she was the one he was waiting for. "Yes. And you are?" Her voice was just as brisk as the night before. She seemed to be constantly in a hurry. "Danny, ma'am." Danny responded respectfully. Ms. Daniela looked him from head to toe, taking in his shabby clothes, patched shoes, and unkempt hair. "Danny, take off your shirt." she ordered. He was hesitant but he took his shirt off to reveal a ruggedly muscled body, toned from pure honest hard work. She nodded. "Put your shirt back on. If you don't mind some kinky stuff, you'll do. Still want the job?" He nodded his assent. Ms Daniela took out her purse and extracted a bill. "Here is $20. Go get yourself a haircut and show up at 987 Moeser Rd. Tomorrow at 6 pm sharp. Earlier if you can -- you will be compensated for any overtime. Helene will be the caterer you answer to." He arrived at the mansion at 4pm. A butler opened the door and gravely inquired his business. Finding that Danny was the new hire with Ms. Daniela's catering group, he led the way to the dining room. "Helene will be pleased you are here early. Wait here." Danny waited nervously, fidgeting and pacing the entire length of the large dining room. A short and squat woman stepped into the room and scowled at him, stopping his pacing immediately. "Strip." she ordered. "I am in charge of getting you ready." Taken aback by her forwardness, Danny didn't move till she snapped, "Before the party's over, IF you don't mind!" He quickly shed his clothes, folding them neatly in a pile. He shifted from foot to foot uncertainly. Helene marched over, handing Danny a white cloth and pointing at the mahogany dining table. "Put this blindfold on and lie face up along that table. And for your own sake, don't move a fucking muscle or open your fucking mouth unless you're told to." Wide-eyed, Danny nodded, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. He lay on the table quietly, fighting the urge to scratch an itch, or rub his nose. The blindfold didn't block everything out, but as it was white, it sufficiently obscured his vision so he couldn't make out what things were. He could feel things being placed on his body, arms, legs, and face. Lots of things...cool at first, but warming to the temperature of his skin. Helene muttered under her breath as she worked, "Shrimp goes here, in a circle flower thing, and tuna goes over here. Salmon there, smoked ones there. Cheese over here, grapes, carrots, apples, celery, cucumbers, dip..." What seemed like ages later, she finished her work and left without a word. Danny lay and listened to the things going on around him. The doorbell rang and each time, he heard more noises indicative of people arriving. There was a muted mutter of lively conversation going on beyond the room he was in. Nobody was in the dining room yet though. A door opened nearby and closed again. Someone approached on soft feet and leaned over to peer down at him. "My, you look quite the tasty morsel. Danny, I'm told your name is?" A silky, feminine voice that flowed like a cool river spoke. "I'm the hostess for this party, and I've been assured you'll be of some entertainment to me after the party as well. Behave yourself now, and don't you move an inch." The door opened and closed again, this time only briefly before a crowd of people entered the room. Everyone was chatting and having a good time. The hostess called out. "My coven and friends. Welcome today to my home. The night is early, let us eat, drink, and be merry. When we part, I wish you all good hunting." People laughed and cheered at her short speech. Conversation resumed, and Danny could only just make out shapes of people moving around. He could feel slight tickly pressures along his body as guests picked up their desired morsels of food off his naked body. Naked. Exposed. They all could see him. As he thought of this more, Danny was alarmed to find himself getting aroused by the idea. The middle of a dinner party is not the right time to get a hard-on! he rebuked himself. Under his sliced cucumbers, he flushed red with embarrassment when someone delicately lifted his cock to retrieve a fallen grape. Someone clapped their hands in the air and the room silenced. "It is time, my children. We thank you, my daughter, Christine, for your hospitality." A man's voice rang out in a rich tenor. "We go." The group replied as one voice. "We go." The hostess answered formally, "Good hunting, my friends." Danny didn't know what to make of it. There was a rush of wind, and the room was silent again. Moments later, a warm hand wrapped around his member and jerked it slowly. "You've stayed quiet so far, Danny. I like that in a man." That beautiful, musical voice again, with a mischievous edge. "I want to see how quiet you can be when you cum." She pulled the blindfold off and for the first time, Danny laid eyes on her. Her baby blue eyes were set in a smooth, oval face framed by wavy dark-brown hair. He stared as her ruby red lips opened partially and her delicate pink tongue snaked out to lick her lips. She broke his trance by whirling away from him quite suddenly, her black dress flaring behind her. Danny wanted to sit up and watch her, but something kept him lying there motionless. With her back towards him, she stepped out of her dress. Christine then walked back towards Danny, sensually swaying her hips and running her fingertips up the inside of his thigh. She crawled up onto the table and leaned over him. His breathing quickened and he whimpered with need. "Just for tonight, Danny, you will be my plaything. I might choose to treat you like a chunk of meat or i might show you pleasure, depending on my mood. Would you like that? You may nod or shake your head." Hardly daring to believe his luck, Danny nodded fervently. To be paid to do this! Christine smiled with satisfaction. "Just as I hoped you'd say." she reached down and peeled off her panties then removed her bra as Danny gaped. She stroked his cock a few more times firmly, then guided him deep into her. "I don't want you to move at all, now." she told Danny as she raked her nails down his chest. She continued to move on top of him, ignoring the bites of food still resting on his body. Christine stretched out her lithe form so that she lay on top of him. She peppered his chest and neck with nibbles and kisses. Danny had his eyes closed as he arched his head up to accommodate her questing lips. He never even saw it coming. Christine had been monitoring Danny's vitals and waiting for the right moment. She struck just as he peaked with his orgasm and she achieved her release. Danny barely felt the bite as Christine's contractions around him made him cum so hard, sunbursts flared behind his closed eyes. As he wound down from that amazing orgasm, he thought fuzzily, that's the hardest I've ever cum. He wasn't sure if he thought that, or if he said it out loud. Either way, he slipped quietly into a light doze. Christine savored the endorphin-spiked mouthfuls of blood. He really was quite tasty. A lot better than some of the alcohol or drug-laced blood-donors she'd gotten from this catering company in the past. He also had a bigger cock than the last ones. She cleaned up and gave Ms. Daniela a ring. "Aaaark? Polly wanna cracker?" "Polly!" She warned the parrot sharply. A panicked "Aaarrrk!!" resulted. The parrot flapped away, still screeching. The phone was picked up. "Kinky Foods Catering, Ms. Daniela speaking." "Christine here. Keep this boy on. I want him serving as a regular, and make sure he keeps clean of all alcohol and drugs. He can be lodged in the condo, three blocks down from here, and he can work for room and board. You can pick him up tomorrow," Christine smiled wickedly. "I'll be keeping him busy till morning."