From Nyotaimori to Teppanyaki
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Introduction: If you squick easily, my stories arent for you. Consider yourself warned. Sarah, Im back!, I hear my flatmate come in, arms full of groceries.
Hey, did they have everything?, I start moving to the door to greet her.
Yeah, but I can only carry so much. Here, take some of it.
I take a few of the grocery bags from her and bring them over to the table. As she puts the last few on the table, I start putting them away. She slumps down on the couch and lets me handle the rest. My arms are so fucking tired. We need a car.
We dont have that kind of money.
Well, we need to get that kind of money then!
How? We can barely afford this place as it is!
Uhh… I dont know. But we have to.
I put the last of the groceries away and sit down on the couch next to her, Jess, You work as a waitress. Youre not going to be able to convince your boss to give you a raise, and in this economy youre not going to be able to get tips any better than what youre getting.
Yeah, I already unbutton an extra button on my uniform for what I do get. But what about you? Your boss is a lawyer.
A very pervy lawyer. Im not going to become his office fucktoy just to get a car.
Well, there has to be something we can do. I just cant take walking everywhere anymore! She pauses for a moment. What if we got weekend jobs?
That could work, I get up to grab my laptop off the table before sitting back down and opening it. Lets see here, as I open up Craigslist and check out the jobs. A lot of the jobs we simply dont have the skills for, or would be competing with our current jobs. Then I come across a posting we might be able to do. Hey Jess, what about this? $500,000 for two girls from 18-25 to serve food at an exclusive party. It does require us to get naked, but assures that no one will even try to have sex with us or anything. Its a one-time job, and well be able to afford a car.
That sounds like an awful lot for just serving food at some party. Id rather not work naked, but with that kind of cash…
Same here. Ill send them an e-mail and ask when the party is.
After sending the e-mail out, it takes about an hour to get a response. A few more e-mails and a couple pics later, we find out when and where to show up. When we arrive, its 4 hours before the party, as they need to train us a bit first. The first thing they had us do was to remove our clothes. This felt a bit embarrassing, but Jess didnt seem to have any trouble with it. With her naked, I felt less awkward taking my clothes off.
After looking at our naked bodies, they decide that since Ive got bigger tits, I will be the one to do something called Nyotaimori. Ive never heard of it, but apparently rich people on the other side of the world, in Japan, do this all the time. It basically means that I will lie perfectly still on a table for the duration of the party, with the food placed decoratively on my body like a buffet table. Meanwhile, I see them bring Jessica into the kitchen. One of the guys running this party trains me to lie perfectly still on the floor. Im not perfect at it, but he says Ill do it well enough.
After three hours of training, he brings me into a shower and explains that he needs to wash me extra well to make sure Im sanitary enough to eat off of. I explain that I can wash myself, but he explains that hes been washing girls for nyotaimori for years, and no matter how well a girl washes herself, there are spots shes going to miss. If it was just me, I mightve just left at this point, but Jess was here too. I cant just leave now. So I warily let the man wash me. He was very thorough. While he was washing me, I realized that he was right. Some small spots I wouldve just missed. He was also very professional about it, which was very reassuring.
Once I was clean and dry, they gave me a plate of food. This meat is the same food as what youll be wearing. We dont want you getting hungry during the party, so you can have some now.
Thanks. It smells really good, what is it?
Its a secret recipe. Youll enjoy it, trust me.
I put a bite in my mouth and eat it. Its very sweet, with similarities to pork. Mmmm, this is very good! Probably the best meat Ive ever had, whatever it is.
I finish my plate of food and am brought to the table Ill be lying on. Its a silver metal rectangular table. There are metal restraints that lock closed that he adjusts for my wrists, ankles, neck, forehead, waist, knees and elbows. He explains that usually, nyotaimori girls dont need such restraints, but that they also usually train for many years and are all in Japan. He coats the table in something to lubricate it so its not so uncomfortable. The table feels very cold as I sit on it, except for under my head, which is on a second smaller table that isnt as cold. After fitting me in the restraints, he fixes my hair. I hear the squeaking of wheels approach, and smell more of that meat I ate before. I feel each hot slice as its placed on my body. Its all very hot, but not enough to burn me. After a while of this, the meat begins to feel like a heavy weight on me. Once the last slice is on me, the man asks me, Are you alright under there?
Yeah. Im good. Ill be completely still.
And silent, he adds, as he puts a metal ballgag in my mouth, hooking the metal straps to the table to create another restraint.
I lie there, waiting, as guests arrive. I can hear them, but I cant turn to look at them. I dont think any of them are taking any food yet. I think I can smell wine, but its difficult to tell with the smell of the meat being so close. Im very anxious, taking in all the sounds that I can. Its interesting, and a bit frightening to be unable to use my eyes around the room, watching only the ceiling.
After a while I hear a man say that guests can line up for food. This makes me very nervous. I hear a lot of footsteps coming towards me. Then I see the first man standing over me. He picks up a big serving fork and takes a slice of the meat off my body. The fork worries me. Its pointy and being used to pick stuff up off my body. What if someone pokes me with it?
The line continues. With each guest, I worry about being poked. And, after a while, I do start getting poked occasionally. I wince when it happens, careful not to make a sound. Im most of the way through this, probably. Itd really suck to lose it all now.
After the last slice is taken, I hear someone near the table say, And now, nyotaimori becomes teppanyaki!
I know what nyotaimori is because they told me earlier, but what is teppanyaki? They didnt tell me of any teppanyaki thing they expected of me… Maybe this is where Jess comes in? Wait… The tables warm and getting warmer. What the fuck? This is uncomfortably hot now. Theyre… Theyre going to cook me! I try to scream in terror, barely squealing through the metal ballgag. I move what muscles I can, but this is mostly my fingers and toes. I try to shift my weight, but nothing I do is of any use. My body is covered in sweat and my face is covered in tears. The table under my head isnt hot, but everything from the neck down is being cooked. The restraints are getting hot too, as theyre made of metal.
Nothing could possibly be worse than this searing pain. And with all these people just watching me… These sadistic assholes that are entertained by watching someone get cooked to death. And why do I smell more of that same meat? They took it all before! Oh dear god… That was Jessica! Those assholes ate Jessica! They gave me a plate of her to eat too! What kind of sick fucks are these? Then I see one of the guests over me. I glare at him while still trying to move and scream. He looks right at my sweat and tear covered face, and his expression is as if he had just heard a good joke. He actually chuckles a bit as he picks up the serving fork. And then the serving KNIFE!? No!! Dear god no!! At least let me die first!
Theres nothing I can do as he slices off a chunk of meat from my thigh. Then I see the next guest. Theyve all lined up. My thighs seem to be a favorite. A few take slices off my tits. The asshole who trained, washed and restrained me actually carves out my pussy. Then, he actually brings it right up to my face to waft it at me before he walks away laughing. This is one of the last images I see as my heart finally cooks through and stops beating.
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Bonus – I felt the story was a little short, so Ive added Jessies point of view:
Personally, I think Sarah shouldve just given her boss a blowjob to get the same cash. I wouldve. She can be a bit of a prude sometimes. So we get to the job that Sarah found and they decide to use her for a plate. Talk about weird… They want me to do the waitressing because Ive got a nicer ass. So then they tell me that they want to wash me.
Wash me, huh? I thought the ad said nothing sexual.
No, not sexual! We just want to make sure youre very clean.
Sure you do. I tell you what. Double my pay and you can do anything you want with me.
Sure, thats fine.
Wow, you were willing to double it that easy? I knew Sarah shouldve let me handle negotiating.
So, he washes me thoroughly, taking extra care on my most sensitive parts as I fake a few moans. Then he brings me to the kitchen. Apparently the next step is to cover me in some kinda sauce. I just tell him Sure, whatever youre into, just remember our deal.
When he ties my hands up, I ask him Isnt it going to be a little hard for me to carry food with my arms behind my back?
Didnt you say anything Im into?
Right.
Then he ties my ankles and fits me with a metal ballgag. These people dont want me for waitressing, they want me for weird fetishes. Then, I realize that Im an idiot, as Im placed in a pan. Theres a group of them in there, and one ties me real well as the others hold me down as I try to break free. I can barely scream through this fucking ball in my mouth. Once Im all tied down, they shave my head, but its not my hair Im worried about. I can always grow that back. Im worried about that oven.
Sure enough, the ovens my destination. As I struggle, I hit my shoulder into the door, but they locked it from the outside with the cleaning lock, and slamming into it hurts a lot. I try to work at the knots in my ropes. Im not going to be some party platter! Platter… Sarah! Those fuckers are going to serve me on top of Sarah! Get out of here Sarah! Just get the hell out of here while you still can! Argh!
Eventually, my heart shuts down and I die in the oven. My meat has extra burn marks on the side of my arm where I slammed into the oven door a few times. They pull me out and slice me up. They even give Sarah a slice of my thigh to eat before locking her into her final fate.
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