The Human Platter

[WP] She had enjoyed her job for the past few months as a naked human food tray at a place where they covered her face, blindfolded, and gagged her. But today, she could swear that customers' voices were incredibly familiar.
From Lesbilover69

“Come on Gwen, can’t you call off just this once. You work every weekend,” my roommate Carrie pouted. She was right, ever since I got this new job at Meals On Us I’ve worked basically every weekend. But weekends were the busiest times, so sure I worked every weekend but I also had most weekdays off since they didn’t need as much wait staff.

“Sorry girl, I gotta pay that rent,” I said.

“But you could at least finally tell us where you work,” Macy, another roommate, took a shot at uncovering the mystery.

I shook my head, “Sorry again, still can’t.” That wasn’t actually true, I had told them it was a whole NDA situation, but in reality I just didn’t want everyone in my life to know what I do for a living.

“Boo, come on we won’t tell anyone,” our friend Jill said with her newest piece of arm candy, River, in her lap.

Carrie and Macy’s boyfriends stopped talking in the kitchen, their attention now turned to uncovering my secret professional life. Too bad Pat and Earl, it’s going to remain a secret. I wasn’t about to tell everyone that I lay naked on a table letting strangers use me as a human platter.

“Still can’t, sorry,” I dodged again.

“Well have fun working, we’re going out to have a fun time,” Jill said, leading all of my friends out the door. I didn’t catch where they were going tonight, but they usually go out drinking maybe eat somewhere. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew I wasn’t going, and they’d tell me all about it later.

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I felt the pressure of one of the men stabbing their fork into the cube of meat resting on my thigh. The juicy meat was dipped in the steak sauce pooled in my navel. Another man scooped up the last scraps of coleslaw from my cleavage. Their meal was almost over only a couple cubes of steak remaining.

Their waitress, Laura, came over and they asked for the check. They finished up the last bits of their meal while my coworker fetched their bill. They stood up and I felt them shove something in the cup formed between my thighs and crotch, the familiar feel told me it was my tip.

It only took a moment before a busboy showed up. He undid my gag, the blindfold following, I could see it was Tim helping me tonight. “You good?” he asked, offering me a glass of water.

“Yep. Just need a sec,” I said, gulping at the water and rubbing my legs. Tim got to work opening up the table. I grabbed the pair of bills, they were both 20s, which wasn’t terrible but I was still hoping for 100s based on how the guys were talking.

“All ready when you are,” my coworker said. I hopped off the table into the wash area he opened from under the table. He sprayed me down, the warm water rinsed away the sauce and scraps of broccoli florets. I took the soap and lathered up, I still remember how embarrassed I was the first time. It felt awkward to shower in the middle of the dining floor, as odd as it sounded since I had just laid naked on a table. But now it was just another part of the job.

Tim gave me a towel while he wiped down the actual table I was laid out on. I slipped my tips into my cubby under the table, checking my phone while I had a chance. A couple snapchats from Jill, the gang was out at some club, most of her story was just River grinding on her.

“Ready? Or do you need more time?” Tim asked holding up the gag again.

“I’m good to go,” I said throwing the towel aside. I pulled my hair back letting Tim fasten the gag behind my head.

“Not too tight?” he asked. I nodded and gave a thumbs up, unable to verbally respond any more. I laid back on the table once more, assuming the position. He pulled the blindfold back over my eyes and I was alone was again. Before long I would hear Laura bring another group over and the whole ordeal would be repeated.

“Here’s some menus,” Laura said over the sound of chairs moving around me. She took their drink orders and then left. I caught their voices a group of 6, 4 women, 2 men.

“This is wild,” a guy’s voice started.

“Right! I saw someone share it on TikTok a couple days ago, and have just been dying to get in here,” one of the women said, her voice sounded a little familiar.

“Of course you would,” the other man laughed, did I know this group of diners?

Each time they spoke, I felt more and more sure that I knew them. Their voices were so familiar, but I was having a hard placing them. If only I could peek out from the blindfold. Laura brought over the chips and salsa, a pile of corn chips were piled on my midsection and a helping of salsa was poured between my tits.

“I can’t believe Gwen is missing this,” one of the other women said. Gwen, they’re talking about me! I do know them. “She’s not going to believe it, I wish we could take photos for her.” Everything clicked into place, it was Carrie my friend and roommate. Which meant the other 5 were, oh no. My closest friends were about to eat their meal off my naked body.

“Well, photography is strictly prohibited,” Jill spoke up, “we have to respect our table otherwise they’d have a hard time hiring anyone. We’ll just have to regale our friend with tales of our meal, maybe convince her to skip work some night to pay a visit here.”

“So we have to agree on a meal to share?” Macy asked.

“Well we do only get the one plate,” Jill laughed, her fingers tickling my side.

“What about spaghetti?” Earl suggested. the chips on my stomach shifted as another is removed.

“Nachos?” River squeaked, Jill’s nervous toy rarely spoke when we hung out.

“What about the chicken bites?” Carrie said, “It says it comes with mashed potatoes, a variety of dipping sauces, and green beans with a creamy garlic sauce.”

“Sold,” Pat quickly agreed with his girlfriend. Salsa dribbled on my leg as another chip plunged into my cleavage for salsa.

I laid there, secretly listening in on my friends’ conversation. Laura returned to take their order and before long returned with some of the other staff members. They carefully laid out the nuggets across my body. Up and down my legs and arms, and my lower torso is covered in a layer of chicken. The sauces would be in squirt bottles for the diners to use at their leisure. There’s a few plops as the mashed potatoes are spooned onto my chest. I could feel the gravy trickling off my tits, and down my sides to the table. The green beans were cradled by my thighs squishing together.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” Jill praised the work of my coworkers laying out the food, or was she complimenting the plate itself?

My friends ate and laughed, they used the bottles to draw pictures on my body. “Very funny Pat,” Carrie chided him. I could only guess that I know had a saucy phallus drawn on me, but a piece of chicken was quickly swiped through it.

“Everything going good over here?” Laura asked, I could feel the meal coming to an end.

“I was actually thinking about some dessert,” Jill said. I gulped, one of the special things about dessert at Meals On Us was getting to lick the plate clean. Of course Jill would want to get the full experience. “How does brownie à la mode sound?”

Everyone agreed and Laura said, “Sounds great, we’ll be out to clear your plate in a moment.”

One of the busboys came out to rinse me off. The sauce drawings and remaining clumps of potatoes were washed away, down the drains on the table. They dried me off and left me naked among all of my friends.

“River, you should see if they’re hiring,” Jill said, “I’d love to eat something off your tight little body.” I didn’t need to see to know that River would be turning a bright shade of red. A bit of worry crept over me, I doubted River would actually want a job here but if she did I wouldn’t be able to hide any longer.

“Maybe you should too,” Earl said. Ooof, Macy would not appreciate that comment. The silence that fell over the table told me that I was right. Macy’s patented **** stare must be in full effect. Earl whispered a quick, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

My coworkers returned and started placing the warm brownie bites upon my body. The chocolate drizzle that followed was hot enough to sting but not enough to burn me. I prepared myself as the scoops of ice cream were placed upon me.

The brownies were picked off one after another, spoons scraped against my skin as they tasted the ice cream and chocolate drizzle. It wasn’t long before I felt a mouth engulf my nipple. “River you have to try this,” Jill said, my tit falling from her mouth. Her mostly silent partner was on my other side, licking melted ice cream off my chest.

“Fine, you can too,” Carrie granted Pat permission. He wasted no time, licking up my stomach.

“Not a chance,” Macy barked. I couldn’t help but laugh, the actual sound muffled by my gag, but my stomach rolled under Pat’s tongue.

“Macy, Carrie, don’t you two want a taste?” Jill teased, our straight friends.

“Why not,” Macy surprised me. I felt her hair tickling against my shoulder before her tongue piercing flicked over my nipple.

“Woah, not fair,” Earl said, “If you get to, so do I.” In a second, I felt a mouth suction over a brownie bite on my thigh. Macy left my chest, and I wondered if Earl would still be around come morning.

“When in Rome, I guess,” Carrie laughed, her tongue flicked into the pool of chocolate and cream rested in my navel, before she sucked my belly button clean. There it was, all 6 of them had now licked and sucked on my naked body. Would I really be able to keep this all a secret?

I felt a pair of hands spreading my legs. I assumed it was Jill, she was the most forward of our group. But as my friend’s mouth met my pussy, I heard Jill by my head, “Damn, girl get some.”

“Fuck, Care, that’s so hot,” Pat said.

She laughed between my legs, identifying her as Carrie. I moaned around my gag, as Carrie’s tongue flicked over my clit, her fingers plunged into me. The metal running along my abdomen, told me that Macy was back to licking up her share of the remaining chocolate.

Kisses were laid upon my body, the others harder to identify except when one of the boys occasionally rubbed their stubble against my skin. My moans were muffled by the gag, I tried my best to stay still. Part of my job was to be an object, to be their plate. But every part of me wanted to reach out and grab Carrie’s hair, to guide her to what I need.

I gripped the edge of the table, my toes were curling. Carrie had me on the edge, I was about to climax all over her face. The rest of the group were licking me all over, Macy’s piercing circled my nipple. My back arced off the table, shoving my chest into my friends’ faces. My moans were likely drawing attention from the surrounding tables, but in that moment all I wanted was to hump my friend’s face.

“Damn Carrie, you ever break up with Pat, I can always console you,” Jill joked.

“Fuck, that was wow. If I can watch, you don’t need to wait for a break up,” Pat sounded like he was on the verge of creaming his pants.

Carrie kissed my shaved mound, “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Pat laughed. A few seconds later I heard the two of them kissing. I cringed a little knowing that Pat was tasting me on his girlfriend’s lips.

Laura brought over their bill. After paying, I felt a handful of bills placed on my chest. When Tim showed up to bus me, I quickly asked “Are they still here?”

“Yeah, why?” he asked, it wasn’t unusual for guests to linger a bit.

“Those were my friends and they don’t know I work here,” I said trying to keep my face hidden.

“Oh shit really? Here let’s just take you in back then.” He helped me up and walked me into the back room. I’d just take my break to wait out my friends.

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The next morning I walked into the living room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The events of last night seemed like a fuzzy dream. Surely Carrie eating me out wasn’t real.

The girls were all sitting around the living room. “Hey Gwennie, wait till you hear about our night,” Jill teased. River sat on the floor in front of her, Jill braiding her hair for the day.

I sat next to them, as they took turns telling me about this cool new restaurant Meals On Us. I did my best to fake surprise and interest in the story that I already lived through. Carrie was blushing as Jill described her eating me out in vivid detail.

“But you know what the weirdest part was?” Macy asked sitting next to me.

“The food was actually good?” I guessed, not quite sure what she was about to say. They’d already went over most of the night.

“Yeah that, but I was going to mention how our plate had this cute little lily tattooed on her hip,” she laughed, lifting my shirt to reveal my tattoo.

I froze in shock. How could I forget about something like that? Of course they were able to recognize me. The ladies all laughed, even the ever silent River. I felt like my head my explode in embarrassment.

“It’s fine, I don’t think the boys even noticed it. They were much too preoccupied by your boobies,” Jill laughed, cupping a feel.

“No wonder you didn’t want to tell us where you worked,” Carrie teased. I hid my face in my hands.

“Don’t worry we won’t tell anyone,” Macy comforted me, rubbing my back.

“Mum’s the word, but no promises I won’t be sitting at your table again next week,” Jill winked.