The Dinner Party
She pretending like it was all normal. She tried not to be nervous and behave as if there was nothing strange about this at all. Just a dinner party, just his friends. These were people she know, people she had spent time with, a friendly couple. They were aware of how the evening would go, and they would not comment. They would not stare. She was assured they would not stare.
She inspected her naked body one last time, smoothed her hair in the reflection from the stove.
She walked out, two plates in hand. Serve from the right, serve from the right, she reminded herself. She walked up behind Master- on his right, and placed his plate in front of him. His plate was in her left hand, so she was able to face forward. The next plate was for his friend, who was sitting to the left of Master. She could have given him the plate in her right hand, but that was not correct. Serve from the right. She walked around and handed their guest his plate. She was on his right now- but the plate was in her right hand. When she turned to put the plate in front on him, she had to turn her body. Her bare breasts were now in the face of Masters guest.
He noticed, but did not say anything. The pause in his sentence was enough.
Master looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but did not speak. She felt a cold chill but didn’t show it.
She stepped back into the kitchen to grab the last two plate, the guest plate in her left hand this time. In her right hand she carried her own plate. She stepped back into the dining room, walking quietly so that her heels did not click and interrupt the conversation. She walked up behind the second guest and set her plate down on her right side. ”You’re doing fine, dear.”
She smiled and nodded and then took her place at the end of the table, across from Master. She waited until everyone started eating before she picked up her plate and started to eat. She remained quiet and spoke only when spoken to, which was only when Master reminded her to sit up straight.
At the end of dinner, she quietly rose to clear the plates. From the right of each guest, she removed the plates from the table. As she lifted Masters plate, he rested his hand on her wrist. He didn’t say anything, but it was all she needed.
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Sweet and tender.
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