Chapter 2

“No one will ever know?” Althea asked shyly.

“Ms. Markos, we’re all extremely discreet. It would be deeply embarrassing for all of us if word of this ever got out. I can assure you, no one will ever know.”

“Call me Althea. We’re way passed formalities by now.”

Catherine smiled and rubbed the caterer’s legs harder. “I know this is a lot to ask, Althea, but I’m a demanding woman. If I’ve crossed the line, I’ll take my hand away, pay you for tonight’s meal, and that will be the end of our relationship.”

“What if I want to stay?” Althea asked with a hoarse voice.

“Then this interview will continue and you’ll have to get naked now. I always inspect merchandise before I buy. It’s smart practice.”

For reasons she’d never know, being referred to as ‘merchandise’ was deeply arousing. The thought of being naked for this sophisticated woman and her friends would be the peak of Althea’s sex-starved young adulthood.

It would be her secret adventure if she had the courage and tenacity to actually do it.

Catherine said, “You’re being very quiet. How do you feel about being naked in front of others?”

“I’ve never done anything close to that. Nothing beyond one-on-one, with a doctor or someone I’ve dated.”

“But how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know,” Althea replied. “Honestly, it sounds interesting. But knowing myself, my hands would be trembling and my knees would be weak. That would ruin your dinner, wouldn’t it? I don’t want to drop any plates on the floor while serving.”

Catherine looked amused. “I’ll have maids handle the serving. And your nerves will be cute. I mean it.”

“You have weird taste,” Althea joked.

“Trust me, you don’t know the half of it,” Catherine smiled. “Here, I’ll help you make your decision. I’ll go first. Then you follow my lead.”

Before Althea could finish that sentence, she watched as Catherine unbuttoned her shirt fully. The shirt was removed and placed neatly on the table, next to Althea’s dishes. Even as Catherine removed her bra and placed it neatly on the same table, Althea was strangely thankful that none of the garments had ruined her food.

Althea had a perfect look at Catherine’s bare chest, and as Catherine stood up to remove her bottom to expose her legs and neatly trimmed bush, neither of them said a word.

In a matter of moments, Catherine was standing naked in front of Althea without the slightest hint of shame. It was the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s that easy,” Catherine said, tossing her hair back. “You try it. Stand up and remove your dress. It’s okay, you’re in safe hands, my dear Althea.”

It was now or never. And with Catherine already naked, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just them two; caterer and client.

“I apologize in advance for how clunky this might look.”

Althea stood and immediately looked like a schoolgirl ready to be disciplined by a nun, the way her hands were clasped in front of her, and her head was held down.

“Keep your chin up,” Catherine said. “I want to see your face. Here, I’ll do it for you. You’re so nervous. Don’t worry, it’s just me.”

Althea stood like a statue and let Catherine undo her dress. It quickly fell to the floor. Althea was wearing an ordinary looking white bra and panties, the kind you’d see at any department store. She kept the same schoolgirl pose, even as Catherine rubbed her arms and shoulders.

“Now for the rest,” Catherine said. “I’m excited to see all of you.”

Still standing like a statue, Althea let her bra fall to the floor, revealing her small breasts and slightly puffy light brown nipples. Her panties were the next to go, revealing a vagina with trimmed pubic hair growth surrounding it, and a rear end which was rather plump.

Althea looked ever the schoolgirl, hands clasped, head down, and Catherine seemed like a strict nun (only naked and admiring the younger woman’s bare figure).

“You’ll look cute with a ponytail,” Catherine said, pulling Althea’s hair back and playing with it. “You’re exactly what I thought. Wholesome, lovely, delicious. If you want the job, it’s yours. Althea, are you interested in serving my dining party?”

Althea gulped so loud, it sounded like the plumbing was clogged somewhere in the house. There were sensations in her heart which she never knew existed. And her pussy… How she wanted to rush home to relieve herself.

“I’m interested,” she said in a low voice.

“Good girl. That’s what I expected.”

Althea was so nervous she could cry. It was the evening of the dinner party and outside was already turning dark, just like her emotions.

She was cooking marinated lamb and chicken which she had brought over, wearing another nice dress from Greece, with dinner service was an hour away. The kitchen was filled with aluminum trays she brought with her culinary delights inside. There was a maid in the kitchen too, who was tasked with plating and service for the dinner party.

A few moments earlier, Althea had the opportunity to meet a few of the guests. They all seemed to be around the same age; early 40’s. They were all extremely outgoing and friendly as can be. And they all had that California liberal vibe to them.

What on earth were they expecting? Althea thought.

She tended to the pots, pans, and oven. Everything was on track. She was barefoot in the kitchen and underneath her dress she was naked, just as Catherine had asked her to be.

While stirring the chicken lemon soup, she heard the front door open followed by the sounds of more chatting and laughter. More guests had arrived and her nerves were really kicking in.

She tried focusing on her job, but the thought that she’d soon be naked in front of this group of professional and successful women was nerve wracking.

Catherine entered the kitchen, her hair and makeup nicely done, and she was wearing a sleeveless dress (with a bra underneath too; something that made Althea envious).

“It smells amazing in here,” Catherine said, still smiling from the party. “I knew I hired the right girl.”

“Thank you,” Althea smiled back, while stirring the pot. “It’s almost done. I need a few more minutes to finish, then another ten minutes for plating. Then I’ll be ready to serve.”

“I can see your hands shaking.”

Althea blushed. “Sorry, I’m nervous, obviously.”

“Can you still play hostess and server for dinner?”

“I can present these dishes by heart. I’ve been cooking my whole life, so I know how to explain them. The naked part is going to be tough, I think. I’ll manage, I hope.”

Even with the false confidence, Althea was a bundle of nerves with unsteady hands and mildly shaky knees, and Catherine saw right through the facade.

“You’re unfit for service,” Catherine said, examining the caterer. “Your poor hands are trembling and you can barely walk. It would be unconscionable if I sent you out like this. And I never attempt to humiliate anyone in my household.”

A huge wave of relief swept over Althea. Finally, some good news. Maybe the whole naked thing was one big joke after all?

“Does this mean I can keep my dress on?” Althea laughed.

Catherine shook her head. “I have a more fitting idea.”

“What would that be?” Althea beamed.

“I want you naked on the table for my guests.”

“You mean…” Althea’s voice trailed off.

“We had sushi for a previous dinner party,” Catherine explained. “We tried something called Nyotaimori for the very first time. Have you ever heard of that?”

“It translates to ‘female body arrangement,’ in Japanese. I’m sure you’ve seen movies where sushi is served on a woman’s naked body, laying across the dining table.”

“Oh…” Althea gasped.

“I know, provocative. We’ve been aching for that ever since.”

“Keep stirring,” Catherine said.

Althea tended to the pots and pans, her eyes towards the stove, while Catherine stood behind her and untied the knots of her dress. Soon, the straps of Althea’s Greek dress were falling down her shoulders. She moved her arms so that they’d fall to the floor, and in a moment, Althea was naked in the kitchen.

Her mind focused on the aromas and sizzling food in front of her. She tried her best to ignore the maid preparing the utensils and plates in the same kitchen. And she tried to ignore the sounds of chatter in the living room as the small party was in full swing.

She turned the stove off and Catherine brushed her lips against her ear.

“They’re going to love you. Trust me.”

Althea inhaled the aromas of her cooking and reminded herself that this would only be a one night deal.

Her culinary hero, Marco Pierre White, had long stated that great chefs have three things in common: 1) they accept and respect that mother nature is the true artist 2) everything they do is an extension of them as a person and 3) they give you great insight into the world they were born into.

Althea’s dishes had accomplished all three of those goals. These dishes were also served on her naked body.

She laid on the dining table while the dinner party guests made their selections on her figure. Her eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

Slices of sauced lamb were served across her belly. Generous scoops of fresh hummus had been placed on each breast, covering each nipple, with warm pita bread arranged neatly around her chest. Slices of chicken were placed on top, and around her vagina, which had been cleanly shaved that morning.

The rest of the dishes were served on normal bowls and plates around the table.

All of the women were very nice. What was shocking to Althea was that these were everyday business women, successful at what they did, and they seemed completely at ease with eating food from a naked woman.

Althea hoped she wouldn’t be judged for having hard nipples. She also hoped that no one would notice the pool of wetness between her legs. Surely they wouldn’t judge her for those things.

The dinner party was a classy affair. As these amazing women discussed the upcoming book, they happily and casually picked food from Althea’s naked body. Piece by piece, the food was being consumed. The more that was eaten, the more her erogenous zones were being exposed.

One of the guests, a lawyer, was casually explaining the nature of binding agreements in today’s world, while taking a slice of pita bread and wiping the remaining hummus from Althea’s left tit. The nipple turned harder and Althea couldn’t help but blush.

She wondered if the women had noticed.

Another guest, who must have been a publicist, spoke proudly of the upcoming book tour, while taking the last piece of chicken which covered Althea’s labia.

With the conversation ongoing, Althea did her best to follow instructions by keeping her hands down, though her toes curled and her feet crossed. As she tried to remain calm now that her sexual parts were exposed, a dinner party guest had the audacity to take a pita bread and casually dip it between the folds of Althea’s labia and into her pool of natural juices.

“That’s a really great strategy for drawing crowds,” the woman said, then taking a bite of the pita bread with Althea’s fluids. “Delicious sauce, by the way.”

The women laughed and Althea’s face burned red.

After dinner, they all sat around the living room while Catherine read an excerpt of her new book, Object. This was always her way of unofficially kicking off her promotional tour, by reading a passage to her closest friends, the same way she’d read for book events.

This time, naked Althea served the group tea, coffee, and a variety of homemade pastries and desserts on a tray, while the maid prepared everything in the kitchen.

Being the only person undressed was much easier at this point. No one gawked. No one was being lewd. No leering eyes, though there were the occasional glances of appreciation at her breasts when she served, or towards her round bottom when she turned around.

Catherine closed her book after reading the passage and the group clapped. They indulged in their tasty treats as Althea finished her naked service.

The compliments came steadily:

“I don’t think I’ve ever had Greek food like this. Sensational.”

“If you ever decide to open up your own restaurant, you have to let me know.”

The comments forced Althea to stand there in the room while holding an empty tray, instead of fleeing back to the kitchen, because now she owed these women a professional courtesy for their nice words.

“Thank you,” Althea said proudly and nakedly. “The basis of these recipes date back hundreds of years in Greece. I’ve blended that foundation with techniques I’ve learned in culinary school as well as my experiences of being a Southern California foodie. As for my own restaurant? One can only hope. I’m taking things one step at a time, but I really appreciate the kind words.”

“She’s still a newbie,” Catherine said to her friends, before turning her attention towards Althea. “Speaking of which, when you were washing your body earlier, my friend Zara — the woman who tasted your ‘special sauce’ earlier — had said that she’s looking for a personal caterer. However, Zara did have some minor concerns she’d like addressed before committing.”

Zara interjected. “We’re all here. Why not make a decision now instead waiting around? I don’t like wasting anyone’s time.”

“Certainly. What concerns did you have?” the still naked Althea asked.

Her arms had gotten tired and she held the empty tray down, giving everyone a perfect view of her tits. At this hour, she was exhausted. Between cooking all day, the pressure of serving, and the anxiety of being naked in front of a group of women for nearly two hours, she was beat. But work was work, so she put on a smile, eager for a steady flow of income.

Zara said, “Call it a further inspection of taste. Don’t do anything you haven’t done thus far. Just give me your passive acceptance. I can tell you’re tired though. If you’d rather forgo this process and let the night end here, that’s fine too.”

The words of her dear mother echoed in her mind and Althea mustered up her energy and bravery to shore up new business. After all, snapping up more high-end clients tonight was the major reason she agreed to be naked in the first place.

“Zara, the night is still young,” Althea smiled.

The moment those words left her lips, Althea noticed some of the women snicker and giggle amongst themselves. It was like the group knew a secret, an inside joke which they kept hidden from the world.