The Velvet Feast (Pt. 01)

Jake strolled out of the university doors onto the bustling square, his mind reeling after a gruelling lecture on Ancient Philosophy. Cambridge University demanded everything of him, his time, his focus and his energy. Scoring a first-class distinction last year came at a cost, the additional tutoring and resources cost money, not to mention the rent, leaving no time to work. The result was an overdrawn bank account and unpaid rent. His lifestyle was beginning to catch up with him. Checking his phone, he noticed a text from his landlord, Jackson. The man was a mild-mannered divorcee who mainly kept to himself. But even his patience with Jake was wearing thin.

"You have until the end of the month to pay the $1000 rent, or you're out."

Jake swallowed hard; Jackson was at the end of his tether. He desperately needed money, and fast. It was 1:00 PM, and the square was teeming with students, pouring out into the glorious spring sunshine. Laughter and conversation filled the air. Exhausted, he was finished for the day and made his way towards the entrance, desperate for nap at his cramped dorm.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a beautiful young succubus handing out glossy black and gold flyers just beside the entrance. Like all demonesses, she was absolutely stunning. Blemish-free skin, youthful appearance, and lusciously brown curls cascading over her shoulders. Behind her, a slender tail twitched from side to side, signalling excitement. She wore a crimson silk blouse that clung to her bosom. And tight black trousers, hugging the perfect curves of her derriere, leaving little else to the imagination. Her delicate fingernails were painted a bright, feminine pink, adding to her allure. She effortlessly blended both smart and casual, while radiating natural beauty.

She was vivacious, playful, striking up conversations effortlessly. Demonesses like succubae and vampires were hotter, more enticing and dangerous. They had a way of drawing men in, ensnaring them with their seductive charm. They were designed to be irresistible, and humans were warned to keep a distance for their own safety. But their beauty was often too captivating to resist. They fed on human life force through sexual intercourse, he'd heard rumours of students going missing, their essence devoured in the throes of ecstasy. Of course, no one took them seriously, they were just hearsay, speculation.

Jake sighed; he didn't have time for another nightclub promotion. He quickened his pace, hoping to avoid her. But her eyes locked onto him, her lips curling into a teasing smile and face gleaming with mischief as she strode toward him. Before he could escape, she cut him off and made her pitch.

"Looking for quick, easy money? We're paying $2500 a night for human dishes to serve our supernatural female clientele at The Velvet Feast," her voice was sultry, dripping with promise, and her eyes wide with excitement. Jake stopped dead in his tracks, perking up, $2500 a night. That's enough to pay rent and clear his overdraft in one evening!

She pressed the flyer into his hand, it was made from premium black paper, adorned with decorated borders and golden writing. His eyes flickered to the bold lettering along the top:

The Velvet Feast

Join the banquet of Flesh & Ecstasy and earn $2500 Per Night

Become the Ultimate Indulgence.

Succubi, vampires, and creatures of the night hunger for the most exquisite delicacy--you.

Surrender to pleasures beyond mortal limits as you are savoured, worshipped, and devoured in the most luxurious dining experience imaginable.

Selected candidates will be featured tonight.

Do you have the appetite to serve?

Jake's heart rate raced. These were erotic dining halls, secretive and opulent establishments where humans became the main course--willingly. There, they were tasted, nibbled, and devoured by beings of otherworldly beauty. Jake stood still, caught between wonder and incredulity. He had heard rumours; these places were notorious and dangerous. Humans signed contracts, waiving their rights and their bodies, absolving customers of any potential mishaps. Once inside, there were no safe words, only pleasure... and consumption. Jake gulped. The succubus leaned in; her breath warm against his ear as she whispered.

"I'm serving at the Velvet Feast tonight; I hope to see you there. Maybe I'll have the pleasure of bringing you to the table... fresh, ripe, and ready to be tasted," she teased, flashing him a cheeky wink before sauntering off. Her hips swayed seductively with each step. A burst of arousal shamefully bulged against his jeans. The thought of being paid to experience pleasure, to be consumed, worshipped and devoured by breathtaking creatures sent his young, sex-driven mind into overdrive. He quickly folded the flyer and stuffed it away in his jacket pocket, strolling to his nearby dorm room. But his heart continued to race, he couldn't stop thinking about The Velvet Feast, these beings captivated human imagination and despite the danger, to experience sex with one, to be that close... He swallowed, trying to shake it from his mind. But his body betrayed him, aching with desire. Had it already made the decision for him?

Jake sat across the circular dorm room table, eating a Domino's pizza with his best friend, Jonathan. The rich scent of peperoni and melted cheese filled the air as they absentmindedly watched Planet of the Apes, although Jake's mind was on other things. His mind kept coming back to The Velvet Feast, barely registering the TV when Jonathan abruptly turned to him, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You have two weeks left to pay rent, and your bank account's deep in the red," he muttered, eyeing him sceptically. "What the hell are you going to do?"

"Well...." Jake exhaled slowly, before removing a crumpled flyer from his jacket pocket and placing it on the table.

"I'm planning to attend an interview this evening," he said, his lips curling into a wry smile.

"Successful applicants will work tonight as... human dishes," he smirked, but his voice showed a hint of unease as he awaited his reaction.

Jonathan's eyes widened. "No fricking way," he muttered, snatching the golden flyer, running his fingers over the smooth, velvety surface with an almost nostalgic reverence.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard of it?" Jonathan chuckled, sighing in satisfaction.

"Heard of it?" he grinned, leaning back in his chair. "I worked there for one night, during my first year, I was desperate for cash."

Jake blinked, his mouth gaping open. "Wait, seriously? You got paid to be... a human dish?"

"A night of hot, mind-blowing sex with the most exquisite succubae and vampires you can imagine. They don't just f*** you... they nibble, savour, and dine on you--slowly, indulging in every taste. It's a heavenly and deeply sensual experience," he grinned, his voice low, hypnotic.

"Your body kind of melts into theirs. You give a part of yourself to them, and in return they give you ecstasy like nothing else." His eyes fluttered shut for a second, reminiscing the experience. Jake gazed at him, with a mix of awe and unease.

"But.... they drain you, your life force, your blood." He hesitated for a moment.

"Isn't that risky, dangerous? I've heard rumours..."

Jonathan scoffed, cutting him off. "Don't believe every conspiracy you read on internet forums; it's all unproven hearsay. If they were doing anything shady, the police would've shut them down long ago." He casually crossed his arms, his expression cool, relaxed.

"Think of it like donating blood, you wake up hung over the next day, a little drained. But oh man, it's worth it. If I wasn't buried in exams, I'd go back in a heartbeat." Jake chuckles, Jonathan was always the happy-go-lucky type. But he glanced at the flyer again, his heart pounding with excitement, and a twinge of concern.

"Come on Jake," Jonathan said, his tone turning dead serious.

"Jackson is about to evict you. Your credit rating is shot to pieces. And now you have the opportunity to get laid, earn thousands of bucks, and settle of all your money worries in one night. He leaned further forward, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands firmly on the table.

"You'd be a fool to turn this opportunity down." Jake exhaled, wavering for a second, then carefully tucked the flyer back in his pocket.

"You're right, they're interviewing today at 5:00pm, If I shower now, I can make it," he grinned, stepping up and setting out his smart evening clothes, black trousers and a posh navy shirt.

"I want to know every sensationalist detail tomorrow," Jonathan called as Jake rushed to the bathroom. "And good luck."

The warm shower cascaded over his skin, soothing his tense muscles, but it did little to calm his racing thoughts. Nerves fluttered in his stomach--caught between anticipation and uncertainty. What was he getting himself into? His heart raced, overcome by a rush of fear and exhilaration coursing through him. He needed to make a good first impression. It was Thursday afternoon, with no classes until Monday, he had the entire weekend to recover.

All those late-night study sessions, endless exams and the relentless pressure to stay on top sapped his social life. His nights weren't spent partying in swanky nightclubs or chasing hot women. No, they were spent devouring pizza and playing video games with his best friend. And now, he was about to walk into a secretive world of demonic indulgence. To be in their presence, to surrender to them, Jake's breath caught. The thought of being touched, tasted, savoured by creatures of ethereal beauty sent shivers down his spine. What Jonathan didn't know is that Jake was a virgin. But tonight, would change everything...

Jake sat in the back of the taxi, fidgeting uncontrollably, while his heart raced with uncertainty as the taxi crept towards the ornamental iron gates. The secretive nature surrounding the place only heightened his nerves, it was completely sealed off from the outside world. The entrance was flanked by high, imposing brick walls, topped with coils of barbed wire. As they approached the intercom, the taxi driver glanced at Jake through the rear-view mirror and exhaled slowly.

"Are you sure you want to go inside? Say the word, and I'll turn around immediately," he murmured, his voice tinged with concern.

Jake froze, tensing up. Does he know what this is? Then, clearing his throat, he replied. "Yes... I have an interview," he muttered, too embarrassed to elaborate. The driver, a balding man in his fifties, let out a gentle sigh before reaching for the intercom button. A burst of static crackled through the speaker.

"I'm escorting a young man to an interview at your establishment," he said, only to be followed by a pause that seemed to last forever--until a smooth, sultry, and unmistakable feminine voice finally responded.

"Interview? Please come inside, we're always looking for... fresh candidates," she purred, her tone was low and inviting. Seconds later a low mechanic contraption whirred, unlocking the gates as they slowly creaked open. Jake pressed his shaky hands against his quivering knees, trying to steady himself. As soon as they passed through, the gates clanked shut behind them, sealing him inside. His chest tightened, he should've expected this--access to exclusive... supernatural venues like this were always tightly controlled, concealed from prying human eyes. He gulped, taking a depth breath as his pulse thudded in his ears. There was no going back now, he was both petrified in exhilarated in equal measure.

The taxi rolled up a long, meandering driveway, lined with towering pine trees. As they neared, the meticulously manicured garden came into view, with vibrant flowerbeds and neatly trimmed grass. Then he saw it, his mouth gasped as he gazed at the grand French chateau-style mansion before him. Built with cream-coloured limestone bricks and deep, decorated navy-slated roofing, it was a masterpiece of architectural design. In the emerging twilight, the stone and slate glowed softly, giving the place an almost ethereal beauty.

The taxi made its way onto the luxurious driveaway, a stunning geometric design, crafted from greyish-blue stone pavers. The smooth polished surface appeared to be tumble marble, the kind that's reserved for aristocratic estates. Jake exhaled, taking in the place. The mansion before him was an opulent fantasy, a secretive world of decadence and ecstasy. But beneath its beauty there was an undercurrent of danger--rumours of missing guests lingered in the back of his mind. He promptly shook as head, dismissing them as nothing more than conjecture and conspiracies. Squinting his eyes, he noticed something strange. The windows cast a lovely golden light--yet the glass was blurred out. It was like whatever was happening inside those walls, wouldn't attract unwanted attention.

"Good luck," the taxi driver muttered, before unlocking the doors.

Jake nodded stiffly, too nervous to speak. He exited the taxi and made his way through to the grand double doors. They were solid black, high-gloss, featuring glass panels--another hallmark of French chateau beauty. The entire place had an aristocratic, renaissance feel to it, he felt out of his depth.

At that moment, a stunning pearly-white Bentley Mulsanne pulled up the driveway. Jake glanced over; his breath caught--stepping out was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. She was young, possibly in her early twenties, dressed in black stockings & suspenders, partially concealed under a stylish trench coat. Her stiletto heels tapped softly against the stone as she sauntered effortlessly toward the entrance. As she passed him, she turned towards Jake. Her eyes, hidden beneath sleek black sunglasses, seemed to lock onto him. A sly smile spread across her face as she parted her scarlet lips, revealing fangs... she was a vampire. Slowly, she traced a delicate finger along her neck, subtly mimicking where she'd bite if she had the chance. Before he could react, she smoothly turned away and strolled inside.

His breathing stepped up a pace, overcome with a mix of excitement and dread. The distant purrs of approaching engines pulled him out of his trance. He saw more luxury vehicles gliding up the drive, one after another their doors opened to the reveal exquisite demonesses. A pair of succubae, emerged from one car, dressed in satin evening dresses, one crimson and the other navy blue--each clinging to their voluptuous figures. The side slits in their dresses revealed lithe, supple legs as they casually strolled toward the entrance. Hesitating for a moment, Jake followed on in behind them, slipping through the entrance and into the foyer, where a queue had begun to form.

In front of him, a stunning vampire stood in line, clad in a deep wine-coloured satin dress, stirring with each subtle movement. She was quickly waved through without question by the two succubae manning the doors. As Jake stepped forward, he froze. Immediately, he recognised one of them, her luscious brown hair and sultry voice as she interacted with the guests. It was the succubus who handed him the flyer at the university entrance. He blinked, clearing his head, then finally spoke.

"I'm Jake, I've come for the interview," he managed, the sheer weight of tonight already weighing on him.

Her face lit up at the sight of him. "I'm so glad you could attend the interview," she purred, tilting her head playfully.

"My names Sasha, come right this way." She motioned for him to come forward. Jake followed, but his eyes betrayed him, drifting down to her perfectly round derriere, swaying deliciously against her sleek black pencil skirt. Just above the rim of the skirt, a subtle back slit offered a tantalizing glimpse of classy black stockings, hugging her toned thighs. Peering lower, he saw her glossy black high heeled shoes click rhythmically against the polished flooring. Forcing himself to look up, she wore a high-collared white blouse with ruffled sleeves, tucked beneath a fitted black waist jacket that emphasised her hourless figure. Her hands were covered in elegant, black silk gloves, giving her a touch of mystique. Jake tried to keep pace, his mind racing with thoughts. She turned around, flashing him a mischievous smile.

"Come on, don't be shy," she teased, beckoned him with a single, curl of her index finger.

"You'll find the main restaurant hall quite revealing..." At that point he noticed a small oval badge pinned to her jacket, it featured crimson filigree lettering: The Velvet Feast. His throat tightened; this was an exclusive, upmarket establishment--they expected excellence, and only the finest offerings would be accepted. They turned around a tight corner, as she led him down a winding staircase. Jake gasped at the sight before him. The restaurant was vast and opulent, the floors were a mesmerizing mix of polished black marble with streaking white veins, and plush red carpets, decorated with thick roses, laid underneath the dining tables. They were large, oversized, and oval shaped, made from rich mahogany, draped in luscious silks of gold, blue and reds.

Each dining table was capable of supporting a human, or multiple human dishes comfortably. Each one had a discreet curtain rail, supporting cream velvet curtains; some were already drawn shut. Peering closer, he saw the faint silhouettes of feminine creatures riding on top of human figures, writhing in ecstasy. At another table, with the curtains drawn, he glimpsed a shadowy outline of a vampiress plunging her fangs delicately into the throat of a restrained man. Her hands cradling the back of his head, lost in rapturous indulgence.

He could hear soft moans, as both demonesses and humans shuddered in ecstasy, Jake pulled his gaze away, his breath quickening. At the other tables, feminine creatures lounged in designer lingerie and flowing silk dresses, their eyes wide with hunger as they eagerly awaited their meal. Some turned toward Jake, their tongue's swirling over their lips. Two cute succubae in evening dresses, seated nearby blew him a teasing kiss, causing him to stagger slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. Glancing upward, he saw six chandeliers suspended from ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. The lighting was low, almost intimate, giving the place a dreamlike feel, a carefully curated environment for indulgent feeding. Adding to the sultry ambience was a soft, sensual jazz--the kind of music that slipped into the air and beneath the curtains, without disturbing the decadent feasts unfolding within.

"Right this way," Sasha instructed, guiding him into a small, quaint little room. Inside were seven young men, hunched over a long, ornate wooden table, their brows furrowed as they eagerly read through multiple documents. She leaned in closer, almost whispering.

"Read it carefully, and after you've signed it, knock on this door and the manager will see you." She tilted her head to one side, flashing him a playful wink.

"Good luck." And with that, she strolled off.

Jake took a seat, placing himself in the eighth vacant seat. Before him lay a polished black folder, embossed with blood-red lettering: The Velvet Feast -- Guest Experiences Agreement. His pulse quickened as he scanned the contract, outlining the terms between human participants and the clandestine organization.

Guest Experiences Agreement

This contract is entered between the consenting participant (herein referred to as 'The Human Dish') and The Velvet Feast, an esteemed dining establishment catering to an exclusive supernatural clientele.

By agreeing to this document, The Human Dish willingly submits to being served as a living delicacy, surrendering all rights and legal recourse for the duration of their service, which shall extend until the conclusion of the dining experience or the patrons' appetites are fully satisfied.

1. Terms of service

1.1 The Human Dish consents to be presented, prepared and served to otherworldly guests for their sensory, erotic and culinary enjoyment.

1.2 The Human Dish consents to their body, fluids, and life essence being sampled, consumed and extracted through intimate means, including oral, vaginal, anal or other forms of ethereal indulgences, at the full discretion of its guests.

1.3 The Human Dish understands that they are strictly forbidden from leaving the premises until their service is deemed complete.

2. Liability Waiver

2.1 The Human Dish relinquishes all legal claims regarding, but not limited to:

•Physical injury, loss of bodily fluids, blood or life force resulting from sustained extraction

•States of unconsciousness, intoxication or fainting

•Lingering physical or psychological effects resulting from exposure to The Velvet Feast's aphrodisiac oils, proprietary perpetrations or supernatural guests.

2.2 In the event of unforeseen incidents (e. g excessive or fatal indulgence), the organization is fully exempt from all liability.

2.3 The Human Dish recognizes that their willing participation in an otherworldly experience, and voluntarily servitude within the establishment exists beyond human jurisdiction, thereby relinquishing any rights to legal action or external intervention.

3. Expectations & Conduct

3.1 The Human Dish is required to comply with all requests, catering to their culinary and erotic indulgences in a manner that is both engaging and enthusiastic for a discerning clientele.

3.2 Any guest complaints or dissatisfaction will be addressed internally at the discretion of the establishment, and may result in immediate termination of contract and forfeiture of financial renumeration.

3.3 The human dish is expected to remain sexually active and responsive throughout their service, ensuring the experience remains uninterrupted and pleasant.

3.4 The Human Dish is fitted with a demonic collar upon finalization of the agreement. The collar serves the following functions:

•Marking the Human Dish as exclusive property of The Velvet Feast.

•Stimulates and sustains sexual function for consistent entertainment and pleasure of its guests

•Partially sedates the wearer, ensuring full obedience and adherence to the terms of the agreement.

3.5 Unauthorized removal is impossible, attempts to remove or tamper will result in immediate disciplinary action.

4. Conclusion of engagement

4.1 The Human Dish's service ends when:

•The establishment closes for the evening

•The Human Dish is deemed unfit for continued service

•Should the dish expire or become unconsumable, the establishment reserves the right to dispose of them in a manner of their choosing

Jake gasped. It was more severe, strict, and encompassing than he expected. Jonathan had certainly skirted over this part with his blasé attitude to the risks of demonic eateries. Jake gulped as he flicked over to The Velvet Feast's Human Dish Questionnaire:

1. Sexual and Physical history (To assess desirability and menu status)

When was the last time you have had sex? (Within last week, last month, year or never)

Are you a virgin? (Yes/No) (Virgins receive premium special menu status)

Are you experienced in submitting to a dominant partner? (Novice / some experience / well-trained)

2. Sensory and erotic response's (To tailor human participants to clientele's indulgences)

Which of the following pleasures would you most enjoy as part of your service? (Select all that apply: biting/ essence extraction through oral, vaginal or anal means/ restraint /slow sensory draining session)

Are you comfortable being restrained (Yes/ No/ willing to explore)

3. Bodily consent and compliance

Do you consent to serving guests in every way until they're fully satisfied, including being devoured, tasted, and savoured as an offering at The Velvet Feast? (Yes, without reservation/ Yes, but I am nervous / No)

Do you accept that once service begins, you are prohibited from leaving the premises (Yes / No)

Have you ever been subjected to essence extraction in the past by a supernatural being, if so, please describe below.

His breath caught; he had gone too far to pull out now. Jacksons words echoed in his mind:

"You have until the end of the month to pay the $1000 rent, or you're out."

Without hesitation, he signed the contract and completed the questionnaire, enthusiastically ticking every box--fearing a "no" answer could disqualify him. He consented to full essence extraction, by whatever means, until the clientele is fully sated. He answered truthfully about his virginity, although he wasn't sure how they would verify it. After finishing the form, Jake glanced around. The other seven applicants were young, fresh-faced men, likely in their early twenties --naïve and starry eyed. A man nearest him, with medium-length wavy brown hair, trembled slightly.

"Voluntarily servitude... signing away our legal rights. This is more intense than I imagined," he muttered, rubbing a hand through his hair as he breathed out uneasily.

"It's boilerplate legal text," another chimed in--a blonde man with sharp, masculine features and a smart, ivy league haircut.

"Every demonic establishment has them. To be dined upon, nibbled and savoured by women of supernatural beauty? It's an honour. They're goddesses, we're being paid to please them, to have sex with them. You'd have to be a fool to turn this offer down," he said, as he enthusiastically scribbled his final answers down, the others nodded in silent agreement. Jake had heard enough, his decision was made. He stood upon and walked confidently towards the manager's door, knocking three times.

"Enter," a smooth, feminine voice called from within.

He stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him, blocking out the prying eyes of the other interviewees. Behind a pristine dark wooden desk sat a stunning woman, in her early to mid-30's, with dark chestnut curls flowing across her flawless, porcelain skin. Her sapphire eyes met his as she gestured toward a sleek black leather chair. She wore a long black leather skirt and white V-neck blouse; the plunging neckline revealed an eye-popping expanse of cleavage. Jake forced himself to maintain eye contact, desperate to maintain a good first impression. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a baroque-style king sized bed positioned along the far-left wall. It was draped in luxurious golden sheets, the silky, smooth fabric shimmered in the low office light.

"Please to meet you," she said, her scarlet lips curling into a warm, welcoming smile.

"My name is Victoria Hunt, I'm the manager of The Velvet Feast, and I'll be handling your interview for today." Her voice was smooth, yet authoritative. Jake caught a brief glimpse of her sharp, pearly fangs, his heart rate spiked upon the realisation--she was a vampire.

"Th-thank you, nice to meet you," he stammered, forcing a polite smile. He tried to project confidence, but his voice wavered, betraying his nerves.

"I'll just take a moment to review your documents," she purred, her voice was measured, professional as she turned to the folder. "And then I'll perform a few... physical checks."

"If everything's in order, you'll start with immediate effect--serving our most discerning female demonesses." Her eyes widened with anticipation, and gleamed with hunger. A brief silence settled on the room as her gaze flickered over his paperwork with a supernatural speed, scanning it in under ten seconds. Then she looked up and smiled.

"Mr Harper, I'm very pleased with your answers. Being a virgin, submissive and eager to serve makes you a highly desirable candidate. Virginal dishes are a sought-after special menu item, our clients will pay handsomely for the pleasure." Her tongue swirled slowly across her lips, and her eyes flickered with delight.

"Before I can approve your service, I'll need to conduct a few final checks." Jake straightened up, steadying his breathing--he was on the cusp of securing the position. Victoria rose from behind her desk and strolled around gracefully.

"Strip, remove all your clothes, including your underwear," she ordered, her voice was firm and absolute. Jake hesitated, but only for a brief moment, he had expected something like this. Jonathan had to do the same, it was expected for such an... intimate role.

"Our guests expect only the finest dishes, I must verify that you meet our high standards," she said, leaning in, arching her eyebrow. Swallowing hard, he undressed. His physique was slim, lightly toned from the twice-weekly gym sessions, squeezed in between intense study sessions. But the surge excitement, nerves and arousal caused his penis to stand erect. He flushed with embarrassment. Her eyes widened slightly, then she smirked, but said nothing. She circled him slowly, gently running her delicate fingers across his face, neck, chest, hips, legs--inspecting him like a luxury piece of meat. It sent tingles down his spine, Jake had never been touched by a woman before, let alone a beautiful vampiress.

"Excellent," she cooed. "Youthful, healthy and very responsive." Her lips curled into a wicked smile.

"You'll make the most delicious morsel." She motioned toward the opulent bed, its luxurious silk sheets spilling over the sides like a waterfall.

"Now lie down."

Jake did as he she instructed, eager to secure the role. He laid on his back, naked, vulnerable. With a sudden flash of movement, Victoria straddled him. Her lusciously soft hair spilled over his chest as she leaned in, taking a long, indulgent sniff.

"Mmm... fresh, youthful aroma." Her hands cupped his jaw, as she traced her fingers tenderly along the side of his neck. Then, she tilted his head sharply to one side.

"Now, I want you to remain still," she said firmly. "Yes..." Jake breathed, his heart thundering with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.

Her lips parted slowly, revealing glistening fangs tipped with golden droplets--venom, without warning, she plunged down. Jake gasped as he felt a short, sharp sting. But the pain only lasted a few seconds... followed by a rush of warmth crashing over his body in cascading waves. He let out a prolonged sigh as his mouth gaped open, his eyes rolled back, lost to bliss as his cock throbbed uncontrollably with arousal. He'd read about vampire venom, it acts as a potent narcotic, sedating its victim and inducing a state of euphoria. The pleasurable sensation melts resistance, and heightens sex drive, subduing its prey, making feeding easier for vampires and highly addictive for humans. Yet... nothing had prepared him for this. Moans of pleasure escaped his lips as her venom coursed through his veins. She drank slowly as her hands slipped around the back of his head, cradling him. He was powerless beneath her, and... he didn't want to be anywhere else. What could have been seconds later, she pulled back, licking the wound closed.

"Absolutely exquisite," she purred. "If I weren't on duty, I'd spend the night devouring you." She stepped away, her eyes were now bloodshot, a clear sign of recent feeding. She walked back to the desk, dabbing her lips with a cotton cloth, then turned back to him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"You have a deliciously youthful and virginal flavour--utterly divine. And you were honest about your virginity," she said, sounding impressed. She typed something into a computer for a minute. Jake sat up gradually, disoriented and intoxicated on her venom. He remained still, trying to regain focus, but the momentary silence was agonizingly long.

"Congratulations, Mr Harper." Her eyes met his with a satisfied smile, "you've got the role."

"Thank you," he mumbled, feeling light-headed.

"You start immediately." She gestured toward a door he hadn't noticed till now.

"Take the second door on the left, the kitchen is available. Our capable staff will start the preparations," she instructed, before returning to her computer. Jake reached for his clothes.

"Ah, ah, no," she smirked, her voice tinged with amusement.

"You won't be needing those. You can collect them after your service is complete."

Her eyes lingered at his naked, exposed form. Jake gulped, exiting the room and staggering toward the kitchen. The door to suite 02 was sleek and black, its surface adorned with raised rectangular panels, framed with a premium looking golden trim. He knocked with trepidation, before slowly turning the handle. Greeting him were four beautiful women--two vampires with wild, curly black hair and two succubae with flowing brown waves. They wore cream-coloured short-sleeved chef jackets, paired with tailored black trousers. They smiled in synchrony as they guided him in. One of the succubae stepped forward.

"Welcome, Mr Harper." Her voice was low and professional.

"I'm Alison, lead chief. We'll be preparing you for tonight," she said, her scarlet lips curling into a warm smile. She gestured toward a large preparation platform at the centre of the room, its surface featured a shallow indention, sculpted perfectly to hold a human figure. The base was polished black marble, while the top was coated in a thick layer of glistening black latex, flowing over the edges like a luxury serving platter. Jake walked forward, his heart pounding. Tonight, he would be the dish.

"Please lie down on top, and place your arms close by your sides," Alison instructed, her tone was smooth and authoritative. Jake complied without hesitation; Victoria's warm venom still drifted through his bloodstream, making him compliant--eager to please. As he climbed onto the platform, he noticed the black slate tile flooring beneath him. When he looked up, he saw rows of quaint marble shelves lining the walls, stocked with glowing vials, silken brushes and colourful oils--many of which he didn't recognise.

Alison approached a small ornate box, standing on the marble surface tops, lining the perimeter of the room and retrieved a gleaming golden collar. It looked soft, impossibly smooth, almost like the ring of a Durex Condom. Engraved into the surface were the words: The Velvet Feast, styled in the same crimson filigree as Sasha's uniform badge. The glossy collar shimmered and pulsed faintly--it was alive, this wasn't an ordinary collar, Jake took a deep breath. The other women in the room gasped softly, their expressions indicated awe as she carried it over.

"So pretty," one whispered.

"It's beautiful," another breathed, her eyes lighting up.

"First, we need to get this fitted," Alison murmured, holding the collar with both hands. Standing over him, she lowered the ring over Jake's exposed neck.

"It's slightly oversized for comfort, but once activated, it'll tighten around your throat," she explained. "Stay still for a moment. This may feel... unusual." Her voice was cool and measured. This was all happening so quick, Jake was overwhelmed, he just nodded in response. One of the dark-haired vampires approached and gently tilted his chin upward.

"That's it, nice and still," she cooed, her lips curling into a wicked grin. Alison pressed both sides of the ring firmly--snap. It clamped shut around his throat like a rubber band, but it kept getting tighter and tighter. Jake gasped for breath, panic rising in his chest, he looked to the staff for answers. Moments later the collar relaxed, as it sealed snugly against his skin.

A slick, transparent liquid coated it, slowly seeping into his skin. He exhaled softly, enjoying the soothing sensation. Suddenly, a wave of warmth began to spread from his throat, unfurling over his body, to his groin. His pupils dilated; his skin tingled as he let out a long, pleasurable sigh, every nerve felt alight with sensation. He raised a trembling hand to touch the smooth, glossy ring--even that small movement took tremendous effort.

"What... what is this? He asked, his voice sluggish with pleasure. One of the succubae leaned in, stroking the side of his jaw, her touch was affectionate, possessive.

"The collar releases Chrysalith--a rare narcotic distilled from vampire venom," she whispered, tracing a slow circle around the collar with her index finger.

"It pulses rhythmically, releasing a controlled dose at regular intervals. It's absorbed instantly into your bloodstream, flooding your nerves, magnifying sensitivity and sexual desire to near-unbearable levels." She moved closed, her warm breath tickling the edge of his ear.

"It wraps your body in a warm, intoxicating cocoon of pleasure. Everything will feel so impossibly good. It'll make you want to fuck allllll night," she giggled softly. The other women around him smiled, their faces lighting up with wicked delight... and hunger. Alison stepped forward, satisfied.

"Perfect," she purred, gliding her fingers across his collar and down the curve of his neck.

"Now you belong to The Velvet Feast." One of the gorgeous vampires leaned in close, her lips almost touching his skin.

"You're almost ready to be served," she purred, rubbing her hands together with anticipation.

Alison turned, strolling over to a nearby shelf. She plucked a pink bottle etched with the same say filigree crimson lettering as Sasha's uniform. Noticing his curiosity, she explained with a teasing smile.

"It's Velvet Drip," she said, uncorking the bottle.

"A potent, in-house aphrodisiac oil--reserved for premium, virginal dishes only." The sweet scent of caramel and jasmine enveloped him immediately. Without hesitation, she poured the entire contents of the bottle over his exposed form, including his aching erection.

"Alright ladies, I want every inch of him coated in Velvet Drip," she ordered, touching a small earpiece he hadn't noticed before.

"We've just had an order come in for our special menu item--our exclusive, virgin selection. Jake's to be served in ten minutes, let's move!" With that, four pairs of hands thrust onto him at once--rubbing, massaging, caressing warm, gooey oil over his sensitive body. One of the succubae straddled his thighs, her soft palms rolled over his throbbing length in long, twisting motions. It felt wonderful, as he let out a breathy moan.

Alison massaged the contours of his face, neck and shoulders, working the oil deep into his skin. Jake trembled beneath them, his entire body tingled with pleasure, leaving him breathless. He rolled his body into their hands, yearning for more. The succubus continued stroking his shaft in slow, teasing motions. He tried to thrust upward, completely aroused, his body was so responsive, the sensation bordered on unbearable.

"Mmm easy there," she cooed, moving down to his legs.

"You'll have plenty of time for that later." She flashed him a cheeky wink.

The women massaged, caressed and circled his skin with excruciating precision. Velvet drip soaked into every pore; Jake's eyes rolled up as he sighed softly. Periodically, the collar pulsed and glowed, releasing tiny burst of liquid narcotic that melted through his skin. His body tingled; his cock throbbed--he ached for more.

"Great work ladies, that'll be enough," Alison said, her hands resting on her hips, admiring him.

"Everyone, you'll be needed in kitchen five immediately. I'll handle the etiquette training from here," she commanded. The demonesses flitted away, blowing kisses and wiggling their fingers playfully as they sauntered out. They left behind a naked, oiled body, panting on a black latex platform--he felt so relaxed, willing to please their guests in every way possible. Alone, Alison took an indulgent sniff.

"Fresh, youthful essence, heightened with arousal and excitement," she sighed in delight.

"You'll make an exquisite delicacy. I'm truly envious, I haven't tucked into something like this for a while," she mused, her eyes fluttering up in pleasure. Then in that moment, her tone shifted, becoming controlled, sombre.

"Remember Jake, you are now property of The Velvet Feast," her voice was low, firm, as she paced around him.

"Everything you do is a reflection on the reputation of this establishment, built over centuries." She stepped forward, her eyes locked onto his exposed form.

"You are a human delicacy. Served fresh, seasoned with arousal and submission," she continued.

"Our clientele are discerning, powerful, ancient. They are not to be questioned; you are here to indulge them in whatever manner they choose. If you resist, disappoint, you forfeit your financial remuneration and will be dismissed." Jake swallowed hard, a twinge of anxiety rising through the haze of pleasure, he sits up with his legs dangling over the side of the platform. She walked forward, facing him directly, her gaze piercing through him.

"When you are escorted into the dining hall, you must keep your eyes lowered unless spoken to, and do not speak unless addressed. And when you're introduced, you must say the following: 'Good evening, I am your offering your tonight. Please enjoy me if any way you desire." Jake's heart stepped up a beat, trying to remember every word.

"If you are touched, kissed, licked, bitten or... fucked--you are not to flinch, or shy away. You are to remain still, ready and compliant as they consume you." Then her voiced dropped to a low murmur.

"As a human dish, there are no safe words here. Only absolute obedience and service. Your behaviour directly impacts our reputation. Poor performance is not tolerated, you are to be devoured... for as long as they wish. Exemplary human dishes are offered more lucrative roles, catering to our more elite clients. With that comes prestige and potential to earn significantly more money."

"Is that clear?"

"Yes..." he stammered, overwhelmed by the strict protocols, then quickly corrected himself... "Yes, Chef,"

Alison gave a single approving nod. As she took a step back, Jake noticed Sasha, the succubae waitress from earlier, waiting at the door, her eyes gleaming with joy.

"Oh Jake, you look absolutely sumptuous, I can't wait to serve you," she beamed, pressing her hands together in excitement. She stepped closer, her fingers gliding over his oiled, smooth skin, gently stroking his sleek collar.

"Ready to be devoured?" she teased, smiling with pure mischief. Jake's eyes flicked to Alison, then back at Sasha. He straightened up, trying to project confidence, despite the haze of arousal and narcotic-induced pleasure flooding his body.

"Yes, I am," he replied, conscious of Alison's prying eyes and eager to impress. Alison's face gleamed with pride.

"Don't keep our guest waiting, present him," she said, gesturing out the door.

Sasha placed her hand softly on Jake's shoulder, and led him down the corridor toward the luxurious dining hall. He swallowed hard, nerves resurfacing again, unsure what he's gotten himself into. His heart pounded with excitement and anticipation as Sasha led him into the vast dining floor. Earlier, when he passed through, many were lounging around, awaiting their meals. Now, the feeding was in full swing. His eyes flung open at the sight before him.