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whom” talk to more serious discussions of international politics and global warming.
    But a hush fell over the room when the chef entered and cleared his throat. “This evening’s menu features several new additions to my regular fare.” He took in a large burst of air and exhaled and then proceeded in delivering a libretto, replete with sweeping hand gestures and extravagant posturing. “Tonight! I present with great pride, a feast fit for noblemen. I give you libido-lifting food—a medley of fresh seafood, fruits, vegetables, and culinary herbs and spices—a unique fusion of island cuisine and international flavors combined with…” he paused dramatically, “…the essence of woman. Tonight, I invite you to indulge your discriminating tastebuds, enhance your sex drive as you dine on delectable finger foods, savory sauces, and baguettes as well as the sumptuous natural seasonings of your delectable hostess, Yoyin Ayikade!”
    The chef gave an extravagant wave of his hand. Michael and Greg, their bronzed chests bare, flaunting rippling muscles and wearing loin cloth, entered the room carrying Yoyin on an enormous silver platter.
    It was a theatrical entrance, generating a lively buzz, gasps, and murmurs of approval followed by a thunderous applause.
    “Magnificent! Outstanding! Beautiful!” some chorused as the chiseled men lowered the tray to the center of a long banquet table.
    Yoyin, in naked splendor, was an exotic and delectable sight, with seaweed spiraling down her legs and up her arms. With her arms outstretched like a graceful ballerina, Yoyin was delicately posed with one palm cupping aioli dip and the other holding Asian sesame-ginger dip. Her lithe body, positioned provocatively with legs spread apart, presented the fleshy gates of her womanhood. Her mons was slathered with a creamy passion fruit spread.
    Raw oysters and clams in shells, attractively arranged atop parsley and fresh basil garnish, decorated the outer circumference of the platter. Mounds of hibachi-grilled lobster, blackened mahi-mahi, curried salmon, and a medley of ginger sauce-basted tiger shrimp and large sea scallops were piled on a tray and placed between her spread legs in very close proximity to her opened vagina.
    Freshly sliced exotic fruits were situated on both sides of her raised and secured arms, with a fragrant tahini-yogurt dip resting in the scooped pits of her arms.
    A rich Cointreau-and-orange pâté and an apricot-and-lemon-grass pâté were spread on her thighs. Her tummy was decoratively covered with swirls of pâtés de fruit, and her navel was covered with a scoop of coconut and pineapple dip.
    “Splendid!” Diners clamored, clapping their hands in appreciation of the display.
    The enthusiastic response to her naked beauty sent a quiver of excitement passing through Yoyin. Lying perfectly still, she basked in the thrill of such unabashed admiration and high regard for her gorgeousness.
    With the neck brace in place, she was unable to turn her head and view her appreciative guests, but their excited murmurs made her skin tingle. The dinner function was clever, indeed. Perhaps, she’d postpone calling the authorities and having Merrick’s sex operation shut down. It depended on the quantity and intensity of her orgasms. The jury was still out.
    The guests were thoroughly captivated by her. Their murmurs and sighs of satisfaction enticed Yoyin. She longed to see the expressions on their faces, but was able to view only shadows from her peripheral vision; she had to rely on her other four senses.
    Making the best of the temporary deficiencies, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the various sensations.
    “The shrimp looks scrumptious,” a female voice said.
    Yoyin frowned. Why would the woman make reference to shrimp when she could talk about the intricacies of Yoyin’s vagina? If the impudent chef had left her pussy jewelry in place, the conversation would undoubtedly be focused on her pussy and its glittering