All Chapters of Served on a Platter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I stood hesitantly in the living room, wearing my sharp suit. Laurel Grant was sizing me up, clearly satisfied with what she saw. She nodded and said casually, "The food's in the kitchen. I'm starving."I wasn't sure if I was overthinking it, but her words, "I'm starving", felt like they carried a hidden meaning.In the kitchen, there were two bags filled with ingredients: seafood, meat, vegetables, everything you could imagine. The quality was high-end, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Rich people really were different. One meal here probably cost more than half of my monthly salary.After unpacking everything, I began to think of something quick and presentable to make. But when I reached into my pockets, I found a box of rubbers.I froze. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if I should grab it, but I couldn't just throw it away.Cooking in a suit wasn't exactly convenient, so I decided to take off my jacket and loosen my tie. I immediately felt more at ease. To be hones

At that moment, Laurel was making love with a man, her legs draped over his waist. She was still somewhat dazed when she noticed me, then her eyes widened in surprise. She immediately called for the man to stop.The man, clearly annoyed by the interruption, gave me a sharp look. With a playful tone, he said, "Laurel, are you pushing me away because of this guy? I'm hurt."Despite his awkward words and tone, it seemed natural coming from this feminine man.Laurel let the man continue to hold her waist, seemingly ignoring my presence as she coldly asked, "Is Madam Rhodes dissatisfied with you?"Her icy gaze swept over me. I had intended to ask Laurel some questions, but the intensity in her eyes made me hesitate, unsure of how to respond.At that moment, a phone rang from the bedroom—it was that brick phone. Laurel quickly pushed the man away and grabbed a robe from the rack, heading toward the phone.The man, who looked younger than me, glanced at my disheveled appearance with und

That night, after finishing my shower, I saw Perry enter Tamara's room. Shortly after, I heard moans, but they quickly turned into Tamara's cries, followed by Perry shouting angrily at her. "You little minx. Seems like you're asking for it. I'm gonna kill you!"The sounds reminded me of what I had endured a few days ago.Later in the night, I saw Tamara exiting Perry's room, her legs shaking, looking disheveled. Her arms were covered in bruises, and when she met my gaze through the door, she smiled—a sad, hollow smile that left me restless.That smile lingered with me. I realized that Tamara and I were in similar situations. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder why she never fought back. I bitterly laughed at myself—if I, a grown man, couldn't resist, what chance did she have as a woman?Before I could fall asleep, May called and told me to go somewhere. I could hear voices in the background, and someone asked, "May, is he really as fun as you said? Don't lie to us."May responded conf

The theme hotel remained the same, but this time with a different style. The hotel primarily promoted water beds, where lying on the bed felt like floating on water, a unique sensation that would surely make things more interesting.May couldn't help but want to see the surprise I had prepared for her.The water bed was the surprise.I showed them a few multi-player videos, which made them blush, though they exchanged glances with curiosity, still hesitant. At that moment, I decided to step in and take charge.During this time, Yvonne's gaze kept drifting toward me, clearly showing her interest.While they were distracted, I purposely moved closer to Yvonne.I was youthful and strong, aided by the effects of some medicine, which made me feel more energetic. Tamara had told me that Yvonne had a reputation for always wanting more.In the bathroom, I approached Yvonne from behind, gently speaking in her ear, "Yvonne, you're absolutely stunning. It's a shame I can't always be by you