The beautiful model laid on the cloth covered table, deliciously lathered with special seasoning, her body was covered with pieces of meat.
The master sushi chefs were preparing the main course.
The spacemen were awakening their sensual pleasures.
The men sat in another room enjoying the beautiful bodies simulating sexual pleasures. The clients sat with their lips quivering in anticipation of the full course. . The men awaited smoking cigars and swapping stories told too many times at the mahogany stained table. And yes, on space capsule Xeron, their were strip joints modeled after the old legends of Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy. The stories of the men whispered up with the smoke.
Strippers danced on poles, teasing the spacemen who stared. Their breasts were sprayed down with glitter, the disco ball reflected on the women's glittery breasts, shinning faeries on the wall. The space traveler's hard ons were hidden beneath the lacquered oak dark stained table. Some of the men were business men signing contracts and entertaining clients, others were space cowboys on leave. Some of the men joistled with their dicks, while others played with their straws in their pink Cosmos. All of the men were guilty of a feeling that they were about to do something not quite right.
"Gentlemen!" The steward spoke, "Please join me in the pleasure den, where tonight we have a real surprise!!!"
The men arose from their tables and followed the steward to a back room.
This practice has been outlawed on Earth, but here on planet X we think not. This is a special event which we offer you to participate in tonight. We ask that you show decorum and not fight over the pieces of meat from the model-Angelic. Angelic will not feel a thing, I promise you, for she has been thoroughly drugged. So stick your knives and forks into her flesh, and carve her up boys! She's all yours!!!!
If their is any thing that my stewards and I can get you to make your night more enjoyable let us know, we will be happy to assist you. And we hope y'all have a great night here."
The night commenced in bloody mayhem.
I thought it might be a good idea to have blades (Chopsticks) to use as eating utencils. But my wife said, that this would not work as they would cut the one who is eating. I substituted the chopsticks for knives and forks.)
Writing notes: Write every day, it does not matter if the writing is good or not just be brave and write out your ideas. Bradburry said,
From Paris Review:
Do you keep a notebook?
No. As soon as I get an idea, I write a short story, or I start a novel, or I do a poem. So I have no need for a notebook. I do keep files of ideas and stories that didn’t quite work a year ago, five years ago, ten years ago. I come back to them later and I look through the titles. It’s like a father bird coming with a worm. You look down at all these hungry little beaks—all these stories waiting to be finished—and you say to them, Which of you needs to be fed? Which of you needs to be finished today? And the story that yells the loudest, the idea that stands up and opens its mouth, is the one that gets fed. And I pull it out of the file and finish it within a few hours.