The day had come. J. W. Hudson, his wife Paula Hudson, and their daughter Claire arrived at the hotel at 5 pm sharp. They had came in on the train to Grand Central and took the Lexington Avenue line down. Missing was Claire's younger sister Elise, who was staying with the financier of her artistic endeavors, Mr. Edward Koch. Hudson had let his daughter Elise run off to New York City, Cuba, wherever to pursue the arts. This was the 1920s, when Elise was at an age that upper class men usually wanted to marry their daughter off to respectable men. But Mr. Hudson was a forward thinking man, a feminist even. Three years of running around and Elise had found her place. Koch had taken on Elise as a model for his patron artist to sculpt from. Perhaps there was a somewhat lewd implication in the details. Koch was firmly against this and patronage by a strange older man, but Elise was already an independent woman. And Koch was a very persuasive man. He had gotten in regular correspondance with Mr. Hudson and the rest of the family and had brought them on his side. Now, the family was going to have Dinner with Koch at his Manhattan penthouse. Elise was supposed to be with them but Koch had informed them yesterday that she couldn't make it with some acting stuff she was doing on the side.

Elise had met Koch back in her acting school days. She had trouble staying in characters in very emotionally demanding roles. Her classmate Ethel Horowitz had refered her to Koch as he had helped her get over her own stage fright. All this was long ago, easily forgotten by Elise's now blank mind. She lay on a tray not registering the sound of her own family outside.

A butler greeted the Hudsons and led them to Koch's suite. Koch was waiting for them at his door and greeted the family cordially. The guests shared jovial chatter with their host.

"There's one more thing", Koch added, waiting for the guests' attention

"Take the last train to nowhere"

There was no resistance.

The three guests fell into a mindless silence.

"Yes sir, we are at your command"

All three spoke in sync in blank monotone. Koch waved the butler away and lead his guests to the table.

It was the perfect scene of a fancy, bourgeois dinner. Perfectly white table cloth. Cutlery and handkerchiefs placed for the guests. Courteous waiters serving the guests water. The four eagerly awaited their food. Paula helped herself to some bread. At 5:45, the butler wheeled out their dinner. It was a delicious course of oven roast turkey, salmon, greens, and more, all served on Elise's naked entranced body.

None of the guests noticed this. They were all deeply hypnotized. They ate while discussing lively topics such as the economy or president Coolidge. Old Man Hudson sliced off a leg of turkey off Elise's stomach and forked it onto the plate, noticing nothing out of the ordinary.

Elise's pale nubile flesh was slick with the sauces and greases of the meal. Claire dipped her finger in a drop of gravy on Elise's tummy. And then almost as if by instinct, licked the grease off her sister's pliant body down from her stomach to her crotch. Elise let out a giggle as Claire's tongue reached her clit. Paula smacked Claire for her bad table manners. Koch realized he had forgotten to give a toast to the girl of honor tonight. He stood up and raised his champaign glass. "And though Elise might not be here tonight, let's all give our most resolute hopes for her future. For Elise!"
"For Elise", the three hypnotized guests cheered.

After dinner, everyone was in the living room laughing and talking. J.W. was seated in the comfy sofa chair covered in silk. Claire was leaning over his shoulder, resting on the back. Koch lifted her skirt and started fucking her from behind. Nobody noticed a thing. Meanwhile, his servants were getting a bit handsy cleaning off tonight's human food tray in the kitchen. It was one of the benefits of the job.