The Island Owner closed the door behind him, then blinked.  "This is new," he said with an honest bit of surprise.  "What have we here?"

There was a single spotlight shining down on a clear marble kitchen table.  On it, was a large silver platter, and a small stand. On the stand was the smiling head of the woman who came to his resort every year, each time with a different batch of women who shared a fetish.  She was grinning ear to ear.

On the platter was her body.  No, the Island Owner decided, that wasn't the correct term. Her arms were detached, standing on their stumps with a knife and fork in each. The torso that laid on the platter looked like hers, it was certainly matched her size and colouration. Legs were missing.

"Oh, nothing much," she said. "I just figured that you might like something for dessert."

"You're going to have to walk me through this," the Island Owner approached to the edge of the table.  The body, it was... was perfectly formed, and was that ... frosting?

"You see," her arms bent down, and the knife in the left hand carefully slid into the side of the body, "I decided I needed to celebrate another successful trip with a celebratory cake.  Only." she cut again, and slid out piece of her side, the skin-coloured frosting covering a white inside, "I found I had no ingredients. So I made myself into a cake to enjoy."  With the fork, she stabbed the separate piece, and brought it to her mouth, where she bit into it with a blush.

"I'm impressed," the Island Owner was honest. "Not everyone can do that sort of thing without help."

"Thank you!" the Club Head replied between bites.  "Would you like a piece?"

Wanting to see where this went, the Island Owner nodded. "Sure.  Plates?"

"No need!" she finished off her piece, then brought the knife and fork over her body. "Cake can be a finger food just as easy.  What would you like?"

"Well," the Island Owner looked her nude cake form over.  "What would you recommend?"  He ran a finger over the body, and watched as she reacted like it was still her skin.

"I'm glad you asked!"  The Head pointed at her stomach. "Most of me is nice and fluffy and soft, a wonderful mixture that can be devoured at any time without feeling guilty."  She them pointed to her breasts, rising still above the rest of her. "These are filled with creamy goodness, though I don't know what flavour yet."  She then pointed at her crotch. "And there's something special there."

"I think I'll go for that later," the Island Owner said as he pointed with one finger. "I think I'll try that first," he pressed his finger to her left breast, and then pushed in.

The Head gasped as he rotated his finger inside her breast before pulling out a gloop of cream. He tasted it, licking his finger clean before pronouncing, "Sweet lemon."  She responded by carefully scooping some of her filling onto her fork, and feeding herself in that awkward manner. It was!  With a nice tang to it too.

"Mmmm," she hummed as she swallowed.  Where it went, she didn't think about.  "What next?" she offered her body.

"Let's jump right to the prize," the Island Owner smirked.  "What do you have for me?"

"With pleasure!" The Head reached down, and carefully began to cut around her maidenhead.  Slicing into her leg stumps, then up and around, she carefully preserved her folds.  Then, she lifted it clear, her cheeks flushed with the sensations she was getting from her loins. Carefully balancing it on her fork, she set down the knife, then transferred the new piece to her free hand.

"Eat me," she offered and commanded the Island Owner.

He took the piece from her hand, and with eyes locked to hers, licked it.

She shivered as much as she could, just a head and arms.

Then he bit.

"AHN!" She yelled as he chewed on her, swallowing, then going for a second bite.

He stopped chewing as she panted, rolling the cake inside his mouth for a moment before swallowing.  He rolled out his tongue, and plucked something from it.  "What's this?" he asked as he held up the cherry that was hidden inside the cake.  "Is this what I think it is?"

She nodded, eyes eager and wide.

"Oh, well, if you insist," he placed the cherry between his teeth, then bit down, cutting the small fruit in half and dripping juice.

"YES!" she cried out as he grinned, taking the last half, and putting it to her lips.  She eagerly took it, and chewed, waves of pleasure coursing up through her.  "That was better than I hoped for!"

"I'm glad to hear that," the Island Owner said.  "And I have to say, you've given me some ideas for this summer."

She was glad she was already contributing.

"But, I do have to point something out to you."

"What?" She worried that she had missed something..

"I can always do better."  The Island Owner raised the cutting knife that he had picked up without her noticing, and brought it down on the Club Head's head.

The two halves fell apart, her hair now strings of frosting, her eyes sugar candy.  Inside the two halves, a red jelly pooled in the open space, somehow not spilling out as the halves rolled back and forth.  He stuck a finger in one half for a taste. "Strawberry," he said to himself before plucking her eyes out, the hard sugars glazed over as he set then down to one side where they could see the proceedings. "After all, I am the Island Owner around here, and I can't let my hired help upstage me."

He raised the knife and fork, and enjoyed.