Pt 1

“Anything special happening today, Dad?” Jenny asked, helping to raise the shutters and put the signs outside her dad’s butcher shop like she did every day during the school holidays. It looked like it was going to be a very sunny day and she had a favour to ask so was doing her best to be extra helpful.

“Not much that I can remember…” He flicked through the large desk-diary and checked that day’s date. “There’s a lady bringing her daughter in at eleven for a straight-forward slaughter and clean so that shouldn’t take too long and I have a couple of appraisals booked for this afternoon but otherwise a pretty regular day. Why?”

“Umm, well some of my friends are going to the village fair this afternoon and asked me to go with them so I was wondering if I could have the afternoon off?” Although, at ten years old, Jenny was too young to help with any of the actual butchering or even minding the shop, she made a great advert! It had even been her idea to begin with when she was bored of sitting in the back with her comics one warm day and, since that day when she was seven years old, it had become a fairly regular thing on days when she was not at school for the cute little blonde to stand naked outside the shop handing out leaflets to passers-by and advertising the fact that her dad’s shop specialised in girl-meat.

A lot of her friends found it strange that she did this so willingly and often asked if she didn’t mind the way boys and men looked at her and whether she was worried that somebody might ask to buy her. She would always laugh and explain that men that looked at her that way were just silly but the attention was fun and that, if anyone asked to buy her as at least three people would every day she was there, her dad would tell them that she was from his own private stash and not for sale!

“Sure thing, honey.” He smiled at her warmly. “Hope you have fun! You know what, you could actually save me a job if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Sure!” She grinned delightedly. “Thank you, Daddy! What is it?”

“I promised the organisers I’d donate some girl-burgers,” he explained, “it’s for a good cause and it’s good publicity for the shop! Plus it’s not like they cost me much, just the time it takes to make them, really!” Henny understood that the burgers, while tasty, were made from the scraps and off-cuts from the girls her dad butchered, the parts that would never sell on their own. It was still good meat, of course, and the burgers were very tasty but it was true that they were pretty much just left-overs so any money he made from them was bonus and pure profit. Giving a couple of boxes of them away to a charity event was great and basically free publicity. “If you’re going anyway, maybe you can save me a trip or sending one of my lads and take them for me?”

“Of course, Daddy!” She grinned.

“Oh but there’s quite a lot of them and they’re pretty heavy. Don’t know if you’d be able to manage them all…”

“Don’t worry,” smiled the young girl, “my friends are meeting me here. What is there? Three boxes? We can take one each and take it in turns if our arms get tired!”

“Ah! That’s okay then!” Her dad chuckled, “So which friends are these?”

“Amy and Charlie, you know them!” He pondered for a moment and the vague image of two brunette sisters, pretty close in age, floated into his memory. He nodded in agreement even ‘though he was not entirely certain. “Then there’s Beth, Niamh and Mandy. You don’t know them.”

“Ah! Fair enough!” her dad laughed. “Well in that case, yes, I suppose the five of you will be able to manage three boxes between you! What time are they coming by?”

“Two, I think.” She gave a little smile as she pondered, happy that her dad had been so understanding. “Don’t worry, I’ll still advertise for you this morning!”

“I was just about to ask!” he chuckled. “Well, ten minutes until opening if you wanted to get ready”

“Okay, Daddy!” She perched up on tip-toes and puckered her lips, her usual signal for her dad to lean over so that she could kiss him on the cheek. Having done so, she happily skipped off to the office at the back of the store to take her clothes off while her dad finished getting ready to open.

By the time she emerged back into the shop, nude as any meat-girl but secure in the knowledge that she was not going to end up on the menu any time soon, Jenny saw that her dad’s two assistants – a young man called Tim and a teenage girl called Adriana, had arrived and taken their places behind the counter.

“Hey there!” She happily greeted them as she collected her stack of flyers from the counter.

“Hey Pork-chop!” Tim laughed, using the pet-name he had given her within his fist week of working there over two years ago – one that she found she very much enjoyed. “Looking tasty today!”

“Thanks!” the little girl giggled and blushed ever so slightly.

She had been outside for less than half an hour when he dad came out to talk to her. Despite being fairly early in the day, the sun was warm and she felt no discomfort at all from her nudity, almost feeling sorry for the passers-by who had clothes on!

“How’s it going out here?” he asked, leaning on the door-frame.

“Not bad.” Jenny smiled happily up at him. “Given out quite a few leaflets and there was a group of teenage girls who seemed pretty interested!”

“Good.” her dad smiled. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Did it hurt?” teased Jenny.

“A bit!” laughed her dad, well used to his daughter’s humour. “But I was wondering if your friends might be up for earning a bit of spending money.”

“Probably!” Jenny confirmed happily. “What are you thinking?”