Take a Hint - Part 1

“You’re sure that it’s no trouble?” Celia asked me, as I pressed down on my key fob, unlocking the passenger side door. I shook my head.

“Really, I don’t mind. What are friends for? I’m just sorry Brendan couldn’t take you.” We both got in and settled in our seats, as I turned the key making my old piece of shit shake.

“Yeah, but you know how his dad is.” She chuckled. Yeah, I did. Brendan’s dad was a tough man, was all business and no fun. And for whatever reason, even since we were kids, he felt the need not only to impose that on his own son, but his son’s best friend too. Neither of us bought into it, but I could at least tell him to fuck off – he wasn’t my dad, after all. Brendan wasn’t so lucky. He was even having to miss his girlfriend’s slaughter date because of it.

“Yeah. So, how far do you want me to go with you? Do you want me to just drop you off? Or-“

“If you got somewhere to be, just say so.” She smirked.

“Nah, it isn’t that. I’ll even stay and watch you on the line.”

“That desperate to see me naked, huh?” Celia pushed her light blonde bob cut out of her light blue eyes, staring daggers into my flustered face. She always knew how to tease me, ever since freshman year.

“I’m asking if you want me with you when you die and you still find a way to make fun of me. Why am I surprised?” I shift out of park and look behind to leave my space.

“You can come with me all the way. I don’t mind. In all seriousness, I think I might need a friendly face around, you know?” She said, letting the teasing and snide comments aside.

“Sure.” I press the gas and turn onto the road. “So, how are you feeling about it all?”

“What do you expect me to say, Jay? I don’t know how I feel about it, it just is how it is. Can’t say I’m looking forward to being gutted and butchered, but it ain’t like I get much a say, right?” She snapped again. Maybe it was a little inconsiderate to ask.

“Right, sorry I asked. Do you know where your meat’s going?”

“Why do you think I want to talk about any of this?”

“What the hell else am I supposed to talk about, Ce? What, you wanna talk about the weather or the fuckin’ trees?” I took a turn right. We’d be getting to the plant shortly.

“It’s staying here, in Greensborough. At least, that’s what the notice says.” She finally relented. “I’m just glad I ain’t cafeteria meat, you know?”

“Yeah, those chefs, they always know how to disgrace a girl’s memory, don’t they? And it’s always the sweet ones too, Gracie Jones, Emmie Marra, but you know who really should have been in their grill or oven or whatever they used to turn girls to charcoal?” I gave Celia a quick glance, and I could see her smirking again.

“Krissy Ming.” She answered, with only half a beat.

“Krissy fuckin’ Ming. Hated her.”

“Everyone hated Krissy, and her ‘oh my god, I went from a 99 to a 98 in calculus’ or her ‘Gracie didn’t try hard enough in class.’ Fuck her. You know she’s married with kids? And I was right under her in class, and I gotta be meat. World’s real fair, ain’t it?” Celia turned her head towards the window.

Soon after, I parked in the parking lot. She looked at me a little sad, and we sat in the car for a minute or two, before we both decided we had to go in. I walked by her side up to the plant, where she gave her name, Celia Browne, her age, 17, and her designation, Meat. I just had to say I was here for moral support, and I was given a badge that said I was a guest. We stepped inside, where several dozen girls of all teen ages were stripping off their clothes, and their male companions – save for a couple of moms or aunts – were watching and trying to offer some kind of comfort. I met Celia’s eyes, and quickly looked away. She giggled.

“You can watch if you want, it doesn’t matter too much to me.” She said. I turned my gaze back to her. She lifted Brendan’s red sweatshirt over her head, revealing a perfect, flat, pale stomach, and two ripe C-cup breasts adorned with puffy pink nipples. I followed her curves down to a pair of black sweatpants, that hid and held her hips from the world. In the corner of my eye, I saw her smile, as she pulled them down slowly, then back up. She did this a couple of times, before turning around and taking them off, letting me see her little bubble butt, and shapely cream colored thighs. She spun around on her heels, and I watched as her perfect girly body jiggled, before revealing to me a smooth, plump pubic mound, with just the slightest hint of a girl’s inner lips poking out.

My jaw was agape. I had always known Celia was good looking, but I had never known just how unbelievably sexy she was. I think she knew her effect on me, because she teased me, I’m sure, but I didn’t hear.

“Hey, look, I know it’s everything you ever wanted, but eyes off the merchandise. It’s time for me to get graded.” She said, and I waited with her in line, taking peeks at her body when she would let me. We got to the front of the line, and I was told to stand aside as a man about half my height took his time to grade her. Celia was beginning to look nervous now.

The man asked for her name and age again, and then began to feel her up. He started low, at her calves, up to her thighs, massaging and squeezing, slipping a finger into her perfect girlhood and her rectum, giving her ass a groping, and then taking the time to write down some numbers on his clipboard, before gripping her stomach and breasts, massaging her shoulders and back, squeezing her arms, before concluding her grade was B. If Celia was a B, I was excited to maybe one day see an A. He also tattooed the number 742 on her right thigh, with the letter B next to it. Celia smiled nervously at me.