Chapter 07: At the Butcher's (F-solo voy)

Sonja's car eased into a parking spot, right outside of a very plain white building. Above her car was the simple sign, "Jemmlar Meats." The paint was fading, gashes of wood visible through the blue and white paint. The peeling paint along the building's walls matched the sign; age and disrepair both crouched over the building with their baleful gaze.

Sighing, she crawled out of the car and tucked her shirt back into her jeans. Most of her outfit was simple, no jewelry or accessories, just a low-cut blouse and tight jeans. Even with it being late October, it was still warm out. Sonja marveled at the temperatures of California before bending over to grab her purse. She slammed the door shut and locked it with a chirp from her key chain.

Her eyes roamed over the building as she went around to the front door. The smell of meat was strong when the door opened, overwhelming her with the symphony of scents.

Inside, the entry room was very tiny, almost surprisingly. Two counters, both covered in metal, lined the walls with a single cash register in the corner. Posters on the wall showed cows and pigs with dotted lines labeling each parts and rating the quality of each cut. She paused to look at it, curious but also revolted at the same time. Her eyes glanced over the price lists, but she didn't have enough time to read it when a large, beefy man pushed through a swinging door from the back of the room.

"A customer?" His voice was smooth, with a faint southern tang that Meris also shared. Sonja got her first look at Meris' father. He had muscles and a very serious gaze from deep-set eyes. His hair was almost completely white, except for a few untidy streaks of brown that interrupted the thinning bald spot. Hairy arms flexed underneath the short-sleeved shirt, which was layered on a blood-stained apron.

"No... I'm here to pick up Meris."

He regarded her unhappily, "You must be Sonja."

One beefy hand reached out and she took it gingerly, winching as he crushed her grip. The smell of alcohol filled the room as he finally released it. She massaged her hand briefly as he turned and slammed through the swinging door. A "help wanted" sign taped to the door finally gave up the ghost and slithered to the ground.

She paused, unsure if she should follow him. A brief moment turned into a long silence between the door squealed open. Meris peeked her head out and smiled softly.

"Give me a second, dad is almost done and I... like to watch." Meris' cheeks were flushed.

"Sure... what is he doing?"

"Butchering a cow."

Sonja's opinion of Meris changed slightly when she spied a fire in the mousy girl's eyes. It was an interesting change, the first time she ever saw anything that perked the girl's attention, an interest in anything other than bashful silence. Meris' pale finger gestured and Sonja followed, hefting her purse over her shoulder. The door squeaked close behind her and she got her first look at the inner chambers of a butcher's shop.

It wasn't that impressive.

The bulk of the building was a large room, hanging with hooks of all shapes and sizes. A network of pipes covered the ceiling where the hooks hung from. Meris' father was rotating a large hunk of meat, the remains of a large cow. In his right hand, he had a bloody butcher blade. Sonja's eyes trailed down, where rivers of blood poured off the fresh meat and into the drains mounted in the floor.

Meris almost ran to a bench on the side, crawling up on it to sit down. Sonja followed, leaning against it when she reached there. Meris giggled, but it ended abruptly when a large thunk noise filled the room.

Sonja jumped at the sound. She turned her head just as Meris' father buried the blade into a joint, the impact shaking the air before the blow hacked the meat off.

He pulled down on it and a wet ripping noise filled the air. Bloody dripped from the wound and he shook it off before grinning at Sonja. "Probably don't want to watch this part, girl."

Annoyance prickled down Sonja's spine. He was trying to sicken her, but she knew from her mother that one never backs away from a challenge. "Or what?"

He responded by reaching up and slamming the blade hard into the cow. A splatter of blood splashed against his apron and she felt a faint sensation of queasiness in her stomach but fought it back.

Clearing her throat, Sonja snapped back. "And... what? You're going to yank on your meat?"

Meris' father sneered. With a brutal strength, he started to chop the cow corpse into various parts, almost following the dotted lines with the movements of an experienced man. It was impressive, not to mention the emotion he threw into it, slamming again and again, pulling off cuts of meat with his other hand. An assistant, a Latino by the looks of it, gathered up the meat from his fingers, sorting them as fast as the man chopped.

Next to her, she heard Meris panting. Surprised, she peeked over to see the frail girl shifting around, like her seat was uncomfortable. Her lips were parted slightly, tiny pants coming out with every breath. Sonja froze, watching the signs of unmistakable lust in the girl's eyes.

At first, Sonja thought it was Meris' father that was attracting the girl. It left a disgusted feeling in Sonja's stomach, but then she noticed that Meris' attention wasn't focused on the swing of the blade.

Shifting slightly, Sonja moved further back against the table to watch daughter and father at the same time. Against the wall, she caught a familiar scent of excitement, a tangy sweetness similar to her own juices when she masturbated.

The curiosity rose. Sonja glanced down to Meris' hips which were rocking slightly. A damp spot had appeared between the girl's leg and her movement smeared it against the reflective top of the table.

Another thunk shot through the air. Meris jumped, but Sonja was watching too careful to be surprised.

From her vantage point, she could see as Meris' attention followed the blade, not her father. When her father yanked a hunk of meat from the corpse, Meris' head turned to follow the meat and the assistant.

The queasiness of possible incest faded and was replaced with a growing interest in Meris' lust. The girl rocked her hips with her movements, smearing more of her juices against the table. The air smelled of pussy and Sonja found a blush crossing her cheeks at the scent of it.

Sonja had never looked at Meris that way before, but it was sexy to watch the other girl masturbating against the table. The tiny moans and whimpers rose up, matched to the thunk of the blade and the squelch of ripping meat. But, close to Meris, there was no questioning that she was getting more and more turned on with every hunk of meat that was torn off.

When her father finally finished, Meris still watched the meat being wrapped up and sorted, the rapt lust smoldering in her eyes. Even when he disappeared into a bathroom, to clean up, Meris still watched the Latino's hand carelessly wrapped up each paper, using a black marker to identify it.

"Meris...?"

The girl barely gave Sonja a glance, her breath still coming fast, "Just a few more minutes? He's almost done."

Sonja's heart beat faster too. It wasn't the meat that was turning her on, but watching Meris' excitement. She forced her voice calm when she shrugged and said, "Sure."

It wasn't until the last of the meat was wrapped up and packed in the freezer that Meris let out a long, choked off moan and shuddered. The scent of the girl's orgasm swirled around Sonja.

To Sonja's surprise, she was damp between her legs from watching. She was a bit disturbed that she had just watched a girl getting off watching a cow being butchered as much as Sonja's excitement at watching Meris. She wasn't a lesbian, she was sure of that until that moment. Now, there was a doubt.

Clearing her throat, Sonja pushed the thoughts away. "Ready?"

Too brightly, Meris nodded and ran back to the office in the corner of the room. She was wearing jeans herself and Sonja could see the damp spot barely visible between the tiny globes of her ass. Meris grabbed her bag and rushed back to Sonja.

Her father came out, a scowl on his face. "Where are you going?"

Meris paused. "Homework, Dad."

"For your cooking class?"

"Don't be silly, I'm going to help Sonja with her calculus and she is going to help me with history."

He scoffed, "Be back before ten. I'll save the liver for you."

The faint flush fading on her cheeks, Meris waves happily and drew Sonja out into the front room.

"Wasn't that wonderful?"

Still testing her curiosity, Sonja asked, "Your father?"

Making a face, Meris shook her head violently, "Ew... no, the cow."

"Being butchered?"

Meris spoke in a longing whisper, "Oh... yes..."

Sonja grinned and shook her head. "You are a strange girl."

"At least I don't have a closet full of knives next to my bedroom."

Wincing, Sonja sighed, "I should have never shown them to you."

"Why? I thought it was fascinating. How were they so sharp? It's been years, right?"

A kernel of amusement filled her as Sonja fished out her keys to unlock her car. "Kind of creepy though."

Both of them got into the car and Sonja smoothly pulled it into the traffic. They drove in silence for a long time, Meris watching the cars go by. As they started to reach the cookie-cutter houses, Sonja finally spoke up again, her thoughts giving her the urge to break the silence.

"What was the liver bit about?"

Meris looked away from the glass, "Huh?"

"The liver. Your father was going to save it."

"Oh, I like liver."

"Gross."

"Yeah... but it is..."

Sonja waited for the end of the sentence, but it never came. Instead, Meris looked back out the window with a strange expression on her face, her lips parted just slightly as her breath fogged the glass. Sonja glanced over a few more times, but her friend didn't look back.