Pt 2

Despite the number of girls who seemed to be there for cooking, the kitchen was not especially big. Unlike the much larger and better known Sidney’s Family Restaurant chain, Gretel’s franchises tended not to offer a carvery or even have a traditional public dining room. The format had been devised by one of the many British entrepreneurs who spotted an opportunity once British law was brought into line with American, permitting the slaughter and consumption of young girls but the far stricter British monopoly laws had denied Roebuck Inc., the parent company of Sidney’s, an exclusive licence.

The Gretel’s model was designed to operate in far small establishments, some of which had as few as one or two rooms, or to be run within the premises of a larger business such as a pub of guest-house. Girls would volunteer in much the same way as for the larger chain but cooked to order only for private parties. This particular franchise was one of the largest with eight different rooms, some of which could seat as many as fifty diners for parties where three or even four girls would be served. There were also the more intimate rooms for couples on dates or families looking to celebrate a special occasion.

“Ah, hello!” The white-uniformed assistant chef welcomed Kerry as she tentatively entered the kitchen, her new friend following closely behind. “Kerry, isn’t it?” The teenager nodded. “Great! I was just about to come and find you. Your diners have arrived and they’re eager to meet their dinner. Come with me, please!”

“Good luck!” Emma grinned up at her.

“Thanks!” the redhead bit her lower lip. “This is weird but kinda exciting!” She wondered for a moment whether she would rather be in a situation like her new young friend, knowing exactly why was going to be eating her and that they were people who loved her. But she was pretty sure she preferred her own predicament.

There was something incredibly thrilling about the idea that a group of strangers had selected her from a menu for no other reason than they thought she looked tasty and, when she met them in a few moments, would be viewing her as nothing more than meat. Her hobbies and interests, talents, life-experiences, friendships and crushes – none of this would mean anything to them. She was their food and they had ordered her the way they would order a pizza!

“I’ll tell you all about them when I get back.” Kerry promised Emma. “If you’re still here that is!” As she was led away, she saw the large-breasted girl with the little sister emerge from the shower area, the older girl carrying the younger. She wondered how they were going to be cooked and wondered if she would get to see any of it? With the number of girls both in the shower and now making their way into the kitchen, it was clearly going to be a busy evening!

The kitchen area with the communal shower off it was in the basement of the building. At least three different sets of stairs led up from it, each one leading to a number of different rooms. All the food could be delivered by dumb waiters but the staff and live meat-girls had to travel under their own power. Kerry was grateful to find the room where her diners were waiting was only two floors up and the stairs were quite steep – she did not want their first real-life impression of her to be sweaty and out of breath, especially as she had just showered!

Outside the room, the assistant chef knocked and waited politely. Kerry took a few deep breaths to steady her nerve and was suddenly very aware of her own nakedness. Sure, she had been naked in the shower around the other girls and had stripped off for the photos on the website but that had felt different somehow – less exposed as there had only been two other people present at the time and as for the shower and kitchen, there was no shame or embarrassment at being naked if everyone around you was too. Now, on the other hand, she was about to be ushered into a room of she did not know how many strangers, all fully dressed, but a chef who was also fully dressed, and stand in front of them in the nude while they appraised her body with their eyes.

“Come in!” A deep voice from within responded. The chef ushered Kerry in front of her then reached around to turn the door handle. The naked teen took a final deep breath as the door swung open and stepped inside to face the people who would very soon be consuming her delicious young body.