Part 7

With the girls in place, the happily doomed trio front and centre, the stage lights came on and the black-tie and evening-dress wearing audience of diners applauded. Samantha took a deep breath, trying to ignore the almost throbbing tingle between her legs, a need that he knew would be satisfied soon enough, and readied herself to give the performance of her life. The opening beats of the song blared through the speakers and it was time for the show to begin!

The green, red and orange-tinged lights directed at the dancers made it difficult for Samantha to see the audience but she knew that her parents were out there, along with Rebecca’s parents and two younger brothers and Jennifer’s mum with her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s daughter who was nine years old, the adults all dressed in black tie and elegant dresses and the children dressed as if they were going to a wedding, Rebecca’s little brothers looking so cute in their matching blue shirts and bow-ties!

Since this was a performance for invited guests only, there was not the normal requirement to keep the performance family-friendly with the result that the dancing, from the three featured girls in particular, was far more sensual and erotic than would normally be seen on the stage of any Sidney’s Family Restaurant. As they were of similar body types, Samantha and Jennifer were positioned either side of Rebecca with the more voluptuous girl in the middle, proudly flaunting her meaty young body to those who would soon be eating her.

For this performance, the other nine girls were little more than back-up dancers for the three but none of them resented this. This was, after all, the trios first and only performance and the very next day they would be performing a more egalitarian and age-appropriate version of this dance for a dining room crowded with the public. Still mostly naked, of course, but with less seductive movements and suggestive hip-thrusts.

It seemed to the audience, mostly correctly, as if every move made by the three stars had been choreographed to make those who watched hungry for their meat. There was a lot of fingers being run down oily chests and thrusting of shapely rumps and the girls shamelessly broadcast the menu.

As she pressed her budding chest into Rebecca’s back and grabbed the curvier girl’s puppy-fat titties while she reached behind and grabbed Samantha’s rump with both hands, Jennifer sliding down and back up against her as if she were a stripper pole, Samantha couldn’t help remembering the day she and the other girls had come in for their meat inspection. The day it had all become real to her.

Although they were not on the menu, hygiene and food safety regulation required that any girls who would be naked in the dining area, whether they be dancers, mermaids or living statues, must receive regular meat-standard inspections and pass the same health-test required of the girls who would actually be served. Although this was something of an extra burden and inconvenience to the restaurant management, it also had its advantages since many of the mermaids especially tended to list themselves on the special order menu and it meant that, should a party of private diners take a shine to them and decide to order them, that order could be processed quickly with minimum hassle. While it was not particularly unusual for dancers from other branches to volunteer, they did not generally make themselves available for special order, preferring to take the starring role in their final show and cook in public, enjoying their last moment in the limelight.

All twenty-one girls from the newly-appointed dance troupe had attended together to have their checks done. It had been fun for them all to strip off in the meat-girl changing room, or undressing room as it was more accurately described, a warm but basic tiled room with wooden benches and TVs on the wall showing cooking scenes and Sidney’s promo videos, just off the main reception area. Samantha had heard some of the staff refer to it as “the neutral zone” or sometimes “the portal” as girls went in through one set of doors as people and left through the other set as meat. Different facilities were available for the mermaids and of course the dancers had their own area, linked to their rehearsal space, where they had changed for the audition but that day they were just meat-girls like any other and so would be undressing where the other meat girls undressed. Of course girls did sometimes pass back through “the portal” the other way – girls who had come to sign up but who were not scheduled to cook for a few more days, but it was very unusual for such a large group to go in and all come back out.

To make the visit more interesting for the girls, they had been given a tour of the kitchen – all the equipment brand new, gleaming and yet to be used. Then, in groups of five, they had been taken into the examination rooms, little bigger than broom closets but at least comfortable and private, and had a blood sample taken along with swabs from inside their cheeks and from the inside of their sweet, preteen vaginas. The samples had been put into the machine on the desk and, while they waited for the results, photographs were taken front, back and sides.

Once everyone had been tested, photographed and cleared, they were sent to get dressed again. All apart from the chosen trio who were invited to stay behind and be introduced to the chefs and assistants who would be preparing them. The workers had been warm and friendly but also very professional, clearly seeing the three young girls, or rather, their tender young bodies, as ingredients to be worked with. Samantha had found it especially thrilling when she was felt up all over by the young man and woman who were assessing her meat. Although she knew from the moment she had agreed at the audition that she would be cooked and eaten, it was the chef’s hands on her perky rump that had brought the reality of it home. It had been no surprise at all to her to see Rebecca absolutely loving every second of her inspection, discussing the different parts of her body matter-of-factly with the assistants as they looked at and felt her all over, even climbing up onto one of the metal counters and posing on all fours to allow an inspection that was quite a lot more intimate and thorough than strictly necessary.


Now, up on the stage with her hands on Rebecca’s chest, Rebecca’s hands on her rump and all three of their oiled bodies pressed hard against each other, Samantha couldn’t help stealing a glance over at the public cooking area with its three different cooking methods where the three delicious dancers would soon meet their extremely tasty ends. The stew pot, the glass-sided oven and, most important of all to Samantha, the spit!

In time to the music, the girls switched so that now Rebecca grabbed Jennifer’s almost-flat chest while the lithe blonde ground her rump into Rebecca’s crotch, reaching back to squeeze the brunette’s rump and digging her nails in a little harder than necessary while Samantha turned and writhed back to back with Rebecca, massaging her own well-oiled chest and remembering the fun the three of them had been allowed to have while oiling each other up.