Part 8

It had been another break with protocol in honour of the occasion and the fact that there were three girls taking the role of “Star of the Show” in this very special performance rather than the one that there might be on other occasions in the future. The twelve dancing girls had all arrived around the same time, undressed and put their clothes in the lockers, all apart from Samantha, Jennifer and Rebecca who put theirs into clearly-marked plastic bags ready to be returned to their parents, then showered together and used the provided wall-mounted hair-dryers to dry their hair. Then the team of makeup artists hired to help with the living statues and mermaids that night had come in to work on the dancers too – this was a rare, extra treat. Not something they could look forward to before every performance.

It was then that the trio had been taken aside and ushered into the small side-room where the mats and other dance and gymnastic equipment they used to train were kept. They saw that a thin plastic sheet had been laid out on the floor on top of the soft mats.

“Here’s a bowl of warmed oil.” the young woman assistant had grinned. “You’ve got twenty minutes then we need to fix your hair and makeup. Make sure to get a good coating of oil everywhere!” she put a very suggestive emphasis on the last word the blew them a kiss, closing the door behind her as she left.

“What are you? My mum putting on my sun-cream?” Rebecca had teased as Samantha had begun rubbing the oil into her shoulders while Jennifer was oiling her own arms.

“They said we had to get oiled up?” Samantha had been puzzled.

“Yeah and if that was all they expected, they could have done us out there with the others,” Rebecca had pointed out, “and it would have taken less than five minutes. But instead they’ve shut us together in here for twenty minutes. Three naked girls with less than an hour left to live and a big bowl of warm oil! What exactly do you think they expect us to do?”

“But why would…?” Samantha had began but Jennifer cut her off.

“Ooh I get it!” the lithe blonde had interjected. “If we… you know, do that together then not only will the hormones it releases make our meat even tastier but it will give an extra energy to our performance!”

“Exactly!” Rebecca had licked her lips. “Pass me the bowl, Sam, and let me get that delicious cunt of yours ready to take the spit!”

By the time the assistant came back to collect them, the girls had been writhing around on the plastic sheet, their bodies all gleaming with oil, their lips, tongues and teeth exploring each other and their fingers buried in each other’s most intimate areas. It had been quite a wrench to have to break off their passionate intimacies but they all knew that the pleasures they had experienced so far were nothing compared to the pleasures that awaited them.

Along with the other girls, they had been given thick black eye-liner, dark green eye-shadow and deep crimson lipstick. The difference between the three featured girls and their team-mates was, however, that the makeup used on them was a specially developed edible type – far more expensive than the regular makeup used for the other dancers but considered by everyone to be so worth while!

Both Samantha’s dark, shoulder-length hair and Jennifer’s much longer golden locks were tied in ponytails while Rebecca’s long brunette hair was tied in bunches either side of her head.

The song came to an end with Rebecca turning her back to the audience and looking at them over her shoulder, displaying her deliciously meaty rump, while the other two leaned up against her, their knees bent and each with one hand on Rebecca’s closest buttock and the other raised and leaning backwards so their fingers could intertwine above the brunette’s head.

The audience broke into wild applause as the dancers broke formation to take their bow. For most of the team, this was the end of their first performance and in a few minutes they would be showering and dressing ready to enjoy the complimentary meal they had been promised but for Samantha, Rebecca and Jennifer, their final performance was only just getting under way!

The house lights came up to the sound of rapturous applause and for the first time Samantha was able to see her audience, the people who had enjoyed her performance and were very much looking forward to eating her. There were her parents, of course, Hunter and his wife along with their son and daughter, Carla the manager and her wife, Rebecca and Jennifer’s families and lots of other smartly-dressed people she didn’t recognise although some looked a little familiar as if she might have seen them on television or in a movie.

Not that it mattered who there were, really. They were all there to eat her and her two friends and, whatever rich, important people and celebrities might be among the guests sitting around the tables in the vast dining room, the girls were the stars for that evening!

As the applause died down, the backup dancers filed off the stage through the two doors back down into the training room while Samantha, Rebecca and Jennifer made their way down the steps to the public cooking area which was now very well lit. Not wanting to miss this most exciting part of the show, all the diners got up from their seats and gathered behind the safety ropes, allowing the children to push their way to the front so they would have a great view of the action.

There were no more speeches or further explanations as Samantha had thought there might be, the three were immediately swarmed with assistants eager to get on with the cooking. But it made sense, she reflected. After all, everyone there was familiar with Sidney’s and the signature cooking methods used in the public carvery area and they were there to eat. If she was among the guests, Samantha thought to herself as the tingling between her legs became almost unbearable, her virgin, pre-teen cunt hungry for her oiled steel lover, she would be anxious to see the meat start cooking too! The sweet-natured girl found herself thinking about how long it would take for her and her friends to cook and hoping that the guests had been provided with some light appetisers at least so they would not be too hungry while they waited.

Getting simple matters out of the way first, all the girls’ hair was fixed up against their heads so it would not be in the way while they cooked then Jennifer was helped to climb the small set of steps so that she could sit on the wide, rounded rim of the stew pot. To the delight of the hungry audience, she waved and blew a kiss as she swung her long, shapely legs around then lowered herself gracefully into the already bubbling broth.