The curvy ebony and slim redhead made their way to the center of the arena, which acted as a makeshift stage. The roasting pit was right next to it, and a metal roasting frame and two spits stood on display, ready for the two girls. Mr. Meat addressed the crowd.

"Today I will demonstrate my company's latest innovation for you: the all new, revolutionary, patent pending, Meat Girl Hair Spray!" he proclaimed enthusiastically while he pulled away a piece of cloth that had been covering the items on the table next to him.

The flamboyant uncovering revealed five brightly colored spray bottles, reminiscent of normal hair spray cans but with a cartoon-like illustration of a meat girl with big locks of blonde hair. The crowd applauded loudly, but the din immediately diminished when Mr. Meat continued his pitch.

"This is not just any hairspray," he continued, "it is specifically designed for meat girls. Since the introduction of girl meat, live roasting over an open flame has been one of the most popular, and in my humble opinion tastiest, ways to prepare girls. However, this method poses a problem. How do you keep the hair from burning?"

Many affirmative "mmh's" and "aah's" were heard throughout the audience, as this was clearly a familiar problem amongst girl meat aficionados.

"Well," Mr. Meat continued, "some cover it with ugly foil contraptions and some shave it completely off. Both of these methods have significant drawbacks, the most important of which being the inability of the onlookers to appreciate the girl's full beauty while she cooks. We also want our dear girls to feel good about their appearance when they're turning over the coals or roasting in a hot oven."

Mr. Meat winked at Grace and Naomi, who listened patiently even though they were rather eager to get cooking right away.

"Faced with this challenge, I and my dedicated team of skilled researchers have developed an easy-to-use spray that protects hair from burning and preserves its appearance, from the moment it is applied to the girl's hair until she is fully cooked and ready to serve! This product will be sure to find popularity among professional and home cooks alike!"

The audience applauded enthusiastically once again, the clapping of hands complimented with whistles and cheers. If the product could do what Mr. Meat had promised sales would no doubt be booming. The skilled entrepreneur of course knew this and was going to show just how excellent his product was by demonstrating it live in front of the crowd.

First he had the girls tie each others hair up. Grace's frizzy, dark hair was set up in two cute buns at the back of her head, and Naomi's long fiery locks were tamed into a thick braid.

Next, Mr. Meat picked up one of the spray cans, removed the lid, and applied a generous coating of it on the girls' heads.

"The product only contains edible substances, and it won't affect the taste at all. That way, you can apply as much spray as necessary without spoiling the meat. The meat close to the hair, like the cheeks, will remain as tasty as ever!" he informed the audience.

"Hey, meat-man!" Naomi cried, making him turn towards her. "Would the spray work on pubes too?" she asked, a mischievous grin on her adorable face. The audience laughed, and Mr. Meat laughed with them, before he answered her question.

"Well, in theory it should work just the same, but who on earth wants hair in their food?"

"At least that won't be a problem here!" the redhead exclaimed and thrust her hips forward, showing off her silky smooth pubic area. This was met with more laughter, whistles and cat-calls from the audience. Mr. Meat loved enthusiastic meat girls, and let her take center stage for a few moments, thrusting her hips from side to side provocatively. When she had finished her antics, Mr. Meat continued his speech.

"Now, while the spray dries we can continue prepping the girls," he said, popping the lid back on the can. "Or would you perhaps like to do it yourselves?" he asked suggestively while two assistants placed a tub of slick cooking oil in front of the girls. "I think you know what to do!"

Naomi and Grace smiled at each other, dipped their hands in the oil, and started applying it to each others delectable teen bodies. Naomi loved the softness of Grace's large breasts and she kneaded them with their hands like they were dough, pinching the nipples just hard enough for Grace to let out a little squeal every now and then. Grace adored playing with Naomi's smaller, but impeccably shaped titties. She knew that her lover's nipples were on the sensitive side, and knowing how she was making Naomi feel by rubbing them excited her.

Soon they realized that their hands wasn't the only available method of applying oil, and they started rubbing their boobies against each other, to the great excitement of the crowd. The girls eagerly continued the show, caressing, grabbing and stroking each other in a very erotic display until the oil covered them from head to toe.

Finally, the girls were ready to be mounted on their spits. After a long, suave kiss, marking the last time they were ever going to see each other's faces, the girls were strapped into a metal frame resembling a cage. They were mounted front to front, but in opposing directions into a "69" pose. Naomi's face was only inches away from Grace's pussy, and she was able to lick it if she stretched her neck a little. This, rather than being a consequence of the device was it's purpose; it would allow the lovers to pleasure each other right up until their final moments. The girls would be cooked while mounted to the device, and thus a spit wasn't strictly necessary, but given that this was a show aiming to please an audience a spitting or two was obligatory.

After securing the girls in place with heat proof wires, it was time for the spitting, which was to be done anally to allow the girls access to each other's teen pussies. Grace felt a bit nervous since she hadn't had anything up her sweet black butt before, unlike Naomi who liked a bit of butt-play now and then. As a consequence, Grace knew what the inside of an asshole felt like from pleasing her lover, but not how it felt like to have her own butt played with.

She watched closely, filled with horny anticipation, as the workers lined up the spit with Naomi's asshole just inches from her face, while the same procedure was happening on the other end. One of the workers unable to resist giving Grace's virgin asshole a little probing before the spit would force its way through, and she let out a little yelp in response.

The workers worked in perfect synchronization so that whatever Grace saw happening with Naomi simultaneously happened to herself. The workers rested the tip of the spit against Naomi's hole to make sure the angle and position was perfectly right, and Grace immediately felt something sharp poke her own puckered hole. Naomi's pink opening twitched in reaction to the cold metal, a sight that Grace found very arousing. Once the men were sure that both spits were positioned correctly, they slowly pushed them in.

"Ooh," Grace moaned.

At first it just felt weird, like the intruder wasn't supposed to be there. Remembering what Naomi had taught her about anal sex, Grace tried to relax as much as possible. There was no point in resisting after all, as the razor sharp, slick metal would win out no matter what she did. As the spit went further in it stretched her ass more and started to feel uncomfortable. At the same time though, Grace felt the unmistakable sensation of being filled up, just the same feeling as she would get from Naomi's fingers or from a sex toy in her pussy. It was a different feeling, but simultaneously a familiar one. While the spit was pushed slowly into her, Grace was finally beginning to understand why Naomi liked anal play so much.