A small audience had started to gather at the public cooking area but, being so early in the evening, the majority of the clientele were families with children so the girls were easily able to slip in behind the little ones but in front of the adults to get a good view of proceedings. There was no sign of any new girls yet although the roasted pair on the counter looked incredibly appetising. It seemed like quite a long time since they had been taken off the spit and out of the oven respectively but Samantha remembered hearing on a cooking program once that it was best for cooked meat to sit for a little bit before being carved to be at its juiciest when served.

Looking at the two, golden-brown roasted carcasses, it struck Samantha that she had no idea who they were, nor would she ever. Perhaps things were a little different in the private dining rooms where the guests chose specific girls in advance but in the main area of the restaurant at least, Sidney’s did not display any details of the meat they served. No names or photographs of the girls before cooking. They were simply food, delicious ingredients to be enjoyed. Although she had opted to be eaten by family and friends, people who knew and cared about here, Samantha could not deny there was a slight thrill in the idea of being totally anonymous meat! Giving up her life any any potential future to provide a tasty meal for people she was close to was an exciting prospect on its own but to be eaten by people to whom you meant nothing more than a McDonald’s hamburger, enjoyed at the time but soon forgotten about, that was something else entirely and, while she was very happy with the path she had chosen for herself, she could absolutely understand the appeal of this alternative for others!

Was that how Emily felt, she wondered? While the butcher who was due to carry out her harvest did label all packages of girl-meat with a small photograph along with the name and date of birth of the girl it came from, how many people actually cared about or even paid attention to that? Outside people like themselves who had met her and placed their order based on their encounter, it would be little more than a curiosity to the people who bought her meat. Nobody was likely to be raising glass to her over dinner or even remember her name once the wrapping the meat had come in was thrown out with the rest of the kitchen rubbish.

One of the black-uniformed staff spoke into a radio he carried clipped to his belt, presumably to indicate that they were done with the cleaning and ready to start cooking again and there was a general hubbub of excitement as three naked girls, chatting and giggling together happily as they walked, were led out of the kitchen doors at the far end of the dining room. There were smaller doors next to the stage where Samantha was sure she had noticed the kitchen staff in their black uniforms coming and going so the girls could easily have been brought out that way and straight to the cooking area but, as with everything at Sidney’s, the spectacle was just as important as the food itself and so it had become customary for the girls cooked in public to be paraded through the dining room first, a tradition that was equally enjoyed by diners and meat-girls alike!

As the naked girls approached, stopping now and then to acknowledge comments from diners or to say hello to people they knew, Samantha and her friends tried to guess which of them would be cooked by what method.

“Don’t you kinda wish that was us?” Caroline whispered to the others. “When the waiter said we had to go to the kitchen, I didn’t hate the idea!”

“They should put you on the spit!” Ella giggled. “And me in the oven!”

“Hey!” Samantha pouted as if gravely offended. “That would mean I’d go in the pot! My meat’s way too good to waste like that!”

“Good point!” Ella giggled again. “I can’t wait for my oven-roast turkey on Christmas Day!” She made a show of licking her lips and all three giggled although Samantha could not help feeling proud at how much the younger girl seemed to be looking forward to enjoying her!


To be continued...