At the carvery, there was now no line as everyone was free to come and help themselves from the constantly replenished sides buffet and the roasted girls on whom there was still a decent amount of good meat. As they passed through the cooking area, Samantha and her friends could not help checking on the status of the girls they had watched put on to cook. The flexible spit-roaster had stopped moving and her skin was already starting to turn a delicious golden brown so it would likely not be too long until she was ready to serve. Her cute little boobies that had jiggled so appealingly while she was being prepped now remained static as she turned over the coals, her delicate skin having become a crispy shell to contain the creamy meat within.

Although it was harder to check on her progress, there was no movement from the girl in the oven either and it was likely that she too well very close to being fully cooked. Peering in through the glass door, Samantha wondered how long she would survive once the oven door was closed. On the one hand, her own cooking would take considerably longer to complete but on the other, her more extensive gutting and stuffing would inflict a greater trauma on her body and may lead to her passing out sooner. She hoped at least that she would be conscious when she was put in and would be awake enough to enjoy cooking for at least a little while.

Although apparently still alive, in a technical sense if nothing else, as evidenced by the way her chest with its perky little upturned titties continued to rise and fall, the girl in the pot was no longer dishing out the stew but laying back in the pot, her elbows resting on the brim and head lolling back with her former duties having been delegated to a member of the black-uniformed kitchen team and her glasses resting next to the stack of clean bowls on the table beside the pot. Heeding the mermaid’s warning, they decided to skip the stew this time and just get another plate of roast meat, hoping to leave space to be able to enjoy some of all three of the current trio once they were ready. By now the rumps of both roasters were of course long gone but there was some thigh for everyone and, at the server’s recommendation, they all agreed to try some belly which he assured them was fatty but delicious and some upper arm meat.

Looking, intrigued, at the carcasses, Samantha asked if she could try some toes and since all twenty were still available, the server happily chopped them off and put them in a bowl to take back to their table to share. As they passed back by the mermaid lagoon, Lizzie was being lifted out of the water and onto a serving trolley by a rather handsome young man in the pink uniform of a server and for a moment Samantha wondered if someone had managed to order her and she was going to be cooked after all but, as the sweet teen sat on the trolley, waving to the young diners who had gathered around to watch, swishing her long, red tail, she realised that this was simply a practical measure to help the mermaids get to and from the changing room that they presumably had as walking in those tails would be totally impossible and flopping or dragging themselves across the restaurant floor very inelegant, leaving the virtually naked and mostly immobile young girls vulnerable to ridicule or worse, not to mention ruining the elegant illusion of the mermaid lagoon for the true believers among Sidney’s’ younger clientele.

To be continued...