“You’re wondering if I’d like to adopt the Sidney look for the party?” Mollie chuckled. “Well,” she mused cheekily, “it’s not official uniform, on the other hand we often arrange to dress to theme upon client request. I’ve been a hula girl, a Roman slave, a saloon girl, an Egyptian priestess, even an Ancient Greek with one boob out…” She smiled as she thought back over the plethora of costumes she had worn in the course of her work, often provided by the clients and some theatrical quality while others had clearly come from the local party shop. “Of course it is normally all discussed in advance but, you know what?” She grinned. “I think we can make an exception on this occasion! If that’s okay with the rest of my team, of course? What do you say, boys?” She turned to the two young men with her hands on her hips. “Think you can handle seeing me in my birthday suit?” Doug and Cole exchanged slightly nervous glances. “Don’t worry!” she rolled her eyes. “The only way either of you are going to have to strip off is if there isn’t enough Timbo to go around and we have to invoke emergency protocol seven seven two!”

“Um, sure!” Cole replied a little nervously, excited to see his pretty colleague naked but thinking it would not be the done thing to express too much enthusiasm. “Go ahead! Fine by me!”

“Glad to hear it!” Mollie nodded. “Doug? Okay with you? Think you can cope?”

“What’s one more?” Doug, who had known and worked with Mollie for a lot longer gestured to the garden full of naked teens and pre-teens. “I’ll be fine!” Of course the pretty red-head who he knew so well and had often imagined not only naked but demonstrating the equipment their company used would not be just another naked girl to him and she understood that too but appreciated his professional-sounding answer.

“What’s emergency protocol seven seven two?” Megan asked, intrigued. Mollie glanced over her shoulder to check that the young men had gone back to their work and were not listening before she answered conspiratorially in a low voice. Timothy leaned in to listen too.

“It’s a kind of prank we like to play on new folk!” she explained with a grin. “We tell them that it’s in the small-print of their contracts that if we don’t have enough meat for the client’s needs at an event, one of them can be conscripted to make up the shortfall. Of course there’s no such rule!” She giggled. “It would be, like, totally illegal and unenforceable and most people do work that out pretty quickly, if they fall for it at all, but Cole still doesn’t seem quite sure. Don’t get me wrong,” she grinned again, “it’s not entirely unknown for a member of staff to offer to cover a no-show or if the meat gets sick at the last minute, rather than letting the client down, but there’s absolutely no rule that says anybody has to! When it does happen, on the other hand, it’s great for adding plausibility to the seven seven two rumour!” The two teens giggled at her explanation.

“So you’re down for dressing up?” Megan grinned. “If that’s the right expression?”

“Why not?” the young woman smiled. “Sounds like fun! Let the girls swing free for a few hours!” She cupped and lifted her ample bosom, making Timothy blush and Megan, who was really not far behind her in terms of bust size, giggle. “Is the stuff inside? I don’t mind being naked but I’d rather not actually strip off out here.”

“Oh yeah, that’s no problem.” Megan smiled sweetly. “Yeah the stuff’s in my bedroom, Mum will show you. Are you, um…?” She glanced down to the front of Mollie’s black uniform trousers. “There’s a brand new razor still in the packet in the bathroom if you need?”

“No worries there!” Mollie grinned then put her hands on her hips again. “Do I seem like someone who doesn’t keep themselves oven-ready at all times?” she asked rather archly. “In case of emergencies?”

“Come with me, dear.” Janice smiled to the young caterer as Megan and Timothy both giggled. “I’ll show you to Megan’s room. Megan, honey,” she turned to her daughter, “why don’t you introduce Timothy to your friends? Looks like those nice young men are going to be a little while longer setting up yet. Can I bring you some lemonade?” she offered Doug and Cole who gratefully accepted before Janice led Mollie into the house.

“Come on,” Megan smiled, slapping Timothy playfully on the backside, “come meet the gang!”

When Megan had been called over, most of the other guests had stopped their play and looked at their meat-boy from a distance with curiosity. Most of the girls who had been in the pool were now out and either standing in the sun or sitting on the edge dabbling their feet and the two who were still in the water were leaning on the side, arms folded on the paving stones and their shapely rumps cresting the surface while they continued to gently tread water with their feet. Those who had been playing on the lawn had joined the others by the pool.

“Hey ladies!” Megan grinned as she escorted Timothy with her arm through his as if they were on a date. “Come meet our lunch!” This was met with giggles from all the girls and a sheepish smile from Timothy. “Doesn’t he look yummy?” She pulled her arm out from his and stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. “Go on!” she patted him then withdrew her hands. “Give us a little twirl!” Obediently, Timothy turned slowly around on the spot to show his smooth, naked body off from all angles, surprised by how much he enjoyed the hungry, wolfish looks of the girls as they checked him out. “I’ve got dibs on his sausage, of course!” Megan giggled. “But there’s plenty more yummy boy-meat to go around!”

“Can I feel?” A slim brunette who looked a little younger than some of the others, perhaps closer to Timothy’s own age, with cute, pointy little tits asked, looking at Megan then at Timothy then back as if unsure who she should be directing the question to.

“What do you say?” Megan asked Timothy who was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he, or rather his body, was centre of attention for over a dozen beautiful, naked teenage girls! And now they were asking if it was okay to touch him! “Let Daisy check out the menu?”

“It’s all your food!” Timothy replied with a grin! “Have at it!” The young girl moved around behind him, grabbing and squeezing his buttocks as if testing fruit for ripeness. Accepting his invitation as an open on, the other girls began to stroke, squeeze and generally feel him all over, including his impaled sausage and swollen oysters in their tight pouch below. If he had not been feeling like nothing but meat before, he certainly was now, although the potential feelings of humiliation were definitely tempered by the excitement of being groped all over by a bunch of naked girls! If there had been any doubt left in his mind about whether the trade-off was a fair one, they were erased when one of the girls, a tall blonde who he guessed to be the oldest of the group and whose name, he picked up, was Chloe, leaned in to, as she put it, find out if he was a good kisser! This led in turn to every girl there wanting to try him out for themselves until eventually his tongue began to ache, not to mention the throbbing between his legs. He was just beginning to wonder if they might decide to dispense with the cooking and just devour him right there on the spot, like the protagonist in a movie he had seen about a man who was obsessed with creating the world’s most enticing perfume and was prepared to kill to do it, when the proto-orgy was broken up by Mollie striding confidently across the lawn, now dressed in nothing but hat and boots, to let him know it was time to cook!


To be continued...