Warning them with a wink not to let the few girls who hung around to help or who wandered over from time to time to check on progress, Mollie left her two colleagues to supervise the cooking and went to chat to the girls by the pool, sitting on the edge, taking off her boots and dabbling her feet in the water. Parties like this, she knew, where a great place to tout for future business – watching others cooked, even boys, seemed to get girls in the mood to be on the menu themselves and, if any of the teens at the party were considering roasting, she wanted her company to be the one they hired to assist!

As always on such occasions, there were plenty of questions about how she’d got into the business and whether she’d ever thought of getting cooked herself. Over the three years she had worked for the company, Mollie had told the tale so many times, during which she had polished and tidied up the narrative to make a neater story that she could barely remember how much of it was actually true! The basic practical facts were, certainly, but her motives and feelings as she described them were simply a story-teller’s fancy.

“Well,” she leaned in conspiratorially to her eager audience who gathered around her in the water like nymphs in a pre-Raphaelite painting, their hair wet and straggly and perky young breasts just cresting the surface, “the answers to both of those questions are kinda intertwined! You see, it was my last year of school and the company held a recruitment event that they advertised at the job fair my school put on, except they weren’t looking for workers, they were looking for meat! A lot of our business, as you know,” she grinned, “comes from people hiring us to cook a family member or friend at a special event,” the girls all giggled and continued listening, enraptured, “but more often, people just want a roast girl or boy for their party so hire us to provide the full package!”

“How does that work?” one of the girls, a pretty, slim brunette of around fourteen, asked, raising her hand politely as she cut in, just as if she were at school. “Do you show people who is available and let them choose or is it whoever is next on the list?”

“Very good question!” Mollie smiled with an approving nod. “What we generally do is ask the client about their requirements. Like, whether they want a boy or a girl, although most people want a girl of course!” She leaned in and whispered this conspiratorially, as if wanting to avoid hurting Timothy’s feelings, despite the roasting boy being long past any state of caring. “We find out how many people they’re looking to feed, what their budget is, if they have any preference for one kind of meat over another, you know?” She winked, giving her own large breasts a playful squeeze that made the girls giggle appreciatively. “Then we check their requirements against our inventory, that’s our database of volunteers,” she clarified, “then we call up the best match and ask if they’re still up for it and available that day. Most times it’s a yes to both questions so we book them in and send them the date and time we need them to arrive at HQ.”

“Do you tell the customers who they’re going to get?” another girl, a slightly chubby blonde, asked curiously.

“Yeah, we send them a couple of photos.” Mollie smiled. “We don’t give out personal info, don’t want them getting stalked online or anything… We used to give the name and a little profile but then we got one customer throwing a fit because the girl we’d picked out for them had a picture on their social media dressed up for Halloween, just a cute sexy witch or vampire costume I think,” she made air-quotes around the adjective, “and the customer said we were trying to get them all damned by feeding them demon-possessed meat! That was a fun time!” Mollie rolled her eyes. “Especially since the girl in question was a Vicar’s kid and went to a Church school but hey…” Everyone chuckled. “After that, we stopped giving out any more than the photo and let them meat introduce themselves when we got to the party.”

The girls all giggled at this, as much as at the way she had phrased it as at the idea itself. Over on the patio, the young men conferred and decided that it would not be too much longer before Timothy was ready to serve and began to unwrap and set out the side-dishes, condiments and bread rolls on the long table that had been set up for the purpose just at the edge of the grass.

“So anyway,” Mollie continued her story to her eager young audience which now included every girl at the party, “these recruiters were offering a tour of the facilities at HQ, including getting to watch the entire prep and cooking process of a demo girl or boy, followed by a free lunch and of course I was curious! I mean,” she winked at the girls, “who isn’t, eh? So a few of my girl-friends and I signed up for the tour and when we got there, we were a group of about fifteen girls and five boys from my school. So the tour was led by some cute girl only a year or two older than us in the uniform like I was wearing when I arrived before I was invited to get changed,” she gestured at her naked body, eliciting more giggles, “and I could tell that the more we saw, the more keen a lot of the others were getting to sign up but I was finding myself fascinated by the technical stuff and the processes so at the end of the tour, while we were enjoying our barbecue, I asked the guy in charge if they had any vacancies for workers instead of meat! He offered me a temporary job over the Summer to see how it worked out and, well, the rest is history!” she grinned.

“Why didn’t you ask the girl who was giving you the tour?” the slim brunette asked. “Didn’t she stick around for the barbecue?”

“Oooh!” Mollie chuckled. “I guess I forget a fairly important part of the story! She was the barbecue! About half way through the tour she showed us into the locker room and said we were going to follow a meat-girl from inspection to roasting then proceeded to get naked!”

“Nice!” Megan exclaimed. “So did she actually work there or was she part of the…” she paused, trying to remember the word the older girl had used earlier, “the inventory?”

“Oh she worked there!”Mollie confirmed. “Did the same job as I’m doing now! She just volunteered to be the demo piggy that day!”

“Was she delicious?” another girl asked.

“You know it!” grinned Mollie.

“Have you never been tempted?” a fellow red-head asked her. “You know, to be the demo piggy? Or to just put yourself forward when an order comes in?”

“Of course I have!” Mollie admitted with a chuckle. “But there always seems to be some reason not to at the time, like a friend’s wedding or a big family even I think I might be needed for so I decide to wait until next time. Never seems to pan out though.” She gave a slightly wistful sigh before chuckling again. “Guess I should make up my mind pretty soon if I want to go out that way!” she grinned. “No point waiting until I’m old and tough! If I cook, I want to be a roast, not a casserole!” The girls all giggled at this. “At least I know I’ll be in good hands when the time comes!”

“Do you have any business cards?” the slim brunette asked. Several other girls nodded and echoed the same sentiment and Mollie tried not to look too pleased that her subtle sales pitch seemed to be working.

“Well… not on me right now!” she chuckled, pretending to check between her rump cheeks and earning herself more giggles in the process. “But we’ve got plenty over by the barbecue! Just ask when we’re over there and I’ll make sure everyone who wants one gets one. Take some for friends too if you want?”

“What would you do if you were at a job like this and someone asked to buy you?” the plump blonde asked in a friendly tone. “Like, if you were doing someone’s birthday party and one of the guests had their birthday next month and asked if they could book you as their piggy?”

“I’d consider it!” Mollie smiled. “Guess it depends how nicely they asked me. If it was some jerk who drank too much and kept trying to grab my boobs it would be a hard no but if it was a sweet, polite girl who looks like she appreciates good food when she gets it, I might be more inclined to say yes! Why?” she grinned a little cheekily. “You got a birthday coming up, hon?” The girl did not answer but from the way some of the other girls giggled and shared knowing looks that this was indeed the case. “How about we have a chat later?” Mollie suggested and the girl nodded quietly with a grateful smile.

Before any other questions could be asked, Doug came over to inform Mollie that the meat was ready to serve. He was closely followed by both Megan and Timothy’s mums who were carrying armfuls of towels and encouraged all the girls to dry off a bit and put their costumes, such as they were, back on so they could get a photo with the roast boy before carving. Mollie drew her legs out of the water as the glistening, dripping teen and pre-teen girls climbed out around her then accepted a towel to dry them off before slipping her boots back on. While the party-goers continued to get dried off and hair-brushes, clips and scrunchies were shared around, Mollie crossed the lawn back to the patio where everything was laid out ready for the meal and Cole was getting the carving tools ready.

With the girls and the adults watching with equal fascination, the two young men lifted Timothy’s roasted carcass, still on its spit, off the coals and transferred it to the carving mount that had been set up along the edge of the patio.

“Okay girls!” Megan’s mum called, brandishing the family camera, “All gather around him! You too, honey, if you don’t mind?” she asked Mollie who was happy to oblige. With the somewhat soggy but excited bunch of naked teens posing, pouting and making peace signs all around him, Mollie, who stood to one side, turned Timothy’s spit so that the front of his body faced the camera, his hard, deliciously-roasted sausage front and centre. After a few snaps had been taken, she rotated him to offer a rear view then finally onto his back so he could be photographed from the side. Once both mums were satisfied that enough pictures had been taken, it was finally time for the carving!

As she picked up the tools, Mollie reflected that this was the one part of the job that made her a little sad and always felt “wrong”. True, she did effectively kill dozens of people every week, mostly very healthy children and young teens with their whole lives ahead of them, but that part of the job had never bothered her! She never really saw it as ending a life or destroying potential. In fact, she felt that the work she did helped those youngsters to both live out their dream and fulfil their greatest potential, as if becoming food were just the next logical step in their life-cycle. Instead, it was the carving of the lovely roasted bodies that always gave her pause.


To be continued...