Thoughtfully, Mollie allowed her finger to hover over the list on the screen. She knew that her body-type could be prepared pretty much any way and come out great but there were other considerations. Boiling, for example, tended to be the way mature women past their meat-prime, or skinny girls and boys lacking the meatiness to roast would be cooked and to put her own lovely meat in the strew pot felt like a waste. The deep-frying involved intense pain for just a few seconds followed by euphoria as the nerve-endings in the skin were destroyed and shallow-frying offered a similar experience, only over a slightly longer time. These methods, however, would mean that she would not attend the party itself and she really wanted her moment in the spotlight as Timothy had and Megan would be at her parents’ upcoming anniversary celebration.

The oven would be fine, the company had nice portable ones that could be set up at any venue, indoors or outdoors, and that cooking method would certainly do justice to her meat but deep down she knew there was really only one way she wanted to cook – on the spit! Not wanting to appear prescriptive, she also ticked the “Full Process” option, finding the idea of being butchered like farmyard pig almost as thrilling as the idea of being a beautiful spit-roast, admired and gawked over as her naked body slowly cooked, becoming one of the perfect golden-brown works of art she always felt so guilty about cutting up!

Her eyes falling on the final option, she hesitated again. If she wanted attention, that would certainly be a way to get it, and she had supervised several such buffets, a popular option for weddings, but could she really tolerate it herself? On the one hand, it felt hypocritical to rule it out and there was certainly an appeal to the idea of being able to watch her own delicious meat cooking in front of her but on the other, she was not one of those volunteers who sign up because they enjoy pain or have a torture fetish – she was okay with the idea of being cooked and eaten, excited about it even, but pain held no attraction for her and she really did love the idea of being a beautiful whole-roast so in the end, she left the final box unticked, leaving her potential buyer with two options but resolving to be open to discussion if Courtney happened to have her heart set on one of the other methods.

With the form completed, the final step was to add photographs. This, Mollie realised, was something she had not thought through. To take the pictures, the volunteer had to stand in front of a black screen to provide a neutral background with lighting that would illuminate them evenly from every angle but the cameras was controlled from the computer terminal where she currently sat with no way to operate it remotely.

Standing up, she reached for her clothes but stopped herself and scampered over to the door in her birthday suit. Blushing a little, like a girl who had been accidentally walked in on in the shower, she unlocked the door and opened it a little then, with her arm across her chest to provide a degree of modesty, stuck her head out into the corridor to see who was around. Fortunately, walking down the hallway towards her was Lydia, the seventeen year old assistant who was working there as a Summer job, helping out with the meat prep, keeping the facilities clean and occasionally assisting the more experienced caterers like Mollie at events.

“Psst!” she called out in a loud whisper to get the younger girl’s intention. The slim blonde with the neat, bobbed hair stopped in her tracks and looked over in surprise. “In here!” Mollie beckoned with her free hand, “I need a hand!” The intrigued teen walked over and the naked young woman ducked back behind the door to open it wider, closing and locking it again once she was inside.

“What’s going on?” Lydia giggled, looking her older colleague who still stood with one arm across her chest and now covered her hairless fillet with her other hand up and down. “I thought they stopped Naked Tuesdays after the incident? Nobody tells me anything around here!” she teased, rolling her eyes in mock irritation. “But seriously,” she asked as Mollie chuckled, amused by the joke, “what’s the deal here? You testing the equipment or something?”

“Nope! Just preparing a very special volunteer profile!” Mollie explained proudly with a grin, letting her arms fall loosely by her sides to reveal her full beauty, not entirely sure why she had felt the need to cover up in the first place.

“You mean…” Lydia’s eyes went a little wide. “Oh wow!” she exclaimed when Mollie nodded in confirmation. “Been planning this for a while or…”

“Hmm,” Mollie mused with an innocent expression, “let’s just say I got an offer I didn’t want to refuse!”

“I see!” Lydia chuckled. “So what do you need my help with?”

“You know how to work the camera on here?” Mollie asked, walking over to the computer terminal and patting the top. “I just need pictures for my profile.”

“Sure!” Lydia agreed enthusiastically. “I’ve helped out with enough assessments to get the gist. It’s pretty much just press and click, right?”

“Pretty much!” agreed Mollie, opening the relevant screen. “It will tell you at the top which view it wants then after each picture is taken it will be displayed and you’ll have the option to accept or reject it. We can have as many goes at each angle as we need to get it right.”

“Do you want to check them as we go?” asked Lydia?”

“Nah,” Mollie smiled, “I’ll trust your judgement!”


To be continued...