“Oops!” Mollie giggled, smiling apologetically and rolling her eyes in a self-deprecating manner then quickly putting her clothes back one, grateful that her rather wild mane of ginger girls were constrained by a ponytail and had not got too messed up by removing her top and putting it back on. For a moment, she considered not bothering with her bra but, as nice as the freedom felt for the moment, she was still less than two hours into her shift with at least another six to go and she knew from experience her back would start aching before too long, making the latter part of the day less than fun!

As soon as she was decent once more, Mollie and Lydia left the inspection room, turning the lights off behind them, and Lydia headed towards the kitchen where she had been on her way to when Mollie had intercepted her and Mollie herself went back to the office. Getting comfortable and grinning to herself thinking about how none of the co-workers around her knew what she had just been up to, she opened her computer once more and looked for new emails. There were two replies from the volunteers she had tried to set up appointments with, one accepting the offered date and the other asking if early the following week would be available, three new volunteer enquiries, five from potential customers, over a dozen more that were little more than spam or automated acknowledgments to ones she had sent, was the one she was looking for.

This follow-up email from Courtney was friendly and conversational, as if making arrangements to meet up with a friend she hadn’t seen in a while rather than asking a virtual stranger to be roasted alive for her entertainment and pleasure. She confirmed the date of the party which was to be held on in three Sundays time, a little under four weeks away. It occurred to Mollie that she would technically be breaching her contract by not giving a full four weeks’ notice of the end of her employment but, under the circumstances, she supposed that management would be understanding!

The email also verified what Mollie had been assuming, even hoping, that Courtney and her brother would be wanting her as a spit-roast. Finding it rather hard to sit still as the insistent tingle between her legs returned, Mollie accessed her profile from the database and attached it to her reply. She then opened the calculator tool and put in her size, weight, age and quality to calculate her value then brought up a blank quote form and filled in the provided figure.

Next she added the standard charges for an on-site roasting which covered staffing, equipment, transport and all other costs. Looking at the final total, she decided to add the maximum discretionary discount that she was able to, fifteen percent off the total, hoping to make the package even more appealing. After quickly checking over the figures once more and ensuring that her meat profile had properly uploaded, she finished off the email with the standard instructions of how to confirm the booking and how the deposit was to be paid then added a short, personal paragraph saying how much she was looking forward to working with Courtney on this project and hoped to hear from her soon! After hesitating for only a moment, she sent the reply.

Before responding to the rest of her emails, she checked her calendar for appointments. The tour she had discussed with Lydia was a troop of Girl Guides who were camping near by and were coming to see the facilities as an outing, like an interactive museum, although there was certainly a recruitment element to it as there had been when she had visited with the others from her school. Before that, however, she had two appointments with volunteers to guide them through the same process she had recently enjoyed herself. The first was with a seventeen year old boy and the other was with a pair of sisters aged twelve and nine who were quite insistent on the idea of being sold as a pair.

Since the girls would be coming with their mum to act as chaperone, she was happy to do their assessment by herself but for the boy, a young man really, she thought it best to have one of her male coworkers with her, to put him at ease as much as anything else. Doug, she knew, would be working in the equipment store that day, getting all spits, roasting pits, portable ovens and tools that had been used over the weekend cleaned up and, where necessary, sterilised ready for their next use. The team that had been in on Monday should have got most of the heavy work done so she was sure the two others in there that day could manage without him for an hour. With just twenty minutes before the volunteer was due to arrive, she shut down her computer again and went to seek out her chosen assistant.


To be continued...