Like Marcia’s, Jessica’s rump was a caterer’s dream – firm, round, appetisingly curved and just begging to be roasted. Her thighs were nicely meaty and the crowning glory of long, shapely legs. It seemed no wonder that she had chosen to wear shorts to show them off! Her torso and arms were a little thinner than her sister’s, still very nice to look at and there was no doubt she would look amazing on a spit but without quite so much high-quality meat. To the girl’s apparent pleasure, Mollie gave a good deal of attention to Jessica’s budding breasts.

“How long have you had these?” she asked conversationally, massaging and lightly squeezing the firm comes with their rock-hard nipples, noticing as she did no that Marcia’s was now the one looking rather envious as she sat beside their mother.

“They started growing around Christmas time.” the twelve year old replied after thinking for a few moments. “First just my nipples so it looked like I had Maltesers stuck on my chest!” she giggled and Mollie could not help but smile at the cute analogy. “Then the rest started to grow behind them and push them out.”

“Do you ever wear a bra?” Mollie asked conversationally, rubbing her thumbs over the perky pink crowns.

“No.” Jessica admitted, blushing a little. “I kinda like when people notice then look embarrassed and try to pretend they didn’t! Of course,” she added with a giggle, “some people just stare!”

“Especially when you’re playing in the fountain in just your panties and they go see-though!” Marcia called out teasingly.

“Well at least I kept my panties on!” the older girl shot back playfully. Chuckling and shaking her head, Mollie fetched a fresh glove from the box and put it on before kneeling down beside the pre-teen. This time she did not ask or explain what she was about to do. Seeing her put on the glove had been the cue Jessica needed to widen her stance, allowing easier access. Once again, Mollie confidently went in with both fingers, feeling the small internal ridges of the tight passage and marvelling again how girls seemed to be born with the perfect entrance for a spit suggesting that nature intended them to be roasted. As with Marcia, she tested the thickness from outside which was not quite as much as the younger girl’s and in fact more like her own then asked her to squeeze. Unable to resist and wanting to give the eager meat-girl a little treat, she subtly stroked her G-spot from the inside making the young girl gasp then give a deep sigh of pleasure.

“Perfect!” she smiled, peeling the glove off as she stood up. “Now I just need to pop your score onto the form then we can take the pictures! I can add extras on top of the ones they ask for,” she explained, “so we’ll do a couple of the two of you side by side that can go on both profiles, okay?” The girls nodded eagerly and Mollie sent them over to check out the photography area while she quickly entered Jessica’s scores which did, as she had suspected they would, average ever so slightly slower than her sister’s at a flat 9, the same score she had awarded herself. Following her diplomatic instincts, rather than giving the girls their individual scores, she announced “I’m happy to tell you, you are both A-Grade meat!”, news they seemed very happy to hear!

As she had hoped, the girls were both natural posers and nearly all the poses were successfully captured on the first attempt. Given that the screen provided an outline template for where the volunteer should stand, the screen kicked up warning messages when she attempted to photograph both girls side by side, front and back shots, but she overrode the message and just made sure that they were both comfortably within frame.

“Right!” Mollie grinned. “That’s the forms almost completed. The last thing we need to do is recommend cooking methods but I need to go have a little chat with someone first.” She minimised the files and locked the terminal so that only another member of staff would be able to access it when she was out of the room. “Do you mind waiting here?” she asked, turning to glance over her shoulder at the girls’ mum who gave a small nod of agreement. “You can get dressed or not, it’s up to you!” she grinned. “But I’ll be back in about five minutes. Ten at most, okay?” The girls happily agreed and Mollie left the three of them in the room, explaining as she left that the door would be unlocked so others might try to come in to use it but to just explain that she’d popped out for a minute if anyone asked.

In the office she woke up her computer and rather reluctantly accessed her emails. She had wanted to try to avoid looking until later but now she needed the information contained in one so she had no choice. A quick scan of the new, unread messages at the top of the page showed her that the one she was waiting for had not come in yet anyway, not that she had really expected it would have, so she scrolled down until she found the one from the Guide Captain finalising the arrangements for that afternoon’s tour. Picking up the phone on her desk, she dialled the mobile number that had been provided and waited, hoping that the signal on the camp site where they were staying would be good enough for the call to connect.

“Hello? Cath Archer speaking?” A well-to-do, middle class voice answered, the kind her mum would describe as “Jolly Hockey-sticks”.

“Hello,” Mollie replied in her best customer service tone, “this is Mollie from SB Catering. I believe we’re expecting you and your girls for a tour this afternoon?”

“Oh yes! There’s not a problem, is there?” the woman asked, sounding anxious. “The girls are so looking forward to it, especially Emma!”

“Oh no, no problem at all!” Mollie assured her quickly, realising that Emma must be the one who had volunteered to cook for her friends and would be taken through the whole process from sign-up to serving in front of them. “It’s just that I have a couple of volunteers who have come in for their assessment and they’re pretty keen to see the kitchens and get the full experience so I was wondering if you would mind them tagging along with your group? Would be more fun for them than just walking around with one of us.”

“Oh I see!” The relief in the woman’s voice was clearly audible. “Well yes, that should be absolutely fine! Girls, I assume? How old?”

“Yes,” Mollie smiled, “sisters. One’s twelve and the other’s nine. She’s not too far off ten ‘though.”

“Oh that will be absolutely fine!” the Guide Captain confirmed. “They’ll be more than welcome to join us and I’m sure they can enjoy some of Emma too. I think there will be plenty to go around!”

“Super!” grinned Mollie. “Okay we’ll see you in about an hour and a half then. I’ll let the girls here know, I’m sure they’ll be delighted!” After exchanging polite goodbyes, she put down the phone and was about to close down her computer when a notification popped up informing her of a new email. When she saw the sender’s name, she realised there was no way she could go back to the inspection room without reading it first! She was sure the girls and their mum would not mind waiting a little longer, it was not like she’d given them a hard and fast expectation for how long she’d be gone anyway!

Scarcely able to breath from excitement and rather pleased that she was the only one in the office for the moment, she opened the email. As she did so, another notification popped up from a different app informing her that an order form had been submitted and a deposit paid.

“Hi Mollie!” The email read. “Mum and Dad said yes so the party’s on! Dad’s sending the deposit now. Is there anything else we need to do? Can’t wait to enjoy you! Love Courtney XOXO”

So that was it! She was officially meat! It was no longer a possibility or hypothetical. She had been bought, paid for and booked! Mollie sat in silence for a moment, allowing the reality to sink in. She would have to tell the sisters over lunch, she knew that, there was no way she’d be able to keep such big news to herself, especially since it meant they would have something in common to bond over, but once they knew then word was likely to get out and she wanted to stay ahead of the gossip. Someone in Finance was likely to see the deposit too and check it against orders so she needed to let her boss known before people started asking questions. She would call her parents later, after work. She knew that they would be happy for her and would likely express surprise that it had taken this long to happen. There wasn’t really anyone else on the “Need to Know List” for now.

Quickly, she typed up a resignation letter giving her final day of work as the Friday before the party, citing her reason as “Leaving to pursue other opportunities.” Of course she would tell her boss the full reason in person but she wanted to keep the letter brief and professional. She sent it to print on the office computer then replied to Courtney’s email telling her how excited she was too and that she would be in touch closer to the time to confirm some last details. She then collected her letter from the printer, signed it and folded it into an envelope then closed her computer and headed back out into the corridor. Passing by Inspection Room 2, she stuck her head in, not entirely surprised to see that the girls were both still naked, and told her guests that something had come up that she needed to deal with but it would only take a few minutes and she would be back soon.

“No problem at all, dear!” the mum assured her. “Take your time, the girls are perfectly happy here discussing the best way to cook each other!”

“Sounds good!” Mollie chuckled. “Okay, see you in a minute!”

Although Nora was technically Mollie’s boss and in charge of the whole branch, she did not act like a stereotypical power-hungry leader. Instead, she saw her role as having over-all administrative responsibility and supporting her workers in doing their jobs well. As such, she was very approachable and the door to her office was never closed unless she was in a private meeting. Out of politeness, Mollie still knocked on the half-open door.

“Come in!” Nora called in her warm, lilting Scottish accent. “Oh hello Mollie, dear!” She seemed genuinely pleased to see her as always. “And what can I do for you today?”

“Do you mind if I shut the door?” Mollie asked, biting her lower lip and well aware that Nora would have noticed the envelope in her hand. “I have a rather important matter I want to discuss.”

“Of course, dear!” Nora nodded. “Whatever makes you more comfortable. “Won’t you take a seat?” She gestured to the comfortable office chair on the other side of her desk and Mollie smiled gratefully, pushing the door closed behind her until she heard it click then sitting down and setting the envelope on the desk although she kept her hand on it for the moment and did not slide it towards Nora.


To be continued...