The girls did a very thorough job! First they scrubbed Marcia’s from neck to toe until her skin glowed pink then they dispensed the special soap into their own hands and lathered it all over the eager young meat-girl. Mollie noticed that Jessica and Emma seemed to have gravitated towards each other and the two naked spit-roasters were now giggling together, whispering comments to each other and generally bonding over their shared destiny.

“Okay, I think her ass might be clean now!” Mollie teased, stepping closer to the shower area and raising her voice so that the girls under the water could hear here. All three giggled a little sheepishly. “Get her rinsed off and dried.” she instructed. “And dry yourselves too.” Marcia’s turned around a few times under the water until all the bubbly suds were gone then the older helper turned off the water and Mollie handed out towels. “I do have robes if you want them?” she offered the two volunteers. “We keep them for the shyer meat.” Both declined, something Mollie was pleased to see. Being relaxed about being naked in front of others not only helped a young girl’s body-confidence, she knew, at an age when many girls felt self-conscious about the changes and developments going on, but also helped girls to think of themselves as potential meat. She was sure, for example, that she would not have had so many volunteer enquiries from the girls at Megan’s party if the dress-code had not been strictly birthday-suits only!

“The next thing we have to do,” Mollie explained, “is get the piggy oiled all over. What do you think you would pair best with?” she asked Marcia who frowned thoughtfully as she gave all the options careful consideration. “We’ve got plain,” Mollie took out the bottles and placed them on the work counter, “sweet chilli, garlic, truffle or lemon?”

“Sweet chilli, I think?” Marcia suggested with a smile.

“Excellent choice!” Mollie grinned. “That’s the one we’ll use tomorrow. For the demonstration, to save waste, we’ll just use the plain stuff we use for the fryer.” The naked nine year old looked a little disappointed. “But I promise we’ll use the good stuff tomorrow! With all the trimmings!” She brightened at that and happily allowed the two Guides who had washed her to smear her all over with the cooking oil. Once again, they did a very thorough job and soon she was gleaming from the neck down.

“Before you do her face,” Mollie stopped them. “We should put a roasting cap on her! Don’t want it burning in the oven! Now,” she turned to the tour group and explained, “for spit-roasters like those two,” she looked towards the naked, giggling pair who seemed to have become thick as thieves since arriving in the kitchen, “especially when they have longer hair, we can just put it up in a bun and make sure we spray it with water from time to time to keep it from singing but in the oven, where the temperature is constant all around, it’s a bit trickier. Not only that, but shorter hair like Marcia’s, while very pretty,” she made sure to comment reassuringly, “is hard to keep tied up and wrapping in foil is tricky if you can’t make it into some kind of ponytail first so we use these.” She opened a drawer and took out a sealed, clear-plastic packet with what looked like a silver sausage.

As the tour-group, chaperones and meat-girls alike watched with interest, Mollie tore the end off the packet and pulled out the contents, revealing an elasticated cap like a shower cap but made from the same kind of aluminium fabric as cool-down blankets given to runners after long races.

“We tend to use them just once,” Mollie explained, folding it out and stretching it to show how durable it was, “but there’s no real need to from a hygiene perspective. They are a hundred percent recyclable, don’t worry,” she assured the group, many of whom she assumed would be rather environmentally conscious, “but no girl likes wearing hand-me-downs, eh?” She winked at the youngsters who all giggled. “So,” she returned to business, “let’s get this cap on Marcia!” Carefully, she stretched the cap over the young girl’s head then made her way around the edge, tucking away the loose hair. “There!” She declared. “I’m sure you’ve never looked prettier!” This provoked more giggles, including from Marcia herself. “Okay, get her cute little face oiled up too!” Mollie instructed before stepping back to let her naked assistants do their work. “Okay!” she declared a few minutes later, observing that the girls responsible for the oiling looked almost as well-coated themselves. “Now we need our meat-girl on the oven tray.” She set a large roasting pan on the counter and the two girls held Marcia’s oily hands as she climbed up a small set of steps and crawled into the pan, remaining for the moment on all four, awaiting further instruction.

“Now,” Mollie asked, “who remembers the two most popular oven-roasting positions we discussed earlier?” Nearly all the girls shot their hands up. “You!” Mollie pointed to skinny girl of about ten with cute freckles. Not a lot of meat on her, Mollie could not help making a snap professional assessment, but good for soup! “Tell me one.”

“Piggy!” the girl announced proudly.

“That’s right!” Mollie nodded approvingly. “And what was the other? You!” She pointed to pretty South Asian girl who ideal for butchering.

“Turkey!” the girl grinned.

“Correct!” Mollie congratulated her. “Glad to see you’re all paying attention! Now, when a girl has a rump as nice as Marcia’s,” she explained, “we like to make a feature of it so I’m going to be roasting her tomorrow in Piggy Pose. Do you remember how to get into that, honey?” By way of answer, Marcia tucked her knees under her body, folded her arms in the bottom of the pan and rested her chin on them, sticking her rump up and feeling proud of the way it had been praised. “Perfect!” Mollie grinned. “Now tomorrow we will be adding all sorts of seasoning but for today, let’s just sprinkle a little salt and pepper to give the idea!” She did so, crushing rock salt and pepper corns in large grinders and sprinkling them down Marcia’s back. “And here we have one lovely piggy, all ready for the oven!” Mollie declared. “Let’s give her a round of applause!”

As Mollie helped her up out of the pan, back down onto the floor, and removed her roasting cap, Marcia’s felt a little sad, a little frustrated. She knew it was too early to roast her for tomorrow’s lunch and, when that time came, she wanted to be prepared with the best ingredients but still, to get that far towards her dream then have to stop left her feeling unfulfilled. Still, she consoled herself, she now knew more or less what to expect in the morning and the scrubbing and oiling was definitely fun!

“Okay, you three!” Mollie smiled at the meat-girl and her oily handmaidens, “Go take another quick shower to get cleaned up. Just a quick one, mind!” she cautioned them. “We have a spit-roast that we need to be getting on with!” Emma grinned and felt that intense tingle between her legs, knowing that it was now her turn to be prepped and that, unlike in Marcia’s case, this was not any sort of practice or rehearsal – her demonstration would be going all the way and would end when her stripped bones were tossed in the recycling, perhaps having been boiled for stock first.

“Right!” Mollie turned to the excited blonde. “Who are your two best friends in the troop? I know it’s difficult,” she smiled, “but try to pick for me.”

“Umm…” Emma thought for a moment. “That would probably be Chloe,” she pointed out a tall brunette wearing baggy shorts that showed off her thick but shapely legs, “and Paige.” Paige was another blonde, but paler than Emma both in skin and hair, similar in height and definitely skinnier but pretty enough with, if her leggings were to be believed, a fairly decent rump! A B-grade spit-roaster, Mollie silently appraised her, or perhaps the main ingredient of a stew.

“Great!” Mollie grinned. “Okay, you two will do for Emma what you’ve just seen the others do for Marcia, okay?” The girls both nodded a little nervously. “Okay! Well then, when you’re ready,” she grinned at them, “pop your clothes off and let’s get started!


To be continued...