With some reluctance, Marcia and her friends returned to the shower to get cleaned up while the new girls that Emma had nominated began to undress. By now, as Mollie had hoped, they all seemed to be getting fairly relaxed about being naked around each other and the two who had been volunteered stripped off as casually as if they were getting ready for a shower in the privacy of their own bathrooms. The first girl, Chloe, had a rather spectacular body, ideal for spit-roasting or for being butchered into luxury steaks and other cuts. Perhaps even a living buffet! Mollie had intended for all the girls to leave with a flyer promoting the idea of volunteering as meat but she made a mental note to be especially sure that Chloe got one. With her toned figure, thick thighs, firm, round rump and modestly-sized but beautifully-shaped breasts, she could actually be that rare delicacy of an A+, a perfect 10 all around! She could definitely sell her for top-dollar to some of their more prestigious clients. The fact that she seemed to keep her fillet smooth and hairless was also a good indication that she was not averse to the idea of becoming meat herself!

Once both the meat-girl’s friends were as naked as she was, the trio went over to the shower where the other three were finishing up, drying themselves off. Knowing that it was rather unlikely that Marcia would ever put on clothes again, maybe not even for the drive to and from her flat, Mollie did not bother asking her if she wanted to get dressed but did invite the other two to put their clothes back on. They hesitated for a moment, looking at each other, then at Marcia, then over to the trio in the shower and finally back to each other before concluding that they were happy to stay as they were.

Of the seventeen young girls in the room, eight of them were now naked, practically half. Captain Cath looked over the group thoughtfully for a moment while most of the girls were focussed on watching Emma getting scrubbed then addressed Mollie across the room.

“Excuse me,” she asked and Mollie turned to her with a polite smile, “but are there any hygiene concerns or other health and safety rules about girls who aren’t cooking being naked in this kitchen?”

“Well, no.” Mollie replied a little defensively, not quite realising where the line of questioning was going. “We’re not doing any frying so there’s no danger of anyone getting splashed by that any anyone who’s going to be handling food will either wash or put gloves on first.”

“Oh no!” Cath chuckled, realising her question had been taken the wrong way. “I wasn’t worried about that. I was just checking to see if there would be any rule preventing it if the rest of the girls wanted to take their clothes off too. I was thinking it might be sensible to help keep them clean?”

“Ah, I see!” Mollie grinned, “Well no, absolutely! It’s completely up to them, just remember we will be eating outside and the picnic area is visible from the road.”

“Oh I don’t think they’ll be worried about that!” Cath chuckled. “The lake they’ve been skinny-dipping in all week can be seen not only from the road but from two blocks of flats and an office-building too!” There was no rule on the camp mandating naked swimming and the girls had in fact all brought swimsuits with them but there was no rule against it either and after the first day or so, once a couple of them, Emma unsurprisingly included, had decided not to bother, the rest of the girls had quickly followed suit. The same went for the two other Guide Troops and the four Brownie packs that were using the same facilities and Cath did have to wonder if the people in the offices every got any work done and marvelled at the fact that there had yet to be a crash on the adjacent road!

“Girls!” she called out, pulling their attention away momentarily from their friend being washed ready to be cooked. “Mollie says it’s okay if the rest of you want to take your clothes off too, to save them getting dirty. We still have three days of camp left, remember!” This announcement was met with a mixed response from excitement to giggling to looks of apprehension. “None of you have to, of course!” Captain Cath added quickly. “But I do think it would be a good idea. Don’t worry!” she chuckled. “Mrs Appleton and I will be keeping our clothes on! Don’t want to put anyone off their dinner!”

The girls all giggled at this and the first few who seemed to have been itching for an opportunity started to undress. Others were more hesitant but, once they saw that practically everyone else was, nobody wanted to be the odd one out.

“Hmm...” Mollie had a quick, practical thought. “If this is the route we’re going down, I’d better fetch some bags. Wait here,” she instructed, “and don’t touch anything while I’m gone. Apart from each other, of course!” she added with a wink. “Some of the stuff in here can be pretty dangerous even if it’s not switched on and accidentally cooking someone without the right form…Well,” she chuckled, “let’s just say that paperwork can be a headache! Back in a sec!” By the time she returned less than three minutes later, every single girl in the room was stark naked. She cast her eye over the assorted sizes and body-types, unable to keep her brain’s professional filter from adding a label over every girl’s head with her likely grade and most suitable cooking method, something she had trained herself to assess in seconds, despite always doing full and thorough inspections on all volunteers.

There were occasions, of course, when she would notice something during an inspection that would alter the expected grade up or down, or change her mind about the best way to prepare the meat, but those were few and far between. She was also pleased to see that only four of seventeen naked girls had pubic hair and she couldn’t help hoping that they would be inspired to remove it after the day’s visit. Certainly there were none among them that she would not be happy to add to the company’s inventory if they were interested and two or three with bodies that it would seem a crime to let go uneaten!

“Okay, girls!” she handed out the carrier bags and pens she had gone to collect. “Pop your clothes in these and write your names on them. Might be a good ideal to seal them too as we’re going to be leaving them in here. No need to put phones and other personal belongings in if you want to hold onto them but just remember, if you do, you’ll have to carry them.”

“How about I collect up the phones?” Captain Cath suggested. “That way, if anyone wants to take pictures later, they can, but you won’t have to try to carry them between your bum-cheeks!” Of course the girls all giggled at this and handed over their phones, the helper mum labelling up the bags for Emma’s friends and putting their clothes in. Once everyone’s clothes and belongings were packed up, Mollie collected them up and put them on a serving trolley.

“How’s things going over there?” she asked once the trolley was safely out of the way in the corner. “Is that piggy clean yet? We’re getting hungry out here!” There was quite a lot of giggling and the three girls who had clearly been having quite a good time while everyone else was distracted, emerged from the shower a little sheepishly and got dried off. “Okay!” Mollie cupped her chin and tapped her lips with her index finger as she stared pointedly at Emma’s chest. “I think we’re going to need to perform the skewer test!”

“Um...skewer test?” Emma asked a little nervously. “What’s that?”

“Well,” Mollie explained to the whole group as much as to the intrigued but slightly apprehensive meat-girl who stood front and centre, “as I’m sure you all know, spit roasting involves turning, a lot!” There was quire a lot of giggling as the girls tried to work out what that might have to do with breasts and skewers. “Now, some piggies…” she scanned the naked girls, looking for one that would serve as a suitable model but none of them quite fitted the bill so with a little shrug, she pulled off her own polo-shirt and removed her bra. “Jess, honey,” she called out to her young friend, “can I borrow you for this too?” Jessica trotted over obediently, intrigued to see what could be wanted from her. “Okay, so, Jess? I’d like you to bounce up and down a bit then swing your shoulders from side to side.” she explained. “Everyone else, watch her chest!” The pre-teen did as she was told and her cute little titties jiggled a little but basically stayed in place. “Okay!” the topless young woman chuckled. “Now watch when I do the same!” Mollie jumped on the spot a couple of times, causing her firm but heavy boobs to bounce up and down quite violently, almost painfully, then she swung her shoulders and they flew from side to side, only stopping when she stood still and grabbed hold of them. “See the difference?” The girls all nodded, a little wide-eyed. “Now,” she asked, “what happens to skin when it cooks?”

“It...gets crispy?” Sandra, who had demonstrated the portable oven earlier, ventured. “And it tears easily?”

“That’s right!” Mollie nodded. “So what do you think would happen if I was going round and round on a spit and these were left to flop around freely?” She wiggled her shoulders again for emphasis, although less aggressively this time.

“They might tear right off?” another girl volunteered.

“That’s right!” Mollie agreed, giving Jessica a friendly pat on the rump to show that she could go back to join the group and cupping her own breasts again. “As my skin got crispy, they could tear right off, and that wouldn’t be much fun for anyone, would it?” More giggles and general agreement followed. “So that leaves two options. First,” she explained, “we cut them off first and bake them separately in foil, or slice them up for the grill. Alternatively, we stop them moving around too much!” She went to an equipment drawer and took out a pair of long skewers. “So the way we do that,” she explained, holding the skewers crossed in front of her own bare chest, “is the skewer them together. One this way, and one this way. That holds them together while they cook.”

“So… um… what’s the test?” Emma asked, licking her lips in nervous anticipation. “How do we know if I need those or not?”

“Okay, so the test is this!” Mollie grinned. “Hope up onto the counter for me and lay on your back.” Emma did as she was told, holding Mollie’s hand for support as she climbed the same set of steps that Marcia had used to get into the roasting pan.

“Okay?” the meat-girl asked, a little confused. “What now?”

“Okay, now roll onto your side.” Mollie instructed. “You know? Like you always see Cleopatra in pictures!” Understanding, Emma did as she said and lay on her side, facing the others with one hand draped on her hip and her head resting on the other with her elbow on the counter. “Now, let’s all look at her boobs again! Yummy aren’t they?” she grinned, licking her lips playfully. “But more importantly, are they still facing forward or are they leaning on each other?” For the first time, even including her inspection, Emma felt a little self-conscious but could not deny feeling relieved when her friends confirmed that her perky but good-sized young breasts were staying put, still facing forward, and therefore she would not need to skewers.

“Right,” Mollie held out her hand, “hop down from there and we’ll get you oiled up. I’m thinking the truffle oil for you?” she suggested, helping the excited and delicious-looking meat-girl down off the counter. “What do you say?”

“Perfect!” Emma grinned. “First, let’s get your hair put up since it’s nice and wet! We can keep straying it as you cook so it doesn’t singe, don’t worry!” She gathered up Emma’s damp ponytail and gathered it up on the back of her head, clipping it into place with a metal clasp that would not melt into her hair like plastic might. “Great!” Mollie grinned. “All set! Paige and Chloe, you’re up!” She took out the bottle of truffle oil and passed it to them. Chloe took it from her, removed the cap and sniffed it, her face lighting up as she did so, the poured some into Paige’s hands and then into her own before the both set to work coating their soon-to-roast friend.


To be continued...