“So,” Mollie made light conversation as she and Lydia worked on cleaning up the kitchen, Marcia happily listening to the music on the radio as she roasted, something Mollie had always thought was a great innovation to assist meat morale during live cooking, “when do you go back to school? How many more years have you got left?”

“Well…” the naked teen answered carefully. “I was actually thinking about dropping out and making this more permanent.”

“You’re after a full time job here?” Mollie asked, a little surprised. “I know there’s about to be a vacancy for my position but I don’t know if…”

“Sorry!” Lydia interrupted her with a cheeky grin. “I wasn’t talking about the job, I was talking about this!” She stepped back and gestured to her own naked body then around the kitchen. “You know?” she added. “For the rest of my life?”

“Oooh I see!” Mollie chuckled. “Well if I tried saying I didn’t understand the appeal of seeing the job from the other side of the counter, so to speak, I’d be lying and you’d know it!

“I was thinking about it all last night.” The younger caterer admitted. “After helping you with your pictures then seeing how much fun that cute little blonde was having in the afternoon. Not to mention these two of course!” She nodded towards the oven. “I started to feel like I was missing out! I was going to bring it up once we were done with the cleaning anyway but, since you asked!”

“I did wonder if that was why you were so quick to strip off!” Mollie winked. “Well sure!” She gave her hands a quick wash in the sink, shook the excess water off then dried them on the front of her shirt. “Let me just give our piggy another basting then we can go through to one of the inspection rooms and get you signed up, if you’re ready, that is?”

“Oh definitely!” Lydia nodded. “I hope I sell quickly!”

“With a bod like that?” Mollie grinned. “I doubt you’ll last a week!” Marcia was looking sleepier when she opened the oven this time, less responsive to her chatter although she did seem to look in her direction and try to smile around the apple. Her skin was deeper red now, like deep sun-burn. Soon her little heart would give out and her circulation would stop and, with no further ability to regulate its temperature, her sweet young body would start to cook for real and her skin would turn golden brown. “Sleep well!” Mollie smiled, kissing her fingers and touching them to the little meat-girl’s forehead before closing the oven again. “Right!” She turned to Lydia with an excited grin. “I think Inspection Room Three is occupied,” Lydia giggled, “but One and Two are free! Any preference?”

“Let’s go with One!” Lydia decided. “Don’t suppose you have a hair-brush in your bag, do you? Mine’s in the office and I want to look my best for the profile photographs!”

“Of course!” Mollie fished one out, tugging out a few stray strands of ginger hair and slightly awkwardly shoving them back into the bag. “Here you go!” She passed the brush to her colleague. “Let’s go!”

Unlike Cole, Lydia showed no reservation about walking the short distance down the corridor in her birthday suit and indeed strutted proudly ahead of Mollie who took the opportunity to take a good look at her delectable rump that was definitely worth an A-grade all on its own! Once in the room, Mollie booted up the terminal and had Lydia enter her own details.

“You know the routine, right?” she smiled once the profile was created. Lydia nodded and stepped up onto the scale for Mollie to record her weight, then by the adjustable apparatus to determine her height. Next, Mollie took out her tape measure and began to collect Lydia’s dimensions as if measuring her for a dress – bust, waist, stomach, shoulders etc., but then also measured the circumference of her bicep and upper thigh. With all the measurements safely recorded, it was time for the grading to begin!

Although Lydia and Mollie were about the same height, Lydia was considerably slimmer and less curvy with a far more athletic and lean body. Her rump and thighs, however, were still deliciously meaty and her relatively small breasts, really not much bigger than Emma’s from the day before, were firm and shapely. Her belly was taught and there was very little fat on her, her ribs showing through her skin, yet she did not actually cross the line into being thin and would make an ideal spit-roaster! Following her normal custom, Mollie kept the individual scores to herself yet kept them all stored in her head. Finally it was time for her gloved fingers to slide up inside Lydia’s apparently very eager teen cunt.

“Okay!” Mollie nodded approvingly once the blonde teen had relaxed her pelvic muscles. “Let’s get these all totted up!” Although tempted to try to watch over Mollie’s shoulder, Lydia stayed in place as the red-head entered all her individual scores into the terminal to determine her grade. “Well,” Mollie looked up with a grin, “you’re an excellent nine! Just like me and Jessica! A solid A-grade!” Lydia beamed proudly. “Now,” Mollie swivelled the terminal’s monitor, “bearing in mind you can decline any offers you don’t feel comfortable with so you are in no way committing yourself, do you have any preferences about cooking methods?”

“Well the spit is an obvious choice I think.” Lydia mused. “But I wouldn’t mind the oven or full processing. Just…” She bit her lip and looked a little embarrassed. “I don’t like the idea of being a live buffet. Does that make me a chicken?”

“Nope!” Mollie grinned, tapping the screen to tick the relevant boxes. “Just a piggy! Now, little piggy, let’s see if you’re as good at posing for photos as you are at taking them!”


To be continued...