“How do we look?” Katie asked, hopping off the stall with a grin and giving a little twisty twirl to show herself off.

“Good enough to eat!” Josie chuckled, an answer which seemed to please the little meat-girl very much. “Ready to go?” Kerry got down off her own seat and adjusted her white hat. She had to admit, it looked good on her and suited her colouring far better than a pink one would have! She waited to be offered her robe or a new one but, when no such offer came, began to look around for the one she had taken off for Hunter. “Is everything okay?” Josie asked.

“Yeah,” Kerry smiled, “just looking for my robe.”

“Oh you don’t need that.” Josie told her with a smile but a firm tone. “From now on, you’re a Sidney’s girl!” Kerry gulped a little. She had known she would be naked for the events themselves, not to mention when she cooked, but had assumed she would be afforded a little modesty in between, especially as, from the sounds that floated across the field from both sides, people were starting to arrive for school and the playground would be pretty full.

“No need to be shy, li’l red.” Hunter smiled kindly, offering her his hand. “Just strut like you own the place! You know,” he continued in a slightly conspiratorial tone, “Sidney always said she never actually felt naked when she was dressed like this. She thought of it as her work uniform, a naked girl costume!” Kerry nodded. It seemed a good way to think of it – she wasn’t naked, she was dressed as Sidney!

“Thanks.” She smiled, accepting his offered hand. Katie happily latched onto his other and Josie went ahead, opening the front of the tent fully so that they could walk out together. The roasting pits that were being assembled when Kerry arrived were fully set up now, the spits gleaming on their rack and the two currently upright spitting frames waited, tucked up against the side of the tent. For a moment, Kerry felt a small stab of regret that she would not get to see how she looked on the spit. Perhaps, she thought to herself, if she remembered, she could ask her mum or someone else to take some pictures on their phone to show her.

Standing near to the roasting pit, talking to a member of the crew, was Mr Harcourt. He expressed delight at seeing the girls emerging with the handsome businessman and enthused about how delicious they looked in a way that was clearly intended to be complimentary and encouraging and which Katie clearly loved but which Kerry couldn’t help finding borderline creepy. While it was nice to know that people were looking forward to her meat and she had been flattered when Hunter asked to reserve one of her sweet little tits, hearing the principal of her school gushing about how much he wanted to eat her hit rather differently and she could not help remembering that she had been put forward for this role by, apparently, the majority of her teachers, meaning that when asked which of their pupils they would most like to eat, she had been the one most of them thought of. She wondered for how many of them it had been a spontaneous decision and how many had spent the entire time she had been at the school imagining how good she’d be to eat?! Not wanting to make any sort of scene or spoil the mood, she responded politely to his comments and gave him a smile but could not shake the uncomfortable feeling of his hungry eyes on her naked body as she walked away.

While everyone on the field had been in some way connected with the event, most giving them only passing glances, the playground as they walked up the side of the main school building towards the front entrance where the car would be waiting was another matter.

“Remember,” Hunter leaned down to whisper to her, giving her hand a comforting squeeze, “strut like you own the place! Anyone tries to cat-call you, just wave and blow them a kiss!”

To be continued...