Taking Hunter’s advice, Kerry owned the attention she got from her fellow students just as Katie was. Mostly it was looks of shock and surprise and more than once she saw girls bump into each other because their attention was on them rather than on where they were going. The occasional calls of “Looking tasty!” or “Nice tits!” were met with the good humour with which they were clearly intended and Kerry soon found herself waving, blowing kisses and showing off to the various phone cameras pointed in her direction. The teachers, for their part, did at least try to be a little more discrete but there was no mistaking the way they looked at her. In front of the main entrance and attracting almost as much attention as the girls themselves was a white stretch limo, a smartly-dressed woman driver in a white uniform with pink trim standing by the passenger door ready to greet them.

“Good morning!” the driver smiled warmly, touching the brim of her cap in a for of salute. “Do make yourselves comfortable!” Grinning from ear to ear and feeling very much like celebrities, the girls took off their hats and climbed inside, closely followed by Josie and Hunter. Once they were inside and sat down, Katie next to Josie on the seat that faced forward and Kerry beside Hunter facing the back window, the driver closed the door and got in the front.

“Don’t forget to belt up, li’l red!” Hunter winked at her, reaching over to pull the seatbelt across her chest, the back of his hand brushing against her pert, pink nipple. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you! What a waste of great meat that would be!” Kerry giggled as she took hold of the end of the belt and clicked it into place while the others did the same. For some reason, the way Hunter referred to her as meat, despite being more overt and explicit than anything said by Mr Harcourt or any other teacher, felt significantly less predatory to her and gave her none of the slightly uneasy feelings her principal’s enthusiastic comments did. Perhaps it was simply that Hunter was charming and handsome, someone she could feel excited at the prospect of being eaten by? Or maybe it was because by the time they were introduced, her participation was a done deal? She had already agreed to be cooked and served up before they met, it was not as if he had come into her classroom and picked her out to be on the menu which is effectively what her teachers had done to her.

The location of the new Sidney’s was not too far away, on a site where a car dealership had previously stood, closed for as long as Kerry could remember and becoming more and more derelict with each passing year until it had been torn down and the site cleared around Christmas time. Speculation about what would be built in its place had been a frequent topic of conversation in the ensuing months until the banner had finally gone up advertising that Chistleton had been chosen as the location of the next branch of Sidney’s Family Restaurant, the seventh in the UK and the first outside a major city.


To be continued...