Quickly, giggling and feeling very satisfied with their performance, relaxing now that it was over and they could just relax and enjoy the rest of the show, the pair scampered down into the library and cleaned themselves up a little then slipped their T-shirts back on. They, along with all the other contestants, had been warned that the winners would be asked to perform their routine again at the end of the show which is why they did not wash of their stage makeup or put their street clothes back on.

When they re-joined the others in the back of the hall, the two sixth-form girls who had been comparing the first half were on stage along with the boards that had been displayed behind them in the lobby showing their meat-cuts front and back. The poster of Andrea, they noticed, already had an unfolded raffle ticket stuck onto it in the top right hand corner, far away from the actual pictures. On a trolley in front of them was a sort of wooden barrel with a crank handle at one end. Zoe recognised it as the device used to mix up the raffle tickets at school fairs. Andrea was currently turning the handle, the process having already apparently been explained.

“So,” Becky grinned, opening the small door on the top of the barrel once her friend stopped rolling it, “the winner of our second bonus prize is…” she took out and unfolded a ticket. “Green two three seven!” A whoop went up from about half way back on the left side of the audience and a boy of seven or eight stood up, encouraged by his parents and waving his ticket in the air. “Okay!” the naked teen grinned. “You get to take my poster home with you this evening. Is it going on your bedroom wall?” she asked, prompting giggles from the audience. “Or you think Mummy will let Daddy hang it in the shed?” Louder laughter followed. “But I know you didn’t buy your tickets tonight for the chance to win posters!” she grinned at the audience in general. “We’re each now going to draw seven tickets to see who wins our prime cuts. Don’t forget, even if you don’t win anything, there will be plenty to buy on your way out!”

“Right!” Andrea declared as Becky took over the cranking duties. “This first ticket is for my left thigh!” She reached in, rooted around a little then pulled out a ticket. “Pink five four one!” A celebratory yelp was heard from towards the back of the audience, close to where the girls were stood, and a man waved his ticket in the air. “Congratulations!” the meat-girl cooed at him before taking a small piece of blu-tac and sticking the winning ticket over the relevant part of her picture. “It will make a great Sunday roast!” Becky then drew for her own left thigh, then Andrea for her right and so on before moving onto buttocks before moving onto breasts.

“Woo! I guess I’m the lucky bastard!” Zoe laughed as her dad held up the ticket to show that he had won Andrea’s right breast. “One of them anyway!”

“Congratulations!” Paula high-fived her. “Think I can come over to yours for dinner?”

“Looks like plenty to go around!” Zoe giggled. “But let’s see what else either of us might win!”

“So glad they’re selling the rest!” Paula observed. “I know my mum is gonna want to take some home!”

It was not long before all four breasts were allocated and Andrea was rummaging in the barrel to see who would get to take home the star prize of her deliciously plump, meaty fillet.

“Oh my god!” Paula exclaimed as she saw her mum triumphantly waving the winning ticket. “Seems like we’re in for a feast!” Becky’s fillet was won by a member of the audience who neither of the girls recognised and finally the draw was over.

“Well, we must be off now.” Becky spoke into the microphone. “We have a date with the butcher that we’re excited to keep!”

To be continued...