“But before we go,” Andrea took the mike back, “we have one last surprise for you! Don’t forget that tickets to win one of our delicious dancers, cooked by a method of your choice and served up to you and your party in a private Sidney’s dining room, are on sale through the interval and that draw will take place at the end of the show! To remind you what’s on offer, the Sidney Six are going to do an extra dance for you now to close out this first half of the show!” There was wild applause from the audience as Becky and Andre blew kisses and walked off stage. The curtains opened to reveal the six dancers, bodies gleaming with some kind of shimmery moisturiser, the lights dim and atmospheric. They were wearing black Flamenco shoes and had sheer orange and red scarves tied around their waists, positioned to the side so as to leave their rumps and fillets fully exposed. The music began and they danced to “The Lambada”, the most overtly sexy dance of the evening yet.

The performance was incredibly erotic and the younger members of the audience giggled at seeing how hot under the collar a lot of the parents, especially the dads, and even some of the teachers seemed to be watching. When the curtains closed and the lights came back on, signalling the start of the interval, there was a rush not to the refreshment stand as is usually the case at such events but to the stand in the lobby where the raffle tickets were on sale. This time the girls themselves, now back in their Sidney outfits from the beginning and each enjoying a well-earned cold drink were hanging around the stand, posing for selfies with audience members and generally serving as the most effective possible advert for their own meat!

Since their parents, they knew, had already bought plenty of tickets, Zoe and Paula went to find them to ask what they thought of the show so far and their act in particular, lining up with them in the relatively short queue at the refreshment stand where the parents got teas and coffees along with a selection of cake slices, jam tarts and other treats donated by various other parents, while the girls got a nice cold can of Coke each.

Although the actual butchering was to take place in the school kitchen, the two teens needed to clean up first, getting rid of the meat-cut lines that were just for show and the makeup they were wearing, not to mention the accumulated results of standing under the hot stage lights! Not participating in the show herself but keen to help out her dad, hoping to become his official apprentice when she left school, the butcher’s daughter Jan from year 11 was waiting to escort them and would be assisting with their actual slaughter and processing.

“Hey!” she greeted them as they came down the steps into the library. “Ready to be delicious?” The older teens both giggled. “Here.” Jan handed them fluffy robes. “It’s really cold outside and the good people here want fresh meat, not frozen!” They slipped the robes on and the slippers provided and followed her out into the chilly December evening. “Hope you don’t mind if we film?” she asked conversationally as they crossed the playground to the sports hall. “It will be great publicity for Dad’s services and a lot of people who will be enjoying your meat would probably like to see your journey!”

“Sure!” Andrea shrugged. “It’s not like anyone can give us a hard time over it!”

“True!” Becky giggled. “What do we care? It’s not like we’re going to be around to get embarrassed!”

“That’s the spirit!” Jan grinned. “I know it shouldn’t be a big deal but some girls do get weirdly precious about it, like it’s some intimate or private moment. Or they don’t like the idea of being filmed naked. Not sure why that matters when their private parts are going to be displayed to the public in a chiller cabinet but hey.” She shrugged theatrically. “I’m going to be helping Dad with the butchering so it’s going to be Sophie who actually does the filming. Hope that’s okay?”

They were about to ask who Sophie was but just then they saw a younger girl, nine or ten years old, wearing jeans and a Christmas sweater, stood outside the sports hall and waving to them. Although her hair was darker, leaning more towards brown than Jan’s strawberry blonde, the resemblance between the two girls made it clear that Sophie was her younger sister.


To be continued...