“Hey!” she grinned, holding her phone. “Can I get some footage of you arriving?” Obligingly, the meat-girls linked arms and chatted and giggled together as they approached the hall, walked past Sophie and in through the doors. “Great!” Sophie lowered the phone then followed them inside and into the changing room where she resumed filming as they were hanging up their robes and kicking off their slippers. Turning to blow kisses to the camera they walked rather provocatively into the communal shower area, followed by Sophie who stood far enough back to ensure that the lens did not steam up but zoomed in on the girls as they sensually soaped each other all, making sure that every trace of the washable marker pen used to draw the dotted lines of their meat cuts was thoroughly removed but also seeming to pay particular attention to each other’s big, firm, teen breasts and luscious rumps.

This continued for some time, with Jan feeling that she could not really begrudge two girls who were about to be slaughtered for their meat and parted out in the school kitchen a bit of fun in their final half our or so and being well aware of how popular this section of the footage would be but also conscious that they were working within time constraints and that her dad would be waiting to get on with the task of butchering the two delectable volunteers.

Not wanting to spoil the footage by barging into shot, she stood behind her sister and gave a silent signal for them to wrap things up. The girls seemed to notice because they stopped smearing the soap over each other and began to rinse off under the hot water. Sophie then followed them with the camera as they walked, giggling and dripping, wet bodies glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights of the changing room, to collect their towels and dry off. Happy with the footage she had collected, Sophie pressed the button to make the recording fade out.


To be continued...