Once they were dry, their hair brushed and tied up to keep it out of the way, Andrea reached for her robe.

“No, wait!” Becky giggled. “We’re going to slaughter, right? We should go naked like real piggies!”

“It’s pretty cold out there.” Andrea hesitated, looking less enthusiastic than her friend.

“Not that cold really!” Becky wheedled. “Besides, we’re gonna be outside for maybe a minute. Minute and a half, tops! I don’t think that’s long enough for our nipples to get frost-bite! Come on!” she urged again. “It’s all part of the meat-girl experience!”

“Okay!” Andrea giggled, leaving her robe on the hook then turning to Jan. “I guess we’re going to be frozen pork after all!”

“Hey, it’s your big day!” Jan grinned. “Sophie, why don’t you head out first and get some nice footage of them leaving?” The younger girl happily obliged and stood in position filming as the two teens, now scrubbed clean and looking not only younger because of the lack of makeup but somehow even more naked, a look of erotic vulnerability that they had lacked on stage, walked out of the spots complex and past her, continuing to film as they crossed the playground, making sure to get plenty of footage of their deliciously meaty rumps.

Once they entered the side door of the canteen building, the place where the staff would normally come and go during the day and where stock would be delivered, Sophie switched off the camera and scampered after them.

Back in the hall, the audience were being encouraged to take their seats for the second half. Some were still queuing for the raffle tickets so, knowing that the girls needed to get ready for their performance, Mrs Martin, the music teacher, took over. Since the compares of the first half were now in the process of being butchered, they were replaced Miss Lindsay, the cute twenty year old student who ran an after-school dance class on Wednesdays at the Junior branch of the Academy. To the audience’s great delight, the slim, athletic young woman was dressed in an authentic Sidney hat and boots and nothing else, her long blonde hair curled to complete the classic look.

The opening performance of the second act was, of course, the Sidney’s Six dancers again who this time used the whole stage space to perform the Can-Can to an electro-rock arrangement with a thumbing dance beat behind it, high-kicking in a line then in an outward-facing circle and various other formations with the joyful enthusiasm and freedom of movement that can only come from dancing functionally naked!

Despite all the nudity and the suggestiveness of some of the other performances, the first proper act of the second was far and away the steamiest the audience had seen yet! After the six delicious dancers had finished their energetic routine, the curtains closed and Miss Lindsay came back on stage to lead the applause and also to mention that ticket sales for the raffle were now closed, reminding everyone that at the end of the show, each girl would draw the winning ticket to decide who got to enjoy their meat! She then explained that the next group was a band from Year 11 calling themselves the Euro-Trippers.

The curtains opened to reveal three girls on the stage, all with punk-like accessories, one with jet-black hair and a pieced eyebrow sat at a drum-set, holding her sticks in leather-gloved hands, another who was pale and thin but with big tits and spiked purple hair, dressed in fishnet gloves and biker boots, was holding a bright red electric guitar and stood with one foot on the amp while the final girl, the lead singer, stood in the middle behind the microphone stand. She was wearing orange Doc Martin boots, a black choker and various other pieces of heavy pewter jewellery, her apparently naturally dark blonde hair cropped into a buzz-cut around the sides of her head but left long on top so that her green-dyed fringe flopped over her face, covering one eye. She was in great shape physically, toned and athletic with shapely but firm boobs. All three were wearing heavy, dark makeup in various colours.

“Hey, listen up, everybody!” the lead girl spoke in a deep but distinctly sensual voice, tapping the microphone to get the audience’s attention as if every pair of eyes in the hall was not already fixed on her and her small band. “Got a little special thing I’d like to do tonight!” The words sounded oddly familiar to Zoe, as if the girl on stage were quoting a scene from a movie or TV show although she could not place it for the moment. “I’d like to play a little song for you about the nastiest, freakiest little sex-puppet I know…” This provoked some giggles and some awkward chuckles from the audience, not to mention more than a few alarmed glances between the teachers who were suddenly wishing that they had asked to see each act in advance rather than just being told the format and genre. It was when the girl on stage breathily purred the name “Fiona” the Zoe remembered why the speech was familiar and a broad grin spread across her face as she remembered the old, funny movie she had watched with her dad some time last Summer.

“This one’s for you, babe!” the girl held out her hand and a fourth member of the group ran onto stage from the wings, just as naked as the others but with a far more clean-cut, “good girl” image, her long brown hair in twin braids, her makeup subtle and pretty and wearing patent leather shoes with white ankle socks and a silver cross on a delicate chain around her neck. She was around the same age as the others and had an extremely enviable figure. Although Zoe didn’t know her personally, since she was a few years above her in the school, she was fairly sure that she was a member of the swim-team and there was no doubt that both she and the screen-haired punk she was now making out shamelessly with in front of everyone would make excellent spit-roasters. “Happy anniversary!” the lead singer grinned wolfishly as the embrace broke and the heavy thrash-metal riffs of the song started up.

The the amused recognition of half the audience and the wide-eyed shock of the other half, the punk girl began to sing about how the boyfriend of the girl who was currently grinding on her so protectively that it would not have been too surprising if she abandoned the song half way through and the pair of them just started going to town right there on the stage had no idea that she regularly fucked her behind his back. The musical talent of the girls was apparently and the song catchy with the performance never quite crossing any lines so before it was half was through all those who had been concerned at the start began to relax and enjoy it with everyone else.

“Wouldn’t want to be Scotty right now!” Paula giggled to Zoe as the song reached it’s final repetitive chorus. The song ended and the lead singer held the microphone out over the audience, all of whom were now chanting “Scotty doesn’t know! Scotty doesn’t know!” over and over until the pair of illicit lovers on stage began to make out again and the curtains closed. With that performance being the very definition of a tough act to follow, it seemed good that the next entry was something of a change of pace – a girl from Year 10, wearing only her glasses and a pair of flip-flops, performing an observational stand-up comedy act which went down a treat with the students in the audience as many of her “bits” were about the school itself and the teachers, all delivered with clear affection and good humour which had even those who were the butt of her jokes laughing along.

Following her was another musical act but this time from a group of five Year 7 girls. They stood in a line on the stage, all wearing head-mics, jangly bracelets and very short scarves trimmed with metal coins along the edge around their waists, tied as the Sidney Six’s had been to accentuate their hip movements whilst leaving nothing what so ever to the imagination. The song they performed was “The Macarena”, with the girl in the middle singing the verses and the four that stood in pairs either side of her providing the chorus. These four also performed the famous dance constantly throughout the song with the lead-singer joining in the for the choruses. As cheesy and repetitive as the dance was and despite their relatively young age, the group of eleven and twelve year olds on stage manage to turn its inherent sensuousness up to a whole new level, their provocative wiggling causing several members o the audience to squirm in their seats almost as much as the Lambada which had closed out Act One!

In the kitchen of the school cafeteria, a special area had been cleaned for the butcher to work. A trolley waited to transport the meat and a large roll of cling-film was ready to be used to wrap the wrap the individual cuts. As well as Jan and Sophie, Mrs McGregor, the head cook, was there to help with some of the processing such as mincing the less prestigious cuts and forming the meat into sauces and burgers as well as trays of mince. Since there was no way to hang the teens from the ceiling as he would do in the back room of his own shop, the butcher had set up a wide A-frame from which they could both be suspended and, to minimise the mess left once they were done, the floor was covered with plastic sheets and large plastic containers were on hand to collect the blood and viscera and keep it as contained as possible.

The butcher and Mrs McGregor were already wearing recyclable single-use protective suits over their clothes with hoods that covered their hair but, since their dad had yet to find a supplier of similar suits in smaller sizes, the sisters quickly stripped as naked as the meat-girls, folding their clothes neatly and placing them on the counter behind the closed serving hatch, well out of the way of any potential splashes, then put on shower caps to keep their hair clean.

“So,” the butcher smiled once everyone was ready, gesturing to his tools which were laid out on a small trolley as if he were a surgeon or dentist, “it’s time to get started! Sorry that the set-up isn’t ideal,” he explained apologetically to the soon-to-be-slaughtered teens, “but it’s all tried and tested. I’ll be hanging you by your ankles in just a moment,” he continued, “then I’ll cut your throats and make sure you’re bled out by the time I start making any more cuts. You might feel a little… Yes?” he asked, surprised to see that Andrea had raised her hand to ask a question. “What is it, honey?”

“I was wondering…” Andrea asked, twisting her hands together behind her back and shuffling her feet awkwardly, her cheeks burning, “It’s just, well, we only get to do this once and I’d really like to know what getting butchered feels like so I was wondering if…” she paused again and bit her lip as if trying to get up the nerve to ask. The butcher and his three assistants smiled at her encouragingly, urging her to make her request, while her fellow meat-girl watched with curiosity. “Do you think you could cut my tits off before you kill me?” she blurted out then smiled hopefully.

“Of course!” The butcher chuckled. “You’re not my first piggy to request something like that! In fact, there was this one girl once, only the fourth or fifth I’d ever harvested, who asked me to keep her alive for as long as possible while I butchered her. In the end I didn’t actually have to cut her throat at all! There’s only so many body-parts that can be cut away before the body gives up on its own! It was quite an experience, I can tell you!” he chuckled. “So sure, if you’d like, I have no problem harvesting your breast-meat first. What about you?” he turned to Becky. “Would you like the same?”

“No thank you.” the other teen replied confidently and the butcher acknowledged this with a polite smile, opening his mouth to give the next instruction before she surprised him by continuing. “I’d like the other one, please?”

“The other one?” he asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

“The other method you talked about!” Becky reminded him. “That’s what I’d like!”

“Ah, okay!” the butcher smiled, assuming she was referring to what he had first described. “Well let’s get you strung up so when I cut your…”

“No, sorry!” Becky interrupted, sounding a little frustrated. “Not that! The other method! The one you just talked about? Where you keep cutting my meat off my body until I die?”
To be continued...