Late the next morning, at the allotted time, Mollie, Doug and Lydia pulled up at the Castleford family home, a big house with an even bigger garden, where Mr and Mrs Castleford would be celebrating their wedding anniversary that afternoon with their fifteen year old daughter Megan as the main course. Mollie and Doug had both been there only a couple of weeks earlier when they had provided the catering for Megan’s Sidney party in the shape of a confident, twelve year old boy named Timothy, or Timbo to his friends, who had been spit-roasted for the hungry girls. Being a Sidney party, the guests had all been young girls dressed in nothing but colourful cowboy boots and Stetsons, when they were not in the pool that was, and at Mrs Castleford’s suggestion, Mollie had stripped off to join them. Today, however, she and the others were wearing the more formal version of their uniform with pressed, black, button-up shirts rather than polo-shirts and Mollie was fairly confident none of them would be expected to undress.

Megan was in the pool when the her mum, Janice, showed them through, instructing them to feel free to open the side gate to bring their equipment into the garden. The teen meat-girl was swimming naked of course, her shapely rump cresting the water as she swam and looking incredibly appetising. Looking over and seeing the catering team, she waved then heaved herself out of the water, looking for a moment like a far more risqué version of The Little Mermaid.

“Those are definitely going to need the skewers!” Lydia observed, as much to herself as to the others, as she watched Megan’s big teen boobs bouncing as she lifted herself out of the water and onto the side of the pool then stood up. Without a hint of self-consciousness, the meat-girl walked towards them, naked and dripping, wringing out her thick, blonde hair as she walked.

“Hi!” she grinned when she got close enough for conversation not to be awkwardly shouted. “Are you here to set up?”

“That’s right.” Mollie smiled. “You remember Doug from your Sidney party?” Megan nodded and gave him a friendly smile of acknowledgement. “And this is Lydia.”

“Nice to meet you.” the younger teen smiled sweetly, her eyes drifting to the long, sharp, steep pole that Doug was carrying. The pole on which her delicious young body would soon be impaled so that she could be roasted for her parents’ friends, many of whom she had never met before.

“Now, in terms of logistics,” Mollie got down to business, setting down the bundle of equipment she was carrying on the patio, “we’re planning to set up very much like we did with Timothy last time. Do you know if your parents want you ready to serve when the guests arrive or whether they want them to be able to watch the spitting?”

“I think they want you to do it once everyone is here.” Megan replied thoughtfully. “Pretty sure I heard them talking about me giving out drinks while everyone’s arriving,” she explained before adding with a giggle, “let them get a good look at the menu!”

“Well it certainly is an appetising one!” Mollie grinned. It was considered poor etiquette within the trade to ask a meat-girl or boy if they were sure about their choice at this stage in proceedings, that was a conversation for the sign-up session or at the time of the initial booking, but Mollie prided herself on having a pretty good instinct for who was truly willing and who was being pressured or made to feel like they did not have a choice and she detected no reluctance in Megan, even ‘though this was exactly the kind of event where girls or boys could feel railroaded into being on the menu. This was a great relief. Official protocol was that she proceeded unless the meat gave a specific plea or instruction to stop but it never felt good cooking someone who didn’t seem entirely at peace with the idea.

“Ah you’re out of the pool already!” Mr Castleford came out smiling and put an arm around his daughter’s shoulders, apparently not minding the pool water dampening his shirt. The way she hugged him back showed that relaxed, wholesome affection was normal within this family. It was a nice thing to see. “I was just coming to tell you to get out so your mum can get you cleaned up and prettified!” he chuckled. “Not that you need any help to look pretty, of course!” he assured her quickly. “But she wants to do your hair and try out that edible makeup kit she got. Did you have a towel out here?” he asked, looking around, realising that his wife would not be best pleased with their daughter dripping her way through the house, leaving wet footprints and dripping on the freshly-cleaned carpets.

“Yeah,” she smiled, “it’s on the chair by the pool. I’ll go grab it.” She kissed him on the cheek then padded happily back towards the pool.

“You have a very beautiful daughter.” Lydia complimented the kindly man.

“I do, don’t I?” he smiled back proudly. “Delicious too, I hope?”

“From the looks of that rump, I’d say so!” Mollie grinned and everyone chuckled together. “She said you wanted her to give out drinks while people were arriving? What time do you want us to put her on to cook?”

“Well we’re expecting guests to start arriving from twelve,” Mr Castleford replied thoughtfully, “so maybe one? How long do you think she’ll take to cook?”

“Well with her body type,” Mollie replied in a matter of fact tone, “the outer layers of meat can be ready to serve in a little under two hours but we leave the carcass over the coals to keep cooking, that way the meat stays nice and moist and does not dry out and by the time people are ready for seconds, there will be more that’s freshly cooked. Sound good?”

“Well I’ll have to check with the boss, of course!” Mr Castleford chuckled, clearly referring to his wife, Janice. “But it sounds good to me!”


To be continued...