“Follow me, please.” she invited, collecting their papers from the receptionist and leading them through into the corridor which led to the inspection room and kitchen. “We’re booked into Inspection Room Two.” Mollie explained, surprised by how flustered she was feeling. There was just something about these three Mediterranean beauties that was making her feel like an awkward school girl again! She opened the unlocked door, ushered them through then followed them inside. The older girl was dressed in tight black jeans and a short white puffer jacket over a white crop top which clung like paint to the contours of her adolescent chest and showed off her taught stomach and her younger sister was wearing shorts the same shade of olive green as her mum’s suit which managed to be loose yet show off her rump to great effect at the same time, and a white sleeveless shirt which was tied up in the middle, resulting in a plunging neck-line and a bare stomach like her sisters. The clothes all three were wearing looked very expensive and Mollie was reasonably sure that any one of their outfits would likely have cost as much as her entire wardrobe. Still, like most of the genuinely wealthy people she had met, they had no airs about them and all seemed relaxed, warm and friendly.

“Do you want us to undress?” Mrs Ramierez asked in a practical tone which never the less made Mollie’s cheeks feel hot and she hoped that she was not visibly blushing.

“No need for that just yet.” she smiled back, pulling some chairs away from the wall and arranging three of them in a little semi-circle facing the console desk where she would be sitting. “We’ll just have a little chat first, then I’ll take a look at your meat. Please,” she gestured towards the chairs, “make yourselves comfortable.” They did as invited and Mollie sat down, one leg crossed over the other, and brought up their file on the computer, comparing the information to the handwritten forms. “So, we’ve got the three of you down to cook for a private party, is that right?” All three nodded happily. “What’s the occasion?” Mollie asked with a friendly smile. “Must be something pretty special!”

“My little sister’s engagement party.” Mrs Ramierez grinned. “We’re so excited for her!”

“I see!” Mollie grinned. “Although, I hope I’m not speaking out of turn here, but didn’t she want to have you for the wedding? Your girls would make lovely bridesmaids and with you as a centrepiece…?”

“It’s a fairly small wedding,” the beautiful woman who, according to the file Mollie had open in front of her, was thirty four years old but could easily have passed for mid-twenties, “on a beach on a sweet little Pacific island. Just them, her parents, his parents and a couple of close friends. I think they’re planning to barbecue a local girl afterwards. The engagement party is the big affair for all friends and family so they need plenty of food!” She said this with a proud grin which helped Mollie relax a little. As beautiful as she was, there was nothing intimidating about her personality and she seemed very likeable.

“I see,” she nodded, “that makes sense.” Her eyes darted to the listed marital status, to make sure she was not about to put her foot in it and confirming that it did indeed list her as married rather than divorced or widowed. “Did your husband take much convincing to let you be on the menu?”

“I’d say not!” she laughed with an infectious giggle. “Who do you think my little sister is marrying?”

“I see!” Mollie blushed a little again, curious to know more about this apparently very open-minded family dynamic but deciding it was probably best not to ask too many questions. It seemed clear that none of them seemed at all upset about the situation so she didn’t think it would be appropriate to pry any further. “And do you have any preferences about cooking style?”

“Spit for me!” the younger daughter, Isabella, grinned impishly.

“Ditto!” smiled Sophia, her own cheeks turning a little pink as she looked down at the floor and tucked a strand of hair over her ear. Mollie knew that look well. At her age, the young teen was very well aware of why spitting was such a popular cooking method for girls and was clearly excited about more than just the prospect of being food!

“Yes, spit for both the girls.” Mrs Ramierez confirmed while Mollie nodded approvingly. Even fully clothed, it was clear that both sisters would make wonderful spit-roasts. “For me…” Now it was the mother’s turn to look slightly abashed. “Whenever I’ve imagined myself cooking, right from when I was little, I always saw myself a turkey in the oven. Do you think that would work? I know it’s normally more for little ones but…”

“Of course!” Mollie assured her. “Grown women can make lovely roast turkeys too! A girl only gets to cook once after all!” She winked. “Might as well make it the roasting of your dreams! So,” she scrolled down on the open file on the computer to the notes section, “there’s two options for you really. I see you’ve booked the venue already but there’s no on-site cooking equipment, none of a suitable size anyway.”

“No, sorry.” Mrs Ramierez apologised.

“Oh no need!” Mollie smiled warmly. “I’m just making sure all the information we have is accurate. It’s no issue for us to provide all the equipment. The roasting pits can be easily set up on site for the girls. Hey, speaking of which,” she turned to them with a grin, “we can either do you side by side or we have a pretty cool new one where you kinda turn around each other and rub against each other while you cook. It always looks like the girls who ride it have a lot of fun!”

“Oh that sounds awesome!” Isabella gushed. “Can we Mummy, please?”

“Yeah that sounds great!” Sophia agreed. “Please, Mum?”

“Of course!” their mother smiled indulgently. “Like Mollie here said, a girl only gets to cook once!”

“Will you be the one cooking us?” asked Sophia, the deepening blush of her cheeks suggesting she did not think this a horrible idea.

“No, sorry.” Mollie smiled apologetically. “I’ll be riding the spit myself this Saturday! But don’t worry,” she assured them, “I’ll make sure I leave you in very capable hands!”

“I don’t doubt it!” Mrs Ramierez grinned as the girls looked at the busty red-head with star-struck awe. “But you mentioned a couple of different options for me?”

“Oh yes, of course!” Mollie returned her thoughts to the business at hand. “Well, we do have portable ovens we can take on site and prepare you there, or we can prepare and roast you here then take you to the party in one of our keep-warm trolleys and deliver you ready to serve.”

“Oh!” Mrs Ramierez looked genuinely at a loss. “I mean, I would like to be able to greet the guests and say my goodbyes, show off the menu a little,” she giggled, “but on the other hand, it would be much nicer to be prepared in your big kitchen here with all the resources to hand and the proper ovens. Hm,” she cupped her chin and tapped her lips with her index finger, “it’s a tricky one! Do I have to decide now?”

“No,” Mollie smiled, “but we will need to know before the day so we can make proper arrangements and work out the timings, that sort of thing.”

“Of course.” the beautiful woman nodded.

“We could maybe record a video message from you for the guests if we prepare you here?” Mollie suggested. “Maybe put together a little highlight reel of your prep and cooking as well to get people in the mood and play it just before we serve you?”

“Ooh that could work!” Mrs Ramierez grinned.

“Well, have a think.” Mollie smiled again. “You’ve got plenty of time yet! Right, the time has come!” She clapped her hands together and grinned. “Let’s take a look at what ingredients we’re working with! Pop your clothes off for me,” she smiled, “you can leave them on the chairs, then I’ll take a good look at you.”

Being quite used to seeing potential meat naked but knowing very well that watching someone undress could often be far more exciting and arousing than actually seeing the result, Mollie busied herself on the computer, trying to give her notes her full attention but unable to keep from peeking out the corner of her eye as the trio stripped off.

As they were already sat down, all three started by taking their shoes off. The girls were both wearing slipper-socks under their designer trainers which came off straight away after but their mother was wearing tights so did not take these off just yet. Standing up, Sophia took off her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of the chair then pulled off her top, revealing her plain but silky-looking black bra underneath. Isabella had untied the front of her shirt and was fiddling with the few buttons that were actually done up while Mrs Ramierez hung her own jacket on the back of her chair and started to unbutton her blouse. Isabella was the only one of the three not wearing a bra and Mollie couldn’t help admiring her cute little buds as she carefully folded her shirt and hung on it over her chair. They reminded her of Selena’s. Sophia was pulling down her tight jeans now and their mum unzipping her skirt. Like her daughter, she wore matching black underwear that was clearly a set. When Isabella pulled down her shorts, Mollie noticed that her panties were lime green, a colour that she would more have expected on a swimsuit rather than underwear.

With the least to take off, Isabella was the first one to be naked and she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, clearly very comfortable in her own skin, as she watched her mother and sister finish undressing. Sophia unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders as Mrs Ramierez was pulling down her tights. The teenager’s firm young breasts bounced a little as they were released but remained and she then slid her panties down her smooth, shapely legs. Their mother’s bra was front-fixing and she undid it then slipped it off and finally pulled down her own knickers and added them to the neat pile on her chair.

“Okay!” Mrs Ramierez called once all three of them were in their birthday suits. Pretending that she had not already been checking them out, Mollie spun her seat around so she could face them, taking a good, proper look at them for the first time.

All three looked absolutely breathtaking, even more so than she had imagined! From the evenness of their skin-tone, it was clear that this was a family who enjoyed being naked outside or at least had a sunbed at home that they all used regularly – no pale swimsuit-areas for them! Looking at them, Mollie felt that she could have been looking at the same person at three different stages in their life. All three had long, shapely legs, with thick thighs and toned calves. While the girls’ bellies were taught and slightly concave, Mrs Ramierez’s had an appealing softness to it and it was easy to imagine it bulging with stuffing. Sophia’s breasts were well-proportioned to her overall size, firm and round with perky nipples which, like her mother’s and sister’s, were a dark tan colour. Isabella’s, as Mollie had previously noted, were small and just starting to come in really but never the less cute and perky and would be a tasty treat for whoever wound up with them on their plate but their mother’s were nothing short of spectacular! The size and shape of honeydew melons, they defied gravity in a way which even Mollie found enviable yet looked completely natural. The young caterer licked her lips involuntarily as she imagined them being pierced with a carving fork and lovingly sliced, the crispy skin cracking as it was cut into and the clear juices running out as the pink, creamy meat within was carved.

Lowering her eyes, Mollie looked at their beautiful fillets, all completely smooth of course, plump and slightly bulging, meaty and delicious-looking with a family resemblance almost as uncanny as their faces. At her request, delivered in as professional a tone as possible, they all three turned around to show Mollie their rumps. Mrs Ramierez’s was the biggest of course, round and juicy, the kind of rump that would make a wonderful meal all on its own if she had decided to go to the butcher instead. The girls’ were tighter and more toned but still round and big for their overall size. All three really did have the kinds of bodies it would seem like a crime not to cook and eat and the sisters were born spit-roasters if ever such a thing existed!

“Well?” Mrs Ramierez grinned. “First impressions?”

“First impressions are excellent!” Mollie chuckled. “I’d say the party guests are in for a real treat! Now, official gradings aren’t necessary from a private party but I understand you want them?”

“Oh yes!” the beautiful, naked woman nodded emphatically. “We want everyone to know for a fact that they’re enjoying premium meat!”

“I don’t think there’d be any doubt about that!” Mollie assured her. “But if you’d like to make it official, then I’m more than happy to inspect and grade you now!” This was, of course, the understatement of the century. “Who’s up first?”


To be continued...