“Let me introduce you!” Maria beamed, slipping her arm through Mollie’s and pulling her a little closer. “Everyone, this is my lovely new friend, Mollie.” The redhead felt her cheeks getting warm as she gave a little wave. “Mollie, this is my Mamma and Pappa.” she indicated one of the couples who both raised their wine-glasses to her in greeting with warm smiles.

“Please,” the woman who was still incredibly beautiful and looked at most ten years older than her daughter, although Mollie knew that could not be the case, “call us Lucia and Mateo.” Mollie smiled back and nodded her acknowledgement.

“These are my in-laws, Hector and Cecelia.” This couple also greeted her with a raised glass. They were friendly-looking enough and clearly very wealthy. Something about silver-haired Hector’s look made Mollie think of organised crime and she scolded herself internally for stereotyping but there was a feeling she could just not shake. “My dear husband, Carlos.” she gazed at the handsome, dark-haired man with obvious adoration and love. Instead of simply raising a glass to her, Maria’s husband stood, took Mollie’s hand and kissed it chivalrously. As well as being handsome and ridiculously wealthy, he was clearly quite the charmer too.

“So, you are the famous Mollie!” He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “The beautiful lady who will be cooking my practice family!” This comment made Mollie feel a little uneasy, worried that Maria may be offended to hear herself and her daughter described that way but she just giggled.

“Well, not exactly!” Mollie gave a little chuckle. “I have… other plans that would get in the way of that, but my company, yes!”

“And last but not least,” Maria beamed, “my lovely baby sister, Rosita!” The young woman stood and gave Mollie a warm, sisterly hug as if they had been friends all their lives, then quickly followed this up with a distinctly un-sisterly kiss!

“Lovely to meet you!” She grinned with a genuine friendliness. “My sister always did have the best taste!” Mollie felt her cheeks graduate from warm to burning and she was grateful for the orange-hued mood lighting in restaurant, clearly designed to mimic fire light, hoping it would disguise the colour her face had gone just a little.

“Please!” Carlos pulled out a chair for Mollie as his young fiance and sister-in-law sat back down. “Sit, sit!” Mollie accepted the invitation and he did the same for Maria with the chair beside her then poured them both a glass of wine.

“So how does it work here?” Mollie asked, curiously. “Is there a menu or a specials board or something?”

“It’s a five course set menu.” Lucia explained kindly with no hint of condescension in her tone. “But I promise you the chefs here are just…” She put her fingers to her lips in a traditional “chef’s kiss”. “You are in for a real treat!”

“Ah, and here she comes now!” Carlos grinned, looking past Mollie in the direction of the doors to the kitchen which, in keeping with the rest of the décor, bore the facade of heavy, dark oak castle doors with big black hinges and knockers, despite being normal swing-doors typical of a restaurant kitchen that were plain grey on the other side. A man in chef’s whites with slicked-back black hair in a long ponytail and a moustache that gave him the look of a biker, or perhaps a member of a rock band, was leading a little girl of around six years old towards their table, holding her hand as if they were in their way to feed the ducks in the park. The girl was, of course, stark naked with a slightly bulging belly and a lovely plump fillet beneath it. Her rump was firm and round and her thighs thick for her age. Her hair was dirty-blonde and straight, falling slightly over one side of her cute face and a few inches past her shoulders. She was adorably pretty and deliciously meaty in all the right places! An easy 9/10 in Mollie’s professional estimation, making her an A-grade meat-girl. She wouldn’t go very far in a big party but was the perfect size for a meal for eight. The man guided the little girl towards Maria and Carlos, giving her a playful pat on her backside which made her giggle.

“Hi!” she said sweetly with a slightly shy smile, the kind young children typically get when being introduced to new people, especially adults. “I’m Ava, I’m your dinner tonight!”

“And a lovely dinner you will be too!” Maria gushed, putting her hands on the little girl’s shoulders and looking her up and down appraisingly.

“May I?” Hector asked in a way that did not seem like a question. Carlos ushered the little meat-girl towards his father who proceeded to inspect her in a way that Mollie thought a little rougher than necessary, looking her over like a piece of livestock he was considering buying at auction, including having her open her mouth to check her teeth. Ava cooperated and did not seem unhappy, perhaps a little confused, as the older man turned her around, poked and squeezed her from various angles. “Very good!” he nodded, as if his had been the final word that was being waited for. “She’ll do nicely!”

“Would you mind if I took a look?” Mollie asked, wanting to give the little girl a more positive memory to take with her to the kitchen. “Professional curiosity and all that?”

“Please!” Carlos smiled, guiding Ava with a hand on the small of her back towards the pretty caterer who was apparently not capable of taking a proper night off. “Be our guest!” Mollie held out her arms to the little girl who came to her happily then lifted her onto her lap.

“Do you know what my job is?” she smiled as the others, but especially Maria, watched her fondly. Ava shook her head, a look of wide-eyed curiosity on her cute little face. “It’s my job to look at little girls like you and work out exactly how delicious they’re going to be!” Mollie grinned and tickled the meat-girl lightly on the belly which made her giggle happily. “And to cook them too, but it’s my night off so someone else is going to cook you for me!” Ava giggled again. “But I’d love to give you a little grading so I know how much yumminess to expect, would that be okay?” Ava nodded, her pretty hazel eyes wide again. “Good! Stretch out your leg for me, honey.”

The sweet little meat-girl did as she was told and Mollie began to feel the toned, meaty limb with experienced gentleness, making sure to remark on its quality as she did so. When both legs had been felt she moved onto the arms.

“Looking forward to the kitchen?” she asked conversationally as she felt around Ava’s ribs, shoulders and belly.

“Oh yeah!” the little girl grinned excitedly. “The chef’s going to chop my head off with his big knife then put me in the oven to make me delicious!”

“Ooh that sounds like fun!” Mollie grinned. “You know, I’m going to be cooked outside at a party on the weekend. Do you think I’ll be good?” The younger girl nodded emphatically, enjoying this unexpected bonding moment with a fellow meat-girl.

“Your boobs will be yummy!” she informed Mollie with absolute confidence.

“I hope so!” Mollie chuckled. “I’m pretty sure they’re why I got ordered in the first place!” Ava giggled. “Now, can you lay on your tummy for me so I can check out your rump?” The younger girl happily wiggled herself into position, the adults around the table all smiling indulgently, loving this extra little show even if it was technically delaying their meal by a few more minutes. Mollie carefully stroked, squeezed and kneaded Ava’s cute, round backside, remarking on its firmness and declaring how tender and tasty it would be when roasted. As a playful end to this part of the inspection, she tapped out a little rhythm as if the meaty buttocks were a pair of bongo drums, making the naked meat-girl giggled again, then helped her to sit up.

“One more test to do!” Mollie grinned, parting Ava’s knees a little wider and reaching between her thighs. Since she was dealing with such a small girl, she slid only her middle finger into Ava’s cute, plump little fillet which, unsurprisingly, was self-basting very nicely as welcomed the intruder hungrily. Ava’s already big, round eyes opened a little wider but she made no protest as Mollie used her thumb to check the thickness of her fillet. “Now, I want you to pretend you have to pee really badly but you have to hold it in,” Mollie grinned, “and squeeze my finger as hard as you can!” Ava giggled some more as she did what as she was asked, finding that she liked Mollie a lot which made her look forward even more to being her dinner. “Good girl!” Mollie grinned, drawing out her finger, then, as she was not wearing a glove and was not at work anyway so did not have to stick to professional behaviour standards, popped the sticky finger into her own mouth and sucked off the sweet honey.

“Mmm!” she exclaimed. “You really are super-yummy! I can’t wait to taste the rest of you!” Ava grinned broadly, clearly very pleased to hear this. “Okay, little piglet!” Mollie helped her down off her lap then gave her cute bare butt a playful pat. “Time for you to go to the kitchen I think!” The little meat-girl gave her older counterpart a spontaneous hug, squashing the side of her face momentarily into Mollie’s substantial bosom, then waved cheerfully to the rest of the table.

“Bye everyone!” she beamed cheerfully, taking the chef’s hand again. “Enjoy your dinner!”

To be continued...