"Leftovers" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/7b5ke6mh Created on: Thursday 2nd of February 2017 01:22:55 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:23:36 AM UTC Leftovers Druzella heaved a soft sigh, settling herself in her chair. She was not looking forward to this at all, but orders were orders, and hers had been made plain enough. The door opened and Alice McDougall slid in; mousy-brown hair, large, thick glasses, and large, somewhat-vacant eyes. She stood maybe 5-foot-3, was rail-thin, and had the stooped, hunched posture of someone who had been bullied for quite some time. "You wanted to see me, Miss Masterson?" "Yes, Alice, please have a seat." The girl looked puzzled, but took a seat, "What's this about?" Dru sighed softly and put her hands together, slowly washing them as she talked. "You're a good worker, Alice, when you choose to be. You're smart, funny, occasionally brilliant. The problem is that you do so so rarely that it's starting to have an impact on others' work. You've been absent without explanation for seven days in the past two months, and your lack of preparation and disregard of orders to improve your attitude has come to the attention of the Partners." Alice's huge eyes blinked at her through her glasses. Her paled as she realized how deep her trouble was, "I can do better, Ms. Masterson, honest I can!" "I don't doubt it, Alice, I've seen the kind of work you can do when you apply yourself, but that's not an option anymore." "W-What do you mean, Miss?" The girl was trembling in her chair, clutching herself a bit in fear. "They're not going to fire me are they?" "No, they aren't," Dru sighed, "I wish they -had- just fired you. No, they invoked Article 6, paragraph 13 of your employee contact instead." At the girl's blank expression, Dru sighed again. "And because I anticipated that you hadn't bothered to read your contract, here's a copy." She took a small stack of pages from a desk drawer and handed them to the girl, who rapidly flicked through them. Dru knew when the girl had read the relevant paragraph when her cheeks drained of all color, and her eyes stared up at Dru in disbelief, "They can't, I resign, they can't do that to me!" "They can and they have, Alice. I'm sorry." "No, they can't, I won't let them!" Dru's voice held the same whip-crack she used in the courtroom. "Sit down, meat!" Alice shrank back in her chair, whimpering in fear as Dru went on, "You know, or at least -should- know the penalty for running out on this sort of thing. Escaping lawful harvesting of your meat means the forfeiture of your next of kin's meat instead. Do you -really- want to do that to your own mother?" Alice sobbed and shook her head, sniffling softly. "Good. Now, go home and get dressed in something loose. You're going to be the main course at the company cookout tonight." Alice stumbled a bit as her mother tugged on her elbow, almost dragging her wayward daughter into view. Dru gave a soft sniff at the girl's shameful display of terror as she spotted the spit-roasting equipment. The party had been going on for about an hour, and the food had only -just- shown up. 'Typical Alice,' she thought as the girl was almost thumped against the table by her mother. "Never in my life have I heard such specious and cowardly talk from anyone, and I never expected to hear -you- spout such nonsense, Alice, now get those clothes off, so I can bag them up to donate!" The girl was sobbing as she complied with her domineering mother. Dru could see clearly why Alice was so meek, with a mother like that raising her. 'I guess the question isn't how she turned out so bad, but how she turned out so well, especially with a dominating dragon like that around.' Watching Alice as she stripped, Dru couldn't help but compare the impending spit-roast's body with that of her own daughter, Stephanie. The comparison wasn't favorable. Unlike Dru's daughter, Alice had really very little meat, showing off scant breasts and a scrawny butt as she stripped down, still sobbing wildly, to some laughter from the gathered crowd. Dru spotted Karen over in the far corner, and caught her eye. The brunette shrugged and rolled her eyes at Dru. Both of them had been caught flat-footed by Alice's latest fuck up, the thing that drew the Partners' negative attention to her. Alice was supposed to get some motions in for Dru, and not only hadn't bothered to do so on time, but also managed to misplace the forms, sorting them in with files for other case by accident, causing nearly three days of frantic searching on both the lawyers' parts before they finally found the missing paperwork. Unfortunately for the case, the judge was not amused, and for forgetting to file those motion papers she dismissed the case, which was not only a huge loss for the company's bottom line, but lost them a very valuable client. Alice was up on the table now, still sobbing and whimpering, not that it'd do much good. She was meat, and soon she'd be cooked. At least her mom had had the decency to gag her, though that might have been because they got tired of her pleading. Her loud scream as three girls held her down, ass up and ready for the spit drew all eyes, better than an announcer, and Dru watched, fascinated as three girls had to hold the petite, weak girl in place while another hefted the spit. Alice was really putting up quite the fight, but them's the breaks. The girl's scream went hoarse as the spit was slid into her lackluster butt. The little girl probably never had anal in her life, and here she was with her last lover being rammed up her ass. She sobbed and squealed and moaned, to the amusement of the crowd as the spit was passed carefully through her large intestine. The spitter gestured for her mother to remove her gag, and Alice sobbed brokenly, "Please, have mercy!" "Tell it to the client, girl, your fuck-up cost her the price of her daughter's meat." The case had been an unfortunately common one, dealing with alleged meat-poaching. Alice opened her mouth to protest, but instead let out a high, piercing scream as the spitter pressed the mildly-sharp spit up just hard enough to pierce the girl's large intestine and enter her stomach. Laughter rippled from the crowd at Alice's antics, as her screaming turned to sobs, the spitter carefully pushed the long metal pole forward, at last choking off Alice's cries with the girth of the rod sliding up and out of her throat. A quiet cheer went up at that, and a smattering of applause as the three girls holding her down started tying her to the spit. The coals were already hot, and Alice was lain across them as the party progressed. She stopped twitching sometime around the thirty minute mark, and a large thermometer jammed into her stomach around the hour mark showed her to be very thoroughly dead. Dru had some thigh from the roast, chatting with Karen, "...and then I said I wasn't into pain-play. She just laughed at me and said 'it's a good time to learn, then.'." Karen giggled softly, "Goddess, that girl sounds -wicked-!" "Mmhmmmm! I haven't cum that hard ever, even when I wasn't tied up!" She sipped her drink as Maggie joined them, offering a plate with some choice bits from Alice's ass. Dru declined them, citing her thigh-slices, but Kathy took a bit of bacon as the other woman passed on. "So, you and Jessie seem to be a thing, hmm?" Karen waggled her eyebrows at her friend. "It's not every girl that gets to date a model, especially not one like Jessie Coltrane." Dru heaved a blissful sigh, "No, they don't, do they. Unfortunately, I've got to get going. Steph's due home from school soon, and I want to pack up some Alice-meat for dinner tonight." "Alright, you take care of yourself, alright? I heard that models can get pretty high-strung." "Oh, don't worry about me. Jessie isn't interested in snuffing mature women." Dru gave a soft grin, heading over to the table where the Alice-roast was still being carved and asking Maggie if she could have some to go. Steph was already home when Dru got there, and gave her mother a wave. "Hey mom!" "Hey there, girl. How was school? "Pretty good, kinda boring. Lisa had another of her fits today, that was kinda cute." "Oh?" Dru smiled and set the package on the counter top, leaning over her daughter and gently pressing her ample chest to Steph's back. "What did she do this time?" Steph gave a soft sound of appreciation at the backrest and smiled up at her mom, "She went all screamy at one of the girls for getting caught with a cig under the stairs. Said it was 'an insult to the honor of our school' or something. I wasn't there, but it was all over the whole school by the time we left." "Oh my, she sounds like she'd had a bad day." "Yeah, we had exams again. Oh, can Sachiko come over after school?" Steph blushed prettily at her mother's raised eyebrow, "I wanna have a study session with her before the big biology exam on Thursday." "Sachiko, hmmmm? She's your friend with those tasty looking tits isn't she?" Dru arched an eyebrow in a fair imitation of Jessie. Steph shifted in her seat, "Mooooooommmmm! You know I hate it when you do that. You sound just like -her-." "Don't take that tone of voice with me, young lady." "I don't like her." Dru sighed, sitting on the edge of the table, "Hun, honestly, who I spend my time with is none of your business. I like her, quite a lot in fact, and you're going to have to get used to her being in your life." "Yeah, but she keeps eyeing me as if she wanted to cook my steak." Dru's lips tightened at that. She'd told Jessie time and time again to leave her daughter's fate to her, she wasn't to push things until Dru was ready herself. The older woman sighed softly, reached out and lightly ran her fingers through her daughter's fine, silken hair. "Hun, I know you don't like Jessie, but you have to understand that some of the reasons you don't like her are the same reasons I -do- like her. She's certainly not for everyone, so maybe it's best if you just ignore her. I'll get her to leave you alone, so don't worry on that score." She gave a quiet smile, returning the topic back to her daughter's friend, "So, what were you and Sachiko going to get up to?" Stephanie's blush returned, and she glanced away. "Studying for the biology exam..." Dru's brow arched at that, "Really? And is that all?" Steph nodded and gave her mother a too-innocent look. Dru decided to drop it for now, but she'll have a check through her daughter's room once she left for school in the morning. "Well, alright. Tell you what. I got some leftovers from the cookout today, and if you're good and finish your homework fast, we can have an early dinner." "Oh, thanks Mom!" Steph gave her a wide smile and she bent to the task at hand as Dru stood up and ruffled her hair. As much as she was getting to enjoy Jessie's company, she loved her daughter more than anything. She'd make sure that Jessie never got too fresh with her, or did anything permanent. She'd promised herself again as she turned to the microwave that if Steph were to get picked for meat, she'd take care of her herself. Dru sat on the guest-room's bed, and smiled faintly as she listened. Stephanie and Sachiko had gone up to Steph's room after a quick snack in the kitchen, and for the past two hours, they'd been quietly studying. The older woman's smile turned knowing as she listened to them. They were still trying to be quiet, but she knew the sound of her daughter's pleasure, and Steph was clearly close. Her mother slowly stroked herself, her skirt hiked up a bit as she imagined what Sachiko was doing to her sweet daughter. Not that she was doing what Steph really wanted. Dru gave a fond smile, caressing the cover of a school-journal that held nothing so prosaic as schoolwork. Steph had filled no fewer than six of these things with raunchy, sexy, tantalizing tales, fantasies she had come up with. Dru was quite impressed with some of them, and somewhat confused by others. But more than a few were very good. So very good indeed. She gave a lazy smile as her daughter strangled a scream of pleasure in her pillow. Sachiko must be -good-. Dru slowly licked her lower lip, her fingers lightly caressing her panties a bit as she opened one of the journals, one that had clearly been much-thumbed. Steph must have really enjoyed this one. As her daughter gave another strangled, muffled squeal of pleasure, Dru started making plans to make some of these delicious tales come true.