"jenny checks out" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/rVjZgFiV Created on: Saturday 16th of April 2016 09:01:45 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:37:00 AM UTC JENNY CHECKS OUT A tasty tale of summer fun by PK (prequel to shahnaz) Jenny's morning was not going well. She was irritable and bored. Her cheap and ucomfortable uniform dress was sticking to her - nylon, probably - and work at a supermarket checkout desk was not her idea of job satisfaction. She'd only taken this position out of desperation. Since the software company she used to work for went belly up she'd been unable to find anything decent, and good jobs were hard to come by in the current economic climate. After four weeks of checking out groceries, Jenny felt she was slowly going insane from boredom. The customers provided some amusement at first, but that had worn thin very quickly. Now she only saw them as annoying interruptions to the sexual fantasies she tried to distract herself with. As if that weren't bad enough, there seemed to be something wrong with the air conditioning, or maybe it was incipient claustrophobia. She felt hot, cramped, and her collar itched. If one more idiot unloaded half a ton of purchases and then started looking for their money, cards, discount tokens or whatever only after being told the price, as if the idea of paying came as a total surprise, she was going to bite somebody. The worst of it was, she could see through the glass doors that it was warm and sunny outside. The best weather for ages, and she was stuck in this mausoleum. The queue at her till showed no signs of subsiding. It was summer, and one of those pointless and baffling bank holidays was approaching. Though the shops hardly ever shut these days, this seemed to be a sign to the general public to stock up as if for a siege, or possibly a nuclear winter. Gloomily, Jenny wondered if starving to death was really such a bad idea. She wanted to strip off her dreadful shop clothes and dive naked into the cold meats section. Now THAT would get a reaction from these shopping zombies, she thought.... Just as she was half seriously wondering when she'd crack and actually do it, one of the supervisors tapped her on the shoulder. "Phone call for you, Jenny. Says it's urgent. I hope it's not your boyfriend calling, you know our policy on ...." "I know, I know....did they say who it was?" "Something about an emergency at a barbecue club, I don't know. Couldn't make sense of it. Just take it and get back quickly. I'll fill in for five minutes, but don't hang about. In case you hadn't noticed, we're busy". "I'd noticed" muttered Jenny under her breath. Leaving the harried looking woman to cope with another endless line of hungry mouths, she got up, pulled down the sticky skirt of her dress and went to see what the big problem was. In the staff office, one of the secretaries held the phone out to her at arm's length, as if it was radioactive. Jenny took it with scarcely more enthusiasm, though a part of her welcomed the interruption. It had better not be Mike. She had broken up with him a week ago and although she missed the sex, she had no great urge to start it again. Her mother? Please no. No more "when are are you going to marry that nice boy and settle down." Anything but that, God be merciful.... "Jenny Bright?" The voice was male, pleasant and totally unfamiliar. "Er.. yes...". Great, she thought. Great start. Witty, incisive, sexy... "I hope I've got the right Jenny. Pretty embarrasing if I haven't ....you are on the list of barbecue club volunteers, aren't you?" Jenny felt as if a lightning bolt had shot up from the soles of her feet into her brain, taking the scenic tour of her groin and adrenal glands on the way. "Um. yes..." she found herself responding while her mind raced. For a fact, she was. She had sent in her name from an advert on the Internet in a moment of insanity. "Well, If you're up for it, we have a vacancy" Mr Pleasant Voice went on. "I'm sorry about the short notice - we don't usually arrange these things at the last minute but someone dropped out unexpectedly. You know how it is. You to try plan everything but people change their minds, fail to turn up for no reason, decide to visit their aunts....sorry, I used to run a chess team, I should be used to it by now. Anyway, if you're not too busy and you can see your way clear we'd be very grateful. If it's too sudden I'll quite understand..." Jenny's head was spinning. She could hear somebody saying "No that's quite alright...I'm not doing anything important.." and realised that it was her. She collected herself for a moment and went on. "How will I get there? I mean, what do you want me to do? Should I bring anything with me or..." "No problem!" PV responded brightly. "We'll send a car. All you need to bring is yourself." He paused for a moment as if struck by a thought and added sheepishly "Well, it would be good of you to bring some mustard, if that's not a problem?" "No, that's fine. I'll get some now. Anything else? You know where I am." She choked back a giggle. "Yes, rather convenient, isn't it?" He laughed. "Well, if it's not too much bother, some extra virgin olive oil and a bit of black pepper wouldn't go amiss. There never seems to be enough, does there? Oh, by the way, I'm forgetting my manners. I'm Tony." "Pleased to meet you". replied Jenny automatically. "When do you expect..?" "Oh, the car should be with you shortly, it's not far. Ten, fifteen minutes? Maybe twenty, it depends on the traffic. Anyway, it doesn't matter if you're five minutes late, the party's going on all day - it's not like you're catching a train or something." "No, I suppose not" said Jenny. "That'll be fine. See you soon." "Right - and thanks very much, I mean..." "No problem" Jenny put the phone down in a sort of daze. No problem. Did I just say what I think I said? she wondered. The secretary asked her something as she left but she just waved her hand and muttered something non-committal. Pepper, mustard, olive oil. Maybe she should get some horseradish? He probably forgot to ask...men! Useless at shopping. She picked up a basket from the stack The supervisor was waving her over and she went towards her. "Problem? I hope it's nothing serious.." "No...yes. Look, I'm sorry but I've got to go." Mustard....where was that? "But we're short staffed - look, if you need to take a break..." "Sorry, can't be helped...emergency...talk to you later..." Jenny moved off leaving her effectively chained to the till and wandered into the body of the shop. Where the hell WAS the mustard? If you asked anybody they'd just say "aisle seven" or something. Eventually she found it. What else? Pepper, olive oil, got it. What else? Tomato ketchup? God forbid. She shuddered in disgust. It they're going to put ketchup on me I don't want to know about it.They can bring their own. Besides, Tony sounded so nice - he wouldn't do that to me, would he? Eventually she thought she had everything. She looked at the lines in front of the checkout. Too slow, and anyway she hated queuing. She'd just put them in a carrier bag and walk out. She was staff, she had a uniform on, nobody would notice. Not until it was too late to worry about, anyway. Did she have time to change? Probably not. She put her condiments in a bag snatched carelessly from a counter and moved casually towards the staff changing room. Then a thought struck her and she detoured to the wine section. They probably had some, but you could never have too much. She picked some of the best reds she could see. No need to worry about expense in the circumstances. On to the lockers.... Elise was there, surreptitiously dragging on a cigarette. She jumped as Jenny walked in. "You should give those things up, they'll kill you" said Jenny automatically. "If a heart attack doesn't get me first. I thought you were Judy." "Please!" "What are you doing here anyway? It's not your break yet is it?." "Not exactly..." Jenny opened her locker. Was it worth changing? The clothes she'd come in were hardly any better and she wouldn't be wearing them long, anyway. "Look, Elise, you know that dress I bought last week..." "The blue one? The one you really NEED panties with? Do I ever! What about it?" "You can have it. I don't think I'll be wearing it again." "You're kidding. It cost a fortune. Have you gone off it already?" "Not exactly, no.." Jenny paused. This was getting too complicated. How would Elise get the dress? It wasn't listed in the will she'd drunkenly typed on the computer after answering the ad. She didn't want it to go to waste.. "Take my keys and pick it up from my flat after work" she said, fishing her key ring out of her purse and tossing to the other girl. "Why? Where are you going, anyway? Not that I'm not grateful and everything, but what's going on?" Elise was beginning to look somewhere between puzzled and concerned. "Look, Elise, remember that ad I answered? I told you about it in the pub a week last Friday. You may have forgotten but..." Horrified realisation dawned on her friend's face. "You can't be serious. That cooking club thing? I thought you were joking. You're going now? Why didn't you say anything before? I thought we were going to see the new Arnie film tomorrow." "Short notice. Somebody dropped out. You'll have to ask Karen, she likes Arnie. Anyway, you said at the time you might fancy it yourself." "It's one thing to talk about it after a few drinks - are you really going to do it? Can't you change your mind? They can't make you, can they?" "No, nobody's forcing me. I said I'd do it, that's all. Wouldn't be right to back out now. If I turn chicken when I see the spit, maybe. Anyway, if I stay here much longer I'm going to top myself. Probably after braining a few customers with a frozen turkey." A vision of spitted poultry flashed through her head. Freudian slip? "I can't believe you're really going to do it. Who are these people anyway? Do you know them?" "No, not really. Just ..um..Tim? Bob? No, Tony. But he sounded really nice on the phone." "So you're going to a barbecue with a bunch of total strangers and you're going to let them .....is it outdoors?" "I should think so. Why?" "I don't know, I just thought of you taking all your clothes off in front of all those strangers and wondered if the neighbours would be able to see you." "Hadn't given it much thought. I don't mind that, anyway. They're hardly going to do me with my clothes on, are they?" "Bloody exhibitionist!" Elise giggled then caught herself. "If you're really going through with it, I suppose I can't stop you. I'll miss you though. Oh Hell.." She gave Jenny a hug. "I'd like to say I'll miss you too but...." There was a knock at the door. Couldn't be staff, then. A voice called out hesitantly "Miss Bright? Is there a Miss Jenny Bright in there? Car for you." Jenny unclasped her friend and opened the door. "Be right with you" Where was the bag? "OK, I'm coming. See you Elise...well...." Elise followed her and the driver to the main door. The sun outside was almost blinding. "Is there anything you want me to take care of?" she asked. Jenny stopped. "Horseradish" she said chagrined. "I forgot it. Could you nip and get me some? I've got this bag...." Wordlessly she turned and hurried off. Jenny smiled apologetically at the driver. He shrugged. Half a minute later Elise handed her the jar, her expression unreadable. "Have a nice day" said Jenny ironically "I'll be thinking of you sweating behind that till." "Take care.." her friend started to say. Jenny laughed. "Enjoy the dress. The colour suits you better than me anyway." The ride in the hired car was a smooth one. Tony had shelled out for a top class limo, there was lots of leg room in the back. She had the window down, and the cool air was pleasant on her bare arms and legs. After a few minutes, they were out of the town centre. There were trees on the streets and around the occasional fields. Nice area, she thought. "Is it far?" she asked the taciturn driver. "About five minutes now." he replied. Jenny settled back into the seat, then started upright. A terrible thought had struck her. Surreptitiously she felt under her dress and tried to remember. Relief! She did have her good underwear on and it was clean. She'd had a dreadful vision of pulling her dress off and revealing the ragged greyish pair with the hole in. Perhaps she could have slipped them off and hidden them under the seat. She relaxed and enjoyed the journey. A part of her mind wondered if she was really totally insane, but she refused to let it spoil her day. Soon enough, they arrived at a large house, set back from the road by a short walk. She supposed there must be more grounds at the back if the party was here. Or was it indoors? She hoped not. It was so nice ouside, it would be a shame to waste the weather. "Here you go miss" the driver said as he opened her door. Jenny stepped out. "How much..? " she asked, then stopped. Did she have enough money on her? "All paid for Miss. Have a good day." He drove off as Jenny walked to the front door. Should she go round to the back? Or present herself at the tradesman's entrance as self-delivered kitchen goods? She giggled just as the door opened and a good looking man of about thirty five came out. He caught Jenny laughing and smiled in sympathy. "Oh great. I was just looking for you. You are Jenny aren't you? I'm Tony." He held out his hand. "So good of you to come at such short notice." "No trouble" said Jenny, handing him the bag. "You remembered the mustard! Great! Horseradish too, I knew I'd forgotten something. And wine. You really needn't have. All welcome though! Come on through." "It's not inside, is it?" Jenny really wasn't sure she fancied that. "Oh Heavens no. The spits are in the back yard." He turned and gave Jenny an appraising glance. "We've got one waiting for you. No hurry, though. Have a drink, meet some people, enjoy yourself. There's plenty of time." They passed through the house, which seemed to be empty. As they came out of the back door it was obvious why. A considerable crowd of people were in the very large back yard. Jenny could see smoke through the crowd, and was that the smell of something cooking? "What happened, anyway?" Jenny wondered. "Did someone back out?" "No, Anthea - my sister - was going to take your place, but she came down with hay fever at the last minute. She's inside lying down, loaded with anti-histamines. Well, another day.." "Not the outdoors type then?" "Not really. Oh look, here's Sam. Sam, this is Jenny. She's the last minute volunteer." A tall brunette shook Jenny's hand and gave her a glass of wine. "Thanks very much for coming. Straight from work, too." She eyed the shop uniform. "Salmon pink isn't really your colour, you know. Not with that red hair. Not sure it's anybody's - well I'm sure you know that." "I know." Jenny set her wineglass down on a table and pulled the offending garment off. Then she kicked off her shoes too. The grass was thick and felt pleasantly cool and moist under her bare feet. She curled her toes into it. Tony picked up her dress and asked what he should do with it. "Burn it, unless you keep souvenirs." "I'll burn it. If I want a souvenir I'd rather keep those rather pretty undies of yours. Unless Sam claims them first." "You're not one of the volunteers, then, Sam?" "No," said Sam "I've thought about it but not today." She eyed Jenny appreciatively. "Besides, now I fancy eating you instead." "Nice of you to say so." said Jenny, trying to keep a tremulous note from entering her voice. A frisson of fear and exitement had shot through her when Sam said that. She came out and said it, she thought. She's going to eat me. "Can we have a look at the preparations?" she asked. "Are there many others?" "I'll show you." said Sam. "Coming Tony? Gina's being oiled, you'll want to see that." She took Jenny's arm and steered her through the crowd, fielding greetings and calls of "Is that her?" with nods and the occasional word. Away from the drinks there was an open space with some camp chairs and a child's paddling pool . A superbly built woman with short blonde hair was sitting in it, having oil poured over her and rubbed in by two very willing assistants, one in bathing trunks and the other in a bikini. Further away, a group of people were standing around what Jenny guessed must be a barbecue pit. There was a lithe brown body rotating slowly on a spit in their midst. "Is she almost done?" she asked. "I could swear I saw her move." "Not for a while yet. That's Shahnaz, she was quite brown to start with, but you can certainly smell her cooking." Jenny could, it was mouth watering. "Hi Gina. This is Jenny, she's on after you." Gina greeted Jenny with a slippery hand as Sam explained : "We don't start everybody at once. Gina will be going over the fire next, but she'll still be cooking when Shahnaz is being served. Looks good doesn't she? I'll have to pace myself, leave plenty of room for you." "While you're here, you may as well have Sue do your hair" said Gina. It'll have to come off or it'll singe on the fire. Don't worry, Sue's good, she did mine." She ran an oily hand through her neatly cropped hair. The slim dark woman in the bikini smiled. "Ok, " said Jenny and sat down in a chair. Sue picked up a pair of scissors from somewhere and stepped behind her. "I think it will suit you short," she said, "you have the right kind of face." Quickly and efficiently she sheared off Jenny's locks. watching the red tresses falling around her she felt like a lamb being shorn. Wonder if they'll knit something with it, she wondered dizzily. She relaxed under Sue's expert hands. She'd always liked being groomed. It was over almost too quickly. "Shall I do your pubes now too? Save time later." Jenny's heart jumped. Shave her out here? Silly, but she was suddenly shocked. Keeping her voice steady she said "Yes, I suppose you may as well" and slipped off her panties. She wondered briefly where to put them, them she tossed them to Tony with what she hoped was an insouciant smile. "Fight Sam for them!" she said. As Sue knelt between her legs she realised that she wouldn't be on for a while yet. Should she ask for them back? Somehow it seemed absurd. She spread her legs and enjoyed Sue's ministrations again. The razor felt thrillingly cold against her soft skin. As if reading her mind Sue looked up and said, with a wicked grin, "Don't worry, I won't cut you!". Jenny couldn't keep from laughing. She couldn't help noticing that Sue was a very tidy worker. She put the cut hair into a bag as she went along. "Keeping the lawn tidy?" she asked. "Oh, " Sue blushed. "When I shave someone for the spit I like to keep their pubes as a memento." She lifted a ziploc bag out of her purse, on the ground nearby. There was a little black tuft inside and a stick-on label with 'Shahnaz' written on it. "I hope you don't mind." "No, feel free." Gina, now apparently oiled enough, handed her a glass of wine. Sue stood up. "There, all done. Don't you look sweet!" Jenny stood too. Her legs were surprisingly steady, though there was an ever present tremor running through her. She looked down at herself. So naked! She'd feel silly asking for the underpants back now, but it felt somehow draughty down there. Well, Gina didn't seem to mind. Her head felt light. Maybe this did suit her. "How did you get into this?" she asked. Gina smiled and shook her head "Hard to say exactly. I've known Sam and Tony for a while, and Sam's always said she'd like to roast me. She loves to tease me about it - I must admit I quite enjoyed it. Last week she got me involved in a bet over a card game. We were a bit wasted, the stakes were getting wilder and wilder until finally Sam got me to bet myself. Guess who won. How about you?" "You won't believe this, " began Jenny. A couple of drinks and a lot of conversation later they were firm friends. At one point Jenny realise she was still wearing the bra, while she had completely forgotten her qualms about the naked rest of herself. Feeling faintly silly, she slipped it off, to laughter from Gina and cheers from some onlookers. Too soon, Sam and Tony reappeared. "Time to get skewered, buddy!" said Sam, smacking her lips and rubbing her hands. Gina gave Jenny an ironic smile and quirked her eyebrows. "Here's where I get shafted" she said. "Want to watch? Come on, you can keep me company." The small party trooped over to a long, low wooden trestle table with some unfamiliar objects on the ground nearby. Tony handed Gina a glass of something, which she drank quickly. "Up you go!" said Sam cheerfully "Assume the position!". Gina climbed onto the table and knelt on hands and knees. Tony picked up a pole of some dull grey material with holes in it. He positioned himself behind Gina's shapely rump while Sam went in front of her and braced her shoulders. Jenny could see Gina's plump pink slit glistening. She was obviously aroused. "How do you want it?" asked Tony. "The usual way. Come here, will you Jenny?" Jenny moved to her new friend's side. Her head felt strange and she knew she was wet between the legs. Glancing down, she could see it. This new style leaves a girl no secrets, she thought. She stroked Gina's shiny flank affectionately. Though she knew what was going to happen it still came as a visceral shock when Tony, after carefully positioning the pole with some help from Gina, rammed it forward into her. The girl's strong body convulsed and began to writhe. Was she climaxing? She was certainly panting. Jenny continued to caress her as the pole worked its way through her abdomen and torso. Finally Gina grunted, arched her back and lifted her head as if doing a Yoga excercise. In fascination, Jenny watched the point emerge from her mouth. She wanted to ask her how it felt, but she clearly wouldn't be talking any more. Jenny felt faint and dizzy but oddly excited, seeing her beautiful new friend spitted like an animal. She watched in a daze as Sam and Tony expertly bound Gina's hands to the pole and tied her ankles to a crossbar. A strange little spike was attached to the pole and slid forward until it slipped into Gina's anus, which made her jump. It seemed ruthlessly efficient, though not needlessly rough. They had obviously done this before. "We want to get her over the coals while she's still alive" Tony explained. "You'd be surprised how long some of them last." The two of them picked up the firmly fixed woman's body and carried her to a vacant pit with an arragement of supports and handles around it. With practised ease, they lifted Gina into position and engaged some sort of mechanism. "Electric spit" said Tony. He gave Gina a comradely slap on the rump, though Jenny thought Sam's fondle at her juicy looking left breast had little to do with camaraderie. For a while they all stood there, watching the new roast turn. From time to time, Tom dipped a long handled brush in a bucket and basted her. Was she still wriggling? Hard to tell through the heat haze. A few more people drifted over to watch. Drinks were produced and a picnic atmosphere began to develop. Jenny heard several appreciative comments about the quality of the meat and realised with a start that some of them were about her. "Let's get over to the other pit, it's about time to serve Shahnaz" As they strolled over, Jenny noticed another vacant pit beyond it. Hers! A fire was blazing in it, which worried her. She asked Sam: "Is that my pit? Won't I burn?" "No, It's okay. The first blaze will die down and you'll cook evenly, just like Gina." Jenny was beginning to feel slightly cooked already. Her skin was a little flushed from the sun. She wasn't as hypersensitive as some redheads are, but she'd been naked outdoors for a lot longer than she was used to. Still, it probably didn't matter. Otherwise she felt quite comfortable. Her nakedness didn't bother her at all, despite the fact that everyone else was dressed, though most were down to shorts, trunks or bikinis. Well, I'm the final course, she thought. It seemed appropriate. "How did you get Shahnaz to do it?" she asked. As they approached the table near the middle pit, a couple of people were lifting the girl's nicely roasted body off the supports and onto a long wooden platter, carefully removing the spit. Sue waved, with a long carving knife in her hand. Shahnaz's sweetly pretty face looked oddly peaceful as she lay on the table. A side table held plates, utensils and various condiments. "I didn't. Shahnaz was Sue's friend, she invited her to a couple of our special dinner parties and she got interested. I saw her watching the girls on the spits and I could practically read her mind. I didn't say anything. Naturally we were delighted when she offered to let us cook her. Lovely girl. Want some?" "I don't know, " said Jenny doubtfully. "I've never eaten a person before." "Trust me, she won't mind. Besides, don't you want to know what you'll taste like? You'll be on the spit before Gina comes off." Jenny WAS hungry, and Shahnaz looked and smelled delicious. "All right, I'll have some." she said. Sam relayed a request to Sue, who was carving her friend and passing slices out to waiting plates. Soon, two plates came back. "I'm afraid Sue gets the prize cut since she brought Shahnaz in, but this is good. Lets sit, this is tender meat but you'll need your knife." She snatched some cutlery and handed it to Jenny. They claimed a nearby picnic table and sat down. Jenny cut a piece from the thick juicy slice she'd been given. It was still reddish pink near the centre. It was also sensational. Jenny quickly ate her share of the girl with relish. No mustard or horseradish, though. Sam ate with gusto but not hastily, using only small dabs of seasoning. Jenny commented on this. "I like my girlmeat to taste like what it is. Smother it with ketchup and you may as well be eating sausages" she said. "That's why we baste with just olive oil and a bit of tarragon. If people want to put stuff on afterwards, that's their affair. Of course, if they smother some friend of mine with tomato sauce they won't get asked back." No ketchup for me then, thought Jenny. Whew! "What was that, then, and what's the prize cut?" she asked. "That was our dear friend's tasty little rump. Want some more?" Jenny nodded and Sam held the plates out to Sue for another slice each. "The prize cut is the cunt, of course." Jenny started slightly. She tingled between the legs. Someone was going to eat her cunt! Today! It was an odd feeling. She asked for more wine and Sam fetched it. In a companionable silence they ate more of Shahnaz, washed down with a robust but not crude Californian tipple. Eventually Sam announced that she'd had enough. "Have to leave room for Gina, and I want a piece of you too! More than one, in fact." "Which piece?" asked Jenny delicately. Sam laughed. "Not that, worse luck. That's Tony's unless you say otherwise. Don't feel sorry for me, though, I'm getting Gina since I won her. Shall we see how she's doing?" "Yes, Ok." Jenny felt like taking a stroll. "So that's how I'll taste?" "More or less. People don't taste exactly alike, but you get the idea. Don't worry, though, you'll be fine. We've never had a better lot than you three." Probably flattery, Jenny thought, but she was absurdly pleased anyway. Then a wave of disorientation swept through her. This is really happening, she realised. And I thought this was going to be a boring day... They sauntered over to Gina's pit where a few people were admiring the succulent spectacle. There seemed to be a lively discussion going on about which TV presenter they'd most like to eat. Konnie Huq had her supporters. One of them was eating a Shahnaz sandwich, while another gave the roast another basting with oil. Gina's short hair was plastered to her head. Jenny wondered if she could still be alive and asked. "Possibly" considered Sam. We'll lower the pole a notch shortly, but she's slow cooking now. The airholes and that drink we gave her help keep her going. You won't believe this, but some girls prefer to have their heads cut off first!" Jenny shook her head at this eccentricity. "Not our Gina though. Doesn't she look great?" Sam seemed rather proud of her. "Doesn't it bother you, eating your friends?" Jenny wondered. "Don't get the chance very often. This isn't for everybody, you know." "No, but you did like Gina, didn't you?" "Oh yes, very much. Come to that, I liked Shahnaz, though I didn't know her well. Bubbly girl. And I do like you - no, I mean it. I like most of the people I eat. You have to remember that we don't force anybody Ok, I won Gina in a card game, but she didn't have to bet herself, and she could have backed out, a drunken hand of poker is not a legally binding contract. She was a very dear friend. Possibly still is. Adds a certain piquancy to the experience. I haven't known you long, but I've really enjoyed getting aquainted." Sam looked at her watch. That, a bikini top and a pair of very short Levi cutoffs were all she wore. "For as long as it lasted. I don't want to rush you, but we could start getting you oiled. We like to take our time over that and it won't be too long until you're due for the spitting." Jenny felt the almost familiar thrill she got whenever the subject came up. I don't have to do this, she thought. They'll be disappointed but they won't blame me, will they? They've had some pretty good stuff already - she still had the taste of girl rump in her mouth - and one to come. She opened her mouth and said "Ok". Tony was waiting with the oil and Jenny, after a brief exchange of greetings, stepped into the rubber pool. It was slippery but she managed to stand up while he and Sam rubbed oil into her skin with enthusiasm. I'm being basted, she thought. She wondered what Elise was doing now. Still on shift? It seemed like another world and a long time ago. She liked the feeling of hands on her body. Like the haircut and the shaving, it felt like a curiously intimate personal grooming. Tony paid a great deal of attention to her belly and groin. Now I know what he's going to eat, she thought and it struck her again. "Tony," she said "are you going to eat my cunt?" Tony smiled shyly. "Well, yes I would like to, if you don't mind. Strictly speaking, it's your choice though. If you'd rather someone else?" "No, that's okay. Sam's getting Gina and she's on a spit right now. I don't really know anyone else. Mind if I sit down for a bit?" "Go ahead. We've covered all of you, the rest is just fun. Tenderising, we call it." Jenny slipped down into the pool while her hosts continued to massage her. She shut her eyes. Her entire body seemed to be an erogenous zone. She felt wonderful. She felt delicious. Tony was massaging her feet, not missing a single toe, while Sam rubbed oil into her breasts from behind. Wonder if she's going to eat them, she thought. Someone put another glass of wine into her hand. If you've never drunk wine while being marinaded in olive oil, you've never lived, she decided. And if you have....oh well. She sipped. Finally, Sam ran a hand through her oily hair and said "I think you're about ready. Time to get you spitted. You'll like this bit." "Easy for you to say," murmured Jenny lazily. She stood up carefullly and stepped out of the pool. A pale, tallish woman with auburn hair, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, was approaching. Tony turned to her. "Sis! I didn't know you were up. Feeling better?" "Lots, thanks. Is this my replacement?" she held out a hand to Jenny. "Pleased to meet you. Nice of you to stand in for me. I'm Anthea" "My pleasure" said Jenny. The woman was gorgeous. The short robe hid nothing of her long, pale, shapely legs. "So you were supposed to be the guest of honour? Until you got sick, I mean.." Then she blushed, but Anthea tactfully ignored it. "Yes, but I'm feeling much better now. I was going to pitch in at the last minute when I heard you'd come. Look, if you like I'll take over from here." Jenny was dumbstruck. She could get out of it. No peer pressure. Nobody would be disappointed. She'd had a great afternoon, she'd eaten roast girl... "You can stay for the rest of the party, of course" Anthea went on. And she could taste Gina and eat this beautiful woman standing before her. Anthea had dropped her robe and the view was heart stopping. I never really appreciated other women's bodies before, she thought. She stood there for a long moment, dressed only in olive oil and realised that she had already made her decision. "No, that's okay" she said. "I'm ready for the barbecue." Anthea shrugged cheerfully. "Oh well, another day, Tony" she told her brother. As Sam led the way to her spitting table she heard Anthea say "Brother, I want some of that rump. She's gorgeous." Jenny smiled.