Lilith IV- Who's Cooking
by Leo

Five naked women in a large, exclusive apartment in the Village district of 
New York. Germaine Greerson and her two assistants were sitting in chairs, 
watching the show put on by the other two. Gerry was a slim, elegant blonde, 
while Liz and Rose, the assistants, were normal sized, blonde and brunette 
respectively, with medium to small breasts and well fleshed hips and thighs. 
The other two women, besides being beautiful and mostly naked, were of 
different body types. The tall auburn haired dominatrix was only wearing a 
pair of opera gloves, while the short blonde wore only a thin lace necklet 
and a pair of high heeled sandals.

The little blonde was of Gerry's favorite type, nineteen or so, with an 
excellent figure and surgically inflated breasts. She was highly 
uncomfortable at the moment, since this particular show was a total surprise 
to her. She'd come to Gerry's apartment at her invitation and with the 
promise of some good sex, only to find the dominatrix already here and 
herself the intended victim. At the moment, the dominatrix, Sherry, was 
pressed tightly to her back and cuddling both of her breasts in her hands. 
Sherry was pressed so close that the little blonde, Terri, could feel the 
older woman's pubic hair tickling her between her buttocks. She was also 
telling her in a firm tone what was going to happen next.

'First, I tie you up, very tightly, little thing,' Sherry told her, 'then 
we'll have some fun. You might even be able to squirm, if you try hard 
enough. I know you'll want to.'

Guiding the teenager onto her back, Sherry proceeded to tie her wrists to 
her ankles very tightly, bringing her knees almost up to her shoulders. Then 
she gagged the girl with a ball gag. This normally wasn't a tie Sherry used, 
but she shrugged mentally. Gerry had told her she wanted the girl tied this 
way, and Gerry was the customer. She'd get what she wanted. Surveying the 
now bound girl, Sherry thought the tie did present Terri's pussy very nicely 
for eating. Maybe that was Gerry's idea. Really not a bad one, actually. 'Do 
you want to come inspect the meat?' Sherry asked over her shoulder.

'Actually,' Gerry replied, 'that was exactly what we were thinking of 
doing.' Gerry laughed to herself at the dominatrix's inadvertent choice of 
words. Actually, she'd also been carefully inspecting Sherry, as well. Good 
thighs, nice plump buttocks and a really delicious looking cunt steak added 
up to a delicious meal sometime in the future. The fact that Sherry also had 
surgically enhanced breasts only added to Gerry's interest.

As Gerry and her two assistants stepped behind Sherry to inspect the bound 
girl, Liz took the blackjack she'd concealed behind her back and struck 
Sherry smartly on the back of her head, knocking her out. 'Excellent,' Gerry 
commented. 'Just put her in the holding cell. It'll be a few days before we 
get around to butchering her.

'This one, on the other hand,' she continued, pointing to a wild eyed and 
squirming Terri, 'is small enough to whole roast in the oven. When you two 
get finished putting Sherry away, take her, shave her and clean her out. 
Then we'll get her in the kitchen.'

Gerry settled back down into her comfortable chair and waited, sipping her 
wine. After a few moments, her two assistants came back from confining 
Sherry and lifted Terri bodily, taking her into the back. Gerry smiled as 
she heard the girl's muffled squeals as they forced a three foot colonic 
irrigator up her ass and turned on the water, cleaning her for the roasting 
pan.

Not too long after that, Liz and Rose were back, carrying a struggling Terri 
between them. 'Follow me into the kitchen, girls,' Gerry commanded. 'We'll 
get her into the pan and ready to cook.'

Terri found herself deposited, none too gently, on her back in a large 
roasting pan on a kitchen cook island. 'Is the oven warmed up?' Gerry asked. 
When Rose nodded, she continued. 'Right. Liz, put a carrot up her ass. The 
meat thermometer can go in her pussy. I'll do the seasoning.'

The frantic Terri continued to struggle against her bounds as the pan 
containing her was slid into the blazing hot oven. Liz and Rose knew the 
routine. After Terri was dead, they'd take her out and gut her, removing the 
gel packs in her breasts at the same time. Then back in the oven to finish 
cooking. Meanwhile, they were going to sip their wine and enjoy the show 
Terri was putting on, complete with sound effects. A nice prelude to what 
promised to be a good meal. All three smiled happily and relaxed as they 
watched Terri writhe in the pan and try to scream around her gag.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious South Beach apartment, Sue, Lorna's curvy 
assistant, found herself in almost the same position. The difference here 
was it was roleplay. Jaqui, Lorna's other assistant had just finished tying 
Sue's ankles and wrists together in the roasting pan and was debating what 
to do next. 'Well, Sue,' she said, 'you do look delicious, and that pussy is 
a gourmet's delight. What do you think I ought to put in it?'

'You're going to stuff my pussy?' Sue asked in a mock quavering voice. In 
reality, both women loved roleplay, with the soft appetizing Sue as the most 
frequent meal and Jaqui as the cook. Both were also completely nude. Jaqui 
nodded. 'Yep. I think I'll use these two vibrators, one in the pussy and one 
in the ass.'

'Ohh, please don't,' Sue moaned, totally belying the fact that it was her 
dearest wish.

About the time the vibrators were inserted and turned on, another nude woman 
entered the kitchen. 'My,' Brooke said, 'what a tableau. I have to admit Sue 
looks natural as well as tasty.'

The nude Brooke displayed the spectacular firm body of an international 
swimsuit model. She still modeled for her own calendar to publicize her own 
line of swimwear, with occasional other shoots. She was followed by a 
shorter nude woman, cheerful and with a voluptuous, meaty body that stopped 
just short of zaftig plump. The second woman was Lorna Paten, owner of the 
apartment and the Aldyke Modeling Agency where Sue and Jaqui were the staff. 
'I see you two are at it again,' she commented in a humorously resigned 
tone. 'Weren't expecting us home tonight, huh? Well, go ahead. Just don't 
make too much noise. Brooke is visiting for the night and we'd like the 
opportunity for a little quiet conversation in the living room.'

Sue's eyes grew wide with tension mixed with a little fear. The second last 
thing she wanted to do at the moment was annoy Lorna or give her the idea of 
continuing the cooking for real. Sue knew her current position left her open 
and exposed to everyone's eyes. Just don't struggle girl, she told herself. 
You might tempt Lorna into deciding to have you for dinner. You still have 
two more choosings to survive, and getting past those two looked bleak 
enough.

Sue's tension stemmed from three things: economic opportunity, the Society 
of Lilith, and Sue's former boss, Janet Van Dyke, since cooked and consumed 
(delicious). All three were really related.

Economic opportunity came from membership in the Society of Lilith, an 
underground power organization of women. The Society looked after its own, 
and many long term members were millionaires, all very successful in their 
chosen areas. Joining was easy, a woman simply had to be invited by a full 
member. After surviving a year, or four quarterly meetings on a private 
Caribbean island, the candidate automatically became a full member with a 
lifetime of success ahead of her.

Unfortunately, that was Sue's second problem. There was a catch to the 
candidate status. At each of the quarterly beach festivals, four women were 
cooked to feed the rest. If there were no volunteers from the full members 
or candidates, and there frequently were, the candidates were lined up and 
the Society president chose dinner from the girls on the line. Thus, a 
candidate had to survive four choosings to make it to full member status. As 
there were a constant trickle of new candidates and always a few volunteers, 
a girl actually had a good chance of surviving her four choosings.

The problem here was Sue's former boss. As part of an underhanded and 
ruthless plot by Lorna Paten, Sue's current boss, to save her own plump and 
delectable candidate's ass, the much detested and reviled Janet and her 
three assistants had been invited by Lorna's best friend, Vivian, to become 
candidate members of the Society. The plan had worked. Janet, who had 
mightily pissed off Brooke, the current president, and one of her assistants 
had gone over the coals. Lorna had survived her last of four choosings. Not 
only survived, but had purchased Janet's business, the Aldyke Agency from 
Janet's estate and turned it from a porn modeling agency into a highly 
successful mainstream business, specializing in former porn models that met 
requirements and wanted a regular career.

No problem so far. However, Sue and Jaqui's contracts, which included 
permission for the signer to be made into dinner if the contractor so 
desired (Sue still didn't know where it was in the fine print.), were 
grandfathered to Lorna as new owner. After a visit to the Society cook's 
house several weeks ago for a meal of roasted girl meat, Sue was aware of 
two things. First, that Lorna was planning to run for Society president at 
the next Fest in three weeks. Second, Sue was also aware of the fact that 
Lorna considered her a prime candidate for a truly succulent meal. Sue was a 
veteran of two choosings but was completely certain that Lorna was going to 
put a spit up her ass at the next one. The reason Sue wanted to be the meal 
in cooking roleplay was not only the fact that it was exciting and brought 
on marvelous orgasms, but to also condition herself for the real thing.

Sue was suddenly out of the submissive mood. She needed to think and 
couldn't do it in the oven with vibrators in her pussy and ass. Spitting out 
the small apple in her mouth, she said, 'Jaqui, stop. Untie me, please, I 
can't go on anymore tonight.'

Jaqui looked at her in surprise, then shrugged. 'Okay, baby, if that's what 
you want.' She proceed to untie the girl, then, removing the vibrator from 
Sue's pussy, an idea struck her. Shame to waste a good, lubricated vibrator, 
not to mention a good, lubricated girl.

'Sue,' Jaqui said, 'we're still both a bit worked up. How about you lay 
across my lap with that vibe in your bottom and I'll finish us off. Won't 
take long.' Sue thought for a second, then nodded.

Jaqui sat on a comfortable kitchen chair, inserted Sue's former vibrator in 
her own cunt, then patted her lap. 'Come to mama.' Sue walked carefully over 
to Jaqui, holding the whirring stick up her ass with one hand, then lay over 
the woman's nude lap with a relieved sigh. Moving the vibrator between Sue's 
plump cheeks in and out with one hand and massaging the tender butt flesh 
with the other, always conscious of the vibrations deep in her own pussy, 
Jaqui reflected this wasn't necessarily the worst way to spend some time.

In the living room, Brooke and Lorna were curled up at opposite ends of the 
sofa, sipping drinks and deep in conversation. Topics had wandered, but had 
now settled on the upcoming election for Society president. Society 
elections were usually pro forma, consensual affairs. Brooke reflected that 
the up coming one was going to be anything but that. Knowing the arrogant 
and nasty Gerry as well as Lorna, whose sweet and cuddly exterior hid a 
ruthless will of steel and a driving determination for survival, Brooke 
found herself actually looking forward to the upcoming battle. It ought to 
be a doozy. Frankly, Brooke hoped Lorna would win, because Gerry was such a 
lowlife. 'Gerry has been telling everyone for months she was going to be the 
next president,' she said to Lorna. 'I haven't heard anything about you 
campaigning.'

'And you won't, either,' Lorna replied. 'I want to stay off her radar screen 
until the Fest. I have no desire to deal with any of her plots until I'm 
ready. Rest assured, I'll be ready at the Fest. I'm working on a plan right 
now. Brooke, I'm perfectly aware that either Gerry or I are going down in 
this fight, and I don't intend for it to be me.'

Brooke thought for a moment. After all, Lorna was her former lover, a 
fabulous lay, and was planning to share a bed with her tonight. 'Anything I 
can do to help?'

Lorna nodded. 'Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. Do you know any of the 
international arms dealers in town?'

Brooke's eyes widened at that. 'Whatever for? No, don't tell me. I'd rather 
watch the whole thing unfold as it happens. Well, there's Antonio Montero, 
he ought to fill your bill. Has a pretty good stock of just about everything 
on hand. Works as a mercenary in South America sometimes, too. In fact, he's 
absolutely gorgeous. Do business with him, girl, and try to get him into 
your bed at the same time. Speaking from experience, it's well worth the 
trip.'

Lorna started to nod, then noticed Brooke's sensuous smile and the gleam in 
her eye. 'You brought your strap-on with you, didn't you?' she accused.

Brooke nodded.

Lorna sighed. Oh, well. She hadn't had anything up her ass in a while, and 
it probably needed a little exercise. Still...nuts. 'All right,' she told 
Brooke resignedly. 'Looks like I'll be on my belly tonight.'

'You really didn't expect me to pass up a chance at that gorgeous butt of 
yours, did you?' Brooke asked, then grinned when Lorna shook her head with a 
mock-disgusted air.

The next evening, Lorna was relaxing on the couch, having a quiet drink and 
enjoying a magazine. As usual when in her home, she was nude. Although her 
two assistants lived with her as a holdover of past arrangements from the 
old Aldyke Agency, they were under no compulsion to follow her undress code, 
but they also preferred nudity when in the apartment. In fact, both had 
offered themselves to her for sex when she first took over the agency and 
moved in the apartment, but were refused. Those two were candidate members 
of the Society, and Lorna just didn't feel right about having sex with a 
girl she might be eating at the next Fest or picking for the spit if she 
became president.

With her thoughts in that groove, the subject of Sue quickly arose. The girl 
had plenty of good meat on her, and she was very high on the short list of 
who Lorna would consider choosing for dinner if given the chance. Lorna 
shook her head in disgust. The trick contracts the girls had signed for 
Janet would legally allow her to pop Sue into the oven if she wanted, but it 
just wasn't right to do that sort of thing. Personally, Lorna felt revulsion 
at the idea of taking advantage of a legal trick to cook a girl. No, she was 
going to wait for the Fest, then , if Sue was the best choice, pick her. But 
no tricks, now or ever.

She'd just reached that point in her thoughts when their subject walked up 
to where she was seated on the couch and plopped her curvy little nude body 
onto the carpet in front of her. Leaning back, Sue supported herself on her 
hands and, bringing her knees back, spread her legs wide. The position put 
her entire pubic area on display. 'Do you think I look good enough to eat?' 
Sue asked. Lorna was momentarily stunned. Jaqui came up and stood uneasily 
next to Sue.

Before Lorna could answer, Sue leaned forward and continued earnestly, 'I 
know you do, from the way you looked at me when we were down at Carol's, and 
she's the Society's cook and we roasted Heather and rode the roleplay spit 
and it felt so good and I was really scared, but I liked the spit and...'

Lorna held up her hand. 'Stop! What the hell is going on?'

Jaqui started to answer, but Sue beat her to the punch. 'I'm tired of 
wondering when it's going to happen,' she said emphatically. 'I want to 
choose my own time and the people that will eat me. I know I'm going to be 
eaten, but I want to say when. If I wait until the next Fest, you, or 
somebody, might choose me then I won't be able to say what I want. I want 
you to cook me. Now. Here. You can invite Brooke and Vivian and Carol and 
her girls, but I want you to be the one that eats my pussy.'

Lorna looked sharply at the seated girl on the floor. 'What brought this 
on?'

'She's been building up to it,' Jaqui answered. 'I didn't know until 
tonight, and I tried to talk her out of it, but she's determined.' Jaqui 
shrugged helplessly. 'I told her anything that was going to happen was going 
to happen at the Fest, and she had a good chance of surviving the choosing 
there, but she has her mind made up.'

'I want to do it,' Sue said firmly. 'I know it means I'm going to die, but 
I'm choosing how and where I go, and when. Will you cook me?'

Lorna thought for a moment, then shrugged. Sue was not only within her 
rights in what she wanted, Lorna had a suspicion Sue knew her chances in the 
next choosing were next to nil. Okay. 'All right, if that's what you want. 
We'll have a little party, just like you say. We've got enough time to take 
you down to Carol's before the next Fest...'

Sue shook her head emphatically. 'No. I want to be cooked here. We've done 
it when we worked for Janet, plenty of times.'

'But we can't spit roast you here,' Lorna said dubiously.

Sue shook her head again. 'I don't want a spit run through my body. I can go 
on the grill here, just like in roleplay. That's what it's for and that's 
what I want.'

Lorna thought for a moment. 'Hand me the phone.'

When she got it, she dialed Carol's place in the Keys. 'Carol' ... Lorna ... 
Look, Sue just told me she wanted to be cooked. ... Here on the grill. Can 
you come up and handle it? Okay, bring your girls.' Lorna noticed Sue was 
mouthing a word, and understood. 'Is Briana still with you? ... Good. Bring 
her, too. We'll have an intimate little dinner party at my place. Brooke and 
Vivian will be here. ... Saturday. I want to give her a few days to think it 
over. We'll talk if she backs out. Okay' ... Good. We'll see you then. Bye.'

Sue was now pouting. 'I wanted to do it tomorrow.'

Lorna shook her head forcefully. 'Nope. I want you to take a couple of days 
to cool off. If you still feel this way Saturday, then we'll do it. That's 
my condition, and it's something I've got to do because of who I am. Take it 
or leave it.'

Sue pouted. 'Okay.'

Lorna nodded. 'Then that's what we'll do.'

'One more thing.'

'What?'

Both girls looked at Lorna hopefully. 'Can we sleep with you tonight?'

Lorna walked into the semi-dark club with a picture of who she was going to 
meet fixed in her mind. Antonio Montero was either short and chunky, balding 
with a big cigar, or thin and sinister. The figure that waved at her and 
stood to pull a chair away from his table was none of those things. Montero 
was tall, dark, athletically built with an air of danger and the sort of 
Hispanic good looks that made women melt. The mane of wavy dark hair swept 
back and cropped at his neck completed a picture that made Lorna far more 
enthusiastic for this meeting. As she walked up to the table, Lorna 
commented, 'You look nothing like I imagined.'

Antonio seated her gallantly, then answered with a mild Spanish accent, 'But 
I knew you from your pictures.'

When Lorna blushed, he waved his hand as though to dismiss the situation. 
'I'm a soldier, Miss Paten. Soldiers see such things.'

After ordering drinks and some small talk, Lorna got down to business. 'I 
need fifteen Soviet era anti-radiation kits. The kind that they issued to 
their troops.'

Antonio's eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows rose in surprise. 'I do not 
ask what for, Lorna. That is your business. In fact, I have such things in 
my storehouse as part of other consignments. Frequently we throw them away. 
You may have them for nothing.'

Lorna favored him with a brilliant smile. 'The best price. Thanks, Antonio. 
I also need five NATO troop anti-radiation kits.'

'Done. Same price.'

He looked at her speculatively for a moment, then continued. 'Our business 
done, we should consider this to be a special evening.' When she nodded with 
another smile, he went on, 'As it happens, I know of the Society of Lilith, 
to which you belong, and its customs. Perhaps you would allow me to suggest 
a very special restaurant for a special evening?'

While surprised at what he was saying about the Society, Lorna mentally 
agreed with the idea of a special evening, one that would finish up at his 
place and last until dawn. She smiled and nodded.

'I suggest the Casa de Dolcett. I am sure you've heard of it. The meals 
served there are exquisite.'

Lorna certainly had heard of it. The place specialized in girl meat. But 
Antonio?

Seeing the question in her eyes, he shrugged expressively. 'I admit to 
enjoying the flavor, also. Many times, in fact, we will buy a few girls from 
a local village and take them along when on a long mission. That way we do 
not have to hunt or carry heavy rations. The jungle provides needed 
vegetables easily enough.

'But...enough of that! Let us go have our special evening.'

Lorna nodded, smiled brightly, and took his hand as he assisted her from her 
chair.

The next morning, Sue was reflecting with a smirk that Lorna must really 
have had a night last night. She'd come back to the apartment near dawn, 
crashed for a few hours, and was only a little late to the office. Now Lorna 
was totally mellow with everyone and every situation that arose. Too bad she 
herself wouldn't have time for a date like that before Saturday!

That thought sent Sue into another reverie, where she methodically planned 
all the details of her own roasting. She was going to be guest of honor and 
main dish at her own dinner party and she wanted everything to be just 
right. Go out with style.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the office door opening. Two women walked 
in, a blonde and a brunette in their early thirties, full bodied, with 
pleasant, attractive faces that showed a good bit of wear and tear. Sue 
immediately typed them as porno models past their peak. Once the new 
reputation of the agency got around, this sort people showed up frequently. 
'Can I help you?' Sue asked professionally.

'I'm Jessica Martin and this is Michelle Griffin,' the blonde said, 
indicating her companion. 'We'd like to speak to Ms Paten, if possible.'

Sue frowned importantly. To tell the truth, Lorna always saw these women 
when they came in, even if she couldn't do anything for them. She would 
certainly see this pair. 'If you'll have a seat, please, I'll check with Ms 
Paten and see if she has time available.'

Once inside her office, Lorna showed the two women to chairs facing her 
desk, sat down behind it, clasped her hands on the desktop, and asked, 'What 
can I do for you ladies?'

Handing Lorna a portfolio, the blonde spoke up. 'I'm Jessica Martin, Jess, 
and this is my friend and working partner Michelle Griffin, Miki. We came to 
see if we might qualify for any projects you might be handling.'

Lorna had immediately recognized the type of women she was dealing with, but 
Jess's cultured voice surprised her. As she leafed through a series of 
standard studio photos of the two women, she decided to see what the other 
one was like. 'Michelle, uh, Miki, do the two of you always work together?'

Miki nodded. 'As much as we can. We've worked together for about ten years.'

As Miki began a list of what Lorna was certain were totally spurious 
credits, Lorna tuned her out. Her voice was just as educated as Jess's. 
Interesting. Both women appeared to be intelligent and educated, never mind 
their line of work. The fact that they were trying to better themselves 
spoke well of them, too. Laying the portfolio on the desk, Lorna looked Miki 
in the eye and commented, 'I don't see anything in here from Dark Angel, and 
I'm certain they're on your list of actual credits, aren't they?'

Both women looked abashed. Finally, Jess spoke up. 'Yes they are. And so are 
most of the rest of the characters in the business, including about a 
hundred Internet shoots. We just decided to give it up and see if we could 
do better. We heard you used to be in the business yourself, Ms Paten. We 
came to you looking for a chance.'

'Soft core, not hard,' Lorna said with a head shake. 'Neither of you are the 
right type for mainstream models, and I don't have anything else available. 
However, let's talk a while. I'd like to get to know you.' Lorna wanted to 
evaluate these two very carefully. She was having an idea. If she was right, 
the most essential part of her plan had just plopped into her lap.

After half an hour's conversation, Lorna was certain these two were perfect 
for what she wanted. Not only that, they would make good members of the 
Society, intelligent and able to use any opportunity they might get. Just 
like her.

Now to see about the physical part. She held up her hand to stop 
conversation. 'I may have something for you, but I need to see your bodies. 
Strip, girls. I want to examine you.'

Jess smiled wryly. 'Now this starts to be like every other job interview 
we've had lately.'

In workmanlike fashion, both women took off their clothes and lined up for 
Lorna to have a look. Lorna was now into her meat inspection mindset, 
evaluating the women's bodies from a practical standpoint. Without saying 
anything, she stepped around her desk and looked both of them over. Full 
bodied, with good breasts, well defined waists and slightly rounded bellies, 
but plenty of good meat on the hips and thighs. She would see about the 
buttocks. Lorna wasn't surprised that both women had hairless pubic areas. A 
lot of girls in the porno business did that.

Carefully, she hefted Miki's breasts, then ran her hands over the woman's 
upper body, working her way down. Miki's flesh was firm, arms good, good 
texture to her belly, and her pussy mound had a good bit of soft meat. So 
did her thighs, especially the inner part.

Next, she did the same to Jess. Same evaluation. When she finished and stood 
back, Jess said with a smile, 'It's like a meat inspection.'

'It is a meat inspection,' Lorna said crisply. 'Turn around.'

With surprised looks on their faces from Lorna's last remark, the two did as 
they were told. Both sets of buttocks were plump, smooth and well defined. 
The backs of the thighs looked just as good. Lorna hefted and squeezed both 
cheeks on each woman, then did the same with their thighs. Plenty of good 
meat there. Both were prime roasting girls. 'Bend over,' Lorna said, 'I want 
to see your cunts.'

The cunt steaks were very nicely defined and quite meaty. As an aside, Lorna 
noted that both women apparently had a great deal of experience with anal 
sex. The thought brought Brooke to her mind, and she grinned briefly. 'Okay, 
ladies,' Lorna said, 'straighten up and sit down. I have a proposition for 
you and, no, it won't be in the porn business.'

After all three had regained their chairs, Lorna continued, 'I'm going to 
make you a proposition. It entails some risk on your part, but the rewards 
are very great. On the other hand, I won't hold it against you if you turn 
me down. Now, have you two ever heard of the Society of Lilith?'

Early Saturday evening, the two newest candidate members of the Society of 
Lilith, Jess and Miki, arrived at the address given them for Lorna's 
apartment. They were on the landing outside the only door it served. 
Apparently Lorna's apartment was the only one on the third floor of the 
three story art deco apartment building in South Beach. Money. Big money. 
Both women looked around for a minute before knocking, then silently agreed 
with each other they'd made the right decision, if this sort of place is 
where the Society led you. Lorna's warning about ending up on a cooking spit 
as candidates was firmly in their minds, but you can't get anywhere if you 
don't take chances.

Miki knocked. When the door opened a crack, the beautiful face of a girl in 
her mid-twenties looked out. 'Oh,' she said, 'you must be Jess and Miki. I'm 
Jaqui, Lorna's assistant. Come on in.'

When the two women entered, they found out why Jaqui only peeked around the 
door. She was totally nude. Not only that, there were a small group of 
really very nice looking women in the large living room that opened off the 
vestibule, and they were also nude. Jaqui pointed to an open doorway that 
led into a bedroom just inside the front door. 'This is the guest room. You 
can undress in there. After you have, come on in and find a drink and 
mingle. We haven't even started cooking the meat, yet, and that will take 
several hours, so you have plenty of time to get to know everyone. I'll tell 
Lorna you're here.'

The two surprised and bemused women quickly stripped in the bedroom, hanging 
their party clothes in the closet provided. Apparently skin was the 
appropriate dress for this little gathering.

'Hi ladies,' Lorna said as she entered the bedroom. 'I'm glad you can come. 
Join me, we'll meet a few people. Tonight will begin your real education in 
the Society. First, there's someone I want you to meet. She's sort of the 
guest of honor tonight.'

The three walked into the room and up to a small, curvy girl about twenty 
five with her hair tied up with a red ribbon. Jess noticed she was wearing 
high heels, and was the only woman with footwear in the room. 'Hi, I'm Sue,' 
the girl said as they were introduced. 'I'm going to be your dinner 
tonight.'