On rereading this, I found I went over the top in spots...Oh, well. The Show 
has a lot of attendees you might recognize, even yourself! How many do you 
recognize' I had fun hope you do, too. Leo

Trade Show Barbecue (Part 1)
by Leo

'Ms Paten,' the man was saying in excellent, if slightly French-accented 
English, 'the Aldyke Agency was highly recommended to us. Of course, we came 
immediately to you when we needed the models and demonstrators to hire for 
our trade show.'

That wasn't exactly the case, Lorna knew. In fact, she was the last ditch 
hope for the trio sitting in front of her desk. The man sitting in the 
center was in his forties and basically nondescript... nondescript hair, 
suit, looks... everything. His only peculiarity was the way his eyes 
constantly shifted and the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. The 
thirtyish woman on his right, on the other hand, was as cool as they came. 
Pleasantly rounded, with a heart shaped face and dark hair, her expression, 
enhanced by her makeup, was icy and hard. The somewhat younger woman on the 
man's right wore a much more open, if slightly concerned, expression. She 
was deliciously plump, the kind that would make an excellent roaster for a 
large party.

Lorna mentally chided herself for the thought, but it still rose to mind 
whenever she looked at the girl, mentally undressing her and assessing that 
tasty looking set of curves for the platter. For that matter, the other 
woman looked just as edible, appropriate for a smaller dinner party. Either 
or both would, if the circumstances were right, be entirely suitable to 
grace a cooking spit at one of the Society of Lillith's Quarterly Beach 
Festivals.

Lorna figured she ought to know, as she was the president of the Society, an 
underground power organization of women, and responsible for choosing among 
the candidate members for the ones that would be roasted to feed the group. 
She wasn't a cook herself, but she was a master at selecting the women with 
the best meat.

Lorna was fully aware that people looking at her considered her a cute, 
cuddly type, with a highly pleasant expression and the look of a woman that 
would be a really fun armful in bed. It tickled her that both women were 
unobtrusively assessing her not-quite-zaftig-plump but highly curvy body in 
the same cannibalistic way she was assessing theirs. This despite the fact 
that she had chosen to wear a severe business suit/miniskirt combo for this 
meeting, rather than her usual low cut light sun dress. The assessment she 
was getting was perfectly natural, given the reason the three visitors were 
in her office. It was also the reason she chose to dress out of her normal 
character.

Bluntly, the three in front of her were the organizers and producers of a 
trade show dedicated to kitchen devices for cooking women. The Show, called 
nothing else, was very discreet and traveled world wide. Now it was here in 
Miami, and the organizers had a problem: finding girls to act as models and 
product demonstrators, since the job entailed complete nudity and actually 
being poked, prodded, penetrated and cooked (in a role playing mode). 
Difficult to find girls for those jobs, even at the outrageous salaries the 
organizers offered to pay. Legitimate agencies, normally including Lorna's 
Aldyke Agency, wouldn't touch this type of contract. The Aldyke Agency, 
however, had a reputation for edgy and exciting models, stemming from 
Lorna's policy of hiring former skin magazine models and giving them a start 
on a legitimate mainstream career. The only reason she was considering this 
contract is that it gave her a measure of control over the way the girls 
would be treated, something she felt she needed to have, given the way this 
bunch had treated models in the past.

The man in the middle, Maurice Hinault, had already explained they'd 
researched the Miami agencies and liked the kind of girl Aldyke handled. To 
Lorna, that meant these schmucks thought they could put one over on her.

Bad mistake, guys.

'Our show, it is unique and highly discreet...' Maurice continued, but Lorna 
cut him off with a pleasant smile.

'Oh, I'm quite familiar with it,' she said, noting the looks of surprise on 
the women's faces. 'It's a trade show for devices and gadgets for cooking 
women. I'm well aware of the purpose of the Show, courtesy of several of my 
friends. I believe you were in Berlin last year and London the year before. 
International clientele, plenty of money, legal but highly discreet. That 
about sum it up?'

'Exactly,' the dark haired woman, Ushi Gerber, said in a flat, no-nonsense 
voice with a tinge of German to it. 'The attendees come from all over the 
world and most are extremely rich or service those that are. A great deal of 
money changes hands at the Show, and we wish you to provide us with the 
girls needed. They will be well paid.'

Lorna nodded, carefully keeping her expression harmlessly cheerful. 'Yes. I 
quite understand. The Agency will be honored to do its best for you, with 
two provisos, however.'

Ushi frowned at her. 'They are?'

Lorna's face suddenly took on a steel hard expression. 'You will contract 
with my agency, not with the individual girls. As such, they will be working 
under my contract. And the second condition is that no harm will come to any 
girl we employ. You meet those two conditions or no dice, understand?'

Maurice and the other woman, Sarah Wylkes, looked taken aback. Ushi looked 
offended and ready to fight.

Lorna, for her part, could care less. Among other information she'd gleaned 
about the Show was its custom of having attendees vote for one of the models 
to be the main dish at an end of show banquet, and most of the 'models' in 
other countries had been out-and-out slaves. Not here. Not through her 
agency. Lorna would be damned if she was going to hire a girl, even for a 
job as irregular as this, and have her end up as meat. Especially since the 
selectee had no idea it was going to happen. She might cook women on a 
regular basis, but all of them were willing participants or justified in one 
way or another. Let this trio of egos buy girls from the regular sources!

Ushi opened her mouth, but stopped as Maurice leaned over the desk and 
nearly babbled, 'Agreed! They must be ready in two weeks. Can you do it?'

Lorna nodded, watching Ushi out of the corner of her eye as her expression 
changed from furious to sly. 'Yes. My assistant, Jess, will have a contract 
in your office by messenger tomorrow morning. As soon as it's returned, 
we'll get to work. I understand you need... what, about twenty girls?'

Ushi nodded coldly. 'Yes. They must all, of course, comely and of the 
appropriate body type. I assume you understand our requirements?'

She meant they ought to look mouthwatering on a serving platter. Well, Lorna 
was quite familiar with the type. Ushi and Sarah, say. Of course, those two 
women were thinking the same thing about her.

'I quite understand,' she said with a nod and a cold smile. 'You'll get what 
you ask for.'

After the three left, Jess and Miki joined Lorna in her office. Blonde Jess 
and brunette Miki had the firm, solid figures and weathered good looks of 
long term motorcycle girls or porno actresses. In fact, both had retired 
from the porn video business to work for Lorna, and had become full members 
of the Society of Lillith as a result of helping Lorna become president. 
They also lived with her and shared her taste in delicious women.

'Any idea how we're going to do this, Lorna?' Miki asked.

Lorna nodded. 'Given what the models and demonstrators are going to have to 
put up with, much less have inserted in their bodies, I figured girls in the 
porn business would be our best bet, and you guys know that crowd. Think we 
can get some?'

Jess nodded. 'At the rates the show'll be paying' Hell, yes! Good looking 
girls, too.'

Miki looked a little embarrassed. 'There's actually a offshoot of the S&M 
crowd that specializes in videos about cooking women. I actually worked in 
it, once. Funny thing is, some girls are regular stars. They show up on a 
spit or in the pot in every video and the fans love 'em. It's actually 
against the law to cook a girl for real on a video, so it's all roleplay, 
but it sells. The fans know it's the same girl looking like she's being 
cooked, time after time, but they enjoy the fantasy, I guess.'

Lorna shrugged. No figuring people, but that was their own business. 'Sounds 
like a start. Get busy and find me about twenty five possibles, as soon as 
you can. By the end of the week at the latest. I'll give a preliminary talk 
to the whole bunch here, then we'll find out who's serious. Those we hire.'

Lorna wasn't worried that Jess and Miki could find enough women for the 
contract. They regularly went out and found screwballs to volunteer for the 
household pantry whenever the fresh meat ran low. With Jess and Miki, Lorna 
always had a girl or two around the apartment waiting to sit on a spit.

'How are you planning to test the girls?' Jess asked.

Lorna smiled, 'A day's roleplay where everyone gets a taste of being on the 
menu. Then we'll finish off with a good, old fashioned barbecue. I think 
Suzy ought to be about right for that.'

Jess nodded, rolling her eyes. 'Oh my, yes! Great body, but the brains of a 
hamster. She'll be ready to go about then.'

Miki looked thoughtful. 'Role-play and a live roasting ought to get rid of 
the faint hearted, all right. We going to have this thing at our place?'

Lorna nodded. 'We have the kitchen for it. Let everyone have their fun and 
then you two can put Suzy on to cook.'

'Lorna,' Jess asked in a concerned voice, 'do you think we'll have any 
trouble with those three Show creeps trying to hurt the girls' They don't 
have a real good track record and it bothers me.'

Lorna's face got steel hard again. 'I'm planning, in case that happens,' she 
said in a grim voice. 'Believe me, the girls will be safe, or else. Ms. Ushi 
and her two partners will regret it if they try something.'

Jess and Miki nodded. Lorna, despite her cute and cuddly exterior and 
general good nature, was about the most ruthless and underhanded person 
they'd ever met, if she felt the need to be. Ushi, et al, were in deep 
trouble if they got out of line. Good enough.

It was the logistics that defeated her, Lorna decided as she watched twenty 
three good looking naked women trickle from the main house onto Carol's 
screened front porch. After a little thought on the requirements of the 
process, Lorna had reluctantly decided her third floor penthouse in South 
Miami's trendy Art Deco district was just not suited. It was big enough to 
host a party of forty or so, but the various requirements for preparing 
twenty three girls for cooking, such as the enemas and pubic shaving, not to 
mention kitchen size, were just too much for her place. A phone call to 
Carol, the Society of Lilith's cook, brought quick approval for the whole 
project to take place at her private little island in the Keys. But even she 
was hard pressed to borrow enough equipment from everyone she knew to handle 
this large a group.

Once Jess and Miki brought the prospective Show models down in two large 
vans, they were sent in the house to get as naked as every other woman on 
the island. In fact, there were a number of other women already present. In 
addition to Jess and Miki, there were Carol and her three assistant cooks, 
Vivian and Brooke - Lorna's two best friends and sometime lovers - and the 
woman that had designed Lorna's kitchen, Megan Galloway. Hanging around the 
periphery were tonight's dinner, Suzy, and the four girls currently in 
Carol's pantry. Lorna was doubly thankful Carol was hosting this circus, 
because she'd also volunteered another girl to feed the crowd. Suzy was 
nicely fleshed, but she would be pretty stretched to provide a meal for the 
entire group.

In fact, the group was larger than she expected. Once Jess and Miki brought 
in the twenty six candidates for the job, Lorna had sat them down as a group 
and fully explained what was entailed at the Show and what was going to 
happen first, as a trial. Surprisingly, only three had quit and one of those 
had told her, 'I'd stay and do it, but I'm afraid I'm getting to like this 
playing dinner too much, and the thought scares hell out of me.' Lorna let 
her go with complete sympathy and understanding.

Looking out at the now assembled nude women, Lorna smiled. 'Okay, ladies, 
we're here now, and you're all meat, just like I said you were going to be. 
I mean that. You should consider yourselves in a commercial meat processing 
plant. You're about to be bound, gagged and prepped for cooking. Time is 
short before dinner this afternoon and every one of you is going to get a 
taste of the heat, so let's get to it. Stand up.'

As the women nervously stood, Carol's assistants moved behind them, cuffing 
their wrists together in the small of their backs and applying ball gags. 
Lorna smiled to see Megan floating around the group, happily videotaping the 
proceedings.

Megan Galloway was an odd duck. A tall, elegant blonde with a figure model's 
hips, great legs, and large breasts, she was a kitchen designer for femme d' 
cuisine, but had never tasted a woman's meat or even seen one cooked until 
Lorna invited her to a barbecue as a reward for designing her own kitchen. 
Ever since then, Megan's pussy mound was perpetually shaved, and she loved 
to watch a woman cooking. When she was in attendance, she kept her breasts 
bound and a meat thermometer up her ass as though she was next on the 
cooking table. Megan was carrying a serious thing about womaneating, and 
Lorna suspected it wouldn't be long before she moved in with her to become a 
feature on the next menu.

Now, however, she was taping the whole day's roleplay for the models. As 
Carol had remarked, 'We've got to have this on video! A mass prepping and 
cooking like this only happens once!' Lorna had to agree, and a number of 
copies of the tape were already spoken for. Looking at the now bound women 
in the group, Lorna suspected a few of them would want copies when it was 
all over, too.

Carol's three assistants led the first group out back, where a temporary 
enema station was set up, consisting of plywood flats with a metal rod set 
up waist high and running the length of the temporary flooring. Each girl 
was brought up on the flats, bent over the rod and her wrists and ankles 
were shackled together. Once ten or so were secured in a bent over position, 
the three assistant cooks, aided by Jess, proceeded to insert a three foot 
long, two inch thick colonic irrigator up each girl's ass. Lorna could see 
the process from where she was standing with the remaining women on the 
porch, and it was unique and enjoyable. The groans, squeals and other noises 
each girl made as she was penetrated were carrying, even through the gags. 
So much so that the next relay were squirming around in their seats to see 
what they were destined for next. Several were starting to rub their thighs 
together, too, Lorna noted, a sure sign they were getting excited.

The second relay was processed while the first group was in the nearby 
portolets. As the first group came out, they were given beach clogs to wear, 
trundled under showers, then led to the depilatory station. Vivian, Brooke 
and Miki staffed this one. Vivian, an incredibly voluptuous woman with 
absolutely no flab on her, made an interesting counterpoint to Brooke's 
international swimsuit model's body, balanced out by Miki's solid curvy 
form. The three pitched in with a grinning will to process the first relay, 
laying the girls on their backs on a long table, and raising their legs 
until their knees were nearly touching their shoulders. With the pubic area 
thus totally revealed, one of the three would wipe the girl's pussy with a 
depilatory cream then remove the loosened hair with a towel.

Strolling over to watch, Lorna noted that a good many of the pussies treated 
were already damp, and not from the shower. Working on one girl, Brooke 
looked over her shoulder at Lorna, grinned, and licked her lips with relish 
before returning to the splayed pussy displayed in front of her. The 
traditional end to a roleplay cooking, Lorna reflected, was to have the 
meal's pussy nibbled by the cook.

Everybody was going to have their fill of succulent snatch today. Lorna's 
friends could handle the first ten, that ten could do the second, and 
somebody would probably be available to handle the odd leftover. Good 
planning, especially since the second ten would then be available to service 
her and her friends, more than ready by that time.

Once hairless, each girl had a padded alligator clamp, tipped with a small 
ring, clamped on her clitoris. The ring stuck out in front of her pubis, and 
a tag on it pronounced the meat USDA Prime. A chain could also be snapped to 
the ring to lead the girl around. Once the clamp was affixed, the girl was 
ready for the griddle. Or spit. Or whatever.

After having their pubic hair removed, the first relay was taken over to 
where their clit rings were snapped to delicate chains, each hanging from 
its own post. Secured to the posts, the girls stood docily and watched the 
second relay go through hair removal.

Lorna strolled behind the secured girls, occasionally hefting a breast or 
squeezing an especially succulent buttock or thigh. The girls were all good 
looking, if slightly on the heavy side. After all, Lorna mused, they were in 
their line of work because they looked like a good meal, not a fashion 
model. As she walked, she amused herself by deciding which girl would be 
appropriate for the grill, or spitted up the ass and roasted, or even for 
boiling in a stew. Once in a while, Lorna would insert a finger between the 
legs to check for excitement and it always came back damp. One girl even had 
a mild orgasm just from the touch of the finger, she was so excited. Several 
glanced at the gasping girl with obvious envy, then went back to watching 
the rest of their group getting the pubic hair treatment. Lorna decided the 
fearful, 'You're now meat in the processing plant.' attitude was gone. All 
of them were into the game now and excited about it.

So, okay. Have fun.

Lorna waved Carol over. 'Carol,' she said loudly for the girls to hear, 
'this bunch is ready for cooking.'

'Oh, wonderful!' Carol replied as they strolled back along the line, 
tweaking an especially tasty looking bit here and there. 'The cooking pits 
are about ready and I have the soup cauldron nice and hot. Let's start with 
some woman stew, shall we?'

Carol signaled, pointing out two of the girls. Her assistants immediately 
gathered them up and walked them over to a huge black pot with a low fire 
built under it. With clogs, ball gags, and rings removed, the two girls were 
assisted into the warm, steamy water where they stood, hands bound behind 
them and moaning slightly, looking fearfully at Carol. Lorna wasn't fooled. 
These two were fully into the game. 'Turn around, ladies, and bend over,' 
Carol said.

When they did, the cooks slipped greased vibrators into the two apertures 
each woman was offering. When they straightened up, each girl was rubbed 
with spices and checked to make sure the plugs were secure. 'Squat down,' 
Carol ordered. 'You two look like you'll make nice stew meat.' The girls' 
ensuing moans were only half feigned, a high degree of stimulation doing for 
the rest.

Lorna dimpled. 'You know, that water is going to be highly flavored soon. 
Pussy juice.'

Carol laughed. 'You bet! I'll leave them in for about ten minutes to get 
good and heated up, then get them on platters. You want first nibbles, 
Madame president?'

Lorna mock frowned. 'I really don't like boiled meat. Let Jess and Miki have 
them. After all, they really did a good job recruiting this bunch. There 
isn't a bad one in the lot.'

Carol nodded, grinning. 'Tell you what, you pick one out and I'll grill her 
especially for you.'

'Done.' Lorna detached the leash on a nice, juicy, well fleshed brunette and 
Carol led her over to join three of her fellow meat girls on a cooking 
table. As Lorna joined one of Carol's assistants in rubbing her chosen meal 
with spiced cooking oil, she looked over and saw Carol laying a double spit 
between a pair of girls on the next table. A U-shaped projection on the 
spit, tipped with vibrators, was slipped upwards between the two girls and 
into their cunts, pulling their bellies close together. Each girl's hands 
were lashed behind her partner's back and the two then bound together with 
the heavy spit between them. After that, they were seasoned and placed on 
the rotisserie and over the coals, vibrators whirring away merrily. Another 
pair were quickly given the same treatment, so that four bound squirming, 
moaning girls were soon rotating over the hot coals.

Meanwhile, Lorna's own dinner had one half of a two part spit pushed up her 
ass, the other down her throat, and was laid on the grill in company with 
the other three. Handles on the spits enabled the cooks to turn the girls so 
they'd cook evenly. None of the meat was gagged by this time, and the sound 
effects were really becoming incredible.

The view, Lorna decided, was fantastic. To one side, a soup cauldron was 
boiling up two moaning, squealing, writhing women, while four more squirmed 
over the coals in another direction. In the center, another four wriggled 
and juiced as they barbecued on a gigantic grill. Marvelous!

As her own girl was served on a platter, doubled over on her back to display 
a truly delicious prime filet, Lorna enjoyed the sight and smell of nicely 
toasted, albeit live and pulsing, pussy. Then she dived in to really make a 
meal of the squirming, squealing brunette.

After everybody calmed down and was cleaned up, Suzy and a tall, nicely 
shaped blonde with rather fleshy thighs and hips, Carol's contribution, were 
brought out to be seasoned, spitted, and whole roasted. Jess and Miki were 
handling the food preparation chores, assisted by several of Carol's 
helpers. They led the two up to Carol's new spitting jigs, devices that 
looked very much like padded saw horses. Both girls straddled the padded 
tops and had their ankles secured to the back legs. They then bent over, 
resting their bodies on the padded top while their wrists were secured to 
the front legs of the jig. When waist straps were secured, the two future 
roasts were comfortable, but widely splayed for spitting. Jess took two 
clear plastic tubes and pushed one gently down the throat of each girl.

Lorna was watching the proceedings with Carol and asked her, 'What are those 
tubes' I haven't seen anything like that before.'

Carol nodded. 'I'm testing them for the company that's going to be debuting 
them at the Show. Those are spit guides. Run from the mouth to the stomach, 
ventilated so she can breathe, but keeps the spit from puncturing something 
inadvertently. Goes with the new self-guiding spit I have mounted in the 
automatic spitting machines. Makes things easier on the girl and keeps her 
alive longer so the meat has better flavor.'

As they watched the machines gently slide the spits home through the girl's 
pussies, Lorna felt someone come up on her other side. It was Diane, the 
girl 'grilled' for her earlier. Lorna turned and put an arm around her bare 
shoulders and gave her a hug. 'Hi. Enjoying yourself?' The answer was 
self-evident in Diane's overly bright eyes and excited expression.

'Oh, yes!' Diane replied with a smile and nod. 'This is tremendously 
exciting! Those two act like they're really in to it!'

'They are,' Carol commented with a smile. 'What you felt earlier, well, 
they're feeling it about ten times as much. If a woman approaches being 
cooked in a sexual state of mind, and the cooks treat her properly, she'll 
go out with the biggest bang she ever felt. They're in a constant low grade 
orgasm now, actually.'

'Ooohh.' Diane's eyes got bigger. She wasn't alone in her excitement, 
judging from the sounds, and stroking hands, of the other models gathered 
around the jigs.

Lorna decided the girl was pure spit muffin. She slid her arm down to her 
waist and hugged her bare hip to bare hip. 'We'll watch them start to cook 
for a while. Nothing is as sensual and beautiful as a spitted woman 
squirming over the coals. Then I'll take you over to one of those lounges 
and work off a little energy, okay?'

Diane smiled at her. 'Oh, yes, please!' She reached over and timidly stroked 
one of Lorna's bare melon sized breasts and a kiss sealed the deal.

In the back of her mind, Lorna acknowledged she was seducing the girl for 
her own pantry, something she'd never done before. There was a sort of 
mellow sadness to it. She was now a full fledged cannibal, even catching the 
women she wanted to eat. On the other hand, the girl was cute, curvy and 
quite tasty looking, with a delectable pussy. Enjoy it, Lorna decided, this 
one was going to be a good meal.

The Show certainly was discreet, Lorna decided. Accompanied by Jess and 
Miki, she entered one of Miami's larger hotels, then, following the 
instructions in her invitation, took the elevator to the basement and 
through a tunnel to the display hall. From the street, signs prominently 
proclaimed the hall closed for minor renovations. Nobody but the invited 
attendees and those with displays or booths would know any different, or be 
allowed inside. There were even screened dressing rooms at the entrance, 
where guests could don masks or costumes if they so desired. Privacy was 
all.

A lot of money had already changed hands, Lorna decided. Good that she was 
getting her cut of it. All three of them wanted to see the Show, but Lorna's 
main purpose was to ensure the models were being treated properly.

At the admission desk, the three women were given their courtesy 
contractor's passes, then went through the double steel door into the Show 
proper. The first thing Lorna saw was some new type of metal barbecue 
rotisserie that was already running, complete with a rotating spitted girl, 
already turning golden brown. She started to get outraged, then realized the 
girl wasn't one of the ones she'd hired. The girl was clearly Hispanic, as 
were a number of the ones she had on contract, but not someone she 
recognized.

Reading a nearby placard, Jess said, 'This is a new indoor barbecue design 
that can be used in a kitchen, supposed to cook a woman in half the time. 
The girl was supplied by one of the importers. Says here, she's cooking for 
the concession stand.'

Miki shrugged. 'Stands to reason the importers would be here, and bring some 
stock. I imagine most of the girls they brought will go to the concession 
stand. Hell, what other kind of meat would you expect at this shindig?'

Lorna glanced at the nearby price board and winced. 'Wow! Those prices are 
about twice what you'd pay at Casa de Dolcett for the same cut, and that 
place is not cheap! Well, no lunch here, ladies. Cold cuts when we get 
home.'

The concession stand was doing a pretty good business, judging from the line 
it had and the large group at the nearby tables. With the money the stand 
was making, let alone the high prices for the invitee's admissions, the Show 
was turning really big bucks!

At the first booth, the three picked up plastic goody bags to hold brochures 
and such, then decided to split up for a while and just see the various 
displays. Lorna still planned to check on her girls, but she decided the 
exhibits were well worth the look-see, let alone the attendees, a show in 
and of themselves. There were a lot of people dressed normally and Lorna 
recognized several Lilith Society members. A bunch more wore masks, not that 
the masks hid the fact that several of the wearers were A-list movie stars. 
Costumes abounded, too. Most of the costume type were in leather hoods, 
straps and chains. One woman that caught her eye was even dressed in a 
witch's black dress and hat. Looked real, too. Hm. No. Couldn't be, could 
it'

Lorna stopped at the Gourmet Girls Magazine booth to pick up a couple of 
back issues for Miki, a subscriber. While she was there, an energetic voice 
cried out behind her, 'Lorna Paten! Lorna!'

She turned and was immediately enveloped in an enthusiastic hug. No guessing 
who that was. 'Hi, Belinda,' she managed to gasp out. She freed one hand to 
wave a hello at Sharon, Belinda's constant companion, who was watching 
Belinda's antics with her usual jaundiced eye. Sharon, a very well developed 
brunette, waved back, her whole posture a study in disgruntled tolerance.

'Oh! Let me just look at you, dear,' Belinda said with her usual bouncy 
enthusiasm. 'Why, you look fabulous!'

'You look great, too, Belinda.' That was no overstatement. Belinda was a 
fortyish blonde with short hair and a really knockout figure that a woman 
half her age would kill to have. Said figure was notable for moving in 
pretty much every direction when Belinda proceeded from place to place with 
her customary energy.

'I am really happy to see you, Lorna darling,' Belinda said. 'Why, just 
about everybody who's anybody is here! I've met so many of my old friends 
and things here are just so interesting! I understand you provided the 
models, dear, and I really want to commend you for that! There are really 
some interesting new products on display, and the girls really add such a 
great dimension to the whole affair!'

Giving Belinda, who she really did like, a return hug, she looked over the 
woman's shoulder at Sharon. 'Hi, Sharon. Keeping her out of trouble?'