Trade Show Barbecue (Part 2)


Sharon snorted sardonically. ?You know that?s impossible. Still, she does 
keep things lively and well stocked around the house. She brought in four a 
couple of weeks ago that were almost a mini-cult of spit muffins. Goofy. 
One?s waiting at home and the other three provided dinner. That?s a story 
you need to hear.?

Lorna giggled. ?I think I do. You guys up for drinks at my place tonight? 
I?ll hear the tale then.? It ought to be some story, too. Belinda, despite 
her ditzy exterior, was an accomplished hunter, luring edible females from 
the beach near her home. As with everything Belinda did, however, there was 
a twist to this. She specialized solely in utter and complete bitches. 
Belinda referred to catching and cooking her chosen prey as cleaning the 
gene pool.

Belinda smiled brilliantly. ?Of course, dear. I?m always glad to see you and 
the girls. Where are Jess and Miki, by the way??

Lorna waved a hand at the crowded, colorful displays. ?Out here, somewhere. 
You?ll run into them on the show floor.?

As she looked around, Lorna?s eye was caught by a tall, beautifully formed, 
athletic, almost Nordic redhead, dressed in comfortably worn, skintight 
leather. It wasn?t so much the woman?s looks that caught her eye, as it was 
the way she moved with total body control, giving an aura of power held 
under complete control. People in the crowd unconsciously avoided her, 
giving her an invisible bubble of space.

Following Lorna?s fascinated stare, Belinda saw who she was looking at and 
smiled. ?Oh, that?s Amanda Blake. She?s as much predator as hunter, but 
quite nice when you get to know her. At least, I personally think so, 
although most people do regard her as a bit insane. Very highly thought of 
in hunting circles in England.?

Oddly enough, Lorna didn?t feel uncomfortable looking at Amanda, the way 
many of the women seemed to appear. She wondered if it meant they were both 
cut from the same cloth, although she didn?t regard herself as an insane 
predator. ?Who?s the guy with her??

?Oh, I?ve met him briefly,? Belinda said, ?but I can?t quite recall his name 
for the moment. Comes from the same part of England, I believe, and a truly 
excellent writer, according to Cousin Leo. Goes by a set of initials, 
P-something-or-another.

?Oh, look!? Belinda said excitedly, shooting off on another tangent. 
?There?s Professor Hinkley, the explorer! I?ve really been dying to meet 
him! Must rush, dear!? As Belinda bustled off, Sharon trailed behind rolling 
her eyes and waved a casual good-by. Lorna had to laugh.

Her next find was a small autograph booth staffed, to Lorna?s surprise, by 
two of her girls, fully nude. ?Ushi found out we all did W.E. videos. She 
really runs things here, I guess,? one explained, ?so she bought a whole 
bunch of our stuff for us to autograph. Everybody with a video rotates. Gee, 
it?s kind of weird, considering we?re in every one of them as the main dish, 
yet here we are in the flesh. But, hey, it?s kind of nice having fans, even 
strange ones.?

Watching the other girl at the table pose for a photo with a man in leather 
mask/strap combo and a naked girl on a leash, Lorna had to agree about the 
weird part. The picture was taken by another naked girl wearing chains, 
obviously a second ?slave?. Strange fans, for sure.

Lorna was pleased to find her girls fully involved on the show floor, nude 
as required by contract, but still pleasantly professional, even when the 
product being demonstrated was a new kind of vibrator or anal plug. One was 
even sitting, cuffed hand and foot, on a restraining stool, with plugs up 
her ass and vagina, but courteous and calm as she talked to passing 
attendees, telling them about the company?s products. Another was moaning 
and gasping with a real orgasm as she sat on a pussy grill.

One booth shocked her when she found one of her models, a really big 
breasted one, bent slightly over with her breasts on a hot charcoal grill 
set chest high. What stopped Lorna?s outraged interruption was that the girl 
didn?t seem in any pain, despite the sales rep?s occasional poking of her 
good sized jugs with a dull barbecue fork. ?As you can see, folks,? the man 
said as he rambled through his patter, ?she?s not being hurt, nor are her 
breasts really cooking, at least very much. The whole point of HeatAway 
cream is to protect these beauties so they?ll cook much slower than the rest 
of the girl. With HeatAway, you can fully roast her with her breasts still 
on, and they?ll be properly done when she?s ready to carve, no problem with 
ruining them by overcooking at all.?

Lorna thought about it and decided this was quite an advance. A glance at 
the company name on the booth told the story and she had to nod in 
recognition. It was the same company that made that European product, 
FiberFloss, and it looked like they had another winner.

At a booth for an Internet site run by a Puerto Rican couple, she found 
herself in amiable conversation with a woman named Anne who had a large boa 
constrictor draped around her neck and shoulders. Anne commented, ?You 
really did a good job with the models, Lorna. They?re helping make the show 
a big hit. Right, Spit?? Thus addressed, the taciturn man standing next to 
her agreed. With a slight shock, Lorna recognized him as one of her favorite 
authors.

?Thanks,? Lorna answered. ?I?m glad they?re doing their job. That?s what I 
hired them for, and ALL I hired them for.?

Anne got a little wide-eyed at her tone, but nodded agreement after a 
moment?s thought.

To her amusement, Lorna even found herself autographing one of her old 
Internet nude pictures for a dark man wearing a name tag with ?Yppz? printed 
on it. At another booth, she got a copy of the Cookbook for Cannibals 
autographed by the author. The show was really turning out to be fun.

Back to business, she chided herself, and decided to find out where the 
girls hung out when they weren?t on the floor. There certainly weren?t all 
on duty at the moment.

As it happened, the problem solved itself as two of the girls met her in one 
of the aisles. ?Oh, Ms Paten, I?m really glad to see you,? the redhead said. 
?We really don?t have a problem, but...?

?What is it, honey?? Lorna asked gently.

?Well,? the girl glanced at her companion, who motioned for her to continue, 
?you know that couple that?s been photographing the exhibits for the show?? 
Lorna nodded.

The rest came out in a gush. ?We?re really not as experienced as we?d like, 
cause I guess, in our kind of videos, nobody acts as your representative, 
you just do it yourself and I really don?t know how to talk to nice people 
like them, but they want us to pose for them after the show?s over ?cause 
they do girl cooking picture sets and they said we?d be great and they?re so 
nice and all and we?ve heard of them and they really treat models right and 
we?d like to take the job ?cause they?re so nice and all, but we don?t know 
how to read contracts or anything and... Would your agency represent us??

Lorna followed the torrent of words with some difficulty, but was more or 
less able to stay in the main stream. At the last question, she gave both 
girls a friendly hug. ?Sure, be glad to. This is a special case, you 
understand, because we normally don?t do skin or porno, but you guys are 
doing an excellent job, so call it a favor for a good job.?

Both squealed with delight. After settling down, they agreed to take Lorna 
to the lounge to announce their good fortune, especially since the posing 
offer had been made to most of the models. Lorna sighed. Be careful what 
favors you promise, she told herself resignedly, but a promise was a 
promise. She was aware of the husband and wife team making the offers, and 
the girls were right: they were nice people. Shouldn?t be a problem.

On their way down the service corridor, a voice behind the three called out, 
?Make way, hot meal coming through!?

Lorna stepped to one side and was passed by two of the models carrying a 
third doubled on her back, moaning. It was the girl from the grill. One of 
the models carrying her grinned at Lorna and licked her lips. ?Bonus time. 
We get to taste what?s been cooked on display.?

Lorna grinned back as she watched the three disappear through a door at the 
end of the corridor. Looks like one, or both, of the carriers were about to 
enjoy some grilled pussy. If past experience was any guide, it was about to 
get a little noisy in the old break room.

When Lorna entered the break room, she found it furnished comfortably, with 
girls relaxing on a number of couches and overstuffed chairs. There was an 
open door off the main room, and the sounds coming from it told her where 
the meal and her carriers had gone.

On a couch against one wall, a girl was lying on her stomach, calmly reading 
a magazine with the base of a butt plug just visible between her plush 
bottom cheeks. It was Diane, who looked up and waved her over. ?Hi, Lorna. 
I?m getting ready to go on in a few moments. They?re demonstrating a new two 
part spit and I?m the meat. It?s a featured demonstration, so I hope you'll 
please come and watch.?

?Hi, honey,? Lorna replied, ?you can be certain I?ll be there.? She reached 
over and gently patted the girl on a plump buttock, letting her hand stay 
for a moment to knead and squeeze the tender flesh. By now, Lorna was 
perfectly certain Diana was going to end up in her kitchen soon... and not 
as a cook.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Miki?s voice coming from behind her. 
?Lorna, they did it anyhow.?

?What?? she asked calmly as she turned to face her assistant. As she did, 
she saw Paulo, one of Antonio Montero?s two main subordinates and Miki?s 
boyfriend, standing at her shoulder. Lorna already knew that Antonio was 
head of security for the show, so she wasn?t really surprised to see Paulo, 
especially in company with Miki. At a guess, that meant Jess was somewhere 
with Juan, the other of Antonio?s main men and Jess?s special guy. That also 
meant there was a good chance she?d meet up with Antonio at the show, a 
thought that gave her a sexual tingle. With any luck, there was a good 
possibility of discussing the day?s events and upcoming plans in bed tonight 
after a fine dinner. That thought really gave her a tingle. If Antonio felt 
up for a good ride, she was certainly willing to give him one.

Miki handed her a piece of paper that sent all those pleasant thoughts into 
oblivion. It was a ballot, and the name of every one of her models was on 
it. ?Where?s the ballot box?? she asked in an icy voice.

Miki replied, ?On a table at the back wall of the show. They?re not making a 
big production of it, but the instructions make it plain you?re voting for a 
model to cook at the end of show luncheon.?

?Like Hell!? Lorna ground out, then throttled her growing rage. They were 
sticking to their custom of electing one of the models, then cooking her and 
the girl had no say in the matter. These arrogant jerks were directly 
defying her condition that no harm would come to the girls she hired. Damn 
them for making a liar out of her. If this got out, she?d be out of 
business, but, more than that, the whole idea went totally against her 
grain. Settle down Lorna, she told herself, you planned for this. Now get to 
work.

Miki saw her boss go from rage to the really scary calm that marked her at 
her most dangerous. Normally, that was frightening, but Miki was really 
pissed at the three bastards running the show for trying to hurt the girls. 
Even if only one got roasted, the rest would be scared stiff. Miki wanted a 
piece of them, and it looked like Lorna was going to provide it. ?Find 
Antonio,? Lorna said in a steel hard voice. ?Tell him to meet me at the two 
part spit demonstration.?

Paulo nodded and, taking a small radio from his belt, muttered into it in 
machine-gun Spanish. ?He?ll meet you there,? he said when the conversation 
was over. Lorna nodded.

?Is something wrong?? Diane asked from her position on the couch.

Lorna patted her bare bottom again. ?No honey. Just a little problem with 
the contracting organization. I intend to have it fixed in a day or so, so 
you girls go ahead and keep doing the great job you?re doing.?

Diane sighed and settled her chin on her crossed arms. ?Great!? she sighed, 
relaxing. ?You know, I really like this gig. This show?s fun.?

?It is, honey,? Lorna agreed, ?and I intend for it to stay that way.?

The large circular stage in the center of the showroom floor was the site of 
the much anticipated spit demonstration. It already had cooking tables and 
one of the special spit roasting cookers Lorna had seen by the entrance set 
up. She made a mental note to herself to inquire about prices. One of those 
indoor barbecues would be good in her kitchen. On one side of the stage was 
what appeared to be a two part spit, each end on a stand, but magically 
horizontal in mid air, a three foot gap between the two parts and hundred 
pound weights hanging off each part. Must be the new hypermagnetic two part 
spit they were going to demonstrate. Interesting. Quite an advance over the 
old ventilated spit you hand-shoved up a girl?s pussy or butt.

Lorna, Miki and Paulo were there in plenty of time to get a place on the 
front row, shortly joined by Jess and Juan. Lorna looked to either side and 
found herself between two rather memorable attendees.

One was a huge, muscular Korean-looking man in, of all things, a butler?s 
outfit. He noticed her, and tipped the bowler hat on his bullet shaped head, 
smiled a gap toothed smile, and grunted what Lorna thought must have been a 
polite hello. Lorna smiled uncertainly back. This guy was straight out of a 
James Bond movie!

The other was a glasses wearing guy with a neatly trimmed beard, setting up 
an easel to do another of the pen and ink drawings she saw in the open 
portfolio at his feet. From where she stood, it looked like they were 
treatments of the various exhibits at the show, prominently featuring the 
girls cooking in one form or another. ?Karyn,? he said to his assistant, a 
trim, short haired brunette with glasses, ?hand me that pen case over there, 
would you??

She forgot the artist as everyone applauded the appearance of the cook, her 
assistants, and the prospective roastee. Carol was acting as the cook by 
special arrangement with the company marketing the spit. Lorna smiled as she 
realized Carol had deliberately encased her hour glass figure in the same 
white bikini made famous when she was starring in that old TV show, with a 
tall chef?s hat topping her heart shaped face and long straight brown hair. 
Her two assistants were also in white bikinis, and Lorna giggled when she 
saw that Megan was one of them. Trust Megan not to miss even a roleplay 
cooking. Diane had her hands cuffed behind her and a ball gag in her mouth, 
trying her best to look frantically scared, but Lorna could tell the girl 
was excited about the ride she was soon to take.

?Hello, everybody,? Carol said, then went into her patter about the merits 
of the new hypermagnetic two part spit. As she talked, Diane was laid face 
down on the cooking table and her feet were fitted into cuffs on either side 
of the table, leaving her legs spread a comfortable distance apart and her 
pussy uncovered for insertion of the bottom half of the spit. Lorna gathered 
from the commentary that some sort of extremely strong, computer balanced 
magnetic field held the two parts of the spit in place. The field would 
eventually disrupt the heart?s action, but it took over an hour for that to 
happen. If the spit was used in roleplay, the girl wouldn?t be on it long 
enough for her to incur any damage. If she was on it to really roast, the 
point about the heart was moot.

Carol?s assistants took the weights off the two parts of the spit on the 
display stand, turned it off, then brought both loose halves over to the 
cooking table. One assistant carefully inserted the front into Diane?s 
mouth, but obviously not down her throat. The other end was just as 
carefully inserted about nine or so inches up her cunt. One of the 
assistants fastened a metallic looking thick strap just under her breasts. 
Megan turned something at the base of the spit and Diane stiffened like she 
had a solid spit through her body. ?As you can see,? Carol was saying, 
?neither end is inserted far enough to be bothersome or painful. The strap 
at the balance point of the magnetic fields gives the central part of her 
body support and doesn't let her sag. This makes roleplay much more fun 
since you don?t have to worry about anti-gag drugs, among other things. If 
you are spitting a girl for real, she?ll stay alive longer, which means, of 
course the meat will be that much more tasty.

?In addition,? she continued with a smile, ?the base of the spit, the part 
in her cunt, is giving her a constant little electric tingle when it?s 
turned on. Keeps her stimulated and makes the whole experience more 
enjoyable for all concerned, especially since her cunt gets really juicy.?

Lorna missed the next part because two strong arms swept her up, flipped her 
around in midair and positioned her for a long and passionate kiss, which 
she proceeded to receive. Antonio, dark, muscular, terminally handsome 
Antonio Montero, international arms dealer, sometime mercenary and 
occasional ?specialty? job contractor, had arrived. Lorna could already feel 
her heart beating faster.

?Good afternoon, darling,? he said with a husky Spanish accent as they broke 
apart.

?Antonio,? Lorna replied breathlessly, ?one more like that and we?re leaving 
the show right now!

?Hold it, bucko,? she said hastily before he could follow up on her 
suggestion. ?We need to talk. I have a little job for you and the boys 
tomorrow night. Since you?re head of security here, dear, it ought to be no 
problem.?

Somehow, Antonio managed to combine a thoughtful look at her and a big grin. 
?I know your little jobs, Lorna, and they normally fall under what I 
categorize as high priced work. Are you prepared to pay??

?How about a week on your island with me and the girls?? Lorna said with an 
answering grin. ?I?ll even bring a special dinner or two.? Jess and Miki 
ought to be able to find a couple of party girls burnt out enough to 
volunteer for the spit.

Antonio?s smile was knowing, and Lorna was getting that old tingle again. 
?All right, Lorna,? he answered. ?What is it??

?Shh,? she said and turned back to the stage. ?Tonight, over dinner and in 
bed. I want to watch this.?

By now, Diane had been lifted onto the rotisserie and had begun turning over 
the heat. Lorna always enjoyed watching a girl rotate over the heat, and 
Diane was no exception. Somehow, her slightly plump form became a sculptor?s 
dream, every curve both tantalizing and perfect as her muscles rippled in 
orgasm. The front part of the spit didn?t go far enough down her throat to 
block her voicebox, either, so there were muffled groans and squeals to add 
to the show. Diane was certainly enjoying this. She looked wonderful and 
Lorna was sure she was going to taste wonderful, too, one of these days 
soon.

Marcel was somewhat surprised when he found the door of his temporary office 
in the show hall unlocked, but dismissed the matter with a Gallic shrug. 
Obviously, either Ushi or Sarah had come in early. Unusual, perhaps, but not 
unknown, especially on the climactic day of the show. Certainly, they were 
in early, since the ballot box was sitting on his desk.

His thoughts skidded into other paths when a voice spoke from the doorway of 
the connecting office. ?Marcel,? Lorna?s tones were steely hard, calm, and 
deadly, ?you and your partners violated the contract you had with my agency. 
Did you think I wouldn?t find out??

Gathering what little courage he had, he turned to face the short curvy 
woman that was now somehow not so cuddly. ?It is, after all, our custom. The 
attendees expect it. Not my personal preference in this case, perhaps, but 
there is nothing you can do.?

Lorna nodded, with a grim smile that held absolutely no good nature at all. 
?Perhaps, perhaps not. Certainly, it would be far too late if I went to the 
courts or other standard remedies. On the other hand, the contract you 
signed allowed me to call in other agencies if I so desire in case of any 
violation, did you notice that??

He hadn?t. Mentally, he damned the perspiration forming on his brow as he 
attempted to keep up a bold front. ?A trifle. There is nothing, Ms Paten, 
you can do at this moment. Perhaps you should acknowledge you have lost and 
allow events to take their course with grace.?

Lorna nodded. ?Maybe. I?m curious, though. Shall we see, before we get 
further into what will happen next, just who got elected to become the 
centerpiece of the end of show luncheon??

A cold chill ran down Marcel?s spine. Something was going to happen. He 
didn?t know what, but something was going to happen. He nodded nervously and 
got the ballot box key from his desk drawer. With slightly shaky hands, he 
unlocked the box under Lorna?s iron glare, the reached in to extract a 
handful of ballots. Glancing at the top one, he realized the names checked 
were not the ones he expected. In fact, those names shouldn?t be on the 
ballots at all!

Lorna reached over and extracted the ballots from his nerveless hands. ?Hm,? 
she said musingly as she leafed through them, ?it appears that Ushi Gerber 
and Sarah Wylkes got the vote on this one. And on this one. And these.?

She rifled through the stack of ballots in the box. ?In fact, it appears the 
two of them were chosen on every ballot in the box. The women have excellent 
bodies. Good choice, I?d say. Since they are not on my contract, there?s 
really nothing more I can do about it. It looks like the banquet will have 
its main dish after all.?

?But - but - but, that?s impossible!? he stammered, then made the mistake of 
looking Lorna straight in the eye. What he saw froze him in terror.

?Oh,? she replied softly, ?but it is certainly possible. The outside agency 
that has now taken a hand is the Society of Lilith, Marcel. They have also 
taken Ushi and Sarah. Since only one is needed for the main dish of your 
little luncheon buffet, the other is mine for later, and I?ll be choosing 
which one in a few minutes. They have both already signed over their 
interests in your little partnership to the Society. Your show serves a 
useful purpose, Marcel, and the Society wants it continued. You will be 
contacted soon by your new controlling partners. I suggest that you behave 
yourself. If you ever mistreat or involuntarily cook another girl, you will 
be exchanged for a more ethical individual as surely as Ushi and Sarah 
appeared on those ballots.

?Do you understand??

A few moments later, Lorna closed the office door on a gibbering Marcel, who 
appeared to be having a complete breakdown behind his desk. Served him 
right, and she meant every word. Nobody, but nobody, dragged her into a 
situation where a girl was mistreated or cooked against her will. That was 
murder in her book and Marcel was a murderer, as much as Ushi and Sarah. He 
was simply under a suspended sentence until the Society could gain full 
control of the Show. Then good-bye, Marcel.

Lorna nodded to herself as she walked towards the models? break room. Brooke 
would be excellent for the job of handling the Show. That sort of thing was 
right up her alley and, given how lucrative the Show was turning out to be, 
would do quite a bit for her bank account. Brooke was hard nosed enough to 
do anything that needed doing if Marcel got out of line, too. Fat chance of 
that happening, she thought, remembering the twitching wreck of a man she?d 
left behind her.

She giggled. Remarkable what could be done with a computer printer and three 
women willing to spend an evening putting check marks on ballots. Actually, 
Ushi and Sarah would have ?won? the election hands down, even if the other 
ballots had been left in the box. There were only a few dozen ballots inside 
when Antonio delivered the ballot box to her apartment, and that made her 
feel better about the attendees. Almost everyone seemed to know what the 
rules were here, she mused, and were willing to abide by them. Well, she 
decided as she entered the break room, those folks deserved a treat.

The treats were naked and ball gagged, strung up by their wrists from ropes 
fastened to ceiling braces, their feet barely touching the floor. Lorna gave 
both stunned and frightened women a steely glare for a moment, then settled 
down to choose which one was going to be roasted this morning. The models, 
already nude for the show finale, were gathered around the pair, chattering 
happily. All the models were told earlier what was going on and what Ushi 
and Sarah originally planned for them. That knowledge made the girls set to 
with a will, preparing both women for roasting after they were delivered, 
bound and naked, to the group an hour earlier.

Lorna chatted absently with various girls as she approached the two 
prospective meals, but her attention was on evaluating both bodies for their 
meat. Ushi was as rounded as she appeared in clothing, but had good muscle 
tone and a really flat belly. Sarah, on the other hand, was definitely on 
the very plump side, but no rolls of fat, just smooth flesh. Sarah?s big 
breasts made Ushi?s smaller ones look almost petite and her stomach was 
nicely domed, too. Both shaved pubic mounds were quite plump, with very 
pronounced clitoral splits.

With smooth professional expertise, Lorna ignored the women?s various 
muffled gasps and cries behind their ball gags as she squeezed their arms 
and ran her hands down their torsos, testing the belly and tender meaty 
sections above the hips along the way. She ran her forefinger into each 
woman, producing another squeal and pinching with finger on the inside and 
thumb on the outside the test the thickness and quality of the pubis. Great 
feeling prime filets. Odd, she thought to herself, she felt an angularity 
behind the back wall of each woman?s vagina. Something in the ass. Moving 
on, she continued her evaluation. Thighs, particularly the inside muscle, 
were excellent meat and just right for steaks, although the luncheon 
centerpiece was going to be served in thin slices on rolls.

After kneeling to check the calves, she walked around to look at the back 
and buttocks and got a surprise. Each woman had what looked like some kind 
of plastic handle projecting from between her plump mounds of bottom meat. 
Diane giggled at Lorna?s expression, holding a very long floppy soft plastic 
brush with a soft spongy head. ?After we flushed them out,? she said with a 
grin, waving the floppy brush, ?we finished cleaning them with one of these. 
We put in new ones to make sure they were clean and just sort of forgot to 
pull the brushes out afterward. Opens their butts up, anyhow.? Lorna had to 
laugh.

Handles aside, these were two great asses. Sarah?s big buttocks were each 
enough meat to feed a family, but Ushi took the prize for best ass. Her 
bottom was beautifully rounded, full and smooth and made one want to just 
butter it up and throw it on a grill. She ought to have USDA Prime stamped 
on each cheek. Those things were practically demanding a cooking fork.

After grabbing, kneading and shaking a plump buttock on each woman to watch 
the meat wobble, Lorna made her decision. ?Girls,? she announced, ?both of 
these are prime roasters, and I?m an expert judge. Nice juicy Sarah, here, 
will be on the menu for the show?s luncheon buffet. You and I won?t get much 
of her, but don?t be disappointed, because you are all invited to my 
apartment tomorrow night. Ms Gerber will provide the eats.? Ushi?s eyes got 
wider with shock and outrage, while Sarah appeared to be on the verge of 
stunned paralysis. ?Take Sarah down,? Lorna commanded. ?We?re going to get 
the show on the road in just a little bit. She?s yours to play with until 
then.' There was a general cheer. Unless Lorna missed her guess, it was 
going to be easy inserting a spit up Sarah Wylkes once the girls finished, 
no matter which hole Carol used.

When Lorna stepped out on the big stage in the center of the show hall, she 
glanced around and figured just about all the registered attendees were 
standing in the audience. There appeared to be some puzzlement among the 
crowd, judging from looks and low voiced comments, since this part was 
normally hosted by Marcel, Ushi, and Sarah. Time to tell everyone there was 
new management. 'Hi, folks,' Lorna said into the microphone in her hand, 'I 
hope you all enjoyed the Show. I'm Lorna Paten, owner of the Aldyke Agency, 
and we provided the models for the Show. I hope they met your expectations.'

There was prolonged applause at that. 'Thank you,' Lorna continued with a 
genuine smile, 'both I and the girls appreciate that. I'm going to take this 
occasion to announce there's been a big change in Show management, and in 
the show finale. You'll see as we go along, but I want to inform you the 
custom of cooking one of the models is over. We're not going to disappoint 
you for the luncheon, because we have a really nice roaster scheduled. Right 
now though, I'm going to bring out the girls, then Carol will take over and 
start lunch cooking.'

With that, she waved and the twenty three nude models came up and lined up 
on stage, to the accompaniment of cheers, clapping and the occasional camera 
flash. All smiled and waved at the crowd. 'We have group pictures, enough so 
you can each have one, at the table over there. Feel free to take one when 
you want.' Lorna breathed a mental sigh of relief. That was another project 
frantically done over night.