The Party_(4)

Tracey was more than a bit nervous as she knocked on the kitchen door of Emily’s house.

Emily Chambers was her neighbour but although they lived in the same road the similarities ended there. Tracey’s house was a nondescript three bedroomed house whereas Emily’s was almost a mansion! It had started out the same as Tracey’s but over the years extensions had been added until it now dwarfed Tracey’s house and every other house in the road. To be honest the house looked totally garish and out of place in the small road but that was precisely what Tracey thought of Emily Chambers and her family as well.

Emily went to the same college as Tracey but they hardly ever saw each other there, Emily mixed with the in-crowd, full of money and status whereas Tracey mixed with a more down to earth bunch, the two girls paths crossing very rarely. Tracey was quite glad of that in reality as the few times she did talk to Emily she found her to be rude and haughty, as if she was looking down her nose at the poor neighbourhood girl and although Tracey had nothing to be ashamed about she couldn’t help feeling like the poor relation whenever she came across the superior Emily.

Tracey however was willing to put all that aside this day because Emily was having a party, a party Tracey had not been invited to, but there was something about the party that Tracey desperately wanted to see and she was prepared to try and get in however much grovelling it took!

The rumour was that Emily was having a meat girl at the party.

Meat girls had always been a source of intense fascination to Tracey ever since the law had been passed five years earlier allowing the consumption of human female meat. Tracey had been thirteen at the time and to her young growing mind the fact that she could now be legally bought and sold as meat to be eaten by someone had been very sexually arousing.

The laws passed laid out various ways girls could become legal meat, all criminals were converted to meat status without appeal for example, girls could volunteer once they reached the age of eighteen by signing a simple form which were often printed in daily papers or magazines so they were easily available, or girls could be sold as meat by their legal owner. At the same time as it became law to be able to classify a girl as consumable meat it also became law that every girl under the age of twenty five had to have a legal owner. Mostly this turned out to be the girls father or other male relative or of course her husband if she had one, it was also becoming common though for a girls employer to become her legal owner. Once you became a girls owner you automatically had the right to sell her on and if you chose to sell her for meat then that was your right.

In Tracey’s case it was her dad that was her legal owner and the chances of him selling her as meat, or for any other purpose actually was zero. This was kinda comforting to Tracey but also slightly boring, several of her friends had been sold by their owners and the thought horrified but also turned her on in equal measures.

Tracey’s exposure to meat girls had been fairly limited, her mum and dad preferred to stick to more traditional meats for their meals and as far as Tracey knew they had never tasted pussy meat, let alone bought any. Tracey had however tasted it, on quite a few occasions now, at parties, the odd meal out, pussy curries were very popular now days, and she’d even bought pussy meat sandwiches from the local garage on more than one occasion. The meat did taste delicious but the very fact that she was eating another girl made it even more tasty in Tracey’s eyes.

On one occasion her granddad had sent her down to the local supermarket to buy some pussy meat and she had been fascinated as soon as she’d entered the meat section of the shop. On display in the chiller cabinets were rows and rows of pussy meat, breasts, thighs, and even pussies themselves but even more fascinating to Tracey was the whole live girls they had for sale. Near the till they had had five girls lined up for sale, all naked of course and all very pretty with large firm breasts and flat stomachs and all available to buy whole to be cooked how you wanted. Tracey had been rooted to the spot as she looked at the naked girls just imagining her self in their place, on display as nothing more than live meat, ready to be bought and eaten by anyone who wished to, nothing more than an animal.

She must have been staring at them longer than she thought because she suddenly heard the sales girl asking if she could help and when Tracey had blushed and said no she was just looking the sales girl had giggled and said they get a lot of that. As Tracey had reluctantly started to walk away the sales girl must of recognised her interest and giggling had said,

“If you fancy giving it a go yourself I can arrange that for you, why don’t you come with me.” and as she held out her hand Tracey couldn’t stop herself taking it and allowing herself to be led back behind the counter and through a plastic door into a large storage room where she could see several men in butches aprons working a little distance away.

“Okay hunny why don’t you take your clothes off for me and place them in the box there while I go and get you a conversion form to sign and I can have you on display in ten minutes.”

In a daze Tracey had started to undress not quite believing what was happening but so turned on she couldn’t seem to come to her senses and before she knew it she was naked, her clothes in a box on the table beside her.