Salesgirl _ A Cooking Story - Chez Mac Series by IreneDelacorte

[center][size=18pt]Salesgirl[/size] By Irene Delacorte Edited by Susan Chantell DEDICATED TO SUMO_MAC, THE “GENTLE CHEF”[/center]

Susan checked the thermostat again, she could feel the chill seeping into her bones. Worry furrowed her brow, she needed a new salesgirl badly and she wondered if the trainee would show up.

Jesse checked her appearance in the store window. She’d used the last of her money to buy the pleated skirt, but her blouse, covered by her thin wool jacket, was not new. The breeze whipped the skirt around her legs, the knee high wool socks protecting her legs. Adjusting her tam she knocked on the door.

As she knocked the lock clicked and the door opened. “Well hi. You must be Jesse, I am so glad you could make it, come on in out of the wind” the statuesque blonde said. Jesse quickly stepped through the doorway and watched as the blonde closed and locked the door behind her.

“Yes Ma’m I’m Jesse Darling, I called you about the job.” Jesse looked about her seeing cases on the floor and instruction posters on the wall. At the back of the storefront a large sign proclaimed. 

[center]Chantell, Limited Girl Preparation Equipment For the Discerning Chef[/center]

Susan looked the young girl over, taking in the clothes and her obvious assets. She thought she was just perfect! “My name is Susan Chantell, and I think you will do just fine, would you like the job? I have an immediate opening. But, please how rude of me, please have some tea and biscuits, sit down and I can tell you all about it.”

Jesse sat at the table and watched as Ms. Chantell poured the tea and placed the warm biscuits before her with butter and marmalade. Jesse had been looking for work for over three months, since the school closed and her teaching job was ended. Her funds exhausted she stared hungrily at the food, but wanting to appear polite she hesitated.

“Oh please, Jesse, have some of the biscuits before they get cold.” Susan said as she took one herself. “Tell me about yourself?”

Taking a biscuit, Jesse buttered it and added some of the orange marmalade. “I was a school teacher but the convent school closed and I lost my job. I’m a hard worker and would do an excellent job for you. I would really like the job, I’m a little desperate, my rent is due and I just don’t know what will happen to me if I lose my flat.” Jesse said in a rush of words and emotions, her lips quivering.

Susan watched her, “Excellent, a teacher! The job will be fun then, you will be selling girl preparation equipment to the local chefs. The equipment almost sells itself, all you have to do is demonstrate it to them. You get a thirty percent commission on the sales. I like to start new girls with an advance on the commissions.” As she said this she placed an envelope in front of Jesse. “This is your contract and a $400 advance on your commissions, that should get you started. All you need to do is to sign the contract and I‘ll train you and we‘ll get you out on the job, in fact I have a request for a demonstration scheduled in two hours! Your first sale.”

Jesse opened the envelope and took out the contract and the money, overjoyed at her luck, she could pay her rent with some to spare. She quickly signed the contract and looked at Ms. Chantell, her face beaming. “Ms. Chantell you won’t be sorry, I’ll be your best Salesgirl.”

For the next hour Susan showed the equipment to Jesse, the automated girl stuffer, breast plumper, glaze dispenser and the line of support equipment. Jesse was amazed at the quality of the equipment and Susan helped her try each piece out so she could perform the demonstrations. Jesse was a little embarrassed as Susan used the stuffing equipment on her but never protested, fearful of losing this chance to have a job.

When Susan was finished she put away her demonstration set and gave Jesse a new case and a card. The card had a business name and an address.

[center]Chez Mac Fine Dining and Private Banquets 27 Rue Morgue By Invitation Only[/center]

Jesse looked at the card and the clock on the wall, it read 10:15. “Ms. Chantell, when do I have to be there?”

Susan looked at Jesse, “You are scheduled for the demonstration at 11:00, better take off now, I am so pleased to have met you, and I know you’ll do a good job!”

Jesse picked up her case and went to the door leading out to the street, she turned back, her happiness evidenced by the smile on her face, “I’ll do a good job, you’ll be proud of me!” She then opened the door and stepped into the chill air heading up the cobblestone street of old Montreal.

Susan watched the girl leave thinking the cute redhead will be just perfect. Her phone rang and she lifted the receiver. “Yes, I am looking for salesgirls, could you come by at 9am tomorrow? Good, I’ll see you then.”

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10:15 at Chez Mac

“Good Morning, its Irene isn’t it?” Mac said to the girl who had just entered his kitchen. He smiled and motioned her closer. He watched her move, good legs, carries herself well, not an ounce of fat. Being a polite person he did not treat meat in a de-humanizing manner like some chefs. “You can take your clothes off and place them in the hamper.”

Irene had been selected and notified by mail last month and knew what to expect. The woman selection committee was apologetic, she had a deferment, but the recent shortage of women had required a lottery of all women. She had been told to report to Chez Mac and was resolved to do here best to please the Chef and her consumers.

Irene took her clothes off and placed them in the hamper. Mac came over and checked her tag and wrote her number on a form which she signed. 

Mac looked the girl over, deciding on the best method to process her for the large gathering tonight. She was thin, weighing her, he found she was only 105 lbs. She was also small breasted and he considered sending her back for general processing. But looking at the clock he decided he didn’t have a choice. He needed a roaster ready at seven.

He then squeezed and checked out her body, deciding how best to cook and present the roaster. Finally taking the girl’s chin is his hand he said, “Looks like I have no choice here, you’re thin, cook in about five hours, probably best to do you as an oven piggy with that nice butt and pretty face you should present well. Afraid I’ll have to pump up those breasts.”

Irene looked down at her 34 A’s ashamed at the extra work she was causing the Chef. “Yes, my Chef, you know best.”

Mac looked at his schedule again, he said to the girl, “Well, it’s only 10:30, I’ll start preparing you at noon, and meanwhile you can help me with the stuffing mix.”

Irene smiled, glad to be able to help and at Mac’s direction started to prepare the breaded stuffing mix thinking as she did how tasty it will be when prepared.

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11:00 Chez Mac

Jesse smoothed down her skirt, nervous at her first sale. She opened the entrance to Chez Mac, observing the decor, the warm woods covering the walls and small tables in the front room, each different but combining to make a welcoming image. 

“Hello!” she called out, receiving no reply she walked through the swinging doors into the rear room. She stopped as she saw the nude willowy blonde making stuffing and a very large man in a white chef’s uniform looking at her.

Mac looked the girl over quickly then saw the case in her hands, and the logo, <span class="caps">CHANTELL</span> <span class="caps">LTD</span>., on its side. Moving past Irene, who glanced up at the girl, Mac said, “You must be the salesgirl Ms. Chantell told me about. Her description fits you perfectly. I‘m Mac, Chef and owner of Chez Mac.”

“I’m Jesse Darling, Ms. Chantell wanted me to demonstrate our latest line of Girl Preparation Equipment.” As she said this, Jesse couldn’t keep her eyes off of the nude woman preparing the stuffing. ‘Is she a sow? Is she going to be cooked?’ she thought feeling her cheeks flush. Though she had known it was legal, she had never really been exposed to it in so dramatic a fashion.

Mac watched her eyes, “Oh please, this is Irene, and she will be on the menu today. Irene come over and say hello.”

Irene wiped her hands on a cloth and walked over to Jesse, extending her hand. “Hello, I’m Irene, pleased to meet you. I just love your red hair. Sorry, I have to finish preparing the stuffing mix or it won’t be ready for me at noon.” 

Jesse let go of her hand as she turned and returned to the large mixing machine. She was amazed at how calm she was. Turning to Mac, “Where would you like me to demonstrate the equipment? I’ve been trained to conduct the demonstration, and we could use Irene if you like.”

“No, she is busy getting the mix ready, why don’t you setup right here.” Mac pointed to a large platter on one of the stainless steel tables. 

Jesse carried her case over to the table. And opened it, the equipment; the automated girl stuffer, breast plumper, glaze dispenser and the various assist tools were all displayed inside the case, along with written instructions. “Chef Mac what would you like me to demonstrate first? I will also need a sow for the demonstration.” Her eyes again drifting to Irene.

“You can’t run the demonstration on yourself? That is what I expected. Irene is busy, come on, you do the demonstration and read the instructions to me.”

Jesse wanted to make this, her first sale, so badly. But she hesitated, she never expected to have the demonstration performed on her by a man. Resigned to make the sale she took the instruction card for the automatic stuffer and climbed on the table.

Mac looked at her, shaking his head, &#8220;Come on girl, you&#039;re going to have to undress first&#8221;

&#8220;But, I&#039;ve never undressed with the lights on.&#8221; she blurted out her cheeks blushing.” 

Sliding off, Jesse slowly started to undress, taking off her jacket and tam she placed them over a chair with her cloth bag. She quickly removed her blouse, not wanting him to see the frayed cuffs. Then sat and removed her mary janes and the heavy wool socks. Standing again she unhooked her new pleated skirt and pulled the zipper down. Holding it, she stepped out of it and carefully folded it and placed it on the chair. Now in just Bra and cotton panties she looked up at Mac. He made a motion and she reluctantly removed her bra and slid down her panties.

Mac looked at the clock, 11:15, and studied Jesse’s body with a trained eye. “Ok girl on the table, don’t have much time left. Let’s try the automated stuffer first.” Reaching down he took the stuffer from the case and spread out the hoses and the hopper. “Irene could you please bring over a batch of stuffing, and you had better make up some more.”

Irene took the prepared stuffing and walking over, loaded the hopper of the automated stuffer, noticing the girl now kneeling on the steel table. She held the instruction card, but Irene’s eyes were on her luscious body. She returned to the stuffing table and started making another batch, realizing this was for herself.

Jesse, now nude kneeling on a large platter on the table, held the instruction card and read the first instruction, “Locate tube A and attach to the Hopper.” 

Mac located the proper tube and attached it to the hopper containing the stuffing prepared by Irene. “Yes, next?”

“Locate tube B and attach to the Hopper” Jesse read, feeling embarrassed by her nudity.

Locating the smaller diameter tube Mac attached it to the Hopper. “Done, what’s next?”

“Plug in the electric cord and set the stuffing setting to low.”

Mac plugged in the electric cord, and set the dial to low.

“Push and hold the Blue button till stuffing exit’s the tubes then release the button, making sure the tubes are full before inserting.” Jesse remembered her instructions from Susan, and her demonstration of its use. As she said, ‘inserting‘, she felt a shiver run through her body.

Pushing the Blue button Mac saw the stuffing fill the transparent tubes and fill them, as a small amount squeezed out he released the button. He placed the filled tubes on the table and looked at the girl sitting up on the table before him.

“Jesse to make sure this equipment works right you need to be in the proper position for stuffing. In fact, if this is going to be a good demonstration I should restrain you like you would be if I was really stuffing you. Irene how are you doing with the next batch of stuffing?”

Irene looked up as her name was mentioned, “All Done.” she said proudly as she walked over to Mac, wiping her hands on a towel. “Need some help?”

“Excellent Irene, if you would hold that instruction card for Jesse after I put the restraints on.” Mac quickly bound Jesse’s calves to her thighs and gently pressed her forward till her chin touched the platter. He then took her arms and bound them behind her back. Then tied her upper arms to her legs. “There we are, now we can continue the demonstration. You comfortable Jesse?”

Jesse felt her legs and arms bound and her body pulled tightly to her legs. Her chin rested on the platter and as she looked forward she could see the instruction card held in front of her face by Irene. “Do we really need to go so far? I’m not really very comfortable, but if this is what you need to prove the equipment then I’m alright.”

“Fine, now Irene make sure she can see the card. What is the next instruction?”

Jesse looked at the card, “It says insert Tube A into.. the vagina then tube B into.. Oh, I’m not sure about this.”

“Girl I need to see how this equipment works before I buy it, now let’s continues please my time is running short. Would you like Irene to read the instructions?”

Looking up and seeing Irene watching her, Jesse responded, “No, it’s Ok, I’ll read the card. Ah.. tube B into the rectum, making sure they are properly greased with a suitable substance. Then ..push and turn the Blue button.” 

Mac set the tubes down and getting a can of lard liberally greased the tubes. He inserted the vaginal tube first, feeling Jesse shiver as he slowly pressed it into her. Next was the smaller anal tube, that was more difficult and required a significant amount of pressure, but finally entered her and was held in place by the collar surrounding the base of the probe head. He could hear Jesse moaning softly as he completed the insertions. Turning he pushed then turned the Blue button. Watching as stuffing was slowly pumped through the tubes and admiring Jesse’s now quivering rump. He looked up at Irene and smiled at her, noting the wide grin on her face. “What next Jesse?”

 Jesse was gasping from the effect of the warm stuffing being forced into her body, the sensation was overwhelming. As an orgasm rocked her she spoke, “Oh.. turn the Blue button .. And it will return to the off position. That will conclude the demonstration. Please, oh I’m being stuffed… please stop the stuffing… “Jesse’s eyes rolled back and she started to shake uncontrollably.

Mac turned the Blue button to the right but nothing stopped, the motor continued to chug along forcing stuffing into the girl. “Jesse, you sure about these instructions? The motor is still running.”

As she felt her belly swell she looked at the card, “My god, oh make it stop please, just turn the button to the left and it has to stop.. Please I’m going to burst!”

Mac reached over and quickly turned the button to the left but nothing happened. He looked up at Irene again, she was giggling. “Um Jesse I think it’s broken, I can’t stop it, any ideas?”

Jesse feeling her vagina and uterus swelling from the pressure of the stuffing, feeling her abdomen stretch and feeling another even stronger orgasm. “You must.. Not again… oh please.. Pull the plug, yes pull the…ah my god…oh ah oh.” 

Mac watched her for a moment, and as stuffing started to emerge around both tubes he turned the switch further to the left and heard the pump stop. “Irene get me two of those large potatoes you peeled.” Mac pulled out the stuffing tubes and quickly inserted the potatoes so that the stuffing stayed inside Jesse. “Well that worked superbly, just have to remember to turn the switch further to the left next time.” He winked at Irene who was still giggling. “What shall we try next Jesse? The breast plumper?”

They tried out every thing, Jesse reading the cards that Irene held for her and Mac following the instructions. As the auto glazer completed spreading a nice glaze over Jesse’s now prepared body Mac stood back and observed the results. “Girl, the equipment is excellent, I’ll buy the whole set, you did a fabulous job of demonstrating the equipment! You’ve made your sale! Of course we now need to make sure that there are no problems during cooking.”

Jesse relieved that the demonstration was over, her breasts sore from the plumper and her body filled with stuffing, suddenly realized what he was saying. “Cooked? No, oh please that is not part of the demonstration. You can’t cook me!”

Moving in front of Jesse, Mac opened her mouth, as her eyes went wide, and stuffed a bright red apple between her lips. Listening to her moans he said, “You’re just a bit bigger than Irene, but if I put you in together you’ll be medium rare while she will be well done. That will provide a nice variety.” 

Looking at the clock, now noon, he added, “The equipment did cut the preparation time in half, excellent! I’ll use it on Irene also. Now what to do with you for two hours.” He rolled the table over to one of the warming ovens, set the temperature for 120 degrees and slid the platter with Jesse on it into the oven. “I’ll just leave you in the warmer till it’s time to cook you both in the main oven.” He smiled, patted her rump and closed the door.

Jesse could see out the glass front of the warming oven and realized she was going to be really cooked, the idea, knowing she had no choice, caused her juices to flow. Shocked she realized she was getting excited. She moaned as another wave peaked.

“Irene, all done with the second batch of stuffing?” Seeing her nod he placed another platter on the table and patted it while watching her. Helping her up he had her lay on her back in a turkey position. Noting her surprise he said, “I had a another idea about cooking you two together, just settle back and we’ll get you ready, we have plenty of time, think I’ll use the old hand method!”

Irene smiled at his words, preferring his personal touch to the cold efficiency of the Girl Stuffing Equipment. Mac bound her forearms to her upper arms, and her calves to her thighs. Then looping cords from her ankles to her wrists he pulled her legs up and secured them in place. Two more lengths of cord spread her hips and left her exposed for his preparation. 

Using his wooden spoons and plunger he first filed her vagina with stuffing, pressing it deep within her and using the plunger to compact the stuffing. He finished with a nice red pepper fill with rice to hold the stuffing inside. Next he stuffed the peeled and chunked vegetables Irene had prepared into her anal orifice using the plunger to push them deep within her body.

Irene moaned at his touch, feeling the excitement build as his preparations continued. She looked up as the buttery solution plumped her breasts, her 34A’s growing to “C’s”. As Mac spread the thick Orange glaze over her body she erupted in gasps as she rocked back and forth. The orgasm taking her by surprise. 

Mac then moved to her head and showed Irene the nice small green apple she had requested and as she opened her mouth he placed it inside. Her lips covered most of the apple, but the green between her stretched lips did bring out the green in her eyes as she had requested.

Mac checked his clock, 2pm, right on time. He pushed the cart to the main oven and moved the platter to the platform in front of it. Returning to the warming over he removed Jesse and brought her, on her platter to the main oven and placed her next to Irene. Both girls turned their heads and looked at each other, Jesse with tears in her eyes and Irene with bright eyes. Mac oiled the girl’s hair and covered their hair with foil. Then spread the remaining vegetables that Irene prepared on the platters. 

As Mac opened the oven doors a blast of heat flowed over the girls. He saw that they both were ready, Jesse resigned and Irene almost eager. The oven was huge and as he slid the platters in together he thought how perfect they would be for the Dinner planned for that evening.

The intense heat of the wood burning oven flushed the skin of the girls, they twisted in a brief agony then adjusted to the temperature as their bodies adjusted to the heat and their slow cooking. Mac would periodically baste them, noting that after two hours the girls were gone. He noticed the expressions on their faces, Irene having died with a look of serenity while Jesse passed with a look of total disbelief


He had watched as they had shaken from spasms, hoping that the orgasms were good.

Susan stopped by at 6pm and Mac gave her a massive hug. “Susan she was the best Salesgirl you have sent over, want a look?”

 Susan smelled the exquisite aroma of the girl’s bodies, now both a golden brown, showing through the delicate orange glaze. “Mac you are a culinary genius!” Susan said as she admired the artistry of his work. “I will have another salesgirl for you tomorrow. I have three lined up for training in the morning.”

Mac smiled as he watched Susan gather up the equipment and put it all back in the case. “Someday Susan, someday I’m going to cook you up as a special supper. Yes you would be just perfect.”

Susan smiled at the compliment, “Yes, someday Mac.”

The church social was a huge success, and the Girls presentation was more then they had hoped for. Mac beamed at the complements, looking down at the red-headed salesgirl and the willowy blond he realized they had been a perfect match. 

After the Dinner their beautiful heads, now properly mounted on teak plaques, were raffled off and the proceeds used for the church building fund. 

Susan heard the tentative knock on the door the following morning.<span class="widont">&nbsp;</span>Finis.