Two - Delivering an Order

Got off the phone with the Japanese. They are a troubled people, but then again, we’re all troubled people. They had this cannibal over there; they called him King of the Monsters, or something, well that opened the floodgates. Now that they know their government doesn’t care, the market for soft American meat has exploded. I get a call once a week, sometimes twice. Starting to get more calls from Arabs too, they love the blondes best would probably pay a pretty penny for this one, but I promised Chen (if that’s his real name), and all you have in this business is your rep.

I found this blonde beauty basking in the sun; she was the lifeguard at a community pool and was waiting for it to open, so she thought she’d catch a few rays. What a body, firm, muscular, put it this way; there is a lot of meat on them bones. She squinted at me, trying to focus in on my face, but the sun behind me was blinding her. She seemed annoyed that I was asking if they open soon. She told me they didn’t for an hour, I asked if anyone was about and she said she was it. That was her mistake. I dropped my knee on her, knocking the wind out of her. She tried to call out but no air, no noise. I turned her over quickly and tied her arms and legs together, stuck a ball gag in her mouth and plopped her into my canvas bag. My van was close by; I dropped her in the back and took off. As I drove I watched her move about, wiggling here and there, trying to call out, but it was all muffled.

She’s lying on the ground shivering now, not from the cold, although the linoleum can get quite cool. But I did shave her, not the head, and clean her a bit. Tears streaming from those pretty green eyes. I walk over to her and take hold of her cheeks looking her right in the eyes, “I’m gonna take this out of your mouth, if you scream too much it goes back in got it?”. She nods, I take it out. “What do you want?” she pleads to me. “Nothing personal,” I tell her, “But I have to make a living.” She’s confused, “Listen, you’re a hearty white American girl, have you ever taken a good look at yourself, I mean examine what you are? Look…” I grab her thigh, you’re tender, meaty, there are people who pay top dollar for that.” Her voice cracks and she starts to shriek a bit, face contorts, “What are you talking about.” I don’t like to play with them too much, I wipe her tears. “Nothing personal dear, but there are some Japanese guys who pay top dollar for quality meat like you, and tonight they’re gonna eat you.” She tries to hold back a mother of a wail, but only slightly succeeds, the tears are pouring out full force now. “Time to get in the cage” She’s rocking her head and muttering “please” in the kind of girl cry that gets me hard, you know deep and guttural. I show her the cage; she will just fit in, “Don’t make this tougher than it has to be sweetie.” She takes one last pleading look at me and slowly crawls in, I lock it behind her, it’s a tight fit, the bars are right between her ass cheeks. I lift it up, gotta remember to lift with my legs.

We’re driving, she’s in the back negotiating, “Please mister, I’ll do anything! Don’t do this!! I didn’t do anything to deserve this!! Pleeeaaasse!!!” They promise the world, this one wants to be my sex slave, believe me I wish there was time to enjoy her, but I waited too long, and you never keep a customer waiting.

We get there, I wheel her in, thank god they had the cart. Right into the kitchen we go, the chef looks her over, Chen silently applauds me and marvels as they pull her out and put her on the prep table. They hook her neck up to a cord, she is wicked spooked now and her eyes dart this way and that. Some guy runs in with a camera and starts snapping pictures, freaking Japanese love pictures. She starts to cry out, “He’s licking me!!!” The crazy camera guy is licking her all over and making the stupid “yummy” sound she’s wailing, the staff is laughing. Camera-boy grabs her left buttock and rubs his tummy, in the background I see them wheel out the machine, poor pig they’re gonna steam her. I look back she’s moaning and crying as they hook up the hoses and clean her out, as that happens out come the brushes and they’re scrubbing her good. Then the prep guys coat her in oil and before you know it she’s in the steamer. Her heads sticking out and she’s looking at me, Mr. Chen brings me my money, the machine kicks in. They don’t even invite me to stay, not that I could, but damn she is going to be scrumptious, my mouth is actually watering. I can see she’s cooking, smells so good, so I walk over and grab her face; she’s already starting to slip away, Japanese are incredibly efficient, so I kiss her goodbye.

I’m driving, phone rings, Arab guy; they want a redhead for tomorrow. Business is good.