Part 2: Barbecue

Michael had been quite taken with Kylie and in the subsequent days to the darts match enquired as to when Kylie would be doing her barbecue turn. Getting in early Michael was able to book an excellent table, and being in the downstairs club he was able to afford it himself, even when paying the supplement to be able to eat the barbecued meat rather than just watching the spectacle.

Michael had thought about inviting Paul along, but he probably would not want to be slumming it downstairs, and anyway it would be much more intimate on his own.

Having not been to the downstairs club before Michael was a bit surprised at the degree of disfigurement of the staff. Not only were their bodies marked with some quite horendous scars there were many with missing limbs, digits and eyes. Their skimpy bright orange uniforms made no attempt to cover anything, consisting of little more than a skimpy bra just big enough to provide support for invariably scarred breasts and a tiny pleated skirt puffed out with a flouncy black petticoat that just showed below the hem.

Michael was shown to his table by a very attractive blonde waitress who was quite unmarked apart from scars on her breasts suggesting she had been working as a darts maid. It would be confirmed if there was a matching scar on her bottom.

Once he was seated the waitress took his drink order and quickly returned. In the time she was gone Michael plucked up the courage to ask her. “Would you mind bending over so I can see your bottom?”

“Not at all!” The waitress answered cheerily as she turned away from Michael, probably just pleased that someone wanted to look at her.

The waitress breifly touched her toes while keeping her legs dead straight and Michael saw the scar was there on her right buttock as her skirt lifted to expose her bare bottom.

Once upright again she turned to Michael and said.”You can touch me if you like. Don’t be shy. I’ll be back in a minute.”

The waitress was not gone long before she brought a young couple to the next table. After getting their drinks she sat herself down on the bench next to Michael.

“I am sorry that you have to be here on your own.” The waitress said to Michael. “I won’t be too busy this evening just doing these two tables so I can spend some time with you if you like.”

Michael just said. “Thank you.”

“We have quite a nice show here tonight which should be quite entertaining. First out will be Kylie. She’s a lovely dancer and she is going to be cooking her leg. I think you are signed up to eat some already. I saw her rehearsing earlier so I think it will be fun. While she is doing that we will have Tia over there spitting herself. I hope it goes well, you never can tell with a spitting - it is not like you can fully rehearse it or anything - but she has been doing as much as possible practicing live gutting and sewing so I think she knows what she is doing anyway. I will call Tia over for a minute when she finishes seating that couple. She will be quite popular soon when people start to realise that she is part of the entertainment”.

The waitress left, breifly spoke to the couple on the next table and returned with Tia. Now she was close Michael could see the front of her was covered in scars, especially the part of her breasts near her nipples.

Tia sat down between Michael and the waitress and introduced herself. “Hi Michael. I’m Tia and I will be spitting myself this evening. I hope you enjoy it. You won’t get to eat me unfortunately unless you are coming back tomorrow because I am not going in the oven today - there is not enough time to cook me properly, but Kylie will be cooking herself tonight so you can have some of her.”

Tia casually placed her hand in Michael’s lap and felt that he was slightly aroused.

“You can have a bit of me now if you like, figuratively speaking of course.” Tia said as she began to unzip Michael.

Tia quickly moved to straddle Michael and rode him, giving herself an orgasm in a matter of seconds. Michael was ready though and as her pussy pulsed with her extacy he came and shot his load into her.

Tia gave michael a quick kiss on the lips and dismounted him the other side before returning to service her table and getting the couple drinks before disappearing round the back of the stage.

“She is good is Tia. We will miss her. So efficient. We don’t get that many men in here on their own, but when we have had a few Tia has always made sure they are all satisfied. No one cums as quick as Tia. I sometimes do one, maybe two if I am feeling a bit frisky but I can never cum in 40 seconds like Tia. I’ll have to up my game now though.” Said the waitress. “Tia’s having her coagulant transfusion now so there’s no going back for her.”

Michael was curious and asked the waitress. “Why does a woman spit herself? Why do you do darts maid?”

The waitress answered. “We do it for the money. The money is quite good upstairs when you have a perfect complexion and unblemished skin. You can get away with being darts maid on quite a few long games, but sooner or later you don’t heal as well and you have to do a short game with the barbed darts. You are very lucky if you heal well enough after one of them to be allowed upstairs again - this is all from one short game, but I made a few bob so I can just do a few evenings down here waitressing as they become available to keep me going. Some girls like the high life though and take out a big loan to fund it - there is only one way you are going to fund a big loan if you are a woman round here. One session as a target upstairs might do it, you can’t do it twice! But some girls have such huge loans it takes a lot more so no quiet disfigured retirement for them - it’s in the pot, either all at once like Tia or a bit at a time like Kylie. Even a couple of fingers can be worthwile for some girls.”

The waitress, ever attentive, noticed the couple on the next table looking her way. She excused herself from michael and went to them. After a short chat she got them some drinks and returned to sit next to Michael.

“They are after some fingers. They must have overheard me. Not really offering enough so I think they will be out of luck tonight. It is not really about the food though, there is so little meat on a finger - it is the spectacle. Even if they are a bit too skinflint I am sure that someone will buy some. Do you want another drink?” asked the waitress.

Michael had seen Kylie step on to the side of the stage. He was a little distracted. It could have been any girl in the orange downstairs uniform, but the closed eye, the blonde hair and the long legs were quite distinctive amongst the waitresses.

The waitress noticed Michael’s lack of response to her question, and also noticed that his still untrousered penis was rising again. She had a few minutes to spare still so she deftly swung her leg across his lap and mounted him. While not quite as quick as Tia she had sufficient stamina to keep going for nearly ten minutes until she could feel that Michael was near and released her own orgasm stimulating Michael to fill her with his cum.

The waitress gently dismounted and got Michael the same drink again before attending to the couple at the other table - taking their food order.

The waitress returned to Michael to take his food order. Michael managed to decide what he would like to accompany Kylie’s barbecued leg meat, but his gaze remained fixed on the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kylie again.

Michael did not have to wait long. While the waitress was away at the serving counter he was a caught off guard as Kylie walked by his table leading a couple to the adjacent empty table. Michael’s head was filled with the memory of fucking Kylie and how he wished he could fuck her again. He could still see the image in his mind of the demure and unblemished Kylie standing up against the wall in the games room in the sheer target dress, just standing there waiting for them to disfigure her.

The waitress briefly spoke to Kylie at the next table as she walked by.

Back sitting with Michael she explained. “Kylie has not got time to see you now, but she will see you after if you like. The show starts in a couple of minutes.”

The band began to play and as soon as Kylie had got the drinks for the next table she pirouetted on to the central floor and the lights dimmed.

Kylie danced beautifully around the room, leaping in the air and doing the splits, holding one leg upright next to her ear as she pirouetted around in front of the tables giving everyone a lovely view of her pussy.

The waitesses brought a pot of marinade and a brush to a group of tables and Kylie began to periodically leap on to the tables and present her right leg to have marinade brushed in to it. Michael dutifly obliged when she came to his table and he liberally splashed it over her thighs.

When Kylie had visited all the tables a spotlight illuminated a workbench in the middle of the dance floor. Kylie danced around to the bench and leapt up, landing in a star pose with her feet apart and her arms outstretched to rapturous applause.

A group of waitresses ran in, and with great efficiency one held Kylie’s marinaded leg steady while the others picked up drills and began to drill a series of holes in to Kylies femur. Kylie remained dead still while the waitresses continued to work screwing a plate to the back of Kylies leg, continuing with the drill and screws to fix the lower part of her leg.