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The 4% restaurant.

By dikke_kannibaal@hotmail.com (c) june 2nd 1999

"Halo Ildiko, Marc here. I don't know whether you still remember the date we made last month?"
"How could I possibly forget, Mr Rowan. I am now in the middle of a meeting, but if you could come over and pick me up at the company at 17:15, it just would be great."
"OK, see you there, then."

Already the full month Ildiko had felt herself aroused because of the date she had taken with Marc Rowan, one of the better butchers of girlcows, during the company barbecue last month. She had been hesitating already for more than a year to visit the '4%-restaurant", and had decided this would be the right occasion. With most other people the result would have been too predictable to make the visit worth the money.

She had already taken all the preparations. It was not simple for a woman to get into the restaurant. One had to be member of a fitness club, a regular medical check-up was needed, legal stuff had to be signed, and the waiting list was very long. Ildiko had done all of this already long ago, and had only been waiting for the right trigger. Luckily there had still some places been available for today, and she had inscribed herself with her partner for participation. And now was the big day.

She had had clearly difficulties concentrating herself on the job this week, and had taken off most of the time, but because Rowan only had her business phone, she had to be present at the job today. Her colleagues had clearly seen there was something in the wings for her, but hadn't asked anything, certain parts of live were private, and if Ildiko didn't want to talk about it, she perfectly had the right to do so.

At 17:15 exactly she walked out of the company building, no reason to be too early. Rowan was waiting in a nice car. He stepped out when he saw her, and gently kissed her. the way he looked at her he must have sensed a bit of her tension.

"My dear Ildiko, I am so glad to see you again. You are even more beautiful than I remembered."
Ildiko smiled. Those Americans!

"Thank you Marc. Say, I reserved a table in a restaurant, but we must go there now, because we should arrive before 18:00, and parking may be a problem."
"Before 18:00? Strange restaurant. But if you say so, lets go." He gently opened the door of his car for her.

After half an hour drive, they finally arrived before a nice looking building, with a simple white door, no neon lights, only a big sign on the door, showing '4%'.

"You know this place?" asked Ildiko.
"No, never heard of it. Is it something special?"
"You bet! But I'll explain inside."

Ildiko rang, and immediately the door was opened by a man in smoking.
"Come in, Sir, Madam. May I have your names please?"
"My name is Ildiko Markku, and this is Marc Rowan. I made a reservation last month."
"Ok, I see. Well, there are this evening 18 women inscribed for the 4% option, two for the 8% option, one for the 12%, and we have a beautiful Hispanic girl as fallback, so it will be a nice evening. May I have your coats please? In the meantime you can fill out and sign those forms. Sorry for the legalese, but you know, death and taxes..."
Ildiko superficially read the papers, and signed them at the bottom. Marc was clearly curious, but tried not to show it too much. He was anyhow too much distracted by the sexy clothes Ildico was wearing under her coat, that revealed much more of her anatomy than Marc had expected. If Ildico liked to play, well, it added some spice to the evening. 

When the butler came back, he looked at the papers, and placed them in a binder.
"If you would like to follow me to you your table?".
The butler led them in a large dining room. In the middle of the room, a kind of vertical spit was installed, with gas fires installed vertically at the three sides of it. Marc knew this kind of spit. It was used if you wanted to prepare a large piece of meat, and be able to serve the guests quickly : the meat was roasted quickly, because it was heated at all sides, and while roasting you could cut off small pieces from the outsides.  About what the large piece of meet could be was not much doubt : a naked Latino girl was standing close to the spit, her hands tied on the back. She was fastened to the spit with a small chain around her neck and ankles. If only twenty-two people were invited, as the butler has said, this was going to be an nice meal.

A few other couples were already seated in the room, and the women were all wearing rather revealing clothes, Marc thought. Maybe this was just a new fashion in town, well, as far as he was concerned, no objections!

When they were seated, Ildico looked around a bit, studying the other woman in the room and the spit on the platform, and started to explain.
"Well Marc, I think I'd better explain this 4% stuff. You know the 'bring your own girl' restaurants?"
"I think so, yes. they were rather popular in New York : you go to a restaurant with your girl, and enter her into a lottery. As soon as 25 or 50 couples are present, depending on the restaurant, one of the girls is selected by lottery to serve as a roast for all the guests. I remember that in some restaurants you could also buy a replacement for your girl, if she was selected and you didn't want to go home alone."
"Well, this is something alike. Only, here you pay anyhow your share of the girl they purchased, being 4%. The woman present are then entered in the lottery, and if your girl is selected, you have the choice : either the restaurant pays you half of the money they received, and use your girl, either you forfeit the money, and you don't have to walk home, and the restaurant uses the fallback girl. A lot of girls do this as a thrill, and it is very popular for people who just fell in love. However, sometimes a guy prefers the money, the restaurant wins and the girl looses. Anyhow, as a girl, you have much more chances to walk out of this restaurant than to walk out of such a 'bring your own girl' resto. That's why they are becoming more and more popular. It is the first time I visit it, by the way."
Marc looked surprised. She had been talking so enthusiastically, that he had thought she was a regular here.
"How come?"
"Well, I think I will only be thrilled, if there is a real chance for me to get roasted. If I come here with one of my colleagues, he almost certainly wouldn't sell me, and if he did, I would be so disappointed that the roasting would be hell. Remember you told me about that switch in your head? Well, I think that, if I get selected, you will turn that switch, and will look at me as meat. Maybe you will sell me, maybe not, I really don't know. And if you decide to roast me, I will accept it as a natural consequence."
Marc pondered this a bit. He knew indeed that what Ildiko said was basically true : if and once she was selected, he would have no difficulty looking at her as meat.
"I think you are right. I really don't know whether I would prefer you roasted in stead of that Hispanic girl or not. Anyhow, if we started with an appetiser?"
"Nice idea, thank you, my dear."

Slowly people were entering the room. Marc and Ildico chatted about the barbecue, about business, about the many things people who don't know each other chat about. However, there was always this idea on the background, that maybe Ildico would be this evenings roast, or maybe one of the other women in this room. Marc understood now why the women were wearing such revealing clothes : they undoubtedly felt very physical already.

At 19:00 exactly, a man in smoking walked up to the podium, and couched in a mike.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our restaurant, one of the best 4% restaurants in town, I may say. First of all let me introduce you to Miranda, or Hispanic fall-back girl. As you can see, she is of very nice quality, and if selected, she will surely provide you with nice quality meat."
Miranda, hearing her name mentioned, sexily turned her hips and did a few small steps, showing a nice muscular flat belly, and a pair of well-shaped legs. Marc heard Ildiko hold her breath.
"Now, as the ladies for sure know, as a roast takes some time, so we are going to proceed with the election immediately. If the ladies would please step forward."
It was unbelievingly quiet in the room. Then a moving of chairs was heard and the women, one after the other, stood up and walked slowly to the central platform.
"Come on ladies, please watch the step. Nice. Please place yourselves her side by side. I am going to explain the rules, for the new participants, but first of all an applause for our dearly beloved girls, and lets hope they'll taste as good as they look."
A thunderous applause was the result. The ceremony master let it go on for a moment, then asked silence.
"Thank you, thank you. Now the rules. Each of those lovely ladies here will receive a number, some of them will receive two numbers and one very naughty lady will even receive three numbers. Behind you there is this large box, containing tickets with corresponding numbers. From this box our beautiful Miranda here will select number after number. Each time a number of a girl is selected, this girl may return to her table, except if a girl has more than one number, then all her numbers must have been passed. This continues until only a single girl is left. To make things interesting, every two numbers the remaining girls must take off one piece of clothing, and the last five must undress completely and have their hands chained to their back, so the guests can see what meat we are talking about. The last girl remaining on the platform will be our roast for the evening, however, she has the right to try to seduce her partner, so he takes her back. The other girls in the room on the other hand have the right to try to convince her partner not to do so, in which case he will receive half of the entree fee of this evening. If her partner takes her back within exactly 10 minutes, we will roast our lovely Miranda here, if not, Miranda will be the guest of honour of the man who had his girl roasted in her place. An interesting detail however..."
Here he paused for a moment, building up some drama.
"Miranda has already won two contests : two times already a man preferred her presence at his table to the presence of his former girlfriend, and two times already we had a surprise roast. This means that this time, if a man prefers Miranda to his own girl, not only he receives half the fee, but he receives Miranda too!"
A lot of cries escaped from the line of waiting girls. Marc saw how Ildico was having her hands before her mouth, and had her eyes wide open with horror. Indeed, Miranda was a sexy, lovely girl, and while it was indeed one thing not to accept half the worth of money of a roast for your girl, it was something else not to accept this money and a sexy replacement girl too, a replacement that additionally was a roast, so that could be sold as a roast or used for any purpose without any administrative hassles.

A few of the girls, that had walked rather self-assured to the platform, seemed to be suddenly a lot less sure about themselves, and their companions.

"Now, let's first distribute the numbers. Pick carefully, ladies, one of those numbers will indicate the woman that will be roasted this evening. We do not know yet which number it will be, but one of those surely will!"
With a big smile, the ceremony master took a box and let the first girl select a number from it. Although it didn't influence her chance of winning or loosing, the girl selected the number with utmost care. The ceremony master walked along the line of frightened girls and let each girl pick a number. He then gave two woman a second number, and one woman a second and a third number. The girl with the three numbers was a woman in her early thirties, with short black hair and a lot of rings through her ears. She was rather pale, and clearly didn't like the way the evening was proceeding. The woman were then placed on a row on the platform. The ceremony master untied Miranda, and led her to the red box. As a real entertainer he opened the box, and let Miranda take a number out of it, which she unfolded, and showed to the waiting audience. The men in the room could read off the number, but the women, standing in line before the box, could not. 
"Number 17", the ceremony master said in a loud voice. The woman carrying the number 17 let escape a loud sigh and with a clear cheerio threw away her number and ran to her boyfriend. Both were laughing, the boy faking that he would clearly have preferred Miranda, she lucky that she was safe now. Behind her, the ceremony master offered the box to Miranda for the second number.

Number after number passed away. The scenes became more and more intense as one after the other of the women saw her life saved, the others condemned each time to stay in the line. The taking away of the clothing every two numbers, which started out as a game, became more and more serious, as the women realised that they were not only more and more exposing their body to the scrutinising eyes of the guests that were relaxed seated at their tables, but also that the body they were showing was more and more regarded upon as meat for the roast.
The woman with the three numbers was already returned to her seat, and as afraid as she had been in the beginning, as arduous she was now, discussing with her boyfriend the quality of the meat of the remaining women, and comparing them with the Hispanic. The girls were now more or less undressed, and Ildico was still in the row. She was clearly wet between her legs, and Marc could see she was not alone. The ceremony master didn't hurry himself : he knew that this selection was the most important part of the evening, guaranteed to make clients come back for the thrill, except of course for the girl that would be roasted, but that one wasn't a future customer anyhow.

Five woman were left, and the ceremony master paused a bit to allow them to undress completely, and have hands chained to their back. There wasn't much left for them to take off : clearly the girls knew the proceedings well, and had dressed themselves accordingly. Ildico turned out to be a natural blonde, with a very nice bush of blonde hair between her legs. Marc already started to look at her as if she was meat, and it would indeed be a close run, if he had to choose between her and Miranda : Miranda clearly would offer better meat, but getting the money and Miranda too in exchange for a girl he even didn't know? The idea was tempting. Ildico, who was very nervous now, clearly saw how he was evaluating the different possibilities, and started to glimpse at the spit as a possible near future for her. Once again Miranda took a number out of the box, and the ceremony master read it out loud. With a slightly disbelief, Ildico looked at the number attached to her leg, and when the ceremony master unchained her hands, she jumped from the platform with a cry of joy and ran towards Marc.
"It's me, oh God, it's me! I can't believe it, it's me!"
She kissed Marc passionately on his mouth and pressed her hard nipples against his breast. Only when the ceremony master announced the next number, she calmed down and started to look at the remaining girls. Only now it came to her that from the four girls on the platform, Miranda and the three remaining guests, one would be roasting on the spit this evening, whatever happened. Oh God, thanks that it was not her. She couldn't help to look at the remaining girls, wondering which one would make the best roast for this evenings dinner. Then she turned to Marc.
"Marc, tell me the truth : if you had had to choose between me and Miranda, whom would you have chosen?"
"Well, I really don't know. As you see, Miranda offers better meat, but exchanging a girl I hardly know, against a lot of money and another girl I don't know? Maybe I had selected you, maybe not."
"You know, I could feel from the platform, that you were hesitating. Really."
They both looked at the platform where Miranda was taking a new number out of the box.
"Which one do you think would make a good roast?" Ildiko asked suddenly.
"The left one, clearly. The other are either too lean, either too young. For a roast on a vertical spit like this one, you need to have meat with a certain amount of fat. If you look at Miranda for instance, you can see that she has been fattened with potatoes : if you would train her for a month, she would be much leaner."
The ceremony master read the number and another woman left the platform, weeping from joy and excitement. Only two women were left now, a black haired and a brown haired one, only two numbers remained in the box. The life of one of the two woman would within the next minutes depend on the whim of her lover. Both women were really pale now. As if nothing special was going on, the ceremony master once again offered the box to Miranda, who took a number out of it. Before unfolding it however, the ceremony master took the last number out of the box, and showed to the audience the now empty box. 

The ceremony master did not read the number Miranda selected, but showed it to the audience, and unfastened the armchains from the brown haired girl, who almost fainted and, with shaking knees slowly walked to her place, sweat covering her face, and clearly half in ecstasy from what happened. The black haired girl remaining, was pale and almost started crying. The ceremony master lifted the ticket he had taken out of the box, which matched the number of the girl, to show the lottery had not been manipulated in any way. Marc saw how Miranda was looking intensely at the remaining girl, estimating her chances, whether the boyfriend of this girl would prefer her to be roasted or not. The girl was rather beautiful, but this was of course not the only element : only a few people would look at the girl they brought to a 4% restaurant as simple meat, most of them would have an emotional binding with her, so looks were important but didn't determine everything.

The ceremony master handed a button to the companion of the selected girl, and explained the functioning of it : a large down counter on the wall would start to count down from 10 minutes to zero, and could be stopped with a push on this button. If the button was pushed before the counter reached zero, the boy would select his girlfriend as companion and forfeit the money, putting Miranda on the spit, on the other hand, if he let the counter run towards zero, his girl would be roasted, and he would receive both the money and Miranda.

"Now, let the finale begin" exclaimed the ceremony master, and with a push on a button, the large counter at the wall started to count down.

Immediately the black haired woman, her hands tied to her back, rushed towards the table of her boyfriend, and started to dance and plead before him. She let her breasts slide against his face and body, and turned her hips and moved her muscles in order to be as sexy as possible. Marc saw that Miranda wasn't losing her time neither : she slowly moved her body, and let her legs slide against the spit. She was quite a tasty morsel. In the meantime the other women in the restaurant were yelling at the boyfriend, to point out the advantages of Miranda, comparing her to his own girlfriend, and started to criticise the movements of the black haired woman, how her movements were clumsy, how Miranda would be a much better lover. Even Ildiko let her go in the discussion.

As the watch counted further and further down, the black haired girl started to look in disbelief at her boyfriend, and what in the beginning had been a played seduction dance, started to be a very sexy and anxious movement of her body. Clearly, the few inhibitions the girl had had in the beginning about dancing naked in the presence of strangers, disappeared quickly. With a few minutes left, she once again pressed her breasts against the boy, who, calmly, took one of the breasts in the cup of his hand, pinched it and smiled to the girl.
"I really think you will taste very well, Jacky. Why not go the spit immediately?"
The women in the room screamed their approval, and started yelling "At the spit! At the spit!".
With a soft dingdong the counter at the wall reached zero. The black haired woman looked at the button in the hands of her boyfriend, as if she couldn't believe what was going on, while the other woman of the restaurant sheered, and congratulated the boy with his decision. Two men, dressed as cooks, appeared suddenly behind the girl, and guided the unwilling girl to the platform, while the ceremony master unlashed Miranda from the spit and brought her, her hands still tied on her back, to the boy, who immediately started to kiss her passionately.

Miranda looked at Marc with eyes, great from excitement.
"Isn't it wonderful! I really thought he was going to push that button at the latest moment, I really thought it. And then he didn't. Good gracious, this is exciting."
Marc didn't reply, and just looked at her smilingly. She looked back, and Marc saw her think, what it should have been, if she had been the last on the platform. She shivered, not from fear, but from excitement.

The restaurant personnel started to distribute some hors-d'oevres while the two cooks started to prepare the black-haired girl. While Ildico was dressing herself again, Marc looked at the preparations with a professional eye. The cooks seemed to be good. First the girl was tied in a kind of hog-tie, laying on her belly. Then the spit was placed along her spine, and her head was tied to the metal construction in such a way that her head was almost perpendicular to the spit and her back, and looking horizontally. The cooks had orientated her in such a way she could see the tables in the restaurant, where her friend was chatting and drinking a glass of wine with the naked Miranda. The legs and arms of the roast-to-be were fastened to rings, that were fixed on the spit, and a metal pole was shoven through the spit, just fitting in the hollow of her knees. Then the spit was lifted with a gantry at the side of her knees, and in no time she was hanging from the ceiling with her head down, hands and feet tied together at her back and to the spit, her body weight suspended from the horizontal bar at her knees, her head being bent backwards so she now only could look at the ground. Then one of the cooks, with an expert hand, slid open her stretched belly en pulled out all the intestines, dropping them in an bucket, and pushed stuffing in the girl. Marc looked on approvingly. Although working fast, the guy almost didn't cause any lethal wounds, and cauterised quickly the few veins damaged with an electrically heated knife. He then quickly sewed up the belly of the hanging girl. It hadn't taken more than 15 minutes to prepare the girl.

The cooks then placed the vertically hanging spit between the three standing but not yet ignited gasburners, into a socket in the bottom. A kind of circular plate was fixed around the neck of the pour girl, shielding effectively her head from the heat of the burners. Then the burners were put into place, and with the push of a button, the girl started to rotate. All eyes in the room now were fixed on the rotating spit, and the moaning of the girl could very well be heard. the ceremony master took his mike again, and invited Miranda, to ignite the fire "for this joyous culinary evening."
The Hispanic girl slowly walked towards the platform, and let her hand slide over the buttocks of the spit-bound girl, that had saved her life. Then, without much ado, she pushed the green button at the side of the spit, and with a loud whoosh the three burners catched fire. The red light of the burning reflected in the fat sauce that had been applied to the girl. A few seconds, no change in the behaviour of the girl could be seen, then the heat clearly came through and she started to twist around the pole.

"Ain't she lovely" Ildiko murmured, looking at the squirming body.
"A roasting woman is one of the sexiest things to look at." assented Marc.
"And to be" added Ildiko, in a soft voice.
They both looked at each other, and then suddenly started laughing.

The evening was sweet and tender. Soon the smell of roasting meat filled the restaurant. The music was soft and the lights dim. With the sissing sound of burning fat, and the diminishing moanings of the girl on the background, Ildiko and Marc chatted about the many things people who don't know each other chat about. Soon the first pieces of meat could be carved from the roast, and were distributed to the guests, the former boyfriend of the roast and Miranda having the first choice. Not surprisingly the boy took a well cooked breast, while Miranda went for some cunt-meat. The meat of the girl was sweat and well marbled, the wine was good, and Marc turned out to be a great lover.

"What else could a romantic evening ask for?" dreamed a fulfilled Ildiko later in her bed, her hand on the strong shoulder of an already dozing Marc.