Every Thursday was market day in town. Stall holders would open up and sell their wares to the public. It was a busy day in town, plenty of crowds looking for a deal of some sort, the air thick with the sound of stall holders shouting for attention, and the streets bustled.
In one corner of the street was a meat stall but they didn’t sell cuts of prepared meat from a local butchers, no. They were a strict processing stall. They auctioned off local meat to the highest bidder. They had no supplier, they purely slaughtered volunteers or presented meat girls on the day. They had no stock other than what was presented on the day.
You may be asking why this was even ‘a thing’. Surely meat girls were processed and slaughtered at meat plants or butchers. That is very much true. However, establishments that deal with slaughtering of meat at a permanent location had mandated records to keep, red tape to cut and overheads to meet. Pop up market stalls were slightly different.
They auctioned off the cattle on the spot, to the highest bidder, no questions asked. If the meat met the standards for human consumption, they were auctioned and slaughtered. This was a great benefit for small, local butchers, restaurants and meat enthusiasts. These businesses didn’t have the buying power many larger establishments had so the larger orders would be filled first and smaller establishments were left with orders filled last and if they were not buying in bulk, often paid higher prices.
So, in order to keep local establishments running, profitable and not shut down by larger ones, pop up markets offered a great opportunity to get quality, whole cattle for reasonable prices. The cattle provided was usually very high quality or at least priced accordingly. Bidders were only allowed to bid on one or two girls per day, to stop larger establishments snapping up all the quality cattle and thus negating the need for the market stalls in the first place.
Due to the nature of the pop up market stall, no records were ever kept. Permanent locations had to keep records, as previously explained and were often audited. Market stalls just needed a license to trade and nothing more.
The stall had been pretty busy and it was just past lunch time when Dee arrived. She sauntered towards the stall just as another auction had finished and the stall worker was hollering for volunteers or offered cattle.
Dee had set out to volunteer her self that day and as such wore nothing more than heels and a few adornments. Proudly naked and wearing a soft smile, the petite, dark skinned beauty negotiated the crowds towards the hollering stall worker. A crowd of potential bidders had already gathered around the worker, waiting for the next lot to be offered. They parted as Dee walked through the crowd, murmurs started running through the crowd already as their eyes snapped onto her as her hips swayed seductively towards the centre of the crowd. Her large, round breasts bounced perfectly as she made her way through. The stall worked turned and looked down at the naked Dee with a grin. She looked up at him and smiled coyly back.
“Hmm Dark Meat… Here to volunteer?”
“mhmm” Replied Dee and that’s all it took. The stall worked gently but firmly pulled her into the centre of the crowd and started his inspection. He ran his large hands over her rounded black rump, kneading his fingers into her firm flesh “mhmm mm very good.” he muttered to himself, running his hands down her thighs, squeezing them firmly as if testing a fruit for it’s ripeness. He parted her thighs and firmly slipped a coupled of digits into her pussy without a word of warning. She let out a soft moan as his digits entered her and curled up to rub her G-spot, his thumb rubbing her clit. This, of course, wasn’t for her pleasure, he was conducting his inspection. Yet she didn’t hide the fact she was enjoying it.
Once he was satisfied, he quickly removed his digits and walked behind her. He reached around and cupped one of her perfect brown orbs. He squeezed it like one might a cantaloupe in a super market. “All right..” He said with a nod and then looked towards his co-worker, cleaning the stall.
“Dan.. Dan.. DAN!” He shouted over. “Got some quality Dark meat ready to auction.”
“Dark meat?” came shouted reply “Nice! Alright get it up here!”
The stall worked wrapped his arm around Dee’s waist and motioned for the crowd to part…
“C’mon fellas, let me through. Circle the stage if you want some dark meat.”
The Stall worker had asked for no details from Dee, not even her name. He didn’t have to and as far as he was concerned she was nothing more than product. She’d volunteered and was now his to sell off. She was stock.
He never once directly addressed her other than to ask the question if she was volunteering and now he was ushering her up the wooden steps of the stage to auction her off. Her heels tapped beautifully against the wood and she made her way to the front of the make shift stage.
Dee stood proudly and confidently, her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out. She had a coy smirk on her face as her green eyes scanned the crowd. The stall holder swatted her chocolate rump firmly, causing a slap to ring out. Dee yelped slightly and flicked her brows.
“Alright… Next Lot.. NEXT LOT FOR AUCTION!” he shouted. Some of the crowd turned towards the stage, keen to see what was up for bidding next.
“Got ourselves some quality dark meat up here.” This caused even more people to turn towards the stage and murmurs again started to ring out through the crowd.
“That’s right guys, TWICE in one day! Feast your eyes on this piggy, look at that dark skin, colour of milk chocolate. A delicacy in it’s self.” Dee leant forward, bending over at the hips and cocking a leg off to one side, She enjoyed showing herself off and as the stall worker called her out, she displayed herself perfectly to the crowd.
“A perfect black rump roast here fellas and a fillet as tight and smooth as they come, not a hair on this piggy’s body below it’s eyebrows!” he laughed, swatting her ass again. “Large portions of breast meat, firm and tender, this piggy is perfect for your butcher’s shop, Stan..” he said winking at a guy in the crowd “Imagine seeing this meat swinging from your window display hook, gonna get those punters in. Piece it out, sure your regulars would love some exotic dark meat eh Stan.” he chuckled before turning back to eye the crowd.
Dee switched poses and continued to display herself. flashing the crowd a seductive look as she licked her plump lips and wiggled her chest, causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully.
“Or, your freezer getting low. Fill it up with exotic cuts. Those home butchers out there; imagine pulling out THESE ribs for that Sunday BBQ with the boys!” More voices started to murmur around the crowd as more people started to gather around the auction stage. Dee displayed herself perfectly, her long black curls flowing over her slender shoulders.
“Weather’s good, why not head to the beach or country park, kick a ball around and shove a spit through this delicious sow and roast it whole, great evening for it right?” Dee just loved how this stall worker was objectifying her, his ideas filling her mind and turning her on, wondering just how her bidder would process her.
“Dark meat is a rarity but this is the second sow today, even so, pricing will reflect quality and rarity so starting bid.. $200!” Hands flew up! and as Dee spun around, bending over to flash her rump and part her chocolate thighs to tease a flash at her moistening pussy folds, the stall worker started his auction.
“225..250… 275…. 300!” The price rose and continued to rise… “400.. 425… 450… do I hear 475? anyone.” As auctions do, they eventually slow as the price was soon to be decided. Then a voice from the crowd rang out
“550!”
The worker snapped to look at the bidder and grinned “550.. very nice.” He then looked at the other guys who were still bidding to see if they would up the bid any further and one by one they glumly shook their heads. Dee watched and then flashed a sultry smile at the highest bidder as the stall worker pointed a him and shouted “SOLD.. $550… Well done sir, fine.. FINE piece of dark meat you got yourself. May I ask what your intentions are? .. professional curiosity of course.”
he bidder laughed and smiled “BBQ ribs with the boys tonight, the rest.. pieced out in the freezer. Keep that BBQ sizzling all summer long!”
“Oh sounds delicious, may insist on an invite myself mhm mm ” said the stall worker as he slapped Dee’s ass hard one las time. “Alright, congratulations, lets get this piggy popped, head over to the stall and pay there my friend.”
The worker firmly grabbed Dee’s hips and guided her off the stage and towards the stall, still not addressing her. He turned her around and lifted onto the wooden bench at the front of the stall. The crowd had gathered to watch and admire the meat on display, chatting amongst themselves as the worker snapped and pointed his fingers for Dee to lay down.
He pulled the huge, razor sharp cleaver that was stuck in the wooden counter top and raised it up in one hand. The other took a fist full of Dee’s long black curls and firmly yanked her head back, exposing her slender neck. She laid on the counter top in full display of the busy market crowd, her eyes locked on the edge of that cleaver as the worker raised it into the air. He locked his eyes onto her neck, the vein in her neck lightly pulsing under her skin as she lifted her chin a little more, giving him an even better target for that heavy blade….
The worker said nothing to Dee, even as he lifted the cleaver ready to end her life. She flashed a smile and the worker, unceremoniously brought the blade down on her neck with one swift, heavy.. ‘WHAAAACK!’ The blade stuck into the wooden counter as a thick pool of crimson blood started to pool on the counter.
The worker lifted Dee’s head clean and clear from her body, a thick rope of blood hung from her severed neck to the pool forming on the counter, thick drops swinging freely from it. Dee’s pupils dilated and her jaw dropped limply open her eyes rolling up under her upper eyelids. That was that.. She was gone. Now just no more that meat on a counter top.
There wasn’t even an applause from the crowd. People just walked past, milling about. Some glanced over as the cleaver fell, the sound causing a few to turn a head but very little attention was paid to the ending of Dee’s life, such a thing was very common place at the market.
The worker, still clutching Dee’s head by the fist full of hair, wandered over to the side of the stall. There, just out outside of the stool, was a rusted barrel full of meat girl heads. All staring lifelessly in various different directions. All once volunteers for the market and now just nameless heads in a barrel.
The pop up market could not just auction off volunteers alive, to be slaughtered at the buyers discretion. Part of the allowance for market’s such as these is that all meat girls had to be sold to the buyer without their heads. Part of the agreement that those that are slaughtered at these markets are left unidentifiable or mostly so, upon sale. Tattoos and various marking could identify a meat girl’s corpse to a point but there was still some ambiguity, therefore the head had to be removed at point of sale. No records, no identification.
This also meant that the heads had to be retained by the market stall operators and disposed off that same day. They could not be sold on at the end of the day, no trace of who the volunteer was should remain. There were various reason, legally, for this to be the case with pop up markets but mostly it was to ensure full anonymity.
Therefore, these heads, would be taken away at the end of the day and the barrel emptied directly into an industrial grinder. The resulting paste often sold off at low cost to Pet food manufacturers, scarping a small profit in the process… Bet you wont look at dog food the same way again huh?
Once the stall worker had dumped Dee’s lifeless head into the barrel with the rest, he returned to the stall and settled the bill with the buyer.
“That’ll be $550, Sir and thankyou for your custom. Enjoy your summer BBQs and be sure to check back another Thursday next time you are looking to restock your freezer. Can’t guarantee and dark meat but we can guarantee quality meat, every time, at a reasonable price.”
The buyer crudely lifted Dee’s body off from the counter and dumped it into a wheelbarrow. It slumped there, legs spread and hanging over the edge, arms handing limply over as her hands swung in the breeze.
“Oh I sure will.. Now I got to get this home and butcher it before the boys arrive..” He laughed, gave the stall worker a thumbs up and wheeled his purchase to his vehicle.
As Dee’s body was roughly loaded into a dirty pick up truck and the tail gate slammed shut on her, the stall worker returned to his post just below the auction stage. As he arrived a leggy Red head, in a yellow short summer dress, was being ushered through the crowd by a clean shaven man “You volunteering this redhead Sir?”
” I am!”
“Alright, have her strip off and I’ll start my inspection……….”