Posted by DolcettChef on June 29, 2002 at 17:08:39:
The inside of the restaurant was much more common than he would have expected. As it was an excuse to eat the most forbidden of meats - females of child-bearing age - its utilitarian appearance was a slight shock. And yet, he realized, would velvet curtains or a fireplace really add to the sensation of a woman’s meat shredding in his mouth, her once living juices washing over his tongue?
The waitress was an example of just such delicious flesh. Curvy yet firm, deliciously petite, and looking a half dozen years younger than the 21st birthday she had celebrated just weeks earlier. He looked her over from head to toe, his gaze decidedly lingering on the latter.
She smiled under his gaze, understanding. Well, not understanding but comprehending.
"A foot man, huh?"
"Was I that obvious?"
"Come with me" she winked.
she led him to one of the display rooms at the back. He passed through the curtain hanging in the doorway- and witnessed one of his deepest fantasies made flesh.
The room was lined with shelf after shelf of fresh, edible women’s feet. Tiny, cute feet. Large yet elegant feet. Teen feet. Thirtysomething feet. White feet. Black feet. All carefully pedicured and severed from their previous owners just hours earlier.
He wanted them all.
He wanted to pile them together and masturbate over the mound of feminine feet meat. He wanted to turn back time to that morning and watch the five dozen women being butchered, their feet taken and placed in this room.
Were there tit rooms? Ass rooms? He wondered intellectually without really caring. He picked up the soft feet of one of the younger meat girls and sucked the plump toes.
The waitress cleared her throat.
He sheepishly replaced the feet. "How much?" he asked, as much to change topics as to find out what a feast of feet would cost him.
"Oh, feet are cheap. Some love them, like you, but many think they’re ugly or unclean. Tonight you can dine on women’s feet for only $5 each."
He imagined the feet being cut from still-living, screaming women. Surely at $10 per harvest they couldn’t afford the cost of shooting them first...
"Well?" The waitress was looking at him expectantly. "See anything you like?"
A wicked smile spread across his face.
"Yours."
"Hmmm?"
"Your feet. I want you killed so I can eat those pretty little size five meats of yours."
Her eyes widened and misted over all at once.
"...please..."
"hmmm?"
"Please don’t have me killed... there are all these other feet to choose from. Here, look. These ones are size five too"
She hopefully held up a pair of irresistably delicious feet. The owner must have been about 5’2", barely 18.
"But I want yours." he said, not knowing if he was teasing or serious.
"I’ll buy this bitch’s feet for you. A free meal. Would you like that?"
"A dozen."
"hmmm?"
"Buy me a dozen pairs of feet. I‘ll eat one here and take the rest home."
"That’s $120 dollars!"
"Cheap for your life."
She nodded, still sniffling, and gestured for him to pick out a dozen feet. Some were still warm and twitching, having been harvested just minutes earlier. He began pointing.
"Those ones. And those... and those soft young ones there..."
***
He sat at the table waiting for the waitress to bring him the pair of feet he’d asked to have cooked. On the chair beside him sat a large box of eleven pairs of fresh feet, marked ‘Paid’. His waitress was at the bar getting him a refill of Diet Coke when another waitress passed his table. Now was the time to cash in on his plan.
"Excuse me..."
"Yes sir?"
"I didn’t have the heart to order this from my waitress-"
"Genevieve?" she pointed to the girl getting the diet coke. Genevieve saw them looking in her direction and smiled.
"Yes, that’s her. Please have her taken in back and killed. I’m hungrier than I thought and I’d love to eat her cunt."
"At once, sir. Anything else?"
"I have an order of feet already coming. Put them in a doggie bag for me and bring me hers instead."