As soon as Francine stepped off the plane with her friends and coworkers, Sigrun and Dani, she knew exactly where they were going to spend the night. Dolcett County wasn’t a place that most girls would think of visiting of their own accord. The rules and customs of the area allowed for gynophagia, and that made most overseas women think twice about visiting.

As foreign Air Hostesses, however, they had Class C Meatgirl exemptions. They were classed as essential workers and wouldn’t have the risk of being called up by the meat lottery, or being rounded up in one of the occasional cattle culls. So they were free to experience the decadent delights of the city, without risking their lives like the locals had to.

A night on the town in Dolcett was an experience not to be forgotten. The norms and taboos of the outside world were rarely observed in Dolcett County, and so the bars and nightclubs tended towards the hedonistic. Public Sex and nudity weren’t outlawed here, so outrageous displays of public fornication were normal to witness on a night out.

It was Sigrun and Dani’s first time here, so Francine wanted to take it slowly for them. First stop was ‘The Slutty Margarita’, a more traditional wine bar that the girls might be more comfortable with. When they were significantly drunk they might move on to ‘Virginia’s’ an upscale sex nightclub that the bankers of Dolcett liked to frequent, and had private sex dungeons underneath.

Then if they hadn’t been picked up by some swanky guy by that point in the night, they’d swing on by the upper floors of Club X for some sexy punishment. She’d had to warn Sigrun and Dani not to let a hunky guy convince them to let him take them to the lower floors of Club X, as that was where the private snuff club part was. Francine really didn’t want to have to pick up their slack on the flight back to Europe if they managed to get themselves snuffed in Dolcett.

The trio of MILF air hostesses stepped into ‘The slutty Margarita’ and ordered wine and beers to start with. They put all thoughts of their husbands and children back at home, out of their minds. What goes on in Dolcett stays in Dolcett, Francine reminded herself. She’d taken her birth control pills already. Tonight was gonna be a fun night where she could cut loose, and indulge her desires, whatever they might be. That was the magic of a drinking night in Dolcett.

Sigrun downed her third class of cabernet sauvignon,
“Do you really think we’re gonna get fucked tonight?” She asked absentmindedly.
Francine had a wicked smile on her face as she answered.”
“Sigrun.. it’s the law here… if a guy wants to take you home with him, you gotta put out… if you don’t, that Meatgirl exemption card isn’t going to cover your ass.”

“That’s why Bard didn’t want me coming here, he gets very jealous. I haven’t had any other man’s cock in me for the last 15 years. I’m kind of excited about it though… Bard’s been stale in bed recently” Sigrun grinned.

“I’m good, my hubby’s given me the OK to get fucked silly when I’m in Dolcett, he gets that I don’t pick the air routes i get assigned to. I don’t really want to cheat on him… but it’s not really considered cheating here, is it? I'm kind of nervous though… I'm not on birth control at the moment, because Karl and I are looking to get pregnant again.” Dani said nervously.

Francine almost choked on her wine. “Shit girl, you are getting knocked up tonight. The men here never do withdrawal, they always finish inside your pussy lips.”

Dani looked over to the round pregnant belly of the nearby bartender, and uttered a weak.. “oh”

Sigrun giggled at francine’s reaction. “She’s right, you know, Dani.. they barely treat women as human beings here. They even eat girls here, you know.”

Dani rolled her eyes.. “Yeah, of course I know, that’s why the airline told us to always carry our meatgirl exemption cards with us when we’re assigned to the Dolcett routes.” She paused thoughtfully for a moment… “What do you think girlmeat tastes like?” She asked quizzically.

“Like rich pork” Francine replied without missing a beat.

Dani almost snorted her wine. “You’re a cannibal?” She asked, unbelieving.

“It’s Not my first time in Dolcett you know. I had the pleasure of dining on the oven roasted thigh of a young cheerleader at Riraito’s meat processing facility, the last time I was here. I booked a tour because I was curious. I got to watch the entire process as she was snuffed, cooked and served on my plate with a red wine jus. She was delicious.’ Francine teased the younger Milf.

“Oh my god Francine” Sigrun said, astonished. “I can’t believe you’d do that. That’s so crazy. You’re a bad girl aren’t you?”

“Well, I’ve got us all booked in for a tour of Riraito’s meatpacking plant tomorrow before our flight out. I hope you won’t be chickening out Sigrun.” Francine laughed, enjoying her awkward friend's flustered reaction.

Dani had drifted away from the conversation, instead staring over at the other patrons of the bar, as they began to indulge in intercourse at the bar. The girl who was dressed in nothing but fishnet stockings was sucking off a man who was leaning against the bar table.

“Jeez, this place is crazy.. she’s just giving a blowjob in public like it isn’t a big deal or nothing.” Dani mused, unable to tear her eyes away.

“This is nothing, wait till I take you to “Virginia’s” later.. if all goes according to plan, you’ll be dripping cum out of every orifice by the time you leave. Then, If it's not daylight already, we’ll go to the top floor of Club X so you can see what kinky really means. It’s a BDSM club on steroids… just don’t accept an invite to the bottom floor unless you never want to leave, if you know what I mean…” Francine ribbed Dani.

Dani took another swig of wine… she felt she was going to need it for the night ahead.

The three of them laughed raucously at the implications. They were still laughing when the Dolcett City Police Department kicked down the front doors and yelled loudly.
“Everybody freeze… this is a Dolcett Police Department Meatgirl raid. We’re rounding up all meatgirls present to cover a nearby shortfall at Riraito’s fine meats. All women are to provide Identity and exemption documents immediately.”

Their red wines spilled as the shock of the police action overwhelmed their senses. Of course they were safe from the roundup.. they had their exemption cards… Only for a second or two, the panic overwhelmed them anyway, and they spilled their drinks.

Francine froze.. “girls, quickly, your ID cards.” She urged.
Sigrun and Dani handed them over and Francine presented them to the chief officer in charge of the raid, who was checking ID’s.

He examined them closely and then apologetically rejected them.
“I’m sorry ladies, but these are class C exemption passes.. the current roundup is only accepting class B waivers or higher. The shortfall is quite high this week, and you’ll need to be processed to make up for it. Please line up at the waiting meat truck and strip all your clothing and jewelry into the provided receptacle.

It was a brutal shock, none of them had been expecting that.

Francine stuttered.. “B-but.. wwe’ve got the cards. We’re n-not from h..here. We’re not M-meatgirls.”

“I’m afraid that there’s been no mistake. You’ll all be processed tonight. Your cards simply don’t protect you from this level of emergency food requisition. Please queue out the door, pigs, and obey all instructions given to you.

Francine meekly lowered her head and obeyed the officer of the law. She felt betrayed, somehow, by the experience, even though she knew this had always been an outside chance of partying in Dolcett… she had just never thought it would happen to her.

Dani squirmed in her attendant’s uniform…” Meat? I’m gonna be meat… this can’t be true!”

“Oh god, Bard, and my kids… I’ll never see them again.” Sigrun moaned.

Francine remained silent, as she thought of her own husband, Kris, and her daughters, Tegan, and Mary at home. She’d been so excited to get some random young stud’s cock in her pussy, that she’d barely given them a second thought that evening. Now, she was going to be meat instead of a mother, and all she could do was think of their faces.

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