Cody, Joyce and Lydia strolled into their little alcove, the three friends (well, married couple, and mutual friend) ready for the night. "Right, so the Head was alright with this, so let's make it count," Cody announced. "You two ready?"

"Ready!" Joyce said. She was dressed as a waitress, a wide blue skirt around her hips, and a white apron hanging from her neck. Lydia wore a pink and black striped dress with a wide bow tied around her waist. For his part, Cody was a chef, all in white. "Ready," Lydia confirmed.

"Excellent." Cody rubbed his hands together. "The Head had made the right arrangements, so we should be good to go once we open the doors," he indicated the other set of doors out of the room they were in. "When you're ready?"

Lydia reached out and pulled him into a kiss. "Thanks for doing this for us."

"Always," he confirmed. "Now go," he gently slapped her on the ass. "It's time to open up the Bar!"

*  *  *

Stepping into the Bar, the designated refreshments place for the event, a new arrival would be surprised at the ambiance. It was well lit with white walls and generic landscapes around to break up the whiteness. To one side was a pair of double doors labeled "Waitresses Only", and around were seats, tables, stools and benches for a variety of people and what they wanted.

Taking a seat, this mysterious patron would be approached by one of the waitresses of the place, a woman with pale blonde hair cut very short, a cute skirt that flared up around her waist, and white apron covering her chest. "Do you want a menu, or just the quick rundown?" she asks.

"Just the rundown," the patron replied.

"We can do any drink order you want," she said. "From water to a Gargleblaster. In addition, we deal in special orders on a case by case basis."

"Special?"

The waitress winked. "You'll know it when you see it, or think of it," she refused to elaborate. "Entertainment is not provided by the staff," she offered. "We have work to do."

"I'll have a coffee, black," the patron said. The waitress repeated the order, then vanished through the doors, only to double back a moment later with the drink, setting it down in front of the person who made the order. "Thanks," they appreciated the quick service.

Sipping on the drink, they looked around at the other guests, though most of them were simply taking a break from the rest of the event. Some were looking around as well, and during one of their surveys, they met the eyes of a striking woman, who in turn stood up and carried their drink over to the seat beside the patron. "Hello," she said.

"Hello," the patron returned the greeting. "Enjoying the night?"

"I am," she said in return. She wore a blue suit that covered her from neck to feet, but was well tailored. "How about you? See anything that interests you?" She flicked her hand through her long hair, and the patron saw the red tag worn as a ring around her finger.

The Patron turned to face her more directly. "I am always interested in seeing more," they suggested. "After all, isn't that the point of this whole event?"

She laughed slightly. "I suppose so." She taunted the patron by playing with one of the buttons over her bosom. "So, how about a challenge then?"

The Patron mulled that over. "And what sort of challenge?"

"We each propose one thing, and whomever convinces the other that their idea is better gets to do it? I see your red tag as well, so we all know that everything is on the table." Her voice grew lower and a bit most lustful in the process. She was looking for something, and hoped that the Patron beside her could provide.

"And what do you propose?" The Patron leaned in to let the woman whisper in their ear. She had an interesting idea, but the Patron thought they could improve and exceed it.

"Waitress!" the patron called out, summoning a red-haired woman in a stripped uniform.

"Yes sir?" she asked as she got closer.

"I'd think I'd like something to eat before I go," they said, putting a hand around the woman's waist. "Can I have this woman spitted, roasted and carved up for myself and anyone else who wants a piece of this?"

"Of course sir," the waitress said as though they had just asked for a water. "If you'll come with me?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" the woman objected loudly, enough to earn some attention from the other people in the bar. "What makes you think I'd agree to that?"

"Well," the Patron explained. "You're wearing a red tag openly, so it's not like you are concerned about what happens to your body. In addition, the Bar will serve anything asked for, and you did offer to go along with the more intense choice." They shrugged. "Besides, I'm not hogging you all for myself. I'm sharing!"

"I do not..!" the woman objected when the Waitress interrupted.

She snapped her fingers in front of the woman's face, and she relaxed just a little bit. "The rules are clear," the Waitress said. "Now, come with me."

*  *  *

Lisa followed the waitress into the back of the Bar, where they were met by a man in a Chef's uniform. Why she did so when she didn't want to was beyond her, but her feet acted despite her earlier protests.

"Hey Cody!" the Waitress called out, drawing the man's attention. "We finally got the Special!"

Cody, as he was called, looked up. "So, about time." He checked a clock on the wall and made a note. "Well, the Head will want to know afterward." He looked at Lisa. "You're it?"

"It?" Lisa repeated, still confused.

"Yeah," Cody said as he started to unbutton her suit. "We were wondering how long it would take for someone to order another person for something to eat, and you're the lucky first!"

She didn't fight having her clothes removed. "What's the order, specifically?" Cody asked the waitress.

"Pretty open ended," she replied. "Spit roast."

He nodded in understanding as Lisa removed her pants. "So, I get this might be uncomfortable for some people," he informed Lisa as he pulled a long skewer out from under a roasting pit that Lisa was certain wasn't there before, but now she could feel the heat come off of it. "So I'm going to give you a choice. First, is that I keep you alive through the entire thing. You get to feel everything that happens to you from start to finish, even as you appear to be dead to everyone else. Second, I just do things normally, and you expire naturally, allowing you to return to the start when that happens. Third, I kill you now, leaving your body in my hands and you can restart immediately."

Lisa was nude now. "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"

"Nope!" the Waitress confirmed. "But I can tell you, Cody's a real good cook. He won't burn you or anything like that."

"Why? Have you done this?" Lisa asked her.

"Of course!" the Waitress replied, licking her lips. "It was a requirement to work here for the night.

Lisa shook her head. "You know what? Kill me now," she said, "then I can hopefully get back by the time you're done with the body. That way I can get my revenge."

"And taste your own meat?" Cody suggested.

Lisa's stomach lurched at the thought, but then settled down. "Maybe. Is there a cut you'd recommend?" she put one hand on her hip and posed for him.

"Different cuts for different folks. But I can delay serving until you return," Cody confirmed. "If you'll put your neck down on this cutting board," he indicated the thick wooden sheet on a sterile table, "I'll get to butchering and cooking you."

Lisa obliged, pulling her hair of the way as she put her head down on the board. There was a sharp pain in her neck, then nothing.

*  *  *

Cody helped roll the roasted woman out into the bar, knives, plates and other necessities artfully arranged about it. Her torso was a succulent golden brown, the spit running up through her ass and out her windpipe. Atop the spit was a small plate on which her head rested, hair curled around it. Her legs were arched beside the body, and the arms met hand to shoulder to encircle the whole thing.

Lydia was waiting by the person who placed the order, in their body-covering costume of white mask, black suit and cloak. Beside them was the woman who was also being served, her suit done up and looking partly angry still, and partly curious. "I apologize for the wait," he said as he came to a stop in front of them. "What cut would you like first?"

"A breast please," the person asked, and Cody obliged, taking a sharp carving knife and sliding it up under the woman's right breast, separating the meat with ease. Carefully putting it on a plate, he slid it over to them, then turned to Lisa herself. "And the lady?"