The lunch rush, one of the busiest times of day for any fast food establishment and this was no different. The small run down diner had a total of two tables to serve instead of the usual one. April the chef looked out of the ordering window out across the front end. Sure the tables were chipped and faded, the leather of the seating booths cracked and torn and the fluorescent lights flickered in such a rhythm that it could give anyone an instant migraine if they so much as blinked in the direction of those bulbs, but still… this would soon be hers. The small ginger furred slightly chunky squirrel had been paying a portion of her tiny paycheck every week towards ownership of this establishment and tonight was the final payment, then things could change for the better. She had done favours all around town that could be repaid, researched grants for eco-friendly and cheaper equipment and she was ready to finally own this place. She thought about all the meals she skipped, the days she had to scavenge in dumpsters to make ends meet all for this moment. She sighed as she watched one of the tables pay up and leave, leaving Joel, the solitary brown bear in his booth.

Joel’s belly pressed against the table, the cheap wood being partially enveloped by his round chubby tum. A baseball cap rested on top of his head like a current on a bun, proclaiming his love for the local team (The Firegorge Pistons if you were at all interested). Two plates lay opposite him, both formerly contained different flavours of pie. The buttons on his flannel shirt held on for dear life. Seeing the young squirrel walk over he held out his coffee cup expectantly.
“Today’s the day right?” the deep gruff ursine voice asked.
“Yep! By this time tomorrow i’ll be in charge” April topped up the coffee mug.
“Congrats, it’s about time we got some actual decent people in charge.” Joel took a sip of the black coffee and sighed contentedly. Perfectly percolated as always. “Please tell me that you’re going to change the menu from just this vegetarian crap right?” Although the words were rough, the tone was almost pleading, April shrugged.
“I’m not sure, I don’t eat meat and I would need a licence” The squirrel hadn’t considered this but it seemed a bit much.
“You should and I can get you one, leave it with me and the boys at the hunting lodge, I mean I owe you one anyway.”
"I don't know…"
"Look, you don't have to use it, but it's good to have right?"
"I suppose so" the squirrel said hesitantly, meat always seemed so… messy to her but she wouldn't say no to the offer, it was a kind one after all.

The rest of the day went smoothly, a spattering of customers every now and then. Only one server quit today, crying because of a dressing down from the owner. Something about not polishing the knives and forks correctly. No other issues apart from a young child spilling their food on the floor. April moved with a spring in her step, her large bushy tail swaying from side to side in anticipation of the hand over that night. When the last customer left at 10pm she locked the door with a grin, grabbed her handbag and skipped her way towards the owners office at the back of the building.

The worn out door, once green at some point during the 1980s, now had peeled through several other decades of paint. April made a mental note to get that repainted. She took a deep breath and knocked, once, twice then four more times for good luck. A shrill voice on the other side replied.
"Cooommeee iiiiiinnnn"

April opened the door to the office. The only place that remained pristine. New furniture, tidy shelves. A large wooden desk filled most of the box sized room, a series of perfectly positioned yet eclectic desk toys lined the edge. Behind the desk sat a black and white cow, dressed up in a black business suit and pencil skirt, her hair perfectly feathered in a faux 80s style. Two horns curved to each side, both drilled and supporting large golden hoops, matching the hoops piercing her ears. Those very same ears twitched as April entered the room. The bovine's expression was inscrutable, a skill she had picked up in the business world. She owned half of this small town, inherited from her father. Rent prices tripled during her reign of terror, businesses across the town had shuttered their doors.

"Please take a seat April" the cow gestured to the office chair opposite her, her voice commanding yet measured. The squirrel obliged, perching on the end of the seat, her tail taking up most of the room. There was a moment's pause as some papers were shuffled around on the desk.
"Daisy, I'm ready for the co…"
"I wanted to talk to you about that," the cow interrupted. "Now I've given it some thought and I'm going to keep the diner and convert it to a Staro's, there is more money in a coffee shop than some measly dinner. I'm sure you understand." Daisy put on her best sympathetic look, noticing that April's jaw was hanging wide open. 
"Wait.."
"It's okay, your job will be safe, we can retrain you as a barista! Won't that be ever so exciting?" With an excited clap of her hands Daisy's expression changed to one of over the top excitement.
"But my money…" April whispered, holding back tears, the cow's expression changed to an approximation of concern.
"About that too, now I said I would invest the money while you added to it, and unfortunately these investments didn't work out. I can give you…" more papers were shuffled. "let's see… $500."
"I put in $132,000..." Tears were forming in April's eyes.
"Yeah…. Sorry about that" silence fell over the office, the only sound that could be heard was a quiet sniffling from the squirrel, tears falling on her apron. Daisy broke the silence.
"Don't you have tables to clean?".

At that moment something snapped inside April. All the years of church groups refusing to tip, food being sent back in an attempt to get a free meal, all the write ups she had for no reason other than to keep her on edge and all the tips kept by management because “they work harder”. All of it came rushing in one tidal wave of emotion.

"Don't you understand what I've sacrificed for this? Don't you know how long and how hard I've worked in this place under your pointless shitty leadership." The squirrel spoke with such intensity and anger. Daisy however was unmoved.
"Apri.."
"No you listen, I had to buy my own apron, my own tools." April stuck her hand in her bag and pulled out her chef's knife. "This was 7 inches long when I started, it's now 5." She waved the knife in front of the cow, the razor sharp edge glinting in the light. There was a pause, something had changed, the cool exterior of her boss had flickered and April suddenly found herself for the first time in her life in a position of power.

Slowly she pointed the blade towards Daisy, and with a sweep of her arm threw the desk toys to the floor. They clattered violently, her boss flinched.

Bang

The squirrels fist hit the wood of the desk, the knife still pointedly aimed at the jugular of the cow over the desk.

"Get the fucking contract." She spoke slowly with a white hot fury.
"I don't.."
"I know you have it, you've been holding it over my fucking head for the last ten years." Slowly Daisy reached into her desk, slid the draw open and pulled out the legal document. "Now sign it." with a click of a pen the contract was signed.

"You won't get away with this you know? I'll just dispute the contract and call the police. It would be best for both of us if you put the knife down and maybe they'll go easy on you." The cow's eyes narrowed as she spoke, hoping to regain control. April stopped as she thought about this. She could lose everything, the dinner, her friends, Joel. Joel. Joel said something earlier, she thought what was it again. She grinned.
"I think I'll be just fine. Get up!" The command was followed by a vertical gesture with the knife.

April lead her captive through the dimly lit empty diner and into the dark kitchen. She kept the knife pressed uncomfortably against the back of the cow's ribs. Flicking the light switches with her spare hand, the bright fluorescent lights hummed to life illuminating the very familiar equipment all kept perfectly pristine.

"On the counter, face down, arms behind your back, Now!" The squirrel commanded. The instruction was followed. April retrieved some cooking twine from the cupboards, thin yet strong. The twine was tied tightly around Daisy's left wrist, then the right. April could see the cow squirm as she tested the restraints. The ankles were next, binding them just as tight as the wrists.

"Look, I'll give you the damn diner, just let me go!" Daisy cried, a not so subtle way of trying to alert anyone nearby to her plight. Her eyes darted to the back door, hoping against hope. Unfortunately nobody came. The reality was starting to sink in, she was trapped and at the whim of someone she had taken great joy in bullying for years. Tears started to fill her eyes. April grabbed a fresh apple from a pile on the counter in the corner, from a stash used to bake her famous apple pies. Without saying a word she placed two fingers in her prey's nostrils and yanked upwards, forcing the apple deep into the maw of her former boss. Daisy could only bite down a little, apple juice coated her tongue, her teeth were stuck inside the fruit, tears ran down her face now, the usually so calm and composed owner reduced to a mess on a kitchen counter.

April smiled, looking over her handy work. She felt something she hadn't felt before. She savoured the moment as she tried to put her finger on it. This power, the act she was about to do. She let out a small breath. Her heart was racing. She gulped. She was turned on. More than turned on. She felt like a fire had been lit deep inside her. With a strong push she flipped her victim over, the wrists behind her back pushed the cow's hips up. April took her chef's knife in hand and placed it underneath Daisy's neck, delicately positioning the blade under her button up shirt. There was silence, anticipation for the first cut. April's hand jerked, causing a loud whimper from the meat in front of her. The first button of the top fell to the ground. The next one followed, and then the next one until the top was undone.

Using the tip of the blade, the butcher slowly revealed the first sight of the cuts she would be working with. Two large breasts were held by a designer pink lace bra, her body covered in a short layer of well kept fur. The tip of the blade danced, circling over the belly meat, which instinctively shrunk away, trying to escape the cold malicious touch of steel. After a few more moments for April's amusement the knife travelled upwards, parting the fine fur of the bovine but not cutting. Not yet. It travelled, under April's command, over her diaphragm, up her sternum and between Daisy's breasts, under her bra. Slowly but surely the knife lifted, cutting through the delicate fabric until. Snap. The bra split, the two cups parting and revealing the soft bosom with the light pink nipple the bra had so dutifully hidden.

Daisy tried to keep still, not wanting to provide any more incentive for her own torture at the hand of her employee. She tried to watch, her eyes blurry from tears she could hold back only providing her with rough silhouettes. For the first time in her life she felt vulnerable and scared. She could feel the knife move away from her chest, her captor moving towards her hooves. A hand reached out and took hold of her skirt and pulled. A few sharp tugs and the black pencil skirt cleared her rump, sliding over her meaty thighs and was removed, thrown into the corner. Daisy whimpered and squirmed on the counter top.

April ran a finger up the leg of her meat, from the ankle, across the calves, slowly up the inner thigh, reaching the pair of panties, part of a matching set with the ruined bra. She felt her victim twitch and squirm against her touch. Slipping the knife under the elastic and with a quick flick of the wrist the panties came off. The chef took a breath, looking over the cattle's prime fillet, plump, juicy, the inner labia poking a little out. April ran a teasing finger over the folds of the cunt steak from bottom to the hood of her clit inciting muffled panicked moans and wiggles. A prying finger slid down and between those succulent lips.

Daisy’s sobs, although muffled by the apple, got louder as her body was explored against her will. She shook her hips, shaking against the tight binds that were starting to cut into her flesh. The finger inside her continued to tease, another slipped its way in creating a confusing and sickening feeling of pleasure to go along with the discomfort. Daisy bucked like a cow at a rodeo, forcing April to remove her hand from her pussy. The squirrel didn’t back away though, but stared straight into the bovine’s grey blue eyes with her own green orbs and tasted the juices on her finger. Slowly she grabbed a pair of cooking shears. Any hope that Daisy had that the scissors would be used to release her faded as the blades started to cut away the rest of her clothes. Strips of cloth being thrown into the corner. The chef held remains of those cute pink panties however, gently dabbing the tears from the cheeks of her victim away with them.

“Mmmmm wow.” April muttered to herself, shuddering with lust. “Well, it’s been fun but I should get to work for the grand opening tomorrow.” The squirrel planted a soft kiss on the cheek of her former boss and sighed happily.

April with another heave rolled her prey back onto her front. Both of her hands grabbed the cow by the horns and pulled, sliding Daisy inch by agonising inch across the cold countertop so her head hung face down over one side of the large double sink. Climbing up on the worktop, straddling her new meat, April saw her reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator, the knife in her hand, her boss’s terrified face. She wouldn’t trade this moment for the world. Grabbing Daisy’s left horn with her left hand, she placed the knife against the throat of her prey with the right.

Daisy started to thrash, the reality of the situation instilling a primal feral fear deep within her. The sharp knife pressed uncomfortably against her throat. She tried to scream. She tried to kick. The knife pressed harder against her skin. She could see a red trickle running down her neck.

April decided enough was enough, and started to cut with a sawing motion. A Trickle of blood turned into a stream, running into the sink. The well used but incredibly sharp chef’s knife made short work of the cow’s skin and the small soft layer of fat underneath. Her victims' struggles were getting more violent but the squirrel continued, cutting between the cartilage of the oesophagus and the trachea, the screams turned into wet gurgles, as the crimson claret started to bubble from the wound around the knife. April gasped and started to grind her hips against the back of the thrashing meat, pushing the knife deeper and deeper. The room filled with the sounds of kicking, and the pleasured moans from the woman on top. Deeper and deeper into the neck the knife slid. Schik. The knife cut through the jugular, blood sprayed into the sink and spiralled down the drain.

Daisy’s struggles started to get weaker and slower although the pain stayed as intense as when it first started. Her cries were already subdued by the blood filling her lungs. Her vision started to blur, she blinked once, then twice. One last gurgle passed between her flesh and the knife, one last bubble of blood popped, her last breath disappearing into the kitchen.

April wasn’t done yet. She continued to slide the knife in until she hit the spine. Carefully working the knife between the vertebrae and cutting the spinal cord. She spent a little time, the task more fiddly than she expected, she used the moment to savour what she had achieved tonight. Looking into the eyes of the cow that had turned from arrogant, to terrified to glazed over. She sliced, having to hold the head up by the horn as she cut through the last bits of skin holding it to her boss's body. The sink below her bubbled, the remaining blood draining away into the sewer. She sat back, panting slightly, resting her bum on the back arch of the carcass below her. She held the head under her arm while she composed herself. Enjoying a moment of quiet in her kitchen. She thought about the next steps, skinning, gutting, butchering, a lot of work for one person.

April climbed down off the limp lifeless corpse of her boss and walked over to her handbag, taking her mobile out of the front pocket.
“Hey hun, did you manage to get that licence?...You could say that…Actually if I could get a hand with a couple of things in the diner, tomorrow’s meals would be on me?... Thanks I really appreciate it, could you come around the back door? Thanks Joel, you’re a cutie pie!”.

April grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine from the cabinet and set them down to the side of Daisy’s head. She had a bit of a crush on the bear, having built a rapport with him over the many years she had worked at the diner. He was always so kind, funny and supportive. The squirrel started to collect the ingredients she needed to prep the next day's meals. She hadn’t cooked meat since culinary school, but it was all coming back to her bit by bit. Burgers, slow cooked beef ribs, steaks, braised cheeks. All the recipes she had to deprive herself from making because of the whim of the slab of meat waiting to be carved up and butchered. She got to work, chopping onions, preparing dough for burger buns and various other jobs around the kitchen.

A few minutes later there was a loud thumping knock at the door. April opened it and smiled, Joel stood behind it. He looked smarter, his face fuzz trimmed. The smell of cologne wafted through the door. The squirrel blushed.
“Hey Joel! Come in hun.” She said with a cheery grin. 

“Hey April, thanks for the invite, so what are we working with here?” Joel stepped through, scratching his chin in ponderous contemplation, he looked over the kitchen, his eyes falling on the carcass on the counter top. He squinted for a moment before he looked over at the head next to it. His eyes went wide. “Oh Wow… we joked in the hunting lodge about who would end up killing her. Nobody expected it to be you!” He laughed. April smiled and blushed.

“What can I say, don’t mess with a girl’s diner! Err I’ve cooked with meat before but i’m not sure how to get from here” April gestured with her arm to her limp lifeless boss on the counter. “To here” She held up a picture of a butcher’s window to the bear. Joel nodded, deciding not to pry into why Daisy ended up without a head. “Could you… could you show me?”

Joel walked over to Daisy, and beckoned for April to join him. He lifted a large paw and brought it down on the rump steak, spanking her. There was no reaction from the corpse, though a giggle from April brought a smile to the bear’s face. She moved over and joined him by the counter top. He positioned himself just behind her, she pressed herself against him.
“Take your knife firmly in your hand” He spoke and she followed, holding the knife in front of her. Joel took her hand softly but firmly, and guided the tip of her knife from between the middle of Daisy’s shoulder blades, where the head used to be, down her spine to just above her tail. “Start with this cut here, you’ll need to press down quite hard to get through her skin, you’ll know when you get through, don’t cut too deep, you just need to get through her hide and nothing more.”.

April nodded and placed the edge of the knife against the neck wound, the bear’s paw steadied her own and she pressed down, the blade cutting through the skin with some firm pressure. They pulled the knife down, slicing their way from top to tail. Joel leaned in and gave a quick kiss on the squirrel’s neck, she gasped and blushed deeply, pressing her rump against his groin. She felt something hard press against her, she used her bushy tail to wrap around Joel. She could feel his warm breath against her neck. He kissed her again on the neck, using his teeth to teasingly pinch the sensitive skin. Her eyes closed and she moaned. April turned towards Joel and kissed him deeply, their lips locked, his tongue teasing hers, she put down the knife and wrapped her arms around him, he squeezed her tight. Time seemed to stop as they shared this moment.

Eventually they broke the kiss and looked lovingly into each other's eyes.
“I have an idea” Joel whispered softly “But we need to finish skinning Daisy” He planted another quick kiss onto April's lips and handed her the knife. They both got to work. Following the instruction of her crush, she first sliced around the wrists, using the knife to then separate the hands of the cow from the rest of her body. April extended a finger of the severed hand and poked Joel on the nose with it. He blushed and laughed, giving her a quick hug before they both started to work on her feet. Following the same process, cutting through the skin then separating the joint from the meat. April placed the hands and feet of Daisy next to the head.

April made new cuts down the back of each leg, placing her hand on Daisy’s rump for some extra leverage. She tested the meat, squeezing that rump. Grade A, she was sure of it. Cuts down the arms next. She joined the incisions to the main one down the spine. Joel gave her another quick kiss.

“Now we need to separate the skin from the meat. Just slide your paws underneath.” Joel said and April followed the instructions, sliding one finger under the skin just under her shoulder, then another. Soon her hand was underneath Daisy’s hide, it was tight and still warm. She pushed deeper, until she could feel the cow’s shoulder blade underneath. As his lover pushed her hands deeper inside his future meal, Joel placed his hands on her side and slid his paws down the figure of the squirrel, resting his hands on her hips. April slid another hand inside Daisy, loosening more and more skin, she pressed her ass against Joel's groin again. She felt one paw leave her side and the sound of jeans dropping to the floor of the kitchen. Joel’s other paw gripped April’s trousers, giving them a tug and pulling them down to join his own. Both the bear and the squirrel kicked their clothes into the corner, joining Daisy’s former wrapping. 

April’s hands moved deeper inside the cow, elbow deep now. Her fingers reached under the sides of Daisy’s breasts. She could feel a new sensation now, Joel’s hard, thick, throbbing cock rubbing against her ass cheeks, she gasped. The bear leaned over to her, nibbling her ear gently, he whispered, panting excitedly as he spoke.
“Skin the bitch, when her pelt is nothing more than a rug we’re going to enjoy this cunt one last time before she ends up as our meat…”.
April melted under his touch, his warm breath, his cock against her rump driving her wild. His hand reached around, his fingers sliding inside her already dripping pussy. She purred. She moaned. Her hands loosened more and more skin until Daisy’s back resembled the meat she was more used to seeing. The bear’s thick fingers slid in and out of her folds, he kissed her neck tenderly, small gentle kisses. His other paw ran up her stomach, under her shirt while April flipped the carcass over. His paw rested under her bra, his claws gently pinching her sensitive nipples, twisting and teasing the nub. April squirmed and moaned as she enjoyed every sensation. She grabbed the loose skin in front of her and pulled, slowly pulling the hide bit by bit away from the muscle, almost matching the rhythm of the fingers sliding in and out of her.

“Now cut under her breast tissue, let the breasts come away with the rest of her hide. Leave nothing that would let anyone think of her as a person.” Joel slid an extra finger deep inside April while the squirrel took her trusty knife and separated the mammary tissue away from the rib cage, keeping the ample breasts attached to Daisy’s beautiful pelt. Next her stomach skin came away.

 “Cut around her cunt, separate the prime fillet, the butcher always gets the best cut.” Joel pressed himself closer against his lover, trying to keep his lust in check for the moment. April carefully carved around the plump and juicy pussy, cutting the vulva away. The bear pulled his hand from under April’s shirt and held out his paw. April placed the flesh into his palm and he lifted it in front of her. She took a deep breath, her bosses cunt presented in front of her, instinctively she pressed her lips against the folds and started to lap between them, her tongue running over the lifeless clit.. Her paws reached out and grabbed the half skinned pelt as she enjoyed the sweet taste of the severed pussy. She pulled and pulled and pulled, her moans muffled by the folds being held against her maw. One last tug and the pelt came away, Joel kissed her neck, pulling his fingers out of her, and moving the cunt out of tongues reach.

April painted, and leaned back against Joel. He held her close for a few moments. Both enjoying each other’s warmth for a while. Joel gently took the pelt and took a step back. He gave it a shake like a picnic blanket and laid it on the floor of the kitchen. The skin landed with a wet Plap. Daisy’s hide would have been unrecognisable as anything other than a rug if it wasn’t for the two large breasts near the top. The squirrel reached over and started to unbutton the bear's shirt, pulling it off his chunky body. With his shirt off, the brown bear was quite buff. She blushed again as he smiled, he tenderly took her top and lifted it over her head. Her bra came off next. Joel blushed too, he found her so beautiful, her red tufty fur, her beautiful breasts, her cute pussy, her wonderful smile

They stood for a moment or two just appreciating each other. He held out his hand, she took it and they both took a step onto the new rug. Joel stroked April’s cheek, the squirrel kissed his chest, then stomach. She got down on her knees, facing his rock hard throbbing cock. She gave the tip a kiss and he let out a soft moan. He held out his hand for her to pause and she sat back on the soft fur rug underneath. She watched as Joel grabbed the head of her former employer by one horn and yanked the apple from her mouth. Her jaw hung open, the expression on her face still one of intense pain. April laughed and Joel smiled. He made his way back to the rug, holding the head in front of him facing April. He took the neck of the severed head and guided his cock through the windpipe, moaning as the ridges of cartledge acted as a makeshift fleshlight. April’s fingers made her way between her legs as she watched the throbbing cock of her lover appear inside the mouth of her victim, she leant forward, grabbing the cheeks of the severed head.

Daisy put up no resistance as her employee kissed her deeply and passionately, her tongue running over the cock that came from behind. April’s tongue ran over Joe’s shaft, begging for it to come forward, so she could share in the pleasure that her boss got so many inches of. Joel pulled back and forward again, thrusting into the neck through the mouth of the cow and into April’s. The bear's thrusting started to get faster, and harder, more primal. His lover’s kiss getting more and more passionate, her tongue exploring, teasing. The sounds of the bear’s grunts and moans drowned out the sound of April’s own, muffled by the kiss with severed head. Joel knew he was getting closer to the edge and he could sense that she was too. He gripped the neck tighter and thrusted quicker, harder. He closed his eyes, enjoying both tongues, one limp, the other very very active. He moaned, panted and thrusted. Moaned, panted and thrusted and then…

April found that Daisy’s mouth was suddenly filled with ropes of hot, sticky cum. She lapped it up as much as she could, licking the dripping head of Joel’s cock. The bear pulled back, leaving the head in her hands, she bit firmly on the limp tongue of the cow and pulled it back, letting go so it hung lazily out of the mouth of the severed head. She placed it on the tiles, not wanting to get blood on the rug. April watched as Joel knelt down next to her, his hands guided her down, laying her across the rug, her head resting on the large, soft breasts of Daisy. She spread her legs and he placed his head between them. His tongue delicately ran over her dripping entrance, she moaned deeply.

“I hope she tastes as good as you..” Joel growled, turning his attention to her clit, licking slowly over her button. April arched her back, her head pressing into the pillowing bosom of the rug. Her paws gripped the fur below and twisted it for grip. The bear’s tongue drove her wild. She looked over at the gormless expression of Daisy next to her. As the pleasure rippled through her body the couldn’t help but think that she did that, she killed, she skinned and she would cook her cunt of a boss, and she would do it again in a heartbeat. Her heart started to race, her breathing getting quicker, she let out small uncontrollable moans with each gentle lap of the tongue between her legs. He grip tightened the on the pelt below. A pressure started to build. She let out a deep and loud moan as waves of ecstasy flowed through her body, experiencing a climax like nothing she had ever felt before.

April relaxed, panting heavily. Joel climbed up the pelt and lay next to her, each of the lovers taking a different breast to rest on. They held each other tight and kissed again.
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	Joel took a sip of his coffee, the memories of the night before fresh in his memory. He sighed happily.

“Hey Hun, I hope you don’t think I forgot that I promised you lunch.” A kiss was planted on his cheek as a plate slid in front of him. A sesame seed bun, pickles, swiss cheese, homemade ketchup and a thick juicy quarter pound of fresh beef burger. April sat opposite him, a sandwich in front of her with chips on the side. Joel took a bite, moaning softly, the flavour absolutely astounding. Daisy’s juices almost as good as April’s. The squirrel grinned as she watched her date enjoy the burger. He swallowed his bite.
“I told you meat was a great idea” Joel laughed “You should have had a burger too!”

April smiled and silently lifted the top slice of her sandwich, revealing lettuce, tomato, cheese, mayo and the main ingredient. The perfectly roasted cunt fillet underneath. The lips crisp, the meat plump, juicy and tender. Joel grinned 

“Prime fillet always goes to the butcher.” April smiled as she spoke, she lifted the sandwich to her mouth and took a bite, sneakily slipping her tongue between the bread, teasing that clit one more time, savouring the delicate flavour.

Lunch passed and April got back to work. The Diner already seeing far more customers on reopening day than the past few weeks combined. Towards the end of day Joel slid an envelope over to her. She opened it as he waved goodbye for the day.

April

Congratulations on the new restaurant and welcome to the hunting club.
Attached is your meat licence.
If you need to “Stock up”, feel free to give us a ring.

Kind Regards
The Firegorge Hunting Club

She placed the licence card into her purse and noticed something else in the envelope. A hand written note.

Hey April

I’ve always been nervous to ask this but I think we may be past this stage now.
I would love to take you on a date, the club is having a dance this weekend and I would be honoured if you would come with me.
I’ll be in tomorrow, let me know what you think!

Yours hungrily
Joel

P.S I borrowed Daisy’s pelt, you should have a brand new picnic blanket by the end of the week.

April swooned for a moment before the sound of a coin hitting the bottom of the tip jar snapped her back to reality.
“Thank you for supporting us!” The squirrel said cheerily and waved as the customer exited the diner. The new tip jar was doing a fantastic job, it’s polished horns with gold hoops drilled in. The blonde hair and the sign in its mouth Thank you for your patronage. It took a little while to carve the coin slot into her skull but it was worth it. For the first time Daisy was actually bringing some money into the diner and in a way, she was still the head of the restaurant.