Beth's Shipping at A&E

Another daughter of Robert Sterling is up for a challenge as A&E hires her to model their new meat girl shipping system.

Robert Sterling stepped into the shipping store with a brisk step but a skeptical attitude as he looked up at the giant posters on the wall.  Dozens of beautiful smiles looked down at him, glossy and posed, but none of the photos actually showed the shipping containers in use. A&E was well known for their processing facility, but wasn’t exactly known for livestock shipping, and the first and brand new branch office was so pristine it looked like it had been set up the day before.  Several rows of white, plastic containers the size of a common trunk, sat on racks at either side of the room, while a massive counter stood in the middle of the floor, two computers with dark screens waiting.  A larger, double door at the far end, labeled “Packaging,” beckoned and Sterling resisted the urge to march over to it and peek in.

Behind him marched his second oldest daughter, Bethany, a darling girl with blond hair curling around her face and falling to her shoulders.  Together they were a matched set, father and daughter, his thinning brown hair but thoughtful eyes, along with khaki trousers and a blue button up oxford shirt were offset by her more relaxed attire.  Blue denim shorts that showed off her coltish but long legs, and a tight halter top that displayed her young bosom, were what young girls were wearing these days, her delicate feet were slipped into a set of simple but attractive flip-flops that left her painted toenails bare.

“Is this where they do the packaging, Dad?” Beth asked brightly, her dark brown eyes looking around the store.  She glanced up at the posters, giving the images a curious stare.  “Those girls are just posing aren’t they?” She asked almost rhetorically. Suddenly her stomach grumbled loudly.  She put her hand over her belly.  “Sorry, dad.  I’m just hungry.

Robert Sterling nodded.  “I know.  Sorry about that, but it’s the rules.  No food for twenty-four hours.”  He looked around again then called out loudly.  “Hello?  Anyone here?” The response was almost immediate.

“I hear a familiar voice!” The large set of double doors swung open and a thin man wearing a tailored suit emerged from the back room.  His dark blue tie seemed to sparkle and looked very expensive and a set of silver cuff links kept his almost hidden sleeves tightly bound to his wrists.  He grinned heavily and marched forward, extending his hand.

“Robert Sterling!” the man said warmly.  “It’s good to see you again!”

Sterling smiled and shook the man’s hand.  “Mr. Stone.”

The man waved his free hand. “Please, call me John.  I can’t even begin to tell you how much I appreciate your willingness to help us out on this.”  John Stone turned and looked at Bethany.  “And you must be little Beth.  You look a lot like your sister, Cindy.”

Beth’s head bobbed up and down with a big grin.  “Daddy told me about your special dinner.  I wish I could have been there.”

Stone smiled and patted her shoulder.  “Eventually it will be you at one of those dinners.  But I have to ask; are you ready for summer camp?”

Beth nodded eagerly.  “Though I hope that getting something to eat is one of the first things we get to do,” she commented wryly when her stomach gave another growl.

Stone laughed, his eyes flashing merrily.  “Well yes.  It is on the agenda.  We pride ourselves on our meat cuts.”  He looked back up at Sterling.  “But I just want to say thank you again for being willing to put yourself at our disposal for this shoot. I know you’re getting the summer camp fee waved, but still – you’re allowing a valuable asset to be shipped by an untried carrier.”

Sterling waved a hand dismissively. “A&E seems to do so much, so well.  When you called and said you’d broken into shipping as well as processing, I had no doubts it would be a successful venture for you.”

Stone shrugged, his face just a little wooden. “Perhaps.  We have a lot of good competition out there.  How does one compete with the sybian trucks?  Right?”  He shook his head knowingly.  “The image of two dozen girls, bound with their hands above their heads, all getting vibrated until they’re screaming?  It’s tough to compete!”  He turned away and gestured at the posters.  “But we think we’ve got a system that will allow for longer and safer transport.  And that’s what we’ll be testing here.”  He grinned at Bethany again.

Her eyes narrowed slightly in a questioning glance, but she didn’t ask what Mr. Stone meant.  Her stomach grumbled again and the expression on her face changed to embarrassment as she put her hand across her belly.

“Well now, let’s get you both into the back for packaging,” Stone said briskly.  “We’ve got everything set up.”  He turned and headed back toward the double doors.  Robert Sterling took his daughter’s hand and together they followed Stone into the back room.

The packaging center looked more like some sort of strange assembly line at a manufacturing plant.  The walls were painted white, plastic crates were stacked in various places, all roughly the same size, and a number of machines sat by the line, waiting.  What seemed out of place was the number of video cameras, each mounted to tape some specific aspect of the process.  There were also several people standing in the room, all of whom turned to look at Bethany.

“Let me introduce you to some folks,” John Stone said politely.  He moved toward one tall, thin man who wore a blue polo shirt.  “This is Chris Haft.  He’s the director of today’s shoot.”

Haft’s head nodded politely.  “Hello Mr. Sterling. I’m the video director. It will be great working with your daughter.  She’s got an adorable face.  Are all your children this attractive?”

Sterling grinned.  “Most of them,” he replied, putting a protective hand on his daughter’s shoulder.  Her stomach growled again.

Stone moved on to a pair of technicians who were obviously wearing A&E uniforms and working on some of the machinery. “These gentlemen are our staff and will be handling the actual packaging process.”  Both of them waved at Sterling, rather than stop what they were doing.  

“And then lastly, we have our shipping manager, Tasha Edwards.”  

Both Robert Sterling and his daughter blinked in surprise as a woman wearing a white lab coat and high heels emerged from behind some of the equipment.  She was a tall, bony woman and looked very no nonsense.  Only one of her lab coat buttons were closed and from the flash of bare skin from her throat to her  belly, as well as a lot of thigh showing, it was clear she wasn’t wearing anything under the coat.

She reached out and shook Sterling’s startled hand.  “I know.  Surprised a woman is running the show?”

Sterling recovered quickly.  “No.  I’m just not used to women being assigned to such positions.  I am curious though about…” he began to say, but she cut him off.

“My rating?  I’m not even a C.  I had a childhood illness which hampered my growth and development, which is why I look so anorexic.  Eventually I’ll be processed, but right now my intellect is needed,” she said in a no nonsense tone.  Robert studied her face for a moment, finding something uniquely appealing in it despite the lack of flesh on her bones.  

Robert grinned. “Well, I’m glad we’re in your capable hands,” he said firmly.

Tasha smiled.  “Excellent.  Well, let’s get started shall we?” She asked.  Her hand went out to Bethany’s chin and Tasha cupped the delicate cheek of the teenage girl.  “Beautiful, but I expected that.”  She stepped back.  “Now child, if you’ll come with me, we’ll get you prepped for the shoot, not to mention packaging.”

Robert pushed Bethany forward and under Tasha’s hand and it was to Beth’s credit that she only looked back at her father once.  Tasha led Bethany off to the side of the room where there was a canvas director’s chair set up, along with a small table covered with makeup supplies.  As Robert Sterling moved closer to John Stone, the men watched as Tasha encouraged Bethany to remove her clothing and have a seat, all while opening the makeup case.

“That’s one fine looking girl you have there, Mr. Sterling,” Stone said quietly, watching as Bethany peeled the halter top off over her head, shaking her long blond hair outward.  Her well-formed breasts were just the right size to make a man’s mouth water.  More bare skin was revealed and then the blue denim shorts were slid down Bethany’s shapely legs.  She wasn’t wearing panties.  She stepped out of the fallen material at the same time she pulled her feet from the flip flops.  Then she hopped up into the canvas chair.  Robert couldn’t suppress a grin when his daughter looked at them mischievously and deliberately spread her legs as wide as the chair frame would let her.

“Oh yes.  That’s very fine,” Stone whispered, his eyes focused momentarily on Bethany’s perfect pink slit.  Then he turned back to look at Robert.  “Actually Mr. Sterling, another opportunity has developed and I wanted to discuss it with you in private.  Do you have a moment?  It will take Ms. Edwards about fifteen to twenty minutes to get your daughter’s makeup done.

Robert gave Stone a quizzical look. “Another opportunity?  A&E has been exceedingly generous with me already.”  Robert remembered back to the day he had taken his daughter Cindy to A&E’s open house.  It had been an eventful and very profitable day.

John Stone smiled. “Well the video of your daughter Cindy testing the short term tenderizer has made our business boom.  We even have developed a portable unit that we take to special events.”  Stone shook his head.  “Cindy’s performance was exceptional.  And very flavorful.”

Sterling nodded.  “Sure.  I’m always willing to listen to opportunities.”

Stone clapped Robert on the back.  “Great.  Let’s go back to the sales floor then.  We can discuss it there.”  The two men walked away and exited the double doors, leaving Bethany in the capable hands of Tasha Edwards.  

Tasha began applying base to Bethany’s face.  “Nervous?” she asked the young girl as the small pad was worked around Beth’s cheek bones.

Bethany smiled. “No. Just hungry.  I haven’t had anything to eat since yesterday.”

Tasha nodded sympathetically. “I know.  It sucks, doesn’t it?”

Beth shrugged. “I’ve had to deal with worse before.  But still, I wouldn’t say no to a slice of pizza right now.”

“Sorry kiddo.  You’ll have to wait until you get to camp for that.  But I promise you that the food at camp is great.”

Beth grinned. “Have you been there? Did you go when you were younger?”

Tasha laughed and started applying the eyeliner.  “No. That was before my time.  A&E didn’t even start up until four or five years ago and their patented processing became the national standard.  Summer camp is only three years old too, so I didn’t get a chance to go.  Besides, I don’t even rank a C on the rating scale, so it wouldn’t be worth it to have me tenderized anyway?  Who would want me?”  Tasha leaned back and cast an appraising eye at Bethany.  “We better put on some mascara too, but not too much.  It won’t go well with the packaging process.”

Beth’s eyebrows went up.  “What exactly IS going to happen, Ms. Edwards?” Bethany asked. “My dad wasn’t very specific.  He just said that instead of driving me up to camp, I’d be ‘shipped’, which doesn’t make much sense to me.”

Tasha smiled and began applying the mascara.  “Well, I don’t want to ruin any surprises,” she said stoically.  “But rest assured, your adventure is about to start!”  Tasha finished Beth’s eyes and then took a small step back, her eyes slipping up and down the girl’s body.  “Bethany?  Are you wet?” Tasha asked quietly, looking around.  Even the technicians had left and Chris Haft, the video director was looking at his equipment.

Beth gave Tasha a sheepish smile.  “A bit.  It’s sort of a turn on being here, all naked and stuff.”

“Can I touch you?” Tasha asked quietly, almost desperately.

“Uh, if you want.”  Beth’s legs were already wide apart, the pink folds of her flower exposed.  Tasha extended her hand, the thin fingers lightly caressing Beth’s petals.  

“Hmmmm….” Beth said, moaning lightly.

“Do you like that?” Tasha asked with a small smile.

“Oh.  Oh yes, Ms. Edwards.”

“Call me Tasha, Bethany.  You’re so soft.  I’ll bet you’re delicious too.  I’m going to taste you now.”  She paused for half a second, just to see if Bethany objected, but the girl clearly was willing.  Beth scooted forward in the chair as Tasha went to her knees.  A second later the packaging director’s tongue was slipping through Beth’s sex, licking Bethany’s clit as the small girl’s chest heaved.  Beth’s hips rolled forward as the teenager began rubbing her sex along Tasha’s face and Beth’s fingers tightened on the chair.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” Tasha asked, pulling her face out from between Bethany’s thighs for just the time it took to say the words.  Her lips glistened with Beth’s juices.

“Oh God yes, Ms. Edwards.  Please? Can I cum?”

Tasha reached down and unbuttoned her lab coat.  Her almost non-existent breasts were just bumps and Beth’s well-formed bosom made Tasha’s chest look even more underdeveloped.  Tasha reached down and began fingering herself, her tongue once more dancing through and across Beth’s nether regions.  Tasha even went lower, licking at Beth’s perineum and bottom.  Both women moaned, though it was clearly Beth who was closer to orgasm.

“Cum for me,” Tasha murmured right into Bethany’s soft folds.  Beth groaned, thrusting her hips forward.  

“I can’t… hold it…” Beth whispered, straining.  Her toes curled and the stress was obvious in the teenager’s body.

“Then don’t.  Squirt it all over me!” begged Tasha and then drove two long fingers into Bethany’s body.  Beth cried out, jerking a bit and a spray of fluids shot out of the girl’s loins, splattering the packaging director across the torso.  Tasha bent back down, suckling Beth’s clit into her mouth even as she pulled her hand away from Beth and then firmly pushed those same, goo covered digits into her own cunt.  Tasha shuddered, the scent of Beth’s cum filling her nose even as the taste of the petite teenager filled Tasha’s mouth.  Finally Tasha’s own orgasm left the packaging director breathless, her cheek against Bethany’s thigh.

“Wow,” Bethany whispered softly.  “That was sweet. My Mom sure would like you.”

Tasha blinked and straightened.  Glancing around to see if anyone had noticed, her hands went back to her coat and she closed it.

“But Ms. Edwards!  You’re all wet!” Bethany protested, leaning forward.  Sure enough, the white lab coat soaked up some of Bethany’s fluids.  

Tasha smiled as she stood up straight. “Hush child.  I want your scent on me for the rest of the day.  It’s not like any of the men here would give me the pleasure.”  The last sentence was delivered with a rueful sigh.

Beth bit her lip. “My dad probably would if you asked him.  He’s a nice guy.”

The packaging director gave Beth a sad smile.  “Oh, Beth.  I’m sure he is.  But I’m not much to look at. I’m pretty enough in the face, but the rest of me…” she left off saying anymore and then bit her lip.  Tasha shook her head, obviously ordering her thoughts.  “Let’s finish up, shall we?  Then we can get things going for you.”

Beth grinned, somewhat relieved.  Tasha grabbed the makeup kit and began adding more color around Beth’s eyes.  Finally Tasha appeared satisfied and put the small makeup applicator back down.  “You look beautiful, and just a bit older too.  Why don’t you go and find your dad and Mr. Stone and let them know we’re ready?”

“Okay!” Bethany hopped down from the chair, not noticing the massive wet spot she left on the canvas seat.  She didn’t bother with her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and instead marched past Haft who eyed her naked body with sincere appreciation.  Bethany pushed on the double doors and saw John Stone talking quietly with her dad.

“Beth?” Robert asked, spotting his daughter peeking out from the packaging room.  “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, absolutely!  It’s just that Ms. Edwards said I’m ready and she wanted me to get you and Mr. Stone.”

Stone nodded.  “That’s fantastic, Bethany.  We’ll be right there,” he said.

Beth smiled then turned and went back through the doors.

“Bethany?” Mr. Haft said politely, appearing suddenly behind the girl.  Bethany blinked but then smiled. 

“Yes Mr. Haft?”  She asked.  She walked over to the tall and gaunt director and gave him a beaming smile.  It was clear she knew the effect her nudity was having on the men.  The bulge in the director’s pants was certainly signal enough.  

“I’d like to get a series of photographs of you with the shipping containers first.  You know, just silly poses.  I’ve got a spot set up on the far side of the room.”  He pointed.  Bethany nodded and began walking over to the setup.  Several containers, both white and opaque, sat positioned carefully on a black floor while a similar background set the scene.  Grinning, she went over to one of the large cases, climbed up on top of it and spread her knees to the far corners.  Throwing her head back, her beautiful breasts were pushed forward while the shaved and glistening slit of her sex was predominantly displayed.

“Holy crap,” muttered Haft, grabbing a camera and hurriedly snapping about a dozen pictures from a variety of angles.  “Okay, Beth.  Find another position.”

Bethany grinned and moved to another one of the cases.  This one was on its side and she straddled it, her hips grinding as she rubbed her sex on the edge of the case.  Haft took more shots.  She was clearly good at modeling.  The sound of the main doors opening behind them didn’t distract either the photographer or the model.  John Stone and Robert Sterling approached.

“Your daughter seems to be a natural model,” Stone observed as Bethany moved to her third pose, this time lying on her back across the case, her head hanging off the edge while her eyes stared at Haft’s camera lens.  One leg was up, her toes pointed, while she cupped her own breasts, squeezing the full mounds together and upward, making them look twice as impressive.

“Yeah, she’s a poser all right.  We have a hard time keeping her clothed at home,” Robert said with pride.

Stone laughed. “Why bother?”

Robert grinned. “I know, right?”

“It seems almost a waste when you see how good she is in front of a camera,” Stone mused.

Robert looked at him curiously.  

Stone caught Robert’s gaze as Bethany moved into a different position, this time sitting cross-legged on the case, the angle perfect to display her quite wet and spread sex.  “Oh no, I have no intention of shorting the client if that’s what you’re thinking, Mr. Sterling.”

Robert shrugged.  “If you made a better offer…” he said, his voice trailing off.

Stone frowned.  “It’s not that.  It’s ethics.  A&E would be poorly served if we did things like that.  But look, it seems Haft is done with the photography.  This means we should be ready to start the packaging process.”

“Bethany?” Tasha said from the side, watching like a hawk.  “Can you please step over here?”  

Bethany climbed down off the white plastic crate and immediately went to Tasha.  Robert and John Stone followed as Tasha led the petite girl to the back of the room.  Positioned several feet out from the corner of the packaging area was a copper table, the edges turned up like a pan, easily big enough to hold a full sized person spread-eagled.  Around the edge of the table was a black pipe frame, manacles positioned at all four corners.  There were also two more cross bars, one positioned at the center of the table while the other one was a foot and a half closer to the head of the table.  Several other machines were close by, several on rollers, and there were a disturbing number of hoses dangling from several extendable arms.

Tasha pulled a small step stool out from under the table.  “Bethany?  Can you please climb up onto the table?  Lay face down sweetheart.”  

Bethany gave the table an unwelcome glance. “It looks cold,” she said hesitatingly.

Tasha put her hand on the copper. “It is, Beth.  But I promise you’ll warm up quickly enough.”  The packaging director tapped one of the nozzles.  “This is full of really warm water and we’ll get you sluiced up in no time.”

The naked teenager took a deep breath, glanced at her father for reassurance, and then nodded.  Robert Sterling held out a hand to help her up the step stool and she took it until she was able to crawl up onto the table.  Carefully she began to lay down, the metal bar in the middle of the table directly under her hips which raised her bottom high up into the air and exposing her stomach.  Tasha hurried over and removed the other crossbar, lifting it on a hinge and allowing Beth to lay down, her soft breasts pressing into the cold copper metal.  The cute teen shivered once but then stretched out her arms and legs.

The two technicians hurried over and, along with Tasha, quickly began to secure Bethany to the metal frame.  The manacles were steel, but padded along the inside with industrial rubber, and they fit tightly around the girl’s petite wrists and ankles.  She whimpered again as goose bumps rose across her skin.  Both men ran their hands across her back and flank, fingertips lightly grazing her skin, which actually caused her to shiver and squeal slightly.  One of the men even slipped his hand between her legs, fingering her wet slit and eliciting a soft moan.  Everyone smiled at Beth’s predicament.

Robert Sterling looked on in both appreciation and pride.  From his position near the foot of the table, albeit out of the way so he wouldn’t be caught on camera, his daughter’s bum was raised nicely into the air by the steel pipe under her hips.  Her pink slit was on perfect display, her legs pulled apart, the triangle of her soft petals leading up to her anus was like a buffet, waiting for the first rush of hungry guests.  For a moment, he wished he was the one preparing the girl.

The technicians brought a pair of copper hooks, the end of each piece of curved metal fitted with a pressure pad.  These they tucked between Bethany’s buttocks and pulling slightly, opened her bottom even further as they attached the hooks to the metal frame.  It was as if the girl had been directed to reach back and take hold of her own rear, spreading it.  The tiny brown star of Beth’s rear end winked at them as Tasha snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and picked up a bottle of lubricant oil.  She laid a hand on Bethany’s rump, lightly squeezing.

“How often have you had anal sex, Bethany?”

Robert Sterling suddenly shifted awkwardly.  He wasn’t looking forward to his daughter’s answer.  It would be embarrassing.

“Never,” Bethany said.  “I’ve had a finger in there a little, but that’s it.”

Everyone turned and looked at Robert in surprise. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets.  “It’s not really something I enjoy,” he admitted.  “So I don’t encourage it.”

“That’s not really doing them any favors you know,” Stone said quietly, but sympathetically.  “Really, if you’re going to prepare them…” his voice trailed off as Tasha nodded and took a deep breath.

“Bethany, I’m going to lube your bottom.  I’ll try to be gentle.  Just open up as much as you can and relax.  Try not to close up.  Okay?”  Tasha turned to one of the technicians.  “Better gag her.”

For the first time, Bethany whimpered.  One of the techs came forward with a standard red ball gag and quickly fitted it into the teen’s mouth.  Tasha frowned, shaking her head, and then poured a liberal amount of oil onto Beth’s ass.  It trickled wetly down her crack, over the tiny orifice and down to her slit.  Tasha began rubbing the oil all over Beth’s crotch, working her hand through and across Beth’s sex as well as her bottom.  The gloved hand went low enough to graze Beth’s clit and the young girl let out a light cry as Tasha suddenly thrust a finger into Beth’s sex, pumping lightly.  It didn’t take long before the girl was rolling her hips and as Tasha worked her back into an aroused froth the packaging director extended another finger and began caressing Beth’s anus.

It didn’t take long before Bethany was bucking, her throaty moans making it obvious that the stimulation of her anal sphincter was certainly adding to her sexual experience.  Tasha pushed, driving her finger in deeper, her movements picking up speed.  Eventually her whole hand was pumping, finger fucking both of Bethany’s holes as the young girl began to cry out, the ball gag muffling most of the sound.  Then Tasha pulled out of the girl’s sex and merely drove her finger in and out of Beth’s ass.  Full thrusts, the length of the digit followed and Bethany shook, her fingers clenched tight.  Then Tasha switched to her forefinger, adding length and width.  The teen took it, though everyone could see her body twitching.

“Don’t tighten!” Tasha said strictly, giving Beth a light spank.  The teen let out a ragged sob, her head nodding as her hair spilled down and hid her face.  “Yes.  That’s perfect.  Take it.  You can do it,” Tasha whispered.  Then the packaging director looked up at the technician across from her and nodded.

Part Two of Beth's Shipping at A&E