Dorothy's Diner Mexicana (Burrito Babe)

“I’m so excited,“ said the girl as she bounced through the door, the small bell at the top shaking wildly as it threatened to tear loose.

The woman with graying short hair asked, “What are you so happy about, did the new stock of girls come in?”

Patty frowned and replied, “No, not yet. Her expression brightened once more and she said, “It’s the new menu I have been working on. It’s going to bring in a lot more customers.”

The older woman rolled her eyes and said as she dropped a skillet onto the gas burner, “We have more customers now than we can find meat for.”

“I have a plan for that too,“ said the beaming girl.

A girl older and with dark hair entered the diner from the kitchen and said sarcastically as she saw Patty, “Dorothy, what’s she up to now, I know that look.”

Dorothy laughed jollily and said, “She has some new menu planned and also a plan to bring more meat girls in.”

Before anyone else could say anything Patty went on the offense and said, “Wait until you see the menu I have planned. It’s only a beginning, but I think it will be a huge hit. People are tired of the usual barbeque.”

“No one ever gets tired of your barbeque,“ said Betty.

Dorothy said, “Every since she started college she has been coming up with fancy idea. That sushi thing she came up with didn’t go over well. Girl meat was never intended to be sushi.”

Patty conceded and said, “Okay so that wasn’t one of my best ideas, but this is sure to be a hit.”

It was Betty’s time to concede, which everyone always did at some point to Patty. She asked, “What’s this wonderful idea?”

“Mexican!” she exclaimed.

The two older women looked at one another and said nothing, but they were thinking the same thing. Patty watched them both hoping their expression might give her a hint on how they felt. Betty finally said, “I think you have something there.”

Patty squealed and threw her arms around her older sister. She said, “This is going to be the best ever.”

Betty carefully unwrapped the younger sister’s arms from around her and asked seriously, “This menu doesn’t include you does it? You know we are shorthanded as it is.”

With a frumpy expression, Patty replied, “No. I’ve about given up hope of ever being roasted. I’ll be too old for roasting soon. I’d be fit for barbecue only, or bleh… hash.”

Dorothy laughed and said, “Oh sure, at nineteen you are over the hill and tough. We might as well send you to the old folks home.”

Not noticing the humor in the woman’s voice, Patty said dejectedly, “Yea, you are right.”

The small bell on the front door dinged and they all turned to look. A small woman with long dark hair and olive skin asked nervously, “Is this the Dorothy’s Diner that had the ad on the Internet at Gabrielle’s Custom Writing?”

Patty said excitedly, “It is, you are just in time.”

Betty shook her head and asked, “You ordered meat already?”

She smiled impishly and replied, “I knew you would say yes so I took the liberty. Besides, a menu isn’t any good if we don’t have the right meat.”

“So you think you had to have Mexican meat for a Mexican menu?” asked Betty.

Patties eyes were wide and bright as she replied, “Of course.”

The short beautiful Mexican girl asked, “Have I done something wrong?”

Dorothy, the consummate grandmother went to the girl and put an arm around her and said, “Oh no dear. You go sit at one of the tables until we decide what to do and then one of the girls will help prepare you.”

The girl said nervously, “Is it ok that I have no papers?”

They three other women laughed and Patty said, “No dear, no papers needed here.”

That seemed to relax the girl a little. She sat primly in one of the diner booths. Dorothy asked the Mexican girl, “Are there more friends of yours that might be interested?”

The girl beamed and said, “Yes, hundreds. Your diner is famous through out Mexico.”

Betty laughed and said, “Doesn’t look like meat is going to be a problem.” She looked at Patty and asked, “Is there any particular reason you need Mexican girls?”

Excited as usual, Patty replied, “They come already seasoned.”

Dorothy and Betty could only groan, while the Mexican girl looked perplexed. Betty said, “Lets have our guest here make the arrangements for her friends to come and then we can look at your menu and see if it needs any refinements.”

As always, Patty got her way. The only thing the girl had ever been refused was to be spitted and roasted. Betty would never allow that to happen, but Dorothy was beginning to be a proponent of the idea. The older woman had said she could find someone to replace Patty.

A week later a dozen Mexican girls were line up at the commercial kitchen that set in a field behind the diner. The operations had long ago grown too large for the small diner. Patty singled out the girl that had first arrived at diner. The girl’s eyes were wide with excitement, she said, “I am so honored to be cooked at the famous Dorothy’s Diner.”

Patty, a little jealous said, “Yea, you should be. Come into the kitchen, its time to get started.”

She led the girl to the shower stall and turned on the steaming hot water. The water was so hot it was only a few degrees from raising blisters on the flesh. They liked to be sure the meat clean. Patty stripped off her clothes and kneeled in the stream of steaming water. She then stuck her tongue to the girl’s clit. For Patty this was the best part of working at the diner, tasting the food before it was cooked.

She eased her tongue into the girl’s pussy, the hot water falling on and around them, Patty’s blonde hair matted to her head as she licked hungrily at the pussy. She wanted to hear the girl scream with the last orgasm of her life, that is unless she had one while being cooked, which sometimes happened. She bit at her clit, causing the brown skinned girl to scream.

Between her tongue and her teeth she quickly brought the girl to orgasm. Everyone on the kitchen turned to stare at the pair. Most watched Patty as she fondled her own breast and clawed excitedly at her own clit and pussy. Just as the brown skinned girl’s orgasm waned, Patty’s blossomed into a full explosion.

Betty turned off the shower and Patty lay on her back, her knees up and spread exposing her pussy or all to see. She said excitedly, “Damn that was so good. There is something about having sex with a new menu.”

Betty laughed at her sister and said, “Come on, we have a lot of work to do before the guest arrive tonight.”

Patty led the girl to a stainless steel table and said, “Hop on, its time to get you prepared.”

The girl that was thought of only as food at the diner hopped on the table, still feeling the effects of the wonderful orgasm the younger girl had given her. She laid back, her long full black hair hanging off the table. Her smooth flat stomach was pulled taught, presenting itself for what was to come.

Patty lifted the ten-inch butcher’s knife and said, “Lets not do a lot of screaming, it upsets the dinner guest.”

The girl lying on the table nodded. Patty pressed the blade to the taut and with no fanfare slid it across the brown flesh. She cut quickly and expertly, opening the belly and then reached in to pull out the contents of the abdomen.

The girl only whimpered at what should have been a painful ordeal. She had prepared most of her life for this moment and had learned to control her body’s ability to feel pain. One of the kitchen helpers brought over a tray of food and Patty began stuffing it in the empty cavity of the girl. Jalapenos, Onions, Chilies, and Cheddar cheese all went into the girl. Just before Patty sewed her closed, she poured in generous amounts of Chili power and Cumin.

Patty said to one of the staffers, “Get Raphael and take her over to the preparation table. Its time to get her rolled up.”

The young cook was excited about her new creation. While the head chef was dubious, she said nothing. The experienced cook knew in the past Patty’s had ideas often worked out well. The woman did her job and made sure everything was in place and ready for Patty.

They placed the Mexican girl on a large butcher-block top table that has a huge tortilla laid out on it. Patty said, “Lay her just off center so that the ends will fold up properly.”

They did as she said and Patty began to dump more Chilies, Jalapenos, onions, Cheddar cheese, and tomatoes. The girl wiggled and said, “That’s cold.”

Patty laughed and said, “That’s ok, think will warm up soon.”

With more chili powder and cumin sprinkled on the girl, Patty pulled the short end of the tortilla over the girl. She then folded over the tortilla at the girl’s head and feet. She then, with the help of the chef, rolled the girl until she the tortilla was rolled tightly around her. Patty asked, “Is the pan ready?”

A man replied, “Its perfect.”

It took four of them to carry the burrito babe to the frying pan. The bottom of the pan had thin layer olive oil in it. Patty said, “I hope this olive oil works out ok, I just don’t like using corn oil. Ok lets lift her in there and roll her with the wrap. I want to make sure she is coated all around with the oil.”

As soon as the burrito babe hit the hot oil, it sizzled and popped wildly. Several of them got a blister from the popping oil, but they managed to get her completely covered in the oil. The Mexican girl had trained herself well; there has been only a small yelp as the hot oil splashed in on her. Patty said, “Ok, lets get the lid on so she cooks even.”

It didn’t take long for the aroma to permeate the kitchen. Everyone was starving by the time the burrito babe was finished. It took only an hour for her to cook. That was the advantage of using smaller girls for such things. When they spit roasted, the bigger the girl the better.

Dorothy and Betty, and most of the staff were sitting at the table when Patty called out, “Okay, I am starving. Ready or not I am calling it done.”

It took some doing to get the tender morsel out of the hot pan, but they managed, with only Patty getting a blister on her right breast. She laughed and said, “Now that I am cooked this much, maybe we should finish the job.”

Dorothy gave the girl a cutting glance and they all laughed. With the burrito babe on the table they all began to scoop pout bits of the girl meat long with the cheese and vegetables. Betty took a bite and chewed slowly.

Patty couldn’t wait any longer and with her hands on her naked hips, said, “Well... how is it?”

Betty delayed as long as possible to annoy her sister. She then said, “Its wonderful. You have really outdone yourself this time.”

The young girl beamed with delight and said; “If its that good, imagine how much better it will taste with me in it.”

Dorothy laughed and said, “Honey, sit down and eat. As soon as we are through we have twenty Mexican girls we have to put some place until we can cook them. This is going to be the hottest dish we have had at the diner in a long time. It might even replace barbeque as the diner specialty.”

Betty said, “This is good, but nothing will ever replace your down home smoked girl barbeque.”

The end.