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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Wednesday, June 26th, 2013
Hell's Kitchen comes into view just as the men finish piling the fish-filled coolers onto the deck. Pietro, Scott, and Christina stand on the front steps of the restaurant and wave at us as we approach.
When the truck pulls our boat into the parking lot, Ramsay throws the knotted rope ladder and makes his way down. Dave sees his opportunity to be useful and heads halfway down the rope ladder, then holds his hands out for the coolers to be passed downwards. Garrett and Shaun make quick work of moving them off the boat, and soon enough they are cleared from the deck.
I am one of the first to climb down the ladder once the fish was transported. Ramsay stands at the base of the ladder and helps me down, resting his hand on the small of my back for support.
Everyone who had disembarked from the boat has started to carry the coolers inside. Reluctantly, I leave Ramsay's side to help others.
"EEEEEEEE!!" comes a high pitched squeal from behind me. I whip my head quickly to see Bella held in Ramsay's arms, her foot tangled in the rope ladder.
Bella's face is flushed, but she takes the moment of being held to turn her chest into his, pressing her large breasts against him. Her cat-like eyes peer at me from over his shoulder as she does so, taunting me. I feel jealousy rise in my chest like a pot boiling over.
"Clumsy sod!" Chef Ramsay chastises Bella as Dave hurriedly removes the rope from her.
As soon as the rope is gone, Ramsay lets go of Bella. She looks flustered, but the embarrassment on her face quickly shifts to something closer to lust.
"Sorry, Chef. You know how blondes are. Clumsy me!" she jokes, shrugging while she flips her bleached hair over her shoulder and bats her eyelashes at him.
"Not really, Bella," Ramsay states, "in case you haven't noticed, I am blond as well, and I haven't made a fool out of myself. Let's hope you're less ungainly in the kitchen." He stops for a moment and then adds, "if blonde is even your true hair color."
He then makes to peer at the roots of her hair, to which she shrugs away.
"Get to helping the others move the coolers you blundering twit," Gordon says as he turns away from her and back to help the last few people down the ladder.
Bella sees me standing at the base of the steps to Hell's Kitchen and gives me a predatory smile as she brushes past me, grabbing one end of a cooler Gina is working to lift. As she lifts her side, she leans towards me and hisses into my ear,
"Someday soon, Ramsay is going to appreciate my... 'assets'. I have a lot to offer him. Unlike you." The glint in her eye is vicious as she turns away from me and carries a cooler inside with Gina.
The jealousy I had felt earlier multiplies by ten and I become restless. Trying to quell my inner torment, I grab a cooler and single-handedly carry it into the kitchen. It is extremely heavy but the hatred I feel towards Bella could have empowered me to flip a car over at that moment.
As the last of the coolers are brought in, Ramsay approaches the head of the kitchen. Bella moves herself to stand in front of me as Chef begins speaking. I scoff and step further back, moving until I was next to Taylor instead. Taylor notices how Bella has been acting towards me and gives me a knowing glance.
"Right, chefs. This will be your second challenge. We'll be cleaning, gutting and then finally filleting all the fish we caught. Right now, our sous chefs are separating out the fish. Each of you will have one fish, so don't screw it up. For this challenge, each filet must be perfect to earn a point for your team. If I notice anything at all off about it, you will not receive a point. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Chef!" all of us respond loudly.
"Excellent. Let me show you how I expect you to carry out this challenge, so no one will have the excuse of not knowing how. Come close and watch." Ramsay waves us forward.
We make our way over to where we can better see him. Taylor and I lean in from over the stoves to watch. Bella once again tries to cozy up to Chef, very nearly leaning over his shoulder to watch him work. I can feel my hand involuntarily ball into a fist.
Ramsay reaches down below the countertop and pulls up a fish... my fish he'd helped me catch from earlier!
"This beautiful white sea bass shall be used for our example." Ramsay pats the side of the fish as he lays it down on a cutting board.
"Now, this will be a bit messy, so I've given each of you a bucket for your fish guts. Watch carefully."
He takes a sharp knife and presses it into the fish's flesh, "you'll want to make a clean cut. Just put the tip of the knife into the fish's vent and cut right up until you're almost right underneath the chin." He expertly cuts the fish open.
"The next part is not difficult, but might make you a bit squeamish. As a chef, you have to be ready to handle these things. Food doesn't always come pre-packaged." He grins then reaches his hand into the cut he'd made.
"Just pull all the little bits out. If they don't come out easily, cut them out like this." He runs a blade along the inside of the fish and then pulls out the insides.
Jokingly, he turns and holds the fish guts towards Bella, who recoils in disgust and takes multiple steps back until she's at a more respectable distance. With a laugh, he turns back to the fish and resumes teaching. My fist gradually unclenches as I enjoy her obvious discomfort.
"Now before we rinse it out, we'll need to de-scale the fish." Ramsay grabs the tail of the fish and carries it to a sink.
"Take the back of your knife and rub it quickly against the grain of the fish's scales. Do one side, then flip it over to the other side and repeat."
The descaled fish hangs limply in his hand as he turns on the sink, "just give it a good rinse now. Be sure to wash out the insides."
"Finally, the most important part- filleting." He takes the fish and lays it down on a cutting board.
"First, look at the gills. Slice right behind them. Feel the bone halfway through, and come down." He slides the knife skillfully under the flesh.
"Now, turn the fish around and tilt it. Put your hand over the top of the fish and use your clean knife to slice down along the backbone." The sound of the knife running against the backbone is barely audible but makes a small clicking sound.
"Using your thumb, hold the meat of the fish back and use the knife to separate the meat from the bones. Be sure to feel where the bones are so we can avoid getting them in our fillet." He slices the meat cleanly off.
"Hold the head firmly, bring your knife down and just below the spine connecting to the head, and carefully take the tip of the knife from the top to the bottom. Perfectly clean, with not a single spot of meat missing." He pats the meat proudly.
"Let's trim 'round the edge of the fish, and then carefully remove any rib bones. Be sure not to cut off more meat than necessary. Now, slice from the top and remove that dorsal fin. Let's cut that tail off as well, but be sure not to nick anything. Remove the last fins." His knife dances across the fish as he speaks as if performing his instructions on its own.
"We take the two beautiful halves and lay them down on your cutting board. Think about cutting evenly sized portions from your fish. Generally, you should get five fillets from a single side of fish." The knife bobs up and down on the fish, moving effortlessly.
"Voila!" he steps back from the now perfectly filleted fish. Everyone leans in close, nodding and muttering.
"I hope you all paid attention because your challenge begins..." he takes a deep breath and pauses for a moment, "now!"
All of us rush back to our stations and grab our fish. I follow his directions exactly but move a bit slower than some of the others just trying to be sure I don't accidentally miss a bone. While halfway into cutting the second half of my fish off from the bone, I hear a loud "fuck!"
Turning towards the sound, I see one of the red team members, Cindy, holding her thumb.
"What is it, Cindy? Are you alright?" A concerned Ramsay approaches her.
"Ugh, God, I don't know Chef. I think I need to see a medic." Cindy holds her thumb with her other hand, blood seeping from between her fingers.
"Right you are, medic!" Ramsay shouts, leading Cindy into the back of the kitchens.
The rest of us look worriedly after her but eventually proceed with our challenge. Chef Ramsay returns a few minutes later and resumes his post at the head of the kitchen.
One by one, each of us complete our fish fillets.
Once Ramsay sees the last of us complete our challenge, he claps, "Excellent work everyone. I was going to have one of the red team step away to not have their fillets judged and make the teams even, but it seems Cindy will fill that slot. Each of you will be graded out of ten, one point per fillet."
Taylor and Pietro face off first, with Taylor getting 8/10 and Pietro garnering 9/10.
Up next, both Garrett and Gail get perfect tens.
Bella and Dylan step up and both are judged 7/10.
Abel and l bring up our fillets for judgment. Ramsay inspects my fish first, and I manage to get a 9/10. He nods at me, "close, but you have a nick in this one fillet. Be careful, filleting requires a steady hand," he reminds me, his eyes soft. Abel scores a perfect ten, much to my chagrin.
Jay and Mary bring up their dishes, and Jay scores an abysmal 4/10.
"Jay, were you sleeping while making these?" Ramsay's voice booms angrily, using the end of the knife to indicate a full half of the rib cage lodged in the poorly cut fillets of fish, "If I attempted to eat this it'd be closer to eating shrapnel than fine dining!"
Jay hangs his head as he walks back into line. Red pulls just ahead with a 6/10, which ties our teams.
Kalyani and Shaun score an 8/10 each, still leaving us at a tie.
Last up are Gina and Dave. Gina looks nervous as she carries her plate up, while Dave looks completely confident. Fortunately for us, Dave's confidence is misplaced, as Gina scores a perfect 10/10 while Dave scores only 7/10, which makes the red team the winners by a mere 3 points!
The red team collectively lets out their held breath and cheers. The blue team looks miserable.
"Excellent work, ladies! I have the most amazing treat for you in store." He makes eye contact with me, and I can sense there's something meaningful behind his look.
"You'll be going with me to a very special kind of dining event, Dining in the Dark!" He excitedly rubs his hands together before continuing, "Unfortunately, Cindy had to be taken to the hospital for stitches, so she will not be joining us tonight."
"Now for the blue team, you all will be cleaning up this awful stinking fish mess, and cleaning down every inch of the kitchen. After that, you will be ironing out tablecloths and cleaning the dining area for tomorrow's dinner service. You'll also be polishing all of the glassware until it is absolutely spotless."
The blue team stands around grumbling.
Ramsay motions his arm towards the kitchen, "Well? Get to it, men, you'll want to hurry so you can get to bed at a decent time. As for the ladies, please get dressed in something comfortable and come meet your limo at the entrance in ten minutes." He smiles at us all, then waves us to our rooms.
The men watch us with remorse as we cheerfully make our way past them. A chant of "let's go red team!" starts up, and we all get behind it, cheering and dancing our way up to the dorms.
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