Posted by Barbanne on March 15, 2000 at 16:41:06:
THE MEAT MEN.
By Nona.
It was going to be a busy day. Lots of pick ups. Ever since the world became this way, murders, suicides, accidental deaths, so prevalent that nobody could keep up with it, its been really busy for us. Police, morticians, even health authorities can't handle the load. Besides it would be such a waste if it was still done the old way.
That's where us meat men came in. Of course, I was a woman but that didn't matter, in this job we're all meat men, regardless of sex.
Mattie, that's my name, and I was driving the Cabstar truck as we made our way to our first collection site. Frank, that's my partner, he was beside me. The woman's name was Elinor Jack and she'd died during the night. Found by her husband. Probably murder and most probably him done it. Not that anyone cared. We just had to collect Elinor.
I found the address, place out on the east side. Nice. Big house, lovely garden, two cars in the driveway, both imported. We stopped outside and I opened the back doors and then Frank and I went inside. The front door was open, they always leave them open when we're calling. I carried my plastic bag and the lengths of that good strong twine we use and a knife to cut it. Elinor was in the living room. Flat out on her back. She was naked except for a brief pair of really flimsy knickers. Really expensive ones. Maybe Versace. She'd been shot once through the heart. Not much blood, probably the bullet had killed her quick and she'd stopped pumping almost straight away. She was a darkish blonde, natural too. Nice thick hair, cut expensively by the look of it. She had a killer figure, big, soft, teardrop breasts and a nice firm round ass. Long shapely legs and a tight tum. She was really pretty. I reckoned she was about twenty two, twenty three and she was a prime pick up. Bloke probably offed her because he wanted someone else. That happens an awful lot now they know they can do it and no-one cares.
I stripped off Elinor's panties and put them in my bag. What they are actually wearing we get to keep. I figured Elinor's panties would scrub up well, they were a bit scungy right now, and I'd give them to my sister in law. She was about the right size. They were way too big for my skinny ass.
I tied Elinor's wrists together with the twine and then looped it around that sleek tum and tied it off. Trimmed it with my knife and then tied her ankles together, real tight. Frank hoisted her over his shoulder and carted her out to the truck. I followed and closed up the house. Inside the air conditioned back of the truck, I helped Frank while we looped Elinor's bound ankles onto one of the hooks hanging from the roof rails. She fitted nice, hanging upside down with her hair dragging. Her arms were held up at her sides by my wrist tying. The cold would keep her good and fresh and the ride would give her time to drain. You know any blood and stuff that had to run out. The truck floor was drained to a sump so that was OK. Elinor didn't look like she'd bleed or pee much anyway.
I filled in a receipt for Mister Jack, the husband and stuck it in his mail box. As I say, he probably drilled her anyway. But the City insists we give receipts.
Next one was Coral Grove. Name like that she was a pro for sure. We got dozens of pros every day almost. For one thing its what heaps of women were doing nowadays, for another, lots of their Johns reckoned snuffing 'em was fun and no-body cared anyway.
Coral was in a dumpster where someone had found her.
When we arrived we found the dumpster tipped up and Coral lying half in and half out. She only looked about sixteen although she was most certainly older. Thin, redhead, freckly white skin and probably a druggie. She'd been strangled with her pantyhose and her face was all bluish. But she was fresh. I harvested her clothes although to be honest they weren't marvellous. Then I bound Coral's wrists to her tummy and tied her ankles together and we loaded her in with Elinor. They looked cute hanging together there. I left the receipt stuck to the dumpster. Well, I ask you, where had Coral lived? One rat hole was as good as another.
On to Julie Jones. College girl, drowned in the pool during a school swim carnival. Drowned ???, well of course she had drowned. The boys probably held her under long enough to see what happens to a little chick when she's made to breathe water not air for any length of time. School and schoolyard pick ups were among our fastest growing field of business as boys found they could act out their vilest fantasies against girls with impunity in this brave new world. That I saw as a big potential problem. The fact that our pick ups consisted of about three females for every male. Women were the natural victims of men it seemed. The trouble with that according to this dumb female meat man was that one day soon the imbalance would become decidedly unhealthy.
Julie was floating face down in the chlorinated water. I hooked her with the pool cleaner thing and towed her over to the side where I hauled her out. She was about nineteen I guessed. I rolled her onto her back. Her schoolmates stood around and gawped. That's another thing now. The dead have no privacy and no dignity in death. They're just bodies and everyone stares at them. Interfere with them too after they're dead we've found.
I harvested Julie's bathers. Not much but I take everything. I tied her wrists and looped the twine around her waist, bound her ankles tightly and Frank tossed her limp and sodden body over his shoulder and lugged her out of there. I gave the receipt to the teacher in charge and we hooked her up next to Elinor and Coral. Julie had really long straight brown hair and it spread itself over the floor of the truck. She was a very, very pretty girl and had a young, lovely body, still leggy, and a bit soft and curvy the way young chicks are.
We got another five by lunch time.
A checkout chick from the supermarket who had angered a customer by going too slow, and he had brained her with a frozen chook before leaving in a very disgruntled state. She provided me with a store apron as well as her duds and being a long haired blonde made a bit of a contrast with the others we'd collected. Receipted the store manager for her. Two lesbians who'd been discovered in the throes of passion, doing stuff to each other, by the husband of one of them and he'd stabbed her with such ferocity that the knife, it was a breadknife, had gone clean through her and stabbed her partner and lover as well. Finished both of 'em. Sadly they'd both been stark bollocky naked at the time so I got nothing there. I hung them together. One was strong and squat and muscular, the other almost anorexically thin and a head taller. Talk about your odd couple. I receipted the husband. He'd belonged to the gaunt one. I got a bloke about twenty six who'd come off his bike and pulped his head. Got some good motorcycle leathers and his boots. Helmet was stuffed unfortunately and so was his head. I hung him away from the rest as brains and blood and stuff was dribbling out of him quite a lot. Receipted a traffic cop for him.
Then there was a man about forty five who had a case of auto-erotica gone wrong. Hung himself real good. He must have been tossing off at the time so he was naked and we got nothing there. There was no-one around and his landlady who'd found him said he lived alone. I receipted her.
We ate lunch, Frank and me. We sat in the back of the truck to keep cool. Our customers were all hanging there and they didn't eat for sure. It was OK. You get used to them after a while.
After lunch we got the best of all. Judy Allnutt. Judy was English. I reckon about thirty, and she was dressed in black lacy lingerie, crotchless panties, and had been having fun with a giant, electric, vibrator dildo thing. It must have gotten stuck and Judy couldn't turn it off. Well she just pleasured herself to death. Maybe a bit of electrocution too, but mostly pleasure, cause the look on Judy's dead face! Well, I tell you, I've never seen such a sublimely, blissfully, happy corpse. Judy was a looker and she had a body to die for, (and had) although she was a suicide blonde and her brown pubics gave that away. I stripped Judy's lingerie off, it would just about fit me, and trussed her up with twine. Frank hefted her out to the truck and hung her with the others while I receipted her cat.
A double suicide, both young men and an old lady who'd fallen down the stairs finished us up.
We drove our load to French's meat mart. They took the lot.
Elinor and Judy and Julie and the supermarket chick were prime cut stuff. So were the suicides.The skinny lesbian and the auto erotica guy they took for sausage meat and mince. The motor cyclist, he was a mess, and Coral and the old lady all became pet mince. The chunky lesbian they decide would be best as pre-marinated curry mix.
We got paid and took the truck back and washed it out. Frank parked it ready for the morning. Then he tried to kill me cause he'd always said I'd fetch top whack as prime meat. But I got him first. I'll collect him in the morning first thing.
Now if I can only make it home alive!
Shit it's a bad world.