"Hello, Julie. Unlikely encounter, isn't it?."

A horribly familiar face looked at me with annoyance. Fading blonde hair dye still stuck to her tired hair. Eyes missed garish makeup. Curves, maybe not as desired anymore but still respectable, still painted with an excessive tan. Dotted lines across her body and a red stamp of a "B" is a nice addition. A fitting grade indeed.

"Oh, hello…Mark. You work here?" Julie swallowed, noticing at emptied carcasses hooked on the line.
"I am." I tied an apron around my waist. "Long time no seee sence graduation, eh?"
"Yeah…Have you seen anyone else from the class?"
"Butchered Kate and Liza a month ago. They volunteered for a lesbian couple roast. Kinky little sluts…What's your story?"
"Ugh, my brother needed money for college, so mom persuaded me to sell myself."
Not your first time, I thought. "Well, good luck to your brother in college. Put your hands and feet on restrains"

Julie hesitantly followed my instructions. Shackles clicked, latching on Julie's limbs.

"Need one last orgasm before the process?"
Startled at first, Julie was about to lash out and call me a pervert, but she quickly changed her mind. "Just don't do anything wierd with my body after I'm dead! You heard me?"
"Don't worry. I'm a professional – I don't want to ruin perfectly good piece of meat."