Frozen Lust. Part one.

Chapter 1. Unemployed.

At 28, Simon was not exactly a hard man. Well, almost. His gaze noted street smarts with a certain amount of unsmashed dreams.

He resolutely entered the room, interested and nonchalant at once. Amid the art deco and various potted plants sat a young woman. She had an attitude of such utter indifference, that he was sure she had taken special courses just to master it.

-"Good morning, I do have a 12:30 appointment for the position of meat packer."

- "Please be seated. Mr. Brown will see you presently."

Chapter 2. Employed.

Simon lay exhausted in his bed, taking stock of his day. Who in their right minds would peddle or eat the merchandise he was handling?

Today he had signed , prepared and assisted to load three tonnes of Sperm Whale penis.

The Company (that was its name) specialized in rare meats, advertising as "foods to enhance your erotic liaisons".

He seemed to be getting as jaded as The Company's customers. He had handled Sow's vulvae (eaten since the Roman Empire), Ostrich anuses, Buffalo fetuses...

Looking back, there was that first day in the chamber, where he loaded a whole ton of "Frozen Lust". He had recently asked what was in it, to no avail. All staff in The Company seemed to have started out a week earlier or later than him.

'You worry too much, only Friday to go and you can rest for a bit,' Simon told himself.

Chapter 3. So cold.

He found himself in the industrial house-sized freezer chamber at The Company. His testicles had painfully retreated into his body. He was naked.

He tried to use the door, but it was locked from outside. As he started to pound on it, Soraya (the indifferent receptionist) opened the door. She was also in her birth suit, a Brazilian line like an exclamation mark.

-"Oh, you poor thing! Your poor things! Let me take care of you before the cold kills you".

She led him to the copy room, sat him on the copy machine, which was taking 500 copies of his bare bottom. Heat radiated from the machine into him.

The images in the copy changed to those of their bodies meeting...

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG! The alarm clock blared.

End of part 1

High Wycombe, 30/08/2013.