Cold Meat

It was a quarter past midnight when Jane clocked in for work. An hour and a half late, she knew she’d be hearing about this from her partner. Pushing through the double doors into the morgue, she was nearly run down by Kathy as she headed past her in the opposite direction.
“Whoa! Kathy, where you headed?” she asked, holding the door open.
“What the fuck do you care!?” she shouted back over her shoulder, “leaving me alone with all those corpses, I’m taking an early dinner.” kathy stopped and threw her a hateful stare. “You know I don’t like it down here by myself,” her voice was thick with emotion, “I’ll be back in an hour!”
With that she took off, Jane let the door swing slowly closed. She knew Kathy hadn’t been happy with her the last few weeks, but she hadn’t realized just how much that resentment had grown. Laying her purse down on the counter she turned and surveyed the room. A gurney sat in the middle of the room, the white sheet silhouetting the corpse beneath it.
This was the basement of the Sherman Brothers Mortuary, she and Kathy were their “dressers”, fixing up the dead to be presentable at their funerals. Jane approached the gurney, curious as to how much work this one would require. There were a couple of other occupied gurneys at the back of the room, but this one obviously needed work first. Pulling back the sheet from it’s face, Jane started in shock, not because of how gruesome he looked, just the opposite as a matter of fact.
He was superb looking, long wavy blonde hair framed a rugged, square-jawed face, he must be only in his twenties, Jane thought to herself. Pulling the sheet a little further back, she could see no evidence of any obvious trauma that would have brought him here. Walking down to the end of the gurney, she yanked the sheet up to examine his toe-tag. She nodded her head ruefully, the tag told her all she needed to know, drug overdose.
What a shame, she thought, so young and good looking. Moving to the side of the gurney, Jane looked around the room out of habit, even though she knew she was alone. Satisfied, she pulled the sheet completely off him and gasped for the second time that night. Lying there between his white thighs was the largest cock she’d ever seen outside a porno movie. It was at least ten inches long and as thick as the cucumber she’d sliced up for lunch that afternoon.
“Somebody’s missing that tonight,” she said out loud. She realized her breath was coming quicker, her heart beating a fast rhythm in her chest. She’d been trying so hard to be good at work, hell, that was why she’d even asked for someone else to work with, to keep her on the straight and narrow. All she could think about now was how Kathy had said she’d be gone an hour…more than enough time to take advantage of a situation like this that she couldn’t pass up.
Reaching out with a shaking right hand, she grasped his flaccid, cold penis and shook it back and forth, like a terrier playing with a chew-toy.