The Selection

The Selection

Story: #11
Copyright ©2005
Written: January 04 2005
A story By: KaosAngel &
Anonymous friend
Proofed by: PiasaBird2004
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Jessica stood on the corner of the downtown street thinking “Damn why did I have to be the one to be laid off, what am I going to do?, I was there for five years that bitch Heather should have been the one laid off!”. She waited impatiently for the light to change her thoughts were on the job she had just lost and what she was going to do about all of her bills.

She crossed the street and was unaware of the man watching her cross the street with great interest, at 5’1, 110lbs, blonde hair and sky blue eyes, 20 years of age she had a natural beauty about her, even the women took a second look. She was wearing denims that fit her every curve and looked like she poured herself into them, her train of thought was derailed when the man who had been watching her said “Excuse me young lady, I am with the state Alternative meat authority May I see your registration card?” Jessica froze and replied “I don’t have it with me sir” the man now looking at her with concern, “but I do know the number, it is 230871-A” she said again nervously.

He pulled out a hand held computer and then punched in the numbers looked up and said Jessica Swanson? Her answer was “correct”. He smiled at her and said “well, Jessica it seems that all of your inspections are current, all of your counseling sessions have been met and you are in good physical shape”

Jessica sighed with relief as she had always tried to meet the obligation that had been given to her as an Alternative Meat Female since she turned of age at 18 and was extremely proud of her Prime Stock rating by the USDA.

The man once again looked up at her “However although you are current it is an automatic strike against your record, I am required to take you to the nearest processing facility, you will have to explain to the judge why you don’t have your ID card with you, Place your hands behind your back please” Jessica offered no resistance to his request, a white van pulled up and she was helped inside along with several other girls about the same age, the seats were comfortable and the other girls were friendly and talking amongst them selves.

The van merged onto the freeway and about 10 minutes later it turned off and on to several side streets and into a large parking lot the only sign outside the large off white building said “PRFPC”, One by one the girls were helped from the van and into a hall way The sign read
“All arriving females will report to Section #3”

She felt her hands being freed and the man “please come this way Jessica” he asked pointing in the direction of a long hallway.