King of the Meatworks Part 1: The Beginning, The Trial

*Blurb:
Scarlet needs a job badly enough to apply to a local abattoir, Brooklyn Ltd. She does the training and undergoes a trial where she meets the gorgeous Amir, a hard-ass supervisor with a soft spot for Scarlet. Want to know what happens? Then keep reading and if you like, ask for more*

I'd gone through Hell. Literally. The heat. The blood. The stench. The sounds. And that fucking singing. I'd survived. It was down to three now. And there was only one position available. I was determined. If I had to murder the other two, I would. And hide both the bodies. Clip after clip, carcase after carcase. I clipped the esophagus of each passing ram. "To keep the shit in it's stomach" he had said with a slight sneer that egged me on. To really prove myself and rub in my success. The gorgeous dark-skinned man with black hair, brown eyes and the sweetest smile. He said his name was Amir, kill floor supervisor.
I thought it was more like "Evil bastard".

"Now, your instructor told me there were two females here who were terrified of blood" He had said at the beginning of our trial.
There was only a slight problem. There were only two females.
"We're not scared of blood" We told him, more than a little confused.
His features darkened and twisted into a terrifying grin.
"Good" He said. "I want you two girls on the kill floor with me along with the Cuban fellow"
Fuck.
What had we just done?
"Yes sir" Was all I could say.

Now, here I was. Five hours into the trial. It was just me, the other female, Macey, and the Cuban, Stefan. Out of the original twelve, it was just us with one hour to go. I was clipping, Macey was washing and Stefan, poor bastard, was plugging. Yes. Plugging. "To keep the shit in it's stomach" Amir had said. Evil bastard. My wrists were cramping, my toes were numb, I was sweating and covered in blood. But I'd never admit it.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head a little. Amir. "How are you feeling?" He asked, his thick Iraqi accent a little rough on the ears but his smile? Very easy on the eyes. "Just fine, sir" I smile through my pain and lie through my teeth. "You're a strong one. Good" He smiled his perfect smile and wandered off to talk to Stefan. Stefan had started turning green about an hour ago when he'd missed. And it didn't stay in the stomach. The noise was incredible. I couldn't hear what was said but Amir clearly wanted Stefan off his floor and Stefan was glad to oblige. He handed the rod to Amir and stripped off his gloves and plastic apron and left. One to go.

Macey was a pretty rough character "From Perf" she says. Aussie as they come with a heart of gold she was. But her downfall was that she didn't really like getting too dirty. Amir seemed to pick up on that but still gave her a chance in the skin off section where it was a little cleaner. I was in skin on, where it stank and was dirty. With that fucking singing. I worked my fingers to the bone trying to frantically keep up until I was tapped on the shoulder by Amir and sent downstairs to strip and shower. I was so happy to rip that damn apron off. I washed my boots and hands then hurried downstairs where I tore off the white uniform I was supplied and face mask then hopped in the shower.

The hot water was luxurious. It washed away the stench, the blood and the sweat. But did little to wash away what I'd seen. I shut my eyes in an effort to forget and scrubbed until my skin was pink and raw. I turned off the taps and pat dried myself. Since there was no one else in the locker room, I stepped freely out of the shower and dried myself properly. I began to dry my hair when I heard someone clear their throat. "We're all women here" I called. "Actually I'm not"

That thick velvety accent. I spun quickly to see Amir leaning against the doorway in his blood-stained "whites" and knife scabbard with a very amused smile on his face staring at, well, me. Butt-naked me. With a towel on my head. Frozen. Like a fucking deer in headlights. I shrieked and ripped the towel off my head and wrapped it tightly around my body. He laughed and waved a hand as the heat in my cheeks began to rise and the juices between my legs began to drip. "I just came by to check on you and tell you that you start Wednesday next week at 6am. I'll be waiting for you at the laundry. Skin test is tomorrow at 5pm and vaccination is Tuesday next week at 5pm" His voice rippled through my body. I could feel my face turning bright red. Not out of embarrassment that my new boss had just seen me naked, but...it was something else. I nodded quickly, staring wide-eyed at this man who had just strode into the sanctuary of women like he was king and didn't even bat an eyelid at seeing a nude newbie. He laughed again and sauntered on out.

After I'd dumped my soiled whites at the laundry, I flicked my hood up and nearly sprinted through the car park. I was stoked that I had a job but still embarrassed from the locker room incident. I didn't want to see him again so soon. I had caught the bus due to my motorbike being at the mechanics which meant running a good 3 minutes or so through the plant. Fuck this place was huge. When I got to the gate, I threw my mask at the security guy, Barry, and continued. His laugh followed me out the gate and onto the service road.

I plopped down at the bus stop and took out a pack of cigarettes. "Ay darl, where's mine?" I heard a bogan female voice approaching. "Right here" I smiled, holding one out for her. Macey sat down beside me and took it. She lit up, inhaled deeply and exhaled. The stench of nicotine and tar began lacing the air. "Bloody Hell, how'd you do, darl?" She asked. "I did well. Got a job" I nodded. "Aw fuck me dead, you for real?" She grinned. "Yeah I'm for real" Exhaling with relief. "Nah good on ya, darl. You deserve it" Macey patted my back. "Cheers for that" I say as I crush out my cigarette, seeing the bus approaching. Macey's voice became a bit of a drone in the back of my mind as I kept thinking about the gorgeous, yet invasive man. Amir. Evil bastard.