Author's note: This story is set in late 2001, in the White Slave Act of 2000 universe, after the Alternate Meat Source act was passed, but before it was in common use. For more stories in the WSA2000 universe click here http://www.darkeroticfiction.com I look over the help wanted ads in the Eastlake World. Find this "Inspector and driver wanted. Must have open mind. Call Hill's at 555-1212" Well, that looks promising. Given my current job is driving me crazy, might as well go by and see what this is all about. I give them a call and set up an interview. On the day of the interview, I show up at the office they directed me to. It is a hiring agency, not their location. A nice looking blond takes my information and directs me wait in interview room number one. After 5 minutes or so, a guy wearing a nice casual suit comes in. He looks over my resume and application form, making a few marks here and there on the papers. After a minute or so of this, he looks up "So, Josh, what did you think of the girl that you first meet when you came in here? Would you like to cum in her mouth?" What the hell? Well, I've got a job, it's not like that if I don't get this job it's the end of the world, might as well see where this is going. "Sure, I mean, I'm a guy. Even the gay guys like blow jobs." He nods and makes a mark on my application, then stands up and walks to the door "Send her in.." he calls out. A few seconds later the blond girl from the outer office walks in. The guy in the suite says points at me and says to her 'Blow him'. She nods and drops to her knees in front of me. She opens my fly and starts to lick and suck on my dick. While she is doing that Mr. Suit starts asking me questions. "Do you hunt or fish?" I tell him I do. He hands me a stack of papers, and tells me to rate each woman shown on them from 1 to 10. While I was doing this, then blond was going to town on my dick. About half way through the rating I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was about to blast. She could tell as well and went all they way down on me and took it directly into her throat. Mr. Suit asked me "Did you just cum in her mouth?" When I told him that I did, that's when he dropped the bomb shell on me. "The job your interviewing for is 'Alternate Meat Source inspector'. She is a slave, soon to be alternate meat. Do you think you could kill her?" Well, damn. I had heard about the whole White Slave Act, plus the bit about alternate sources to avoid the whole mad cow thing, but didn't think it through. I looked down at her and my dick started to get hard again, thinking about what he just said. "Yeah, I think I could, actually". Mr. Suit made a note on my paper work then said "Well, finish up your ratings, then we will move on to the hands on part of your interview". My hands on part? As apposed to what had happened so far? What ever. I finished up grading the pictures and handed the stack of them back to Mr. Suit. He rapidly looked over my assigned scores, then stood up, "It seems your ratings are in line with our standards. Let's see how you do with actual slaves. Please follow me." As he opened the door, a pair of beefy guys came in. "Take her to the Jessica station." Mr. Suit told them. This had a rather major effect on the girl. She basically started freaking out, as he lead me down the hall way, I heard her scream "NO! I'm not supposed to go there! NO! LET ME GO! NO PLEASE..." After passing a couple of doors, then entered into one. There were 5 nude slaves standing against the wall. "Please rate these 5 from one to ten" I looked at them "Seven, Seven, Nine, Eight, Seven". Mr. Suit nodded, and made a notation on my form. "OK, here, use this and rate how tight they are", handing me a largish rubber dildo. OK, whatever. I walked up to the first, told her to turn sideways and bend at the waist. I applied a little bit of spit to the dildo then pushed it up into her. I moved it back and forth a few times then pulled it out. I went on to the next slave and repeated the process, however I didn't need to lube it up any more. I did the same to the other 3. "OK, number 3 seems the tightest, with 1 and 4 seeming like they were next. 2 and 5 are rather loose, with 5 being the loosest." Mr. Suit made some other notes on my forms. "OK, now check how firm their breasts are. OK, again, whatever, like I'm not going to want to cop a feel off a bunch of naked chicks. I grabbed each one's tits in series. "2 has the firmest, 3 and 4 are OK, but 1 and 5 feel like they have implants, so it's hard to tell". Mr. Suit made more marks. "OK, let's move on to the final hands on test." Mr. Suit lead me through a set of doors on the side of the room. They opened into a room all done in white tile. Even had a drain in the center of the floor. However, what I first notice was the chick that had taken my forms and had sucked my dick during the early parts of the interview was strapped naked onto this machine. There was a 7 foot long steel bar sticking out of her pussy, and there seemed to be a lot of odd gearing and strange bit of machines attached to this whole thing. Mr. Suit walks over to her and puts his hand on the machine. "Josh, meet Karen Caraway, Karen was sold into slavery by her boyfriend about 6 months ago. The thing she is strapped to is called a "Jessica 3000". It's designed to make Karen here into a spit roast. The job you are interviewing for is "An Alternate Meat Evaluator", which means you will be evaluating women for their potential as meat. Your test so far have shown that your personal taste, so to speak, in women, matches up with our current grading guidelines. This is your final test." He hands me a remote control with a green, red and black button on it. "This controls the Jessica 3000. The green button will release Karen, and she will go back to being one of our administrative staff for at least 6 months. The red button will trigger a blade at her throat, cutting it, then start the gutting and impalement cycle after she has died. The black button will gut her and impale her alive. Her fate is up to you." I looked down at Karen. She looked back up at me, silently. I remembered her lips and tongue on my dick, and felt myself getting harder (it's not like I haven't been hard for the last half hour as it is). I looked down at the remote. I looked back at her, then the remote, then Mr. Suit. "What about the girls that I just graded?" "They are going to be processed this afternoon. Karen is the only optional one" I nodded, and looked down at the remote. With out much thought, my thumb fell on the black button. I hesitated for a second or two, then pushed it. The machine sprang to life. The poll, or spit I guess, started to push it's way into her. Blood started dripping out of her pussy. The machine moved the spit at about a foot a second or so, so after 5 or 6 seconds, blood started to come out of her mouth, followed by the steel rod erupting from between her lips. It was like a perverse reverse blow job. From underneath her I heard a motor start up and what sounded like a buzz saw spinning. "That's the gutting system" Mr. Suit announced. "We are having some technical issues with it right now, but in general it removes the upper and lower intestinal track, plus the liver and most of the other internal organs. It's still not working 100%. We've got some people working on fixing it now. Oh, when can your start?" That was 4 years ago. I don't know how many women I have graded in this job, it seems like thousands. Most of them don't end up like Karen did, but that's something I never forget, when I say a women is "Grade A, with the Live Roaster Endorsement", I remember Karen on that machine. And my dick gets a little harder.