Zombie Pink (18 page)

She slept for hours and hours
. When she awoke,
it was dark out and she no longer knew
who she was.
She no longer remembered that she had a daughter and a husband and a cat, and that she was writing a children's book and that she was from New Jersey and she watched The Bachelor and her favorite place in the world was Key West, Florida.

All she knew was that she was hungry.

Ravenous.

She shuffled out to the parking lot... not that she knew the words "parking" or "
lot" any more.

There in the parking lot, she saw a young woman who looked so incredibly delicious... not that she knew the words "young," "woman," or "delicious," either.

She just knew that she was hungry.

Hungry for flesh.

Sweet succulent flesh..
.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Nick Carter was horny. But then again, Nick Carter was always horny. He was short, bald (bald on purpose, since he was convinced that made him look "bad ass") and without a girlfriend.

Being without a girlfriend was nothing new to Nick
. He had a few girls who were friends, but friends only, and they made that very clear. He would have laid any one of them, truth be known. He wasn't picky.

Just horny.

And when he was horny (which was all the time) it didn't matter if the woman was fat or old or ugly or flat chested. Nick would do her. He'd do her in an instant!

All he had to do was focus on the good things about the woman....and he, Nick Carter, could always find something good about any woman, whether it was her eyes or her hands or her laugh... anything would do.

Take Dominique, for instance. Dominique was Nick's old coworker in the warehouse where he used to work, before he was fired because
some asshole jerk ratted on him for taking two fucking boxes of nails.

Dominique was forty eight years old
. She
weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds and sported three or four chins, depending the position of her head.
But when Nick thought about Dominique, he didn’t dwell on her age or her
double chins. He
thought instead of her dancing brown eyes, her flirty smile, her sashaying walk, her big fat ass bursting out of her tight black polyester pants, and the way those pants cut into her in front, delineating her overly puffy V area.

Nick
could fantasize about fucking Dominique in the warehouse, her fat white milky white thighs spread, her vagina so plump he couldn't even see the inner lips... her big breasts flopping around, her twinkling eyes saying, "Fuck me Nick! Fuck me, you
hot young stud!"

Of course that never really happened. Nick had a strict "friends only" relationship with the older woman which sometimes included light-hearted sexual teasing, but that was
as far as their relationship went.

So yea...Nick could fantasize about any woman he was in contact with...from the six foot tall geeky girl at the UPS store to the pimply faced goth chick with the purple hair behind the Starbucks counter... no matter how skanky and gross and "unfuckable" his male buddies might consider her
to be.

Nick even had a thing for his mom's friend Bobby; a fifty-something flirt who wore mile long fake eyelashes and
brightly colored capris pants. She had a pretty good ass for a woman her age, Nick always thought.

Oh shit! Nick
just sprouted a semi thinking about his mom's friend's ass!

But Nick could just as easily fantasize about the good stuff - like that bitch, Lisa, who lived across the street and modeled for him.

Now Lisa was no skank. That girl was hot!

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. The bitch looked down her nose at him, Nick could tell. She only pretended to be
a friend
. Unlike Dominique, Lisa wasn't even a real friend. She was just using him for his expensive camera equipment.

These young girls are so deluded
, Nick thought. Yea, maybe they are pretty. But
pretty young girls are a dime a dozen, and the pretty part doesn't even last
. That
Lisa, though
... WHOOO-EEE. What an ego trip. That girl has convinced herself she’s something special. She truly believes that a pile of photos labeled “modeling portfolio” is her ticket to fame and fortune.

Not that the girl wasn’t good looking, because she was. No doubt about that. That’s why Nick didn't mind taking pictures of her, because she photographed so well. It was virtually impossible to get a bad shot of the bitch.

Yea, Lisa
was a great photography subject. In addition,
Nick just loved to imagine the girl's
plump pink shiny lips wrapped around his dick....the lips on her face, that is....ha-ha. Of course the other lips would do very nicely, as well.

So even though
Nick knew Lisa was using him, he didn’t mind. He didn't even charge her for his time. That's because he was simply biding his time. He'd get her to come around.

If nothing else, he'd get her to slowly shed her clothes and pose for him in the nude. He was working on it...slowly but surely, convincing her that she needed all kinds of photos for her
modeling portfolio
. E
ven the X-rated kind.

He was getting even more turned on, just thinking about ordering the bitch around - getting her to obey his every command
. Th
at was almost as much of a turn-on as her hot young body!

Nick stood up from the scotch plaid couch in his parent's basement and ambled over to his photography studio
in the next room. He sat down at the computer and retrieved the SD card from inside the desk. He slipped the card in and opened the file that said, Lisa Back
Yard.

Nick clicked open the file, and there she was, in all her fucking holier-than-thou glory.

If only Lisa knew what Nick did with her "modeling
pictures" when she wasn't around! Serves her right.
..acting like she's so much better than him...

Nick smirked as he stood up and shucked his jeans shorts and underwear. His mom was working the night shift at Whole Foods. He had hours and hours, all to himself.

He clicked through the pictures, eventually choosing a shot of Lisa in a short blue and white sundress. She was kneeling on the grass in his backyard, her long graceful neck arched, her head thrown back as she offered her pretty face to the sun.

For a brief moment, Nick congratulated himself on his superb photography skills.

The play of light and dark on the girl's perfect features; the deep lush green of the grass; the glorious shiny fountain of black hair tumbling back - even though he suspected half of that glorious tumbling hair was fake.

Then the moment was over and Nick focused on one thing and one thing only; the girl's pink pantied crotch, exposed to his hungry horny eyes.

While he was shooting this picture, Nick had instructed Lisa to lift her dress up, just a little. She had resisted. At first.

"Nicky!" she had whined, in a somewhat playful way.

The nickname annoyed Nick, but he let it go.

"It won't be dirty, I promise!" he had insisted, already feeling his dick harden at the prospect of viewing the girl's panties. "Remember...you have to do what the photographer tells you. Number one rule of modeling, sweetie. You can't
risk getting the reputation of a diva.
You watch Top Model, right? You should know that. Besides, we're just friends. I promise I won't get turned on."

Promise already broken
, he had thought.

"I don't know..." she said, trying to sound all cute and innocent.

Lisa's virginal act was starting to get on Nick's nerves. He just wanted to see crotch and ass, damn it!
What the hell did it take
?

He could practically view her sweet little box already, the damn dress was so short. Then he thought of something...

"Unless you have on granny panties...." Nick had teased, with a sly chuckle. "Is that the problem?"

"NO!" she had shouted, clearly insulted.

Inwardly, Nick grinned. He had won!

It was so easy. Just play on the girl's vanity. He tried to adjust his legs so she wouldn't notice his hard-on, which was growing bigger by the second.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the girl grabbed the corner of the blue and white cotton dress and lifted it up... and (to Nick's delight!) up, and up and up.

Soon, he was treated to the sight of light pink panties with lacy trim... probably Victoria's Secret, he guessed... the snooty girl's neat young crotch split slightly in half by the seam of the expensive looking underwear.

Nick's hard-on was really raging, by this point. But he'd gotten a
ton of really good shots, and since he told Lisa to look up towards the sun and close her eyes, she hadn't noticed how out of control his dick was.

He had taken many shots, circling around the girl
like a lion circling its prey. He also got some
superb ass shots... the flimsy pink material straining against Lisa's
somewhat larger than average butt. But this particular crotch shot was Nick's favorite.

Nick slowly stroked himself, making loud animal sounds as he enjoyed Lisa's picture. Those panties.....next time, he'd get her to lower them....just a bit.....maybe he'd glimpse a
tantalizing slice of teenage pussy.....

Since she was so snooty and superior acting, the panty shot was even more of a sweet reward. It made her look so helpless and hapless...was hapless a word? What the hell did it mean? Well anyway, it sounded good.....

WHOMP!

Suddenly, something hit against the basement window.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Oh shit. Someone was
gonna report him
!

That was enough to deflate Nick's erection as he clumsily jammed on his underwear and jeans.

This was fucking embarrassing! Who the hell was it? Some sort of perverted peeping
Tom who gets his rocks off watching other people get their rocks off
?

Nick strode purposely over to the window.

"What the hell?" he grumbled.

Someone was indeed peeking in. But this wasn't a normal person.

Was it even a person at all
?

Well, it was sort of human.

It appeared to be an ancient old man with milky white eyes, and a garish pink rash running all over his face. The face was grinning
demonically
, making it look like a Halloween mask.

When the twisted old man saw Nick he became frantic, beating on the glass of the basement window with his pink spotted claw, a fountain of diseased spittle running down his gross chin.

Oh my ....MAN...it's happening
! Nick thought.
It's really happening
!

Nick knew
it would. He
figured it was just a matter of time.

After all, h
e watched Dead Heads religiously.... tuning in since its inception and never missing a single episode or lengthy marathon. He owned all of the DVDs, along with calendars and character bobble-heads, collector comics and
a great big poster of Tasha with her bangin boobs practically hanging out the bottom of her short pink top
.....

THE ZOMBIES HAD ARRIVED!

"It's the fucking apocalypse!" Nick said, chuckling. "And I'm here whacking my meat
!"

This twisted old dude in his window...it was a zombie.
It had to be
!

Nick looked at the old man banging on his window. There was no way he was strong enough to break it.

The old man had a dead lifeless appearance to his eyes, and that weird out of place smile....hell, that smile was the creepiest thing of all!

Nick felt like he was gazing into the face of pure evil.

E
ven though Nick considered himself to be a professional photographer, he wasn't above taking pictures with his Smartphone
. The Smart
phone
was fast and easy, after all. And the picture quality wasn't bad....

Nick snapped a bunch of pictures of the old dude, then he tried

9-1-1.

Nothing! Just a busy signal!

He ran up the multi-colored carpeted stairs and turned on the TV. Just as he suspected. Reports of a mysterious virus....appetite for human flesh.....CDC......
Hazmat suits...

He'd heard enough.

Despite the frantic reports to STAY INDOORS, Nick was ready to do battle.

He'd been waiting for this day... the day when he could be the hero!