Zombie Cha-cha, Part V (Very Long) (665 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 2 on 14 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Day Star (View user info) at 2005-10-19 09:48:31 EDT
Zombie Cha-cha Part I http://www.ubersite.com/m/61010
Zombie Cha-cha Part II http://www.ubersite.com/m/61104
Zombie Cha-cha Part III http://www.ubersite.com/m/61186
Zombie Cha-cha Part IV http://www.ubersite.com/m/61390
Part V
By the time the last chime resonated from the ancient clock there was movement in the dining room. The Brides of Death scattered away from the dinner table and ran, giggling and skipping like undead children. There is something incongruous, I thought, with the cheer and sunny nature of my zombie-whore compatriots; and I found it very confusing. I swear they positively frolicked to get ready for the evening's events. And not one who is slow to take a hint, I made my way up the grand staircase, and with only a little trouble in the enormous maze of the house, I found my quarters.
To my pleasure, I found a dress already laid out for me. With only an hour to ready myself for my first suitor, I was glad I had already showered because the dress...the contraption looked complicated. To my novice eye the dress looked like a mass of straps and zippers, buttons and a bit of fabric the shade of rust. There was no instruction book to make the pile of material into a dress, and I gazed at it in bewildered, slack-jawed fascination.
I stripped and stepped into the dress, wriggling into the straps and pulling them over my arms, through my legs, over my head and generally making a mess of myself. When Gregory stepped in, I was nearly tied in a knot, and looking mad enough to spit.
"Yes, I assumed you would need help. From what the Madam told me, you haven't worn much else aside from blue jeans and t-shirts." Gregory said with a good natured sneer. He was an elitist clothes horse, all the way down to his buffed penny loafers. I smiled hopefully from my mess and allowed the overseer to pull the dress around me, zipping the correct zippers. In record time I was in the lovely burnt sienna dress of raw silk. The straps hung over my arms and chest, showing promising glimpses of skin, and holding the dress together. There dangerously long slits up the sides that showed my legs to perfection, as well as a low dipping front. It felt like my tits were being held up by straps. I was barefoot, as Gregory requested. "Show your natural self, the first night, my dear. And go easy on the makeup. You don't need to fool anyone."
Stepping up to the mirror, I realized what the overseer meant. My skin was the color of rich cream. I had very little color, save for the barest breath of pink on the apples of my cheeks. My eyes were darker, somehow, curtained by darker lashes that seemed like soot compared to the whiteness of my skin. And my lips, the only color truly left on my face, a brilliant, pliant pink. I ran a brush through my hair, still dark as sin and a frothy mass of curls that death couldn't control. I was still me, still Germain, but paler, more classic in my look. Straight out of a black and white Hitchcock film. I twirled, and the skirt bellowed around me. I applied a touch of eyeliner, and a few dabs of perfume, and I was ready, with fifteen minutes to spare. There was a slight psychological bother to me in my appearance. I was pale, beautiful, and it felt wrong. I was the equivalent of an Anne Rice vampire; all pretty and doll-like. Where were the maggoty and rotting piles of flesh peeling down my skin? Where were the clumps of hair that would leave me bald and grotesque, or the blacked teeth that reeked of decay? Just lucky, I guess.
Gregory admired me from the doorway; his eyes were cool and observant. I could tell he was trying very hard not to like me. If he liked me, his appearance of partiality to the other Brides would be shot. I offered him a coy smile, I sensed that I needed Gregory as my friend to ensure my survival in this harsh and beautiful world of life after death. I had no other friends in this manor house, and the other girls were certainly strange.
"C'mon, get a move on. Just because you're quick to get ready does not mean you can lounge around." He said, a touch more gruff than he absolutely had to be, but he offered me his arm in a touchingly debonair way.
He led me from my private quarters, along the grandiose hallway and to a second set of stairs that led upwards into the third floor of the marvelous old manor house. Through out the building I heard the random sound of the other girls, finishing up with their toiletries and preparing themselves for their men. The room Gregory drew me to was through the last door in a narrow hallway. There were six doors, one for each Bride, I noticed.
The room was more like a small studio apartment. There was a tiny adjoining bathroom, room for an elegant plum-hued settee, a small table and an enormous canopy bed with a dark eggplant velvet coverlet. And I assumed, since zombies-whores don't sleep, that the bed was not for sleeping. I took a deep breath and took a seat on the settee, arranging the skirt of the dress around me to the best advantage.
"Are you ready, Germain?" my overseer inquired kindly. His eyes sought mine in a commiserating glance, as if he could sense my nervousness. I was surprised to find tears in my eyes, not so much astonished that I could feel emotions deep enough to bring tears, but astounded that a body that was technically dead could squeeze salty water from my tear ducts. Gregory smiled and brushed away a tear with hand warm with life. "Are you regretting your choice in life after death, pretty one?" he asked.
I shook my head, not quite sure why I would weep. "I don't want to be a whore." I surprised myself by saying. I tried to bite back the words, not wanting to appear ungrateful. But I found the truth in my words, unmistakable regret that my virtue would be tarnished with prostitution. And it wasn't even that really, it was a new life all-together, and me having to give myself to strangers, and what I am reduced to. I was afraid I'd be stuck bumping boots as a corpse with an elderly lecher. Those who pay to fuck the dead have to be perverts, right?
I was even more surprised when Gregory, all cold steel and authoritative smiles enfolded me in a warm embrace on the settee. I could smell his rich cologne, and beneath that, the scent of skin, of meat, and the musky scent of his sex. "You will never be a whore." He said softly into my ear. "You may take gentlemen to your bed, and perhaps receive compensation for it. But; you'll never be a whore. It's a matter of class. Keep your faith, keep you head raised high, and never allow a man to treat you as any less than the beautiful undead goddess you are." It was by far the longest speech I ever heard Gregory say, and my throat clenched tight on tears as his words washed over me. He met my eyes, and I knew that Gregory; cold, harsh, business Gregory was the tiniest bit in love with me.
"Thank you." Was all I could manage. I didn't want to betray either my emotion, or the newfound knowledge of my protector's feelings. He drew back with an awkward elegance, and rose to his feet.
"Yes, well. Ready yourself, you'll have company soon." And Gregory receded back behind the brick wall of his efficiency, all emotional void from his preppy, handsome face." And with that he let himself out without a second glance.
I was left to wait, staring at the pretty floral patterned wallpaper to pass the time. Were they violets on the wall, or purplish posies? I counted the lavender blooms for a dozen moments or so until a timid knock resounded from the silence. My visitor came at last.
What would be proper, to rise and let the client in, or to call out assent to his entrance? The knock came again, a bit more urgent and a bit louder. "Who is it?" I asked, stupidly. Who the hell would it be?
"Caleb, may I enter?" came a distinctly young voice from behind the door. I felt like such a fool.
"Uh, yeah, sorry, c'mon in!" I shouted in the daintiest way possible. I felt like such a fraud in the dress, and the fancy room. What I wouldn't have done to be in a pair of comfortable Lee's and a wife beater; white trash, but wonderful. The door opened and a boy was in my room. Or at least that was my first impression, of youth. He couldn't be older than me. He was an utter child. My maternal instinct reared up and I wanted to tell this boy to go on home and get out of the den of sin.
"Hi." He said in the quick, clipped fashion of a youngster gripped by intense nervousness. I felt a stab of selfishness, why was the boy allowed to be as nervous as me?
"Damn, boy, how old are you?" I said, forgetting my manners in the worst way. "I mean, you look really young...are you legal?" A smirk curved my lips as he looked slightly taken aback.
"I'll have you know, I'm nineteen. And quite legal, thank you very much." In his haste he had taken without notice half a dozen steps advancing towards me. He was tall, this boy, but well filled out with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His hair was a nest of unruly red curls, and freckles dotted the apples of his cheeks, adding to his illusion of youth. The only adult aspect of his appearance was his mode of dress. With charcoal grey slacks that were neatly pressed and his button-down oxford was a crisp white. He blushed furiously at his own outburst, and I couldn't help but realize this boy was an honest to god virgin.
"Well, then. What brings you to this very pretty room in the presence of the spooky undead?" I was warming up to the lad. You can't hate on a boy who looks more nervous than yourself. I decided to make the best of the situation.
I was rewarded by an even rosier blush, all the way to Caleb's hairline, red as a lobster. I decided to be a lady and hide my amusement as well as I could manage. "I, uh, came to see you." Caleb muttered his eyes downcast. I stood, smoothing the skirt over my hips. My decision was to strip the lad of his purity in the most delightful way possible, as I was a zombie, but I was still a woman. I walked towards the boy and lifted his chin so his eyes met mine, such pretty blue eyes in a young man.
"Little old me?" I asked in a sultry whisper. I wondered how good the young freckled face would taste. I found myself stretching my neck forward, my face closer to his. With an instant of horror I switched gears in my brain from eating the soft bits off the boy's face to laying a polite and near chaste kiss on his pink lips. I just ate pounds of raw meat, why the fuck was I still hungry? And then I realized: I don't have to be hungry to relish the taste of flesh. It would be like dessert. Would I even feel regret it I tore my teeth into the skin of his cheek and tasted the boy of such precious youth? I took a step back before I'd have to find out. The boy definitely looked flustered, but there was a tell-tale bulge that even the most expensive pants wouldn't be able to hide. "And why would you come all the way out here to see me, Caleb?" I couldn't help but smile, but I was going to get him to admit his reason for stopping by the brothel. I figured it would turn me on and divert my flow of energy from my stomach to my more sensitive parts.
"Well, I guess I just wanted to, uh, enjoy the company of a nice girl like you." He said with resilient conversational skills. I almost felt sorry for him, but I wasn't going to let him off that easy.
"A nice...dead girl like me?" I inquire flirtatiously, laying my cold-as-the-grave hand on his face, relishing the way his eyes, blue as the sky, widened in shock. Though the bulge in his pants never receded.
"Yes, well father thought..." he gulped. "My father thought it would be best, as there would be no problem with...uh, pregnancy." The last he spewed out quickly, as to get the words out quick to not insult me. Hadn't his father heard of condoms, I wondered? Instead of voicing my feelings about the absurdity of the situation, I offered a consoling nod with a knowing wink.
And then I was hot. Not just hot, scalding, and burning! I felt as if my skin should be crisping on the bone, and heat rising like vapors from my finger-tips. I glanced at the boy, Caleb, to see if he noticed the temperature and my eyes took him in hungrily. He was sexy, and he smelled like food. I knew, all of a sudden that I would need to feed, either my growing lust, or my appetite for meat. Either way, the boy had to get undressed.
"Caleb. Take off your clothes," I said, keeping my voice as low and as level as possible. I felt that if I erred the least bit in keeping a cool head I'd freak the young gentleman out, and once Caleb got spooked...he'd automatically be prey. And the part of me that still registered normal, non-devouring thoughts didn't want to hurt the youngin'.
"Shouldn't we get to know each other first?" Caleb asked, eying me shyly. Sadly, there was no sensitivity in me at the moment for the boy's first time and bashful disposition. I swallowed a growl in the back of my throat. Not trusting my voice I gestured to his clothing and mimed removing them. Nope, no meat-crazed flesh-eatin' zombies here.
"Germain, are you alright?" I cursed myself as he must have noticed the slight change in my demeanor. And I really didn't care because his cute butt in those slacks was looking mighty yummy. I could just see me ripping through the seat of his pants, fingernails raking through the flannel, buttons popping from his fly, using my mouth to separate the flesh from his bones. Why was I becoming such a rabid zombie? I swallowed to make the images pass.
"Sweetie, I'm doin' fine. And I think we'd get to know each other a lot better if you'd slip out of those clothes." I said with my finest impression of casual lust, I could win an Oscar. His shocked silence was my consent and I gladly set to unbuttoning his silky dress shirt.
My hands were silent and swift as I efficiently slipped buttons through buttonholes and the shirt slithered to the floor with a rich fluttering sound. On Caleb's face was a pale mask of shock. In fact his chest and arms were pale as well. Nearly as pale as myself, with a dusting of freckles over his shoulders; he looked like a full-grown Howdy Doody. My mouth found his in a strange tango of hungers, my need to get fucked warring with the desire to consume the flesh of my fine companion. I bit at his bottom lip, pulled, and imagined pulling back until the lip ripped away from Caleb's head. A small treat. An appetizer. Simultaneously my mouth traveled down the curve of his face to the hollow of his neck, and busy hands made short work of the boy's zipper on his trousers. He cried out, half in shock but mostly from the surprise pleasure of cool skin against his increasingly rigid penis.
"Oh! Oh, yes. Germain...Please..." His words came in startled clips and sighing sounds. I caressed him gently with my hand as I left plum-hued bruises from sucking so long on his neck. Oh well, souvenirs I figured. The truth is that I could taste the blood coming up to the surface as I sucked and kneaded his tender flesh with my teeth. And though I wasn't all too fond of blood, I knew that blood meant meat. And meat was delicious.
I dropped to my knees to avoid breaking skin, bringing myself face-to-face with the warm musk of Caleb's cock. Quickly, I loosened his belt, and dropped his pants so I could nuzzle into the crevice between his leg and pubis, tugging his balls and smoothing them against my face. It seemed like I could find a tentative compromise as I slowly began to lap at penis in front of me. Caleb could be as good as gone, his moans and exclamations of pleasure had no effect on me, as this was between his cock and myself. I pulled him, fully erect into my mouth, easing him into my throat and grazing him with my teeth. My arms were vices clamped onto his ass, pulling for leverage to bring me buried node deep in red-curled pubic hair, mouth filled nearly to excess.
Excited, wet and hungry my hand rigged up the skirts of my gown and found the cleft between my thighs and I rhythmically stroked against my clit as my mouth worked the boy. And to both of our surprise, Caleb came; a bitter wash against the inside of my cheek. Shocked, my hand stopped—poised above my pussy. I swallowed. His cock was still in my mouth, and the sexuality of the situation had come and gone. Without missing a beat I continued to fellate the spent, but still rigid shaft.
"Oh, god. Jesus. I'm so sorry...It felt so good and I wasn't ready...and I don't think you came. I'm so sorry, I'll do better, I promise. Jesus, you're so amazing, Germain—your mouth if so great. So fucking amazing." Caleb was rambling quickly, perhaps bemused that I did not stop sucking his dick, after his pleasure. Gently, I teethed the gentle tip of his cock, nibbling like a lover on the spongy flesh. My teeth grew more insistent, tracing the line down the shaft, biting the flesh I could pinch taut. His hands were in my hair now, trying to gently pry me away from his genitals. "Careful, there. You can come back later...I'll get my dad's money's worth. Don't worry, Goddess. Heh, you're a little rough...I like that."
I bit him hard three inches from his dick. A quick nip near his thigh, enough to mark though a hair less than blood-letting. I wanted him to shut up. Food didn't talk. "Hey! Ow! Too rough! Jesus!" Caleb yelled. He backed away clumsily, rubbing the small mouth-shaped wound. I stood, eyes blazing with hunger. I walked to him, all charming smiles and dainty companionship. My mind was somewhere else, in some void where it resisted my actions. I am sure there is some part of me that didn't want to sink her teeth into the warm, oozing flesh of a young man. The veal of humans. But that part of me was unable to speak as my hand crushed over Caleb's mouth, stopping any sound from escaping. I licked the side of his face, watching the fear that bubbled behind those silent, cerulean eyes. I went for the kill, my mouth pressed against the side of the boy's neck, the first trickle of blood running down his face and mine...the muffled cries of the boy raising in horrifying pitch and intensity.
Suddenly there was Meredith, the shock of being painfully forced up and back, the realization that I had been hit, the flash of golden blonde hair and a cruel smile. I rose to my feet, rubbing at my sore jaw. I hadn't even seen it coming, but as the pain cleared my mind I was frightening thankful that the bitch had stopped me. Caleb stood gradually; his attention stolen by blonde zombie in front on him. His eyes were wide and the template of a bruise was beginning to form around his mouth, but he looked relatively unharmed.
"So sorry for the interruption, Darlings," Meredith said icily as she stalked toward Caleb. She was sheathed in a latex gown the shade of a blackened eye, or a bruised berry. And it goes without saying that her dress left nothing to imagination, not only hugging every curve, but revealing even her most private crevices. She glanced at me dismissively, and made ready to cause harm to the boy...
User Reviews
Submitted by FallenZer0 (user info) at 2005-10-19 15:49:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
the length is good, and this is a kickass series
Submitted by MyTeeOne (user info) at 2005-10-19 13:31:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It was a +1 due to a heavy Anne Rice feel but just as I was getting ready to rate it a co-worker came up to the cube. She looked just enough like the lead character that I almost called her zombie whore. From here on out (hopefully only in my head) she will be known as zomboe whore. That earned the +2. Good story, liked the way it moved. Don't sweat the length - I'll read it all day if it's worth the read (and it was).
Submitted by Faithless_Whisper (user info) at 2005-10-19 13:28:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I can always compromise and go for long instead of very long. :-)
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-10-19 12:33:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Heh. I like that it's in 'Romance'. Please don't make the installments any shorter. They're of just the right length for me to get really into them, and then leave me wanting to read more.
*zombie drool*
So, yeah, post more of this soonly, please?
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-10-19 12:26:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I have not even read this, and I'm giving you a +2 for continuing with a rocking story. Incidentally, long time no see.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-10-19 11:53:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
They are fine the length they are. It's not like it's the first part where you have to get the reader. We all know why we are here. But that's just me personally. If I click to read a continuation of a series, I prefer longer.
mmmmmm longer... what the hell was I talking about? Sorry I got distracted by all this naughty reading.
Submitted by Faithless_Whisper (user info) at 2005-10-19 11:46:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I'll do the shorter installments just for you. My big fear is I won't get enough juicy stuff into a shorter write. But I totally understand the aversion to reading 7 pages worth of text at a time.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-10-19 11:31:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Faithless_Whisper (user info) at 2005-10-19 10:51:43 (#)
Ranking: 0
I *am* really sorry it took so long, my office cracked down on internet use and only recently allowed us to muck about in the down time. I will try to keep up, I promise! As far as the series is concerned...would more frequent, shorter installments be better in your opinion?
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Don't let it happen again. ;)
Yes, do shorter installments, easier to read.
But that is only my opinion.
Submitted by CarterPFly (user info) at 2005-10-19 11:23:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Dont waste this here, Write the goddam book...
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-10-19 11:19:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I haven't even read it. +2 for .....
Well cause I missed this series and I fucking feel like it.
Now I will read
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-10-19 10:54:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, It is about damn time!
Awesome.
Submitted by Faithless_Whisper (user info) at 2005-10-19 10:51:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I *am* really sorry it took so long, my office cracked down on internet use and only recently allowed us to muck about in the down time. I will try to keep up, I promise! As far as the series is concerned...would more frequent, shorter installments be better in your opinion?
Submitted by pantsarestupid (user info) at 2005-10-19 10:45:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Please don't wait months to follow up this time. This is one of the only series that I read on here. Don't take that away from me!!
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-10-19 10:04:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for everyone because I just won an xbox 360