by Stephens, L.
“You’re looking especially beautiful this morning, Joy,” Max crooned.
“I didn’t think you had it in you,” Joy spat. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”
“You’re impressed?” Max said, trying to keep it friendly. “I was just trying to get your attention, not your admiration. It seems I really have outdone myself.”
“What have you done, Max?” Joy scolded. “These are real people, real lives. This is not a game.”
“I disagree. When you get to my age, you’ll see that’s all life is: one giant game of chutes and ladders,” Max said coldly. “This is your chute, Joy. Enjoy the ride.”
“So this is personal?” Joy snapped. “You did all this to get back at me?”
“You know I’m not that petty. This is my final gift to the world, my final footprint,” Max said.
“There isn’t going to be anyone left to marvel at your footprint!” Joy said, losing her temper. “This is out of control. People are dying. What were you trying to prove?”
“Well you can’t make omelets without breaking some eggs. I really wish you had trusted me, Joy,” Max said, catching her name in his throat. “That’s what hurt the most through all of this.”
“Max, you need to put an end to this stupid game,” Joy pleaded. “There are innocent people caught up in this, and you did this to them.”
“We did this to them, Joy. We,” Max said.
“The seventy-three, that was you wasn’t it? You murdered them!” Joy spat. “I had nothing to do with it.”
“History will never see it like that,” Max said menacingly. “They’ll just see a young woman out of her depth with too much power, and unfortunately she let it all go to her head.”
“So, this is it. I’m the fall guy, huh?” Joy asked. “I’m going to be put in the stockade for the public to throw rotten fruit at, and while they do it you’re going to slink up behind me, like the fucking slug you are, and fuck me in the ass.”
“Come on Joy, now is not the time for that,” Max said with a laugh. “I don’t even have my pants off!”
Joy opened the stall door and left her hiding place behind. Whatever happened she was going to face it head on as always.
“Max, what are you going to do now?” Joy asked, trying to regain composure. “You’ve shown your hand. Are you going to activate their termination modules?”
“Termination modules? There are no termination modules, and at any rate it’s too late. The infected have done their job. It’s going to be a wildfire,” Max said with pure evil in his voice. “I suggest you get out of the city, my darling. I’d hate to see you as one of our creations.”
Joy looked in the restroom mirror. She imagined herself rotting from the inside with only one impulse and one objective. It wouldn’t be such a bad life, she thought. It would be less stressful than this, and there would be a lot less assholes to deal with.
“What’s done is done. Let those shortsighted arseholes in uniforms clean up the mess they made, but, mark my words, they’ll come to us, cap in hand, when this is all said and done,” Max said with an upbeat tone.
“There is no us!” Joy said, tearing up. “You destroyed everything. You destroyed me.”
Joy ended the call and wiped away the tears that had welled in her eyes.
“You need a touch up, Miss Tannen?” Denise asked in a singsong voice from behind her.
Joy turned to see Denise standing behind her, and she wondered how long she had been standing there, but it didn’t matter at this point. Nothing mattered. Joy mustered up her best fake smile and nodded.
CHAPTER 53: SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF TITS
Tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes as Tara mercilessly bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, getting deeper and deeper with every lunge. She was getting so deep, Jake thought she was going to put his balls and his cock in her mouth at the same time, and that got him excited. He pushed his pelvis towards her, wanting her to take everything he had into her mouth, and she did. She just kept sucking and moving her head up and down. Her movements were efficient and precise, akin to a futuristic sex robot, and when Jake looked down past her head, he saw that her neck was actually connected to some sort of milking machine. It felt good, so Jake didn’t care that his cock was in the mouth of some sort of robot. As long as it didn’t stop he was content to let this machine do its thing for the rest of his life. The machine was connected to an array of pipes, and even though he hadn’t ejaculated, his cum was collecting in large milk bottles that were being sent down a conveyor belt. Once they were full, the bottles proceeded down the production line, where tops were screwed on and labels were attached to the sides. The labels read “Cum By Jake” in fancy Coca Cola-esque writing.
He was so proud of himself. Everyone wanted his cum, and he was giving it to them. He felt vindicated, like all his years of being an asshole and trying to fuck as many girls as possible had finally paid off. But it wasn’t only that. He was being charitable as well, doing the world a favor while this cum-milking machine made him feel the best he ever had. He looked down and saw that not only had she put his cock and balls into her mouth, she had also taken his legs and ass as well and was now slowly chomping her way up his torso. It didn’t hurt, but the pleasure he once felt was gone, and Jake could see that the cum that was once filling the milk bottles had now been replaced with blood, and needless to say he was no longer enjoying it. Tara’s face, which was once pristine porcelain with juicy lips and large engaging eyes, was now decaying. Her skin fell from her cheeks and her eyes turned black as she inched closer and closer to his face, all the while enveloping his torso.
For the second time in twenty-four hours, Jake woke up with a start. He didn’t know where the fuck he was, and he barely knew who he was, but he was fucking thankful he wasn’t in that nightmare anymore. Instead, he was in a whole other nightmare, but at least this one was on his own terms, no matter how ridiculous that idea was.
Jake pulled out the headphones that were tangled around his neck. He was drenched in sweat, and his cock was hard as a rock. He had never tried a male masturbation device before, but he decided there and then, if he survived this night, he was going to try one as soon as possible. Obviously he would make sure it had an emergency release valve on it.
“Those fucking diamonds,” Jake whispered to himself as he pushed the sweat from his forehead to his hair.
He adjusted his cock so it wasn’t going to make a hole in his jeans if he moved the wrong way and checked his phone. Jake had been asleep for a grand total of five hours, give or take, and unsurprisingly there were no messages or missed calls or reception. The sounds of sirens were faint, but the screams had stopped. Jake put his face to the broken window at the back of the van and looked out into the garage. None of the cars had left while he slept. Everything was exactly the same, and that worried Jake immensely. He was sober now, so the reality of the situation was starting kick in, and he knew the hangover wouldn’t be too far behind it.
“Those fucking diamonds,” Jake whispered to himself again as he laid back down on the floor of the van.
He wanted to see her again. He never should have left in the first place, but he had felt trapped, trapped in a perfect life that seemed unreal, a perfect life where he loved someone and she loved him. They were so content. He knew it had to be a lie, and if it wasn’t he was going to make it one. Every girl that would walk by would catch his eye, not because she was hotter but because she wasn’t. Sure there were hotter girls out there, but none that came with the full package. Her hot-to-crazy scale was without rival: perfect amount of crazy to keep him on his toes, and the perfect amount of hotness to keep him more than satisfied. Not to mention how insanely clever and caring she was. Her empathy levels were off the charts.
“Fuck!” Jake spat as he sat up.
He slapped himself a couple times. He needed to stop thinking about her. That’s how he always knew the hangover was about to rear its ugly head: his brain
would sense that it was dying, and it would flood his mind with warm thoughts, and she was pretty much all the warm thoughts he had ever had.
Jake slowly opened the van door and quietly stepped out into the parking garage. He needed to piss, and the van didn’t have any water bottles, so he had to leave his temporary sanctuary, even if it meant his life. He hugged the side of the van and crept towards the front, his ears trying to sense the smallest amount of sound as his eyes darted around their sockets trying to detect movement. The garage remained still and silent as he pulled out his dick and started pissing on the wall in front of the van. He forgot himself immediately and let out a loud sigh that he instantly regretted. He almost pissed all over himself as he swiveled around to see if there was any movement coming towards him, but nothing stirred. The only sound was the trickle of piss that was pooling near his feet. The stream finally ended, and Jake shook it off, making sure not to get any on his shoes or person. He was feeling more confident, thinking maybe the hazy memories from last night might have been a bit over exaggerated by his drunk mind. He needed to investigate more. He needed to get the fuck out of his current situation.
Jake strolled up the ramp towards ground level and pulled out his phone. He wasn’t careful with his footsteps or the sound they made. He had decided it was all some practical joke and he was now the butt of it. He was through playing the waiting game. He was going to get some reception and hopefully get to the bottom of the pool of shit he was currently soaking in. The sound he heard wasn’t a notification from his phone like he had expected, especially since his phone was still on silent and plugged in to the headphones that hung out of the neck of his shirt. It was like a church bell that reverberated throughout the parking garage.
“What the fuck?” Jake whispered as he turned around slowly in the direction of the sound.
The elevator doors opened and a man in a bloodstained security guard uniform staggered out. His arms and torso were covered in blood. Jake assumed it was one of the guards that didn’t let him into the hotel lobby earlier that night—it definitely could have been someone else because they sure as shit all looked the same to him. The guard put a hazard cone between the doors so they wouldn’t close and then stuck a key in a control panel that made the elevator doors stay open. Jake was in plain sight, in the middle of the ramp, forty yards from the security guard, but he hadn’t been seen yet, and Jake didn’t want that to change until he worked out if the guy had a gun or not. Security guards weren’t the most level headed individuals at the best of times, and during what Jake was finally accepting was the zombie apocalypse, they were the last people you’d want to startle.
“You’d better run along, buddy!” the security yelled over his shoulder.
Jake froze. He had started making his way to the line of cars that would shield him from the security guard, but it must have been too late. He had been spotted.
“I’m cool, man,” Jake called as he raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
The security guard didn’t respond. He just began walking towards an emergency exit.
“Hey, you okay?” Jake called after him.
Again, he didn’t respond. He just slipped behind the emergency exit door and disappeared. Jake was of two minds whether to follow him or do the sane thing and go back to the van and wait this whole fucking thing out. Thoughts of this being just a figment of his imagination were long gone, and he was pretty sure that this would most likely be his last day on Earth, but he still had to make things right.
@KillingJake just did the biggest piss in my whole God damn life and almost blew my cover but you know it was 100 percent worth it! #Uromysitisis
CHAPTER 54: TRAFFUCK
“Hello?” Angie said, her voice crackling through Ryan’s Corvette’s speakers.
“Angie, listen I got a couple of things for you. Firstly, I need you to send Jessica Raven some flowers, a hundred dollar maximum, put a little card on it that says, ‘Thanks for all the fun, let’s do it again sometime’,” Ryan said, hinting that something had happened. “Secondly, but most importantly, I need you to come in to work today.”
Ryan caught a glimpse of his devious smile in the rearview mirror. She probably had planned her whole weekend thinking she wouldn’t have to come in, he thought, and I just fucking ruined it.
“I’m sorry Mr. Pinkerton, but I can't,” Angie said sadly.
His smile disappeared as quickly as it came.
“Don't give me that shit!” he said, anger building in his voice. “You know the drill, if I’m there, you’re there, it’s simple.”
“But,” Angie whined. “Mr. Pinkerton—”
“No buts!” Ryan said, interrupting. “There are a million interns out there who would give their left tit to be my assistant. I’ve told you this! I’ve told you this a million times!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t, I swear,” Angie said solemnly. “Haven't you seen the news?”
“No, what’s going on?” Ryan asked as he pulled the car over. “Actually. Hold up one second.”
“Oh, it’s crazy!” Angie started. “There—”
“Shut the fuck up for a second, will you?” Ryan said, interrupting again.
Ryan pulled his iPad out from under the seat and it came to life, revealing the hardcore porn site he had visited the last time he had used it. He looked at it for a moment, thoughts of Jessica Raven and her oozing pussy making him lick his lips, before he overpowered the temptation to jerk off and brought up a news website.
“This has to be a joke!” Ryan said, scrolling down with his finger.
“I wish it was,” Angie said solemnly.
“Damn it, I got to get into the office,” Ryan said, throwing the iPad back under his seat and pulling out onto the road.
“You can't go downtown. That's the worst place to be right now,” Angie said. “Work isn’t worth your life, Mr. Pinkerton.”
“It fucking is!” Ryan yelled. “Everything I have is there. I don't have a choice!”
“But—” Angie started before Ryan pressed the button on the console disconnecting her.
“Fuck!” Ryan yelled as he hit the steering wheel.
The 101 freeway heading south towards downtown was empty, but the northbound lanes were full of cars heading away from the city. Even though his intuition was telling him to get off and return to his home in Toluca Lake, he had to get there. His life depended on it. As he passed under the bridge near the exit to Benton, Ryan noticed the traffic up ahead was at a standstill. So with the skyline of downtown looming he decided the best move would be to get off the freeway.
The streets were in chaos. No one was obeying traffic lights. Everyone was trying to get as far away from downtown as they could in the fastest way possible, but the need to get to his office was overpowering any sixth sense he had to avoid heading into danger. After a few near misses with speeding cars at intersections, Ryan finally got to Beverly Blvd, and it seemed like smooth sailing all the way to his office until he saw the lights coming from police cars blocking the road.
“Fucking pigs!” Ryan said as he turned the wheel and sped down a side street.
He weaved through streets, alleys and parking lots, slowly making his way closer as he avoided the police lines, but it all came to an end when he turned right into an army roadblock. The sight of a barricade of armored Humvees and a squad of army men in combat gear finally woke him to the seriousness of the situation.
Ryan rested his head on the steering wheel and thought about his options, and they all came back to one undeniable fact: everything that he had going for him in this life and the next was in the top drawer of his desk. He used to bring his Bitcoin wallet home with him every night, but he was so impulsive with his late-night trades that he started purposely leaving it at the office just so he couldn’t lose any more money. Frustration grew as he realized there was no alternative, and he head-butted the steering wheel, making the horn beep. The army men with their backs to him tur
ned and looked in his general direction for less than a second before returning their view back to the city.
“Fuck this. These assholes aren’t stopping me!” Ryan muttered as he hurriedly put his pants on.
After his pants were on, he opened the glove box, rifling through the car manuals, registration and insurance papers, setting off an avalanche of papers onto the floor. He took the small gun that laid by itself after the debris had cleared and reached around to the back seat to grab his blazer. After tucking the gun in the inside jacket pocket, he stepped out of the car and put it on.
“What the hell is going on here?” Ryan bellowed as he stormed towards the barricade.
The two large army men swung around, their guns pointed straight at Ryan's face.
“Whoa! Put your guns down!” Ryan said indignantly. “I’m an American!”
In perfect synchronization, the army men brought the sights of their guns to eye level and adopted a more aggressive stance.
“Sir! Step back, you cannot be here!” the larger one ordered.
“I need—” Ryan said.
“Sir! As you can see there is a situation,” the larger one interrupted. “There will be no entry into this area until safety has been ensured.”
“I only got to go two blocks!” Ryan pleaded, changing his tactics.
The Hispanic one stepped forward and looked Ryan up and down.
“Hey, you been bitten?” the Hispanic one asked stiffly.
“What are you talking about?” Ryan asked, patting himself down.
“Have you been bitten?” the Hispanic one repeated, stepping behind Ryan. “Have you or anyone you know had any contact with any of those things?”
Those things? What did he mean, those things? Ryan thought. The news website had said terrorists not things. A wave of uneasiness washed over him as flashes of Jessica Raven and Brad Green flooded through his mind.
