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I Love Lucy — The Killer Clown from Zombie-Town
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK TRANSGRESSIVE STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
Anywhere you go, at the oddest moments, there’s a look, a glance that can happen — a wordless moment in time between two strangers where love will appear. You weren’t looking for love like you do at Church on Sundays or a Family Reunion, so it, comes looking for you…
I’m just out with friends, looking for a good time. So, we went to Zombie Town for a little Halloween horror. It’s way beyond any basic haunted house experience because once you’re inside the fencing, the whole Town is in on it!
Forty-five bucks may seem like a lot, but trust me, it is worth it. I am still determining exactly how many extras they have because I quickly lost count. You know there’s one more zombie waiting around every corner, alley, or doorway.
The constant state of panic becomes overwhelming, even though I know it’s all fake. They just do such a fucking fantastic job, and I’m pretty sure the blood is real blood, from a pig or cow, because of the salty taste.
No! I’m not going around tasting the blood that you can find everywhere. During our last mad dash, I slipped face-first into a puddle of blood and random guts. I couldn’t help but get a mouthful.
Getting back up, to find my friends are not really my friends because they fucking bailed on me! Dammit! In a fake Zombie Apocalypse, they bail on me? At least I know exactly how this would have played out had all of this been real.
If you’re willing to look for it, as do I, you can find good in everything bad. Back on my feet, my eyes connect with the most intense pair of bluish-grey eyes I’ve ever seen — the eyes of Lucy, the Zombie-Clown of Zombie-Town.
The eyes are the windows to one’s soul. I know, overused saying, but it’s just so true. Beyond her extreme makeup, blood, torn open flesh, missing lips, and fucked up clothing, I could see and feel her true inner beauty.
And her body, wow! I would be in heaven to get just a few moments under her half-torn-open extra short, striped skirt. Her thigh-highs may be ripped up badly, but they still make her upper thighs look more naked by covering the rest of her legs.
Lucy’s extreme mouth makeup makes it impossible to tell if she is smiling. On Face Off, the judges would always dock the artist if their model couldn’t properly emote, once in their makeup. I’m not being that picky because I can tell she’s smiling at me just by her eyes.
We stand face-to-face, maybe five feet apart, motionless in our moment of discovered love, before Lucy’s eyes show a moment of panic. I can fully read her fear. She knows if she breaks out of character, she could lose her job at Zombie Town.
She signals to me by grunting to run before her slow and endless, stumbling march begins. I run so she can keep her job, but I trip so she can catch me. In every direction, there’s panic, screams, and yells for help, but I’m in my world, wanting inside her panties.
I crawl into the darkest and most out-of-the-way spot I can find, ensuring Lucy sees and follows me. A private place for us to express our love for one another without the fear of being seen or disturbed.
Turning back around, she’s inches from my face, as my raging hard-on wants to escape to get some special time with Lucy, the Zombie-Clown. She moves in on me as I take a quick breath.
Our hands, mouths, chests, and thighs are all over each other as our passion explodes in our private dark corner. Her arms wrap tightly around me, as does her one leg, pulling my cock firmly against her crotch.
She is squeezing me so hard it’s difficult to breathe. Flipping the front of her skirt up, my hand enters her blood-soaked panties. Blood soaked from all the excess blood dripping down her torso.
She grabs my cock, and the blood on her hands works like lube as she furiously strokes, knowing our limited time. Her body is even firmer than I expected. And then it happens!
Another strong hand interrupts our moment by painfully grabbing my shoulder, spinning me around hard! It’s a big ass and very pissed-off, Zombie-Biker!
“Lucy! What did I tell you would happen if I caught you cheating on me again?”
“CHUCK! NO! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!”
The pressure of his gun barrel against my forehead is the last thing I ever feel.
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