Sergeant Peyton Wells sat alone in the empty shop and stared out the plate glass windows at what was left of the beloved city he had faithfully served for so many years. He couldn't believe it had come down to this: his friends dead or dying, and himself bitten by one of those undead monsters. Abernathy, who once worked for Umbrella and had experience with the virus, believed he had mere hours before he became one of those rotting zombies. He didn't want to believe that, but the changes at work in his body made it impossible to ignore.
He heard the footsteps before his mind fully registered what was happening, and had his gun out and pointed at the door in one quick motion. Terri Morales stood frozen, eyes wide, her slender body backlit by the burning cars in the street. She was very tall. Peyton shook his head and holstered his sidearm. He felt a twitch in his pants and almost smiled. At least his dick still worked.
"I hope I'm not intruding," Terri said. She glanced over her shoulder. "I didn't think Jill and Alice would want me tagging along right now. If you get my meaning."
Peyton suppressed a sigh. His life was ebbing away, the city was falling apart, yet those two had decided now was the time to munch some carpet. Incredible.
"No," he said. "It's fine." He slid over and patted the empty bench beside him. "Come on. I could use the company."
Terri grinned and came over. She was graceful and exotic, her long legs naked and strong and unmatched even by Valentine's. She had a high opinion of herself, and was something of a bitch, but Peyton couldn't help liking her. And not just because she was a grade A piece of ass, either. She was strong in ways most women outside of S.T.A.R.S. were not, willing to do whatever it takes to get the story that could restore her to her former position, ready to walk over anyone who stood in her way. In a cutthroat world where only the strong survived, it was something to admire.
Terri sat down beside him, her hip touching his, and crossed her legs. The hem of her skirt lifted above her knee: she was wearing beige fuck-me pumps similar to those she had worn in the sex tape leaked online over a year ago. Peyton shifted and hoped she didn't notice his erection.
"I had a feeling Alice was in the tongue-and-groove club," Terri said. "I mean, just look how she dresses. Jill took me by surprise though. She's so beautiful and stylish." Terri gave Peyton a look. "Did you know she was a lesbian?"
"She's not a lesbian," Peyton said. "Believe me." He wasn't in the mood to discuss the subtleties of bi-sexuality and left it at that. "Alice isn't so bad. She's pretty fine actually."
"She's all right," Terri conceded. "But she's got nothing on Jill." She took a breath, let it out. "Speaking of Jill, I don't think she likes me too much. Not that I blame here. I was kind of a bitch when we met."
"Jill lives for the job," Peyton said. "She gets in the zone and stays there until it's done. Believe me, it's not you. She and I go way back and she treats me like shit all the time." He laughed. "When this is over and we're out of the city, she'll be falling all over herself to apologize. Count on it."
Terri nodded and gave him a friendly smile.
She put a hand on his thigh, and he immediately felt a tingle in his lower belly. "Is there something I can do for you, Peyton. Anything at all? You've been so kind to me tonight."
Peyton swallowed. This wasn't some streetwalker offering to take him in the alley and suck his dick--this was Terri Morales, Raccoon City's most popular personality and a woman so fine her newscasts were often referred to as the "half-hour jerk-off". Situations like this weren't supposed to happen to people like him.
"Maybe I'm not being clear enough," Terri said as she rubbed his inner thigh. "I want to thank you for being such a nice guy. Thank you...anyway you like." She put her hand in his lap and gave him an amused look.
Peyton looked out the window, then down at her hand. "Oh. That's what you mean."
Terri giggled girlishly and squeezed his bulge. "You're so bad." She ran her hand in small circles until he let out a deep grunt. "I've always had a thing for black guys. Ever since I was a kid. Mom hated that. She was always running my friends off, always keeping tabs on where I went, but she could never stop me." Terri brushed dark hair out of her eyes. "Sometimes a girl needs a big strapping black man to make her feel good. Is that weird?"
Peyton was shocked to hear someone so beautiful and well-spoken talk like that. He looked into her brown eyes, and realized he had no idea what her background was. Hispanic, Asian, American Indian--a little bit of everything? Well, it was too late to find out now.
"Sure," he said. "I guess so." He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Are you in need of a black man, Miss Morales?" In for a penny, in for a pound.
Her smile was gone, her beautiful features lit by the flickering flames outside the plate glass windows. "You tell me," she said. And in one quick motion tugged his zipper down.
Peyton barely had his belt undone before she was on him, smacking her lips as she pulled his dick free. She tugged it with both hands until all ten inches were solid as rock, then leaned over and took him into her mouth.
"Shit," Peyton muttered.
He put a hand on the back of her head and blinked with disbelief. Everything had been going from bad to worse, and then this! He was being blown by a real life celebrity, and not just any celebrity. Terri Morales was widely considered one of the most beautiful newswomen in the country, and was probably the only one to ever pose in her underwear for Maxim.
"Mmm, you like that?" she said, throwing him a wink before she slurped him back down.
Peyton pushed down on her head and forced his cock into her throat. Terri coughed but didn't resist, and even began to moan as she moved closer to his balls. She wasn't pulling his leg when she said she loved black guys. This was a woman used to handling big dick.
Terri pulled back, more interested right now in sucking than deepthroating, and ran her tongue along the underside of his bulging staff. She flicked the spongy head and twirled her tongue around it. Peyton grunted. This was some real pornstar shit she was doing.
He relaxed and watched her bob up and down. Warm spit trickled down his balls and dripped on the bench. Her hungry moans filled the room.
Peyton looked out the window as a small group of survivors shuffled past. None looked inside to see the local weathergirl blowing a fat black dick, and he couldn't help feeling let down. No one would ever know about this; no one would ever toast him for getting one last piece before he went out. A stunt like this would have made him a legend.
He let out an involuntary groan that dissipated his thoughts. He was getting close.
"Stop," he said. "Stop. Not yet."
"What's wrong?" Terri turned her head to look out the window while she firmly stroked his cock. "Did you see something?"
Peyton stroked her hair. "It's nothing. I needed to catch my breath."
