Sorority Zombies in Space: Chapter One, Part Two

My debut novella, Sorority Zombies in Space!, will be released on November 23. You can preorder a copy on Amazon or sign up to be an ARC reader to get a copy for free.

But in the meantime, here's Part 2 of the first chapter! Read Part 1 here.

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Chapter One: The Doomed (Part Two)

Thumping beats and vibrant lights enveloped the pair as they moved together on the dance floor. The liquor he had imbibed mixed with the gem, washing away the taste of his earlier embarrassment.

Shelley laughed and swayed to the rhythm, her body close to his. Todd placed his hands on her hips and drew her closer. She grinded against him. The energy between the two built to a crescendo, and soon they were making out openly, Todd’s hands cupping her firm ass.

Away from Chad and the dudes, his confidence surged, bolstered by the substances flooding his system and by the chick’s seductive movements. Another guy started dancing on Shelley’s other side. She turned to face him. Todd had seen him around in the gym: a short, stocky brunette with a snub nose and dimples. Todd didn’t know his name, but from the way the guy was looking him over, names were unimportant. The guy kept his attention on Todd for a few seconds, even as he danced with Shelley. She didn’t seem to mind. The gym bro said something to Shelley that Todd couldn’t hear, then she looked over her shoulder at Todd and asked, ‟Do you want to go somewhere private?”

‟Ah,” Todd replied, feeling like an idiot. Yes, I absolutely do. That’s all he had to say. He couldn’t do it.

The gym bro took his hesitation as a yes. ‟I’m Jake. Come with me,” he shouted over the crowd, touching Todd lightly on the shoulder. A bolt of electricity coursed through him, from biceps to balls. Without a word, he followed the two of them, heart pounding in his chest in time with the music.

Before they had taken ten steps off the dance floor, a boisterous, dominant voice cut through the noise.

‟Todd! My BOY! What’d I tell you?”

Todd groaned. An encounter with Chad was the last thing he was looking for.

‟Ah, hold on a sec,” Todd told the pair, but Shelley turned to Chad with a smile on her lips.

‟Hey, Chadster.”

‟Shelley! Shells. What are you doing with this guy?” Chad laughed. ‟Don’t you know he’s jailbait?”

‟I’m not,” Todd protested, sounding entirely like he was. ‟I’m eighteen.”

‟Oh…you’re a freshman?” Shelley smirked. ‟Look, I thought you were, like, nineteen. I don’t fuck younger guys. Sorry, kiddo.”

‟He doesn’t mind,” said Jake. Todd really hadn’t minded, not until that moment, when Chad’s head swiveled toward Jake and back to Todd, an incredulous look on his chiseled face.

‟This your boyfriend, Todd?” Chad’s shit-eating grin said a thousand words, none of them good.

Todd’s face was flaming hot again. ‟No,” he said shortly, wanting to kick himself.

‟Right,” Chad said sardonically. ‟Shells, why don’t you come and take a tour on my ship? It’s a `Vert. We can ride up to the atmos and take the top down, watch the first sunrise of the week.”

Shelley squealed. ‟Omigod, Chad, you got a new ship? Have you broken it in?”

‟Not yet, babe. Come on.” Then, to Todd: ‟See ya, my guy. Go get some!”

‟Yeah, see you,” muttered Todd. ‟See you in hell, cockblocker.” But even as his stomach twisted in envy, he couldn’t ignore the fluttering in his balls from watching such a powerful specimen like Chad do his work.

Once Chad was out of sight, Todd looked back at Jake, ready to resume whatever plan he had.

Jake tilted his head and stepped back. ‟What? I’m not good enough for you to be seen with?”

‟Um, no,” Todd stammered. ‟It’s not that.”

‟Right. Whatever. Very twenty-first century of you. Listen, freshman, why don’t you find me when you man up?” Jake turned sharply and strode back onto the dance floor.

Todd stood there, frozen, hearing Jake’s words again and again. Find me when you man up.

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When Todd was ten, he would spy on Billy, who was sixteen and already had the reputation of being the neighborhood stud after knocking up a neighbor’s wife. Any time Todd heard Billy sneaking out for a rendezvous, he would follow with binoculars and watch the fumbling from afar, hoping to pick up tricks.

One night, Todd nearly dropped the binoculars when the handsome captain of the gravball team, not a neighborhood MILF, joined his brother. Todd learned more that night than he had from all the previous trysts combined.

The next day, while tossing a gravball with Billy in the backyard, he’d admitted what he had seen. He thought Billy might deny it, but Billy just laughed.

‟Sex is sex, little dude. No reason to miss out by only hooking up with one type of person all your life. You feel me?”

Todd nodded and caught the ball. He supposed it made sense.

‟Did you feel weird when you were watching? In a good way?”

Todd nodded again, throwing the ball back.

‟Yeah, it’s all good. But listen,” Billy grew stern, ‟As far as I’m concerned, a hole’s a hole. I don’t like dudes; I like fucking. Don’t ever fucking say I’m into guys. Men aren’t into men. You got it?”

He threw the gravball hard into Todd’s waiting hand, who nodded a third time, his eyes wide.

Billy continued, ‟And if I ever catch you spying on me, I will knock the living daylights out of you, little dude.”

‟Okay, big dude.” This time, Todd grinned. Billy made all kinds of threats but never meant them.

Years later, when the opportunity for Todd’s first blowjob presented itself, it was with Bradley, a cute, quiet boy in his second-period Astro class. Bradley came over to play some holos, and five minutes into the visit, he had Todd’s dick in his mouth. Todd loved it. Bradley did, too. As a bonus, it turned out he excelled at Todd’s favorite co-ops. The pair became jerk-off buds.

Two weeks later, Todd asked another classmate, Debra, to the fly-in movies, where he learned two things. First, chicks don’t give head as well as dudes. Second, a blowjob is always an experience worth having.

But he followed Billy’s rule: he bragged about his conquests with women; he kept his hookups with dudes silent.

❖

Still feeling the sting of Jake’s rejection, Todd decided to ditch the main dome. Two hours into the party, and he’d already struck out.

Worse, he was surrounded by couples and throuples having a fan-fucking-tastic time. Everywhere Todd looked, he saw people making out, groping each other, and was that a public blowjob happening by the keg? Lucky bastard.

Someone handed Todd a bowl of gem, and he gratefully inhaled. He needed a moment to collect himself. Ducking down a corridor, he opened a door at random and was welcomed by the sight of pale, hairy ass cheeks pumping away.

‟Augh!” Far too late, Todd raised a hand to shield his eyes.

‟Dude! Shut the door!”

‟Ah, fuck.” He recognized that voice. ‟Sorry, bruh.” Todd backed away, then stopped.

Rick was alone in the room. He turned his head to glare at Todd, not pausing his movements. ‟You want to take a picture? I’m trying to get off here.”

‟Rick…” Todd wasn’t sure how to put this. ‟Are you fucking that chair?”

‟Yes! God! She’s a dirty slut, you can tell by the look of her.”

Todd wanted to leave, but he was frozen. ‟The chair is a slut?” he asked hesitantly.

‟Don’t call her `the chair’ like she’s an object. She’s an overstuffed armchair. I told her, `Girl, I’ll show you overstuffed,’” Rick panted heavily as he pumped away. Droplets of sweat congregated on his forehead. ‟You wanna make this a threesome or do you wanna get the fuck out?”

Todd chose to get the fuck out. The gem had hit hard, and as he retreated into the crowd, he wondered if he had hallucinated. Shrugging, he took another hit.

‟Hey!” A spindly-looking gravball player appeared in front of Todd. ‟Quit bogarting the gem, asshole.” The player snatched the bowl from Todd’s hands and disappeared into the party’s chaotic center.

He went for another beer, but thought, Fuck it. Headed to the nearest bar setup, he poured a hefty shot of the first liquor he got his hands on. Downed it; downed another for good luck, then stumbled back onto the dance floor, hoping to make at least one good memory at the Doomed.

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Will Todd turn things around at the Doomed? You'll have to wait until November 23 to find out!

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