Tight Spot

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### Chapter 1: Chapter 1

When Tight was released it was to be the superdrug to cure all. Women took it for the perfect body, Men for the perfect sex drive. A year has past, everything has changed. Humanity is in a Tight Spot Prologue -Tight was released to a hungry world, desperate for perfection. It was an dubbed a super-drug - a cure to obesity, it promised the ageless skin, perfect muscle structure, tone, beauty and increased sex drive. For men it had the added bonus of increasing the muscle mass of the male organ to a guaranteed 10 to 12 inches. Everyone clambered to get it, free as a result of the health benefits, there were no restrictions. A year on and the world wasn't the same, The Tight roam the night. Only the male Tight population survived. Their skin stretched taut, their muscles clenched, they struggle to move. Their pain soaked minds are bent on relieving their most obvious engorged muscle. With no Tight females remaining they search for the Loose, those who resisted Tight and fear the night.

Kate is on a search herself. She's heard about a book that was written for such an event. Within it's pages must be the answers and a solution to this Tight epidemic. She must survive and implement the steps outlined for humanities sake. But she's just one loose woman in a Tight Spot. #FIRST DRAFT ONLY - unedited and due for a re-write - Please enjoy in this basic form - rewrite to come.

Complete Chapters 4

Rating 4.7 ( 143 reviews ) Age Rating mature

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Chapter 1: Step 1

The page in front of me was entitled - 'The City Council's Official Plan for Zombie Invasion.' I breathed a sign of relief as I read on, 'Step 1 - Run, Run very fast.'

“Please,” I growled, “Like I didn’t know that!”

I looked around the room in frustration. It had taken me months to get here, months of running, running very fast. This book was supposed to save us. It was supposed to tell me what to do to save humanity.

I had heard about it in one of those human interest stories before the wonder drug TIGHT was released to the public. Someone had placed a freedom of information request into this council to view their Emergency Procedure Manual for Zombie Invasion. It was given so much publicity that the council were forced to provide a plan.

It wasn’t easy getting here and given what I had been through, I expected something more than this!

Maybe it got better. It better get better.

I couldn’t face the disappointment that page one of the thin book held, so instead I wiped a pattern in the dust. This room, these council offices, belonged to another world. A world were housewives gossiped, lawns were kept short, school results mattered and the Tight didn’t walk the streets at night. It was a world I missed. But it was a world long gone.

Strange, I looked at the piles of books on the floor, these had been disturbed. There was a dust-free section of the bookshelf which clearly housed them until recently. Why? The Tight would have no reason to come down here. They weren’t interested or capable of reading.

The Tight were no longer flexible. It was an unexpected side effect. Somehow their muscles seized up and stayed that way, and of course the male muscle that many took Tight to enlarge wasn’t exempt. So they were clenched into body builder poses with every muscle taut and erect. Maybe the drug also affected their brains, or it could have been the pain involved, but whatever the cause they were insane and bent on relieving their immediate and most noticeable point of pressure.

One might have stumbled down here hoping to find a survivor and knocked these to the floor while it thrashed around. The books could have fallen into a distinct pile. But that didn’t explain the fact not much else was disturbed.

I fidgeted with the corner of the page of the book which still sat open on my lap. If a Tight was down here I should leave. The light was dim down here. They didn’t like light, their eye lids didn’t blink rapidly anymore so they hid during the daylight hours.

I slowly shut the book and pushed it into my backpack while keeping my eyes on the shadows. Yes, I should go now. I had what I came for. It was time to go.

Slowly I back up towards the door. I spun and collided with a wall. My head snapped back as my arms flailed out. I teetered on my heels as I tried to save myself. But my centre was already overbalanced. I could feel myself falling backwards. In that horrible moment realisation hit, I was falling and there was nothing I could do to save myself. Damn, this was going to hurt!

Everything moved in slow motion, my arms circling as I tried to grab onto something, my body tilting as it inevitably moved backwards and two strong tentacle like arms wrapping themselves around my waist.

Two strong arms? Around my waist?

I couldn’t decide if I was screaming because I was falling or due to the huge man who stood before me.

Then I fought. I knew it would do no good. The Tight were all muscle. That’s why they took TIGHT. So he was stronger than me and his pain saturated brain wouldn’t register any hurt I could inflict on him.

I could feel the tears of frustration budding in my eyes as I kicked, punched and thrashed around.

I was stuffed. I knew this but it didn’t stop me from fighting. I had no choice. I knew what was going to happen to me. I couldn’t let him do that to me. I had to make even a futile attempt to escape his iron grasp. I couldn’t meekly submit to him.

I didn’t want to die now. I had the book. I finally had it.

The Tight pulled me closer, pinning my arms to his chest and holding my hips to his so that I couldn’t bring my knee up to kick him in the obvious place.

“Calm down Ma’am,” a husky voice breathed through my hair.

I froze for a second. It spoke. They never spoke. Why did it speak?

“You’re so soft,” the voice groaned as the hands gently explored me.

I struggled again. It didn’t matter if it grew wings and flew. It was still a Tight and I was still about to be his pin cushion. It was very obvious that he was Tight.

“So you ain’t Tight? Holy shit,” the muscled bulk in front of me mumbled as he held me out to look at me without loosening his grip on me.

“Let me go, you Tight asshole!”

“I ain’t Tight, Ma’am, although I can’t speak for my asshole.”

“Now Ma’am,” he interrupted, “It ain’t proper for a lady to cuss Iike that. I know I been incline to call the Tight some mighty colourful names, but I ain’t no lady.”

“Ma’am, I’m speaking to you ain’t I? I can move my limbs, can’t I?” He rolled his shoulders but didn’t release me. “I ain’t one of them.”

“I ain’t. Why can’t you see that?”

“That! That’s how I know!” I pointed at the evidence.

The monster in front of me laughed. He actually laughed.

“Ma’am, you are a loose woman and I ain’t held a woman to me in a long time. You might have been meaning to escape me but hell your body felt right nice as you rubbed it against me. I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t get this reaction to you.”

“Loose woman?” I knew the term it just didn’t seem right coming from his lips.

“I don’t mean that you are easy to get into bed, just that you didn’t take that TIGHT stuff.”

“No Ma’am, that’s what I been trying to tell you.”

“But you are so big?” I looked again over the massively muscular chest and down to the prominent bulge in his jeans, “Huge.”

“Why thank you ma’am. I played defence and my body was built this way from working on my pa’s farm.”

“But...?” I stuttered again, a million questions all going through my head.

“I don’t mean to be rude Ma’am. But it’s getting late and my pa sent me to get something from this room.”

“You’re looking for the book?” I blurted.

“Yes Ma’am. Pa said that the council here wrote a book telling folks what to do if zombies attacked. He sent me to fetch it but I am having the devil’s own time finding it. I ain’t ever been good with school stuff so I don’t know how I am gonna find it.”

I bit my tongue. This man would easily over power me if he knew I had what he was looking for.

“Ma’am I want you...?” he stopped himself as I flinched away and cringed, “Ma’am, sorry ma’am, I ain’t good with words so excuse me if I upset you. I want you to stay with me. There ain’t many loose women left and I want to take you home with me.”

This guy may or may not be tight but he wasn’t all there in the brains department. There were no farms anymore. All that was left were the odd survivor trying to stay alive. No one had a home. Only those who banded together in large groups could afford to stay in one place for any length of time. I’d never found any of these groups but I’d heard they existed. I’d also heard that the Tight were attracted to them like moths to a flame.

“Can you let go of me,” I whispered hoping not to anger him.

He looked surprised and immediately dropped his hands from me, “Sorry Ma’am.”

I took his momentary confusion as an opportunity and ducked under his arm and out the door.

I ran. I didn’t know what else to do. I could hear him running after me. I couldn’t outrun this giant.

There was only one thing I could do. I saw it on the way in. It wouldn’t save me for long but it might give me enough time to find the gun I kept in my backpack.

I sprinted up the stairs and into the council foyer. It was a beautiful building designed around a central courtyard. This space was lit with a large dome allowing the sunlight to steam through to highlight the mosaic on the floor.

I threw myself into the circle of bright sunlight and pulled myself to a stop roughly in the middle. I caught my breath as I turned waiting to see what he did.

“I knew you were Tight,” I sneered when he stopped before the light.

I could see his outline hover around the edge. He was silent but I could hear his breathing.

“You’re so beautiful,” I heard the dark shape whisper. “I couldn’t see you in that room... but Ma’am you’re an angel!”

I gasped as he stepped into the circle. The sunlight fell on his face, in his eyes, and he didn’t react. His gaze was directly on me as his lips curled into a small smile.

His body was broad and obviously muscled but he moved with grace. The small subtle movements he made took my breath away. How long had it been since I had seen a man who wasn’t Tight? He took another smooth step forward as I watched, my eyes glued to him.

He waited. I could see that he wanted to move closer but wasn’t. Why?

I forced my eyes up to his face only to find his eyes roaming my body. His indiscrete appraisal reminded me of a time before all of this. A time where men and women would flirt with one another building the sexual tension between them until one took the chance and made the first move.

It had been a very long time since my heart had fluttered like this. I felt my breathing increase as I remember a time when sex was an act of beauty and of love. When couples jointly enjoyed the sensations they encouraged in each other. I felt a foreign ache in me.

I tried to distract myself by examining his face. He was at least in his early twenties, older than I expected. His eyes were a deep blue and twinkled like jewels set into his chiselled face. The distinct cheekbones lead down to a scruffy jaw line. If he was trying to grow a beard he was failing at it. The fluff that grew there was all patchy. His hair was cut short and uneven - home cut with kitchen scissors, I’d guess - tuffs of warm brown were spotted here and there.

He smiled a wide grin as he his eyes caught me watching him. His dimples were to die for.

It was then I realised how good it felt when he touched me. He had held me gently even though I fought him. I wanted to feel his body against mine again. He was standing before me, waiting for me. I wanted to feel his smooth skin against mine. I needed to touch him again and pretend that this was normal. I wanted to believe in his farm and that we could go home.

I closed the distance between us fast, jumping into his arms and without any words his lips found mine. His kiss was soft at first, gentle and caressing as his arms wrapped around my waist lifting me from the ground. But as I responded he became more passionate and demanding. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, lashing mine with his, and I was lost. He tasted so good. He felt so good. I wanted to taste and feel more of him.

His body was pressed hard against mine and his hands moved to cup my ass. His hands kneaded with shaky urgency, as he pushed my thighs apart. My legs bent up and wrapped themselves around his waist. He groaned loudly as he pushed his palms against my pelvis, pushing with the heels of his hands into me so that my soft folds were positioned over the hard ridge that dominated the front of his jeans. His tongue began to penetrate my mouth as his hips matched the motion. We ground our jean clad groins against each other.

My hands pulled up his shirt until it was over his head and on the floor. I let him yank mine over my head too. My grip found the hard muscles on his back. I dug my fingers in as I hung off him. His chest was taut muscle overlaying muscle, all moulded into the perfect pattern. It was smooth and warm as the lace on my bra was dragged up and down against it.

I bucked against him. My body moved in time with his creating the perfect friction. My hips were flush against his as he kissed my mouth, my face, my neck and any skin he could reach.

I wanted him too much to separate myself from him. I wanted to remove more of the clothing that stood between us but I couldn’t stop. This felt so good. I needed his hands on me, his mouth ravishing me and his hard desire rubbing against me.

I moaned with each of his thrusts. Then as they grew in tempo I threw my head back and let the sensation take me over. His hard ridge pushed at me straining to penetrate me through all the layers. I pushed against the blunt bulge and slid down the long length that must have been painfully pressed against his zipper. I imagined what he must look like all hot, sweating and naked. I imagined what he must be like unconstrained. I imagined all that manhood was mine for the taking.

A wave of pleasure broke over me and I sung out and convulsed as the bubbles of ecstasy burst inside me. He held me firmly with his hips rocked against mine until I was done. Then as my tingling subsided he began thrusting again. This time he was rough and demanding. He didn’t hurt me but he drove himself against me in clear desperation. His passionate eyes, raw desire and his confident desperation had me singing again. As I did he pushed the wet patch of taut material urgently against me. He released a groaned “Fcuk” as his hands dug into my skin. His erection pulsed through his jeans.

My eyes came up and met his. We held each other’s gaze as we remained welded in place. Our sexes glued together by the wet fabric that separated us.

Then he groaned. It wasn’t the groan of lust that had come so easily before. No this one spoke of frustration and annoyance.

He slowly lowered my legs but didn’t release me until I had my balance. My hand was shaking as it covered the wet front of my jeans and the soft throbbing flesh that waited behind it. I couldn’t help but notice the spreading wet on the front of his jeans. If he didn’t look so pained I might have rolled off the spoilt clothing and repeated that dance with him, only this time without the barriers.

“Shit, I’m sorry ma’am. Ohh hell, you ain’t married are you? Fcuk! I ain’t had a woman in nearly a year. An angel comes my way and I’m rutting her like sex starved ram,” he muttered under his breath, “And I jizzed my pants. Hell. Sorry. What must you think of me?”

“Sex starved ram?” I raised an eyebrow as I stumbled away from him.

I tried to straighten my clothing. The moment was over. My senses were returning and I felt the embarrassment of what I did.