Zombie Pimp

by Lee J Minter

  “But before I begin, how’s that arm?”

  “It still hurts like shit, but I’ll live,” said Breezy.

  He handed Breezy a sheet of paper with all the information that he had recently gathered up on Dwight Kimbo. His address, his wife’s name, his children, employer, next of kin, etc.

  “What are you telling me? This guy’s an L-seven that just decided to turn and become an undercover freak and killer at the same time; something is not right here?” Breezy said.

  “My thoughts exactly, boss. This cat has no history of violence, domestic or otherwise, that I could find,” Big Jesse said, as he took a sip of his drink.

  “Weird,” Breezy said.

  “Unless the sonofabitch is just good at what he was doing,” Dixie interjected.

  “What was that?” Breezy said.

  “I said…”

  “I know what you said, bitch! Now speak when spoken to you,” he said, cutting her off sharply before she could finish her sentence.

  “Sorry Daddy,” Dixie said submissively with her eyes downcast.

  She knew that she had stepped out of line by speaking out so openly by not asking permission first from her pimp “Breezy” because the name of the game was not only was she his girl, but also his property to do as he, please.

  And property was never equal to that of its owner, hence the word landlord.

  Only one of his girls had the diplomatic immunity to speak out openly and that was his bottom bitch “Whiplash” who just happen to saunter into the room as he put “Dixie” in her place.

  What’s up Daddy?” she said, as she greeted Breezy first, then Jessie.

  “What’s up baby doll?” he said, as she planted a light kiss on his cheek.

  Big Jesse watched her admirably; she was all woman he thought from her head, to her titties and toes. A curvaceous ebony butterball that could curl any men’s toes and having him screaming like a bitch in the bed while he was calling her name, while she was putting that magic box down on him mercilessly.

  The purple tight-fitting mini dress she wore, with matching stiletto heels, showed off her ample butt cheeks and big shapely legs.

  Big Jesse had gotten the pleasure of sampling her goodies and had become a fan ever since.

  Whiplash looked over at Dixie at the bar sipping on a cocktail.

  “Bitch I know you had a hard night, but rent doesn’t pay itself,” she said.

  “Put a scarf around that neck and get your skinny ass back on the block,” she ordered.

  Breezy grinned from ear to ear. He liked watching his bottom bitch in action, for some reason it gave him a hard-on.

  “Damn girl you out cold,” Big Jesse said, chuckling.

  “Yeah, but the rest of me is all hot & juicy!” she said flirtatiously.

  “I know that’s right,” Breezy said, with a smile, for a minute forgetting his pain.

  “Girl sit your fine fat ass down,” Breezy said.

  Whiplash complied sitting in a plush chair across from Big Jesse.

  “Dixie before you leave pour Whiplash a glass of that peanut noir,” he said.

  “You mean Pinot noir?” Dixie said, with attitude.

  “Bitch you blind and deaf? That’s what I said,” Breezy replied agitatedly.

  “Relax baby, she’s had a hard night; she don’t mean no harm” Whiplash said, in her defense.

  Dixie hands Whiplash’s her drink.

  “I’ll talk to you later,” Whiplash said too, Dixie.

  Dixie’s mouth dropped as she nervously hurried out of the house back onto the streets. Because that’s the last thing that one of the girl’s wanted to hear from his bottom bitch Whiplash.

  “I’ll talk to you later.”

  “I heard a freak almost choke her out?” Whiplash said as she took a sip of her fresh glass of wine.

  Big Jesse’s eyes never left her as he sat there quietly.

  “Yeah she might need some retraining, getting lackadaisical in her choice of clientele,” Breezy said.

  “I didn’t know we had choices daddy,” Whiplash said.

  That comment took Breezy by surprise, as he was about to say something he stopped and looked at Whiplash soaking in the merit of her statement.

  “Yeah, you’re fucking right!” he said, as they all broke out in laughter.

  He was, what he was, a demon in fine threads.

  “Breaking News!” the tv reporter said on the big television screen right across from them.

  “shhh-shhh, I want to hear this,” Breezy said.

  “It has just been confirmed, that authorities believe that the victim of what was thought to be a recent carjacking “Dwight Kimbo” a lab-tech at Apex Labs & Bioresearch, might now have been the victim of vigilante justice while he was living a double life as a serial killer the police gave the nickname “Hands On.” At this time they say all their gathered evidence points to him!”

  “I be damn, wasn’t there a twenty-five-thousand-dollar bounty on his head?” Breezy said.

  “I think so,” Big Jesse said.

  “Only one problem boss,” said Jesse.

  “What’s that?”

  “He’s got no head,” Big Jesse, answered.

  They all laughed again.

  Although Whiplash was sitting across from Breezy, she could not help but notice that his smooth dark complexion, now had an ashen color to it and he looked sick.

  “Daddy are you okay, she said?” as she set her wine down on the table and walked over to examine him further.

  “I am fine baby, except my arm hurts like a sonofabitch!” Breezy said.

  As Whiplash approach Breezy closer she could now see that his complexion had not only taken on an ashen color but the veins from his neck were grotesquely pronounced and throbbing, when she felt his forehead it felt as if he was on fire.

  “Something ain’t right with you daddy,” she said wide-eyed and nervous.

  “Jesse get Doc’s old ass off that young snatch and out here right now!” Breezy demanded.

  “Right away boss,” Big Jesse said.

  “Doc put them old English balls back in your pants and get your ass out here!” Big Jesse shouted out.

  “Coming mate just give me one moment to zip up,” Doc shouted out from behind the closed door.

  The old man shuffles out the door looking dishelved as he tucks his shirt inside his pants.

  “What seems to be the problem?” he said.

  “Breezy he’s not doing too well,” said Big Jesse.

  Doc rushed over to the sofa where Breezy was to examine him, and in the short time he was in the bedroom was quite surprised at the transformation that Breezy had made from the last time he had examine him and treated his wound.

  “Mr. Breezy no disrespect, but you look like bloody hell!” he said.

  Doc touched Breezy’s neck and forehead and noted he was uncomfortably hot. He then took a glass thermometer from his doctor’s bag, removed it out of its plastic wrapping and placed it in Breezy’s mouth, look at his wristwatch for a few minutes and remove it, he was now astounded by what he saw, Mr. Breezy’s temperature was one-hundred-and five-degrees.

  “Bloody hell! We need to get you into an ice bath now, Mr. Breezy.” Doc said.

  “Sounds good to me it’s fucking hot in here,” Breezy said.

  “Whiplash and Big Besse,” Doc said.

  “It’s Jesse,” Big Jesse corrected him.

  “Get every piece of ice you can find and put it in the coldest bath water for Mr. Breezy,” Doc said unperturbed by Jesse’s interruption.

  “This man is literally on fucking fire, move your asses now,” Doc said, tensely.

  “I need to lower the core temperature of his body immediately before he goes into shock!” he said.

  Big Jesse and Doc, both assisted Breezy into the bathroom after Whiplash and Jesse had prepared their boss an ice bath in his jacuzzi bathtub at the request of Breezy’s on-call doctor.

  “Okay, I think this is the part where B
reezy would prefer only one dick in the bathroom,” Whiplash said, as she took over from Doc and Big Jesse.

  “Roger that mate.”

  Doc releases Breezy and hands him over to Whiplash as he nodded his head that it was okay, to Big Jesse.

  “I am going to just stick around for a while love until he is stabilized if that’s alright with you.”

  “No problem Doc, you can finish getting your little pecker wet for all I care,” Breezy said.

  Doc shook his head as he exited the bathroom.

  Big Jesse was still standing there looking at Breezy with concern.

  Breezy raised his head up and despite his condition, spoke to both of their surprises.

  “Scram Jess, I don’t need another man admiring what I was blessed with you dig?”

  “I dig,” said Big Jesse, as he exited also.

  Whiplash got all of her pimp’s clothes off and got him into the cold bath water.

  “Daddy it’s going to be okay,” was the last words he heard before he passes out and went into a deep coma-like sleep.

  • • •

  When Breezy opens his eyes, it was as if the whole world had changed while he was asleep, and he was now viewing the world through different lenses.

  He was no longer in danger of overheating because his body was now as cold as the blood that now ran through his veins, as he emerges from the bathtub of melted ice cubes.

  He reached over and as if by instinct along put on the nearby purple Turkish cotton bathrobe that hung on the wall’s hook. He tied it’s purple belt around his waist tightly as a craving hunger now swept over him as his brain demanded raw nourishment of any kind.

  A craving that was the driving force that made him put one foot in front of the other as he slowly walked out of the bathroom, as drool ran slowly down the corner of his mouth.

  All he felt was hunger, pain, as he looked through glassed over grayish pupils, as he enters his living room - humans, - food.

  “Hey daddy, I see you’re awake,” said Whiplash. The first one to greet him as she sets her glass down and walks over to him.

  She dabbed the drool off his chin with his robe collar as she touched his forehead.

  “He’s much better now Doc, cool as a cucumber,” Whiplash said.

  Breezy look at her through those dead pupils of his with no recognition, grunting.

  Hunger - pain - food.

  Breezy gently place his hands on the side of Whiplash face and then sink his teeth into her face and begin chewing into it as she let out a deafening scream of terror and shock as she struggles to pull away from his grasp.

  Big Jesse and Doc watch on in horror.

  “What the fuck?” Big Jesse shouted out as he jumped up off the sofa and ran over to assist Whiplash who had now been taking down to the floor by Breezy who was now cannibalizing her face.

  Doc wetted himself and broke for the door.

  “Come back Doc!” Big Jesse screamed out to him, while he attempted to wrestle Breezy off of Whiplash.

  But Doc was gone and now Big Jesse was on his own.

  After much effort and struggling, he finally manages to get Breezy off of Whiplash with half her nose still intact as he threw him off of her Breezy went crashing into a piece of the furniture nearby.

  Whiplash grab her face, as blood poured down it.

  “Oh, it’s on now you skinny bitch muthafucker!” she said as she made a beeline for her purse and retrieved a .38 revolver.

  Breezy was back on his feet and headed back towards Whiplash.

  “Whiplash no!” Big Jesse yelled out.

  But it was too late; she pops off three rounds into Breezy’s chest sending him crashing through the glass coffee table in the living room.

  “Bite that you old raggedy ass pimp!” she said.

  “What the fuck just happen?” Big Jesse said as he looks over at what appeared to be his now deceased boss.

  Cashmere and several of the other working girls came running out of other rooms in the house into the living room during the commotion.

  “What the hell is going on?” Cashmere said, as her eyes went over to her down pimp.

  “Bitch you just kill Daddy!” she said, as she ran over to Breezy.

  “Cashmere no!” Whiplash scream out.

  “Aaaargh!”

  Breezy sprung up and sank his teeth into Cashmere’s neck ripping out her throat.

  Cashmere flopped to the floor dead! Blood spurting profusely out of her fatal neck wound.

  Breezy was now back on his feet, grunting and sneering at everyone in the room. He could smell all of their insides, and he wanted to rip every one of these creatures apart.

  Whiplash aimed the .38 revolver center mass towards Breezy’s forehead.

  Smack! The metal candle holder went across the back of Breezy’s head, knocking him out cold.

  The candle holder fell to the floor out of Dixie’s hand.

  Whiplash lowered her gun down still in shock.

  “Bitch this is one time that I might not be mad at you for disobeying a direct order,” Whiplash said.

  “I didn’t it was just a slow night,” Dixie said taking out a wad of cash, throwing it on the table.

  “What the hell happen to Breezy?” she said.

  “I don’t know, but he’s like some kind of fucking…”

  ‘Zombie” said Bushy, one of Breezy’s girls of Caribbean descent, finishing Big Jesse’s statement.

  “My fucking nose!” Whiplash scream out holding a towel to her face.

  Big Jesse went to the kitchen came back with a sandwich bag with some ice in it, reached down and pick up part of Whiplash nose off the floor and put it inside the bag.

  “Take a couple of the girls with you and get your ass to emergency and they might be able to save your face,” He said.

  Whiplash snatched the bag out of his hand.

  “That’s all a bitch need is a pimp that’s a zombie, nose eating muthafucker!” she said, looking down at Breezy.

  “The rest of you get some rope or whatever we got so that we can secure him until we know what the fuck, we are dealing with?” Big Jesse said.

  “The answer might be here,” Dixie said, picking up the ID badge off of the bar that had her attacker’s name on it and where he worked.

  Dwight Kimbo, Apex labs & Bioresearch.

  “We need to find out where this joint is ? And pay them a little visit, but first I need to get some of my soldiers together,” said Big Jessie.

  Big Jesse looked down at the dead young woman named Cashmere with her throat ripped out lying on the floor.

  “Can someone throw a blanket over her Goddamitt!” he shouted out.

  Big Jesse walked over and picked up the cordless phone off the table and dialed one of his soldiers an ex-Nam veteran.

  A man with a deep voice answers on the other end of the phone.

  “What’s up Big Jesse?” he said.

  “I got a situation “Coldpiece” that needs handling you down?”

  “Brother I am ready if you steady,” the man shot back.

  “Good, round up a some of the crew and some choice hardware, we got a run tonight.”

  “Sounds like you got some serious “Action Jackson,” shit in mind.

  “Maybe? I’ll fill you in with the details when we all meet up.”

  “Copacetic,” replied Coldpiece.

  • • •

  Breezy had now been confined to one area of the house where he could be monitored, now secured with rope and chains to a chair that is bolted to the floor. But that did not stop the sound of his whaling and grunting from reverberating off the walls, whereas he could be heard throughout the house.

  “Can you shut him the fuck up!” Dixie said, not believing at first those words had come out of her mouth, as she looks up the address to Apex Labs & Bioresearch on a Mcintosh home computer. She had never been outspoken before without risking the consequences of being reprimanded by her pimp. But this was different, although technica
lly speaking Breezy was still her pimp he was nevertheless, now a Zombie-pimp.

  A pimp who’s only desire was to devour human flesh like it was filet mignon.

  “Muffle him,” Big Jesse ordered the other girls in the room.

  “That shit is starting to creep me out too,” he said.

  Ding dong, ding-dong.

  “Now who the fuck can that be?” Big Jesse said as he looks at Dixie suspiciously.

  He took out a 9mm from his waistband and made his way to the door.

  “Who is it?” he said.

  A feeble voice answer back.

  “It’s Doc.”

  Big Jesse, frown as he opened the door and greeted the runaway doctor.

  “I be damn, it’s the cowardly lion, welcome back,” Big Jesse said.

  “Mate, please accept my sincerest apology for my hasty retreat,” Doc said.

  “Sure,” Big Jesse said waving Doc on in the house.

  “By the way Doc, you have something on your nose?” Big Jesse said.

  “What?” Doc said checking his nose.

  “This!” Big Jesse said as he punched Doc in the nose and sent him sprawl out to the floor.

  “You sonofabitch what did you do that for?” Doc said as blood gush out his nostrils.

  “If you ask that question again, you might wake up dead,” Big Jesse warned him.

  “Duly noted,” Doc said, fearfully, as he swallowed the lump in his throat, took out a rag and applied it to his bloody nose.

  “Get this asshole an ice pack for his nose,” Big Jesse said to one of Breezy’s call girls a seasoned whore that went by the name of Tasty.

  “If you run away again, I’ll make sure it’s your last time, understood Doc?” Big Jesse said grimly.

  That lump came back in Doc’s throat as he elevated his head to stop the bleeding, still holding the rag against his nose.

  “Loud and clear mate,” he said.

  Graarghhhhhh!

  “What the blimey hell is that godawful noise?” he said.

  “Do you really want to know?” said Big Jesse.

  Doc nodded his head reluctantly.

  Why the hell had he come back, he thought?

  “Follow me,” said Big Jesse.

  Doc gasped and was stunned by the quick transformation and deterioration of his employ’s appearance, during the short time that he had left.

  “Good lord, he looks like a Zombie…”