CutieBooty
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Woodbury was a settlement that was a long way from being perfect, that was true enough. But the people worked hard at it. Everyone knew how to pitch in. Every job was important. It seemed like the charismatic leader who everyone only knew as the Governor knew what he was doing.
You got this far through hard work, through diplomacy. Through coercion and threats, if you needed to use them.
You didn't get this far by letting people, especially uptight, fat little girls who thought they were superior because they were a Harvard-taught doctor, say no. She wasn't anything special, and she needed to learn that.
He gave her that winning smile he used on everyone – the smile that disarmed people, that made it so easy to say yes to what he was asking, no matter what it was – even as she looked at him with her nose turned up slightly.
“ We've only got you and Dr. Stevens, you see.”
“Then put her on the job. I've got bett –“
“You’re not going to want to finish that sentence, Dr. Myers.” It was said very carefully. Most people wouldn't have heard anything but a good-natured, gentle reprimand, but she didn't. She heard the dark threat.
She tried a different tactic. “Governor, if we've only got two doctors, then wouldn't it be best to –“
“I've decided what’s best, Dr. Myers. It’s very important to me to keep one of my best men, and one of Woodbury’s most stalwart defenders, up and running. Understand?”
There was a long moment of silence. He stared at her with that careful, disarming smile on his face. She stared back at him, her eyes cold, her lips pursed. Then she nodded her head and started to back out. “Yes, sir.”
“You take good care of him, alright?” He grinned, nodding at her, flashing his white teeth as she left his office. The smile faded into a scowl once she was gone as he sat behind his desk, silent for a long moment, before turning to one of the guards he always kept at hand. “Call Merle in.”
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A 4.0 GPA. A Harvard medical doctor degree, with a minor in surgery. Noelle Myers had worked for years at this, she had busted her ass for this. And now it didn't even matter. Now, she was the personal nurse to a hooting, inbred piece of white trash who had inexplicably climbed right up the Governor’s ass with his one arm.
”She’s a good doctor. I don’t want her hurt.”
It wasn't worth it. This play at normalcy was not even worth it.
Then the young woman sighed and looked at herself in the small mirror she had and realized that yes, yes it was worth it. Out there was no place to be, with the biters. Nothing could cure that disease. Not yet, anyway. And she wasn't keen on being anywhere near anything that could cause it.
Still…
”I just want her… taken down a notch. Can you do that for me?
She stood and propped the mirror up on her desk, taking a step back so she could see as much of herself as possible in the frame of glass. She was one of those high-class, professional broads – beautiful and sexy more in an unreachable, intelligent way than a Hollywood starlet way. Her hair was long and thick, and a deep, dark fudge-chocolate in color. She knew that having long hair was a detriment in this new world – something people, biters, could grab hold of – but she couldn't help herself. She did keep it up in a tight little bun, but some pieces still managed to fall out to frame her soft face. Her eyes were a bright, calculating forest green, framed by square-rimmed glasses.
She only stood about 5’3”, if that. Her body dipped in and out to form the most curvaceous of all hourglasses – one had to really stretch to even call her chubby, but it was true that she had padding. This wasn't a girl whose bones could be felt through her skin. There was something extremely fertile about her body, despite her cold, high and mighty personality. Her breasts were ample, her cleavage obvious in the tight sports bra and white sleeveless shirt she wore on this hot summer day. Her hips flared outwards, helping to support a rather fat ass together with her thick, strong thighs and legs, covered by a pair of rather ragged jeans. Her feet were encased in comfortable but practical boots. She managed to pull off the ragged zombie apocalypse survivor look well, though it was clear that pencil skirts and high heels were more her style.
She glanced up from her reflection as she heard a knock at the door to the small office she kept in the house that served as the hospital and took a deep breath.
”I don’t care how you do it just so long as she can keep working.”
Stepping to the door, she opened it, her dislike for the situation clearly evident on her face.
“You can whine and moan all you want, Mr. Dixon, but you’re not getting any more morphine. So if you don’t have a real problem, I suggest you leave so I can look after people who do.”
Some people called Merle Dixon the lieutenant of Woodbury - one step down from the Governor. But he wasn't the Governor, so Noelle had no problem mouthing off to him. Anything he wanted to do, he had to go to the Governor, ask permission - and Noelle, fiesty little filly that she was, was a doctor, and much too valuable to Woodbury and the Governor to be offed for her smart mouth.
"I just want her... taken down a notch."
Not offed, no... but punished.
You got this far through hard work, through diplomacy. Through coercion and threats, if you needed to use them.
You didn't get this far by letting people, especially uptight, fat little girls who thought they were superior because they were a Harvard-taught doctor, say no. She wasn't anything special, and she needed to learn that.
He gave her that winning smile he used on everyone – the smile that disarmed people, that made it so easy to say yes to what he was asking, no matter what it was – even as she looked at him with her nose turned up slightly.
“ We've only got you and Dr. Stevens, you see.”
“Then put her on the job. I've got bett –“
“You’re not going to want to finish that sentence, Dr. Myers.” It was said very carefully. Most people wouldn't have heard anything but a good-natured, gentle reprimand, but she didn't. She heard the dark threat.
She tried a different tactic. “Governor, if we've only got two doctors, then wouldn't it be best to –“
“I've decided what’s best, Dr. Myers. It’s very important to me to keep one of my best men, and one of Woodbury’s most stalwart defenders, up and running. Understand?”
There was a long moment of silence. He stared at her with that careful, disarming smile on his face. She stared back at him, her eyes cold, her lips pursed. Then she nodded her head and started to back out. “Yes, sir.”
“You take good care of him, alright?” He grinned, nodding at her, flashing his white teeth as she left his office. The smile faded into a scowl once she was gone as he sat behind his desk, silent for a long moment, before turning to one of the guards he always kept at hand. “Call Merle in.”
++++++
A 4.0 GPA. A Harvard medical doctor degree, with a minor in surgery. Noelle Myers had worked for years at this, she had busted her ass for this. And now it didn't even matter. Now, she was the personal nurse to a hooting, inbred piece of white trash who had inexplicably climbed right up the Governor’s ass with his one arm.
”She’s a good doctor. I don’t want her hurt.”
It wasn't worth it. This play at normalcy was not even worth it.
Then the young woman sighed and looked at herself in the small mirror she had and realized that yes, yes it was worth it. Out there was no place to be, with the biters. Nothing could cure that disease. Not yet, anyway. And she wasn't keen on being anywhere near anything that could cause it.
Still…
”I just want her… taken down a notch. Can you do that for me?
She stood and propped the mirror up on her desk, taking a step back so she could see as much of herself as possible in the frame of glass. She was one of those high-class, professional broads – beautiful and sexy more in an unreachable, intelligent way than a Hollywood starlet way. Her hair was long and thick, and a deep, dark fudge-chocolate in color. She knew that having long hair was a detriment in this new world – something people, biters, could grab hold of – but she couldn't help herself. She did keep it up in a tight little bun, but some pieces still managed to fall out to frame her soft face. Her eyes were a bright, calculating forest green, framed by square-rimmed glasses.
She only stood about 5’3”, if that. Her body dipped in and out to form the most curvaceous of all hourglasses – one had to really stretch to even call her chubby, but it was true that she had padding. This wasn't a girl whose bones could be felt through her skin. There was something extremely fertile about her body, despite her cold, high and mighty personality. Her breasts were ample, her cleavage obvious in the tight sports bra and white sleeveless shirt she wore on this hot summer day. Her hips flared outwards, helping to support a rather fat ass together with her thick, strong thighs and legs, covered by a pair of rather ragged jeans. Her feet were encased in comfortable but practical boots. She managed to pull off the ragged zombie apocalypse survivor look well, though it was clear that pencil skirts and high heels were more her style.
She glanced up from her reflection as she heard a knock at the door to the small office she kept in the house that served as the hospital and took a deep breath.
”I don’t care how you do it just so long as she can keep working.”
Stepping to the door, she opened it, her dislike for the situation clearly evident on her face.
“You can whine and moan all you want, Mr. Dixon, but you’re not getting any more morphine. So if you don’t have a real problem, I suggest you leave so I can look after people who do.”
Some people called Merle Dixon the lieutenant of Woodbury - one step down from the Governor. But he wasn't the Governor, so Noelle had no problem mouthing off to him. Anything he wanted to do, he had to go to the Governor, ask permission - and Noelle, fiesty little filly that she was, was a doctor, and much too valuable to Woodbury and the Governor to be offed for her smart mouth.
"I just want her... taken down a notch."
Not offed, no... but punished.
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