“A check up?” Pretty Guard raised a brow.
I nodded. “Mm hm,” I said. “In a nice private med bay.” With a tilt of my head, I played up even more. “Did they not tell you? You can’t send an injured inmate to isolation without a checkup.”
He waited a beat, rolling his tongue along his teeth as he studied me. Made sure I was worth his time, I guess. I wasn’t beautiful, but I was young at twenty-nine and pretty enough. In here, that was like gold dust.
I liked the weight I carried around my bones, and most of the guards did too. More to grab, they said,when I let them do it. It was only once before they stayed away.
And this one was new, so he didn’t realize that fucking about with me never ended well. He must not be very liked if no one warned him.
“Come on then, let’s check out your head,” he relented with a huff, making me stumble when he started walking, twisting us around.
He kept a firm grip on me as we moved through the mess hall and out into the halls. COs looked at us, one of them, Anderson, scowling at me as we passed. But he glanced at Pretty Guard and did nothing.
Anderson had almost lost a finger to my teeth after trying to make me blow him a few years ago. It was only on whatever god’s will he followed that he stuck his index finger in my mouth first, or he’d be missing his dick instead.
I winked at Anderson, and he turned away, and Pretty Guard guided me along.
The med bay was through a set of gates, but it still didn’t take long to get there. I spent the whole time making sure my ass rubbed against Pretty Guard’s crotch, smirking to myself as his dick thickenedbehind those disgusting polyester pants of his; it was always so easy. We passed a few more COs who didn’t stop him, didn’t warn him away. Oh fucking dear.
They were all corrupt creeps here.Even the warden, who was supposed to keep us safe, left us to the power hungry assholes from the old male prison, cheaper, easier, whatever. Not like anyone told me.
This place was always busy, but the infirmary was bigger than you’d expect because it used to house two sets of prisoners, and the male side was long since shut down, leaving big facilities that sat half empty.
“In here,” Pretty Guard said, nudging me into the very first bay room, before we even reached the triage center where our one nurse and doctor worked their bones off. Someone was shrieking something down there, keeping their attention, but Pretty Guard was new, and maybe afraid, because he made no tracks to run off and help them.
He shut the door and released my wrists, letting me step back and rub on them as I turned back to face him, making sure any anger was tucked away, replaced with fake lust.
“There’s no doctor in here,” I noted with a teasing edge, a tip of my head and a bite of my bottom lip.
Pretty Guard narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?” he asked. “You’re attractive enough that if you let me fuck you, you’ll do well.”
Not so unseasoned then. He had a whole spiel already.
I bit my lip harder, grounding myself, needing that pain to remind myself to stay calm, to play.
“Okay,” I said, my voice low, dipping my eyes just a touch. I couldn’t be pretty and demure in a bright orange boxy prison suit, but I could do my damn best. “I think I’d like that.”
“So what do you want?” he repeated, his voice getting thicker with lust as he stepped into my space, cupping his junk and squeezing.
“I want your cock,” I breathed. “Please, can I taste it? I’m desperate.”
“A needy bitch, huh?” He grinned.
I shrugged one shoulder. This was way too easy; it was almost boring. “Hey, there isn’t much opportunity for cock in here. Unless I want ago on Saggy Sal…”
Pretty Guard frowned, then ignored my bluster about the headguard Sal, who was about as lazy as they came and spent most of his time just trying to avoid us. One of the older gals said he was a holdover from the old men’s prison and was uncomfortable surrounded by so much estrogen.
Most of the guards here were, in fact, which was why there were so many men amongst them. The female guards were worse, so I wasn’t complaining. They saw right through me every time.
But here Pretty Guard was, unzipping his pants and pulling out a decent-looking cock, and I considered actually giving it a good suck.
Ithadbeen ages. And quiet fingers on the bottom bunk while my cellmate slept didn’t always cut it. The loneliness ate away at you in here if you weren’t careful. Sometimes even bad touch was good if it reminded you to feel.
“Just get on your knees and blow me, bitch.”
Ah, Pretty Guard going and ruining it for the rest of us. I did sink to my knees, but it wasn’t wet tongue and sloppy throat at the ready; it was teeth and jaw. If only he’d been nice, I might have been nice back. Fora few moments, anyway.It would make me nauseous; it always did, but it was worth it.
I looked up at him, eyes wide and docile, tongue poking out over my bottom lip, drawing him in… he placed the very tip of his cock on my tongue and I prepared to bite–
