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A lock of unruly hair fell forward over her brow as she dangled her arms over the side of her bed so that Heaven could see her as she closed her right hand into a small fist, then did the same thing with her other hand, placing them on top of each other.
“See, this right here is a five-inch dick.” She spoke as if she were giving instructions on measuring a dick without using a ruler. “If the head peeks out over the opening of my fist, then it’s about a five-and-a-half. Now if I stick it in my mouth and it only hits the back of my throat, then it’s usually only six inches . . .”
Heaven stared at her in amazement. “And if it’s smaller than five inches?”
Sabina gawked. “Then that’s a damn Tic Tac, honey.”
Heaven couldn’t help herself from laughing. “Ohmygod, girl. Your ass is silly.”
“Uh-huh. And I’m a dick connoisseur. I’ve sucked a ton of dicks to know the length of one.”
“Wait. I thought you had a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, and? Sucking dick was my side hobby. The bigger, the better; but don’t get me wrong; I don’t mind a short dick, if it’s nice and chunky, like Struthers’. But if it’s skinny annnnd short, hell no.” She feigned a cough. “I’m allergic to little dick. The only thing a toothpick can do is, pick out the food between my teeth.”
Heaven shook her head as she eyed her. “Now why exactly did you suck him again, knowing how ruthless he is?”
She scoffed. “Because when he asks you to suck his dick, you get down on your knees, and you suck it. Or feel his wrath. He doesn’t take no for an answer.”
“Oh, so he basically sexually assaults females?”
“No. It’s more like creative coercion,” she rationalized. “He coerces you, then creatively finds ways to keep you indebted to him. Interestingly, as nasty and horny as he is, he’s very selective as to who he lets suck his dick.”
Heaven sat all the way up. “Oh, how so?”
Sabina continued leaning down over the edge of her bunk, her hair falling into her face again. “He usually likes them real young and fresh, straight off the bus; especially the ones who’ve never been to prison before.”
“Mm. Fascinating. So he’s a predator,” Heaven said, her mind swirling with all sorts of dirty thoughts.
She hadn’t even seen what he looked like, and already she had him fucking her, bent over, feet in a wide stance, her hands up against the wall. Him in back of her, bent over, sliding his tongue down her spine—then giving her ass a heavy swat with one of his huge hands, the sting causing her pussy to tighten.
Her imagination started running like a wildfire. Hot, juicy images of him grasping her hips with those hands of his, yanking her backward as he plunged his hard dick inside her, burying himself as deep as his stumpy dick would possibly allow as he fucked her fast and hard, her pussy growing slicker with every thrust.
She couldn’t help—
“Suck his dick good for him,” Sabina continued, snatching Heaven from her salacious reverie just as a delicious thrill coursed through her body, “and he might bring you in some McDonald’s or a chicken cheesesteak.”
Heaven blinked out of her—hell, she didn’t quite know what to call it. She frowned. Had she heard her right? A chicken cheesesteak? What the hell? McDonald’s?
Mmph. These dumb hoes were definitely playin
g themselves too short, sucking dick for burgers and fries. So all they thought they were worth was a damn hot sandwich, or some burger joint?
She raised a brow. “And what did you get?” she asked Sabina curiously. “A burger too?”
Sabina grunted. “Mmph. Hell no. Don’t even play me like that. I got three packs of Newport, and six mini bottles of Fireball.”
Heaven blinked. So this bitch was sucking for smokes and 50ml nip bottles of cinnamon whiskey?
“Ooh, do it, girl. You ran his pockets, huh?”
“Unh-uh, ho.” She pointed a finger at her. “Don’t even judge me. It was my birthday, and I wanted to turn up. So, yeah, I sucked his dick. And I’d suck it again if I had to. Do you know how much a pack of cigarettes are worth up in here?” She didn’t wait for a response. “A fortune, okay.”
“Oh, okay. School me, then.” Her tone was a mixture of sarcasm and sincere interest. She’d never smoked. All she knew was that they were ridiculously too expensive on the streets. She thought anyone stupid enough to spend almost sixty-dollars on a carton of cancer sticks were dumb as hell. Yet, as she sat up in her bunk, she suddenly heard cash registers ringing in her head as Sabina enlightened her on the prison cigarette trade.
“So be clear,” Sabina added. “Prisons might no longer allow smoking, but an addict is gonna get his or her fix no matter what. And a prison bid isn’t going to stop it. You have the pill poppers, the meth junkies, the coke users, and the nicotine addicts all up in here jonesing for their next hit.”
She continued on about supply and demand in prison. Depending on the two, one single Newport could cost an inmate twenty-dollars or more. Sabina had charged twenty-five for one, netting nearly five hundred dollars on one pack.
