LOGINChapter 5 - Through the bar The next morning I walked into the station with a coffee in one hand and the whole night still humming low under my skin, and I was halfway to my desk before I saw the look on Sergeant Brian’s face. "Lisa." He waved me over before I'd even sat down. "Change of plans today. You're going with Hargrove and Peters to the Eastside branch. I need you to work with them on an important case. They need a third set of eyes and you're it." My stomach dropped. "Today?" "Yes. Today. Round up with whatever work you have. The Van leaves in twenty minutes." He was already turning back to his paperwork. "Should be back by evening if you're quick about it." I stood there with my coffee going cold in my hand and my whole body screaming no. The Eastside was clear across town. The audit would take all day. And Marcus would be sitting in that cell waiting for footsteps that weren't going to come, and I'd have no way to tell him why. "Is something wrong?" Brian aske
Chapter 4 - Sex with the Inmate I turned and walked back down the corridor with my legs shaking and my face hot and my underwear soaked through. The rest of the day was torture. At four o'clock Reyes hung the keys on the board by the door and went home and I watched them swing there and waited. By six the shift had changed and the night crew had come on and the corridor was quiet. By eight I stood up from my desk and stretched then I walked to the board and took the keys down and put them in my pocket. I walked down the corridor. Marcus heard my footsteps and he stood up and wrapped his hands around the iron and watched me come, and when I stopped in front of him I pulled the keys out of my pocket and held them up so he could see. "Took you long enough," he said. I unlocked the cell. The door swung open and he stepped out and I stepped back and he caught me by the waist and pushed me up against the wall of the corridor and kissed. His hands were everywhere… my wais
Chapter 3 - Through the Bars I looked up at him through the iron and he looked down at me and the corridor was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. "You were expecting me," I said. My voice came out lower than I meant it to. "That's a lot of confidence for a man in prison." "Well, I'm already here." He wrapped his hands around the bars on his side, mirroring mine, and his knuckles went white against the metal. "I watched you last night. I saw the look in your eyes Miss Corp. You looked at me like you'd been waiting for something." "I see you're so full of yourself,” I said, walking further. “No wonder you ended up in prison.” "What do you want?” he sighed. I reached through the bars. My hand found the front of his jumpsuit and I pulled him forward until his face was close to mine… close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth, and I held him there and looked at him. "What's your name?" I asked. "Marcus." "Marcus." I said it slowly, tasting it. "I'm Lisa." "I know
Chapter 2 - The Fantasy The drive home was a blur of streetlights and wet asphalt and the same face playing over and over behind my eyes. I parked in my usual spot and walked up the stairs to my apartment and locked the door. Then I dropped my bag and my keys on the floor and went straight to the bedroom. I didn't bother with the lights. I didn't bother with dinner. I kicked off my boots and peeled off my uniform and got on the bed immediately in just my underwear and stared up at the ceiling with my heart already starting to pound. I closed my eyes and he was there. I imagined him with me in my own bedroom, in the dark, with his hands on my hips and his mouth on my throat and that same steady, unreadable look in his eyes. I slid my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my underwear and found myself already wet. "Nghh…" The sound escaped me before I could stop it and I pressed my fingers flat against myself and moved them in slow circles and let the fantasy build.
Chapter 1 - The New Inmate The fluorescent lights in the precinct hummed the same way they always did, a low, constant buzz that had become the soundtrack to my entire adult life. I checked the clock on the wall for the fourth time in an hour and sighed when I saw it had only moved eleven minutes. Eleven minutes. In eleven minutes I'd filed two reports, refilled my coffee cup, and stared at the same crack in the ceiling tile above my desk.My name is Lisa, and I've been a corrections officer for six years. Six years of the same routine, swing the same faces, the same walls and the same everything. I joined because I wanted to make a difference, and somewhere along the way the difference became paperwork every time.I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone out with friends. Couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on a date. My coworkers kept telling me I worked too much, that I needed to live a little, and I kept telling them I was fine. I wasn't fine. I was bored out of my mind.
Chapter 3 - The Secret "I have to go," I said. "I know." I reached for my blouse, still on the floor where it had fallen, and bent to pick it up. My legs were unsteady and my hands were still trembling. I got the blouse on and started on the buttons when I felt the air shift behind me. Then his palm landed flat on my spine, between my shoulder blades, and pushed. "Ahh… fuck!" My hands shot out and caught the desk as he bent me over it. My nipples dragged against the desk and the shock of the cold made them tighten all over again. His body came down over mine, chest to my back, and his mouth found my ear. "But I haven't had enough yet," he said. "Caleb, I… I need to.. fuck…” His cock slid back inside me in one slow, deep stroke and the rest of the sentence died in my throat. He started to move. I could feel the ridge of his head and the veins along his shaft and every place where he stretched me open. He was fucking me bent over his desk with both hands gripping my hips a
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h







