LOGINChapter 9 - The Disguise The work detail ruined me. Not the sex… the sex was the only part of it that made sense anymore. It was everything else. Seeing him everyday but not being able to do anything but stand there and watch him. Two more shifts like that and I was going to lose my mind. The brief touches and moments weren't enough. The stolen minutes in the restroom weren't enough. I needed a whole night. I needed hours. I needed him the way you need water. So I made a plan. I called the station at six that morning and I used my best sick voice and I told Sergeant Doyle I'd been throwing up all night and couldn't keep anything down and I didn't want to risk bringing it in. He told me to take the week if I needed it. I told him three days would probably do it. He said take four to be safe and I said thank you sir and hung up and lay back in my bed. I spent the first day putting the disguise together. The second day I practiced in it in front of my bathroom mirror until
Chapter 8 - The Restroom The restroom was a single stall with a metal door and a concrete floor and a sink with a cracked mirror over it and a window high up in the wall with frosted glass. I pulled the door shut behind us and turned the lock and Marcus was on me before the bolt clicked. His mouth hit mine and his hands went to my belt and I grabbed the front of his jumpsuit and pulled him in and we stumbled back against the sink with my ass hitting the porcelain and his body pinning me there. He got my belt open and my pants down over my hips and I got his jumpsuit open and his cock out and it was so hard and heavy in my hand. "Fuck," I breathed against his mouth. "You weren't lying." "I don't lie with things like this." He got his hand between my legs and found me soaked through my underwear and he laughed low against my neck. "You're the one who's been sitting on a bench with wet panties for an hour." "Shut up and fuck me." He turned me around immediately and then be
Chapter 7 - Outside The Station The morning came too fast and not fast enough. I got to the station at seven with my coffee and my hair still damp and my body already aching in that good deep way from two nights in a row, and I had barely sat down before Doyle was at my desk with the duty roster in his hand. "Work detail today," he said. "Four of them are to be taken out to the county field by the roadside for cleanup, the usual. You're on transport." My heart stopped and restarted. "Which four?" He read the names off the sheet and Marcus's was the third one and I kept my face absolutely still and nodded and said yes sir and took the roster and walked to the transport bay like nothing was happening inside me at all. The van was already backed up to the sally port. Two officers… Bennett and Cruz were opening the door, and I took my position at the rear of the van with a clipboard in my hand and my face set in the flat professional mask. The first prisoner came out in cu
Chapter 6 - Undeniable Pleasure He slid his hand down the front of my underwear and found me already soaked. "Fuck," he breathed. "Look at that." "Don't tease me." "I'm not teasing." He moved two fingers up and down my slit through the wet fabric, slow and deliberate, and my knees buckled and I grabbed the bars to stay up. "I'm getting you ready." He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled my underwear down over my hips and let it drop to my ankles. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, and now I was naked against the bars with nothing between my skin and the cold iron. The chill of the metal made me shiver all over. "Take your hands up," he said. I reached up and wrapped my hands around the bars above my head, and he slid his fingers between my legs from behind and pushed two of them inside me. "Nghh…" He finger-fucked me slowly, mobving his fingers up against that spot, and I pressed my forehead against the cold bars and moaned and rolled my hips back in
Chapter 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
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
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







