by Cairo
Heaven found the shit appalling, and inhumane. Some women didn’t even have on any underwear and they were expected to attach a pad on the inside of their jumpers when their cycles came.
The girl sniffled again. “Oh, okay. Thank you.”
Heaven opened her locker and pulled out an unopened box of tampons, then asked her how old she was.
“Nineteen,” she replied.
Heaven blinked again. Ohmygod, she’s just a baby.
“How long have you been incarcerated?”
“I got here last month,” she answered, her eyes rimming with more tears.
At that moment, Heaven suddenly remembered her own anxiety when she’d first arrived at Croydon Hill, and found herself feeling bad for the young girl. She wanted to ask her what she’d done to end up here, but knew that was a no-no. You never asked another inmate why they were incarcerated. So instead she handed her the box of tampons and asked, “So why are you upset?”
Her top lip trembled. “Because I’m fuckin’ pissed. I got jumped in visits.” She opened and closed her hands into tight fists. “I wanna kill them bitches,” she hissed.
What?
Heaven immediately zoomed in on the fresh handprint on the side of her face and the young girl’s black eye and busted lip. She assumed it had come from another inmate; some bullying-bitch trying to intimidate the new girl.
Heaven could see where she’d easily become prey. Fresh meat. Young and tender. No one had had Heaven’s back when she first arrived, but she didn’t want this seemingly frightened girl to become someone’s bunk bitch.
So she invited the young women into her cell, and allowed her to have a seat at the foot of her bunk. Heaven waited for the girl to sit, then sat on the other end, shifting her body and tucking a leg beneath her body as she faced the young woman. She made a face, smelling an odorous funk wafting from the young woman.
“Um, sweetie,” Heaven said, trying to be thoughtful. “On second thought, I’m going to need you to sit”—your funky ass, she thought—“over there.” She pointed toward the metal desk.
She tried not to frown at the young woman as she walked by, but she gave her the side-eye as she took a seat on the metal stool.
Heaven glanced over at the young girl’s ass print still indented on her bed, relieved that she always used a second blanket as a covering for her bed during the day.
“Now tell me. Who jumped you?”
She blew out a breath, her hands shaking as she held onto the box of tampons. “My moms,” she answered, taking a hand and wiping her face. “And her trashy, crazy-ass friend. Both them messy bitches got it comin’, though.”
“Your mother? Wait. Your mother is here, too?”
The young girl shook her head. “No. She was here visiting me.”
Tears streamed down her face again. Heaven really didn’t feel like taking on this girl’s problems, but she looked like she needed a hug.
Wait. Well, she wasn’t about to hug the stank girl, but she’d at least be an ear for her to bend, before she kindly put the girl out of her cell. Besides, curiosity had gotten the best of her.
“Well, why did they attack you?”
Her nostrils flared. “Because her ass still mad at me for stabbin’ up her dirty-ass boyfriend.”
Heaven blinked. “And why’d you stab him?”
Her nose flared. “Because I got tired of him beating her up.” Now she was sobbing, snot sliding out of her nose. “I did that shit for her ass ‘n’ the bitch actin’ like he the damn victim. I shoulda just let ’im beat her ass. Again.” She sniffed back what sounded like a glob of snot. “Maybe I shoulda stabbed her dumb ass instead.”
Heaven quickly stood up and retrieved a box of tissue from off her shelf and handed the box to her. She spat phlegm into the tissue, then grabbed more and blew her nose. Then she wiped her face with the same snotty tissue.
Ugh.
God this wretched girl obviously had very little home training.
The girl yanked out several more sheets of tissue, then blew her nose again. She looked up at Heaven, who was now leaning back against the frame of the bunks.
“That stupid bitch actin’ like I killed his thievin’ ass,” she spat. “All he does is smoke weed and drink, then come in all hours of the night talkin’ shit like he somebody’s boss. Don’t nobody wanna hear that shit all the time. He don’t even work. All he wanna do is walk around in his dingy drawz scratchin’ his big, ole nasty balls.”
Heaven gave thought to asking her how she knew about the size of his balls, then quickly dismissed the idea. She really didn’t want to know.
“I’m sure your mom will come around,” Heaven offered, going back over to her locker and gathering some hygiene items for the young girl. The little bitch’s odor was starting to really kick up the more she cried. And it was making Heaven gag.
“Fuck her!” the girl spat. “All that baldheaded bitch care about is drinks, dick, and dumbness.”
Heaven frowned.
The girl’s hand flew to her head and patted it. “Ohmygod! I hate that ghetto bitch. She really fucked my muthafuckin’ scalp up.”
Heaven gave her a sympathetic look. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
She grunted. “Don’t be. All she cares about is Knutz’s ugly ass. All he wanna do is go out and knock niggahs in they heads and rob ’em. She so fuckin’ stupid.”
Knutz? Heaven cringed. She didn’t really know what to say to what she was hearing, but she needed, no wanted, to know who the hell was some man named Nuts.
“Wait, did you call your mother’s boyfriend Nuts, as in a bag of nuts?”
The girl sniffled again, giving her a look. “No. Not like the nuts you swallow,” she corrected. “It’s Nuts with a Kay at the beginning and a Zee at the end. Knutz.”
Heaven truly felt sorry for the girl, but she had heard enough. And her stomach was starting to churn from the girl’s atrocious breath.
She walked back over to her locker and began gathering personal hygiene items. Then she handed the young, distressed, stinky-ass girl a bag filled with two bars of soap, some deodorant, a tube of Colgate, a toothbrush, some cocoa butter lotion, a vinegar/water douche kit, and an unopened tube of Monistat cream to kill whatever fungus she was sure the nasty girl had between her legs.
“I’m sorry to hear that your mother and her friend fought you at—”
“Them dirty bitches didn’t fight me,” she snapped. “Get it right. They jumped me. Big difference.”
Heaven bit the inside of her lip to keep from bringing it to the young woman while she was distressed, but she had better watch her volume.
“Look, sweetie,” she said, thrusting the bag at her. “I don’t mean no harm, but you smell awful. So I’m going to need for you to take this goodie bag and get out of my cell. Please.”
The girl stood; seemingly embarrassed, but she quickly recovered, her eyes becoming glaring slits. “You ain’t gotta try ‘n’ put me down, Miss Bitch,” she hissed. She had the mindset to throw the bag back in this uppity bitch’s face. She had enough shit to deal with. But, she bit her tongue. She had two friends already at Croydon Hill who’d been here for almost a year already, but she hadn’t had a chance to see either of them.
So until she could get a few things from one of them, she decided to let this bitch live. Because the truth was, she couldn’t keep stuffing her pussy with them hard-ass prison napkins. She really did need the care package. She had nothing. And her cellmate, some bird-ass ho from somewhere down past Cape May—shit; she didn’t even know where the hell a Cape May was—was a broke bitch herself.
“I know my breath and cootie stink,” she snapped, snaking her neck. “I don’t need a bitch like you to remind me.”
Cootie?
“You ain’t gotta kick a bitch in the throat, when she already down.”
Now Heaven felt bad. She hadn’t meant to hurt the girl’s feelings. But shit. She smelled like the back of a garbage truck. And the shit was offensive.
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br /> “I didn’t mean—”
She cut her off. “Save it. I’m tryna stay classy as my auntie always says. But, trick. Don’t let the tears fool you. I’ma grown-ass woman. And I’ll take it to ya damn face.”
Oh, no, this little stinking bitch didn’t!
Heaven blinked, taken aback by her abrupt shift in attitude. “Now wait a minute, bitch. I’m trying—”
“To be goddamn messy,” she snapped, cutting Heaven off. “That’s what you tryna do, Miss Bitch.” She gave her a cold stare as another tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another. It was bad enough that her mother and her mother’s best friend had come up here and jumped her in visits.
And now this bitch was trying it with her. She felt like punching her in her throat. All she wanted was a goddamn tampon. Not judgment.
The young woman gave Heaven another look, but—this time—not too harsh. “You lucky I don’t sling this bag in your fuckin’ face,” she hissed. Then walked out.
Heaven found herself standing there, blinking several times.
I don’t believe this shit.
Had that little dirty hoodrat let her have it?
But what she didn’t know was, the young woman wasn’t as timid as she appeared. Out in the streets, she was wild and ran with two other young women. And the three went by the name the Switchblade Bitches, who smoked weed, sucked and fucked, and sliced up anyone who came at them wrong.
Heaven stuck her head out of her cell and watched the girl as she stomped down the tier toward her own cell—a bloodstain seeping into her jumper right in the center of her bouncy ass.
NINETEEN
Midnight Lovers . . .
“Mmm, yes, yes . . . fuck me,” Heaven moaned low into her burner cell, her fingers clicking away inside her wet pussy.
It was a little after one a.m., and Heaven and Officer Rawlings were on the phone, breathing heavy and talking dirty in each other’s ear. They’d been on the phone for almost an hour, before the two of them had finally begun engaging in their nightly ritual of hot, nasty phone sex.
He’d been painfully stimulated most of the conversation, his dick jutting upward, stretching over his navel as he lay on his back and teased himself, slow-stroking it until he felt his nut roiling upward, then he’d let go of his dick. He waited a few moments, then began milking it again.
Liquid arousal seeped heavy out of the tip of his dick. His balls were swollen with nut. He wanted release. Needed it. Bad.
Shit. He wished he had a fresh pair of her cunt-scented panties so he could sniff them while he jerked himself off.
Listening to Heaven’s sexy voice as she whispered through the phone, as if she were right there with him whispering in his ear, turned him on. She was addictive—everything about her was addictive. Her touch, her lips, her smile, her warm kisses, the feel of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way her mesmerizing eyes sparked fire every time he looked in them—everything.
He’d never get tired of her. She made him hungry for every part of her.
“You miss this dick, baby?”
Ever since she released from solitary—away from him, his dick—they talked on the phone late at night on his nights off. He missed her. His dick missed her. And she’d lie in her bottom bunk, listening to his voice, imagining being engulfed in his arms, while sliding in and out of her slick body.
She didn’t love him. She loved all of the possibilities of using him. And, yet, she found herself conflictingly in deep like with him.
“Mmhmm,” she cooed. “Yes, baby. I miss it . . . all of it. Yes, yes . . . mmm. My pussy’s so lonely without you.”
Rawlings smiled, languidly stroking his hard dick. He cupped his balls. “My nut sac is so heavy, baby. I can’t wait to flood that sweet pussy with all this good nut.”
Heaven rolled her hips and moaned, taking in more of her fingers. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel the weight of his hard body crushing her, his pelvis grinding into hers, the sound of flesh thump-thump-thumping. Kissing her. Squeezing her. Moving deep inside her.
“Close your eyes, baby.”
“They already are,” she said breathily.
“I’m kissing you, baby, my tongue sweeping over yours. Mm, baby. You taste so sweet; your lips, your tongue. Aah, damn, baby. I can kiss you forever.”
“Yes, yes,” Heaven whispered. A hand slid up to her right breast, a fingertip fluttering around the edges of her areola. “Kiss all over me.”
“Now my lips are sliding to the corner of your mouth until I’m”—he puckered his lips and made kissing sounds as if his lips were sliding down her skin—“slowly kissing down your jaw. My tongue traces your ear, twirling around the shell of it. Then I’m sucking your earlobe between my teeth. I can feel your body shivering, baby. You like that?”
Heaven moaned low in her throat again. Her ear was . . . oh, yes, God . . . one of her weak spots.
“Yes. I love it. I’m so wet for you.”
Rawlings groaned as he rubbed his thumb lightly over the crown of his dick, smearing the precum that drizzled out of his slit over it. His bulbous head was overly sensitive. He wanted to feel it between her lips, sliding over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. She still hadn’t given him head, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she’d be on her knees worshipping his dick, slurping and making love to it with that sweet mouth of hers.
“You gonna suck on this dick for me, baby?”
“Yes. I’m going to take it all in my wet mouth. Suck on your balls. Make ’em nice and wet, then slide my tongue up the underside, tracing that thick, pretty vein all the way up to the head of that thick, juicy dick.”
He moaned softly.
In his mind’s eye, he saw Heaven crawling on his king-size bed between his legs, her head dipping as she licked over his sac, rolling his balls with her mouth. He stroked his dick harder as if his hand were Heaven’s hot mouth.
“Goddamn,” he hissed, his hips shooting off his bed, arching up as if he were trying to push himself deeper in her mouth.
Rawlings closed his eyes, his imagination taking him places he’d never been, like feeling her tongue licking his asshole. He’d never had it done, never had the courage to ask a woman to journey there out of fear of being judged. He wasn’t on some gay shit. But close-minded bitches, no matter how freaky they professed to be, would think he was if he came at them with some shit like that.
Still, he wanted the experience.
Heaven took him out of his comfort zone.
Made him want to be wild and uninhibited. He wasn’t a prude. In fact, he was very open-minded. He enjoyed giving pleasure as much as he received it.
A lot actually.
And he wanted nothing more than to please his baby. But right now, he wanted his dick sucked, and his balls licked.
“Yeah, baby. Get up all on them balls. Lick ’em for me, baby . . .”
Heaven pulled her two wet fingers from her body and put them to her lips. She kissed the tips as if it was the head of his dick, swirled her tongue over them, then moaned. “Mm. I love this dick. It tastes so good.”
“Yeah, baby. Suck that shit.”
She slid her fingers into her mouth and greedily sucked him, her juicy mouth making sweet suckling sounds in his ear.
Heaven looked up at the mattress overhead and bit back her moan as Sabina stirred in her bunk. She hoped she hadn’t heard her.
She held her breath for a moment. When all she heard was Sabina’s growling snore again, she resumed sucking her fingers as she used her free hand and alternated between each of her breasts, toying with her nipples.
And then she told him, low and raspy, how her tongue was skirting along the ridge of his dick, then flitting tiny licks up and down his shaft, streaking it with her saliva, before taking it into her mouth.
Rawlings’ dick jerked in his hand as he imagined the warmth of her mouth engulfing him.
“Mmm, daddy,” she murmured. “My head is bobbing back and forth taking y
our dick deeper, deeper. Aah, yes . . . fuck my mouth, baby. Make it your pussy. Bust your batter down my throat.”
Rawlings had gotten so caught up in the moment that he started panting hard, clutching the bed sheet with one hand, while he increased his hand speed, his hand swiftly moving up and down his shaft.
He growled out, “It’s coming, baby . . . aaah, shit . . . aaah, shit . . .”
“Mm, yes. Give it to me. Flood my mouth, daddy . . .”
His hand pumped the base of his dick as he began groaning.
“Aaargh, aarrrrrgh . . . uhhh . . . take this nut . . .”
His body shuddered. His nut shot up in the air.
Long, thick streams of it, splashing over his chest and hitting under his chin.
Several seconds ticked by, both of them trying to steady their breaths, before Officer Rawlings blew a breath into the phone. “God. Damn, baby. I needed that. But I need you more.”
Heaven smiled. “Me too.”
She glanced at the clock. 3:17 a.m. She needed to hang up and get some sleep. Soon. The housing officer would be coming around to complete his tour, and she wanted to wash up and put her phone up, before she got caught with it.
She yawned. “I have to go.”
“No doubt, baby. Thanks for the nut.”
“No. Thank you. You made my night,” she told him.
“A’ight, baby. Go get some sleep. I’ma need another pair of them panties, a’ight?”
She shook her head, smiling. “I’ll have a pair ready for you.”
And she would.
Fresh washed pussy in a pair of red-laced panties.
“My baby. That’s what’s up. You really know how to keep a smile on your man’s face, don’t you?”
“Always,” she whispered.
She blew him a kiss, then disconnected, falling asleep around three a.m.
• • •
She heard the sound of running water and the depressing echo of cell doors sliding open before her lids fluttered open.
