Then one night I finally got my opportunity. I had popped my shoulder out of place and needed medical attention. Eva was walking me back to my pod afterwards. Instead of me walking ahead like protocol required, we were side-by-side.
That ass looked too fat in them pants. So smoothly, I brushed my hand across the side. I saw the reaction at once. Her body tensed slightly but she didn’t check me. She didn’t pull away either. So…I did it again. Slower this time. Eva smiled to herself and yeah…that’s when I knew I was in there.
I leaned in close enough for only her to hear me. “I wanna eat the hair off your pussy, Eva.”
She damn near stumbled over her own feet before catching herself. Her eyes flicked toward me quickly. “You shouldn’t talk like that, inmate,” she murmured trying to sound stern. “You gon’ get yourself in trouble.”
I smirked slowly. “I’m in prison, mama. It look like I give a fuck about trouble?”
Her cheeks flushed. I looked her up and down slowly before lowering my voice again. “I could take care of you, you know that?”
Eva swallowed.
“I meanreallytake care of you.” I stepped a little closer. “Pretty woman like you shouldn’t be working in a place like this. You deserve to be somewhere laid up relaxing while a nigga spend money on you.”
That finally broke her composure. She smiled hard then looked away trying to hide it.
But I already had her. I had planned this shit carefully too. “There’s a storage closet down that hall,” I nodded toward the side exit. “Janitors don’t use it because the lock always sticking.”
Her head turned toward me sharply.
“Give me ten minutes when you ready,” I murmured. “Lemme show you how a real nigga treats you.” I held her eyes. “I bet I make you cum in eight.”
Her breath trembled.
She was mine.
I could feel it.
I could almost smell her pussy leaking for me.
She didn't respond, but the seed had been planted. It just needed a little water.
But then, she disappeared for two weeks. That shit irritated me more than I wanted to admit. Had me thinking maybe I pushed too hard too fast. Then one day she came back. Butnot the same Eva. No little flirty smiles or attitude. She looked stressed and tired. Damn near defeated.
“I'm sorry I been gone,” she said quietly, eyes fixed ahead. “My landlord sold my townhome, and I've been trying to find somewhere to stay.” She swallowed hard. “Had to leave most my furniture. My credit fucked up so everybody keeps denying me.”
She was trying hard to hold it together, but I could see that vulnerability leaking out.
I looked around the pod before lowering my voice. “Don’t let these niggas see you shaken, mama.”
Her eyes flicked toward me briefly.
“I told you already,” I continued smoothly. “You need a man that can take care of you.” I leaned a little closer. “I can get you squared away.”
Suspicion mixed with desperation crossed her face.
“I can't say too much about what I do,” I murmured. “But ask around about me.”
Eva chewed her bottom lip thinking. Then finally she asked, “What I gotta do?”
I smirked slowly, letting my eyes drag over her body. “Lemme eat that pussy like I told you.”
“Bishop,” she breathed, eyes widening.
I leaned back casually. “I don't know, C.O…my stomach kinda fucked up.” I rubbed my stomach lazily. “Think I need to see medical right quick.” I held her eyes, waiting for her to make the next move.
Eva stared at me another second before finally pulling out the cuffs. “Hands behind your back.”