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Chapter 19 Prison Service
“Who’s the slut,” asked Mark’s dad when
Stacy and Mark arrived at the steel cafeteria table. Victor Wilson was seated with a slender, much
younger man.
Stacy was somewhat wide-eyed as she took in
her surroundings. It was a dining room
the size of a football field. Along the
walls, there was a walk way or parapet fifteen feet above the floor. Guards armed with pump shotguns walked slowly
along the parapet watching the prisoners and visitors. Children were running around screaming for
Daddy while their mother’s tried to hang onto them in a very dangerous
environment.
Everything was bolted down or built
in. The dining table and side benches
were a single sturdy unit. Large metal
bolts secured it to the painted concrete floor.
Later, Mark explained that the prisoners could turn anything unsecured
into a missile.
During the drive, Mark had informed Stacy
his father had a younger companion named Dave.
“He’s Dad’s bitch but don’t ask him anything about Dave. That’s too personal.”
“Your dad’s gay,” asked Stacy surprised?
“Fuck no, what makes you say a stupid
thing like that,” said Mark angrily?
“You said he was your dad’s
companion. I just assumed they were in a
relationship,” said Stacy.
“Prison doesn’t count. Just say as little as possible,” said
Mark. “And don’t mention the word
gay. You’ll ruin the whole visit.”
It had taken a minute to find the two amid
all the confusion of the visitors rushing into the lunchroom. Vic Wilson certainly
looks the part of a killer thought Stacy when Mark shouted, “There they are,”
and headed toward a table in the back.
He was a large man over six feet with iron gray hair, a lean muscular
body, and what Stacy later described to Portia as the cold blue eyes of a
murderer.
“Stacy,”
muttered Mark. “She’s your
present. She’s hot and loves to fuck”
“Hello
Mr. Wilson, Happy Birthday,” said Stacy smiling as she and Mark sat down across
from them.
“She
looks diseased,” said the younger man eying Stacy like she was something that
crawled out from under a rock.
“She’s
pretty enough. Is she clean,” asked Vic
looking directly at Stacy.
“Yes,
Daddy, she’s clean. She’s a 34D and
they’re real just like you like them,” said Mark handing the bag of cigarettes
across the table to his father. But Dave
intercepted the bag. He quickly reached
in and pulled out a pack.
“Nice
pair of tits, sure they’re not fake?” asked Vic as Dave first lit one cigarette
and placed it between Vic’s lips. He
quickly lit another for himself.
“Yes,
they’re real. My mother has large
breasts and I was fortunate to inherit them from her,” said Stacy annoyed by
the question.
“Did you
also inherit being a whore from Mommie,” asked Dave? “Or was it your great grandmother who first
turned tricks for a living?”
“My
mother is an allergist,” said Stacy.
“She has her own clinic in
“What the
fuck is an allergist,” asked Vic?
“Stacy’s
mom is a doctor. You know how Mom was
allergic to cat fur. Stacy’s mom hands
out pills for that,” said Mark.
“Mavis
wasn’t allergist to cats. She just hated
them and didn’t want you to have one.
She lied to shut you up,” said Vic.
“Oh,”
said Mark dejectedly as if he had finally learned the truth of something
profound and terrible from his childhood.
“She used
to tell me how when she and her brother, Lyle, were kids, they’d round up the
neighborhood cats, put them in a laundry sack with a brick and toss it in the
Merrimack River,” said Vic. “Fucking
Lyle, bastard is crazy as a sewer rat.”
“I didn’t
know that,” said Mark sounding more despondent.
“Oh,
Markakins, don’t go getting all weepy because Mommy wouldn’t let you have a little
pussy,” said Dave in a taunting little girl voice.
“Pets
can play a pivotal role in early childhood development,” said Stacy having
decided that Dave was not one of her favorite people. The thought occurred to Stacy she should
definitely not be trying to participate in the conversation.
“What the
fuck does that mean,” asked Vic focusing a cold hard stare on Stacy?
“Nothing,
Daddy, Stacy goes to Harvard. She’s
always saying something weird,” said Mark.
“Watch
your whore mouth, Stacy, or I might knock those pretty white teeth of yours
down your throat before I stick my dick in it,” said Vic smiling. “Then your daddy would be out all the money
he paid the dentist.”
“Sorry,
Mr. Wilson, I just meant that taking care of a pet helps some children develop
into responsible adults,” said Stacy glad she had the good sense not to point
out that it was orthodontists not dentists who straighten teeth.
“I see
what you mean. My daddy trained pit bulls for the dog fights. He let me have a
couple that couldn’t fight worth a shit.
I loved those dogs and they loved me,” said Vic. “Those dogs help me become the man I am
today.”
The sly
look in his eye as he spoke convinced Stacy that Vic Wilson was nowhere near as
dumb as he acted. He knew what she had
meant by her earlier remark.
“You seen your Mom lately,” asked Vic?
“Yeah,
last week, she’s doing okay. The salon’s
making money,” said Mark.
“How’s
your new step dad?”
“Fine I
guess. He wasn’t there. Mom said he was
learning to play golf.”
“That’s
just fucking wonderful. I’m stuck in
this hell hole and your Mom and my brother are screwing every night if Jed’s
not too worn out from chasing a little white ball,” said Vic looking pissed.
“Dad,
Mom’s entitled to some kind of life. But
she still cares about you. And so does
your brother. Uncle Jed told me he was
talking to a lawyer about getting you a pardon or a new trial,” said Mark.
“Yeah, I
bet he’s working his ass off to free me.
Did you tell your Mom what I told you to tell her?”
“Frankly
no, there’s no point in causing any more bad feelings. We’re all still family you know,” said Mark.
At that
point, Vic reached across the table and grabbed his son by his jacket collar
and yanked him half way across the table.
“You tell
that whoring bitch and asshole brother of mine the day I get out of here, I’m
going to pay them a visit. For starters,
I’m going to cut his nuts off and make her eat them,” said Vic his face inches
from his son’s.
“Let him
go,
Vic held
on to his son’s collar as he looked up at the gun now pointed at him.
“Just
having a little family discussion, Sergeant Rucker,” said Vic releasing Mark’s
collar.
“Let’s
all calm down and have a nice visit,” said Stacy. “It’s your birthday, Mr. Wilson. Mark’s your son and he obviously cares about
you.”
“You
fucked her yet,” asked Vic?
“Yeah,
she’s hot and she loves to suck dick,” said Mark. “She’s likes it in her ass too.”
“If you
allow that diseased whore to put her nasty mouth on you, I’ll never touch it as
long as I live,” said Dave taking a long draw on his cigarette.
For some
reason, Stacy sensed that Dave’s gay shtick was all an act. The way he kept glancing at Stacy’s chest
convinced her he would love to put his cock inside her pussy.
“Vic,
this is my Ellen,” said a slightly built middle-aged man who suddenly appeared
at the end of the table interrupting their conversation. A much younger and pretty girl in a print
dress was standing by his side holding his hand.
Stacy
found it impossible not to stare. Ellen
had a nice figure and soft honey brown hair.
There was a certain innocence about her missing from most of the female
visitors. When she compared the two new
arrivals, she detected a family resemblance.
Father and daughter she decided.
Ellen’s about my age or younger thought Stacy and she’s even more afraid
than I am. Why in hell would a father
bring his attractive daughter to this place wondered Stacy. She quickly found out.
“Can’t
you see we’re busy, Miles,” asked Vic looking annoyed?
“I really
am sorry, Vic, but you said for me to bring Ellen over the next time she
visited me,” said Miles. Stacy noted
that Miles was looking if possible more desperate and frightened than Ellen.
“Vic said
we’re busy and for that matter, Vic’s son has already provided his dad with a
slut de jour. Hasn’t he, Slutakins?”
said Dave looking directly at Stacy.
“I’m here
for whatever. Why don’t you cool the
swish act, Dave,” said Stacy starting to get angry.
“Careful,
Dave, she’ll pull a shiv made out of a Tampax applicator and ram it up your
pisshole,” said Vic smiling at Stacy for the first time.
“Please, I
got to get out of there,” begged Miles on the verge of tears.
“Shit
Miles, don’t whine. Tell you what. Since my boy brought me Stacy, your girl can
thank my boy for me,” said Vic. “Maybe
I’ll try them both later.”
“And
you’ll get me moved to Block 10,” asked Miles.
“I said I
would. Quit acting like a shithead. Now get your ass back to your wife until I’m
done with your girl,” said Vic a dark look passing over his face. The look made Stacy believe that Mark’s dad
was never too far from killing someone for no good reason.
“Ellen,
your Mom and I will wait over there for you,” said Miles who then quickly
walked away.
Miles
returned to a nearby table and sat down with a woman that Stacy took to be his
wife and Ellen’s mother. He reached
across the table to take her hand. It
was at that point that Stacy realized that half the women in the lunchroom were
under the tables providing blowjobs. Curious
children were staring wide mouthed as Mom sucked Daddy’s cock. It was as different a world as Stacy had
grown up in as she could possibly imagine.
There
were also lines of couples in front of several areas that had been closed off
by curtains. Stacy decided correctly as
it turned out the couples were having intercourse behind the drapes.
“Don’t just stand there, Ellen, hurry up,”
said Dave. “Daddy may need a blow job once you’re done with Mark.”
“Which one
of you is Mark,” asked Ellen?
“Me,” said
Mark enlivened by the prospect that young and innocent looking Ellen would soon
have his cock in her mouth. “What’s this
all about, Dad?”
“Miles is
in Block 12 with the Brother’s of the Nation of Islam. When they’re not reading the Quran and
praying to
Vic
placed his hand over Ellen’s wrist causing the terrified girl to visibly
shiver.
“Don’t
piss your pants, sweetheart. Nobody’s
going to bite your nipples off. Although that did happen to a young lady last
month,” said Dave. “Her boyfriend got
overly excited.”
“Shut the
fuck up, Dave,” said Vic.
“Daddy
shouldn’t have embezzled all that money,” said Ellen. “It is killing Mother.”
“Sad,
isn’t it? So now his sweet little
innocent baby girl has to pay for Daddy’s crimes against society. Let’s have a contest. Think you can suck cock better than
Stacy? She’s a pro. What do you charge, Stacy,” said Vic.
Stacy
started to correct Vic then decided that was not wise. “Five hundred for a half and half.”
“What do
you get for anal,” asked Dave?
“Two
hundred on top of the five,” said Stacy lying through her teeth.
“Stacy’s
studying law at Harvard. She’s going to
be in the Olympics,” said Mark anxious to build Stacy’s resume to impress his
dad.
“Since
when did they make cock sucking an Olympic sport,” asked Dave?
“Skeet,
clay pigeons, I hope to make the skeet team.
Tryouts are this summer in
“So you
must be a dead shot and quick too,” asked Vic?
“I have a
good chance to make the team,” said Stacy.
“I was a junior champion.”
“Ever
killed anybody,” asked Vic?
“No,”
said Stacy trying not to act surprised.
Stacy sometimes took a break from the skeet range to spend time in the
indoor pistol range. Recently, she’d
been practicing with her new 9MM Sig Sauer switching hands. She’d become almost as accurate with her left
hand as her dominant right. As she
examined the paper target silhouette, she’d found herself wondering what it
would be like to shoot someone. I
wouldn’t have a problem if I was defending myself decided Stacy.
“But you
could if you had to or even wanted to. I
can tell. Surviving here you learn who’s
willing to kill and who is just a bullshitter.
You’re a killer. I can see it in
your eyes. Your chance to take a life
hasn’t come along but when it does, you won’t hesitate. Mark tell you why I’m in AJ?”
“He said
something about a triple murder.”
“I went to prison for the three but there
were others. Murder talk scare you,
Ellen?” asked Vic.
“Yes,”
said Ellen.
“Scare
you bad enough that you’d rather be under the table sucking dick?”
“No, yes,
I don’t know,” said Ellen on the verge of tears.
“Better
get busy before your Daddy gets worried you going to let him down. Time to go below deck,” said Vic pushing
Ellen to her knees.
“You
too,” whispered Mark to Stacy.
Stacy
slipped off the metal bench to the floor.
She and Ellen exchanged looks as Ellen crawled past her to reach Mark.
Vic
unbuckled his jeans and slipped them along with his boxers down to his
knees.
Mark’s
dad isn’t circumcised realized Stacy as she wrapped her hand around the shaft
pushing the skin back to expose the head.
I keep meeting new challenges.
Circumcised or not, it must work the same decided Stacy as she filled
her mouth with Vic’s cock. Behind her,
she could hear Ellen sucking Mark.
The day
before Portia had downloaded a twenty-minute instructional video on the art of
fellatio. Stacy had watched it twice and
was anxious to apply several of its more advanced techniques. Vic’s cock was sufficiently long to allow her
to wrap both her hands around the shaft.
She worked the head with her tongue and lips while her hands moved in
opposite directions.
“Bitch
knows how to give a proper blowjob.
Whoever trained this whore knew her trade,” said Vic.
“Stacy’s
the best. That’s why I got her for you,
Daddy,” said Mark.
“How’s
what her name doing?” asked Vic speaking to Mark
“Ellen, fine,
she’s okay. I’m definitely not her
first,” said Mark as he looked down at her.
Stacy
listened to their conversation as she licked Vic’s testicles while stroking the
shaft. Stacy had frequently complained
her parents expected too much and seldom offered her any emotional
support. But after listening to Vic
Wilson talk to his son she decided never to complain again.
“How’s
that shit job of yours, son,” asked Vic?
“Good, I
got a raise. I’m hoping to make security
supervisor for the store. All eight of the guards would report to me. Oh, and so would the plain clothes staff. I’d have my own office,” said Mark.
“You
arrest Stacy,” asked Vic?
“Yeah,
she was shoplifting,” said Mark. “We caught her boosting some perfume.”
“Cabreeze
put you up to it,” asked Vic? “I hear
you’re part of his Posse.”
“Shit,
Daddy, how did you hear that,” asked Mark.
“Word
gets around in this place,” said Vic.
“How’s
she doing,” asked Mark.
“Okay,
for a bimbo blonde,” said Vic. “
Well fuck
you too, Vic, thought Stacy as she redoubled her efforts at cocksucking. It was at this point, she realized that Dave
had slipped under the table and was beside her.
“You’re
doing it all wrong,” said Dave. “That’s
not the way he likes it.”
“Go
away,” hissed Stacy.
“I do
him almost every night,” said Dave. “I
should know.”
“Show me
then,” said Stacy holding Vic’s cock toward Dave.
“You
take his balls. I’ll do the shaft,” said
Dave.
This
place is truly bizarre thought Stacy as she looked around. There has to be several hundred women here
giving blowjobs not to mention the females having intercourse behind the
screen. Some of the women aren’t that
young either noted Stacy observing an elderly lady kneeling on her purse under
a nearby table. She’s got to be in her
seventies. It sounds like Ellen is
getting the job done. Vic is not
exactly a supportive father. But who the
hell would expect him to be in this place.
“Dave,
let Stacy take my load,” said Vic from above.
Dave
slipped down to Vic’s balls as Stacy took the head in her mouth. Seconds later Stacy tasted the warm splash of
semen on her tongue. When she turned
around she saw Ellen finishing up Mark’s cock.
“You two
can do me now,” said Dave drawing Stacy and Ellen together with an arm around
their waist.
“Aren’t
you gay,” asked Ellen?
“Quiet,”
said Dave before he climbed back up on the bench seat and proceeded to push his
prison trousers down to his knees. A
sizeable and erect cock sprang out when it passed the waistband of his boxers.
Stacy and
Ellen looked at each other for a second as Stacy wrapped her hand around Dave’s
cock.
“Have you
ever suck a boy off with another girl,” asked Ellen whispering?
“Yes,
have you?” answered Stacy recalling the recent poker party. Adriana and she had sucked a number of dicks
together. She and Portia had sucked off Les
and Monk together then Roger and Avery later that same night.
“No,”
said Ellen.
“Nothing
to it, follow my lead,” said Stacy.
The two
women spent the next several minutes providing Dave oral sex. They switched frequently between his cock and
his balls.
“Hurry
and blow your load, Dave. I feel the
need for some pussy,” said Vic.
Within
seconds, Dave filled Stacy’s mouth with semen.
Reacting instinctively from the absurdity of their situation, Stacy
turned to Ellen and the two kissed, exchanging the salty fluid as their tongues
intertwined.
“Stacy
and Ellen are snowballing,” said Dave peering down at the girls.
“Sluts
are all dykes at heart,” said Vic sounding philosophical.
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