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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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