I was taken to the canteen, where the girls were having their lunch. After grabbing a plate of food and a mug of coffee, I joined the trio of curious friends at their table. I sat quietly for a minute looking round the girl’s expectant faces.
“Can you keep a secret?” I asked, trying to keep calm and collected.
“Yesss!” they all chorused.
Of course, I couldn’t be sure that they would, but I didn’t really care. I lowered my voice, conspiratorially.
“I’m being released tomorrow!” I whispered.
“Fuck off!” responded Emma.
“On my mother’s life!” I exclaimed.
“You lucky bastard,” sighed Sofia.
“You kept that quiet.” Jessica sounded a little disappointed.
She didn’t have many friends in the hole, so she would miss me.
“No Jess, I’ve only just found out,” I responded. “The cunts didn’t tell me anything until this morning. The barrister said my appeal was yesterday.”
“That’s not right,” Sofia said. “Surely they told you the hearing was coming up?”
I shook my head. Sofia was the brightest one of the three and my closest friend.
“I smell a stink, but I won’t find out any details until I get picked up tomorrow.”
“I’m going to miss you Beth.”
“You’ve only got another month till you’re released, then we’ll meet up,” I reassured her.
After that, we ate silently. I was lost in my own thoughts, already imagining myself walking the streets of London again and shopping in Oxford Street. I could tell that the girls were happy for me. At the same time they were jealous that I would be free the following day and sad I’d be walking out of their lives.
* * *
The day dragged on and by the time the evening recreation period arrived, most of the dykes had found out I was leaving. I had tracked down Jessica and we were playing draughts on a table, over to one side of the rekey hall.
“You lucky sod. Beth. Can I have all your ciggies?”
“Sure, if that cunt Eve, doesn’t grab em first,” I replied.
I was watching Eve, while I made my moves on the draught board. I suspected that the bitch was up to something, because I had seen her talk to one of the male screws twice and each time he had looked in my direction. I guessed that Daniel desperately wanted to fuck me and in order to have a peaceful night I was resigned to having to perform for him before I left.
“Have you phoned Dennis yet to tell him?” Jess asked me.
“Nah, I’ll wait till I see what sort of place I’ve got and what the rules are first,” I replied, looking up to see Officer Daniel approaching.
“Hudson, get yor ass back to your cubicle. Gotta do a shakedown, before you checkout tomorrow!” He had a broad grin on his face.
I stood up, knowing the time had arrived to negotiate.
“I’ll be back in a minute, Jess. Just gotta suck this goon’s pecker!” A sour expression came over the black officer’s face, before he grabbed my elbow to hurry me along.
The young screw was over 6’0″ tall, well built with square shoulders and a thick neck. He had large brown shifty eyes that kept darting around nervously, probably because he was breaking the rules yet again! His skin was lighter than mahogany, almost coffee coloured, while his short afro was square cut, complementing his angular face, wide nose. I liked his appearance, because he was a handsome man, but he was as bent as a 3 pound coin, so could easily be manipulated.
“Fucking behave yourself bitch, or I’ll put a bad word in with the Warder” He was full of shit, so I ignored him.
I knew how to play the greedy bastards, because I had the one thing they all wanted to get their hands on. The funny thing was, that no one looked up to watch us pass, not even a pair of female screws who were standing chatting by the doorway to the corridor.
I led the way down the passageway, which was deserted, apart from Eve who was standing by the open door of our cell. She smirked as I passed her on the way in. I waited until I heard the door close behind us, before I turned round to face the burly guard.
“What do you want Daniel?” I asked, knowing that the use of his first name would annoy him.
What he didn’t know was that I wanted his cock in me as much as he wanted to fuck me.
“Fucking get undressed Hudson!” he growled at me. “You know the drill!”
“Gonna search all my cavities?” I said, while unbuttoning my jeans.
“Something like that.” He replied, sitting down on my cot, where he would get a better view of my body.
I slipped out of the jeans slowly and unbuttoned my blouse with deliberate care. Underneath I was wearing a prison issue white cotton bra and pantie set, which wasn’t very exciting.
However when my tits sprang free after removing the bra, not more than a foot away from his face, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He had probably gone to a lot of trouble to make sure he had a 20 minutes break from his duties and I was prepared to give him a treat if he played ball with me. He was taking a chance, being alone in the cell with me, but he didn’t want to miss the last opportunity he would have to shaft me.
“Daniel, I need your help.” I said, sticking my thumbs in the waistband of my panties.
I hesitated waiting for an answer.
“Wot you talking about girl. Get them knicks off!” He was an impatient bastard.
“I’ll give you a lap dance, if you get me a single cell for tonight. I know you can do it,” I said, slipping the elastic down a couple of inches, before hesitating again.
His huge saucer eyes were glued to the tuft of dark pubes showing above the elastic of my panties, just a tad away from revealing my pussy.
“A lap dance? You any good?” He asked, licking his lips.
I nodded and wiggled my hips by way of a demonstration.
“Eve won’t be very happy!” he opined. “She was looking forward to your last night together…”
“Yer, I bet she was,” I interrupted, before pushing my panties down and letting them drop to the floor.
His eyes followed the white cotton garment and then feasted his eyes on my naked body.
“Look Daniel, I’ll be gone tomorrow. Give me your number and we’ll hook up outside. You know I like black cock and unlike my old boyfriend, you know what to do with yours!”
The laconic guard knew that I had been a prostitute, but every man responded to having their ego’s massaged. The thought of seeing me outside was my trump card. I had to avoid spending another night with the sadistic dyke, because I was sure that she had something nasty arranged for me.
“Alright Beth, I’m on till nine, I’ll get it sorted when we’re finished.”
It was the first time he’d used my first name, so I was pretty sure I had him hooked. He was soon shuffling backward on the cot, while I perched my knees on the edge either side of his knees.
“Sit back Daniel.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushed him back against the wall, lifted my butt and began to gyrate my body.
He grabbed my swaying orbs with his great paw-like hands, but his eyes never left my splayed pussy, which I thrust forward at every opportunity. I undid his fly, hoisted his thick cock out, leant forward and kissed his cheek, surprising him.
“You promise?” I asked. His head bobbed in affirmation. “I’ll give you five free ones when we’re on the other side. Okay?” He nodded again, so I started to slide the tip of his cock along my creamy furrow. I teased him mercifully for a minute, by squeezing and stroking his shaft, until he was almost bursting to come.
Then I lifted my butt, shuffled my knees forward and impaled my sizzling quim on his granite-like boner. He moaned with gratification, when he felt how tight my muscles were and how deep I eventually managed to sink onto him.
I felt his crown bottom out, so I slowly lifted and plunged in a steady rhythm. It was the first enjoyable sex I’d had since being arrested by the police six months earlier. The dykes were always sticking their fingers and other things in me. However, there’s nothing like the real thing!
I very rarely climaxed, but I always put on a good show. However, this time I genuinely began to tremble and have a mini orgasm, just as he started to jerk copious amounts of seed into me. My period was due so I wasn’t afraid of getting pregnant, which really would have fucked me up!
I slipped off him and cleaned him up with my mouth. The broad shouldered guard, looked down at my smiling face with something akin to adoration in his eyes. That’s the way I wanted it. Who knows, I thought, he might come in handy on the outside?
He had a biro so I let him write his number on the inside of my thigh, then, after I had washed and dressed, he escorted me back to the rekey room.
That night, I slept alone, in my own cell and had the first uninterrupted night’s sleep since I arrived at the prison. However, the memory of my encounter with the mysterious German sadist, haunted my dreams and when I woke my bed was soaked with sweat. Would I ever forget that fateful night, 2 days before Christmas?