“I don’t fuck in prison,” I cut her off. I just needed my dick sucked from time to time for the release. But something ain’t sit right with me when it came to fuckin’ in here. I didn’t wanna take the risk of getting a bitch pregnant nor did I trust whereher pussy been. She was a married nurse, suckin’ the dick of an inmate. Who knew who else she was throwing that pussy at.
Tears began to form in her eyes but they didn’t faze me.
“But I thought… after everything I’ve done for you, all the risks I’ve taken…Are we going to at least keep in touch?”
I moved closer to her, standing over her tear-streaked face, while shaking my head. I wrapped my hand around her throat, tracing my thumb over her supple lips.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said. “It was an honor to have my dick in your mouth. But that’s all it was. An honor. For you. And no, we will not be keeping in touch. This was the last time. Savor the taste of my nut down your throat.”
I released her and she crumpled like a puppet with cut strings, folding in on herself as great, hiccuping sobs started to convulse her body. I didn’t look back as I opened the closet door.
The sound of her crying cut off abruptly as the door swung shut behind me, leaving her alone with her emotions and the bitter taste of my indifference.
I walked down the hall, knowing within a few hours I was a free man. My thoughts were on something more than the prison hoe. I had bigger fish to fry on the outside.
When I headed back to my cell, I began to get my things together. I had thrown everything into the box they had given me. I looked around at my cell one last time, thankful it was time for me to get back into the real world and conquer what was rightfully mine.
“You ready?” BJ, the CO asked.
“Born ready,” I replied.
As we walked down the hall so that I could go through processing, I thought of the new life that awaited me on the other side. There was some serious work to be done, but I was up for it.
I kept my spine straight, head high, shoulders rolled back. Every step I took was calm, controlled, and full of quiet threat. The CO kept his distance, but I felt his eyes locked on the back of my head. Waiting. Hoping I’d try something. He didn’t need to worry. If I wanted him on the ground, twitching and gasping, he would’ve been there already.
But I wasn’t a dumbass. Why the fuck would I start something on my last day in here? Sure, I had caught three bodies while I was doing time, but that’s cuz other niggas tried me.
Niggas assumed I was soft and came at me first. I had to establish early on that I wasn’t the one to be played with. I spent a lot of time in solitary and that broke me in ways unimaginable.
We passed a row of cells full of niggas I was happy to never have to see again. Many of them was cool with me once they realized who the fuck I was.
But I caught bits of their conversations, half-whispers about my release. I’d run this block so long they couldn’t imagine it without me. Probably made them nervous. Probably made them hopeful. The CO must’ve been thinking the same thing, because that’s when he spoke.
“The other guys will probably breathe easier with you gone,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Might even be able to get some pussy from Carmen, now.”
I smirked and shrugged. “Carmen is all theirs.”
Everybody wanted her from the moment they saw her. She was fine. I couldn’t lie. And she had turned down the other inmates. I couldn’t blame her.
But the bitch threw herself at me. She’d heard about me from the streets and wanted me from the moment she laid eyes on me. So, I let her suck my dick a few times a week for the last five years. She begged and begged for me to fuck her and I always told her no.
In all honesty, I felt bad for her husband. His precious wife was coming to work everyday to suck me off. The least I could do was not fuck the bitch. Besides, having sex put me in too much of a vulnerable position.
This place had already taken so much from me. Now, five years later, I was walking out with everything they couldn’t take from me.
The hallway stretched like it didn’t want to let me go. But I didn’t slow down. I’d already drained this place dry and spat out the bones. All that was left was the door.
We reached it, finally. The CO stepped up, swiped his badge. The lock clicked open with a soft beep that sounded like freedom.
My lips struggled to crack into a grin as a free man for the first time in years. I hadn’t really smiled in years. Prison took away my joy. But I was finally free.
They say every dog has his day. Well, I was off the leash now.
And I was fucking starving.
I scanned the parking lot and spotted my sister Reese’s champagne colored Benz near the curb. She had just visited me about a month ago trying to convince me to take the King’s money, but I wanted nothing from them.
A crooked smile tugged at my mouth as I made my way toward the trash can near the gate, cardboard box in hand. My so-called belongings clattered inside, scraps of a life I’d already buried.
