Today was a long one. With only eleven inmates, you wouldn’t think it would be so strenuous, but these aren’t your run-of-the-mill prisoners. We don’t get drug dealers, burglars, or miscellaneouscrimes of passiontype murderers. These men are sent here because they’re sick in the head, and good enough at it that the higher-ups want them permanently erased, and simply making these assholes dead is letting them off too easy.
Because of that, our job is to guard them, but do so in a way that makes themwishthey were dead.
This is what I’m talking about. I have no choice but to switch it off.
Become a robot;hisrobot. Programmed to act without worrying about those pesky littleconsciencethings.
The dayshift just got back to the mansion for the night, and I’m restless. I think a workout is in order, so I head down to thegym where I train hard. I do arms and shoulders, then hit the bags for a bit. By the time I’m done, my vein-game is poppin’, and I decide to skip cardio and just head upstairs for a shower.
I’m just getting out, wrapping a towel around my waist when I hear a rapping on my bedroom door. My forehead lines.
That’s far too gentle a knock to be most of the people on this island…
Pulling open the door, my suspicions are confirmed when I find Joy standing there, still in her uniform. Black leather gauntlets and a high ponytail…
She looks like Lara Croft. It awakens the thirteen-year-old in me, who was totally into Tomb Raider for all theotherstuff, definitelynotthe hot girl with perky tits and a booty that jiggled just enough when she was running and climbing.
Clearing my throat, I blink away those completely unprofessional thoughts and greet her with a casual, “Sup?”
Her mouth barely quirks. But then her eyes fall over my mostly-nakedness and she frowns. “Shit… I was gonna see if you wanted to work out, but I’m guessing you already did?”
I smirk. “Your assumptions are correct. I mean, look at these veins, girl! It’s like a map of the American Highway System.”
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “Yea, congrats, you fuckin meat-head.” I faux-pout, and she grins. “No, seriously, I’m impressed.”
We high-five as I rumble in amusement. “Thanks.”
But then it occurs to both of us that our hands are still joined, and this contact is going on way longer than normal for a high-five.
I clear my throat again as our fingers slide apart gradually. “Anyway… yea. I already worked out, so…”
Joy bites her lip. Something weird is happening here.
I’m suddenly very warm. And highly attuned to the fact that there’s nothing more than some terrycloth covering my junk.
“You skip cardio again…?” She asks softly.
Sultry… I think. Right??
Am I just way too hard up, or is she… flirting?
“I… did,” I grunt, chest jumping a bit faster.
Her head slants, eyes falling once more over my frame. Slower this time. Almost brazen. Eyebrow cocked and everything.
“It’s just as important, you know,” she purrs. “Sweat it out…”
Fuck me.
“Definitely,” I croak, throat dry and scratchy as I attempt to swallow down this tension.
But then her amber eyes meet mine, and I see it…The opening.
Peering out into the hall, I look left, then right, making sure there’s no one around. Not that it necessarily matters. I just feel like I’m supposed to remain professional here.
As her superior officer and all… I think.
“Wanna help me?” I hum, sort of hovering over her. “Get some cardio in…”
