A male stranger

It said a lot about the guy that Izzy wasn’t immediately salivating at the sight of him. He wasn’t at all attractive (outside of the general way in which Izzy tended to perceive any and all men in the same way she might perceive the second coming of Christ), and he was lanky enough that if it weren’t for his thick stubble, one might almost think he were a femboy.

Still, he was still a man, and so he did have Izzy’s attention.

As she was assessing him, he happened to glance up. He was on the bench right opposite Izzy’s, and so could easily see her looking, despite her quick attempt to hide it.

Hopefully he’d generously ignore her stari—nope, nope he was getting up. He was getting up, crossing the cell, and sitting down next to her. Fuck. Okay, okay. Fuck.

He was silent for a few moments while Izzy fidgeting, occasionally flicking her eyes sideways to see if he was doing anything.

Finally, he leaned slightly over, and quietly said, “Hey, kid. I’ll be straight with you. I’m tryna get out of here. If you can help me out with a little distraction, I’ve got something that might interest you.”

Izzy turned her head slightly, looking at him quizzically.

He continued, “Okay, look. Before the pigs grabbed me—don’t mind what for—I was plowing this chick with a bit of a weird kink. You ever heard of condoms?”

Izzy blinked. Not the way she’d expected this to go. Still, she slowly nodded. They were an old form of birth control from before the days of Pregnex—the modern, side-effect-free birth control pills used by both men and women.

“Right, well this bitch had a thing for being fucked with one. Guess it made her feel like she was in some period piece she likes, I dunno. She found some at a vintage shop, and I agreed to use one.”

Izzy nodded along, but her face clearly betrayed her confusion at the point of this story, cause the man hastily added, “Look, point is that I’d just nutted when I got arrested, so I still have… this.”

With that, he reached into the pocket of his hoodie, and pulled out what looked like a little plastic balloon. It was exactly how Izzy remembered the pictures in the dusty old sex-ed textbooks at school—tied at the end, and bulging with a bit more than a shot glass worth of cum (on the small end for a real man’s load, but nothing to sneeze at).

Izzy’s eyes went wide, and she felt her panties—recently dried after her encounter with Peter—start to flood with excitement. She looked back up, meeting the man’s eyes.

“You get what I’m saying?” he asked.

"You... you want me to help you break out?"

"What? No, I'd never make it down the block. I just need to grab a little something that they confiscated when I got here. I already know where they'll have put it; I know my way around this place. With a good enough distraction I can be there and back in thirty seconds, swear!"

Izzy nodded slowly, mind racing. Was she really that ****? That she’d help someone steal from police just for the chance to slurp down an unattractive stranger’s cold semen from a weird little plastic baggie?

Surely not…