Alice Schumacher

“Alice.”

Alice Schumacher was the lawyer that had been give to him for defense when he was charged for ****. Why she was visiting him, less than a week after the incident with Charlie was puzzling, but he thought maybe she had more info on Jack’s whereabouts.

“Damien.” She looked at him with her deep green eyes. Her well groomed, shoulder length brown hair was straightened and professional. Her business style skirt was short, yet still professional. Her pale skin was unblemished, her breasts were small, A’s or B’s, Hard to tell with a bra and button down shirt. He hasn’t fucked her or so much as come onto her while he was under trial, but knowing how it all ended up, kind of wished he hadn’t bothered trying to let her stay focused. Her pussy probably felt amazing.

Damien sat down and the guard escorting him removed his bracelets. Not saying a word, he left the room.

Alice had a serious look on her face, her deep red lips pursed as she scrutinized him.

“Well? Any news?”

“You’re a fucking idiot Cross.”

Damien sat back and raised his arms around gesturing to where he was sitting.

“Duh.” He had to put on a shit eating grin for that. She didn’t think it was funny though, he could tell.

“You get yourself in here, and instead of sitting back and waiting for contact and information, you **** and then later kill that contact.”

This took him a bit aback.

“Wait, what?”

“Charlie Putnam was the highest ranking associate in this prison and you killed him.”

Uh oh, this wasn’t good. “First of all, I killed no one. I‘ve said this repeatedly. Second, this is a prison. A bad one. Why would you not tell me my contact’s name before we made fucking ‘contact’?

“A normal human being would have laid low their first few weeks in prison. Don’t blame anyone out here.”

He sighed. “So what now?”

She stood, “Now, you’re fucked. Putnam was an asset for the company. He kept this prison under control. Now he’s gone and so is your contact. Any questions?”

“Only one.” He grinned at her. “I’m eligible for conjugal visits. Are you free next week?”

“Don’t be obscene. We know you’ve impregnated both your mother and sister. You’re a pervert. I’m not even sure how you got your family into bed, but -...”

Damien stood abruptly. “If you want to find out how...” he grabbed his crotch, the outline of his thick bitch breaker apparent and obvious to the shocked Young lawyer. “Then come visit me for a conjugal next Tuesday. I’ve been pent up, so I know I can make it worth your while.”

Finally, she blushed. Unintentionally, and unknowingly perhaps, but her fair skin couldn’t hide it.

“Good luck Mr. Cross. My advice, lay low. We will try and get another source in here for you. Until then, you represent the company here now. Don’t fuck it up.”