WC - Stay dominant

Later that evening, everyone is getting ready for bed. The cells are open and the women are mingling and socializing before the doors shut for the night. The cell block smells like shampoo and soap after everyone has showered.

There is quiet talking going on, and you feel some eyes on you as you sit on your bunk, reading a book from the prison library. Mei is doing the same on the bunk below. You like Mei. She is quiet and does not bother you. She seems intelligent, and she does not seem to do anything to provoke the other prisoners... but they hate her anyway.

You like the peace and quiet. Being in prison sucks bad enough without loud people annoying you.

Ashe, the loudmouthed woman with white hair from earlier appears at your cell door. She is now dressed and put together, even though less than an hour ago you did that in the shower.

You were afraid of this. You can tell from her cheeks, eyes, and body language that she enjoyed that way too much.

You lower your book. "What do you want?" you ask, but you know what she wants.

"I owe you an apology," she says, even though she has probably never apologized in her life and does not mean it at all. She thinks she can come over here and just seduce you, that easily. The lesson you tried to teach her in the shower did not work. You need to do a better job this time.

You drop your book and climb down, sitting beside Mei. You lean over and whisper in her ear.

"OK," she says, blushing.

You stand up and face Ashe, who smugly enters the cell.

"You don't owe me an apology. You owe it to Mei," you say.

"I'm sorry, Mei," Ashe says unconvincingly. You get behind her and pull her back toward you. She eagerly pushes her bottom against your groin. She is that thirsty... she doesn't even care that Mei is sitting on the bed right there, and half the cell block can see. Her arrogance is a bit justified... her firm, clothed bottom feels amazing, and you let yourself get hard. She likes that. You spend a few moments with your hands in her shirt, giving her generous breast a firm massage.

"Apologize to her," you tell her.

"I said I was sorry."

"No. A real apology." You push her forward and use her hair to **** her down in front of the bed. "You owe it to her, right?" you ask, tugging roughly on her hair.

Ashe squirms in frustration, torn. She can feel your erection in your pants, and she wants it.

"Fuck me," she begs.