JE - You worry about the deal

It's not very relaxing... in the daytime you worry about Vi demanding something, or Jeanne popping up unexpectedly, looking for risky sex. At night you dream about everything you ever screwed up.

Prison sucks.

"Want to get out of here for a while?" someone asks.

You jump, startled. You are out in the yard during yard time. Instead of exercising like you normally would, you are just spacing out, looking at the sky.

It's the Warden! She's so tall.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"Normally someone here for your particular crime wouldn't be eligible for outside work detail, but Vi tells me you've been a model inmate," the Warden says. "She's put you on the list."

"Oh." Well, Vi wants something from you. It must be for you to go do this work.

"Is that a yes?" the Warden asks.

"OK," you reply.

You join some other inmates on a bus and ride into the city. They take you to a big museum, which is closed down for rehab. If they are using prisoners to do the landscaping, there probably isn't any priceless art in there at the moment.

You go with the others and help work, fixing up the flower beds and stuff like that. After a while, a police officer approaches you as you carry some supplies inside. She's not a guard from the prison, but instead a real police officer. She's shorter than you, and slim, but perky. Her dark hair is short, but she's pretty. The way she acts tells you that she is confident in herself. She wears a cool police top and short, tight, black shorts... it's a weird outfit, but it looks good on her.

"Need a hand?" she asks, helping you.

"OK," you say warily.

"Adella, right?"

"Yes." You sense that Vi is behind this.

"I'm Akira. I'm a friend of Jeanne's," the woman says. Not Vi, then. Jeanne.

You are alone with her in the room, which has some furniture covered in sheets.

"Hi," you say.

"I'm kind of a special kind of detective," she tells you. "It's pretty stressful. Jeanne said you're good at helping people relax. Is that true?"

You understand. Jeanne's bragging to her friends about her new toy.

"I am," you say.

"Want to take a little break?" she asks.

You sit down beside her, and she tells you about her job, which does actually sound pretty crazy.

You decide to beat Jeanne and Vi at their own game... Jeanne is turned on by having some power over someone like you, and Vi gets off on bossing people around. Maybe you should be in charge for a change.

As she talks, Akira gets closer to you, and then her hand is on your body, gently admiring your strong frame and muscles. She does need to get laid, obviously. And she's getting inpatient... she expected to get fucked by a gorilla convict, not for you to sit and listen to her.

She's delighted when you kiss her... she definitely expected something rougher, but she likes it. When you put your hand in those black shorts, you find her almost ready, and very squirmy once you start to touch. You stop.

"What is it?" she gasps.

"Cover your mouth," you say.

"What?"

"Cover your mouth. If someone walks in, I don't want them to see a prisoner covering a cop's mouth," you say.

She's turned on... but still a bit cocky. "You think you can make me a screamer?" she asks playfully.

You press on her clit and she sqeaks. Blushing, she puts her hands over her mouth.

Her shorts are tight, but short and stretchy enough that you don't have to take them off... you just pull the crotch to the side. You don't tease her or play any games, you just use all the expertise and strength that you have, fingering her to the brink of a strong orgasm, edging her back, then doing it again while she glares and pleads at you with her eyes. Only then do you pull your pants down just enough to get your erection out, and plunge it into her.

It's a bit awkward... you are both mostly clothed, but she's so turned on that it doesn't matter to her. You feel her orgasm once with you inside, and you go harder... she's wet enough that there's a wet smacking and strong smell of her pussy as you trigger a cascade of little orgasms that leave tears running down her bright red face.

You can't risk any more time. Someone will walk in. Time to finish.