"Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, bitch 'n ass."
No one that knew Nicole Nichols would ever dare to say she was a woman of few words. Her own mother didn't know her that well and even she wouldn't say something like that. But when you're an inmate running two minutes late for lights out with the smell of fresh pussy on your breath, there wasn't much you could say. Nicky was walking and walking fast, trying to keep to the relative shadows of the hallways on the prayer she wouldn't get caught and taken to SHU. The walk from the Spanish Harlem bathrooms to the dorms had never seemed so long.
She was rounding a corner, still muttering curses behind her curtain of wild hair when she ran head-first into a soft yet unyielding wall. She back tracked, an excuse already poised on her smirking lips when the uniform clad body turned to her. She huffed a sigh of relief, tendrils of hair dancing around her face.
"Oh," she scoffed, "It's just you, Luschek. Was afraid it might be someone actually interested in doing their job." She moved to step around him but he blocked her, face annoyed.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite employee," the bearded man greeted, head dipped down to address her shorter frame, "What're you doing out passed curfew, inmate?"
"Just got a little tied up, you know how it goes." She went to side step him again only to be blocked again.
"Not sure I do." His arrogant tone had Nicky rolling her eyes in exasperation. He frowned at her, crossing his arms in a mockery of her own stance. "May need to write you up."
"Ah come on, man, the dorms are right through that door," she motioned behind him, brows furrowed at having been caught so close to a clean escape. She made a mental note to start wearing a watch on night time sexcapades from then on, feeling the sweet release of orgasm was not worth dealing with the wrath of Litchfield staff.
"Actions have consequences," he stated, looking entirely too amused as he pulled out his pad to give her a shot and no doubt a write up to Caputo. Nicky groaned deep down in her throat, cursing the hot piece of ass that had lead her into temptation and therefore into the SHU. Her fingers racked her hair, fisting at the tangles as she glared at the large man before her.
"This is bullshit," she grumbled lowly. Luschek's head popped up, anger in his eyes.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"You better watch yourself, inmate."
"I didn't say anything!" she insisted irately, arms now out at her sides. "Just gimme the damn shot so I can get to bed."
When she tried to step passed the corrections officer this time, she found herself slammed back into the wall with physical force. Her head immediately snapped to either side, only to recall it was lights out so the halls were empty. No one there to witness him harassing her which Nicky found to be just so typical of Litchfield Penitentiary.
Turning back to glare up into his eyes she was almost surprised by the amount of anger there. Joel Luschek was usually very laid back; a slacker some may even say. He and Nicky dicked around on a day-to-day basis, and she could honestly say seeing him was her favorite part of work detail. That he was getting so bent out of shape over catching her out of bounds was really out of the ordinary.
"Jesus, what crawled up your ass and died, huh?" She questioned while struggling to release herself from his grip. He was leaning over her, full weight pushing her arms into the wall and it was far from comfortable. "Hittin' the sauce a bit early there, aren't ya, Joel?"
"You are way outta bounds, inmate," he growled and Nicky told herself she was imagining the liquor on his breath, "I should have you sent to max for this."
"You and I both know you don't have the authority to do that, Lights Man," she sneered, equal parts bored and fed-up with their encounter, "So why don't you just get outta my way, hm?"
Luschek huffed indignantly, muttering curses to himself as he maneuvered both her wrists into on hand, dragging her along behind him until he found a nearby door and flung it open. The whole short walk Nicky struggled and hissed at him, not wanting to cause any real commotion that could land her in even more trouble. When he shoved her unceremoniously into the unlit room, she growled, turning to face him with a scowl on and her sleeves rolled up. He shut the door behind him, locking it as he went. The jangle of keys on a ring filled the room as he turned to her, still looking more pissed than what she thought necessary.
"What the hell?!"
"You can't talk to me like that!"
"So write another fuckin' shot and let me go!" All usual jokes and haughty attitude aside, Nicky didn't like the idea of being pulled into a dark, empty room by a male guard after hours and having the door locked behind him. No one that knew Nicole Nichols would ever dare to say she was one to get nervous. Paranoid perhaps, but drugs did that to you.
"You demanding poochies are all the same," Luschek complained, ignoring Nicky's confused look and mouthing of 'poochies?' as he stepped closer, "You think you can just do and say whatever you want!"
He moved forward again and Nichols jumped back, glancing around for anything she could possibly use to defend herself. It was only at this point that she really looked at the room they were in at all; neat, organized and with plants lining every free surface that wasn't already occupied by books. She recognized the old phone she had been allowed to use to call her mom her first day in the slammer and realized they were in Caputo's office. The old guy was gone for the night.
Finding nothing she could pick up and wield or throw without having to worry about noise or mess, she turned to the electrician, letting her shoulders fall and head tilt in a supplicating fashion. She let her big, brown eyes turn up to her work supervisor, blinking quickly to create a pretty sheen over them. It was the same look she used when begging money off her mother or snacks off of Red. A look that said, 'I'm small; harmless. You want to help me, not hurt me.'
"Listen, Luschek," she began, voice low now; placating. It's natural graveliness played into her charade. "I'm sorry if you're havin' a bad night or somethin', but you gotta let me go."
The man scoffed, large hands on his hips where his usually present tool belt was absent. He took another step towards his employee and she side stepped halfway behind the desk, hoping to put any space at all between them. She was half convinced Luschek was buzzed, and if not then just really, really pissed about something. She'd seen him annoyed a few times over the years, but she wasn't exactly eager to get in touch with his angrier side.
"Luschek-"
"Stop talking!" he snapped, crowding right into her personal space now. She backtracked, nearly tripping over Caputo's chair before finding her back against the wall. Luschek had followed her step for step and now loomed over her not unlike he had in the hallway. It was darker here though, his face was obscured and Nichols had to just guess that he was glaring at her, his hot breath ghosting over her face. "You talk too damn much!"
"I resent-"
Her smart-ass reply was halted by a heavy hand being placed over her mouth. She gawked, eyes wide as they stared up at Luschek who was sighing while also shaking his head, barely looking at Nicky as if not even truly realizing he had covered her lips. His feet shuffled down near her own, shifting his weight slightly to lean partially against her. Definitely buzzed.
"No more talking please," he said smoothly and damn near pleasantly like they were discussing the weather. His next deep sigh was cut short as he felt a slimy, slippery wetness slither over his palm. He pulled back as if he had been burned instead of licked. "Gross! Nichols!"
"Well what'd you expect?!" she huffed at him, pushing away from the wall so that their chests bumped. Reaching up with his dry hand, Luschek pushed her back, keeping the palm pressed into her collar bone as they both glared into the dark spot they hoped the other's face occupied.
"I expect you to have a little more respect for me," he explained slowly as if talking to a certified idiot. Nicky rolled her eyes. "I'm a federal corrections officer!"
"Ugh, fine," she groaned, the lateness of the hour and the weirdness of the encounter beginning to take its toll on her, "I'll have more respect for you from now on, but put part of your body over my mouth again and I'm gonna lick it, capiche?"
She hadn't especially meant for it to sound sexual, but for whatever reason the thought of licking other parts of Luschek's body was immediately where her warped mind went. She huffed lowly, trying to laugh and make it seem like she knew what she had been implying when she unintentionally implied it, but her little cover up wasn't needed since the man in front of her barely seemed to be listening.
"Luschek?"
He didn't answer. Eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, Nicky frowned up at the officer, noting that his own eyes were simultaneously focused on her yet far away. He seemed to be staring at the area right between her nose and lips, or at least that's what she told herself. His hand was still holding her into the wall, the heal of his palm just barely pushing into the top most cushion of her right breast.
"Hey, Luschek," she grinned, crazy locks flopping around her face as she tilted her head up at him, "See something you like?"
That seemed to snap him back from wherever he had went because he immediately yanked his hand off her, stumbling back a few paces, a clatter letting the inmate know he had bumped into Caputo's desk.
"Jesus, Nichols!" He flicked the lamp on the desk on and they both hissed, rubbing at their eyes as the tiny bulb brought light to the darkness. "I'm not coming on to you!"
"Well, ya coulda fooled me," she grumbled, blinking the last few spots away from her vision as she fixed him with a cool look. "Dragging me around in the dark. No one around." He scoffed; she was fucking with him. With a laugh and a shake of her curls she stepped up to him, tiny hand placed on his chest. "You really know how to make a girl feel special."
"Knock it off, inmate," he grumbled, practically jumping out of his skin when her hand suddenly began to head south at an alarming rate. "Nichols!"
Nicky had been expecting to laugh it off. For him to push her back like he had on more than one occasion, call her a dike, and let them both be on their way. What she hadn't been expecting was for her hand to suddenly make contact with a surprisingly well pitched tent in her boss' pants. She jumped when she touched it. Luschek groaned.
"Holy shit, Joel," she stammered, honestly surprised. The man shifted uncomfortably, the new position only making it so that his erection cast a humorously large shadow across the wall in the lamp light. "You got the hots for me?"
"Shut up, Nicky," he grumbled, using her first name for the first time that night. She practically giggled, playing as if she was going to touch it again. "Knock it off!"
"Oh, Luschek, I never knew you felt like this," she cackled, hopping towards him, hands reached out towards his pants. He continued to retreat from her and she got a sick satisfaction from seeing the way his face flushed whenever she got close to brushing it again. She did so love the power of turning someone on and figured if she danced around it enough, the man would eventually retreat completely, sparing her the shot and a trip to the SHU.
She was still laughing when he pushed her back, ignoring his body for the moment as he moved her back towards the desk and all but slammed her down on it's surface, poised over her. Her laughing halted, eyes wide in shock as she looked up at him. He had grabbed both her wrists again, squeezing hard as he kept her from kicking her legs by placing his up against them. She squirmed underneath him, the paranoia from early coming back in a sharp spike at their position.
"Stop that!" he snapped at her, sounding already out of breath though she had barely given him any resistance in getting her on the desk. She bucked, an annoyed grunt leaving her lips as she tried to push his chest away with her own. "Stop it! Stop it, Nichols! You're gonna get us caught!" She started jerking her whole body, the desk rocking loudly. "I'm not going to hurt you, Nicky, Jesus, stop fighting!"
She stilled. Any other man in his position would've been trapped with an arm full of pissed off Nicole Nichols at this point, but for whatever crazy reason, she trusted Joel Luschek and had been reassured when he'd promised not to hurt her. He was just leaning on her now, seemingly trying to catch his breath. She thought about making a comment on him needing to get in shape, but then decided her mouth had gotten her into enough trouble tonight. She watched him above her, his eyes closed as his breathing slowly began to even out. In this position, she could still feel his length pressed hard right within the v of her legs, but he didn't seem intent on using it so she wasn't intent on mentioning it. The poor guy had seen a lot of friction just a few moments ago.
"You gonna let me up any time soon, big fella?" she inquired after another few beats of quiet. Luschek sighed, looking half tempted to cover her mouth again, but instead, with barely a glance at her, he released her wrists and moved away. He seemed to sag as she straightened up, still keeping his lower half as turned away from her as he was able without giving her his back. She scratched at her elbow, feeling as awkward as he looked.
"Sorry...about that," he muttered finally, catching her off guard. Her eyebrows raised and she placed her fists on her hips to contemplate his profile.
"Don't sweat it," she replied lowly, sagging herself as she motioned as if to make her exit. She didn't know what made her hesitate. Maybe the still flustered look on his bearded face, or recalling the feel of his weight on her. Maybe it was the fact that her own nether regions were still wide awake and ready for action after her recent trip to the bathroom and that at some point during their little tussle her heart had started pounding like crazy. "You know if you ever want to...whatever...I wouldn't tell anyone."
He scoffed, his head shaking in the low lamp light as he looked everywhere but her face. "Yeah, sure."
"Nah, I mean it," she said lightly, trying to be as casual as possible with her reason for not fleeing the room immediately, "You got an itch...I'm told I'm a really good scratcher."
Again, the phrase, though merely a weak metaphor for her sexual reputation, had not actually been meant to sound so sexual. She hadn't meant to put the image of her scratching long lines down his back into both of their minds making the room feel tense and hot all over again. He turned further away from her.
"Good night, Nichols."
Nicky hesitated, not sure where his answer left their conversation. For him it was obviously at the end, but what about all the middle bits? What about her out right offer to fuck whenever he got the urge to? She didn't lay that offer out all around Litchifield, and never to a guard so she was honestly very curious as to whether or not he was picking up what she was putting down. Would he come find her soon?
He was clearly aroused, any idiot with eyes could see that, but Nicky could see he was struggling with himself to hold back and try to carry on as if nothing had transpired here. She felt any mentions of her getting a shot or sent to SHU were long out the window. That would require explaining as to why after finding her out of bounds, it had taken him so long to return her to her bunk. Couldn't have the wrong people asking the wrong questions.
Still, she hated to leave the guy hanging. Hated to leave herself hanging even more so. Approaching him the way she would have approached one of her jumpy junky friends back in the day, Nicky strolled up to Luschek and placed one hand on his shoulder while the other flitted down town once more.
"What're you-"
"Shhh," she soothed, turning him slowly so they were face to face, her left hand officially cupping him through his slacks. "Come on, Luschek," she murmured into his ear, "Lemme scratch your back for ya."
Next thing she knew, Luschek's mouth came crashing down on hers. She chuckled into the kiss, a sense of triumph coursing through her as his facial hair tickled her cheeks. Strong hands grabbed at her hips and walked her back towards the desk again. When they bumped it this time, the whole thing shook and the sound of pens and pencils and perhaps one sturdy mug falling to the ground rattled through the room.
The electrician pushed her down onto the wooden surface, looking half excited, half panicked as he took a second to eye her from above. Nicky smirked at him, feeling quite the same as she pulled him back down to lock their lips together once more. Luckily he didn't feel the need to hold her wrists down this time around so she was free to grip at his shirt and hair as he fumbled to undo his pants with one hand and cradle her head with the other.
As caught up in the moment as Nicky was, she found herself wondering internally how this would play out. Would she be able to tell people without it getting out? Would Luschek get caught and fired? What happened to her if that happened? There was a lot of shit resting on this one night, but despite what she had just decided mere minutes ago about orgasms not being worth getting in trouble, Nicky figured looking over her shoulder for the next two years was worth being able to brag she had fucked a guard one time. In Caputo's office no less. On the desk.
Luschek moaned as, with both hands, Nicky began to paw and pull at the bottom of his shirt, hoping to yank it over the top of his fat head without incident. It was hard, but eventually he backed off enough so that they could both rid him of the garment and toss it aside. Next her pants and underwear went, falling in a admitably damp heap on the ground.
She kept her top on and he kept his bottoms on, zippers and buttons all undone to allow for easy access which was why Nicky was surprised when he didn't immediately go for gold when she spread for him. Instead he reached down and did something to himself outside of her line of vision that had his face scrunch in momentary pain before he looked back at her, seeming more in control now. She quirked an eyebrow, legs still in their upright and locked position.
"Everything okay down there?" She quipped.
"If we do this," He began, the 'if' seeming highly unlikely in her eyes, "You can't ever breathe a word about it to anyone. And if you do, I will...kill you!...With murder!...Ok?"
She was chuckling by the end of his interruption, but nodded none the less, nose scrunched up as she leaned back to make herself comfortable. "Whatever you say, boss," she mused, "Now get to fuckin'."
She was again surprised when he didn't mount her immediately but instead took a knee at the edge of the desk. Her mouth was open, ready to ask just what the hell he was up to when suddenly she felt his breath right over her sweet spot. Her breathing hitched, more from shock than anything. She'd had enough people down there that proximity alone was not enough to set her heart racing. She just hadn't been expecting Luschek to get in that position. Eating out, fingering, any sort of foreplay like that seemed more reserved for people with a relationship, not two acquaintances fucking in a dark office on any old random night. Still, almost as soon as she'd realized he was down there, she felt his finger gently probe her slick entrance before pushing in slowly.
The breath that escaped her would have sounded like a very thoughtful hum to anyone pressing an ear to the door. The next one that came as he entered a second finger would have been a bit harder to explain. He shushed her gently, the vibration of the sound shooting right through her since his mouth was hovering just over where his fingers had disappeared. She gasped, trying to hide the girly sound in a grunt as he began to move his fingers back and forth, in and out, the stretch and pull of his skin against hers driving her just a little insane.
"Jesus, fuck," She muttered, not knowing what to do with her hands as they shook near her sides. She could feel Luschek's eyes on her and refused to turn into a mumbling, twitching mess the way the girls she fucked did. She could take some light fingering without making a huge scene.
This didn't continue for long since as soon as Luschek saw her settle down, his actions not getting much reaction any longer, he switched up his play. Crooking the fingers he'd buried in her experimentally before pulling them clear, he moved down and placed his mouth over the now vacant hole and began sucking.
"Jesus, Mary, mother'a God!" Nicky still had her wits about her enough to keep her words in a hushed whisper, but the rest of her body seemed to leave her control. Her back arched up off the desk and one hand shot down between her legs to clutch in Luschek's hair. As his tongue flicked over her clit she tugged.
"Ow!"
"Don't you dare stop," she huffed down at him, eyes narrowed as he looked up at her, face drawn away from her aching center.
"Ease up on my hair!"
"Make me," she challenged, immediately shoving him back down into her crotch. He gave some resistance at first but then went along. She smirked, the cocky expression only having a second to enjoy being on her face before if was wiped away by a barely stifled groan. Luschek had reinserted his fingers.
Nicky's whole body ached as if it was a coiled spring waiting for release. She was still sensitive from earlier and so Luschek's attentions had her legs all but quivering in an embarrassingly short time. She kept her hand fisted in his hair, her other arm propping her up so she could watch. It'd been a while since a man was down there, and she found she enjoyed the scratch of his beard against her thighs. One particularly deep push of his fingers timed perfectly with a wet swipe of her clit had her moaning loudly and flopping back on the desk. Luschek was up and glaring at her in seconds.
"You need to be quiet!" he grouched, brows furrowed in annoyance though his mouth was quirked smugly.
"And you need to fuck me," Nicky retorted breathlessly, taking the situation back into her own hands as she yanked him down on top of her by his arm. He stumbled slightly, banging the desk with his knee and sending a folder sliding off. They both cringed at the noise, but forgot it almost instantly as he positioned himself between her legs. There was a sheen of sweat over his brow and Nicky could tell he wouldn't have lasted without release much longer down on his knees.
Reaching into his pants, he pulled his dick out and gave it a few rough strokes before positioning it at her entrance. Nicky had hummed politely at the site of it, and sighed breathily as it pushed against her folds. Luschek stilled his hips with obvious effort to look at her again. They were both breathing pretty heavily and the room felt thick with it as they stared at each other. She was surprised but glad that the lamp hadn't been knocked off the desk yet since it allowed her brown eyes to meet his blue ones as he spoke.
"You sure about this?"
"Luschek," she huffed, both touched and annoyed and turned on by his apparent concern, "This isn't my fuckin' senior prom. I ain't tryin'a make it special, just get in there!"
With a curt nod and a small sarcastic solute, he pushed in without further prompting, hands gripping her hips. The thrust was hard and fast and it hurt much to Nicky's surprise. She gasped, pushing herself into a sitting position in an attempt to pull herself away. Her face was scrunched up in pain and Luschek immediately froze.
"What the fuck!? What happened?" He withdrew partially, hands staying on her bare hips as he squinted at her. Nicky could almost hear the stupid question forming in his head. "Is this...is this your first time with a dude?"
"God, no!" Nicky huffed, returning to her position on her back and leaving out that this probably hurt worse than her first time with a dude had. "It's just been a while is all." At Luschek's skeptical look she rolled her eyes. "You don't see commissary handing out strap-ons to help the ladies stretch it out, do ya?"
He grumbled his assent to that and she politely told him to carry on. A few more pumps was all it took for him to see it wasn't getting any better for the inmate, so reaching down, he began massaging her clit with his thumb as he rocked into her. She hummed her appreciation immediately, body opening to him like a flower as he took her on the desk. It really had been a while since Nicky had been with a man, having embraced her preference to girls sophomore year of high school. It'd been a sea of women since then and she barely even recalled the names of the two or three guys she had experimented with early on.
As Luschek began to pound into her in earnest, she was forced to admit that a bunch of fifteen year olds probably hadn't known what they were doing cause this was the shit. She moaned as loudly as she dared, the noises only being interrupted for strings of curses as she clung to his shoulders, pulling him closer every time he pumped in, a small whine leaving her every time he had to pull out.
"Fuck, Nicky," the guard above her breathed, eyes falling closed as he concentrated on fucking into her. He'd stop every few pumps, likely holding back on orgasm and Nicky preened internally knowing that he was so affected by her.
His thumb was working absolute magic in her down stairs area and she felt a needy whine building in her throat as she began lifting her hips to meet each thrust, her body striving for release. Luschek seemed to hear the noise coming, because he removed his thumb to grab the back of her neck, her complaint being thoroughly snuffed as he pulled her up to devour her mouth. Tasting herself on his tongue and smelling her in his beard was weirdly hot for her and the moan started to build again.
"Don't make a noise," he huffed, pulling his face away from hers solely to deliver the message into her ear. Trying to comply for fear he might stop, she doubled her efforts in meeting his thrusts, the desk rocking and items clattering all around. He stilled his hips, having to pry her hands off his shoulders as she whined in frustration. "Be quiet!"
Her eyes had fallen closed at some point, but she snapped them open to watch as he re positioned, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Hiking one of her legs up higher on his hip and turning slightly, he started again. Nicky almost immediately disobeyed his command to quiet down as the new angle allowed him to surge even deeper. As if sensing her control slipping, Luschek began pounding faster, eyes closing again as he strove for his own completion. The two of them were panting and sweating and flesh was slapping and just as Nicky knew someone was going to come to investigate the desk slamming into the wall, she felt wave after wave of release sweeping over her.
"Fuck!"
Luschek didn't stop, carrying on relentlessly, bringing her to a second orgasm in as many minutes. This time it hit her so full on that the electrician had to muzzle her with his own hand, her stifled screams ringing in the tiny room. He moved faster and harder, his own satisfied grunts filling the space where her groans had been wiped out. With one hand grasping at her lifted thigh and the other clamped over her mouth, he gave one final thrust and came into her, a sharp yelp leaving his lips from where his head was bent over her collar.
When the last bit of what he had to offer seeped into her, Luschek collapsed on Nicky, any thoughts of keeping the desk tidy forgotten as they both panted. The room was absolutely muggy and smelled like sex even to them. The floor around the desk was a mess and Nicky sighed wondering if he expected her to help clean that up. Tiny shivers were going through the guard every few seconds and it took several minutes for his hand to slip away from the inmate's mouth, allowing her to flex her jaw and breathe deeply at last.
"Damn," she panted on a laugh, "Guess the only thing you half-ass is your job, huh?" Her breathy laugh seemed to jolt him awake, his head popping up from her chest comically fast. He blinked at her, blue eyes dim in the lamp light, as if he had never seen her before, or was only just realizing she was there. A tad put off and a lot sweaty from his body, Nicky gave her signature smirk and shrugged at him. "Gotta say," she continued, "I do appreciated the effort. Hope you weren't showin' off for little ole me."
And like that the spell was broken and Luschek jumped away from her as if she had bed bugs. He almost fell, his pants and boxers having slipped down around his ankles at some point, but when Nicky reached out a hand to steady him, he bat it away. She frowned, watching him comb his fingers harshly through his brunette hair before bringing them down to scrub over his face.
"Oh, fuck," he growled, giving her his back and starting to yank his bottoms back on, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, bitch 'n ass."
"Starting to sound like someone I know," Nicky joked, sitting calmly on the desk, still totally bottomless as Luschek struggle to get his uniform shirt on the right way. "What the fucks up with you?"
"You shouldn't be here," was the only answer as the electrician's head finally popped up through the hole in his shirt. He was frantically trying to sweep things off the ground and reorganize them on the desk. It looked like shit so far. "You're outta bounds inmate."
"You kiddin' me with this?" Nicky asked, squinting at the broad man that had just nearly fucked her straight into the wood of the desk, "We just bang it out like animals and now you're-"
"Am I gonna have to give you a shot?" He was all business now; Luschek on the first day of a new detail. Her usual, lazy boss was gone and the man that had just rocked her world was definitely gone. She found herself angry and glaring at him over it. "Get back to your dorms, it's passed lights out."
"Yeah sure," she grumbled, sliding down from the desk. With quick, frustrated movements, she was able to yank her underwear and pants back on, only getting more ticked off when the cool slick from earlier rubbed against her. Her clothes were soon on and with one last disgusted glance over her shoulder at Luschek who was doing his best to brush the soil of an upturned plant back into its pot, she tossed the door to Caputo's office open. "Screw you too, pal."