Stella Meets Nicky in Max

Chapter 4

(This time – from Nicky's perspective)

I have to say, things have been way better now since Carlin moved in. I mean, it's only been two days and all, but I'm enjoying having her around. She's funny, smart and hot as balls. How the fuck did she end up here anyway? I guess I have lots of time to figure that one out.

It's the middle of the afternoon, and she's lying in her bed. I watch her sleep. She is on her side, and facing me. I watch her thin frame move up and down with each breath, then get fixated in the dip of her waist. She's practically swimming in that orange jumpsuit, but I can make out the slightest of a curve.

I have to admit. I have an incredibly huge sex drive. But fuck – I bet even Sister Ingalls would get turned on by Carlin. She's masculine, yet feminine. I start to wonder what it would be like to get in her pants. To make her scream. Who would be dominant? Me, or her? Usually I take on the dom role, but I can't exactly imagine her being submissive, either.

My gaze moves from her waist up to her chest, then to her face, and I realize her eyes are open. Shit.

"Uh, hi," I say.

"Hello," she says, calmly. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

And that Australian accent. So fucking hot. I'm not often at a loss for words. But right now, I totally am.

"I was just … yeah fuck it. Not going to lie. I was, how shall I say this? Enjoying the view."

"Well, I'm glad I'm here to make things scenic for you."

"Yeah, uh, thanks."

I have to get myself together. No one makes me stammer like this. No one makes me uncomfortable like this. I sound like a child.

"Well, I guess I'll just keep on staring at you, if you don't mind." Okay. I'm starting to get my game back.

"Go ahead. It's time for my workout anyway. You can either stare, or your can join me."

"Oh yeah? Sure, I'll join. I have to say I'm not much of a worker-outer." I'm not a worker-outer at all. "But hey, no time like the present to get in shape."

"Alright," she says, I reckon we get started then. "Pushups."

She drops to the ground and begins doing push-ups from her toes. She pumps out five easily. Her form is perfect. She pauses at the top of her fifth one – "Come on. Let's go," she says, continuing on with the exercise.

I work my way down to the floor beside her. There isn't much room in our cell so there's only a few inches between us. Carlin does four push-ups in the time it takes me to do one.

"Holy shit Rocky," I say. "How do you do this?"

"How do I not do this, is the question. If I don't work out, I feel knotted and anxious and weird. This is my meditation. My church. It also happens to give me some pretty sweet biceps in the process."

She looks at me and offers a smile. I think it's the first real smile she's given me since she became my new cellmate. After ten pushups, I collapse dramatically then sit on the floor. She finishes out her set of fifty and then moves to a seated position on the floor as well. Beads of sweat form on her forehead. Desire for her overcomes me. I unconsciously lick my lips, then realize I'm doing so, and stop immediately.

But there's something about Carlin. She's not like the other girls. With everyone else, I just want to get my rocks off. Sex is another form of a high. It makes you feel good, but then you just go back to feeling lonely again when it's all over.

But this is me we're talking about. I don't 'like' people. I don't get crushes. I am tough and I fuck and I am in this for me. I just can't get enough of Carlin, though. I also don't want to get hurt. That's happened before. Maybe I should just try to keep this totally sexual.

"You're pretty hot when you're sweaty, you know," I say, raising my eyebrows. She bites her lower lip. Then she does something totally surprising. She moves to all fours and comes in close to my face. It's still afternoon and a guard could come by at any minute. She's a risk-taker and I like it.

"Nichols," she whispers to me, "You're fucking hot. And you know it. And you're an animal. She runs her cheek along my cheek, then grabs a hold of the bottom of my shirt, tightly, pulling it down so the top part digs into my shoulders. "And we will fuck. In due time. But first, I have to trust you. And my trust is something you'll have to earn."

I'm taken aback and totally turned on by her forwardness. No one ever talks to me like this. I'm Nichols, after all. Usually I'm the seducer, the dom. I'd be okay with taking a back seat for once. In fact, I can't fucking wait. But first I have to prove to her that she can trust this bitch.