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"We have a problem." Were the only words that seemed to be stuck in my head.
I think those are the last set of words you want to hear while trying to get off in a closet. I smirk to myself as I peel myself out of the closet. I place a quick peck on Santana's lips, "sorry I-uh."
Santana shook her head and adjusted her clothing, "It's cool. I don't need to know."
A little defensively I retorted, "why so you aren't pegged as an accomplice?"
The brunette just stared at me, unamused.
"Pierce, time is serious. We must move." Red urged me to leave the supply closet.
Lowering my head I walked out of the closet without saying another word to Lopez. I was all wound up without having my release that was literally teetering on the edge of amazing. That may have been a factor to my somewhat defensive outburst. I tried to brush it off as I followed diligently behind Red. I needed to focus.
Red, paranoid, kept looking behind her and around corners cautiously, as she led us to her-secret storage locker underneath the kitchen. Who knew this existed? I sure as hell didn't. As soon as I closed the hatch above my head, Red started to ramble on, "I can't believe this Я не понимаю that douche Ничего, ничего, пожалуйста fuck fuck! probation?" She paced furiously throughout her mixture of English and Russian.
My eyes grew large as I stood there watching as English words mixed with Russian ones, and at one point I wasn't sure if I was understanding her Russian or her English transformed into gibberish. One of the weirdest sights I've witnessed before my eyes, and fuck I've been held up in jail for a bit now. With my brows furrowed in confusion I stood there with my arms crossed. There were two reasons I stayed put, without dropping a syllable. There was the fear-of stopping a Russian mid gibberish meltdown. Then there was the entertainment-you only get so many channels in prison.
"Whaddya say Pierce?" The Russian looked at me, deadpanning into my soul.
I cocked my head at her with the slightest bit of attitude, "You're kidding me right? You think I understood that commie, KGB bullshit mixed in with your broken English?"
Maybe I took that too far.
I think the nickname Red, is for when her face gets so red with anger.
Red slowly walked up to me. And by slowly, I mean she walked at such a snail's pace you weren't sure if she was going to take out one of her butcher knives from under her apron and stab me or if she was in a race with the hare.
A cold hard SMACK registered along my right cheek, which was turning as red as the Russian's hair. I rubbed my cheek and adjusted my jaw as I spoke, "I probably deserved that. I take back the commie comment." I smirked, "The rest still stands, though." Quickly, I shot my hands up in the air as a surrender.
"Oh, you real funny now? Funny girl." Red spat onto the floor in disgust, "and about Pornstache? You laugh when he take us all under, girlie?"
Still rubbing my cheek, "Spill, Red. Tell me what the fucking problem is, like I said I have no clue what you said during your ten minute rant." I used the strength of my arms and hopped up on the small wooden countertop. This weird secret kitchen looked almost like Red's actual kitchen. It was like the old outdated version of Red's kitchen. I wonder if this used to be her kitchen? We don't actually know how long she's been held up in this place or at least I have no idea. HOLY SHIT, I bet this was her old kitchen and she's been here for ages!
I fell back to reality when Red snapped her fingers in front of my face looking unamused, "pay attention, child."
Red is right, I need to pay attention. This is important. Honestly, I'm surprised at how well I'm holding myself together given my current situation. I was about a good five minutes away from an earth shattering orgasm and I planted drugs on a senior officer. Neither went according to plan. But fuck, Red is right. My attention is key.
And of course, Red is mid sentence when I remember to pay attention, "so you see he is only on probation for six months pending his investigation."
"Why didn't they just fire him?" I spoke as my legs dangled off the countertop.
Red shook her head back and forth, "what else? Politics girlie. Think of how much news it would bring upon this prison. Creep guard trades sex for drugs. The news would go crazy!" Red laughed. It was a sad laugh mixed with pleasure of her fantasy. "Plus, they didn't find drugs on him."
Red deadpanned me directly in the face.
I held my hands up "Hey don't you look at me like that Red. I did my fucking job. He violated me. I planted those drugs. But shit went wrong." I lowered my head. It's better to tell her the truth now.
Red stepped closer, "do tell my child."
Letting out a very long sigh, "you see I borrowed his jacket."
Red interrupted my sentence, "wait-wait start from begining, child."
I hopped off the counter and started to pace around as I spoke "I was totally creeped out by seducing a man, specifically Pornstache. So I fell into a puddle of cold water, borrowed his jacket, let him fondle my breast, and I planted the drugs in his jacket."
"And?" Red asked impatiently, "where plan go wrong?"
My pacing came to a halt as I looked at Red, "Well, everything was going just fine. I gave him his jacket back, Emma watched him get forceful with me, so I was super excited that our plan was working even better than we imagined. We had a witness to his forceful hand! But then he got paged on the overhead and he placed his hands in his pocket and found the drugs and looked at me in the eyes with this vengence I know is coming for me as he called me a 'fucking bitch.'"
"Fuck! Only a few minutes and plan would be flawless! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Red started to break down. She took her fists and pounded on the wooden countertop. She wasn't speaking anymore, just grunting pushing objects around the room. She looked at me in the eyes a couple of times and all I saw was sadness. I don't know what it was about this moment, but I felt like she actually did really care about the girls in this place. That her denying all this food to me and whoever else crossed her path, was for the well being of us ultimately. Fuck-is this some stockholm syndrome type of bullshit?
"Red." I walked up to her and shook her where she stood. "You need to calm the fuck down."
She looked at me shocked that I had shaken her out of her insanity. "Look Red. We have six months to figure this shit out and to make sure he never comes back here."
Red stayed silent and absently shook her head, "da." Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, but she wouldn't dare let me see that vulnerability.
"Because I'm sure as shit, that I don't want him coming back here. If there is one fucking enemy he will have, it's me." Red didn't have anything to say to my statement. She very well knew how true this was. I was the only one who was caught red handed. No pun intended. I was the only person Pornstache knew framed him. The evidence was in his hand and for all he knows, it was only me who fucked him over. Caused him to lose his job for six months without pay. It's me he will be coming back for. There was no denying it.
I left Red in her weird abandoned secret kitchen. She just silently stared off into space. I awkwardly said, "see ya in the cells Red or mess hall or shower or wherever I see you next," my voice got lower each time I would mention a place I would see her next, until eventually my whisper turned into silence. It's possible she never heard me, she certainly never acknowledged anything I said.
On my way back to my cell, I ran into Miss Pillsbury. "Hey, you Miss Britt."
I gave her a funny look.
"Oh, do you mind if I call you Britt?" She cocked her head to the right and smiled as she awaited an answer.
Shaking my head no, "Nah, just took me by surprise. I'm not used to my first name around here. Let alone, nicknames based on my first name." I laughed out, sadly.
Miss Pillsbury came closer as she spoke, "I understand. So, the altercation I witnessed-"
Quickly, I interjected, "Thanks again for being there. I appreciate it."
"Does he always handle you and the girls that roughly?" She looked me dead in the eyes with concern.
I averted my eyes, wondering if I should proceed with a lie or tell her the truth. Truth was he is a no good son of a bitch who trades sex for drugs. Fucking creep. "I can't speak for the other girls, but me? Ever since my stint in the shue-"
This time Pillsbury interrupted me, "I have reports from girls that he took it too far when he was trying to subdue you. When you were beating up the other woman."
Ashamed of my actions I lowered my head, "Yeah well-I don't remember much. All I saw was red."
"What?"
"What? Oh, um I saw Red for a split second and I must've blacked out."
She saw through my lie I can just feel it, "All right. Well, please tell me if you are being mistreated. I only am after your well-being Britt. You can always come to me, okay?" She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and squeezed tight. It felt weird being touched. They really allow no touching in prison. So it was weird being touched while not getting fucked. It was genuine.
"Thanks, I hear you." I gave her a smile and continued on my path.
"Oh and Britt?"
Stopping in my tracks, I turned around, and awaited a response.
"And remember silence doesn't do anyone any good." She walked off towards her office after she left me with a few words of wisdom.
Now, onwards to my cell. I was looking forward to a bed to lay in. Even if it was just a cot, it has become my bed. I was feeling emotionally drained from my day and I still had all this pent up sexual energy begging to be released. Entering my cell, I was surprised that my cellmate wasn't here. For the past week or so, she's been waiting for me on her bed. It was cute. Actually, I lied. It was more than cute. It was fucking sexy. She would always be in the cell first because, "I just love to watch you walk in. The look you get on your face when you see me laying in my bed waiting for you…" Santana would let out a low growl, "is so fucking hot. Now hurry up and sit on my face before the guards make their rounds."
I never had any objections. Quickly, I marched over to her bed placing a speedy kiss upon her lips. It was passionate and needy as I gripped the sides of her face and pulled her into me. Kissing her turned me on tremendously, I never knew kissing someone could be so euphoric. We had no time for delicacy, though. Santana pulled away from my lips, breathing heavy, she spoke, "pants. now."
"Mmm, I love it when you are bossy." I smirked at her as she licked her lips. Hurriedly, I undid the ties to my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. Santana raised a brow as her chest rapidly began to raise and fall, "fuck me, Pierce, commando today?" I let out a playful chuckle as I began to lower my thighs around her face, "That's exactly what I plan on doing," I said before fully hovering my pussy above her face, "I had a feeling I wasn't going to get out of work detail on time. I didn't want to waste time." Devilishly I grinned as I made my final plunge into her eagerly awaiting face.
Her hands went straight to my thighs, digging her nails into them, leaving her mark next to yesterday's marks, before she dove into my dripping pussy, "fuck, I make you this wet?" That was all I needed to hear before I ground my hips down and forced my pussy on her lips. It didn't take long before she expertly started licking away at my cunt. She knew which spots to hit and which spots to tease perfectly. We didn't have time for teasing before our nightly guard rounds. When we do have time for teasing...I don't know if I can even share how fucking hot and steamy those nights fill my entire body building this crazy tension of pleasure inside of me…
Not before long, I found my hand underneath my blanket making it's way down my own stomach. Lopez still hasn't come back to our cell, it's about an hour from guard rounds, and after my memory flashback I'm horny as hell. The thought of Santana going down on me, after having her fingers curling deep inside of me this morning, has pushed me over edge. There was no time to waste. I grinned at myself, thinking about the times I have said that to Santana before grinding her face. Quickly, my hand shot under my waistband and I started rubbing myself. I opened my eyes and took a quick peek at Lopez's bed. No sign of her. I pressed my head back along my pillow as my fingers went from rubbing my clit to entering my pussy. I'm pretty sure I'm still soaked from the supply closet and my nearly wet day dream. A moan left my lips as I continued the onslaught to my own pleasure center. As I squeezed my eyes tighter feeling my upcoming release, I felt a strong hand stop the motions on my pussy. My eyes shot wide open.
A smile formed upon my lips.
"Shh." Santana put her fingers to her lips. "no time to waste." She smirked at me as she dug under the blanket and pulled my hand out from my pussy. What surprised me was, she wasn't going down on me. She crawled up next to me and gently caressed my cheek. Placing butterfly kisses along my jaw as her hand began making the same trail down my flat stomach I made a few moments ago. She hovered over my face with her own and looked at me in the eyes. She plunged her fingers deep inside of me, not wasting anytime. She damn well knew I was close when she saw me bucking at my own ministrations. Santana knew I didn't need any priming, I was wet with thoughts of her and she knew it. We looked each other in the eyes as she entered me. She hovered her face above mine close enough to kiss me, but she held back. Santana looked down at her hand, she loved watching herself fuck me senseless. I knew she was turning herself on by what she was watching. When I gained enough of my senses, I reached into her trousers and attacked her pussy.
"Fucking kiss me." I said as I picked up my head but she backed off. She didn't smirk or smile she just stared into my eyes as she continued to curl her fingers deep inside my pussy asking for my release. I lifted my head up again, begging for her lips. Again she pulled back, but this time she grabbed my hair with her free hand and pulled my head down against the pillow. Forcefully, she tilted my head to the side and bit down into my neck. Knowing damn well that was going to leave a hickey. She licked the sore spot before biting again and circling her fingers around my clit at the same time. She licked my neck one more time and bit the same spot again, causing blood to escape, but she was right there to lick it up as that final bite caused my orgasam to release. Santana continued her motions inside my pussy as she felt my walls clench around her fingers and my warm liquid escape me.
My entire body went limp.
The sexual build up has been going on for so long today, this release put me over the edge as Santana continued her assault on my pussy, making me squeal a second time as my second orgasm hit me. "Fucccckkingg kiss me you bitch." I need her during my release. My arms were busy gripping the sheets and Santana's ass to reach for her face. This time she smiled and leaned in for the passionate kiss I was dying for. Our tongues dueled for dominance as she finally kissed me. As my body finally calmed down, Santana rested half of her weight on top of me.
She was silent. She just laid upon me lazily.
When I finally found my voice again, "What took you so long to kiss me." I stated as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking how the guards will be doing their rounds in five minutes or so. I hear everyone scattering to their cells. So, I know we don't have much time to bask in each others scents.
Lopez grunted, "cause I'm mad at you."
I laughed. And I couldn't stop.
Lopez stood up collecting herself, pulling up her pants. "What's so funny, gringa?" She raised her brow as she walked backwards to her bed.
"If that's you mad at me...the way you just made me cum...then tell me what I did. So I can make sure to do it again." I pulled up my pants under the blanket that half laid across my body. I flattened out my hair as it looked a little sex-crazed.
Santana let a small smirk show, "Someone was fucking themselves senseless when I walked into our room, your hips were high off the bed, your soft little whimpers, I tried walking to my bed, but when you moaned out my name... and I couldn't help but take over. I'm still mad at you, for what you said."
"ROOM CHECK!" The guards shouted. It was nice not hearing Pornstache yell it.
We both stood up. Our room was close to last on the block, we had a few minutes to exchange words.
"Look, I'm sorry. It was in the heat of the moment and I was freaking out at the shit Red was saying."
"Yeah, what exactly was she saying?"
"You don't want to know."
"Yeah, 'cause I don't want to be pegged as an accomplice." The words left her mouth in a tone that could slice Mary Poppins' spirit.
"Not that." I lowered my head.
"ON YOUR FEET." We over heard the guard speaking to an inmate two bunks down.
"Then what? You don't trust me?" Santana scoffed, "But you trust me to go down on you?"
"What?" I turned my head to look at her, "Serious? No. It's not that."
"EYES FORWARD PIERCE YOU TWO ARE NEXT."
"Whatever."
This day was continuously shitting on me, but I am the causer of this. Staring straight ahead I whispered, "No, because I fucking think I'm in love with you."
And you do crazy things for the people you love. I thought to myself as the guard entered our cell.