"What do you want Garcia?" Nikki asked. The orange jumpsuit that made up her prison uniform was around her waist. She sat on the bottom bunk staring at the officer who'd invaded her cell. She knew the punishment for masturbation. Because Officer Garcia had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar, or her honey pot as it were he toss her in the whole for a week, more than that if he really wanted to.
That would be a week without sunlight, a week without human interaction of any kind. Her meals might be reduced to bread and water and even at best they would be whatever the guards decided to pile onto her trey. Instead of getting her letters whenever they arrived throughout the week she'd instead wait until Friday to get whatever she was sent. Visitation was on Thursdays and her fiancΓ©e and her father both came every week to see her. That was a privilege not a right, if she was in the hole she wouldn't get her weekly phone call from her children. If prison was Hell then Garcia had the power to banish her to turn up the flames.
"That's Officer Garcia to you." He said slapping his baton against his hand as he looked over the honey skinned harlot. "What the hell are you doing Ms. Conner? I mean it looks like you were diddling the skittle, flicking the bean, getting off. But I'm sure there is another explanation, one that doesn't end with you in the Hole." Nikki remained perfectly still staring at her keeper. She could feel his eyes on her body, mostly on her still hardened nipples. She wasn't even making an effort to cover herself, there really wasn't a point. "Wow no answer? I know what the answer is, you were warming up for me weren't you?" Nikki's heart stopped in her chest at the mere thought of him touching her.
It wasn't that he particularly ugly. He was actually rather handsome. Officer Garcia stood about five ten, just about a full head taller than her. His Hispanic lineage was obvious at even a glance. He had olive toned skin, a few shades darker than her own and short jet black hair cut in a military styled fade. A thick mustache concealed his upper lip which would have made him seem jolly if he ever smiled but he didn't. He usually just scowled at the prisoners or leered. Garcia had wide shoulders and strong arms, even the loose fitting uniform did a poor job of concealing his powerful arms. He wasn't quite her type, she preferred black men, but there wasn't anything wrong with Officer Garcia. Except that he was one of the pigs who ran this place. "I guess if you weren't warming up for me I can go tell the warden what you were doing, that you tried to seduce me. That oughta buy you oh two maybe three weeks in the hole. What do you think?"
Nikki paused looking down at her feet, then up at Garcia's hard brown eyes. "I think I was warming up for you Officer Garcia."
"Is that so?" Garcia asked taking a step towards her and slapping the baton against his palm.
"Yuh-yessir." She replied nervously her eyes again lowered to his finely spit shined shoes.