"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 fiancée 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.
"Yes Officer Garcia." He corrected and she repeated it back obediently. "Yes Officer Garcia what?"
Nikki kept staring at his feet for a moment longer. She knew exactly what he wanted her to say only her voice didn't quite feel like cooperating. A lump formed in her throat and her cheeks burned with the shame she felt so the next words she spoke were barely above a whisper. "Yes Officer Garcia I was warming up for you." Garcia was going to enjoy tormenting her though. He wanted her to say it again on this time he wanted her on her knees when said it and he wanted it louder. Her cheeks were practically on fire as she got down off of the bunk and onto her knees. "Yes Officer Garcia I was warming up for you."
One thing that Nikki could never get used to was the way his eyes crept over her flesh like slug. "On your feet, let's get the rest of your clothes off." Getting to her feet was enough to get the rest of her clothing off, the jumpsuit slipping down to her ankles then stepping out of it. "Damn chica, you've got nice tits. Turn around lets see if your mamacita gave you ass too!" Nikki did as she was told again, turning around so he could inspect her rear. Garcia gave a wolf whistle as she turn around. "Shake it baby." Nikki nervously started to shake her hips. "No baby show me what you got. I'm looking at it. I know you got ass, damn good ass too girl." Garcia walked up behind her and palmed her ass lifting her up onto the tips of her toes.
The flush that formerly had only burned in her cheeks spread over the rest of Nikki's body turning every inch crimson. It wasn't shame anymore, it was arousal. It had been eight months two weeks and three days since she'd felt a man's touch on anything but her hands. Garcia had the rough hands of a man who worked for a living. The shame came flooding back as she realized that touch excited her. It flamed even brighter as she realized that she wanted him to touch her, she wanted his approval. Nikki felt her hips start to sway and forth to a tune in her head. It started slow but with each word of approval her moves became more salacious. "Damn baby I knew you could work that shit. Look at that ass!" By the time he made her stop her hands were on her knees and she was shaking her ass. That was the only thing that mattered was that there was a man looking at her as a woman. "Stop, back on your knees, I think you and me are gonna work out just fine."
