You reluctantly pull yourself away from , and head again to the door. Your expect the young actress to scream and yell at you, and perhaps even to attack you, but instead she stands there incredulously, although whether it is at the sight of her drugs being taken away, or the fact that someone could turn down sex with her, you do not know. It takes all the effort in the world to lock the door behind you, and make your way back to the bathroom by your station, where you dispose of the powder down the toilet, which includes ripping the packet into smaller pieces and flushing that as well. You take great care to wash your hands more thoroughly than you ever have, in order to remove any lingering traces, leaving your hands clean and pink when you are done.
Oh, right. Paperwork. You sit down at your station and gather the appropriate pieces of documentation. Try as you can to finish it, however, your mind keeps drifting back to the experience of a few minutes ago; her mouth on your cock, taking you all in, and swallowing your ejaculate. It seems so surreal now. And you could have had more.
But who is to say that there still won't be more? Just because you took away her drugs, doesn't mean there aren't other things you might be able to bargain for. Cigarettes made good bargaining instruments in what was ostensibly a completely smoke-free prison, and there were any number of other comforts might be willing to bargain for. Even if she weren't, there was still the matter of the drugs. Yes, you had destroyed the evidence, but she didn't know that the search and subsequent blowjob had been out of view of the security camera, which in a minimum security jail such as this, only covered her doorway. You still have options before you. |