Take the Heat

It wasn’t until the guard grabbed hold of his shoulders and yanked him back—twice!—that he pulled away from her and got up.

“Don’t fuck it up,” he told her. “I’m countin’ on you.”

Her face was so pink with her arousal that she seemed in a daze, but still she nodded obediently. “I won’t. I’ll see you soon” She smiled up at him, letting him stare down at her pillowy breasts. “Be good.”

He made no effort to hide the obvious bulge in his pants as he strode away, grinning with satisfaction. Knowing what was to come.

* * *

Being in jail for murder meant there was no real hope of getting out. He was still a decade off from any option of parole even. It was the kind of thing that would’ve driven him mad if he didn’t know what awaited him. That freedom would be his soon, regardless if the parole board wanted it to be so or not.

He lay on his prison bed, resting his hand on his thick forearms as he waited and thought. He’d napped and was ready to go, blood coursing through him with anticipation.

The slow, steady footsteps of the guard resounded before stopping by his cell.

Without a word Sean got up and stood before the door.

It was the same guard who had hauled him away from Vivian, and Sean gave him a simple stare nodding. The door slid open, and they quietly strode away.

The prison was dead quiet at night, and Sean did his best not to disturb it any more than necessary. It wasn’t until they had gotten to the guard offices that either of them spoke.

“You really need to make that fuckin’ scene in the visitation hall?” complained the guard.

“Ah, it works for the best anyhow, Rufus. Makes it look like I ain’t thinkin’ I’ll get out anytime soon. Besides,” he said as he began to strip off his prisoner’s garb and change into the simple gray uniform of a prison maintenance staff worker “could you blame me? You saw that fine piece of ass I got,” he remarked with a self-satisfied grin.

“Fair enough,” admitted Rufus reluctantly, taking the discarded clothes and stuffing them into a garbage bag, which he handed Sean as he finished dressing.

Tugging the cap onto his head, Sean followed after Rufus. The prison was quiet, and there weren’t many guards on staff at night. Though a few of them were passed, none paid the two any mind. They looked perfectly in place, after all.

Through the labyrinthine corridors they at last came to a back exit, and the cool night air struck Sean like the first feeling of freedom.

“Over here,” Rufus directed him to a nearby delivery truck. It was simple, plain and white. “Hop in. I’ll drive you outside the gates to the drop-off point,” he instructed.

As Sean climbed in back and settled into the darkness once again, he tried to distract himself from thoughts of Vivian. Thinking on her would do more than distract him, he knew. Such a fine woman served only to cloud his judgment.

No, instead he thought on how remarkable it was that she h

ad gotten everything to fall into place. Sure, he had found out about Rufus’s predicament, the old guard needing a big dose of cash to sort out some medical bills, but it was Viv who got together the quarter million, made the plan to their mutual satisfaction.

Sean felt the truck lurch out of the prison yard and began its journey.

The trip wouldn’t be too long, he knew, and it wasn’t even half an hour before the truck pulled to a halt off on a dirt path beside the road.

Up rolled the back door, and Sean stepped out to true freedom at last, seeing the beautiful car parked nearby and knowing it could only belong to one person. The side door opened and Vivian stepped out, though she was just a dark silhouette to him then.

Sean ran to her and scooped her up in his powerful arms. “You did it, babe,” he growled victoriously.

She was dressed more covertly than he was used to, despite the ostentatious vehicle. Her black skirt, a black blouse, black tights… Thigh-highs, he hoped. He didn’t know if he could stand the extra moment’s pause, not at this point.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into her, feeling him out as her legs encircled his waist. “We can’t linger here,” she reminded him, but her lips were already on his neck.

Sean groaned, feeling his manhood stiffen and that deep clouding of his judgment setting in already. She did such wicked, wonderful things to him.

He squeezed her tight, then at last managed to pry her off him and place her back down. There was still something left to do.

Rufus put his phone away. “My wife says she found the money in the drop-off point, just as you said in the call.” The remark was directed at Vivian, but Sean was the one who strode over to the man and replied.

“Then that just leaves one last thing.” The two men stared at one another, a moment of tense silence. Then Sean struck out, his iron-hard fists impacting the older man’s stomach, then belting him across the jaw.