“It’s simple,” I tell her. “You’ve already done it well with me. Now it’s time you give Andy a run for his money.”
“What are you implying?” she asks me, playing dumb. She knows full well what I’m getting at. She just doesn’t like the idea all too much.
“Look at you,” I say, eying her up and down.
Her body makes me go crazy. The lingerie that hugs her body makes my cock spring up against my stomach. I feel my endorphins rush through my body, and I can hardly contain myself.
I shake myself out of it. Gotta stick to the details.
“You’re hot as hell,” I say. “No doubt, Andy hasn’t gotten laid in years.”
“Don’t fucking say it,” she says. “Don’t you dare.”
“Just listen to me, will you?” I ask her. “One of these nights, Jeffco is going to be either too lazy or too busy to come with your necessities. They’re bad guys, but they know what it’s like to be locked up. It’s kind of in the code to provide a certain level of hospitality to their prisoners.”
“Okay,” she sighs.
“So Andy will come alone. He’s not a great shot, but he is a great drunk. I’m almost positive he’s always fucked up on some kind of liquor. You need to seduce him.” I lay it on her.
She doesn’t look too happy. In fact, she slaps me right in the face.
“What the fuck was that for?” I ask, rubbing my cheek.
“I am not going to seduce anyone,” she yells. “I’m not some whore you can boss around.”
“Settle down. Jesus, someone might hear you. Are you crazy?”
I back away from her. She’s a good lay and all, but she’s one feisty woman.
“I’m not crazy. I might be the sanest I’ve ever been,” she says.
A couple of days in the hole will make you think that way. It doesn’t mean it’s true.
“You’re going to seduce him,” I say, holding her hands. “You’re not going to fuck him. There’s a difference.”
“I know the difference,” she says, haughtily.
“Good. I thought you did until you slapped me in the fucking face,” I say. “Anyway, once you get him down in this hole, I’m going to cut in, so you won’t have to worry about him touching you.”
“Okay, that sounds a little better to my ears now,” she says, nodding. “So, you come in and knock him out? Then I’m free?”
“Right,” I say. “Then you’re free. Only thing is, you’re going to have to get his pants off.”
She slaps me again. “Fuck,” I growl. “Fine, I’m leaving. If this is how your treat your protector, you’re not getting any more help.”
That one kind of stung.
“My protector?” she screams. “You’re the reason I’m in this mess, you bastard.”
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. If I don’t, I swear, I’ll leave this woman in here for the rest of her life.
Who does she think she is? I’ve killed people. She’s seen it. And now she’s slapping my face, bossing me around. It’s embarrassing.
“Fine,” I say, sighing. “You’re right. I’m the reason why you’re down here. I put you in this prison, and you can stay down here for all I care.”
I turn around and grab the first step up. She reaches out and takes my shirt, pulling me down.
“Wait,” she says. “I’m listening. I’ll do whatever it takes. I just want to get out of here.”