Behind Blue Eyes (12 page)

She looked hurt. “My name isn’t Sherry.”

“Sorry I meant to say Carrie?”

“My name is Olivia!”

From the look on her face, he thought she was going to start crying. “Olivia? Huh.” Damn, he’d been way off. “It’s nothing personal. I’m bad with names.”

She forced a smile as he opened up the bedroom door and proceeded down the hallway.

“Call me!” he heard her yell as he shut the front door to her trailer.

How in the hell did she think he would remember her number if he didn’t even remember her name?

As he climbed onto his motorcycle, he smiled to himself. His first thought was of Nuke and telling him about this most recent encounter. Sadness washed over him; it would have to wait until Nuke was released.

Money talks

Nuke heard the jingling of keys. It had to be Officer Young walking down the tier toward his cell. He carried his keys slightly lower than everyone else. They would bang against his upper thigh, making his presence known.

Nuke put Jasmine’s letters underneath his pillow. When he was in segregation, the guards fucked with his mail if they saw him reading it. He dropped to the cell floor and started doing pushups. He did a quick set of fifty before the muscular black guard reached his cell.

Rumor had it that the guard was drafted by the Indianapolis Colts back in 2005. He unfortunately blew out his knee in the third game he played for the team. Officer Young stopped at his cell door. He stood there for a good two minutes before he spoke. “Inmate Stuart,” he called out to Nuke. His deep voice boomed off of the walls.

Sweat was glistening on Nuke’s skin. “What?” Nuke glared at him with his hard blue eyes as he stood up. He picked up his shirt from the bunk and wiped the sweat from his upper body. The orange pants he wore sagged around his waist, hanging at the v-cut of his lower stomach.

The guard walked into the cell. Nuke readied himself to knock him out if he tried anything. The guard stopped short of invading his space. He looked cautiously back over his shoulder. When he was satisfied that there was no one paying attention, he focused back on Nuke.

“You got enemies, white boy!”

“Don’t we all?” Nuke said smugly.

“Scary in here without your bros, huh?”

“Do I look scared?” Nuke held his gaze.

“Nope, you don’t. That in itself is scary. Anyone with a lick of common sense would be scared shitless in here with no one to watch their back.” Officer Young arched one of his bushy eyebrows. “Do you know a tatted-up white boy that goes by the name Road Kill?”

Nuke rolled his eyes and nodded. “I know he’s here. I saw him on the first day they brought me to gen. pop.”

“Little weasel talking about how he’s going to take you out. I think he’s trying to make his bones with the Aryan Brotherhood. They’re not paying him much attention. They have bigger worries right now with the Mexicans.”

“What are you doing, taking bets on who kills who first between me and Road Kill?”

The guard laughed as he glanced back over his shoulder once again. “I have it on good authority that the Feds are going to have to cut you lose soon. No official date yet, but they can’t find shit to hold you. The pressure is on them. You need to stay alive that long. Your club paid good money to guarantee that.”

“Are you my guarantee? Damn they must be running low on money,” Nuke smirked.

The guard chuckled. “Ricky also says hello! If something goes down, your back is covered. Play it smart and you’ll be home soon.” He studied Nuke for a moment. “I’d think you’d want to get back to that hot black chick you married.” He let out a deep, sarcastic laugh.

Nuke tensed and said, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

Officer Young looked Nuke up and down with a smile. “So it’s true? I figured Ricky was pulling my leg. You look like you’d be Aryan Brotherhood to the core. All those satanic-looking tats you got.” He motioned a finger toward Nuke.  “What’s with you white boys and those skulls and dragons?”

Nuke didn’t respond.

“Though the way you stroll, looks like you grew up in the hood.”

Nuke stared at him with the intensity of a snake ready to strike.

“I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover,” Officer Young continued. 

“You must be needed on the outside. Your club wants you kept safe and sound and out ASAP! We’ll do our part on keeping you safe until you’re released.”

“We?” Nuke finally spoke.

“The brothers!” The guard said as he walked away.

Nuke was pleased but didn’t smile. He’d save that moment for if and when he walked out of here.

***

Nuke casually walked around the dayroom and chatted with a few people, played some chess. Mostly he fished for any information about what was going on within the prison’s walls and on the outside. He glanced over and saw that one of the phones was free. Now that he was in gen pop, he might be able to have a whole conversation with Jasmine without the Feds messing with their connection. Though he doubted it. He walked over and sat down on one of the hard, metal stools that were bolted to the floor. He telephoned home and the collect call was instantly accepted.

“Hey!” he said, trying to sound upbeat. His heart was always pounding when he heard Jasmine’s voice.

“Hi, baby,” Jasmine replied. “Are you doing okay?”

He could hear the stress in her voice and he hated that he was putting her through this. “I’m good, babe, how are you?”

“I’m okay. Are you eating, sleeping? Are you safe?” she asked.

He laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m alright, Jasmine, really. Don’t worry! How’s the cats?”

“Driving me crazy! They know you’re gone. It feels wrong not having you here. They follow me from room to room. They’re all over the bed at night. I can’t stretch out,” she laughed. “Any news? The lawyer, he’s a hard man to get in contact with.”

“I haven’t spoken with him in a few days.” He wanted to tell her what Officer Young had said but it was too risky.

“Oh…Okay, I’ll see if I can get a hold of him!” He could almost feel her pain through the phone. He knew that she was fighting hard to stay strong.

“Jasmine, spend time with Amy and Pam. They can help you deal while I’m in here. Both of them have been through this more than once.”

“I’ve talked with them. I’m…I’m just frustrated about the lawyer. I love you!” Her voice cracked. “I’m doing alright, really.”

“I love you, too, baby. You staying safe, honey? You’re not coming home late, are you? Are you making sure things are locked up?”

“Yeah, I am staying safe. The family checks in on me, too.”

“Good, good. So what are you wearing?” Nuke laughed.

“Honestly, believe it or not, nothing. I was just getting out of the shower when the phone rang. I keep it close by so I won’t miss your calls.”

“Aww, fuck. So you’re dripping wet with no clothes on? Damn baby, you’re killing me!” He shook his head with a sigh and a big grin.

“I’m sorry,” she laughed. “Okay picture me in a ratty pair of sweats and a T-shirt.”

“That’s sexy, too, and you know it!” he chuckled. She giggled again and that melted his heart. “Everything you wear is sexy. Though I prefer you in nothing at all.”

Jasmine laughed. “You better stop before you get me started.”

“I want you started,” he said. “Hey, baby, can you do me a favor?”

“Of course, anything, honey!”

“Spread your legs for me.”

Jasmine smiled. “You know they’re recording this and you trying to get all nasty,” she laughed.

Nuke shrugged. “Give them a thrill! Actually, what I really want you to do is go into the kitchen, look in the junk drawer and get the sandpaper and the duct tape!”

“WHAT?” She couldn’t stop laughing as she walked down to the kitchen. “I don’t know if I should ask where this is going to go.” She opened the drawer and took out the items he requested. “Alright, I have them.”

“Now go to the bedroom.”

She continued to laugh as she did as he asked. “Okay, now what?”

“Take the sandpaper and put it on your pussy. Use the duct tape to hold it in place.”

“Are you serious?” Jasmine had to admit she was completely confused by his request.

“Yes, make sure the rough side is up against your pussy.” Nuke smiled. He could see it perfectly in his imagination. “Is your makeup bag on the dresser?”

“Yes,” Jasmine said as she imagined Nuke in front of her. She walked over to the dresser.

“Good, take out the eyeliner. Now on your left tit, write, ‘Nuke’s bitch’! Go over it more than once. I want the letters thick.”

“Okay, baby!” Jasmine giggled as she searched through the bag for her eyeliner. She took it in hand once she found it and did as he asked.

“You’re such a good girl!” Nuke’s deep voice was low and seductive.

“Alright, I did it!”

“Now on the other right tit, write, ‘Nuke’s slut’!” Jasmine moaned and he knew that her pussy was getting wet. “Do it the same, honey!”

“Okay.”

He loved the sound of her starting to breathe hard. “Now take your dark red lipstick out of the bag. On your lower stomach, write, ‘Nuke’s cunt’ with an arrow pointing down to your pussy.” He had to adjust his hardening cock in his jail-issued pants as he instructed her.

“I did it,” Jasmine gasped. She wanted to touch herself for him but she waited.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jasmine giggled.

Nuke moaned. “Now put me on speaker phone. Go to the closet and get the thick red dildo from the bag. The one with the suction on the bottom. Get the big vibrator and the nipple clamps from the bedside table. Then climb up on the bed, on all fours with your legs spread wide. Attach the dildo to the footboard. Put the nipple clamps on your hard nipples. They are hard, aren’t they, baby?”

“Yes, Sir, they’re really, really hard.” Jasmine moved the phone close to her on the bed. God, she wished he was here. Silent tears began to slide down her cheeks.

“Now raise your head so that you barely see into the mirror on the dresser. Turn the vibrator on, and place it beneath your pussy with that ridge edge pointing up. Now slowly start licking that thick, red cock in front of your mirror.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jasmine looked into the mirror at the woman who missed her husband so badly it hurt.

Nuke heard her sniffle. “Jasmine, are you crying?”

She didn’t respond for second as she squashed the sadness. “I’m okay, baby”

“Jasmine…” Nuke fought back the need to punch the wall in frustration. He needed to hold her so bad; it was eating him up inside.

“Please don’t stop,” Jasmine said as she brushed her tears away. “Let me do this for you, for us, please.”

“Alright,” Nuke finally said. “Make sure your legs are spread wide. Your clit should barely be touching the vibrator. I want your clamped nipples dragging on the bed. Start sucking on that cock. Make it wet, make it loud.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jasmine said as she sucked down the cock. She let the cock fill her entire throat. She purposely choked and gagged as she moved her head up and down. Soon the dildo was slippery and wet with her saliva.

“Louder, baby.” Nuke closed his eyes for a moment as he pictured her on the bed sucking on the dildo.

She obeyed, she was such a good girl. He was rock hard but he had sworn that he wasn’t going to jack off while he was here. It was his own form of self-punishment for fucking up and landing in jail.

“Keep looking in the mirror, baby. Look at what a slut you’ve become for me.”

Jasmine moaned.

“Reach down between your legs. Take the vibrator and press it up against your cunt. Now ride it hard. Feel the roughness of the sandpaper against your wet cunt.”

Jasmine gasped as she did as Nuke asked.

“Take your mouth from the dildo! Now take your other hand and slap yourself hard across the face!”

Jasmine obeyed.

“Louder!”

Jasmine slapped herself across the face again, harder and harder until Nuke commanded her to stop. He could tell that she was close to coming. “Lie on your back, take the vibrator and press it against your pussy and move your hips up and down as you pull on the nipple clamps.”

“I miss you!” Jasmine called out.

“I miss you too, baby!”

“I’m close, I’m so close…please!” Jasmine whimpered.

“Take the vibrator away and rub hard with your hand!”

Jasmine quickly did as he asked. She could feel the rough hotness of the sandpaper against her clit. “Oh God!”

“RIP IT OFF!”

Jasmine ripped the sandpaper from her pussy and it sent her orgasm to a whole other level. It took her several moments to recover. “Fuck! How did you know it would do that?” she gasped as her body trembled.

Nuke laughed seductively. “Because I’m the man, bitch!” he chuckled. “I love hearing your orgasm. I bet those perverts listening did too!”

Jasmine laughed as she reached over and picked up the phone. “I love you!”

“I love you, too!”

The phone clicked. Nuke shook his head and said, “See, they listened long enough to get off on it!”

They both laughed.

“Baby, I work the next two days so if you get the chance to call again I won’t be home until about five thirty or six.”

“Do you need money?” Nuke immediately was overwhelmed with guilt again. “Babe, if you’re struggling, get some money from Amy and Mitch. Better yet, ask Pipe; he won’t have a problem helping you out. I’ll pay it back when I get out.”

“I’m good, don’t worry. I got this,” she chuckled.

Nuke paused “Jasmine…are you alright? Be honest with me.”