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CHAPTER TWO

For the next couple days, Mrs. B was running down hard on Lil’ Nicky and DeMarco. Obviously punishment for the melee; they were practically slaves. Every time there was something that needed to be cleaned, she used both of them and DeMarco always got the brunt of the work.

“Ayo, Lil’ Nicky, I’m tellin you, I’m about to ask Mrs. B wassup wit her,” DeMarco said one night as he and Lil’ Nicky chilled in their room. “Yo, she been on us hard these last couple days.”

“Who you tellin? It’s like every time she’s here, she doesn’t know any other name but ours,” Lil’ Nicky replied. “She be on your back the most though. I don’t know what the fuck you said to her, but you definitely pissed her off.”

Just then a guard yelled, “Okay, lights out!”

“Damn, it’s 11 already?” DeMarco said, looking at his watch. “I’m tellin you, if she comes to work tomorrow, I’m gonna tell her about herself.”

DeMarco lay there silent. In his head he was working on his lines as if he was an actor preparing for a role. He knew he had to step to her correctly or he’d end up cleaning more shit. Wanting to be sure everybody was asleep, he planned to wait until around 2:30 before even thinking about pressing Mrs. B. He knew she was feeling him; that was a given. What he didn’t understand was why she was on him so hard. The time passed quickly and soon it was going on 1:30. To his surprise, Mrs. B seemed to have the same idea.

“I want to talk to you,” she said, shining her flashlight on him, then she turned and walked away, leaving the door open.

DeMarco slipped on a pair of sneakers and walked out of the room, not even thinking to put on a shirt. While coming down the hall he saw that Mrs. B wasn’t sitting at her desk. Turning the corner and heading up front, he noticed that the back door to the staff office was open. He went over and peeked his head in.

“Mrs. B,” he called in.

“Come in,” she said.

He walked into the office to find Mrs. B leaning against the table by the refrigerator.

“Wassup, Mrs. B?”

She walked over to where DeMarco was standing and closed the door.

“You know what I had to go through to keep you here, after the little stunt you and your boy pulled?” Mrs. B stared at him. “I’m so angry with your little ass, I just wanna punch you myself!”

“My fault, Mrs. B. I was just looking out for my boy,” DeMarco said, leaning up against the wall. “I wasn’t tryna cause you no trouble. And you keep callin me little but I keep tellin you ain’t nothin little about me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Mrs. B said as she cased the room.

Standing in front of him now, she stuck her hand down his shorts, grabbed his dick, and started rubbing it. Shocked at first, he just stood there. Then, coming out of his daze, he pulled Mrs. B into him and grabbed her ass.

“So far so good,” she said as she pulled his dick out. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, almost causing him to moan out loud as she slid him all the way down her throat.

“Damn,” he said, glancing down. He had to admit: the way she was looking at him while sucking his dick was driving him crazy. Getting up, Mrs. B took a few steps back and started stepping out of her clothes while keeping her eyes fixed on him.

“You sure you can handle this?” she asked. “This ain’t that little-girl pussy you used to.”

“And I ain’t them old-ass limp-dick niggas you used to,” he said with confidence, though in truth he was a little nervous.

He knew that whatever happened right now, he had to hold his own: no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Mrs. B stood butt-ass naked in front of him. His eyes roamed all over her body. She was thick as hell with all the right curves. She was right about one thing: she wasn’t like any young chick he’d ever had. She was all woman.

“Gotdamn, Mrs. B,” he said as he continued to stare at her. Even though he wasn’t really into mixed looking chicks, he had to admit Mrs. B had one of the best bodies he’d ever seen. “All that’s mine?”

“If you can handle it,” she said, smiling at him.

“Bend ova the table,” he instructed.

He walked up on her, sticking two fingers inside of her. She immediately moaned loudly. It was the confidence booster he needed as he grabbed her ponytail with one hand and used the other to aim his dick. Sliding up in her, he couldn’t hold his own moan in this time. She was super wet and tight as hell.

As he slowly moved in and out of her, Mrs. B looked over her shoulder and said, “If you can’t handle it, I’ll understand.”

Hearing her say that, all nervousness, fear, or whatever was holding him back evaporated. “Oh, I can handle it,” he said, and started digging deeper into her.

He had a point to prove now. He wanted to show her that he could not only handle her, but also be the best she’d ever had. He was stroking her up and down and from left to right. Every so often, he’d pull almost all the way out, then thrust into her harder. Her moans grew louder and louder.

“Lay down on the floor,” he said as he pulled out of her.

He was taking full control and she obeyed his every command. Getting down on the ground, he put a leg on each of his shoulders and slid back inside of her. He moved in and out of her slowly at first. He pushed her legs back as far as they could go, leading him into a push-up position.

“Give it to me hard,” she said.

That was all he needed to hear. He started pounding her pussy with force, causing her to yell out all kinds of sounds. That only made him go harder, and they went like that for the next forty-five minutes. They fucked in every possible position with her doing shit to him no chick had ever done.

“Damn, baby, yesssss, yessss, fuck me! Oh my god. Not right there! How you find that spot? Ohh, I’mmmmmm about to cummmmm!” she yelled out.

Those words made him bust inside of her. He fell on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. He rolled onto his back and was shocked when she took him into her mouth again.

“Just wanna make sure I got it all,” she said.

His mind was blown, but he wasn’t sprung. This encounter with Mrs. B was necessary if he was going to get out of there before his full sentence was served.

* * *

For the next couple of days, Mrs. B worked the graveyard shift, 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. Once everyone was asleep, she would get him from his room and they would fuck like rabbits.

“I think I’m falling in love with ya young ass,” Mrs. B said one night as they lay catching their breath.

“Nah, you don’t love me, you just love the pipe game,” DeMarco replied, rubbing on her titties.

“Yeah, I love that part too,” Mrs. B said, and straddled him. “But I am really falling for you.” She was rubbing her pussy on his shaft to get his dick hard again. She was ready for round two.

Sliding down on his dick, Mrs. B planned on going until they couldn’t anymore—this was her last overnight shift for the next two months.

* * *

With each passing day, DeMarco grew more tired of the detention center. He was suffering from a severe case of cabin fever. He hadn’t figured out how he could escape, but it was all he could think about. There was nothing more important to him than returning to the streets. This stay was supposed to rehabilitate him, but it was doing the complete opposite: it would only make him hit the streets even harder than before.

* * *

“Man, I’m tired of this fuckin place,” Lil’ Nicky said as he and DeMarco worked out.

“So bounce then,” DeMarco responded, laughing, and walked out of the room.

“If you’re going outside, go now,” Mrs. B said when she noticed him in the hall.

“I’ll pass, Mrs. B. I’m chillin inside today,” he replied. “I got a couple letters to write that I shoulda written already.”

About fifteen minutes later, Mrs. B was calling DeMarco’s name.

“Ayo, wassup, Mrs. B?” DeMarco said, sticking his head out the door.

She waved him down the hall and DeMarco went to see what she wanted. After a few minutes of talking with her, DeMarco returned to his room.

“Ayo, Lil’ Nicky,” DeMarco said, “you my man, right? I can trust you?”

Sitting up in his bed, Lil’ Nicky looked at DeMarco like he was crazy. “Of course you can trust me. Wassup?”

“I’m about to do something and I need you to hold me down,” DeMarco said.

“Man, I got you.”

“A’ight, I need you to go stand in the rec room and watch out for everybody outside,” DeMarco said. “If you see anybody about to come inside, make mad noise.”

“When?”

“Right now!”

“So you ain’t gon’ tell me what the hell is happenin?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” DeMarco laughed.

Lil’ Nicky shook his head as he headed over to the rec room. DeMarco followed him closely. A few seconds later, he slid through the back door to the staff office where Mrs. B waited for him. When she saw him, she pulled down her sweatpants and bent over right in the middle of the office.

“Now get on ya hands and knees,” DeMarco said. Mrs. B did as told.

Kneeling behind her, DeMarco knew they didn’t have much time, but he had to lick her pretty-ass pussy real quick; he just couldn’t help it. After a few minutes of pleasing her with his tongue, DeMarco slid inside of her from behind, loving the way her pussy gripped his dick.

“What the fuck?” Lil’ Nicky said as he heard moans coming from the staff office. He went around to the door to see what the hell was going on and noticed that it was open a little. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing when he pushed the door a bit. DeMarco was blowing Mrs. B’s back out in the doggy-style position. Creeping away from the door, he returned to the rec room smiling.

I knew that nigga was fucking Mrs. B! Lil’ Nicky thought to himself as he continued to play lookout.