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As the gates in the corridor of the Rikers Island correctional facility opened and slammed closed, they were a constant reminder to the inmates that their freedom was no more until the judge banged his gavel. Riker’s Island was known for housing some of the most violent criminals in the city, and at any given time, any one of the many facilities could be in an uproar. To the naked eye, the hallways of the facilities looked impeccable. Unfortunately, underneath the numerous paint jobs and heavy wax buildup on the floors, there had been much bloodshed.

In the past, this ill-fated situation had occurred due to inattentiveness of staff. Most of the correction officers had become complacent and insensitive to the needs of the convicts during their time in jail. They made the job more about themselves, coming to work to socialize and fraternize with their fellow coworkers, as opposed to policing the jails. Female officers pursued the males in hopes of gaining a husband. If all else failed, they opted to become pregnant in order to obtain 17 percent of the male officer’s paycheck.

For the some male COs, their goal was to have sex with as many women as they could. Obviously unaccustomed to the attention that they received from the women employed with DOC, they became caught up in getting themselves trapped with someone else’s leftovers. It was as if they compared themselves to a celebrity of Denzel Washington’s caliber. When these types of personalities meshed, it was never a happy medium. It was more like a soap opera inside of the department, as people gossiped about each other, committed adultery, and stabbed each other in the back for positions and sex partners. All of this caused nothing but strife in an already highly stressed work environment. On the outside looking in, it was completely different world; for the officers that worked there, it was their normalcy.

The corridor was empty as Correction Officer Sierra Howell took the long walk to her post. The heavy Folgers keys dangled from her waist as her childbearing hips swayed from side to side, and a walkie-talkie protruded from the back pocket of her uniform pants.

For some reason, she was feeling a little anxious but couldn’t figure out what her problem was. Although she was blessed to have a great family, a good man, and a career, Sierra had been feeling that there was some trouble looming in the distance. It was as if someone or something was going to try to throw a monkey wrench in her life. Sierra hoped that she was only being paranoid.

Sierra grew up in a Brownsville housing project as the only daughter of Marjorie and Steven Howell. When she was nine years old, her father was killed in a car accident. Even with her father’s untimely death, she was still a model child growing up: very respectful, obedient, and not giving her mother one problem. But as Sierra came into her adolescent years, she began yearning for a father/protector figure.

So at fifteen years old, Sierra began gravitating toward the “bad boys.” To her, they represented masculinity in the highest form. They were the alpha male to Sierra, ready and willing to go to war for the ones they loved. It comforted her to know that her man was there to make her feel safe and protect her from harm. Unfortunately, she continued to have those same beliefs when she became an adult.

Sierra watched as the inmates filed in and out of the cell to retrieve their breakfast trays. She yawned as the monotony began to get to her. She looked at her watch and saw that it was 6:15 a.m. The inmates would eat their breakfast, watch some television, and lock in the cells in the next forty-five minutes. The time couldn’t go fast enough.

It was almost 7:00 a.m. when the feeding was completed. Sierra instructed the inmates that it was time to lock in their cells. After closing the last cell, Sierra sat at the desk and proceeded to make her logbook entries. As she was doing this, she thought about Rasheed. Five North was the very place that their relationship had begun.

Sierra first laid eyes on Inmate Rasheed Gordon in Five North. He was carrying on a conversation with the other inmates and looking like he did not belong there. His looks were what initially caught her attention, and she was immediately physically attracted to the fine specimen of a man. Of course, at that time, Sierra thought that he was just another pretty thug; the Department of Correction had plenty of handsome men being detained in their jails. But after watching him for some time, she noticed that there was a redeeming quality about Rasheed that she just could not place her finger on.

Rasheed was so laid-back and charismatic, it seemed as if he was used to getting what he wanted whenever he wanted it. Most of the inmates gravitated toward him as if he was the most important person in the world, and Sierra couldn’t figure out why.

The curious side of her wanted to know what made him tick, only that was impossible when she knew that she had taken an oath as an officer. Fraternizing with the likes of Rasheed Gordon, or anyone with a book and case number, was off limits.

After a few months of Rasheed being housed in Five North, the sexual tension between them became too much to bear. Sierra held her composure as the charming prisoner persisted. It became increasingly hard for her to resist him. When it was time for his release, Sierra couldn’t resist the urge to feel his lips on hers. She gave him a passionate kiss right inside of his cell before he was released to go home. Rasheed was taken aback by the gesture, but little did she know she had opened Pandora’s Box. She had given him all rights to pursue her aggressively. Through a mutual friend, they linked up when he came home, and the rest was history.

Sierra never thought that she would put her profession on the line for love. She didn’t think that she could possibly be “desperate” enough to deal with a former inmate. Not only did she have a rendezvous with Rasheed, but she had a baby with him as well, something that she hadn’t planned. Did she regret having her baby? No, she did not. But Sierra knew that it was no excuse for her unprofessional behavior. Never in a million years would she suggest that a correction officer, a man or a woman, have an affair with someone who was in DOC custody.

At one time, Sierra wanted to believe that Rasheed was the best man for her. He was fiercely protective and that was something that she loved about him. She had tried to convince herself that everyone made mistakes, and even a thug like Rasheed could change with a good woman by his side. She was wrong.

Rasheed painted a blissful picture of perfection and she believed in him. She believed all of it. Actually, he turned out to be a manipulative control freak when it came to her and stopped at nothing to get what he wanted. When things didn’t go his way, that temperamental, controlling Rasheed always managed to resurface. This was when Sierra noticed the disturbing similarities to the men she had to babysit every day. Rasheed would probably never be able to understand that the decision Sierra made to end their relationship was not about her; it was about Messiah.

Messiah deserved to have a decent male role model in his life, and Lamont Simmons was that and more. He was an assistant deputy warden, had worked for the Department of Correction for almost twenty years and, of course, was a great provider for their family. Part of that equation was Trey, Lamont’s only son. Sierra smiled thinking about how much she loved her family, and she wasn’t going to allow anyone or anything to ruin it. Not even Rasheed.

Later that day, during her meal break, Sierra decided to visit her fiancé in his office. Lamont was the tour commander for the facility, and the captains of the jail would report to him first whenever he was on duty. He would then give a report to the deputy warden and warden on what was going in the facility. Sierra was proud of Lamont’s accomplishments, considering he had come a long way from being the neurotic jerk he used to be as a captain.

Lamont’s office was located inside of the control room, much to Sierra’s dismay. Every time she went to see him, Sierra got the nasty looks of disapproval from the control room staff, but she didn’t care. A lot of correction officers, especially the women, talked about Sierra behind her back, giving her a full visual of how bland their lives probably were if they had to focus on her. They had their noses in the air, some of them forgetting that before they were hired by the Department of Correction, they were once welfare recipients or flipping burgers at McDonald’s.

One of the things that gave her great satisfaction was that she had carte blanche to one of the most attractive men in the facility. It was all the ammunition Sierra needed to keep female officers hating on her.

When Sierra arrived at the control room, she knocked on the window and watched as an officer with an attitude reluctantly let her inside. Sierra looked the woman up and down with a smirk on her face, and walked straight to Lamont’s office. Out of respect for his privacy, she did their secret knock, and he told her to come right in. Sierra walked in and locked the office door behind her.

“Hey, beautiful,” Lamont said, looking shockingly handsome in his white shirt and top-model smile. She walked over and gave him a kiss on the lips. Sierra was about to pull away when Lamont pulled her back, this time putting his tongue down her throat. Sierra gladly reciprocated. After a few moments, they finally came up for air.

Sierra wiped the lip gloss off Lamont’s mouth. “Damn. What was that for?” she asked.

Lamont smiled. “I don’t know. I feel extra horny today. Can I have you?”

Sierra chuckled. “You want me right here? Right now?”

“Yeah, why not? Is there a problem with that?”

“I guess not. It’s not like you’re not accustomed to havin’ sex on the job.”

“Please don’t start that shit, Sierra. Why do you always throw that in my face? That was like forever ago.”

“It wasn’t forever ago and it was with your half sister,” Sierra replied, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, so Monique is my half sister. I didn’t find out that she was my half sister until after we had sex! You know this already!”

“What a way to meet!” Sierra sighed.

Lamont shook his head. “As I said, it was my half sister, who I’d never met or ever discussed until after we had relations with each other. That was a chance meeting.” Lamont sucked his teeth. “Can I get some lovin’ or what, Si? You’re blowin’ my high right now with all this ‘I had sex with my sister’ talk!”

Sierra smiled seductively while Lamont watched her drop her uniform pants to the floor. Sierra stood there in her panties and licked her lips as she watched his erection protrude through his pants.

“Ready for me, baby?” he asked with a smirk.

Sierra gave Lamont the “come hither” look. She turned around with her behind facing him, and pulled off her lacy underwear. As she bent over, she put her right leg on the desk. Lamont was able to see her ass cheeks spread, exposing her fat pussy lips from the back. He was immediately turned on. He pulled his rod out of his pants and began rubbing himself.

“Wow, now you know that gets my dick so hard, Si.”

Sierra turned her head around with her ass still spread wide open. She held one cheek open, this time exposing the pinkness of her sugar walls.

“So what are you waitin’ for, baby? Come and get this.”

Lamont looked at the door nervously. “Did you lock the door?” he asked.

“Of course I did, Lamont! Come on and get some of this good-good so that I can go to my post, baby! Hurry up before an alarm goes off!” Sierra ordered with an anxious look on her face.

Hopefully, an alarm in the jail wouldn’t go off. This would only mean that there was an inmate disturbance somewhere in the facility or officer needed assistance. As an assistant deputy warden, Lamont would have to respond to the response area to make sure everything went smoothly. This meant that Lamont and Sierra would have to make it quick. This would only make their interlude even more exciting.

Lamont walked over to Sierra and kneeled down on the floor. He submerged his face into her sweetsmelling pussy and began sucking on it from the back. Sierra kept her mouth closed in an attempt to keep from screaming with pleasure, as Lamont’s expert tongue lapped up her juices. He tickled her clitoris and licked her asshole with his tongue, while Sierra wriggled in delight. He grabbed her ass cheeks and opened them wide enough so that he could get to every nook and cranny of her vagina and the crack of her ass.

“You taste so good, baby,” Lamont whispered, breathless from the adrenaline flowing through his chiseled body. He then stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. Grabbing Sierra by her long hair and slightly pulling her head back, he inserted his oversized penis inside of her. Lamont moaned and began stroking it real slow while he massaged her clit. Their bodies moved simultaneously, with Sierra tightening up her vaginal muscles around his thick rod. Lamont grabbed her small waist and shoved himself deeper inside of her. They both were in ecstasy, totally oblivious to their surroundings.

“Ooh, fuck me harder, baby,” Sierra moaned softly.

“I love this dick, you know that?”

“I know, baby, I know,” Lamont replied. “And my pussy isn’t going’ nowhere!”

Lamont ground Sierra’s pussy and she threw it back with a vengeance. The only thing that could be heard in the office was the ornery voices on the walkie-talkie and Sierra’s wet pussy making gushy noises. Lamont began to get more excited and Sierra felt as if she was about to explode. He watched as his rod went in and out of Sierra’s hot box. It was glistening from her juices. They managed to continue with their sexual interlude for at least fifteen minutes. They both felt the pleasure mounting.

“Baby, cum in me, please,” she whispered. Lamont leaned over and began kissing the back of her neck. He knew that it was Sierra’s hot spot. “Oh, oh, Lamont, I’m cummin’, oh, I’m cummin’,” Sierra whispered.

Lamont covered Sierra’s mouth as he pushed deeper. Suddenly, Lamont’s body began to jerk as he ejaculated inside of her. Sierra fell against the desk, with Lamont resting his body weight on her, spent from the quickie. After a few seconds of trying to catch their breath, they finally gathered up enough strength to clean themselves up. Lamont handed Sierra some baby wipes he kept stored in his desk drawer. After they were fully dressed, he collapsed into the recliner chair and Sierra sat on his lap. She kissed him on the forehead.

“I love you, you know that?” she said, gazing into his eyes.

He smiled, displaying his pearly whites. “I know you do, baby girl. I love you, too.”

Sierra sighed and stood up. She wrapped her tousled hair into a ponytail. “I have to go to my post now smellin’ like hot sex on a platter. They need to have a shower in this office.” Lamont agreed. “Look, I’m cookin’ tonight. What did you want to eat for dinner?”

Lamont shrugged. “Cook whatever you want, baby. I got to stay here tonight for the three-to-eleven shift. I won’t be home until later on tonight.”

Sierra sulked. “I don’t like this new position, Lamont. You’ve been doin’ too much overtime lately.”

“Well, when I got promoted, you knew this is what this position entailed. It was no secret.”

“Yeah, okay, I just hope that… Forget it,” Sierra began with a sad look on her face.

“Hope what?”

“I just hope that you’re really doin’ the overtime.”

Lamont stood up with his six-foot-plus frame towering over Sierra. She was only five feet two in height.

“Now why would you think that I’m lyin’ about overtime, Sierra? You don’t trust me now?”

Sierra shrugged, and sucked her teeth. “I do, but—” Sierra replied.

Lamont cut her off. “That’s real fucked up, Sierra! After all we’ve been through, you have the nerve to ask me am I really doin’ overtime? What about all the times that you snuck Messiah to see his father?”

“Now where the hell is that comin’ from?”

“It’s comin’ from your insecurities, that’s where!”

“My insecurities? I don’t have any insecurities!”

“Yes, you do! First of all, you’re always throwin’ Monique in my face when I already told you that after I found out that she was my half sister, I was disgusted with myself for havin’ sex with her. After all that you come in here talkin’ that mess about how I fucked her in the control room! I let it go, so why can’t you?”

“I’m not gonna argue with you, Lamont. Just be where the hell you say you’re gonna be and we won’t have a problem. It isn’t like we never had a problem with you lyin’ to me before!”

“There you go again!” Lamont walked to the door.

“Just go to your post, Si, because this is not the time or place to be arguin’, okay? I’ll see you when I get home.”

“It’s not the time or place to argue but it’s the time and place to fuck me, huh?”

Sierra folded her arm across her breasts and pouted. She didn’t want to leave the office on bad terms with her sweetheart.

“I’m sorry, Lamont,” she said, and tried to hug him. Lamont’s body stiffened up.

“Yeah, all right. Just go back to your post, Sierra. I’ll talk to you later.”

Lamont opened the door for her and she walked out. Sierra turned around to say something else, but he closed the door in her face.