Page 4 of Justice

Thankfully, Jones had started without her, already enjoying Dee Dee sucking his shriveled balls. He catches Justice as she approaches, thrusting his hips as if he had the stamina to actually fuck someone. She knows what he wants and reaches behind her back, releasing the clasp on her sheer bra.

“Hello, Big Daddy.” The name he prefers nearly makes her choke as the words slide down her tongue and past her lips. Such a contradiction in terms for him, as he is neither. She licks her lips as if to tease him, but as she drops to her knees, he shakes his head and taps his lap.

“I want those tits tonight.”

Swallowing hard, she would rather suck his tiny, old dick for a month than let him near her chest. Jones is a freak and not the good kind. She knows he has more planned than just her letting him motorboat her tits.

Jones snaps his fingers as she slides into place. Tipping her head back, she lets out a whoop while taking her breasts into her hands and jiggling the girls in his face, erecting a smile and, by what is poking her in the thigh, a teeny-tiny hard on.

“Stone,” he calls, waving the fucker over as she dreams of suffocating him between her tits, watching his bony arms flail as the last ounce of oxygen leaves his decrepit body. “Come here, boy. I want you to get in on this.”

Officer Stone plops his fat ass nearly on top of where the two of them sit, the bra from earlier around his fat neck. She can feel Dee Dee’s fingers massaging his balls, occasionally brushing the edge of her G-string. The poor girl is thankfully stoned out of her mind and won't try to go after her pussy unless she is offered another hit.

“Feel this, have you ever felt a fuller tit than this?” Senator pushes her left breast into Stone's hand. His fingers, cold as ice, cause her nipples to pucker and gooseflesh to form on her arms.

“Look at that nipple, ain’t no baby ever sucked these beauties.” Jones moves his head forward taking the left one between his wrinkled lips, sucking hard and then releasing with a pop. “Go ahead, boy, ain’t you ever sucked a girl's titties before?”

Justice see’s the fury form in Stone’s eyes a second before he pushes the old man to the side. She imagines he must have been teased as a child or has a wife at home that beats the hell out of him. Either way, the son of a bitch likes to lash out whenever he feels his manhood is threatened.

“Of course I have, old man.”

Pulling her close, he pulls his lips up over his teeth, the discolored enamel the only warning she has before he sucks in her nipple. Instead of releasing with a pop, he bites down hard enough she swears he has broken the skin.

“Ahh,” she cries out, tossing her head back as if in ecstasy. In her mind, she is thinking how much she will enjoy killing this bastard slowly, making the motherfucker beg as she denies him over and over.

Jones elbows Stone in the ribs, the action causing him to release her breast and stare wide-eyed at him.

“Now go find your own set. I’ve got business to discuss.”

Dejected, Stone complies and rises from his seat, but not before reaching over and tweaking her bleeding nipple once more. Jones ignores the smeared blood as he palms her breast, turning to the man at his left, the dark-haired man who sits with shocked eyes and a decent size rise in his pants.

“Did you get the message from Director Steele?”

Mr. Dark Hair eyes Jones up and then looks to Justice. His unease to discuss the message is evident by his cautious eyes and panic on his face.

“Oh, don’t worry about her. These girls are dumb as dirt, wouldn’t know the difference between a Filibuster and Filet-O-Fish.” Shaking her tits in his hands as he looks up at her. Justice keeps her expression tight. Oh, how the Senator would keel over if he knew she had taken advantage of the online college program offered by the State of Georgia. Not only had she completed her high school education before her incarceration, she’d graduated with honors earning her bachelors in business.

“Yes, Senator. I received the email.”

“Good, destroy what you can and leave the rest up to me. I have a guy over in Boston who can handle Director Steele and his little audit.”

As Jones buries himself back between her tits, Justice makes a note to follow up on what she’s heard.

CHAPTERTHREE

Jolting awake,Justice groaned at the early hour, no matter how late they get back or the amount of come she swallows, she still has to be up at six in the morning. There are no snooze buttons in prison, no hot shower to help her wake up.

She’d grown accustomed to the cries in the night, some of pleasure while others were bathed in pain. However, she doubted she would ever grow immune to the sounds of prison coming to life as the light of a new day broke through the trees.

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, being careful with her right nipple, she stands and takes care of her bathroom needs. Modesty is something she had to surrender at the door as she squats on the toilet in view of anyone who walks by. With a quick wash of her hands and brush of her teeth, she waits in line beside her best friend Molly for breakfast.

“Rough night?” Molly teased, handing her the newspaper she had tucked under her arm.

“Jones was there.” Justice snarled as she took the cup of coffee from the kitchen staff. She and Molly had been roommates since the first day Justice came onto the block. The pair took one look at each other and knew they were born to be friends.

Molly was serving a life sentence for the murder of her husband, a cop with the Atlanta police department. She claimed he was abusing her, but when her repeated pleas for help went unanswered, she took the law into her own hands. She waited until he was asleep and set the house on fire, sitting on the curb and watching as the house, and the husband, went up in flames.

Molly wasn’t pretty enough to be one of the Warden’s Chosen, but her connections in, and outside, of the prison carved her a top spot in the hierarchy of inmates. If there was something someone needed, she was the person to get it. Didn’t matter if it was tampons or double-sided tape, if Molly couldn’t get it, you didn’t need it. And being Molly’s best friend, made climbing to the top of the heap a little easier.

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