"Oh, what a horror! "Jackie grumbled, laughing. "I think Jo is my favorite sister because she always has a little time to talk to me. She doesn't treat me like a child, she doesn't belittle me like certain people "she threw a sharp look in Jessy's direction. "And it still has the most beautiful heart I've ever known in my entire life. I know I will never fall in love at first sight with anyone other than my own sister. And I'm not getting paid to say that.”"Everyone knows that Jo is paying for you to flatter her," said Jessy, rolling her eyes. Our sisters laughed, but they didn't deny it. My older sister took my hand, sliding her little fingers lightly. "They're right that you're really always here for us, Jo. Not only because your job is precisely to defend us from every shit we get involved in, although the media barely knows that it is you who causes most of the shit and needs to solve it yourself, like that time at the nightclub, when you assaulted a girl for no reason.”"She ste
I haven’t heard from Joana for a week.Hazz was my brother, and I would love him until the end of time, but the guy was a beautiful son of a bitch. He visited me only once to talk about Joana's condition and that she would already be home, but he didn't come back to say anything else. I was in the dark for a week. I didn't receive any call, no letter, not even a smoke signal. And the worst problem is that my head only knew how to think about Joana.I slept thinking about her, I woke up thinking about her, and there was nothing in the world that made me more anxious than the visiting hours. But during that one week, I didn’t get any news from anyone. The peace I had sealed with Hazz began to break again at that moment. I knew that the crazy guy worked in two jobs, had a college, and now a girlfriend who, being Joana's sister, should be a hottie who needed all the attention in the world.But he was my brother. He had said that he regretted not being present at that worst moment of mine.
I got tense at the same time. The sound was nothing like the screams of the men I had gotten so used to hearing. It was feminine. I really scream with dread. And it wasn't once. From the sound that accompanied that scream, someone would be getting beaten up. I didn't realize I was standing until I opened my half-open cell and left. The guards were too busy with a particular call girl to notice, but I swered around the cells, looking for the sound.I found none other than P2. The most despicable gang leader in that entire jail. A woman was lying in front of him. Naked, with his face bleeding, and he was standing, with his hands closed in his fists. P2 was smaller than me. Thinner, but he was also bald and with a frown on his face that could only indicate difficult years. I went into the cell. He was alone with the girl. Of course. Gang leaders were always alone to commit their atrocities in peace."I want her in my cell," I said in a firm tone."She's busy," said P2, without being shak
"Not really," she said, leaning her head on the wall. "Some of my co-workers were also killed in a mysterious and complicated way. All call girls know that it's a problem to get involved with men with money. Some have that dumb hope that they will get pregnant and will be able to live happily ever after in a comfortable and warm place. These friends of mine got pregnant, they thought they would live on some fat pension, but they ended up dying. One of them was never found, so there is only my version that she always told me about the rich man she was relating to. He was married, and had no daughters with his wife, it was obvious that he would not want a definitive bond with a whore. She was too naive.”"Or the people around her who were bad enough" I spoke with a movement of my shoulders. "For a long time I judged your profession, you know? I thought it was very easy to lie down and spread your legs, in this kind of sexist thinking that we are all taught to learn. But long before I wa
In the middle of the night, while I was watching a dull romance movie, my thoughts were directed to Pablo. Exactly out of nowhere.Jessy didn't tell me any information about my client, considering that Hazz didn't make a point of keeping her informed either. I didn't understand where the relationship of the two brothers was, but I had a slight suspicion that they wouldn't get over that raid anytime soon. And I began to think that the stubborn and proud side should be a family thing, because it was the only reason for neither of them to give in and simply apologize.As I looked at the big television screen in my room, pretending to watch the boring movie, I found myself thinking how much more comfortable it would be for my forced rest if Pablo were one of the inmates who stole cell phones to scam other people. At least we would be able to know if the other was okay, or do more than that.I was bored, away from work, and with a lot of energy to spend. So, it wasn't fair to judge me by m
Little by little, I got used to the scene, finding it funny how much the woman pretended to be drugged, but at the same time reacting to everything and even smiling for malice. I pushed my covers away and started walking my hands around my body. In the absence of Pablo, I would have to manage on my own. I was a pervert, I knew that. Much more than perverted. But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that?The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.The feeling of heat immediately arose, from the tips of my toes to my scalp. To the rhythm of the m
After the day I took the prostitute out of the P2 cell, things got a little uncomfortable.That great respect that everyone had for me, now was nothing more than cautious and frightened looks. No one had the same courage to clash with the worst of gang leaders. No one ever wanted to get into trouble with a man who could bribe anyone to kill us without raising suspicion. But of course I had to be the lucky one to get involved with that. And a single night when I entered the P2 cell to prevent him from beating a woman, it was enough to cause chaos.At lunchtime, I still had some peace because he was never awake to piss off. But at dinner, the man did everything to provoke me. There was one night in particular when he even sat in the chair closest to my desk, and I knew he would be willing to push me to the limit."It's just that not all of us have the chance to fuck the lawyer," said P2, eating her dinner with tranquility. "So, not all of us will have the same chances to get out of this
" But also with those big tits, who resists? "He made fun of P2 out loud, laughing. "The handsome guy messed me with the whore last night, so I was wondering: Why does he bother to eat a slut, if he's eating first-rate meat with the rich whale? Yeah, I think so. I spent the whole night thinking about the idea and I didn't come to any conclusion. If it were me, if I had that whole plane available, I wouldn't have the dick in my pants anymore. I would put it in it on every visit, especially the intimate ones. But there are people who don't know how to enjoy it, and still keep interrupting other people's fucks. That's what I say, friends, this prison is full of fags and closeted fags. Holy shit. I can't stand so many males around anymore. I would give anything to eat that rich pussy. Who knows someday?”"Calm down," asked Ramirez, desperate. He noticed that the fork broke in my hand. I broke a fucking metal fork thicker than usual. "Pablo, stay calm, don't listen. He's doing it on purpos