it was a     trumped up drug charge     that landed her here.    it had been    taken far out of    context;      &&     further charges had been     brought against her.    it was all      bullshit.     of course everyone was     ‘innocent’     in this world.     &&     she knew that    whether she was believed in     this place     was not of     importance.     she found ways of    entertaining her otherwise    preoccupied mind.    it all began with the     wandering eyes of a    guard.   of course she wanted to     take advantage of the    fact that he    clearly  had nothing    better to do than    stare at girls    parts.    she’d caught him staring    at her breasts more than once.    it should have disgusted her       --     but it didn’t. instead it    fascinated her.  she wanted to see this man    stare at her more.    although prison clothes were not at all flattering she     did what she could to     work with it.    wearing her hair about her shoulders,    lifting her shirt just slightly     at various points to     reorganize herself;    but really to give him a peep at her flat;     toned belly.    she was proud of the weight loss since she had    been locked away.          she exercised frequently.    basking in the beauty of it all. but there was one     thing she still craved;     sex.    ever since high school she    kept realizing that she had urges,     sexual urges.   sometimes they manifested    in the worst possible ways.     currently it was while     she was standing just outside the cafeteria,    recognizing the guard she gave him a mischievous     smile,     &&    a wave,     before she began     fidgeting with her shirt.    she couldn’t leave    well enough alone.     he was handsome      &&      she noticed.

❛ oh  shit  really  ?  don’t  you  want  to  make  sure   i’ll  be  satisfied  with  my  purchase  ?  how  else will  i  know  before  buying  it ? ❜

( ✉ : amy : open starter )

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WAITING OUTSIDE THE DOOR , Bruno hoped he would not be stood up or lied to. He had a feeling she was a good girl, she seemed kind enough and sweet, and that kiss was more than enough to convince a teenage boy to go out with a girl regardless of how innocent- it was enough. 

He slid his bag down off his shoulder and took a seat on the bench just outside the exit. His phone was removed from his pocket and he checked his messages, alerts, and so on and so forth. I should have gotten her number first, God damn it. he thought, but too little too late.

fingers    barely    grip            a    glass   of    bourbon    as    she    curls    her    shapely    frame    into    the    seat    across    from    him.               expression    neutral          &          body    unmoving.                “dolores.”               he   speaks.            emotionless.               facade    perfectly    packaged    beneath    a    tailored         ,        italian    suit.               “to    what    do    i    owe    the    pleasure.”