The Prison Deal (Husband Emasculation/Interracial Erotica) E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

George is the warden of a struggling prison. He needs more funding, not just for himself but for the prison to function the way he wants it. Luck comes his way as a high profile white collar criminal heads towards his particular prison, and the mayor gives George a deal. If he can keep the newcomer safe and sound, the prison will easily be able to get all the funding it needs, and he gets the raise he's been asking for. When his wife comes to visit, George let's her know and unfortunately, it's overheard by a disgruntled prison guard.

As he's meeting with a prisoner, the disgruntled guard angrily let's the warden know of what he overheard and leaves in a huff. The prisoner, Daryl, uses this as leverage. He offers the warden a deal; he and his crew will protect the white collar criminal in exchange for a favorable parole hearing and... a conjugal visit. But it's not just anyone, he wants a visit from George's Christian, conservative wife. With his back against the wall, and after speaking with his wife, he takes Daryl's deal. As Daryl meets with George's wife, he takes her on quite the journey in George's own office. Does George end up regretting his decision to take on this Prison Deal?

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The Prison Deal

By Trevon Carter

Table of Contents

Title Page

The Prison Deal (Husband Emasculation/Interracial Erotica)

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George looked around staring at the listing of new prisoners headed his way.  He sighed as he looked down the list.  He was a prison warden, one of the nation’s nastiest, dangerous, and downright rotten men were brought to his prison.

He didn’t particularly like his job, though it paid decently well.  The only problem was that with the recent budget cuts, not only were the prisoners getting restless but so were the guards.  With recent layoffs and pay freezes, nobody was happy about the situation.

As he looked at the list of names, he could immediately tell which ones were going to be black.  He sneered and shook his head, tired at the number of black men coming into his prison.  George was from the South, the Deep South, and grew up with a bit of racism within him.

His ancestors owned a plantation, and were among the last people to let their slaves free.  His parents were definitely racists, and even suggested that he quit working as a warden to get the stench of the niggers off of him.

“Hey boss,” one of the guards greeted.

“Hey Tom.  What’s up?”

“So... my fiancé wants to take a little trip this weekend and uh... you know, I think I’m scheduled to work this weekend and uh...”  Tom scratched the back of his head.

George knew what Tom was going to ask for, and unfortunately, George knew what his answer was going to be.  There was no way he was going to be able to replace Tom with another guard.  Everyone was already working their maximum allotted number of hours.

“And?”  George asked.

“So uh... I was wondering if I could take this weekend off.  I promise I can take on the other ones, it’s just that this weekend is kind of special,” Tom requested.

George sighed and placed a hand on his chin.  “Tom, you know I can’t just pull you off like that.  You need to request this type of stuff early.”

“I know boss, but you know, it just uh... just kind of happened,” Tom replied.

“Tom, you’re making this really difficult.”

“Sorry boss.  Look, I talked with Jim and he said he could take my shift,” Tom answered.

“Jim can’t take your shift, if he takes your shift he has to get paid overtime.  We don’t have the budget to pay overtime,” George balked.

“Well, you know, he and I agreed that he won’t take the extra pay.  Just note it as if I was here.  And uh... I’ll take his shift next week and you do the same,” Tom suggested.

“You’re asking me to lie on federal government papers Tom.  Do you really think that would be a wise decision for me?”  George asked.

“Well, I mean, I don’t really ask for much and...”

“I’m sorry Tom, there’s really nothing much I can do for you this week.  You have to let me know ahead of time so I can reschedule you.  I mean, I could get you out for next weekend,” George offered.

“But this weekend is the important one.”

“What is this weekend?”

“It’s our anniversary.  Since we got engaged.”

“An engagement anniversary?  Really?  Isn’t that marriage at that point?”  George asked.

George was a very conservative, traditional white man.  After becoming a prison warden, he met a nice young blonde woman while in church and after a couple of dates asked her to marry him.  There was a bit of an age gap between the two, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Boss, I ain’t getting married right off the bat like you did.  I really need to get to know her before it’s a done deal,” Tom replied.

“Well, I’m really sorry Tom, there’s nothing I can really do here,” George replied, standing his ground.

“Damn boss, really?  How long have I been here man?  This is fucking ridiculous!”  Tom shouted.

“Tom, don’t make me put you on suspension.”

“Shit, I might as well get suspended.  At least I get this weekend off,” Tom replied angrily.

“Suspension without pay unfortunately,” George threatened.

“Fuck man, come on boss!”  Tom pleaded.

“I’m sorry Tom, regulation is regulation,” George replied.

“Fuck these regulations.  Fine, whatever.  Fuck.”  Tom said as he stormed off.

George sighed, placing his hand on his forehead.  He didn’t want to treat them like cogs in a machine but he had to.  Any leeway would show that he was willing to let people get what they want.

“Boss,” another guard jogged up to him.

“Oh God, what now,” George whispered.

“You’re needed back in your office.  You just got a call from the mayor,” the guard informed.

“The mayor?  What in the hell?”

George jogged towards his office, his large belly bouncing as he huffed and puffed his way back to his office.  He was extremely out of shape, though, back when he was younger, he did do some amateur wrestling.  He plopped down on his comfortable leather chair, breathing heavily as he did so.

After a few more minutes of trying to calm himself, he grabbed his phone and dug around on his office to find the mayor’s number.  He grabbed a ripped piece of paper and squinted as he dialed the number on his old black rotary phone.

He waited, the phone ringing several times.  After a few more rings a woman’s voice answered.

“Mayor’s office, whom am I speaking with?”  The voice asked.

“Hey Theresa.  It’s me, George.  I hear Frank called?”

“Yes he did sir.  One moment please, I’ll get him on the phone,” Theresa responded.

After some silence, the phone clicked and George straightened up.

“George?”

“Frank, what’s going on?”

“George, it’s good to hear your voice.  You’re going to really like this piece of news.  Have you looked at the list of new guys headed your way?”  The mayor asked.

“Yeah, jeez Frank, the number of negroes coming through is just getting ridiculous.  We aren’t going to have the budget to keep them all in,” George replied.

“I know, I know, but what can I do?  There’s too many of them on my streets with their drugs and their little shootouts.  Fucking never should have freed them I tell you,” Frank said.

George smiled.  Frank was an old friend of his, though he was more of a mentor.  A former police officer, he was also from the Deep South and he had a huge scalding hatred for black people.  It was amazing that he was able to be elected in a predominantly black neighborhood.  His advisors were absolute rock stars to get him to become mayor.

“But that’s now what I’m calling about,” Frank added.

“Yeah?  Then what are you calling about?”  George asked.

“In that list, you should be seeing a pretty familiar name.  Jon Rapport.”

“Who?”

“Oh come on George.  You don’t read the papers?  Jon Rapport.  The Jon Rapport.”

“Sorry Frank, just repeating his name isn’t going to do much for me,” George fired back.

“Fuck!  The Don.  Don Jon Rapport, the man with the rapport or whatever the fuck he always says,” Frank shouted impatiently.

“Don Jon?  The guy who defrauded like millions of dollars or whatever?”

“Yes!  Thank God you know something.  Fucking Christ on a stick George.”

“Look Frank, reading papers is like the last thing on my mind.  You cut my fucking budget nearly in half, you know how many fires I’m putting out here?  Shit, I even got a pay cut,” George complained.

“Well George, this is your lucky fucking break.  Don Jon is going to your prison.  You keep him nice and safe.”

“What?  Are you going to interrogate him to get some money or something?”

“Oh hell no.  I need him to be safe so I look like a fucking saint.  No one else wanted to take him.  You know who he defrauded?  Some of the most powerful men in the country George.  I’m sure they can get some connections running and have Jon shanked or whatever the fuck you call it within a week,” Frank informed.

“Yeah, well maybe he deserves it.”

“Don’t be fucking stupid George.  If he dies or gets injured, it’s not just my head on the line, it’s your head too.  I sold your prison as one of the safest in the nation.  You know how much of a fucking idiot I’m going to look like if it turns out it’s not true?  And you think I’m going to go down alone?”  Frank questioned with a bit of an edge to his voice.

“Frank, come on now.  We go way back.  Don’t you go trying to get all angry at me.  Don’t try to threaten me,” George responded.

“I know we go back George, which is why I’m giving you this opportunity.  You keep him safe and I can get you whatever the fuck budget you need.”

“Whatever budget I need huh?  You mean that?  Even my pay raise that I requested?”  George inquired.

“Pay raise?  Fuck your pay raise, you’re going to get that with a fucking bonus George!  Are you seeing the big picture here?”

George’s eyes lit up at the thought of more money.  He instinctively licked his lips in anticipation.

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