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03 October, 2018

Erotic Fiction Thursdays - The Visitor

When John gets a visitor outside of normal prison visiting hours - he thought that was the strangest thing he'd see all day.

He was wrong.


The Visitor 

  "McConnell!" The guard's voice boomed into the cramped, 9x6 cell.
   "Yeah?"
   "Visitor." The guard looked in the door at him with a smirk. "Let's go, sunshine." He motioned towards the walkway with his baton.
   "Sure." John stood, not knowing who might be visiting him. More concerned that this was not a normal visitation hours for the prison. "Who is it?"
   "Do I look like your fuckin' secretary?" The guard said. "Fuckin' move it before I tell her I couldn't find you." His eyes raised and he cracked a smile. Not at John, but at the woman.
   "Cool." John said. So it was a woman... And apparently an attractive one by the guard's standards.
    Looks and catcalls from the cells as he walked by them and out the door. Instead of turning right and going to the visitor's room, the guard led him to the left. To the private council rooms.
   "Fuck." He whispered. "A fuckin' lawyer." It had to be a lawyer. But his lawyer was Franklin James... a fat fuck from Jersey. And, clearly, not a woman.
   "In." The guard said. He ushered John in and watched him sit and the guard reached out to cuff his hands to the table.
    John could smell the slightest hint of perfume in the air. Not enough to be strong, but enough to give off the scent of money, power, and... sex. It was an unmistakable scent. The scent in the shitty room wasn't the normal defense attorney smell. This was someone who had power and knew how to use that power. But she also knew how to use the fact that she was a woman. John was starting to get nervous at the thought of who this might be.
   "That won't be necessary." Her voice filled the room from where she stood in the dark corner, obscured by the shitty lighting.
   "Beg your pardon, ma'am, but it is."
   "No. It's not." She stepped forward and handed the guard a clipboard. "And you may leave now, officer."
   "I..." His eyes scanned the page, flipped to her, and then back to the page. He looked at John and left.
   "Now." She stepped into the light finally and John saw the first woman he'd seen is 17 months.
    He almost wept at the sheer beauty of the woman before him. She stood at around 6'1" John guessed from his chair. Her body was lean, but covered in the gentle roll of muscles under her clearly expensive clothes. Her green eyes were piercing and her red hair was pulled back and swept up an a perfect collection revealing white skin and red lips. John was in love. Fuck every woman he'd ever seen in his life - this woman was perfect. She grabbed the chair across from him, pulled it back a few feet and took a seat, expertly crossing her legs in the process. Her calves were soft curves of muscle ending in shoes that probably cost more than John's car.
   "Now?" John finally heard himself say. He wasn't sure how long he'd been staring, but he knew when to not look like a moron.
   "Mr. McConnell, I'm not going to fuck around." She said flatly. "I am here to offer you a job."
   "A Job?" John scoffed. "Lady, you may not be aware of this, but I am, in fact, in prison." He looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "For another five years, six month, and twelve day." He smiled.       "Not that I'm counting."
   "What if I told you that I could get you out of here?"
   "Like parole?"
   "No. I mean," She nodded her head to the door. "Through the front door. Tonight."
   "HA!" John actually said the word ha. "That's rich, lady."
   "You are, without a doubt, one of the best thieves we've ever seen."
   "Clearly not." He gestured to his surroundings.
   "Your choice of partners is shit. Yes. But your record, as far as we can tell, is impressive."
   "Well, that's just it." John said leaning forward. "I'm a thief. And I'm in prison for it." He shrugged.    "What can you do about that?"
   "For starters, I can get you out. Get you a clean record." She looked at him and smiled. "And get you a job."
   "What kind of job wants a thief doing eight years?"
   "My employer is putting together a team."
   "Oh, god. You're doing a heist thing? Fuck that."
   "No, Mr. McConnell. This is not a heist thing." She smiled and looked him over. She'd seen his photos, but seeing him person had reaffirmed her assessment. He was handsome with a touch of devious. His hair would need to grow out some, but the prison life had apparently been good to him physically. He was much more toned than in his court photos. "This team would provide you with housing, food, spas, travel, and more." She raised an eyebrow. "Should you choose to accept."
   "How long to I get to think about it?" He leaned back in his chair. "I mean, you've said a lot of crazy shit just now that I'm having trouble processing." He smirked. "How long will you give me to mull these options over, see some paperwork... Fuck, I don't even know your name." He moved his hands in an up and down motion. "You know, shit like that."
   "Mr. McConnell," her expression changed to business. "There is no time to think this over. When I walk out that door, the offer is off the table."
   "That's not a lot of time to consider it. I think I'm going to have to pass."
   "That's too bad." She stood and moved to to the door and he could not take his eyes off of her amazingly toned ass. "I was really hoping to have you." She reached up to knock.
   "What if I say yes?" He blurted. Her hand stopped inches from the door.
   "If you say yes," she turned to face him. "I will get you out of here and your life will change."
   "I..." He stopped and looked around. This had to be some sort of trap, but fuck it. He was here for the next five years. He had nothing better to do. "Fuck it." He said. "I'll do it."
   "That's excellent." She smiled and returned to the table. "You will need to pass a series of tests to be granted admission to the team." She said. "But those will come later." She stood and removed her expensive jacket. "Right now, however." Then she began unbuttoning her shirt. "You're going to fuck me."
   "I am?" He said with a laugh.  "I..."
   "You are." She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. She stood before him with her perfect body, staring holes into him with her emerald green eyes. She wore nothing but a black, silk bra and panties to match. "And if I don't enjoy it, the deal is off."
   "I..." He said again. His erection was already evident through his prison issued scrubs. "Lady, I don't... Is this some sort of game?"
   "My name is Victoria."
   "Victoria, I..."
   "This is no game. So shut up." She said. "In this job you're going to have to perform. Not only your task of thieving, but also in playing roles. Some of those roles will be to act as a convincing love interest for someone or even being a fake escort. Shit. Sometimes you'll just need to fuck someone to prove that you're not wearing a wire. If you can't perform on the spot, then I don't want you." She sat on the table next to him, crossed her legs and smiled wolfishly. He could smell her. He could feel his blood racing through his veins just like on a boosting job. His senses heightened and he could see everything on her body. The small scars on her torso, the almost perfect stitch job from a bullet wound, and... then his eyes ended on her chest.
   "You got it." He said.
   "Good." She uncrossed her legs and set, spread wide for him on the table.
     John's hand reached up and tentatively touched her thigh. 17 months without the touch of another human being, let alone the most beautiful women he'd ever seen and his heart tried to pump its way out of his chest. Victoria closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he reacquainted himself with the human form. He ran his hands back and forth, up and down her thigh. Each movement brought his hand closer to her black panties and he could feel the wet, warmth under the minimal amount of fabric. His heart raced and his eyes traced over her body, taking it all in.
    With one swift movement, his hands grabbed the edges of her panties and he pulled them down the length of her long, white legs and tossed them into the corner. He stopped and admired what he saw. The small tuft of red hair atop the soft pink lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his face. His tongue shot out and buried itself in her. He licked and sucked for what seemed like hours to him while she groaned and moved.
   He pulled back and looked at her face - it was flush with anticipation and lust. He stood and kissed her. While his lips found hers, his hand found the area between her legs and he worked his fingers in and out, feeling her body's reactions. When he pulled away she moaned softly. Her hands found his pants and rubbed his hardened cock. She smiled when she felt the size of him. She slid forward on the table and used her feet to push down on his waistband. He smiled, and abidingly pulled his pants to his ankles.
    He spread her legs with his hands and she guided him into her. She was once again impressed by his size. With a few powerful thrust, her wetness flowed around him and he felt himself nearing the end already... it had been a long time, after all, but he didn't WANT to be done yet.
    He pulled back and dropped to his knees. His tongue pushed its way into her and he grabbed him by his shaggy hair and forced his face deeper into her wet cunt. She guided his head up and down and moaned as he obliged her. He felt her body shudder as he licked and played with her clit, his fingers forcing their way into her. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed her legs and pulled her off the table. As her feet hit the ground he guided her to turn around and he bent her over the table. He entered her from behind, his left hand cupping one her breasts and his right reaching around, rubbing her clit. She gasped as he kissed her neck and his cock pushed in and out repeatedly. Victoria bit off the groan escaping her lips as the forceful thrusts rushed her to orgasm.
    With her hand she reached back and pushed him away from her, turned and dropped to her knees. Her hands came up and wrapped around his massive cock and she stroked him feverishly with both hands as she stared up at him. Finally, lasting far longer than he'd anticipated after his stint in prison, John felt it. He locked his eyes on her's and let himself go, finishing with a warm explosion of cum on her perfect white skin and bright red lips.
    When John calmed his breathing, Victoria licked her lips and stood.
   "You'll do just fine." She cleaned her face with wipes in her small purse. "Get cleaned up. You've got about three minutes."
    "Three minutes for what?"
   "Get cleaned." She demanded. Any sign of arousal or sex was gone. She was back to business. She tossed him a wipe. "You're going to die now."
   "I'm going to what?" He said as he pulled his pants back up.
   "How else am I supposed to get you out of here?"
   "That's fucked up...." His words became difficult to pronounce. "I... d on't li.. ke thi. s."
Everything went black.
   "Welcome to the team, Mr. McConnell."

His eyes opened to bright, unfiltered light. His head ached and his mouth felt like it was full of sand.
    "Oh, you're awake." Came the voice from the corner. It sounded familiar to John, but he couldn't place it.
    "Where..."
    "Relax." The voice said. "You're out now. You're at Hilcrest Manor."
    "I don't know what any of that means." John said with gravel in his throat.
    "It means you passed your first test." The perfectly shaped redhead came into view. Her skin shone in the sun that fell through the large window. "You were... adequate."
    "I..." He stood and looked at the lush furnishings. The large, picture window looked out over rolling waves and a blue ocean. "I..." He said again.
    "You've died, Mr. McConnell." She smiled a perfect smile. "You are now Mr. Tom Redding. And you've been chosen for something special."

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