“So, tell me already,” I urged.
Vance laughed. “You’re gonna be mad.”
“I assure you that I don’t give a flying f**k what you do, Vance,” I snarled.
“I was there because they have the best chicks. They’ll blow your mind.”
He scooted closer to me on the cot, his arousal apparent in the prison jumpsuit. I swallowed back bile and rejected my impulse to get away from him. I didn’t move away but I didn’t encourage him, either.
“Tell me more about these chicks, Vance.”
“Promise you won’t get jealous?” he asked drunkenly.
I rolled my eyes. “No jealousy. Just tell me.” Was he always this obnoxious?
“There are the normal ones. They’re alright but pretty vanilla. The handler promises submissive and dominant pleasures, but that’s just so boring.” He feigned a yawn.
The handler must have been
