Greed the 3rd Deadly Sin KINDLE

by Noire

  “Are you having thoughts of suicide?”

  “No.”

  “Do you feel like hurting yourself or anyone else?”

  I stared at her. Damn straight I wanted to hurt some fuckin’ body. Rita! But if I told this chick how I really felt she would send the people in the white coats to get me. Instead, I told her about the shady way my arrest had gone down.

  “I don’t think they did me right,” I said.

  “Who?”

  “The cops who arrested me.”

  “Did they abuse you, physically, emotionally, sexually, or otherwise?”

  “No, but I never even went to a precinct. They brought me straight here from the airport. They didn’t even read me my rights.”

  She sighed, and I saw a little smirk on her lips.

  She thought I was mental.

  “Our officers are professional. Every inmate they arrest is read their Miranda rights. That’s the law.”

  “Well, they didn’t read me mine. I never got to make a phone call neither.”

  The smirk grew bigger as she scribbled something in my chart.

  “And, nobody asked me if I wanted a lawyer.”

  She put her pen down and folded her hands on her desk. She shook her head and her Black Diamond hairweave moved like feathers below her jaw line.

  “So, your complaint is that you were arrested without being read your rights, you were refused a telephone call and denied access to legal counsel?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “And I came in here with two-hundred grand in cash on me too.”

  Now she really smirked. This chick was used to dealing with drug addicted, mentally ill inmates who worked the system and lied and boosted for a living. She gave me the bitch-you-are-deranged look, and let out a big sigh.

  “I’ll be sure to annotate all that in your chart,” she said, waving me off and beckoning to the chick behind me. “Next!”

  As the day went on I noticed there was a big difference between how the male COs treated us and how the females did. Mostly all of us were either Black or Puerto Rican, including the guards. The male officers in here were just like men everywhere. The only difference was they wore a uniform and a badge, and were paid to keep us in check.

  But they were still doggish. They stared at our asses and our breasts, and the look in their eyes was the same universal look you could find in any man’s eyes if he wanted to fuck you.

  The female guards were special though. These chicks were steady flossing and flouncing. Letting the inmates know without a doubt that they had it all over us, and that free pussy trumped jailhouse pussy seven days a week.

  I didn’t give it no energy. I just kept my mouth closed and did whatever they told me to do because I wasn’t trying to get yelled at by none of these power-tripping tricks and get thrown in the hole.

  But what I was trying to do was figure out a way to get the hell out of here. Even with my tiny bit of jailhouse knowledge I knew something wasn’t right about the way things had gone down. And it wasn’t just about Rita and the way she got me knocked, neither.

  The CO who brought me in had told me it would be a couple of weeks until I went before the judge. I was so torn down that I’d lose my mind if I had to stay locked up in here for that long. Weeks were definitely out of the question. I couldn’t see myself handling this shit for too much longer. Not even for another day.

  CHAPTER 10

  Chiney Jackson was getting her lower-lips glossed. The cum-slick face of her jailhouse lover was buried deeply between her thighs, and Chiney shuddered with pleasure as her engorged clit was tongued with hot passion.

  “Just like that,” Chiney whispered as she threw her head back and rotated her pussy all over the girl’s wet mug. They were in a corner of their cell and she was standing with her back pressed against one wall, and her leg propped up on the wall opposite her. They had skipped their shower so Chiney could get her a little quickie, but this bitch ate pussy so good Chiney didn’t ever want it to end.

  Her lover slipped her middle finger deep into Chiney’s twat. Chiney reached down and pushed her hand away. She was the type of stud who didn’t require penetration in order to cum. She preferred to have her top done, her knob slobbed, her mannish lil dick sucked.

  Chiney pushed down on the girl’s head and humped. Her juices were leaking everywhere. The girl gulped and slurped, trying to catch every drop of nookie nectar Chiney released, shivering as it spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin.

  “Ahhh, shittttt….” Chiney hissed between her clenched teeth as she rotated on the girl’s twirling tongue and gently pulled on her own nipples. “You lick that shit so damn good…”

  She felt a nut sparking off deep inside her pussy and her face grew flushed. Beads of sweat formed on her breasts, and soft mewing sounds fell from her slack lips. Chiney was in pussy paradise. She was an extreme squirter, and if her bitch kept it up she was gonna get a load of hot cum shot down her throat.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, urging the girl to lick her out faster. “Oh, yeah….baby please don’t stop!” And to Chiney’s delight, the girl didn’t.

  $$$$$

  Like I said, I couldn’t see myself riding out another day in jail, but I did. I already felt like I had lost about five pounds. Most of the food was too damn nasty to eat, and I was scared all the stress was gonna make my period come down.

  I had only been behind bars for a hot minute when the wolves decided to make a move on me. I still hadn’t accepted the hard bed, the scratchy blanket, or the white porcelain toilet bowl that sat all out in the middle of the floor, and those open showers were too damn much for me too.

  Most of the women were just trying to wash up and get clean and they kept their focus on doing that, but there were some man-looking predators who stood around licking their lips as they schemed on our soaped-up goodies.

  I didn’t have any money on my commissary account so I had to work with the hygiene items that the jailers gave me. Shampoo was out of the question, and one night while I was standing under the shower spray rubbing a rough bar of soap through my hair I noticed it had gotten real quiet all of a sudden.

  I wiped at my eyes, then opened them up real quick. Almost all the other girls had gotten the hell up out the door.

  I froze as this tall, dude-looking chick walked up on me butt naked. She was cinnamon brown with chiseled thighs, high titties, and a six-pack stomach. I knew from the swagger in her approach that there could be no mistaking her purpose. She was a straight-up stalker, and my heart started pounding. I had heard plenty of Big Bertha jailhouse stories about screaming chicks getting held down in the bathroom while some dyke got up in that coochie.

  The girl coming toward me was real butch too. She stood over six feet, had muscles out the ass, and she wore her hair cut real low like a lot of stud females were doing these days.

  I got ready to fight as she stepped up close. I didn’t know what her first move was gonna be but she wasn’t getting none of my pussy, I knew that much for sure.

  I tried to cover my titties and my coochie as the mannish looking chick looked me up and down.

  “What’s your name, pretty girl?” she asked smiling at me with her wolf-ass teeth. I remembered my friend Dicey telling me that the only way she had survived in prison was by demanding her respect. So I grilled that butch right back and hoped my bark was bigger than her bite.

  “Don’t worry about my fuckin’ name,” I spit, swelling up and bracing my hands on my naked hips.

  She had me stretched out on my back in two seconds flat. She pinned me to the wet shower floor and started feeling me up. Her hands slid all over my soapy skin. Her strong legs had me on lock.

  “Get the fuck offa me!” I screamed as loud as I could. I fought like she was trying to kill me.

  But she was laughing her ass off. Cracking the hell up. With her rock-hard forearm braced across my throat, she squeezed my left titty then giggled and dug her fingers up under my arm trying to tickle
me.

  “Bitch!” I screamed, twisting and bucking my body from side to side. “Let me go!”

  We were like two soapy sumo wrestlers, arms and legs everywhere. Just like a dude, she forced my legs apart with one knee. Then she clamped my arm up above my head, and slid her hand down my stomach and thrust her middle finger deep into my pussy.

  “Get off!” I snapped my knees together and bucked so hard everything except my head left the floor. “Get the fuck off!”

  I started swinging wild killer blows at her. I punched her in her head about ten times, and all that bitch did was giggle. She was humping the hell out of my thigh, too. In fact, the harder I fought, the funnier that shit got to her. Grinding her wet pussy all over my leg, she grabbed at every part of me she could get hold of. I kicked at her and pulled my knees up to my chest and she reached down and dug in my stuff. I yelped and straightened my legs and she gripped my ass cheek and licked my nipple.

  I started crying then. It was obvious that she wasn’t really trying to fuck me, but both of us knew she could have if she really wanted to.

  In a desperate move I lunged up and bit into her shoulder. That heffah leaned down and bit me right back. I screamed and we got to tussling again. She was straight tearing me up. Every time I thought I had some wins she used her muscled up arms and pinned me back down, then tickled my sides and tried to get her fingers up inside my pussy again.

  “Help!” I cried out over and over again. “Help!” I was worn out and getting weaker, but she was still cock-strong and laughing. The skin on my back was all scraped up from the rough shower grout, and I was just about to collapse in defeat when a voice boomed loud in the room.

  “Psycho! Man, get the fuck up offa her!”

  The dude-chick froze on top of me and I used that moment to swing my knee up between our slippery bodies and kick her dead in her chest.

  She fell off me but she was in no way hurt.

  “Man, why you always fuckin’ around like that?” my rescuer barked.

  “I was just playing,” Psycho said in a crazy girlie high-pitched voice. “I wasn’t tryna get none. I was just tickling her that’s all.”

  Playing my ass! I scooted far away from her as I could get. “You better not put your fuckin’ hands on me no more!” I screeched. “Touch me again bitch, you hear? I will kill your nasty ass!”

  “Psycho didn’t mean no harm,” the chick who had come to my defense claimed. She was a dude too. Light-skinned and chunky, but real pretty in the face. “She just be playing like that sometimes.”

  “Well I don’t play that shit!” I snapped climbing shakily to my feet.

  All I wanted was to get the hell out of that shower. For all I knew both of these dyke bitches could be planning to jump me and take turns fucking me.

  My hands were trembling as I reached for my towel and headed fast for the door. I was pumped with fear and breathing like I had just run up to the top floor in a project building.

  “Yo, hold up,” the light-skinned girl said behind me.

  I looked back, but I was still moving forward.

  “I know you,” she said, narrowing her eyes as she peered at me. “Yo, you from Harlem, right? We went to the same high school. Your name is Juicy, ain’t it?”

  I turned around and took a real good look at her. She was young. Just a little younger than me. Maybe Jimmy’s age. She was a boy. Straight duded out. But pretty. Her piercing eyes held no ill will.

  “Yeah,” I said, forgetting all about the fake name I had come in the door with. “Yeah. I’m Juicy.”

  She grinned real wide. “Damn, it’s been a minute girl! You probably don’t remember me ’cause I was just a sophomore when you were a senior, but I’m Chiney. Chiney Jackson. I think I’m in the cell right next door to you. Do you remember my brother Trey? They used to call him Messiah back in the day. All the girls around our way used to sweat him. Brown-skinned, mad tall, real fine. He used to ball real hard with a skinny dude from Manhattanville named Mayhem?”

  She watched me run the names through my memory and come up blank.

  “Well, whatever,” she said. “You might not remember me and Trey, but I know damn well you remember my other brother. His name was Cooter. Cooter Jackson. He used to work the bar over at the G-Spot.”

  CHAPTER 11

  I ain’t feeling this shit no more, Nooni thought miserably as she touched that sweet spot between her legs. Truth had just gotten his nut and rolled over, but once again she had been left hanging and she needed to cum so bad it wasn’t funny.

  With all the fucking, shopping, and getting high she was doing Nooni was definitely living the kind of life that she had been looking for.

  Partying with ballas in the club every night was all good, but she missed the high school scene and her best friend Bubbles, and all the silly little teenage drama they used to get into.

  Nooni missed her sisters too.

  Yeah, Chub was fat and greedy, and Rita was all the time yapping on her to stop cutting class and to carry herself with respect, but that’s how sisters did it and Nooni was starting to realize that. Besides, she was sick of sleeping on the sofa bed in Monique’s living room. She couldn’t hardly catch a good Z the way Pluto’s fat ass snored, and the air was starting to get tight between all of them in the small apartment anyhow.

  Everybody had been extra-hyped and excited when they had been plotting on how to use Nooni to get some ransom money, but now that the plan was dead there wasn’t nothing but bad attitudes and sour faces in the crib.

  Mizz Salida had been real cool about it though, and she had complimented Nooni for playing her role as a kidnap victim real good. She had even given her a bunch of money and told her to buy herself an iPod, a new Android phone, and some fresh new clothes as a gift for her eighteenth birthday too.

  “So what now?” she asked Truth as he lay facing the wall beside her. He had been acting real cold toward her ever since him and Monique had come back from the airport empty-handed. Nooni had heard them cursing each other out in the G-Spot, with Monique blaming Truth for fucking everything up, and him denying that shit and blaming her right back.

  Nooni had been drinking at the bar while they argued. Truth came over and snatched her up, and brought her back to the quiet apartment. After taking a shower together and smoking a whole bunch of chronic, they engaged in some real strange sex.

  Nooni had really wanted it to be good for both of them, but Truth had just gone for his like she wasn’t even there. There was no way she could cum with him just pounding all on her like that, in fact she hadn’t been able to cum with Truth for a minute now and that shit was real frustrating.

  She had almost cried tonight as he banged her hard and furious, battering her pussy and slapping her ass cheeks so hard he left red welts on her creamy skin. She had taken the pain and rode with it, but afterward she had been dying for him to hold her, or to at least throw his leg over hers so they could snuggle and be close like a real couple. Hell, any kind of affection would have let her know that Truth was still feeling her and she wasn’t just some random piece of meat he was mashing.

  “Truth!” she backhanded him on the shoulder. “I asked you what’s gonna happen now? What’s our next move?”

  He mumbled something into the pillow, but he didn’t move.

  “I didn’t hear you,” she said, raising up on one elbow. She put her hand on his arm and he shook her off.

  “Why you acting like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like you acting.”

  He raised up on his elbow and spit, “What? I gotta act some special kinda way around you?”

  “That’s not what I’m saying. It’s just that you been igging me a lot lately and I don’t know why. You don’t even think about how I’m feeling when we have sex, and it’s like you can’t even look me in the face or something.”

  Truth rolled over and grilled her.

  “Happy now?”

  Nooni shrugged. “I guess so. But you st
ill didn’t answer my question. What’s gonna happen now?”

  “Happen with what?”

  “With us. With you and me. With the money we don’t have. With us staying here with Monique.”

  He shook his head, then lay back and stared up at the ceiling.

  “I don’t know, Noons,” he sighed and said truthfully. “Monique fucked our shit up. She tried to put it all on me, but it was her. That bitch is too greedy and she got too happy. She made moves like the money was already in our pockets. Man, she fucked around and let your sister peep her game at the airport. It was a wrap after that. Now everybody is ass out.”

  “I know,” Nooni said quietly. “I heard.” Disappointment washed over her. And a little bit of fear, too. It had never been her intention to run off and get involved in no fake hostage situation, or to have her sister walking around worried sick about her forever. She had convinced herself that after Juicy gave Rita the money then everybody would get their little cut and she could quietly ease herself on back to her crib.

  “So how y’all gonna get paid now? What about all your warrants? Are you gonna get locked up?”

  She sounded scared and Truth shrugged. “Don’t worry,” he said, patting her firm, naked thigh. Her body was so stunning it had him ready to fuck again. “I already talked to Salida about all that and she’s on it. That old broad is smart, Noons,” Truth said as stuck his fingers between her legs and got ready to hit that wet pussy again. “Trust me, she’s gonna come up with something real good for all of us.”

  $$$$$

  Monique came through her front door pissy drunk. She had just cursed all them niggahs out in the G-Spot, and Pluto had snatched up one of his dun duns and told him to drive her ass home.

  She didn’t get it. Ace and Salida were tryna blame her for messing everything up when it wasn’t even her fault! She staggered down the hall and stopped when she saw what was going on in her living room. Truth’s naked yellow ass was pumping like a jack-rabbit as he dug Nooni’s gushy out. Nooni was spread eagle on the pull-out sofa and moaning at the top of her lungs, and Monique could actually hear that wet pussy sloshing as Truth pounded up in them guts.