Lipstick Diaries

by Anthony Whyte

  Every morning he prayed for thirty minutes then did two hundred push ups, two hundred crunches and rounds of shadow boxing. Dorel was in the middle of his one hundred and ninety-eighth crunch when he heard the sexy voice.

  “Pipin state your ID.”

  He paused at the voice, but put in his last two crunches.

  “4-2-9-2-8-8…how are you doing today, bird?”

  Trina Evan’s eyes glanced at the clipboard then looked at Dorel’s six-pack. He was about six feet tall and perfectly toned. He rocked a low cut Caesar with razor thin sideburns that ran down strong jaws. Dorel noticed her checking him out and smiled as she quickly lowered her eyes back to the clipboard.

  He imagined her out of her uniform. The uniform did nothing to conceal the fact that she was a most beautiful woman.

  “Pipin, why do you always call me bird? The name is Officer Evans.”

  She could see the bulge in the front of his sweatpants. Pretending not to notice, Trina tried hard not to stare.

  “Like I said the name is Officer Evans. You know if I really wanted to I could put you in the hole for insubordination.” She snapped in a sassy tone

  “Sorry, you caught me out there,” he said clearing his low raspy voice.

  “It’s no big deal.”

  He grinned because he knew she liked what she saw. Dorel uncovered his erection and it hung in full glory. She glared in shock. He winked his eye at her to let her know, she too was busted.

  “Is that what you want, bird? Me up in the hole?” he asked lowering his eyes to her midsection and licking his lips.

  “Don’t play yourself Pipin. You know what hole I’m talking about. You won’t be joking when you’re locked up in there.”

  He smiled. Flirting with Evans was part of the daily routine.

  In the courtyard...

  Recreation was for one hour everyday. Inmates had the choice of going outside to exercise, catch fresh air, or stay indoors watching television or playing card games. It was basketball season and today was the big tournament. All the inmates were outside to watch the game. Most had a special interest in seeing the game.

  Tarva Witherspoon was playing. Everyone had there money on him because he was sure money. He was a legendary high school player at Canarsie High School. He had every college and an impressive amount of NBA scouts seeking him out. One month before graduation, his cousin and him were pulled over and busted carrying four keys of dope. Tarva got hit with the max. Whenever he played, everyone put their money on him.

  It was a beautiful sunny day on the courtyard, a perfect day for a game. Dorel just like all the other inmates of this segregated unit wouldn’t dream of missing this game, but not for the same reasons as the others. He didn’t put any money on the game. Dorel knew that Tarva was going to throw the game in order to make all the money off the odds. Dorel couldn’t help but watch the interesting chain of events that would go down around it.

  Dorel didn’t sit directly in the mix of the crowd because he preferred to observe his environment rather than blending in. Besides, today his bird was on yard duty. He sat off to himself to make sure he had a clear view of the courtyard and her. Dorel liked when she was in the yard, he could admire her. He saw Evans standing behind the fence.

  Dorel was staring at her hoping she’d look his way. She spotted Dorel looking at her and turned her head trying not to stare at him. He caught an erection watching her.

  The game was about to start and the crowd was getting amped. Dorel heard another prisoner asking.

  “You want to bet on this game my nigga?”

  “I ain’t ya nigga, Hector. You got one second to unblock my view or I’ll put you on your ass.”

  “I was trying to let you get in on some money.”

  “Hector, you taking shit too personal.”

  “What you say nigga…?”

  “Didn’t I tell you I’m not your nigga?”

  Dorel gave the man a serious body blow to the stomach. He dropped to the ground gasping, and Dorel stomped him right where he was hurting. The man puked breakfast and some blood along with it. Dorel was so smooth with his knuckle game no one saw.

  Evans saw what had gone down. She was about to signal for help, but Dorel looked at her and blew her a kiss. He placed one finger over his mouth before she could. She turned as if she didn’t witness anything happen at all. He walked away inconspicuously and blended into the crowd.

  “Hector, you alright man, who did this to you?”

  Hector was unable to answer. His cronies looked around and saw that Dorel was the only one who had moved across the yard. They knew something went down between Hector and Dorel. They weren’t about to start beefing with Dorel over Hector’s dumb ass. They picked him up and helped him to a bench. Another guard that was patrolling asked Hector what happened.

  “Those nasty ass pancakes ya’ll serve this morning for breakfast got my stomach fucked up.”

  The game was over: Tarva threw it. The only ones who was not surprised at the ending was Diesel and his crew. One by one they walked back into the building cursing about the game. Dorel passed Evans and gestured as if blowing her a kiss. She blushed. He knew he had her where he wanted her.

  The next day when his bird arrived at Dorel’s cell he wasn’t doing his usual exercises. He was still in his bed. He appeared to have fallen asleep reading a letter, there were a few sheets of paper covering his chest.

  “Pipin, up on your feet,” CO Evans ordered.

  Dorel looked up and saw the corrections officer.

  “Good morning, bird,” he smiled flirting.

  “You’re not exercising this morning. I guess she kept you up late, huh?” Evans joked.

  “Who kept me…what?”

  “The love letter from your girl,” Evans said.

  “I don’t have a girl.”

  “Oh, you have girlfriends?”

  “The only girlfriends I have are Ms. Lefty and Ms. Righty.”

  Dorel gestured as if beating off and Evans chuckled.

  “I see you in here writing everyday, and don’t tell me you’re writing to mom.”

  “Well, you assume that I’m writing letters to women telling them how much I miss them and how I want to come home to them and only them. I’m surprised bird, I keep telling you I’m not like all these other guys in here.”

  “So what do you write?”

  “Poetry…”

  “Yeah right,” Evans said shaking her head and was about to walk away.

  “Hold up, I have something to show you.”

  Dorel Pipin handed her the pages. Evans began to read it. It was a letter from a congressman thanking Dorel for writing him letters about his concerns on issues. A menace to society he was, but he cared about the future of other young black men who could change if given the right chance.

  “Okay, you got me. I’m impressed. But you don’t spend all your time writing to politicians concerning our youth and our community. I know you throw a kite out every now and then to some chick.”

  “Let me show you what else I write.”

  “Trust me, Dorel it’s not even necessary.”

  “Oh, but I think it is.”

  He pulled a thick black spiral binder from under his bed and handed it to her. It was covered from end to end with words. She slowly turned the pages of poetry. One page in particular caught her eyes.

  “Do you mind if I read this?” She asked.

  “I’ve always wanted you to.”

  She turned her eyes back to the poem and read it.

  My little Bird

  In this dungeon I live

  A life not worth spit

  no air, without light, or love,

  I survive cause of my little bird,

  Mornings she’s at my window

  Like a ray of light

  Her delicate wings carrying hope,

  Despair when she’s gone

  so goes my sun, my air.

  Every morning helplessly I wait

  unabl
e to breathe till she smiles.

  Her heartbeat I feel knowing

  hers beats and so does mine.

  Till the end of my time always

  She’ll be my beautiful bird.

  “Dorel, is that why you call me bird? Is this poem about me?”

  CO Evans blushed when she asked the question. Tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.

  “You know you are my beautiful little bird.” He said placing a hand on her soft cheek.

  “How did someone like you end up in here?”

  “I didn’t have a beautiful woman like you to keep me humble. I thought I could rule the world alone.” He said touching her hand.

  She felt his words hit her heart like an arrow. She pulled her hand back, afraid of being vulnerable.

  “I have to go finish my rounds,” she said.

  Later that day Evans came to Dorel’s cell. She opened the door.

  “Pipin come with me,” she said in a firm tone.

  “Why? What’s going on?”

  “I’m taking you to the doctor.”

  “Why? I didn’t put in a slip. I’m not even sick.”

  “He’s pulling you for a routine check up.”

  He followed her out of his cell and through the prison. She appeared tense and overly cautious, glancing around like a thief afraid of getting caught. Dorel became anxious but didn’t say a word. She led him to a part of the prison that he’d never been. They continued down a vacant hallway to a gray door. She motioned for him to stop and pulled out a set of keys. Evans quickly opened the door and pushed Dorel inside.

  “Where are we?” he nervously asked.

  “Shush! This is the psychiatrist office. He’s out due to a car accident. For now no one comes here. We can be alone here.”

  “How did you pull this off?”

  “Because I’m engaged to the captain, I can get away with anything without being questioned. I’ve covered all my tracks.” She nodded.

  “Bird, are you sure you want to do this?”

  Evans unbuttoned her blue uniform shirt revealing see through fiery red laced bra. Most of her perfectly round c-cups were exposed, her hardened brown nipples strained against the transparent fabric.

  “Dorel, I see the way you look at me, and I know how you feel about me.”

  He held her face and looked in her eyes. Dorel couldn’t believe his bird was in his hands. Unzipping her uniform pants, he unbuckled her belt. Her pants fell. His eyes bugged when he saw her matching red laced thongs.

  He touched her love spot. Evans was wet. He nibbled at her nipples and felt her quivering all over. She was out of her bra when Dorel sucked her breast in his mouth. Dorel ran his tongue all over Evans breast, licking her neck. Evans aggressively pulled Dorel’s wood out of hiding.

  “Hmm…” she sighed and smiled when she saw the size. Dorel had something to offer, she thought as she slowly stroke it. On her knees, Evans brought his erection closer to her lips. She kissed it and struggled to adjust to the size. Halfway in was an accomplishment, she worked her lips. Dorel closed his eyes and opened them again and again.

  She sat on the desk the psychologist used for analyzing patients, opened her legs wide and gave Dorel a clear view of her waxed, love box. He smiled at the sight, knelt and tasted her. She squirmed barely keeping her body from sliding off the desk. Dorel picked her up and laid her on the sofa. He rubbed his pole on her thighs and clit.

  “Oh…yes give it to me…” she begged.

  She grabbed him and pulled him into her world. Dorel thrust inside of Evans womb. He wanted to release the pressure he was desperately trying to hold back.

  “Bird,” he moaned.

  “My name is Trina. I want you to call me Trina while you make love to me.”

  “Trinn-na-na…” Dorel whispered in her ear.

  She bit her lip holding back the screams. Evans shoved her tongue down his throat to keep from screaming. Dorel hadn’t had the beautiful feeling of being inside of a woman in three years. He held on to his erection with great anxiety as he thrust into Evans’ tight, warm wetness. He didn’t want to release early and was determined to make this last as long as she could handle it.

  “Oh yes, oh yes, ah yeah…” Evans moaned approaching a climatic zone.

  Dorel assault on her g-spot levitated Evans. A flush came over her leaving her faint but stimulated.

  “Damn!” she sighed.

  Soon after, his love juices erupted like a volcano. Dorel immediately tried to reinsert. Evans wasn’t having it.

  “Come on Dorel, we’ve to get back before anyone notices we’re missing.”

  Dorel pulled up his pants, Evans was about to open the door. Dorel was dazed.

  “Dorel, what’s up? Why are you just standing there?”

  “Before we leave I need you to answer this question. Why are you taking this risk? I know that you fucking with the captain.”

  “Dorel, can I trust you to keep your mouth shut?”

  “You trusted me enough to bring me here.”

  “Yeah, well this is really personal.” Evans paused and swallowed. “Captain Sweany and I have been having problems for a while. I love him but lately I don’t feel the way I used to about him. I find myself anticipating coming to work just so that I can get to your cell and see you. Some of the things you say, and that poem you wrote for me, made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time, and that’s beautiful.”

  “Are you sure he’s not cheating on you?”

  “He was shot in his left testicle a few years ago in a hunting accident. It had to be removed and the surgery left nerve damage. He has a problem holding an erection for too long.”

  “Are you sure he’s the right man for you? Can you go the rest of your life with a man who can’t please you?”

  Trina put her head on Dorel’s muscular, sweaty chest and contemplated what he had asked her. She had asked herself that question many times, but didn’t want to think about leaving Sweany.

  “Dorel, you make me feel special, and I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel. That’s why I’m taking this risk. You are worth it to me.”

  Dorel left wondering if Evans was being sincere or was it the sex talking after he had just finished turning her insides on like a faucet.

  The weeks passed and Trina Evans found new ways of getting Dorel out of his cell for pleasure, twice weekly. On days that Sweany was out of town, she pulled doubles just to creep with Dorel. She made it her primary focus to figure the times and places they could hook up. They had sex in empty closets and unoccupied offices. Whereever she could get the bone.

  This day made the third day in a row that Trina had gotten Dorel to take him to one of her secret places where they’d spend time alone. She was on top riding and bucking, Dorel hit her switches, taking her to the highest peek of ecstasy. CO Evans closed her eyes and rested her head on his muscular chest. She was breathing softly when they heard the voices of guards just outside the room. She was just about to explode. He paused for a moment.

  “Oh, baby, I’m about to come. Please no...”

  “Don’t you hear?” Dorel asked trying to get from under Evans.

  “They’re not coming in here, they’re just passing by.” Evans said not wanting to stop. She pushed Dorel back.

  He pushed her off of him and she landed on the concrete floor. The loud voices outside the room were now far away.

  “Dorel what the fuck did you do that for?”

  He walked over to her to help her to her feet and console her.

  “I’m sorry Bird, but I had to get you up off of me. You were attacking my joint. Didn’t you hear those guys out there talking? We’re in a fucking prison. I’m the inmate and you’re a guard. Don’t you know we playing with fire? You can’t be slipping up like that, bird.”

  He had to keep a clear and focused head. No pussy was going to take his mind away from his real goal.

  A few months later, things had cooled, but Dorel had Trina on his mind all n
ight. He hoped that she’d be able to get him alone. He wanted to hit it in the worst way. He smelled her shower gel when she entered the hallway. Bird appeared at his cell like clockwork. Her beauty making that cold, hard, ugly, blue uniform look warm and sexy, but her tone wasn’t so sweet.

  “What’s the matter?” he whispered

  She turned her head trying to avoid eye contact.

  “State your number Pipin.”

  He reached out and tried to touch her. She pulled back.

  “State your number Pipin.”

  “429288”

  “Thank you Pipin.”

  She walked away from his cell leaving him confused. It bothered him all day. When it was time for recreation, Evans came to his cell.

  “Pipin, are you going to rec today?” She asked avoiding eye contact.

  “No CO, I’m not. I need to talk. What’s wrong?”

  She looked at him and could barely hold back the tears.

  “Trina, get me out of here so we can talk.”

  They went to their favorite spot. She told him about Sweany and her big argument. Sweany accused her of lying to him about money that was missing and of cheating. He threatened her.

  “I want to end the relationship with him.”

  Dorel took her into his arms and she cried to him.

  “Bird, stop crying. Does he know about us?”

  “He doesn’t.”

  “Trina, are you fucking with someone else?”

  “No, Dorel how could you ask me something like that. I’m in love with you.”

  “What did you just say?”

  “I said I love you.”

  “Trina, where is this coming from? A few months ago you told me that you loved Sweany.”

  “I did, but ever since I’ve been with you I don’t want to be with him anymore. I don’t want him to touch me. Dorel, I think about you all night when I’m not here.”

  “My beautiful bird, love is a strong word.”

  “I love you.”

  “I’m pregnant!”

  Dorel looked at Trina like she just told him that he had one hour to live.

  “Pregnant! Whose baby is it?”