Jose lay on his bunk in the cell and listened to the drip, drip, dripping sound of water somewhere in the Los Angeles County jail. He couldn't locate where the sound was coming from and he was unable to do anything about it. He found himself concentrating intently on the sound; he wanted to scream.
After a while he became aware of other sounds around him, like the breathing of his cellmate, on the bunk next to his. It was even and calm, like he wasn't worried at all. The man in the bed next to Jose had been there for hours and he hadn't said a word.
All Jose knew about the man was he looked about 30, had short sandy hair, and a slight build. His chest was muscled and his stomach hard, like he worked out all the time. Jose knew nothing about what he was in jail for. What was he guilty of? Was he a murderer, a rapist or some kind of deviant? What was his name? Jose had no idea.
Jose's heart started to beat faster and faster, he thought he was going to have a heart attack. At that moment the door of the cell opened with a clang. He sat up quickly on his bunk. His cellmate lay there like he was pretending not to hear. Jose thought: this guy has so much self-control.
The reason the door had opened was the appearance of a scary woman in a police uniform. Her underwear was showing because her shirt was open almost to the waist.
Jose could see the silky material of her bra; it was pink and feminine, in stark contrast to the masculine fabric of the rest of her uniform.
"What are you guys doing?" she said in a harsh abrasive, almost masculine voice. "Get up and stand against the wall!"
The two men snapped to attention, both standing only inches away from each other. Jose could almost feel the sweat of the other man through his prison issue white cotton T-shirt; he was standing that close.
The woman looked at his cellmate and glared. "Get down on your knees" she barked. And masterful though the man was, he got down on his knees. Jose watched transfixed as she undid the zip of her pants.
Jose was shocked when the woman grunted the words "suck my pussy!" to the other man in the cell. His face went red and his mouth fell open. "Oh my God!" he moaned, he was a God fearing man.
Jose was shocked at what he saw. His cellmate crouched down and started to suck the woman's pussy through the crotch of her underpants which he had pushed aside. Jose stood there with his mouth open and his heart beating fast. His hands and feet had gone cold, and his mouth had gone dry. He watched as the other man licked the woman's pussy in a desperate way, as if his very life depended on it. This went on for several minutes: his cellmate giving the woman a head job and the woman writhing against the man's frantically lapping tongue.
After a while she came. She did this loudly, yelling her pleasure as if it had almost been pain. Anyone in the prison could have heard her. Jose wondered why no one came to help.
Finally the woman did up her pants and left the cell. The other man was still on his knees and Jose was still quivering with excitement and fear. Then the man scrambled to his feet. Jose stared at his cellmate.
"I know what you're thinking" said the man to Jose "I've never seen anyone give head that good!" He was a very confident man.
They both settled back on their beds. Jose tried to get to sleep but it was very hard. All night long Jose could hear that dripping sound, dripping, dripping, like water trying to work its way through solid rock. Thank God I'm going to be out of here in two weeks' time he told himself, I don't think I can take this anymore.
Soon it was morning. The other man was still lying on his bunk. He wasn't saying anything as usual, just biding his time, staring at the ceiling as if he were making some sort of plan. Finally he said "only another two weeks in here" and Jose said "yeah me too." He had become resigned to his fate as well.
Jose knew it was morning because he could see the light through a tiny window high on the wall. It had no bars on it but it was such a tiny window he could never have gotten through it and escaped. He thought just another two weeks. His cellmate told Jose that every morning the woman came to their cell and demanded he sucked her pussy, "and I suck her pussy, because I know what she could do to me if I don't."
That morning the police woman was in a total bitch of a mood. She burst through the door holding two plastic containers with sandwiches inside. They didn't look very exciting, just ham and cheese. "What are you motherfuckers doing?" she asked, peeling back the plastic on one of the packages and taking out a sandwich. She took a bite out of it and spat it on the floor.
"This tastes terrible!" she said, looking at the mess she'd made. "How do you guys stand this stuff?" Jose realised at that moment he was feeling kind of hungry. The police woman threw what remained of the sandwich onto the floor. "Eat it!" she barked. Jose thought I'd rather starve.
