I had seen her before, walking through the infirmary like she owed the place. The kind of woman who knew she was bad and carried herself like it. Thick in all the right places--hips wide, ass round and full, but not sloppy. Even under those plain scrubs, you could see the curve of her body. But she wasn't friendly.
Not to inmates, at least.
She was the type that stayed professional, only speaking when necessary, and always keeping her expression cold. She had a sharp attitude, snapping at guys who got too comfortable, always shutting down any slick comments. I'd seen plenty of nurses come and go, but none carried that level of confidence like her. The other inmates whispered about her, about how her ass moved when she walked, about how her lips would look wrapped around a dick, but none of them ever got close.
At least, that's what we thought--until the picture started making its rounds.
It wasn't the best quality, but it was clear enough. She was bent over, her bare ass arched up with a white cock buried deep inside her. The angle caught just enough of her face--a partial profile, the curve of her lips, her dark hair pulled back. It was undeniable. The image spread like wildfire through the prison, passed from phone to phone.
The officer who took it? A strait-laced clueless, motherfucker who never realized the mistake he made until it was too late. He had been bragging about it for weeks, how he was fucking the sexy Mexican nurse from the infirmary, but no one believed him. Not until he was dumb enough to prove it.
And now, I had leverage.
The moment the picture landed on my phone, I knew I was going to use it. The trick was patience. A woman like her wouldn't break easily. She was older, married, and had been playing this saintly act for years. But deep down? She was a whore. A woman who was already cheating, already fucking behind her husband's back. That meant she had a weakness.
I just had to find it.
I waited a few days before making my first move. I needed a reason to get her close, to make her familiar with stopping by my cell. That's when I came up with the sleep meds. I started complaining about insomnia, requisition something to help me sleep. Nothing major--just enough to justify daily visits.
She was annoyed the first few times.
"You again?" She muttered, standing just outside my cell as she handed me the small white pills. "You know this shit won't work unless you actually try to sleep, right?"
I just smirked, popping them into my mouth without breaking eye contact. "Maybe I just like seeing you, doc."
Her eyes flickered, but she ignored the comment, turning away without another word.
