“All right, all right, there were a couple of girls fighting or sump’n and then one of them pulled out a gun and bust it. I ducked like everyone else and got da hell outta dodge. Therefore, I couldn’t see anything. You feel me, officer?”
“Do you know the name of the girl who had the gun and fired the shot?”
“Nah, nah I don’t know those peeps. I don’t know any of them. I heard people saying that they were visiting. They ain’t from this building. That’s all I know. That’s it, yo.”
“One more thing, what’s your name? And how can I get a hold of you? ”
“Why?”
“Just in case we’ve…”
“Y’all don’t need my info then next thing I know, peeps gonna be thinking I’m down with Five-Oh. I ain’t down,” Coco said straining her neck. She thumped her cigarette then turned and ran upstairs. She left the officer staring in opened-mouth disbelief.
THREE
Lil’ Long sneaked out of the recreation room with Ernesto. He had known Ernesto somewhat, from back on the streets. Now locked up in the same facility everything was tight between them. Both slid into an office next to the recreation room. It was a counselor’s office.
Soon two fat female correction officers joined them. The officers frisked them including a thorough body search. To make sure all cavities were appropriately checked, the COs’ dropped to their knees. Then Lil’ Long and Ernesto sat down, leaned back as they received head courtesy of the females. Both Lil’ Long and Ernesto lit cigars.
“Yeah man I gotta get outta this place, dogs,” Lil’ Long said.
“Ah… mami, yeah ah… hmm… take it easy, mami. Be easy with Nesto’s dong,” Ernesto said enjoying the carnal pleasures of the correction officer’s lips, while listening to Lil’ Long.
“You listening to me dogs? I can’t wait to get da fuck up.”
“Ah, hmm. You don’t like the way it’s being run here or sump’n, daddy?”
“Man it’s all good, but ain’t nuthin like being out in da muthafuckin world, ahhh… Oh shit! Free as… ahh muthafucka. Sweetheart, please don’t bite my joint.”
“Yeah, these young CO’s rabid. They love Nesto’s dick. Ooh, take it easy. Take it ah… easy, ma. Ma!”
“You know man, I’m thinking ah… yeah… ah yeah ah. I’m thinking of making moves.”
“Huh? Ah… oh yeah, oh yeah. What you trying to ah… say Lil’ Long? Are you thinking of ah…?”
“I can’t ah ooh yeah… talk right nowww!” Lil’ Long hummed as the CO’s trained tongue slid up and down his hardened shaft. Ernesto stared at him wincing in pleasure.
“Hmm, I thought so.” Ernesto’s smile widened.
Lil’ Long watched as Ernesto indulged in sexual gratification courtesy of the correctional facility. He seemed to enjoy every bit of his stay while locked up. Ernesto had the entire hook up with the Russians. They facilitated all his needs; it was like being on the outside. With his eyes closed, Ernesto grabbed the CO’s head and vigorously bobbed it up and down on his dick.
“Yeah, do it ah, yes. That’s how you should’ve been doing it from jump. Oohh!! Agh, agh ugh huh. Yes, take it in your face. Take this cum up in your grill. Oooh, muthafucka. Agh…” Ernesto chuckled.
“Now what were you sayin’ to Nesto?
“Agh... yes!” Lil’ Long sighed.
“Daddy, daddy you ain’t complainin’ or sump’n, are you daddy?” Ernesto asked between chuckling.
Lil’ Long laughed hard and free before giving a reply.
“Nothing, nada. You know I wasn’t complaining for shit dogs.”
Nesto pulled his jumpsuit shut and tried to regain his balance.
“Getting my dick blessed makes Nesto fuckin’ weak in da knees. You feel me, daddy?”
“Skeetin’ all over a bitch’s face makes me weak.” Lil’ Long and Nesto both laughed.
“You heard bout da chess tournament tonight, right?”
“Yeah, you mentioned that bullshit a couple weeks ago.”
“That’s big ‘roun here, daddy. They be havin’ that shit once a year. Come through. We’ll drink and watch ‘em Russians rack up. They ain’t lose yet, daddy.”
“Oh word? Good I’m definitely gonna have to check on that.”
“Ahight, that’s good. Nesto will for sure put your name in da books for tonight. You play chess, daddy?”
“A lil’ sump’n, sump’n, man. I ain’t played that shit in awhile. Matter fact since my man Vulcha been murk, I ain’t been fucking with da games. I put all that shit down.”
“I hear you, daddy. They got this chess tournament goin’ down. Maybe it will be good for you daddy. Them Russians sponsor da shit. They got them CO’s playin’ too. Daddy, I’m telling you, they bring in expensive ass Russian vodkas by the buckets.”
“Damn! Urrh-one be getting’ wet then, huh? Ain’t nobody escaped?” Lil’ Long asked.
“C’mon daddy, don’t be a stupid. How you gonna escape and go where?”
“Go da fuck home…” Lil’ Long said.
Nesto held up his hand. He put his index finger to his lips.
“Daddy, daddy, round here the walls have ears. You gotta chill with that kinda talk…”
“Whatever man. What about these Russians?”
“Yeah, this Russian dude, Igor and his peeps goes bananas playing any and everyone in this big ass prison tournament of chess. The winners get to drink all this fucking vodka.”
“Oh yeah, Igor, your man, he’s always winning, huh. Don’t sound fair unless someone else wins sometimes. You ever win?”
“Win? Never, Nesto still what you would call a beginner, daddy. I know my place. I’m dead-ass when I say daddy, them Russians got the shit on lock.”
“They win all da fucking time?”
“Hell yeah, they nice I’m telling you, daddy. After that, we go get blow-ass on all the fuckin’ vodka. They always celebrating, cuz they camp ain’t never suffered defeat yet, daddy.”
“Don’t mean a damn thing ‘cept they be ripe for a loss,” Lil’ Long said rubbing his hands.
“Talk that shit, daddy you gonna have to back it up.”
“Ahight, ahight, I’ll come check da shit out.”
“Daddy, it’ll cost you some commissary. Nesto knows you good, so no need to worry ‘bout nada,” Ernesto smiled.
“Yeah, I’m ahight, but this your world, man,” Lil’ Long said and lit a cigarette. “I got some shit to settle back in the real world.” Nesto nodded at him as if he understood.
“Hey yo Lil’ Long man, I got a kite from one o’ my boy, Mannie. You know from eastside.”
“Muthafuck a kite!” He barked. “I wanna be out there again. Back out in da worl’, like a kite. I belong out there, fly like a muthafuckin’ pimp. Nesto, man I gotta be back out there holdin’ shit down for my Ghetto soldier.”
“Daddy, if you talkin’ bout your man, Vulcha I’m