Shannon

I simply hated visiting Todd in jail. I hated seeing him locked up like that. This ride-or-die shit was played the fuck out too. I had done it for so long. Nonetheless, I prepared for our weekly visit. I put on a hot little Dolce & Gabbana jean skirt that I hadn’t sold off and a pair of Gucci stilettos that I had left. I knew no matter what, Todd was gonna need to get a quickie between the vending machines, so the skirt was a must.

After the whole jail search bullshit—you know, open your mouth, let me feel under your bra straps, take off your shoes, open your bag—I was finally allowed behind the heavy iron gates to the visiting room.

It was packed as usual. The smell of chicken, shitty diapers, and old plastic made me want to throw up. I looked around at all of the loyal women who had come to do the same thing as me—visit the nigga who was taking care of them but had left them high and dry. I could feel niggas and bitches alike staring at me. I knew my outfit had caught more than a couple of eyes. I sat down at one of those fucking Romper Room tables—I mean, really, did they think inmates and their visitors really wanted to be at those little-ass tables and sit on those little-ass colorful chairs? Anyway, I saw when they brought Todd in.

I immediately smiled at him as he bopped over to me. He hadn’t lost his swagger one bit, and he was looking very fucking ripped, which immediately made my pussy wet. Todd stood six feet two inches, and he had always had a washboard stomach and muscular arms. But since he had been locked up, his arm muscles seemed to have grown by a couple of inches, and his washboard was now a fucking twelve-pack. He licked his thick lips, and I noticed my baby still had his low-cut waves spinning on his head. People always told Todd that he looked like LL Cool J, shit I thought he looked way better than that—same complexion and eye shape maybe, but Todd’s face was much finer than LL’s.

Before he could even make it all the way to the table, I jumped up and grabbed him around the neck tightly. I hugged him so hard and kissed him ferociously. I held on to my husband so hard the CO had to come between us and break it up. You know they didn’t allow all that contact just in case I was trying to pass him contraband.

We finally let go of each other and sat down across from each other at the table. I immediately slipped my foot out of my sandal and secretly placed my foot between Todd’s legs. I could feel his dick flexing on my foot, and that shit was driving me wild. I held on to his hand and smiled at him. Damn, I wanted him so bad. I missed his twelve-inch dick so much. Todd looked over at a tall black CO who was in charge of guarding the area where the vending machines were. There was a small bench over there, and the machines kind of blocked the view of the bench from the rest of the visiting room. I could tell another couple was over there getting their fuck on right now. The CO gave Todd the eye.

“We got next, baby,” Todd said, turning his attention back to me.

“So how are you?” I asked, rubbing the top of his hand, really concerned about him. I knew Todd was worried about the lawyer thing, and he was always asking about that fucking traitor Jock.

“Nah, fuck asking about me. How are you and my little dude?” Todd asked, always thinking of me and the baby before himself.

“We hanging in there. Satanya got the baby because I knew we had to talk today. It’s hard, Todd. I’m telling you. Without that safe, we are fucked up,” I said, tears starting to rim my eyes. I had promised myself I wasn’t going to cry during this visit. That crying shit was getting old.

“Well, that’s all about to be a done deal,” he said, leaning in closer to me so he could whisper.

I knew eventually he would be getting to his “plan” that he had mentioned over the phone.

“Shannon, I found out about this major playa named Bobby Knight from Chesapeake,” Todd whispered.

I listened and was just looking at him, confused.

“I hear this nigga is paid like a motherfucker. I hear he got boxes of loot in his crib just sitting up in there because he got so much that he can’t even put that shit in the bank,” Todd continued, his eyes seeming to light up.

I just listened. I was still trying to figure out what this all had to do with me.

“Remember the nigga Dray I told you I met up in here who was mad cool and had my back?” Todd asked.

I nodded.

“Well, this nigga used to work for Knight and—” Todd started, but I cut him off.

“Todd, tell me what I’m going to be doing, because all this shit you talking still ain’t getting to the point of how this is gonna help us or how it involves me,” I said seriously.

The next fifteen minutes of our visit was taken up with Todd telling me what I needed to do in order to set up this Bobby Knight guy. He made it seem so simple.

“Just catch that nigga’s eye, get real friendly with him, and set him up,” Todd said.

I stared at him as he spoke but didn’t really believe what I was hearing. I had been down for whatever for a long time, but Todd was making this shit seem way too easy.

“All you gotta do is get inside his house and get a layout,” Todd continued.

And how the fuck did he suppose I do that? Basically what Todd ended up telling me was, “Shannon, all you gotta do is seduce this nigga and set him up to be robbed and murdered!”

Todd had finished giving me my instructions, and I wasn’t fucking happy at all. I played it off, though, because I didn’t want to ruffle his feathers. Finally, the CO gave us the signal for the bench, and we went over acting like we were buying shit out of the machines. Truthfully, I wasn’t in the mood for fucking at that point, but I sure didn’t come all the way up here to hear bad news and not get no dick. Todd sat down and took his dick out of a little opening in his jumpsuit.

I hoisted my skirt up, pulled my thong aside, and sat on his throbbing dick. “Ahh,” I gasped as I ground my pussy down on his dick so hard. I could feel his shit throbbing like a heart, and I kept grinding it hard.

I knew we had a only few minutes, so I reached under my skirt and touched my clit, trying to seed up my nut before Todd beat me to it.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, which drove me crazy.

I was about to cum all over his dick and soak it with my juices. I pulled my body up so just the tip of his dick was in my tight pussy, and then without warning I plopped back down, putting my entire deep pussy on it. That was all I needed to do.

“Argh!” Todd groaned into the back of my neck, breathing hard.

“Yes!” I cried out as I came too. We hurried and got up before anyone detected us and so the next visit couple could get their quick fuck on. At least I could say I got one good thing out of that fucking visit—some much-needed dick. I was still thinking about what he wanted me to do when the COs called time’s up.

Todd hugged me and said, “Remember what I said.”

“I will,” I said softly, my mind heavy. I walked out of the jail with the name of a big-time hustler, a hangout spot, some instructions on how to plot what my husband had called the “ultimate heist,” and a cold and broken heart. I was about to become a ruthless bitch, because I realized that now it was all up to me.