Good Behavior

I agreed to this. No one had put a gun to my head, no one had promised any sort of money transaction. Hell, that’d make me a prostitute, right? Agreeing to have sex with a stranger was one thing, but taking money was just down-right wrong.

But, let’s not forget that this is no ordinary stranger that you might pick up at a bar. Not some cute guy that bought you a drink, not the cable guy…no, this fella is none other than an inmate at the State Prison.

Recent studies had shown major improvement with inmates that had conjugal visits with their wives, and those men usually got out early for good behavior. But, not all of the inmates were married. Some of their crimes were mild, and didn’t they, too, deserve a little treat for being good boys?

A few of the staff psychiatrists and the warden had come up with a trial program. They would get willing participates to agree to have sex with an inmate, then evaluate his behavior later to see how he was progressing. And, if the inmate knew that this would mean getting out earlier, plus get laid, why wouldn’t he want to agree?

And, it would really help with the overcrowding issue…

I appeared calm as I sat outside the warden’s office, waiting for Helen to show me to my room. Helen was an officer, obviously, and would have to stay in the room with me, just in the case that my partner, the inmate, got a bit too rough…or tried to kill me.

Lovely.

I could back out at any time…so, why was I still here? Because I was too intrigued, too curious, and damn it, I was soaking wet just thinking about it.

We walked down the corridor to the warden’s suite, where a room had been prepared. Helen was going over all the rules again, which were more for my benefit than the inmate, of course. Code words to use if I felt threatened…I nodded and asked about their choice for me.

I was told his name was Adam. Funny, I don’t even know if that was indeed his name, or if it was an identity given due to the program. He was chosen not only for his small crime, but also good behavior during his time behind bars.

The doctors had asked me if I had certain preferences…white, black, Indian…I had held back a laugh when asked that, and wondered if they were going to ask me if I preferred my mate to be well hung or average? Did I want normal sex, anal? I mean, hello…this wasn’t a dating service. This was what it was, a new program to get the guy laid, and see if he would be a good boy after.

Aren’t all men good boys after they’ve had a little pussy? Seriously? Geesh.

Anyway, Helen received the call that he, Adam, or whoever, was on his way. I didn’t know if I should remove my clothes now, or wait. I did take off my jacket. The room, beautifully decorated as you would expect a nice hotel room to be, had suddenly gotten very warm.

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