Taboo 2, p.3
Taboo 2, page 3
Sierra first laid eyes on Inmate Rasheed Gordon in Five North. He was carrying on a conversation with the other inmates and looking like he did not belong there. His looks were what initially caught her attention, and she was immediately physically attracted to the fine specimen of a man. Of course, at that time, Sierra thought that he was just another pretty thug; the Department of Correction had plenty of handsome men being detained in their jails. But after watching him for some time, she noticed that there was a redeeming quality about Rasheed that she just could not place her finger on.
Rasheed was so laid-back and charismatic, it seemed as if he was used to getting what he wanted whenever he wanted it. Most of the inmates gravitated toward him as if he was the most important person in the world, and Sierra couldn’t figure out why.
The curious side of her wanted to know what made him tick, only that was impossible when she knew that she had taken an oath as an officer. Fraternizing with the likes of Rasheed Gordon, or anyone with a book and case number, was off limits.
After a few months of Rasheed being housed in Five North, the sexual tension between them became too much to bear. Sierra held her composure as the charming prisoner persisted. It became increasingly hard for her to resist him. When it was time for his release, Sierra couldn’t resist the urge to feel his lips on hers. She gave him a passionate kiss right inside of his cell before he was released to go home. Rasheed was taken aback by the gesture, but little did she know she had opened Pandora’s Box. She had given him all rights to pursue her aggressively. Through a mutual friend, they linked up when he came home, and the rest was history.
Sierra never thought that she would put her profession on the line for love. She didn’t think that she could possibly be “desperate” enough to deal with a former inmate. Not only did she have a rendezvous with Rasheed, but she had a baby with him as well, something that she hadn’t planned. Did she regret having her baby? No, she did not. But Sierra knew that it was no excuse for her unprofessional behavior. Never in a million years would she suggest that a correction officer, a man or a woman, have an affair with someone who was in DOC custody.
At one time, Sierra wanted to believe that Rasheed was the best man for her. He was fiercely protective and that was something that she loved about him. She had tried to convince herself that everyone made mistakes, and even a thug like Rasheed could change with a good woman by his side. She was wrong.
Rasheed painted a blissful picture of perfection and she believed in him. She believed all of it. Actually, he turned out to be a manipulative control freak when it came to her and stopped at nothing to get what he wanted. When things didn’t go his way, that temperamental, controlling Rasheed always managed to resurface. This was when Sierra noticed the disturbing similarities to the men she had to babysit every day. Rasheed would probably never be able to understand that the decision Sierra made to end their relationship was not about her; it was about Messiah.
Messiah deserved to have a decent male role model in his life, and Lamont Simmons was that and more. He was an assistant deputy warden, had worked for the Department of Correction for almost twenty years and, of course, was a great provider for their family. Part of that equation was Trey, Lamont’s only son. Sierra smiled thinking about how much she loved her family, and she wasn’t going to allow anyone or anything to ruin it. Not even Rasheed.
Later that day, during her meal break, Sierra decided to visit her fiancé in his office. Lamont was the tour commander for the facility, and the captains of the jail would report to him first whenever he was on duty. He would then give a report to the deputy warden and warden on what was going in the facility. Sierra was proud of Lamont’s accomplishments, considering he had come a long way from being the neurotic jerk he used to be as a captain.
Lamont’s office was located inside of the control room, much to Sierra’s dismay. Every time she went to see him, Sierra got the nasty looks of disapproval from the control room staff, but she didn’t care. A lot of correction officers, especially the women, talked about Sierra behind her back, giving her a full visual of how bland their lives probably were if they had to focus on her. They had their noses in the air, some of them forgetting that before they were hired by the Department of Correction, they were once welfare recipients or flipping burgers at McDonald’s.
One of the things that gave her great satisfaction was that she had carte blanche to one of the most attractive men in the facility. It was all the ammunition Sierra needed to keep female officers hating on her.
When Sierra arrived at the control room, she knocked on the window and watched as an officer with an attitude reluctantly let her inside. Sierra looked the woman up and down with a smirk on her face, and walked straight to Lamont’s office. Out of respect for his privacy, she did their secret knock, and he told her to come right in. Sierra walked in and locked the office door behind her.
“Hey, beautiful,” Lamont said, looking shockingly handsome in his white shirt and top-model smile. She walked over and gave him a kiss on the lips. Sierra was about to pull away when Lamont pulled her back, this time putting his tongue down her throat. Sierra gladly reciprocated. After a few moments, they finally came up for air.
Sierra wiped the lip gloss off Lamont’s mouth. “Damn. What was that for?” she asked.
Lamont smiled. “I don’t know. I feel extra horny today. Can I have you?”
Sierra chuckled. “You want me right here? Right now?”
“Yeah, why not? Is there a problem with that?”
“I guess not. It’s not like you’re not accustomed to havin’ sex on the job.”
“Please don’t start that shit, Sierra. Why do you always throw that in my face? That was like forever ago.”
“It wasn’t forever ago and it was with your half sister,” Sierra replied, rolling her eyes.
“Okay, so Monique is my half sister. I didn’t find out that she was my half sister until after we had sex! You know this already!”
“What a way to meet!” Sierra sighed.
Lamont shook his head. “As I said, it was my half sister, who I’d never met or ever discussed until after we had relations with each other. That was a chance meeting.” Lamont sucked his teeth. “Can I get some lovin’ or what, Si? You’re blowin’ my high right now with all this ‘I had sex with my sister’ talk!”
Sierra smiled seductively while Lamont watched her drop her uniform pants to the floor. Sierra stood there in her panties and licked her lips as she watched his erection protrude through his pants.
“Ready for me, baby?” he asked with a smirk.
Sierra gave Lamont the “come hither” look. She turned around with her behind facing him, and pulled off her lacy underwear. As she bent over, she put her right leg on the desk. Lamont was able to see her ass cheeks spread, exposing her fat pussy lips from the back. He was immediately turned on. He pulled his rod out of his pants and began rubbing himself.
“Wow, now you know that gets my dick so hard, Si.”
Sierra turned her head around with her ass still spread wide open. She held one cheek open, this time exposing the pinkness of her sugar walls.
“So what are you waitin’ for, baby? Come and get this.”
Lamont looked at the door nervously. “Did you lock the door?” he asked.
“Of course I did, Lamont! Come on and get some of this good-good so that I can go to my post, baby! Hurry up before an alarm goes off!” Sierra ordered with an anxious look on her face.
Hopefully, an alarm in the jail wouldn’t go off. This would only mean that there was an inmate disturbance somewhere in the facility or officer needed assistance. As an assistant deputy warden, Lamont would have to respond to the response area to make sure everything went smoothly. This meant that Lamont and Sierra would have to make it quick. This would only make their interlude even more exciting.
Lamont walked over to Sierra and kneeled down on the floor. He submerged his face into her sweetsmelling pussy and began sucking on it from the back. Sierra kept her mouth closed in an attempt to keep from screaming with pleasure, as Lamont’s expert tongue lapped up her juices. He tickled her clitoris and licked her asshole with his tongue, while Sierra wriggled in delight. He grabbed her ass cheeks and opened them wide enough so that he could get to every nook and cranny of her vagina and the crack of her ass.
“You taste so good, baby,” Lamont whispered, breathless from the adrenaline flowing through his chiseled body. He then stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. Grabbing Sierra by her long hair and slightly pulling her head back, he inserted his oversized penis inside of her. Lamont moaned and began stroking it real slow while he massaged her clit. Their bodies moved simultaneously, with Sierra tightening up her vaginal muscles around his thick rod. Lamont grabbed her small waist and shoved himself deeper inside of her. They both were in ecstasy, totally oblivious to their surroundings.
“Ooh, fuck me harder, baby,” Sierra moaned softly.
“I love this dick, you know that?”
“I know, baby, I know,” Lamont replied. “And my pussy isn’t going’ nowhere!”
Lamont ground Sierra’s pussy and she threw it back with a vengeance. The only thing that could be heard in the office was the ornery voices on the walkie-talkie and Sierra’s wet pussy making gushy noises. Lamont began to get more excited and Sierra felt as if she was about to explode. He watched as his rod went in and out of Sierra’s hot box. It was glistening from her juices. They managed to continue with their sexual interlude for at least fifteen minutes. They both felt the pleasure mounting.
“Baby, cum in me, please,” she whispered. Lamont leaned over and began kissing the back of her neck. He knew that it was Sierra’s hot spot. “Oh, oh, Lamont, I’m cummin’, oh, I’m cummin’,” Sierra whispered.
Lamont covered Sierra’s mouth as he pushed deeper. Suddenly, Lamont’s body began to jerk as he ejaculated inside of her. Sierra fell against the desk, with Lamont resting his body weight on her, spent from the quickie. After a few seconds of trying to catch their breath, they finally gathered up enough strength to clean themselves up. Lamont handed Sierra some baby wipes he kept stored in his desk drawer. After they were fully dressed, he collapsed into the recliner chair and Sierra sat on his lap. She kissed him on the forehead.
“I love you, you know that?” she said, gazing into his eyes.
He smiled, displaying his pearly whites. “I know you do, baby girl. I love you, too.”
Sierra sighed and stood up. She wrapped her tousled hair into a ponytail. “I have to go to my post now smellin’ like hot sex on a platter. They need to have a shower in this office.” Lamont agreed. “Look, I’m cookin’ tonight. What did you want to eat for dinner?”
Lamont shrugged. “Cook whatever you want, baby. I got to stay here tonight for the three-to-eleven shift. I won’t be home until later on tonight.”
Sierra sulked. “I don’t like this new position, Lamont. You’ve been doin’ too much overtime lately.”
“Well, when I got promoted, you knew this is what this position entailed. It was no secret.”
“Yeah, okay, I just hope that… Forget it,” Sierra began with a sad look on her face.
“Hope what?”
“I just hope that you’re really doin’ the overtime.”
Lamont stood up with his six-foot-plus frame towering over Sierra. She was only five feet two in height.
“Now why would you think that I’m lyin’ about overtime, Sierra? You don’t trust me now?”
Sierra shrugged, and sucked her teeth. “I do, but—” Sierra replied.
Lamont cut her off. “That’s real fucked up, Sierra! After all we’ve been through, you have the nerve to ask me am I really doin’ overtime? What about all the times that you snuck Messiah to see his father?”
“Now where the hell is that comin’ from?”
“It’s comin’ from your insecurities, that’s where!”
“My insecurities? I don’t have any insecurities!”
“Yes, you do! First of all, you’re always throwin’ Monique in my face when I already told you that after I found out that she was my half sister, I was disgusted with myself for havin’ sex with her. After all that you come in here talkin’ that mess about how I fucked her in the control room! I let it go, so why can’t you?”
“I’m not gonna argue with you, Lamont. Just be where the hell you say you’re gonna be and we won’t have a problem. It isn’t like we never had a problem with you lyin’ to me before!”
“There you go again!” Lamont walked to the door.
“Just go to your post, Si, because this is not the time or place to be arguin’, okay? I’ll see you when I get home.”
“It’s not the time or place to argue but it’s the time and place to fuck me, huh?”
Sierra folded her arm across her breasts and pouted. She didn’t want to leave the office on bad terms with her sweetheart.
“I’m sorry, Lamont,” she said, and tried to hug him. Lamont’s body stiffened up.
“Yeah, all right. Just go back to your post, Sierra. I’ll talk to you later.”
Lamont opened the door for her and she walked out. Sierra turned around to say something else, but he closed the door in her face.
Chapter 3
India
Fraternal twins India and Asia Charles were gorgeous women, to say the least, and their names fit their facial features to a tee. India was an olive-complexioned beauty with long, dark hair and high cheekbones. Her prominent features also included her straight nose and prominent jawbone, bearing a strong resemblance to a black Pocahontas. Her twin, Asia, was the color of French vanilla ice cream, with a pie-shaped face and slanted eyes. With her jet-black hair and pink, pouty lips, she looked like an Asian princess.
Born and bred in Bedford-Stuyvesant, they were raised in poverty by a single mother. They could recall standing in long cheese lines with their mother, Khadijah, and playing with their bald Barbie dolls on the dirty floors of many welfare centers. On the other hand, Khadijah was always a hustler. She begged, borrowed, and stole from wherever and whoever to make sure that her daughters was taken care of. She also taught them never to trust men and to use them, if necessary. She taught them to use what they had to get what they wanted.
“Twins, y’all know that the game don’t change for no one,” Khadijah would say to her eleven-year-old girls while sitting at the kitchen table of their sparsely furnished Section Eight apartment on Jefferson Street. She would have a glass of Remy Martin in one hand and a Newport cigarette in the other.
“Y’all see your mama? I make sure that y’all have food on this table, clothes on your back, and a roof over your head. You wanna know how I do that?” Khadijah asked, taking a puff of the Newport and a sip of her drink. “I take, shake, and bake, if I have to.”
India, who was the spitting image of her mother and the more inquisitive twin, had a confused look on her face. “What is take, shake, and bake, Mommy?”
“I will take whatever I have to, I will shake my ass if I have to, and I will bake me a crack pie and sell it just to feed me and my babies if I have to. I don’t give a fuck about what I have to do to make sure that me and my babies are good, and you girls shouldn’t either. As for these triflin’ ass men out here? They ain’t good for nothin’ but some sex and some dollars. Love don’t live here anymore, babies,” Khadijah said, blowing smoke through her pointy nose.
India and Asia giggled. They loved when their mother talked like that. Not only did it make them knowledgeable before their time, but they incorporated their mother’s attitude through their adolescence and adulthood as well.
When they became teenagers, it was nothing for the twins to be in the streets as late as they wanted to be. Khadijah was their best friend, never giving them any boundaries. She treated her daughters as if they were her equal. The twins had no regards or respect for anyone else but their mother. They became superficial and materialistic, not knowing how to be anything else. Khadijah had raised them to be this way.
Although the Charles twins were two physically beautiful girls, they had character flaws. Their ghetto mentality and their incessant need for drama stunted their growth and maturity. They turned into refined thieves at fifteen, and then at eighteen, they began living it up by stealing the identities of innocent, hard-working people. They used this hustle to their advantage by hitting up department stores all over the East Coast and ruining the lives and credit of others.
During this time, they bypassed urban labels like Rocawear and Baby Phat, and opted for high-end designers, such as Marc Jacobs and Azzedine Alaïa. Asia and India committed these crimes with no thought of how it affected people, as long as they kept themselves decked out in the hottest couture items and kept their pockets lined with cash.
It was only after their best friend, Tamir, was murdered that they both decided that it was time for them to finally get their acts together or become a statistic. Tamir was found dead in Nassau County, Long Island, off Exit 18 on the Southern State Parkway. She had died at the hands of Tyquan Williams, a resident thug, who eventually met his own demise a month or two after Tamir’s death.
Surprisingly, the twins’ mother was equally spooked by Tamir’s murder, and finally came to her senses. She decided that she didn’t want to lose her daughters to the streets. After this scare, and at the beckoning of Khadijah, the twins made the decision to turn their lives around. India and Asia decided to take a few civil service tests for city jobs.
The first one to call them was the New York City Department of Correction, and they happily accepted the positions of correction officers. Even the Charles twins had to laugh at the irony of the career path that they chose. The only question was did they really change for the better? Only time would tell.
India sat in the spacious living room of the two-bedroom apartment she shared with Asia. While she sat on the couch, painting her toenails, Asia stepped out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her curvaceous body.
