Officer Murphy walked along the tier past the row of cells looking in on the sleeping
inmates that occupied the holds. Her inspection continued until she eventually crossed in
front of one that held an inmate who was very much awake inside. She stopped walking and
closed in on the bars to get a better look inside. She looked past the menacing rod
jutting up from the waistline of the individual lying on the lower bunk; past the fist
pumping up and down over the solid projection until she caught a glimpse of the bright
white beard flaring out all around the lower portion of his face.
“Hey in there,” she said, tapping on the bars with the baton that she was armed with.
The rough grunting noises inside of the cell dimmed a bit as he looked her way. “Don’t
you think it’s a little late for all of that?”
The hand that he worked over his member with slowed as he looked over in her direction.
“Why yes. Yes it is. Any chance that I could interest you in helping to put a speedy end
to this fiasco?”
She just grinned and gave a little chuckle. “You’re that crazy doctor guy, aren’t you?
The one that they busted for trying to get the whole town snickered off your bootleg
hooch. Dr. Stuffin-whatever.”
“That’s Stuffinfuzz!” he fumed. “Dr. Stuffinfuzz. And I believe I managed to save a
drop or two for you. So whadoyasay?”
“I don’t think so, Doc,” the guard said back to him. “So why don’t you just finish up
your business and call it a night already.”
Watching her walk away, Stuffinfuzz let out a frustrated grunt and began pounding his
fist again. He turned his eyes up to the array of photographs that he had plastered
underneath the mattress above him. They were all lewd and scandalous shots of his
faithful nursing assistant, Connie Lingus; sent to him by his cohort who was, at present,
still on the run from the authorities. Dr. Stuffinfuzz let his eyes run rampant over the
images until he produced a loud grunt and pulled up the first pulse of fluid from his
tool.
***
The lights went out on the tier of his cell block again and Dr. Stuffinfuzz once again
found himself on his back in that retched cell staring up at his gallery featuring Nurse
Lingus. It didn’t take long for the spread to see to his pants tightening around his
waist, and with no other means with which to deal with the extreme discomfort he opted for
his only means of relieving the stress and momentarily calming the strain.
Just like clockwork, Dr. Stuffinfuzz was halfway through his business when he noticed
her moving shadow come sweeping across his cell floor. His eyes drifted over to the bars
of his cell where he found Officer Murphy gracefully stepping by, rubbing the fingers of
one of her hands from one bar to the next.
“Well hello, Officer,” Dr. Stuffinfuzz said to her. “Come to tuck me in?”
“If that’s what you’d like,” she stopped and replied in a sultry voice that he hardly
recognized from the overseer. “But I would have thought that maybe you would have been in
the mood for some other…service.”
Stuffinfuzz slowed the fist pounding his staff. “Then you would have thought right,” he
said.
Hoping to test the boundaries of the night’s good fortune, he slowly climbed up to his
feet and moved over towards the bars. Much to his surprise she hadn’t made a single move
to abandon him there as he would have expected. Instead, she just stood there and awaited
his arrival, her tongue slowly stroking across her lips as her eyes remained lock on the
stiff member that was leading him.
“Now…,” the doctor said as he reached up and wrapped his fingers around the ones that
she had wrapped around the bars. “…exactly what sort of…service are we talking about?”
Officer Murphy stared at the white haired man standing in front of her and flashed him a
wicked grin as she eased her fingers from his grip and reached down for one of the
attachments on her belt. She removed a small plastic vial from the holster and flipped up
the lid. The sinister sneer spread across Dr. Stuffinfuzz’s white bearded face suddenly
beamed out that much brighter when he felt her grip an underhanded hold on his straining
rod and begin smothering it in an oily solution. He was absolutely beside himself with
glee, and when her hands went to slowly stroking him he cringed with the fear that this
might all very well be apart of some stress induced dream.
Another officer approached them at the bars. Dr. Stuffinfuzz lifted his eyes to get a
look at the person moving in behind Officer Murphy’s back and thought that he might pass
out from the sheer shock when he got a clear look at her face.
“I thought you might enjoy a break from the photos tonight,” the female officer said as
she leaned in next to Officer Murphy’s ear and placed her hands down on her shoulders.
Only this officer was anything but. It was all that Dr. Stuffinfuzz could do to keep
from erupting with a blaring bout of laughter as he stared into the face of his faithful
assistant, Nurse Lingus. She reached down and grabbed hold of the officer by the hips.
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