Disposable Teens

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Warning: explicit content

God      damn      right      you      should      be      scared      of      me

THEN

"Harley Anne Jack, where do you think you're going?" Steel asked with authority. Harley spun on her heels and placed a slender hand over her heart.

"Who? Me?" She asked breathily. Bik, who was watching the exchange with amusement from the shadows let out a small laugh. Harley heard him and caught sight of him hiding by a pillar. He held a finger to his lips and Harleys gaze slid away quickly.

"Yes, you. I don't care if it's your second month here, you know the routine. It's bedtime, has been for ten minutes. Get your ass to your cell before I fry your tiny brain out of that pretty little head of yours." Steel threatened and Harley held up her hands.

"Ain't no harm done. I was just taking a stroll. I'll be off now." She turned away and a smile fought its way onto her lips.

"Miss Jack!" Steel called out after her. Harley stopped but didn't turn around. "You may be the youngest we've ever had in this here institute, but don't think for a second that you will be treated any different. Everyone in here is here for the same reason." Steel took a couple of steps towards Harley. "You're all sick, you're all twisted and you're all crazy. You will be treated as such." Steel warned, trying to draw an emotion out of Harley that wasn't amusement but to avail.

"I would expect nuttin' less." Harley smiled brightly. At this point, Steel was beyond infuriated. No matter how hard she tried, she could not intimidate Harley Anne Jack. Steel grit her teeth as Harley gave a little wave and skipped away, whistling.

"I know what you're trying to do." A voice she knew so well informed her from behind. She let out a long breath and turned around.

"Hello Rogers." She acknowledged Bik with a small incline of her head. Bik Rogers smirked and run his large hands up Steels chubby arms.

Like a child's.

"Why so stressed?" He whispered seductively and circled Steel, who relaxed into his familiar touch.

Feel her.

"The new inmate frustrates me to no end. She's-"

"What has she done to you?" Bik pouted and trailed his fingers up Steels arms and across her back, dropping to her behind and squeezing once before trailing down the other arm. Steels breath hitched but she didn't answer.

Get her.

"Exactly. Sharon, you need to relax." He whispered into her ear and bit her earlobe once she shivered. Regaining confidence, Steel backed her behind into Biks hips and ground onto him. She grabbed the back of his neck with her hand and tilted her head back so she could kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back harshly.

Taste her.

"I can help you relax." He whispered against her mouth and slowly lowered one of his hands to the front of her navy blue work pants. She moaned back and he teasingly rubbed her with his index finger. Her eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back against his chest, trying to contain her moans. Oh how she had missed his touch. It had only been days since the last time they had hid away together, but she was already aching for him. He walked backwards carefully until he could lean against a pillar that supported the roof of the mess hall and continued rubbing the front of Steels pants.