Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Seven: Guards

Mac walked down the hallway away from Trisha and where Rick was getting it on with the nurse, Jessie. Since Lori declared the divorce and full custody of the kids, Mac felt like what Rick needed was a distraction. And what better distraction than the hot nurse? Jessie was hot, there was no doubt about that, but Mac wouldn't get with her. He wasn't a blonde guy. Besides, all the blonde women here were either annoying idiots of sluts. Or both.

"Hey, Rodriguez!" Speak of the devil.

Mac rolled his eyes and turned around, crossing his arms as he glared at Andrea Holden, who was glaring at him. Mac leaned against the wall while glaring at her. Andrea was by far the most annoying guard in this prison. Not only did she have the most annoying voice ever, she had slept with at least half of the prison, and it seemed like recently, Mac had been her next target. It was a wonder she still had her job.

"Yeah?" He demanded.

"Manners, Rodriguez." She warned. "You're supposed to be cleaning out the janitor closet and organizing it."

Mac shrugged. "Was on my way to do it."

Andrea nodded. "Then let's go."

"I can do it by myself." Mac muttered, straightening up. Great. He knew where this was going.

Andrea narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you want to be written up, Rodriguez? Huh? Does solitary confinement sound fun to you?"

Mac gritted his teeth. "No ma'am." He muttered reluctantly.

"Ok then. Now let's go." Andrea ordered, letting Mac lead the way to the janitor closet. Andrea was following him, and her boots clicked with each step. Mac knew he was going to regret this decision badly. He was just hoping that she had brought a condom. He didn't want to go raw dog with her. Who knew what diseases she had?

They made it to the janitor closet about five minutes later. Mac opened the door and walked in, leaving Andrea to shut it. He stood in the darkness for a moment until he felt her long nimble fingers wrapping around her shoulder. He mentally sighed. Just get it over with. She only does this once per guy.

Mac started unzipping his jumpsuit, hearing Andrea unbuttoning her guard shirt. Mac pushed his boxers down slightly, just enough to get himself out. He turned to Andrea, watching as she slowly disrobed herself. She bit her lip as he watched, but Mac wasn't even semi hard. He stood with his arms crossed in front of him, glaring at Andrea as she removed her bra, letting her beasts free. Mac was getting bored, and Andrea was trying to be sexy by teasing him, when all he really wanted was for this to be over with. Finally he took things into his own hands. He walked forward and smacked her hands out of the way, pulling her pants and undies down to her ankles. "Got a condom?" He asked.

Andrea bit her lip and leaned down, slowly digging through her pockets until she resurfaced with a blue foil pack. She tore it open with her teeth, smirking at him as she did so. She looked like she was about to roll it onto him, when she noticed how limp he was.

"Not very excited, are we?" She muttered, glaring at him.

Mac shrugged. "You took way too long gettin' undressed." He lied. In truth, Andrea didn't turn him on in the slightest. She was an annoying termite who loved getting laid with the inmates.

Andrea pouted, then she reached down and took him into her hands, making him jump at the contact. She started stroking him, slow and steady. Mac closed his eyes, trying to think of something erotic. The girls at Red Canyon? Nah, seeing them when he was sobered up was disgusting. How could he have liked them when he was high and drunk? Maybe Jessie? No, that was Rick's bitch. The new girl, Trisha? She was kinda hot. He'd bang her. Plus she had a nice rack.

"Finally," Andrea muttered under her breath, and Mac opened his eyes. Sure enough, he was a little hard at the idea of Trisha's boobs. Andrea grabbed his hips and tugged him over, smirking as she pressed herself against the wall. Mac stood between her legs and took the condom from her hands, rolling it onto his dick before grabbing her thighs. All he wanted was for her to come so he could stop and actually clean the janitor closet.

He inserted himself into her, listening to her moan as he started pounding into her. Her moans echoed in his ear, and he didn't like hearing them. But what could he do to stop them? Kiss her? Oh fuck that. What diseases were in her mouth from how much cock she sucked? He could try covering her mouth with his hand, but she may get turned off and then this would never end. Looked like he was joust going to have to listen to this hooker moan. He pounded hard into her, listening to her gasping for breath and moaning. Her high pitched, slutty moans. He tried blocking them out as he pounded into her, listening to her gasping his name and feeling her nails ripping up his shoulders.

Finally, finally, he felt a tingling around his dick. He paused, letting her ride out her own orgasm before pulling out, dropping her to her feet and peeling the wet condom off of his limp shaft. He threw it into the little bucket and pulled his boxers back up while zipping his jumpsuit. Andrea, breathing heavily, started pulling her clothes on as well. Once Mac was situated, he flicked the lights on and moved over to the Windex storage, taking the clipboard off of the wall and counting the bottles. While he was doing that, Andrea came up behind him and slowly rubbed his shoulders, making Mac stiffen.

"That was fun." She purred. "Too bad you didn't enjoy it. It was really something."

Mac scoffed. "I don' like gettin' forced into it." He muttered grimly, adding a few tallies to the Windex storage.

Andrea was quiet. "Maybe now you know how that girl felt." She growled.

Mac stiffened as she said that. So Andrea knew about that. That fateful night where his life changed. The first time he tasted the meth was the same night he, as well as others, raped Regina. She was technically Mac's half sister, which, when Mac had found out, was disgusted. He wasn't proud of that moment or anything, and it had only been a one time thing. Until he tried again, and he was once again fucked up on drugs. That drug, though he loved and craved it, had ruined his life. Being sober for three years really changed his perspective on it. He knew he had made mistakes, he knew he deserved being in prison, hell a small part of him thought he could somehow get better. But it was a far fetched idea. He couldn't be a better person. How? How could he be a better person when he knew that if he ever got on parole, he'd go right back to Red Canyon to get more meth. And then he'd fuck more ugly bitches. He sometimes wondered how he could've been ok living like that? His house had been a trash heap, flies and moldy food laying around with his bug drawings on the walls. It was more of a horror house than it had been a home

Mac glanced over his shoulder at Andrea, glaring hard at her. "So?" He muttered.

Andrea scoffed. "'So'? Really? You raped a young woman. That's fucked up."

Mac growled. "Think I don't know that?" He demanded, turning around to fully face her. "You think I don't know that what I did was wrong? Do ya? Because I fuckin' know. Ya think I enjoyed rapin' my half sister?" He felt a fire burning inside him, and he couldn't hold his thoughts in any longer. "I know what I did was wrong, I regret every fuckin' second of it. It was bad, and I did a horrible thing. A horrible, selfish, disgustin' thing. Not to mention everyone that I've killed. You think I don't feel bad about it? You think I can sleep like a baby with their dead bodies runnin' through my head?"

By this point he was shouting, not even really realizing it. Andrea was standing against a wall, a bit of fear in her eyes, and it pissed Mac off. "I ain't a monster! I ain't a fuckin' monster anymore!" He roared, before turning around and storming out of the closet, only to come face to face with the last person her wanted to at that moment.

Jesus Rovia.