Chapter 498: Dream Job?
Jill hands were gentle as she rubbed Laz’s body. It seemed like as opposed to when she washed his back, she was much more subdued washing the front of him. Perhaps you’ve never had someone wash you before, but it is usually either exceptionally cold and impersonal or something that is sexually charged, but there is the middle ground which is something soft sweet and innocent.
Right now, that’s what Laz was experiencing and it brought him a kind of pleasure that wasn’t sexual in nature despite being stimulating.
Working her way down, she washed Laz’s neck and shoulders, then his chest and sides. She then skipped his waist and washed his legs and feet, all the while she never once looked Laz in the face.
Laz started to think she was going to skip the other parts, but she surprised him with that, returning after washing his lower half.
Her hands were soft and smooth, rubbing the soapy lather into his waist and moving down, tracing the lines of muscle on his body until she reach his rod which was still hanging limp, him having maintained his composure up until this point.
That changed quickly as she used both hands to lift it and stroke it, working her way up and down, rubbing the tip with vigor before using long strokes to work it up and down. She even took the time to wash his pouch underneath, her hands as delicate as if she was handling a newborn.
Once she was satisfied with that, she then made her way back up, getting more soap on her hands while working it up and down in a rhythmic fashion.
"Uh... I uh... I think it’s good," Laz said as his stiff member was now fully erect. Despite that, she didn’t yield. Instead, for the first time the entire shower, she looked up at him, her eyes a mixture of eagerness and determination.
While they stared at each other, their eyes locked, Jill continued her work, her hands gripping harder and harder as her speed increased.
"If you... keep going..."
"I know..." She whispered, her voice as soft as a spring breeze.
With that, nothing more was said. They continued to stare at each other until Laz finally felt himself give in and release, his hot load landing on her face.
Even then, she didn’t stop looking at him and instead smiled as though she had just engaged in a fight and emerged victorious.
"Why?" Laz asked as he braced the wall to keep himself upright.
"Is that what you should be saying?" Jill asked playfully while wiping off her face by running it under the hot water.
"Thank you?" Laz said, unsure.
Jill didn’t say anything else but did laugh, a sweet gentle laugh.
Then, without a thought to Laz, she washed her hair and her body before getting out of the shower, the smile never leaving her face.
Laz then rinsed off whatever soap was left and got out himself, still confused.
Later that night as he lay in bed with Jill cuddled up next to him, he stared at the ceiling, his head still full of thoughts.
"I needed to do this..." Jill said, her voice no longer a whisper, but firm and resolved.
"You needed to jerk me off in the shower?" Laz asked, before he thought better of it.
Jill punched him in the side and then grabbed her hand as pain shot thought it.
"Ouch.."
"Don’t lie. That didn’t hurt you," Jill said, still cradling her hand.
"No. But I was worried you’d do something worse if I didn’t act like it did?"
"Back to your question. It’s been... stopping me... I feel like I’m stuck right now." Jill said, not making much sense.
"What is?"
"My... getting stronger. I can’t get stronger... or at least I couldn’t. I felt like... in the past, I felt like I was weak, very weak. And because of that, things happened to me, things I couldn’t control. I still feel weak and I’m afraid that one day... I might end up stuck in that basement again... and then.. it will start and I’ll be, like I can’t stop it. I can’t free myself. And... my other side, she protected me. But she was always the one getting hurt and I don’t want her to get hurt anymore. I don’t... I won’t let her. She kept me safe while all I could do was cry myself to sleep at night. I felt the pain, but I didn’t take the hit, she did. And I don’t want to do that to her again. I want to be strong. But when it comes to stuff like that... I can’t face it. I couldn’t. It.... But I need to. Otherwise I will just be this weak excuse for a person for the rest of my life. And she said not to rush it, but she always tries to protect me and you.. You’re the only one I can trust. So... if it was you... No. It had to be you... And I know I’m just rambling and not making much sense and I’m sorry...."
"No. NO. Don’t apologize. You never, and I mean never, have to apologize to me. Ok? I can’t imagine what it was like for you but if there is any way I can help you or share your burden, I will. I promise." Laz said, wiping the tear from Jill’s cheek as she embraced him harder.
"Then... just hold me, ok?" Jill’s voice was weak again having grown soft after having almost broken into tears.
"Of course. I will be right here!"
JIll fell asleep pretty quickly after that as she felt Laz next to her.
Her hair then went black and when she opened her eyes, she noticed they were black as well.
"Thank you."
"I mean it, but not just to her. If there is something I can do, just let me know?"
"I will." Dark Jill put her hand on Laz’s bare chest and gently ran her fingers up and down it, enjoying the feel of his skin.
Before long, she was asleep as well.
What Laz didn’t know was that this was the first time since they had been rescued that both of them actually slept at the same time. Normally, if one was asleep, the other was awake.
It was a result from them working together for so long so that they would never be caught unaware of what was happening to them.
...
Laz drove to the prison, secure in his new identity. As for how he looked, it was basically the same except for a few features. His hair had been cut and was a much lighter shade, almost being white. His skin was also darker thanks to his abilities in his Asura form. As it turned out, working with it a little bit at a time allowed him to control parts of it as opposed to the whole thing. He was also a bit taller thanks to some special shoes he was wearing and had glasses on. His body was also covered in his natural tattoos, but only on his arms, chest and back. And instead of being continuous, they were instead in sections, looking like they had been done at different times.
On the whole, he looked like an older gentleman with very young looking features. Nothing was drastically changed but added all together and unless someone had seen him in his Asura form and his normal form and then super imposed them on each other, no one would ever know it was him.
In fact, when he was leaving in the morning after shifting, Jill couldn’t believe it when she saw it.
Driving up to the massive iron gate, Laz rolled down his window as the gate guard spoke out of the com located on the drivers side.
"Name and reason for visit?"
"Nathan Cross, reporting for my first day of work. They told me to use the front entrance today for verification purposes?" Laz said back.
"Right. Roll your window down completely and look directly at the blue lens on the com unit,"
Laz did as he was asked and saw the light emit that scanned his face from top to bottom. Knowing that this would happen, Laz was able to keep a calm head, but there was still a slight bump in his heart beat since he didn’t know if everything would be as simple as he was promised.
Although the guards registered the spike, it was so small that it was considered normal for those on their first day.
"Everything checks out Mr. Cross. Welcome to The Reformation Institute." The guard said and opened the gate, the huge steel door separating in two before retreating back into both sides of the entrance.
Driving in, Laz noticed the guard unit was not near the door, stationed down the road a ways in a fortified tower, one that Laz had seen from the road but didn’t think it was for the door. In fact, this entire side of the prison had a stone wall on the outside, while the sides and back of the place still had fences. Looking out though, Laz noticed that there was construction going on as it seemed like the stone wall was still being built, slowly replacing the fence.
As Laz drove his near the tower as that was where the road ran by, the door opened and two armed guards walked out, standing in front of the barricade that blocked his car.
"Nathan Cross?" One of the guards asked when Laz had driven up and rolled down his window.
"Yeah, but call me Nate!" Laz said, reaching out a hand.
The guard addressing him shook it while the other walked around to the back.
"We just need to check the car. Standard procedure. Normally you’ll use the other entrance where they have scanners for the guards. But since it was said it would ruin the esthetic of the entranceway, they refuse to install any here so we have to do it by hand."
"That just seems like a pain in the ass," Laz said, getting out of the car and popping open the trunk. The guard talking to Laz nodded as he used something that almost looked like a hand cannon to scan the car from back to front while the other guard who hadn’t said a word looked in the trunk and then scanned it with his own scanner.
"Agreed. But considering what they pay us, who are we to complain?" The guard said, after finding nothing unusual on his piece. The other guard closed the trunk after his scan and nodded to the first guard who fit the unusual looking device back in it’s holster on his hip.
"Alright. You’re all clear. Make your way up the left road at the fork and report to the desk. They will guide you to the orientation," the guard then said before he turned around to leave.
"The left of the fork? According to the welcome packet, I was suppose to go to the right of the fork?" Laz asked, slightly confused. Since he had memorized the information he had been sent and it had been true to the letter so far, he was wondering if this was just one of those misinformation things.
"Well, I’m not too sure myself as you would normally go right. But I had orders handed down this morning that said when you got here to go that way. I do have an idea why though..." The guard said as he turned back to face Laz.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. They are lacking guards on the women’s side of the prison. The guards are all women and that’s part of the problem considering how dangerous the prisoners are. Basically, it’s hard to find women who qualify. I’m guessing they are assigning you to that area due to your age being uh... older than the average age of guards. I’m assuming that they feel that with your age, you’ll be better controlled than the younger ones who normally apply for this line of work. Good luck!"
The guards retreating inside, closing the door before Laz could asked anymore questions, knowing he had a schedule to keep.
Laz just stood there for a minute taking in what this meant.
"Wait... I’m going to be working as a guard in a women’s prison?"
Laz had a really, really bad feeling about this.
