Chapter 1
Doctor Patient Privileges Book 1
(Fair warning I know fuck all about prison life)
Mature 18+
© Copyright<>Petra Y Cooper
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Chapter 1
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I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling fan counting the spins, anything to take my mind off the day ahead. My gut filled with dread and my body felt heavy like a ton of lead. My alarm screamed right by my head like I got a wink of sleep I threw my sheet off it was the end of summer the muggiest part of the year. I took a deep breath before forcing myself out of bed and under a cold shower. If it weren’t for my “disappearing” act (moving out), I wouldn’t be so desperate for this job I would continue looking somewhere else but then it would have taken longer for me to start up a new practice I joined this Care Group that had all of us on rotation between different government facilities that offered mental health services. My first rotation on my first day was a men’s prison. I really started to believe I had some pretty shitty luck. But I couldn’t go back where I started or I’d end up in prison myself no I had to pull up my big girl thong and move beyond what they thought I was, a weak pushover that I was a failure (only in their eyes because I wouldn’t live their plan for me). I did my skincare routine rubbing my favorite oils and body butter all over me trying to pamper myself a little to lift my spirits. How should I dress I don’t want to look stuffy and unapproachable, yet I don’t want to be too revealing.
Four outfits lay on the bed I settled on a royal blue two-piece pencil skirt suit a cream lace button up and tan pumps. Pulling my curls in a slick back low bun. I was so tense when I told my mother about the job, I landed for an hour she filled my head with different scenarios of me being beaten, raped, or murdered and my heart had been thundering for two days straight because of it (As I a psychiatrist you’d think I would be able to protect myself against my mother’s mental warfare). I guess if I were going to die, I’d die cute unless they ripped the clothes off of me. But I had to admit the dark side of me was curious what these men were like. Every man I’ve ever dealt with was in all counts perfect on paper fake goodie-to-shoes preppy and full of themselves who barely even speed when driving but had no problems doing lines of coke off strippers during “business meetings”. I shook my head and slapped my face that would never happen you just haven’t been on a date in a while. I chanted to myself no nasty thoughts about convicts. I guess when I’m more settled I could date more. It was time to go I took a deep breath before stepping out of my townhouse.
o
It was lights on and I was staring at the top bunk another fucking day here another day to be on guard another day of terrible food of the gut-wrenching loneliness that has been creeping up more and more lately. The missing pieces of family and a significant other.
“Time to get up Camillo”
“Yeah, yeah Corelli I’m getting up.”
He jumps down from the top bunk stretching. That was another thing that kept me up the last few nights the kid I had been protecting had maybe six months to a year or more to serve than I did, and I feared he wouldn’t make it on his own. My mind has been working overtime to get him early release since he’s been a model prisoner. But the Warden was a hard ass at times.
“Breakfast time.”
He smiled the poor kid was in here for assault and robbery that was what everyone knew but the truth he cried to me one night after I saved him from becoming someone’s bitch was his brother let him take the fall. His big brother is the one who is supposed to protect him. But he feared his brother more than these walls and bars and went along after a good beating. I scrubbed my hand over my face. I had four others I was cool with on the inside, but they weren’t the saving type unless there was something in it for them. If it were my boys on the outside the guys I grew up with, they would take care of him just as I did. And finally, the cells were open, and we made our way out.
After breakfast CO Kaiser came over to me to let me know my psych evaluations would start today.
“Hey, Kaiser is there any way Denny could start his today too?”
“I would have to speak to the Warden.”
“Could you? I mean the kid won’t survive here without me.”
He gave me a knowing look. He was one of the few decent COs here. He was tough and strict but the most respected, even more so because he didn’t abuse his power or position. And he seemed to have clued in that the kid was innocent but there was no evidence to help him and then there was his confession. He led me to the clinic and chained me to a table in the room. It felt like I waited for hours, but then she walked in, my heart raced, and blood rushed white noise surrounding me as I tried to come to grips shaking my head.
“I’m sorry what.”
And then she smiled.
v Veronica
“I said Good morning I’m Dr. Kross.”
He blinked repeatedly before swallowing hard. I walked in sitting across from him pulling out my files.
“Inmate 16236-253.”
“Ah yes, ma’am I’m Alessandro Camillo.”
Wow, wow, wow he looked gorgeous from across the room close-up he was trouble and not just the convict thing. He had the kind of looks that would make even a nun drop her panties and beg for forgiveness just WOW! No, Veronica down girl down. This is your new job your career you can’t risk it all for some random man no matter how fione he was but Jesus motherfucking Christ, Goddess, Lilith whatever deity created this man. He was tall and muscular but not in that off-putting way that would make you terrified but enough to show you he meant business and his green eyes the depths warm and filled with wisdom and kindness. He was as out of place here as I was in my parent’s picture-perfect world two sore thumbs the oddities of society. I probably wasn’t his type anyway.
“According to your file, you were convicted of involuntary manslaughter, correct?”
He looks away pain, shame, anger, and regret cross his face I wonder what exactly the emotions were for.
“Yes ma’am”
“Please don’t call me ma’am Dr. Kross will be fine for now I’m not that old.”
He nods
“And you’re up for early release, correct?”
“Yes, Dr. Kross.”
His voice was so deep and the tone he used gave me goosebumps. This was going to be difficult.
oAlessandro
I adjusted in my seat I’d done everything not to think of women regularly it was just tormenting but she had a perfectly proportionate hourglass shape, toned long legs her blazer wrapped around her breast that would overflow in my hands, and I had rather larger hands. Her, skirt fit so perfectly like it was a second skin. God, what I wouldn’t do to lay her across this table and make her scream my name. Focus Alessandro your freedom is on the line.
“What happened the day of the incident?”
I hated talking about this
“It’s in my file isn’t it.”
I flinched at my tone and attitude, but she made no reaction.
“Well, let us start with something simpler. What are your thoughts on finally getting out?”
I stiffen
“Well, of course I’m worried, but my cellmate is my biggest stress now.”
She cocked an eyebrow
“Your cellmate? And why is that?”
“Well, he came in almost eight months after I did, and I’ve been protecting him for the last three and a half years he’s barely 20 and he has maybe 6-18 months left.”
She was surprised but she hid it quickly.
“I see. Has he been a model prisoner as well?”
“Yeah, that boy has been my shadow he’s kept his nose clean, but there’s been certain groups that have kept their eyes on him. Of course, no one knows how much time I might have left but I feel the clock ticking.”
“Is there no one else to help him out?”
“Not like I have. Of course, he is innocent and naive enough to befriend someone he thinks might be his next protector but that’s how they get a lot of the soft ones in here pretending to be cool and then. I’ve taught him what I could he could hold his own, but they will sneak him and then I don’t know. I’m hoping someone will speak to the warden on his behalf.”
v Veronica
Was he too good to be true? Was he faking to be good what if the kid needed to be free of him? No, no he doesn’t give me my hairs standing on end type of vibe. And I’ve always been good at detecting those types I learned early too early that they hide in plain sight, but they all had a tell.
“What else is on your mind?”
“Should I see my family or not?”
“And why are you unsure about that?”
“Well, it was my father and his best friend who were the “victims” in this. Even though I was doing it for my little sister no one came to my trails or to visit and I haven’t heard from my sister in little over a year now.”
His knee bounced under the table the movement causing the chain at his ankle to rattle.
“And what about friends or a girl out there?”
Crap I hope he doesn’t notice this was my own personal curiosity.
“Yeah, I have friends as far as the girl I had before I went in here.”
He shrugged, which I guess meant he might have lost contact with her also.
“And of course, there’s the matter of a job.”
He squeezed his eyes shut leaning his head back, his cheeks puffed as he held in a breath. He let it out harshly before speaking again.
“I literally graduated from grad school a month before the incident but who will hire a criminal even with a degree.”
I nodded writing my notes down, pretending not to notice the frustrated tear I saw slip away he wiped subtly but quickly the pain in his voice was more than evident that timing was his biggest trigger. Often wondering “what if” or where he would be right now. One small mistake, one split-second decision can destroy your whole world burning everything in its wake.
“What was your degree in?”
“Biochemistry.”
I gasped, and he smirked. He was like two different people in one, his tattoos, the fighting, and his childhood neighborhood represented one side, the way he spoke, his education, and the way he carried himself were like a 180. He was the perfect contradictory mess I loved to sink my teeth into when I studied patient studies in school. He was more than surface level, and he didn’t hide it too much which was interesting. I liked complicated and different. I liked the depth.
oAlessandro
I watched her as she carefully took notes, I was mad I showed emotions to her I usually kept my cool, but she felt like comfort her voice washed over me like slipping into a hot shower after a long winter day shoveling snow and you were frozen to the bone. I had been so cold the more time that passed here. I wanted to hold her close I cracked my knuckles my fingers itched to reach and touch her. The noise made her look up at me her amber eyes shone with so much thought and the faintest of emotion she was well guarded the only reaction was the funny gasp at what I worked hard for with many sleepless nights studying and focusing. My end, my goal in sight I was barely at the finish line, and it was snatched from me.
I wanted her, I wanted her badly I wanted to kiss those adorable dimples so deep they were visible even when she spoke, I wanted to see those full lips wrapped around my thick cock. I shifted in my seat again even with the emotions and conversation (Could you call it that) I’ve been solid as a rock I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited. She looked back down at her little notebook that I couldn’t really see biting her bottom lip as she focused making me groan. She looked up at me again.
“Are you alright?”
Her voice sounded concerned, but her eyes said otherwise. I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, I am you know...”
I picked up my hands waving my chained wrists
“…just a bit uncomfortable.”
She looked at them and then me nodding a small look of sympathy again masked quickly. We spent almost two hours in session before CO Roberts came for me. I hated that guy but then when I realized the time I hoped Denny was fine. He stood me up taking his time to unchain me trying to flirt with MY BABY. Whoa “my baby” I was out of my mind like she’d date me but then I saw it she was talking to him but eyeing the print that she caused even with Roberts present my dick was still very hard, and it made me smile I made it bounce for her. Her eyes went wide, and she bit her lip looking up at me I smiled before licking my lips and that was it the moment, we both knew one way or another I’d eventually be deep inside of her.
