CHAPTER ONE

MYSTRO

3 MONTHS EARLIER

 

Mystro placed both hands on each one of Breezy’s ass cheeks as she licked around her asshole like an ice cream cone. Her stomach lay flat on the bed with her ass high in the air as Mystro went to work.

Breezy was so turned on her pussy dripped in anticipation. It felt better than amazing, and she wished the moment lasted forever.

Mystro decided to stop teasing her and fully engulfed her clit. She sucked it hard and then softer from the back which sent chills all over Breezy’s body. When she let out a moan, Mystro knew she was on the verge of cumming.

“Turn that ass over.” Mystro instructed as Breezy obeyed. This was her playground, and she was in complete control.

Feeling the moment, Breezy turned onto her back with her legs spread open.

The perfect view.

Mystro took in her body first before she made a move. She certainly looked good enough to eat. She looked down into Breezy’s eyes and then, when she was ready, lowered her head.

Breezy grabbed her ankles and anticipated feeling Mystro’s tongue again.

She didn’t disappoint.

Mystro placed her warm mouth over her pussy and softly licked her clit. Breezy’s body heated up and she knew her orgasm was quickly approaching.

Mystro knew it too.

She could feel her body vibrating.

Suddenly, without warning, Mystro placed her right hand up around Breezy’s throat and began to squeeze. As she choked her neck, she stiffened her tongue and sucked her clit to ensure that she would cum hard.

Breezy was in ecstasy.

On the brink of her nut, Breezy moaned and gripped Mystro’s braids.

Mystro didn’t stop.

She continued her oral attack until she felt Breezy’s cum saturate her tongue.

In between the tongue flips, she looked up to catch Breezy’s face because she loved how she bit down on her lip when she came hard. But instead of Breezy, she saw her ex-girlfriend Church’s face.

Mystro jumped up frightened, not knowing what was happening.

There was a devious look in her eyes. Church lay there and motioned with her index finger for Mystro to come back and finish.

Mystro shook her head to try and make Church disappear.

She didn’t.

Instead, Church started laughing and playing with her pussy.

Mystro was having an out of body experience. Slowly she backed up and looked around the room and noticed a body lying on the floor.

Where was she?

What was happening?

She slowly approached it.

When she stood over top of the body, she was looking down at Breezy’s face who appeared to be dead. She had blood coming from a bullet wound in her chest. And looked grayed over.

Mystro fell forward and grabbed Breezy’s face before letting out a loud scream.

When she felt her heart trip, as her mind returned to reality, she jumped up out of bed.

She was having a nightmare.

Relieved, she flopped back down on the bed and fell onto her back. She was trying to catch her breath while she wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck.

As Mystro tried to calm herself, she ran her hand through her short curly hair and observed her surroundings.

Her eyes rolled all over her cell before they settled on her celly’s bunk above her. Reality hit hard. She remembered exactly where she was, still in prison for killing her cheating ex-girlfriend.

Almost a year ago, Mystro walked in on her ex, Church, while she fucked her boyfriend in Mystro’s apartment. She shot her and for that crime she was locked up.

Her world destroyed.

While still trying to gather herself, Mystro smelled the foul scent of her cellmate, Logan’s, fart that seemed to take over the tiny space.

She put her t-shirt over her nose and got out of her bunk. Slowly, she walked over to the mirror attached to the sink and stared at her reflection.

Her eyes roamed over her face and down to the tattoo on her chest. She shook her head at the fact that it displayed Church’s name surrounded by angel’s wings and realized how it looked like a remembrance tat. Why hadn’t she noticed that before now.

She shook her head and decided that the first chance she got, she would have it covered up. She didn’t need any more reminders of that broad.

“Never again.” Mystro said to herself softly while she looked in the mirror.

“You the one let a hoe get in your head and get you fucked up.” Logan said groggily to her from her bunk. She swung her long red braids out of her face.

Logan was a white girl who shared Mystro’s cell. She was short and thick with a huge personality.

Mystro focused on her. “Slim, I ain’t ask for your opinion. And what the fuck you been eating? You got our whole house smelling like chitterlings.”

Logan laughed and ignored her comment. Because she wasn’t about to hold her gas for no one. “I told you these bitches ain't shit! If you keep letting them, they will fuck your head up every time.”

“Leave it, Lo.”

“Let me ask you something, how come you never try to have fun? I mean I know we up in this bitch locked up, but you gotta make the best of this shit.”

“Logan, we ain’t at summer camp and I ain’t here for all that. The only thing I’m focused on is my appeal. I’m trying to get out of here and regain a sense of peace. In the meantime, I'm doing what’s in front of me and keeping my head down.”

“But I’m–.”

“Fun ain’t in the equation for me.” Mystro schooled. “Ain’t nothing about my circumstance or life fun.”

“My, that time will be a lot harder and a lot longer if you don't find a way to get through it.”

Mystro looked down.

“You know I can get my hands on whatever you need so take advantage.” Logan continued. “Nothing is too big or too small. If you want McDonald's, I got you. I know you like books, I can get ‘em, but figure out something. Trust me, you're gonna need it.”

Mystro took a brief pause and chose her words carefully. “I appreciate the advice; I really do but don't worry ‘bout me. I'm gucci.”

“That’ll be a little harder, but I can get you that too.” Logan laughed.

Mystro shook her head.

Suddenly, they heard a loud buzzing sound and the cell door popped unlocked and a guard pushed the door open.

“Mason, it's time to head out.” C.O. Michael said as he stepped inside the cell.

“Okay, here I come.” Mystro grabbed her toiletries and bath towel and headed out the door with the guard.

“I meant to tell you; I like the haircut. Looks good on you. My wife wants to cut her hair but I’m not with it. No way is she gonna walk around looking like no dyke.” C.O. Michael stated before he cut his eyes to Mystro. “No offense.”

Mystro didn’t say anything as the two continued to walk down the quiet hallway.

She was certainly a Dom of few words.

It was early in the morning and all the inmates were still locked in their cells.

Mystro worked in the kitchen, and she had to prep the food before chow time. Although Mystro dreamed of being a chef, cooking for hundreds of prisoners was not what she had in mind.

She made a mental note the next time she envisioned her goals in life she had to be more specific.

“I really didn’t mean anything by that, Mason. My fault.” C.O. Michael continued feeling bad about his comment.

“Nah, it’s cool.” She said with furrowed eyebrows.

“Uh, so what's on the menu for this morning?” He asked, placing a hand on his protruding stomach.

“Same old shit, powdered eggs, frozen potatoes, breakfast meat, and toast. I'll be so glad when we get the new kitchen order so I can add some variety.”

“Oh nah, from what I’ve seen you do, you know how to whip up fire from scraps. Some of the meals you come up with in here taste better than shit I get on the outside.” C.O. Michael confessed.

“Thank you, man. I really appreciate that.”

“No problem. So, where’d you learn to cook that good?” He asked as they continued to the destination.

“I had a dream of being a chef. But when I landed in here, it appeared that my dream would never come true. It’s real funny how things come to fruition, especially when you have time on your hands, literally.”

C.O. Michael chuckled.

“I never got a chance to go to culinary school, but I spent hours looking up classes and taught myself a lot.”

“Yeah, but to run the kitchen here I know you needed experience so how’d you swing it?”

“You right, the warden wasn’t trying to let me cook at all, but I begged him to let me whip up something for a taste test and after a few no’s, he let me in the kitchen.” Mystro said happily.

“Oh, ok. I did hear about a meal you cooked up for him when I started working here. Your legend preceded you.” He confessed.

“Yep! I knew I only had one shot, so I hit the kitchen and immediately rushed the pantry and refrigerator to see what I had to work with. I grabbed several items and when my raid was over, I had whipped up Shrimp Alfredo Pasta with garlic bread.”

“Bullshit, Mystro.” C.O. Michael said as he laughed. “You made that with the shit in this kitchen?” He pointed out in front of them.

Mystro became sullen, as she thought about the time before that when she last made the dish for Church in the apartment they shared together.

C.O. Michael noticed her sudden mood change. “Come on, man tell me, how’d you make that type of dish here?”

Mystro wiped her hand down her face and continued. “Uh well, since it’s prison, I had to make my alfredo sauce from scratch using canned milk, butter, garlic salt and parmesan cheese. I used spaghetti noodles that were in the pantry and my shrimp had to come out of a can from commissary. I got peppers to add from a frozen bag of mixed veggies. Instead of having a fresh garlic baguette, I had to toast white sandwich bread, added melted butter and sprinkled garlic salt over it.”

“Damn!” C.O. Michael stated. “Where was I?” He chuckled.

“After he ate that, the job was mine.” Mystro said with zero enthusiasm.

“Well, I know I’m impressed. I would love to see how you come up with my favorite meal.” He said dry begging.

“Just tell me what it is and I’ll do what I can.” Mystro stated.

C.O. Michael smiled, “Ok, we’ll see.”

 

 

Showered and dressed in fresh prison whites, Mystro walked to the door to look out into the cafeteria. She was different now, no longer the sucker for love ass lesbian she had been before. She just wanted to do her time, cook and work towards getting out.

Truthfully, the only thing that brought a smile to her face these days was being able to cook.

She reflected on the events that led her to where she stood presently.

Her thoughts periodically moved to the past, and now was no different.

She was in a semi-crowded courtroom standing and waiting for the verdict to be read when her friend, who she and her best friend, Native affectionately nicknamed, Baby Dom, stood up and blurted out that she killed Grover Lawrence.

The courtroom erupted in a roar as Judge Tredall banged his gavel to regain order. After court quieted down, he instructed the bailiff to remand Baby Dom to the holding cell and called for a brief recess.

After the outbreak and newfound revelation, the judge ordered a retrial.

Mystro had to go through the whole thing all over again, but this time, minus the charge of Grover’s murder.

She was convicted of second-degree murder for the killing of Church Oliver and was sentenced to ten years with parole eligibility after five.

Mystro shook the past away and looked out at the food service line of inmates, the last thing she wanted to be doing in prison was not be paying attention. One thing Logan told her when she first got there was to watch her surroundings, always.

When she looked up from the line and back out into the hallway, she saw wall to wall inmates, but it was one, in particular, that snatched the breath out of Mystro’s lungs.

And although they went way back, she lowered her head and pretended they did not.