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Who Said Anything About Dating?	By : Daxx Category: +S through Z > Super Jail! Views: 2516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Superjail, Alice, or the Warden, they belong to Augenblick Studios. This is written purely for fun, and I make no money from this writing.

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- 1-Who Said Anything About Dating?
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Alice sat down heavily in the plush chair, sighing. In one hand she held a full tub of ice cream, in the other, a spoon. It wasn't like her to indulge in junk food – she had too keep her girlish figure, after all – but today was an exception, and sometimes a woman has to treat herself.

She leaned back in the chair, pried the lid from the container, and started to eat, recalling last night's events as she stared moodily across her quarters.

It wasn't the fact that the Warden's new Superbar – and the entire bottom floor of Superjail -- had flooded thanks to the escape efforts of the inmates that bothered her. Oh no. Alice loved any excuse to kick some ass, and didn't particularly care for the well being of any of the inmates, to be sure. Life would be far too boring without the chaos that frequently erupted in her odd home.

No, that wasn't it. It was her damn date. Was she really so bad, that he had opted for death rather than a night with her? None of them knew what they were missing, she kept telling herself. But then why did most of her “dates” end in a disturbingly similar manner? She always remained stoic, because to show weakness would not be a smart thing for a prison guard, especially a lady, to do. Still, she was growing increasingly...she hated to say it... desperate. She shovelled another giant spoonful of cheesecake flavoured ice cream into her mouth and hmphed moodily. The only kind of gratification she had had in months involved the punishment of prisoners, but that only went so far. She wanted someone to appreciate her.

Which was, as it seemed, easier said than done. She ate, fuming, until half of the ice cream was in her stomach, then stood and looked into the mirror. She looked at herself from different angles, lips pressed tightly together in frustration, before throwing open her closet and wrenching her gym clothes from their hangers.

Alice quickly changed and headed to the gym, stalking down the corridors and causing anyone she met along the way to slink against the wall and avoid eye contact with her. Skirting around a bucket and mop that had been left close the the entrance, she opened the door to the employee's gym with such force that it slammed against the back wall, but there was no one inside to startle. It seemed she was the only non-inmate who ever bothered with the facilities.

Filling her water bottle at the fountain and slinging a towel over her shoulders, she began her workout. As half an hour passed, it did little to ease her frustration. She looked up momentarily when she thought she heard someone by the door, but saw no one, and brushed it off as her imagination.

It was only when she stood next to the door to take a quick breather and a drink that she heard the bucket and mop outside tip to the floor with a loud clatter, and the sound of a very familiar voice cursing. Alice prided herself on her quick reflexes, and she darted around the door and reached out one burly arm to grab whoever was lurking behind the doorway.

She wasn't even slightly surprised when her hand closed around the collar of a purple suit, yanking back the light (compared to herself) form of the Warden. His boots dragged against the floor in a brief attempt to escape, and she forced him to turn and look at her. His frightened expression warped into a nervous smile, and his cheeks flushed red.

“Alice!” he said in a sickeningly sycophantic tone. “Fancy meeting you here...”

“Don't play dumb with me, Warden,” Alice growled, tightening her grip on his collar. “You were watching me.”

The Warden was briefly at a loss for words. Whether it was because Alice seemed to be disregarding his rank or the fact that he had been caught in the act, or both, was uncertain. His shocked dissolved into flabbergasted indignation.

“Www... watching?! No, I was just walking by...” The Warden's hand was nervously pushing against Alice's balled fist, which was still gripping his collar, but to no avail. “...I just tripped. Where do you get off making an accusation like that?”

Alice could take it no more. Despite her physical strength, she would have never dared to threaten the Warden in the past, but this was too much. It was just her luck that the only man in Superjail that took an interest in her was also one of the scrawniest, and quite possibly the most over emotional and cowardly, trumped only by that miserable Jared.

As she turned and started to stomp heavily back into the gym, dragging the Warden with her like a rag doll, she wondered briefly if he would somehow vanish into a rainbow coloured wormhole. He was certainly capable of such feats sometimes, though the full extent and source of his powers were unknown to everyone but the Warden, and maybe even the Warden himself. She had certainly seen him wind himself in physical peril with seemingly no means to get himself out of it other than crying like a coward for Jailbot or someone to help him. Alice assumed, from his vague attempts at struggling, that this was one of those situations. Either that, or he didn't really want to get away. Not yet, anyway.

“Funny you should talk about getting off,” Alice said casually as she dragged the Warden, who was now attempting to walk behind her, stumbling, into the bathroom behind the gym. “Because I have a feeling that's just what you were doing while you were out there spying on me.”

With a powerful flick of her arm, she flung him across the bathroom, where he rolled and landed with an “oof!” against the tiled wall. When he looked up at her, dragging himself to his feet, Alice wasn't sure if there was fear or excitement in his eyes. Before he could right himself fully, she stepped forward and knocked the hat from his head. Digging her fingers into his scalp, she got a firm hold on his thin black hair and yanked him upward, eliciting a very satisfying yelp of pain. She slammed him roughly against the wall, and as he sucked in a deep breath she knew exactly what was going to come out of his mouth.

“Jailbo—mmf!!” Alice quickly stifled his cry for help with her hand, knocking his head slightly against the wall.

“What's the matter, Warden?” she breathed, leaning forward until she could hear his panicked breathing whistling between her fingers. “I thought you wanted me? Was I wrong?”

She could see the gears working in his mind, and she slowly removed her hand.

“But...dating co-workers is against regulations..?”

“Who said anything about dating?” Alice said, and pressed her lips against the Warden's in a rough kiss. She could feel him paralyzed against her for a moment, but soon he was kissing her back, and his arms were snaking around her shoulders as he slumped against her with a vague hum.

Alice quickly grabbed his arms and pinned them against his sides, but he seemed little concerned, merely gazing at her with a dreamy expression, face flushed red.

“You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you, you little bastard?” she mused, and the Warden, far from insulted, only let his smile grow. Alice stared down at him in silence for a moment. Given her limited options, he would have to do for tonight.

“Turn around,” she ordered, and the Warden was quick to obey, facing the wall. Alice unslung the towel from around her shoulders and expertly tied his wrists together. She couldn't help but smirk to herself when he offered no protest, not even uttering a noise of surprise as he stood with his forehead leaning against the wall. When the knot was tied so tightly that the man would only be able to wiggle his fingers, she spun him around again, and he looked up at her with the same lustful, stunned expression.

Alice leaned forward and brought her mouth close to his ear. “You wanna make me happy?” she breathed, and listened to the Warden gulp.

“Yes...” he managed in a squeak, clearly not quite believing what he was hearing.

“Oh your knees, then,” Alice said, pulling her head back to look at him. He gaped at her briefly, confused by the order, though he obeyed and lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

It was when Alice slipped off her gym shorts and revealed the considerable bulge beneath them that the Warden started having second thoughts.

“What...what...what the hell, man!?” the Warden cried, springing to his feet. “Alice, you're --”

Alice's hand was quickly pressed over the Warden's mouth, and this time her grip was far less forgiving. “I'm a lady.”

With one hand still clamped over the bug-eyed Warden's mouth, the other grabbed a clump of his hair, tugging roughly. “I'm sure as hell going to enjoy this,” she growled. “So you might as well try, too, seeing as you don't have a choice.” She started to press down on his skull, and he kicked and struggled against her for a while before falling with a painful sounding crack to his knees.

Surprisingly, she knelt with him, tearing open his shirt without bothering with the buttons, which popped easily and flew in all directions. One hand resumed it's place pressed firmly over his mouth, while the other went to his chest, where she dug her nails deeply into the pale skin, dragging them down to his stomach and leaving four red trails. Her grip on his jaw tightened to better muffle his screech of pain.

“Maybe if I finally give you what you want,” Alice said to the now trembling Warden “you'll finally stop stalking me wherever I go and jacking off to my photo. Maybe in the future you'll listen to a woman the first time when she says no.”

She removed her hand from his mouth, and it seemed he knew better than to cry out again and earn himself further punishment. He merely leaned forward a bit to look at the trickles of blood running down his chest. When Alice brought a gentle finger to his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes, he flinched.

“I put men a lot bigger and tougher than you in their place for a living,” Alice said smugly. “So if you're having any thoughts of fighting back, by all means, give it a shot. Make this more fun for me.”

There was a long pause. Neither said a word. The Warden only stared, disbelieving.

“Too bad,” Alice finally said, and stood up, once again presenting the Warden with her considerable bulge. She grabbed his hair again, and this time there was no struggling as his face was brought forward, though he swayed a little to keep his balance with his hands so tightly bound. Alice took a moment to free herself.

“Well, come on,” she said. “I'm waiting. Or do I have to hurt you a little more?”

The Warden gulped. “It's just kind of a surprise, you know?” he said, looking up at her, perhaps trying to stall.

“What?” Alice said, feigning offence. “Don't like me any more?”

“I-I-I just don't think I would be very good at this! You know, I don't really know what I'm doing!”

“Hm. I find that hard to believe.” Her hand was on the back of his neck, nails digging and once again drawing blood.

“O-okay!” the Warden said, and leaned forward. Alice kept a firm grip on the back of his head and his neck as he got to work hesitantly. Surprisingly, it seemed he didn't really know what he was doing, but he caught on fast enough. As the minutes passed, Alice noticed that his ministrations were becoming far less forced. He was traveling attentively now, almost lovingly, and maybe Alice would have been put off by the look he gave her in a brief moment of eye contact had he not been doing such a damn good job.

He stopped, briefly, and quickly spoke to avoid any sort of reprimand. “Alice, my hands...”

She paused and looked down at him.

“You're doing just fine with your mouth. That gap is pretty handy.”

The Warden flushed, and didn't seem entirely displeased with the comment. “No, I mean...” the Warden trailed off and looked down at himself, and Alice understood.

“Plenty of time for that later,” she purred, and forced him to get back to business. It wasn't long before he brought her to a dizzying climax, and she gripped his neck tightly and muttered “You'd better swallow,” through clenched teeth. The Warden did so without complaint, and Alice moved away from him to lean against the wall to catch her breath.

The Warden remained kneeling, also recovering. After a while he looked up at Alice, who was putting her gym shorts back on and fixing her hair in the mirror as if he weren't even there. The Warden watched, baffled, as she turned and started to saunter out of the bathroom.

“Alice! Where are you going?” he said, pulling himself clumsily to his feet.

“Back to my room,” she said. “Oh. I almost forgot something.”

Alice walked casually back to the Warden, who drew closer to her expectantly.

“Forgot my towel,” she said, untying said cloth from his wrists and swinging it once again over her shoulders.

“What?! I thought you said there would be plenty of time for... for...”

“There is plenty of time for it,” she interjected, raising an eyebrow. “You and your hands have all the time in the world.”

She turned and vanished through the swinging door, leaving the Warden to stand, stunned, before he made his way to the sink and dabbed at the drying blood on his chest with a paper towel.
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