Corruption Officer (15 page)

The next day I am on my way to work and I am still a little
rattled about what happened last night.
 
I
am thinking to myself that this situation has to be dealt with and I mean soon.
 
I am not going to be always having to
watch my back in my own neighborhood because of this fool.
 
I started to go and knock on his mom’s door
but knew better because she doesn’t have anything to do with this and, nine
times out of ten, he probably don’t stay there.
 

As I am approaching the entrance to get inside my jail, I see
that there is a gung-ho Captain doing the search for us to enter the building.
 
I am not worried because by now I’ve done this
a dozen times and I know to be fully dressed in my Officer’s uniform when I am
making a drop.
 
Right now there is one
female in front of me and she’s complaining about her rights as an Officer
being violated and that she’s calling the union because the Captain has asked
her to open her bag.
 
I know better than
to bring one because it slows down the process to enter the building.
 
She opens her bag and sarcastically says, “Take
a look!”
 
It almost sounds like a dare.
 
I was close to her and the Captain because I
was next and I also got to see the contents of what she had in her bag.
 
The Captain looked and then jumped back and so
did I.
 
In her bag was
a
 
Jelly
Doughnut
aka a used Kotex.
 
The female Officer just stood there with a
smirk on her face and asked, “Can I go now?”
 
The Captain nodded appearing a little
embarrassed.
 
I, myself chuckled because
sometimes you just can’t make this shit up.
 

After that, all the “by the book” precision searching stopped
and it was back to business as usual with us just being able to put our bags
through the scanning machine and keep it moving, beeping and all.
 
I make my way to roll call and prepare for
inspection.
 
We do this dance every
morning the Captains come and inspect our equipment, which consists of a
flashlight, a 911, which is a sharpened knife curled at the end so that we can
cut an inmate down if he is trying to hang himself or hung himself, also a pen
holder and pens so there is no excuse for not being able to write reports and
do your paperwork, and a memo pad.
 
The
pad is for you to be able to write a mini journal of what you did on that day.
 
It’s supposed to be a legal document in case
you’re called to court and have to testify on what you did that day.
 
All of these are very important to have as an Officer
that wants to do the job and be proficient at it.
 

As the Captains make their way through the ranks inspecting
the Officers, you see variations of equipment being presented mostly from
senior Officers who ain’t writing shit and who ain’t gonna’ cut an inmate down.
 
They will show the Captain a rusty memo
book with rubber bands around it to keep it together and toilet paper on the
insides.
 
Mind you, the Captains are supposed
to sign the, ah, toilet paper indicating that they were inspected today.
 
The 911 knife is supposed to have a serial
number on it and if you lose it you’re supposed to be in really big trouble.
 
I guess these Captains know which Officers
give a shit about being written up and which ones don’t.
 
So sometimes they don’t even bother enforcing
anything with
said
individuals.
 

At this time the Warden shows up to the roll call, taking
time to mingle amongst us common folk.
 
He
starts giving us a speech and in it he said, “These inmates are not your
friends!”
 
I thought, ‘You mean Flocko?’
 
He said, “They will give you up in a
heartbeat.”

I thought, ‘I’ve been rocking for a while now so that must
be some heart beat.’
 
He said “There is
nothing that they can do for you.”
 
My
thoughts, ‘Well that ain’t exactly true.’
 
He continues and says, “So don’t get caught up.”
 
I thought, ‘I won’t, but good looking
out anyway.’

After roll call, I went to my post and was greeted by a
female named Rains.
 
I was still on edge
a little but felt a little better because we were cool and this meant that I
was going to have a good day.
 
Sometimes
you can have a fucked up day if you get with a “buy the book” type Officer.
 
Me and Rains often flirted but never had sex.
 
We talked a lot at different times and I
could tell that in the streets she was a down for whatever type of female.
 
I even met her boy friend once, who happened
to be big in the drug game.
 
When I
stepped inside the Officer’s station she said, “What’s up, money bags?”
 
I said what’s up but just looked at her like
you got the wrong person with the money bags name.
 
She was the “B” Officer from the midnight
tour and was supposed to go to the search.
 
She was one of the Officers who hated the search and never went when she
was supposed to.
 
So now I have a problem
because I wanted to hit Flocko off with some pouches.
 
Due to the recent murder, things have been
tight around here and the money was slow.
 
Now I am accustomed to getting my money every
time I come to work and I need it right now because I started gambling again and
the addiction had me open.
 
I wanted to
get her off this post so that I could take care of business.
 
Then she said, “Go ahead, money bags, do what
you have to do.
 
You know I am
good.”
 

Confused, I looked at her puzzled and asked, “What are you
talking about?”
 
She smiled and said,
“Breath easy, Big Hey, I just want to let you know a few things.
 
I did not have this post last night I had the Captain
switch the post I had so I could be with you this morning.”
 
I raise my eyebrows because now I am really
fucked up.
 
She says, “And I know
everything.”
 
I still stick to my guns
and look at her like, ‘I still don’t know what you’re talking about face.’
 
She then breaks down my whole organization
without stopping for me to either agree or deny her allegations and after she
finished, without me saying a word, she gets up and pops open Flocko’s cell!
 

I am stuck.
 

I don’t know how to react right now.
 

I am scared.
 

I am angry because she knows so much.
 
I am wondering how she got her information.
 
I am wondering who else knows and all of that!
 
I try to hide how I am feeling right by
doing my best impression of a blank face.
 
She sits back down, pulls out a fingernail
file and says, “Like I said before….Handle ya’ business.”

Flocko comes out thinking that it’s just me in the Officers’
station but realizes that we have company.
 
I quickly saw something in his facial expression when he looked at her
that made it seem like he knew her.
 
He
stopped looking at her then he looked at me confused as to what I was doing, like
he knew that I was not going to do anything in front of her.
 
I told him that I had to holla at him in the
inmate T.V. room.
 
I buzzed the door and
went in and Rains sat back and continued to file her fingernails.
 
I pull him to the side and with a serious face
I ask him does he know her?
 

“I know of her,” he said.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“My people told me before that she was going around giving
head for cash,” Flocko said.

“What!?”
I asked.

“Yeah, word is that she is a coke head and is giving up head
and ass for cash.
 
I never had her but
some of my peeps did.
 
At first I didn’t
believe them because you know how niggahs in here be lying on their dick but
when more than one inmate says the same thing….”

He throws his hands up and shrugs his shoulders as if to say
hey you never know.
 
Then I thought that
the real question was how does she know about me?
 
I tell him everything that she knows, right
down to the part of her popping him out of his cell.
 
He had the look of guilt on his face like
somebody fucked up.
 
Then he swore to me
that it wasn’t him and suggested that it may have been one of his workers.
 
I could tell that he was telling the truth
because he now had the worried look that this might fuck up the joint business
venture that we had going.
 
I told him to
find out on his end and I will find out from her.
 
He went back to his cell and I went to the Officers’
bathroom.
 
Once inside I thought to
myself, ‘Okay, I have to figure this shit out.’
 
Well one thing for sure, she ain’t here to rat
me out because she did not have to let me know that she knew about me to do
that.
 
Now I am thinking that she wants
something from me and the only way to find out is to confront the
situation.
 

I go back to the Officers’ station and I sit down in a chair
directly across from her and I say, “Okay, shoot, let me know what’s up?”
 
She turns her chair towards me, leans back to
where I can see the imprint of her coochie lips through her tight pants and
pats it with her hand.
 
Automatically I
feel that Flocko was telling the truth about her and then she starts to
explain.
 
She says, “Hey, we have been
cool for a minute and I feel that I can trust you with what I am about to tell
you.”
 
I give her a look like I am all
ears.
 
The she says, “I found out about
you through one of my customers who
is
locked up in
here.”

“Customers?”
I asked, “What are you
dropping pouches too?”
 

“No disrespect…” she looks at me and says, “…but I couldn’t
pay my mortgage with pouch money,” she says. “You know that they bagged my baby
(her boy friend) a couple of months ago and shit started getting real tight as
far as the money goes.
 
He was paying for
mostly everything and I was banking mine but now I have to keep shit right for
my four little girls and keep money on his commissary.
 
That’s why I’ve been doing me.”
 

While she was talking, I started letting the inmates out of
their cells to start the day.
 
She
continued, “I started with a few Officers in here that have been all up in my
face trying to sex me.
 
They were always
offering to buy me things and take me on trips and all that.
 
So I just converted all that shit into cash.
 
The first one, I just told him that I needed a
bill paid and he did it for a two minute slurp session.”
 
She makes a slurp sound with her mouth and
says, “Right there in area 2 top.
 
And
after that I never looked back.”

“Honestly speaking most of these chicks around here are
giving it up for free and besides me I know of only two others that are rocking
like me but they are bum bitches and be settling for mink coats and snake
skinned boots.
 
A chick like me is making
school tuition and mortgage money,” she says.

I asked her how she found out about me.
 
She leaned back again so that I could see her
cunt lips through her pants and popped it twice then said, “You’d be surprised
at what a man will say and do once a woman tightens up on him.
 
It took a few times but an inmate by the name
of Moe told me about Flocko always having tobacco and never running out even
when it ain’t visits.
 
So I sat back and
watched until I found out he was here in 8 upper.
 
Then judging from the conversations that
miraculously we don’t have any more about your child support situation I put
two and two together and here I am.”
 

“What do you want?” I asked, “I mean obviously you ain’t
ratting
me out, so you must want something.”
 

“On the real…” she said, “…I need protection and I feel as
cool as we are and what you’re into and what I am into that I can only trust
you.”
 

“Protection from
who
?
 
Officers?
 
Inmates?”
I asked.
 
 

“More like a look out with the Officers,” she said, “because
I am about to fuck with some big wigs and I just want you to know who they are
just in case a bitch gets into some real trouble, which I doubt but you never
know.”
 

I then asked what’s in it for
me?
 
She pops her cooch again.

“I got enough of that,” I tell her.

 
“I can move pouches
for you, one hand washes the other,” she says.