Stan was enjoying his first week of freedom after spending 15 years of his life in the Federal Penitentiary. Though he had no job, no family to speak off and no immediate plans for how he was going to lead his life, he was basking in his new found freedom.
He knew he was good looking, and at 35 he was tall, fit and attractive. He had a few hundred dollars on him, which the prison had handed to him at his release, and he was looking forward to spending it on himself. After 15 years of being locked up, the idea that he could walk the streets of Chicago without a care in the world felt good.
While he did regret spending 15 years of his life in prison, the fact that he had raped, beaten and almost killed a nineteen year old white girl bothered him not in the least. He had grown up in a rough neighborhood and had no sympathy towards the "rich white bitches" who, in his mind, were there to be fucked.
While his time in prison was hard initially, he eventually got used to it and, because of his towering personality, he became the uncrowned boss in the prison. This gave him privileges of good food, cigarettes, respect from inmates and the occasional sex from girls the guards brought in in exchange for drugs. This was infrequent and also not satisfying to him. There were things he would have liked to do to the girls that the prison guards would not allow, so the girls were there for a quick release and nothing else.
Stan was in no hurry though. He had time, a little bit of money and the city of Chicago. He stepped out of the small apartment allocated to him, and hailing a cab gave an address to the seedier side of town. Reaching his destination he went into the liquor store and got himself a beer. Wrapping it in a brown paper bag, he commenced his walk taking long satisfying gulps of the cold brew.
As he walked, taking in the warm sun, he noticed a massage parlor, which had a sign outside stating "Relaxing and satisfying massages to meet your every need". Pausing for just a moment, he opened the door and stepped inside.
He knew he was good looking, and at 35 he was tall, fit and attractive. He had a few hundred dollars on him, which the prison had handed to him at his release, and he was looking forward to spending it on himself. After 15 years of being locked up, the idea that he could walk the streets of Chicago without a care in the world felt good.
While he did regret spending 15 years of his life in prison, the fact that he had raped, beaten and almost killed a nineteen year old white girl bothered him not in the least. He had grown up in a rough neighborhood and had no sympathy towards the "rich white bitches" who, in his mind, were there to be fucked.
While his time in prison was hard initially, he eventually got used to it and, because of his towering personality, he became the uncrowned boss in the prison. This gave him privileges of good food, cigarettes, respect from inmates and the occasional sex from girls the guards brought in in exchange for drugs. This was infrequent and also not satisfying to him. There were things he would have liked to do to the girls that the prison guards would not allow, so the girls were there for a quick release and nothing else.
Stan was in no hurry though. He had time, a little bit of money and the city of Chicago. He stepped out of the small apartment allocated to him, and hailing a cab gave an address to the seedier side of town. Reaching his destination he went into the liquor store and got himself a beer. Wrapping it in a brown paper bag, he commenced his walk taking long satisfying gulps of the cold brew.
As he walked, taking in the warm sun, he noticed a massage parlor, which had a sign outside stating "Relaxing and satisfying massages to meet your every need". Pausing for just a moment, he opened the door and stepped inside.
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