Free Corruption Officer by Gary Heyward

Captain or do I
lie about what happened so that we don’t get into trouble?’   As I stood there pondering my next move, the
Captain kneeled down to the now semi conscious inmate and asked him if he
needed medical attention.   It was a
rhetorical question because the Captain had this look on his face like, “Ya
better not.”   The Captain then asked,
“What happened to your head?”   The inmate
responded that he had slipped and fell when he came out of the shower.   The Captain patted him softly on his face and
said, “Okay then you’ll be alright.”   He
then stood up and calmly walked by me toward the exit and sensing that my eyes
were on him, without turning around, looked at me and said, “Welcome to the
neighborhood.”

 
    CHAPTER
16
    “Big Hey-woooood!” my name is being shouted out by a fellow
Officer when I enter the jail on my way to roll call.  
    “Yooooooooo!   What’s poppn?   What’s poppn?” I respond.
    “I saw you last night at the party nigga.   Did you hit?” he asked.  
    I give him a look of disappointment because I noticed that
the other male Officers, who were standing in the line-up against the wall, all
stopped talking to hear my answer.   I
sarcastically said to him, “Yo, who does that?”   He gives me a puzzled look like he doesn’t understand the question.   I say loudly, “I mean really, who’s the only
kid you know that not only tells his boys what females he’s going to hit, but
also gives you the time and date of when it’s going down?   Huh?   Huh?”   I asked him.   “IIIIIIIcant hear youuu!” I sing out.
    They laugh.  
    “I told ya’ll he was going to front.   This nigga ain’t hit.” he says to the other
Officers.  
    I shake my head calmly and say, “Another non-believer,”
then, “Bet I did.”
    “Whooooooo?” everybody croons on this high school shit.  
    “Bet a buck,” he says.
    “Ya know he’s still a jack that might be a little too steep
for him,” another Officer says.
    “Bet,” I say.
    Then he pulls out a hundred dollar bill.   He asked out loud, looking at the rest of the
fellas, “What you do bring in ya momma’s panties or something as proof?”   They laugh.   I steps up to all of them as they quiet down and pull out my cell phone
(yeah the ones we are not supposed to have inside the jail).   As they look at me, I am busy into my phone
scrolling down pressing buttons whistling to myself.   Then I calmly gestured for the group of tenth
graders, pathological, non-pussy getting liars to come closer.   I then proceed to show them not the Officer
betting me, some pictures I took last night.  
    “Daaammmm!” they all responded simultaneously.
    The non-believing Officer grabs my phone so he can get a closer
look for verification.   He looks at the
picture I have of the female Officer in question, on her knees with my dick in
her mouth.  
    “How I know that that’s you?   I don’t see your face nowhere on that picture,” he says, making a last
ditched effort not to pay up.
    The others give me a look like he’s right, siding with his
frivolous attempt to avoid paying me.  
    “I knew that you were going to say that,” I say while taking
my phone back from him.
    Then I push the button on my phone to move to the next picture
and show him and only him the shot.  
    “Daaaaam!” he shouts out.
    Then he gives me my phone and my money and starts bowing
down like I am a king or something.   They
all rush to see what he saw on my phone.   They burst out laughing when they saw that I took a picture in the
mirror of me hitting her from the back in the bathroom.  

 
    Yeeeeeah man, time has blown by and I’ve become that
bitchass / faggotass / stupidass C.O. that other Officers were talking
about.   I mean I jumped right into the
swing of things from the parties, the basketball team, the going to Joey’s (a
local bar where a lot of C.O.s hang out) to the drinking on post, and the
shitting on inmates every