Parole Officer's Bitch

By Yamila Abraham

“Come here, you gangster punk. Over my knees. Pants down.”

Parolee Martos keeps screwing up. His domineering PO will let him slide—but the price gets severe with his second violation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yamila Abraham
• Release date: Dec 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311256041

Yamila Abraham

Yamila Abraham founded the publishing company Yaoi Press in 2004. Over the last decade she's overseen the publication 50 Boy's Love titles including graphic novels, comic books, novels, and art books. Abraham has successfully licensed Yaoi Press titles into several foreign languages.Abraham is a prolific writer with over a dozen graphic novel and novels in print with four different publishers. She wrote two of Yaoi Press' best selling series: Winter Demon and Dark Prince. She's written hundreds of novels, both yaoi and science fiction romance, that have been translated into foreign languages. Her first scholarly article on the topic of international BL was published by McFarland Press in 2010. Abraham currently works diligently on numerous illustrated ebooks through Yaoi Press' newest imprint, Yaoi Prose. Abraham has been a speaker or guest of honor at 150 anime fan conventions.

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Parole Officer’s Bitch

by

Yamila Abraham

Edited by Michelle Henson

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Your ass is mine, Martos! said my dickhead parole officer.

I sat slumped on the chair in front of his desk with my legs open wide. Sort of a ‘suck my dick’ position, because that’s what this asshole could do so far as I was concerned. I smacked my lips and then lifted my nose at him in a threatening way.

The fuck you talking about? He was blowing smoke out his ass. These parole officers were all the same. Got balls so big they could hardly—

Your piss test came back positive for marijuana!

My heart fell out of my chest. For a second all I could do was sit there staring at him with my mouth gaping open. If my skin wasn’t a nice café ole color this asshole might have seen how pale I got.

Naw, man, this ain’t even happening. I took one toke on one joint five days ago. You telling me that shit going to show up on a piss test after all this time?

I sat up and closed my legs some. That ain’t possible.

Oh, shut the fuck up! Man this guy was a prick. He was one of those guys who shaved his head bald, though on the outs I was learning that didn’t always mean skinhead. He was mid-thirties and thick, so you’d figure he was fat, but I didn’t see any kind of gut on him. I really couldn’t tell if he was mostly muscle or pudge under his long sleeve button down shirt. Either way, he was one of those school-yard bullies who got a taste for fucking with people early. His dad probably used to beat his little punk ass even worse than my dad did mine. He was bigger than me, probably six inches taller and 75 pounds heavier, but there’s no way he was as built. My body was nothing but lean muscle. I bet I could kick his ass, easy.

You smoked weed, you idiot! Plain and simple. You’re out of the can one month and you got cocky. Now you’re going to pay for it.

Pay how?

He sneered. Oh, you’ll see when the marshals get here.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I sat up on the edge of the chair.

You’re going to revoke me over such petty shit?

Yeah! He slammed his hand down on his desk. You’re not even trying to straighten out! You knew that shit would violate you, but you did it anyway. You’re just out to have as much fun as you can before I get fed up and revoke you. Well guess what? I’ve got too many cases, too many guys actually trying to get their shit together to waste my time with little shits who think they can smoke weed while on parole.

No, man—that’s not how it is. I’m getting money together to do this mobile oil change business thing. I’m trying to go straight.

He made a little talking person with his hand while rolling his eyes.

"I’m serious, motherfucker! I need to get my sister and her kid out of that slum before a fucking stray bullet ends