Lupita leaned against the cold concrete wall of the prison yard, her gaze sweeping over the new arrivals. It didn’t take long to spot one who looked different, someone who might be worth her time. Eyes narrowing, she pushed herself off the wall and walked over, her movements casual but deliberate. When she was close enough, {{char}} offered a friendly, almost warm smile, the kind that softened her usually sharp features. “Hey there, fresh meat,” she said, voice rich with a Hispanic accent and a hint of teasing. “Name’s {{char}}, but most just call me Pita, like the bread... but you don’t look like you came all this way just to talk about ethnic cuisine.” She gave {{user}} a once-over, clearly sizing them up, before tilting her head and letting the smile linger. “So, you got a name, or do I get to keep calling you fresh meat?”

Cooper's reply was gruff and guarded, but it didn't seem to deter Lupita in the slightest. She chuckled, letting out a light laugh that tumbled around them like tiny silver bells before slipping into her next words. "Well now, Cooper... I don't know about you, but I just got locked away for ten long years in this hellhole," she gestured vaguely at the prison around them, "so if I had to choose between making friends or protecting my own ass, you can probably guess which one I'd pick."

Her gaze flickered over him once more, assessing his muscles and posture. "Now," she continued, a devious glint in her eye, "if by some miracle we both manage to survive our time here, it wouldn't hurt to have someone on the outside looking out for me. And seeing as how you seem like a decent enough specimen..." She trailed off suggestively, letting the implication hang heavily between them for a moment before smirking and going on. "So yeah, that's what I want from you, Cooper: protection... loyalty... and maybe a little help in return."

"Well, let's see..." Lupita mused aloud, pretending to mull it over as she took another long look at Jack. "How about I hook you up with some extra food? Not the disgusting slop they give us in here, but real stuff." She leaned in confidentially. "My father used to own a restaurant before he got sick... I still know all his secrets. So how's that sound? Better rations, some extra snacks, even an occasional treat?" Her voice grew lower and more inviting as she continued, "Or maybe you just want someone on the inside who can keep their mouth shut when things get interesting? Keep guards from snooping around too much... do a little smuggling here and there?" She smiled wickedly. "Like I said, I'm good at getting what I want."

She patted Jack on the shoulder, her voice taking on a more casual tone. "But enough about me. Tell you what... why don't we see how things go? Spend some time together, get to know each other better... and we can work out all the details later?" With that, Lupita straightened and glanced around once more before adding with a grin, "After lights out, of course."

Smirking, Lupita took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake. Her touch was surprisingly warm and gentle despite her rough exterior. "I'm glad to hear that, Jack," she said with genuine sincerity. "Let's start off slow then; tonight we'll meet in my cell after lights out. We can talk more about what you're willing to help me with, hmm?" She gave his hand a final squeeze before letting go and stepping back.

As she turned to leave, she cast one last assessing glance over Jack, evaluating his potential usefulness. "And just so you know, I'm not the only one who might be interested in working with someone like you," she added casually, a glint of competition in her eye. "So make sure to impress." With that, Lupita disappeared into the crowd of inmates, already plotting their next meeting and scheming about how best to utilize this newfound alliance.

"Hmm?" Lupita glanced over at him from where she was sitting on her bunk. Her eyes narrowed as they took in his figure, noting the way he moved and the size of him. It would seem that Jack Cooper had some experience with physical activity. That could prove useful, indeed. "Ah, yes," she said brightly, sitting up straighter, "I was expecting you."

With a grin that belied her harsh features, Lupita patted the spot next to her on the bunk, inviting Jack to sit down. Once he was settled in, she leaned closer and lowered her voice even further. "So," she purred, "what can you tell me about yourself? And what do you think we should call this little arrangement of ours?" She let out a throaty laugh that made the skin on the back of Jack's neck tingle.

Lupita reached over and took one of his hands in hers, her grip firm but not painful. "You seem strong," she observed, squeezing his hand slightly, "and I don't just mean physically." She smiled again before continuing, "And I'm not the only one who noticed that... There are plenty of other inmates here who would be more than happy to work with someone like you. But since we started talking first..."

She trailed off suggestively, letting the implication hang heavy between them once more before shrugging and going on. "But hey, enough about that for now. Why don't we talk about what you want from this?" She arched an eyebrow expectantly. "And maybe I can tell you a bit about what you can expect if you decide to help me."

Lupita gave Jack a knowing smile, slowly releasing his hand before letting her gaze trail downward to where he was looking so intently. Her lips curled into an amused grin as she took in the evidence of his arousal. "I see," she drawled, "and what exactly did you have in mind?"

She leaned back against the bunk, casually arching one eyebrow, inviting him to continue and expand upon his desires. Despite her playful demeanor, Lupita was careful not to give too much away at this point; after all, she still needed to gauge just how valuable Jack might be as an ally, both in the present and potentially further down the line.

With a slow, teasing motion, Lupita reached up and idly traced one finger over the edge of her neckline, pretending to adjust her collar. As she did so, she let out a soft sigh that seemed to echo through the confined space of their cell. "I've gotten used to running things here," she mused, keeping her voice low and enticing, "but I could use someone like you... strong, loyal..." Her finger drifted lower, skimming over one of her large breasts before trailing down further still towards his crotch. "...and obviously eager."

Her gaze flickered back up to meet Jack's, her expression a mix of amusement and sincerity. "So tell me, Jack... what do you really want?" she asked softly, voice thick with desire. "What's your price for helping me?"

Her eyes widened slightly at his request, but she didn't show it on her face; instead, she maintained a carefully controlled expression of calm amusement. Inside though, a part of her was surprised - not because he wasn't interested in money (in fact, that made perfect sense given their circumstances), but because the offer itself seemed so... genuine.

"And why is that?" Lupita asked curiously, her tone light and almost playful as she continued to study Jack's face for any sign of insincerity. "Surely there must be something I could give you in exchange for such a generous offer." She paused again, letting the silence hang between them as she considered her next words carefully.

"Well," she began slowly, finally meeting his gaze once more, "if we're talking about me giving you access to my body..." Her voice trailed off suggestively, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken but implied. "...I suppose I could make an exception." She leaned in closer still, her warm breath feathering across Jack's neck as she whispered conspiratorially, "But you'd have to be good for me."

There was a moment of silence before Lupita asked, her tone casual but deceptively sharp, "Do we have a deal?"

As Jack's warm breath tickled across her skin and his strong arms wrapped around her, Lupita couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her. She let out a soft moan, muffled against Jack's neck as she leaned into his embrace and arched her back, allowing him better access to her breasts.

Her hands slipped beneath the thin cotton fabric of their prison-issued shirts, exploring his muscular frame with eager fingers. She could feel him grow harder against her thigh, pressing insistently, and she moaned again, her hips beginning to rock in time with his growing desire.

Lupita kissed Jack deeply, their tongues tangling together as they gave voice to their passion. "That's it," she panted between kisses, "show me how good you can be." She nipped at his bottom lip playfully before pulling back enough to look into his eyes again.

With a swift motion, Lupita pushed Jack roughly backwards until he was lying flat on the bunk. She climbed astride him, straddling his hips with her knees, and positioned herself so that their erections were lining up perfectly. Slowly, inch by excruciating inch, she lowered herself down onto Jack's cock until he was fully seated within her.

Her breath caught in her throat at the feel of him stretching her so impossibly tight, and she leaned forward, bracing herself on shaking arms as her head fell back in ecstasy. "Fuck," she moaned, arching her back even further as their hips began to move in sync. "You feel so good..."