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... another person in a cell. I didn’t know they had a girl locked up and, by coincidence, happened to have my last name. It could have been a distant relative. “Tonya Darling?” she called again, stepping to my cell and waited impatiently. “I don’t know her.” I said, giving her a shrug. It was close, since my name was Tony Allen Darling but I didn’t know anyone in my family going by Tonya. “Funny” she huffed, rummaging through a key ring. “Get your ass out here.” she demanded, opening up the heavy door. “Ok, but…” I started, taking a step out of the cell. “Just shut up.” she scolded, “I don’t want to hear one word out of your mouth or I’ll smack it off.” She cuffed me again and led me out. The next thing I know, I was in a van with chicken wire on the windows, headed to the juvenile center. You can imagine my surprise when I stepped out and faced a building reading, ‘Correctional Institute for Young Women’. “I think you got this…” I started, turning around to face the deputy. “I told you to shut your pie hole!” she exclaimed, and shoved me backwards. I lost my footing and fell to the ground. Another female, an African American dressed in a different uniform came out while I tried to sit up and blow hair out of my face. “What you got for us today, Greta?” she asked, looking me over. “One ‘Tonya Darling’ and trust me, there’s nothing darling about her.” she huffed. “Look, I’m…” was as far as I got when the black broad kicked me in the chest hard enough to roll me back on the ...

... ground. “Didn’t Officer Greta tell you to shut up?” she huffed, and directed her attention back to the deputy, “Good Lord, that is one ugly bitch right there.” and looked at the paperwork. “Pity the one that did the full body strip search! But, signed, sealed, and now… delivered.” Officer Greta announced. They practically drug me inside and parked me in front of a window to be processed. Paperwork was signed and I was escorted to the showers. My gut reaction after seeing another girl’s naked ass in one of the stalls was to turn around. “Whoa there missy; strip and dip.” the Amazon quipped, turning me back around and shoving me in. I stopped myself right in front of the girl’s stall. With her hands massaging the shampoo in her hair, she turned around to look at me. “Fresh fish!” she laughed, looking me over. I saw soapy nipples on creamy melons and followed a trail of bubbles down to soaked pubic hairs. “Put these on when you’re finished and put your jail clothes in the bag.” the guard instructed, laying the items on a bench. I forced myself to look away from the sexy suds and give the guard a nod. I went to the last stall and stripped, facing away from the room. After having the view I’d seen, I was dead set on staying. Besides, it would serve them right for not listening to me in the first place. So, hanging a towel over the stall with my sex cupped in hand, I took a shower with bubbly Miss Bubbles next to me. “Bashful little bitch.” the guard muttered, watching him cover up ...