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... shyly. “Awe, come on Fitz, you know they’re all that way at first.” Miss Bubbly quipped, and rinsed her hair out. “Whatever Simmons, aren’t you about done yet?” she snapped. I watched Bubbly Simmons wrap a towel around her chest and step out. I fought to keep from watching her dry under her tits, pointing her nipples in my direction. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be stepping out with an erection. I wrapped the towel around my chest like she did and dried off in a hurry. Getting the jumpsuit on, I let my hair cover as much of my face as possible. I was led down a hallway and a steel door was buzzed open. “We call this the day room.” I was informed, noting the steel tables bolted to the floor. Girls were playing checkers and cards while others watched a small TV mounted on a wall. Jerry Springer was interviewing a group of low-life drama queens. “Yee haw!” one girl taunted, “I smell a fish fry!” “Shut up Bertha” another one spat, “Let her get her feet wet first.” “This is your cell.” the guard continued, pointing to it. “You’re to be in there at seven and lights out at nine.” Two bunks with a stainless steel toilet and sink were the only furniture in there. I guessed the bottom bunk was taken because a magazine was opened on an unmade bed. Rules were spat out as I followed Fitz around, “Meals at seven, noon, and five…” she rattled on. Girls looked at me walking past and one stuck her tongue out and made a licking motion while grabbing her mound and shaking it. Another did the ...

... same, shaking her tits at me. If they meant to intimidate me, they failed miserably. In fact, I hadn’t met any girls as sexually aggressive like them. Not many were prom queens but even Bertha was fuckable. I wondered what kind of gestures I’d have got if they knew I had a dick. “Any questions, just ask the other inmates.” she finished, opening the steel door we entered from. “Behave” she advised, and let the door close behind her. No sooner did the door click when someone said, “You keep your claws off of my stuff or get your fingers broken.” I turned to see the girl that shook her tits at me. “I guess you’re the bunk mate?” I asked softly, trying to keep my voice covered. With brown eyes and black hair, a pretty face, and a heart tattoo on her hand, she took a stance meant to threaten me. “That’s right, sweetie.” she replied, “Your worst nightmare if you cross me.” “Or wet dream if I don’t?” I whispered, taking a step closer to her. “Stop that, you’re creeping me out.” she protested, faltering in her demeanor. With all eyes fixated on the two of us, I continued to whisper, “Tell me to go to my bunk.” and glanced at the others paying close attention. She looked in the direction of the other girls and said loudly, “Get your ass in the cell.” and pointed to it. “Follow me” I whispered, and then turned to go. “Beat her ass Casey!” one jeered and another added, “Make her bleed!” With a guard watching on the other side of thick glass, I went passed it on the way to the cell. Casey ...