Birds Of West County Jail: Interracial Group Lesbian Erotica by Bebe Lix Page A

hall seemed to have lost interest in me. They could probably see as little of what was going on in my cell as I could see in theirs.
    With my knees on the hard mattress, I began to put the rough white cotton sheets that had been provided onto the bed. After putting the equally rough pillowcase onto the flat pillow, I realized there was no blanket. Lights out was coming up, and I didn't want to be going out looking for a blanket after that.
    When I turned back around, all three of the women were still staring at me. The one who had commented on my ass looked particularly eager.
    I didn't want to interact with them at all, but there was no other way for me to figure things out. Asking them one question wouldn't mean I was befriending them. I would just get the information, get the blanket, and then go to sleep.
    "Hi," I said, my voice somewhere between a whisper and a squeak. "Do y'all know where to get a blanket?"
    From her bunk beneath me, the curvy black woman was the first to break into laughter. The light-skinned one followed right after, while the young white girl's stayed stone-faced.
    "A blanket?" the black woman said. "You must be shitting me."
    "Don't be rude, Malone," the light-skinned woman said. "She's new. She don't know."
    "We're in prison, not the damn Hilton," Malone laughed. She seemed less intimidating now that she was amused, but her attitude could change any minute. Without being able to see her face, I couldn't judge how she was really feeling. Besides, she was here for a reason, like the rest of these women.
    "There's no blankets?"
    "Hell no! Do you see any blankets?" Malone asked. I assumed it was a rhetorical question. "You got a blanket, Rugburn?"
    The white girl - Rugburn - blew a gum bubble half the size of her head and let it pop. That meant "no," I assumed.
    "You, Hendricks?"
    The other black woman shook her head.
    "So what, you just sleep under the air?"
    Hendricks stood up. She was a lot taller than I had realized, and her breasts jutted out imperiously under her bright orange jumpsuit.
    "Hey!" Malone objected as Hendricks climbed onto her bunk. Ignoring her, Hendricks pulled up the corners of the sheets I had just put so carefully into place.
    "There," she said. "You sleep under the sheet."
    I glanced over at the two bunks across from me. It was true, they were also set up like that. It seemed unhealthy to sleep on a bare mattress, but somehow I suspected that complaining about it wouldn't get me anywhere.
    This wasn't the damn Hilton, after all.
    "Thanks," I said reluctantly.
    She was still standing at the edge of Malone's bed, her dark brown eyes focused intently on my face. I was starting to wonder how long she planned to stand there. Trying to act normal, I pulled the sheet over my body and laid down. It was still colder than I would have liked, but better than having no blanket.
    "It's not lights out yet," she said meaningfully.
    "I'm tired." I turned onto my side and closed my eyes, hoping she would leave me alone.
    "Come on." Malone's cheerful voice came from below me. "We want to get to know you. What's your name? What'cha in for?"
    "I'd rather sleep."
    The bed squeaked loudly and I felt the frame shift below me. I didn't want to look, but could guess that Malone was standing on the edge of her bunk beside Hendricks.
    "I said," she emphasized, "what's your name?"
    Even if I was going to avoid making friends, it would also be better to not make enemies. Biting my lip, I rolled onto my back. "Molly."
    Malone laughed again, with less humor this time. "We use our last names here," she told me.
    On the lower bunk behind her, Rugburn blew another bubble. It grew slowly, coming out of her red lips bit by bit until it was stretched larger than I would have thought possible.
    I had hoped she might feel some racial solidarity with me. But she seemed the least interested in me of any of them.
    Of the three of these women, she probably scared me the most.
    "She's going to need a new name," Hendricks