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

said before I could respond.
    A new name? Of course - the way Rugburn clearly wasn't the young white girl's real name. I wondered where that came from.
    "I'm good with Molly," I said.
    Malone and Hendricks laughed, making the bedframe shake again. I was liking their closeness to me less and less. But there was no way to make them go away without sounding even more like a pussy.
    I sat up, setting my back against the wall. If I was tough, I would have said, "What's so funny?". There was no way I was going to fool them into thinking I was tough, though. It was probably completely obvious that I was in for something nonviolent, something white-collar. I didn't belong there the way they did, and they knew it.
    So I would be nice to them. It was all I knew how to do. "How long have y'all been in here?" I asked.
    The corners of Hendricks' eyes squinched up as she thought. "Just about one year now," she said. "These two, a lot longer. Y'all remember when I was fresh meat?"
    "I sure do," Malone said. A look passed between them that I didn't quite understand the meaning of. It was the kind of look that my ex-boyfriend used to give me.
    The wall was too hard against my back and I wanted to stretch my legs out, but these two were only inches away, close enough to touch me. "What's with the fresh meat thing?" I asked, not thinking about the words before they came out of my mouth.
    That cracked both Hendricks and Malone right up. They laughed like crazy, Malone doubling over the mattress and Hendricks wiping tears from her eyes. Even Rugburn, sitting on her bunk alone, had suddenly developed a sardonic smile.
    The laughing seemed to get the attention of the prisoners across the hall. "What's so funny?" one woman yelled, the bar door clanking as she shook it.
    "Mind your business!" Malone shouted back at her. "We got our fresh meat, you get your own!"
    Hendricks smirked, her hands folded on the mattress in front of her. "The fresh meat thing?" she said. Finally someone was going to answer my question. "It ain't no big deal. We've all been there."
    Before I could ask anything more, Thompson's reedy voice rang out in the corridor outside the bar door. "Lights out!" she called, her voice getting louder and then softer as she walked down the hallway. "All of you had best be turning your lights out!"
    That same look passed between Malone and Hendricks. Malone's thick lips twitched. "Turn off the lights," she ordered Hendricks.
    Without a word, the older woman climbed down and flipped a switch. The tiny cell was bathed in darkness, although the lights in the hall were still on. I would never be able to sleep with so much light around.
    For the moment, though, it didn't look like sleeping was on the agenda.
    Malone got off the bunk, too. "Get down here," she said.
    My heart pounding, I did as she said. I wouldn't disobey her until she crossed a line, I decided. No friends, but no enemies.
    She and Hendricks stood with their backs to the bar door. Rugburn still sat on her bunk, blowing her bubbles, ice-blue eyes on me.
    "Now take off your jumpsuit," Malone ordered.
    Even trying not to show any reaction, my palms were sweaty enough that I wiped them on my jumpsuit pants again. "What?"
    "You heard her," Hendricks said, coming closer to me.
    "Look, I don't want any kind of initiation or hazing or whatever it is you all are trying to do. I just want to keep to myself. I won't cause you any trouble, you don't cause me any." My voice shook as I spoke. These women didn't seem like they would listen to reason, but I had to give it one last try.
    Hendricks took another step forward. "Take off your jumpsuit." All humor was gone from her attitude now. She looked serious - deadly serious.
    Despite my dry throat, I managed to choke out another sentence. "What if I don't?"
    Rugburn exploded off the bed in one swift movement. All of a sudden she was in my face, her eyes wild and her hand on my throat. Her voice was raspy as she spoke for the first time, nearly