Ch.2: Prison Days
"You didn't put it in the mail yet did you?" Nikki asked staring angrily at me from beneath the satin covers. "I told you to do one tiny fucking thing, fold a piece of paper twice, stuff it in an envelope with my name on it and run it across the street and put it in a metal box so I'll get it next week. Shit you go do that right now."
"But the mail doesn't go out until the morning anyway. Right now or nine in the morning is exactly th-"
"Right now." There really is no debating a figment of your imagination. At least this time I was smart enough not to try. I walked away from the computer where she and Karen are blissfully trapped. If the two of them could chase me beyond the limits of my monitor and the occasional in head appearance I don't think I'd be able to keep from going insane. I ended up talking various business with my father for thirty minutes before I came back and when I did get back I had three pissed of ladies staring at me.
"So are we ready to give him something to write about?" The new addition to the somewhat similar black women lying in bed was a leggy Asian with short cut black hair. Her smallish tits were only covered by a fishnet top and a plain thong tried did more to display her plump cunt lips than to cover them. "I think he's been good enough that he deserves a bit of a break no?"
Karen and Nikki looked at each other for a moment then to the Asian girl who'd just appeared. "Who's she?"
It's kinda weird. I mean you would think that all of my imaginary friends would be acquainted with each other. I mean I know I've been told better and that the reality is that they are actually rather well segregated. For example my spoiled elf warrior Llycinth remains in the fantasy zone. He's met most of the good characters who live there so he knows Gayle the son of Dracula and the Jayde Knight but he's never met Karen because they don't hang out in the same stories, ever.
Kelly is the new girl. She's based on a girl of the same name that I met on the internet. I doubt that her story is true, at all, because it's just too fantastic to be true. I mean she claims that her owner was a military man serving in one of those Asian countries, he married her to bring her to Canada where he kept her as a sex slave from her age nineteen and now that she's twenty five she's too old. He's going back to get her eighteen year old sister and she's going to come to America to become a porn star. Seriously I couldn't have made up a character like that.
"She's Kelly, you'll meet her soon enough Karen." I answered.
"Oh don't try to pretend like we aren't stuck in your head even when you walk away from the fucking computer. You got drunk and passed out over the computer last night. You didn't even put the letter in the mailbox until this morning!" Nikki screamed nearly leaping out of the bed.
"I didn't have any stamps in the house, my stamps were in my wallet and my wallet was in my car." I responded trying to drown out that angry glare of hers.
"And you couldn't be bothered to walk across your lawn to get them? You're fucking serious?" Nikki wasn't even looking at me any more, she couldn't stomach looking at me.
"Are you going to help me or not?" I asked more than slightly frustrated with my creation. "I need a bit of help and if you aren't going to help then you can just get the fuck out."
"Fine I'll help you. I agreed to help you out earlier and I'm not you. I don't go back on my word once I've made it. So what are you working on?"
"Well I've got a lot of projects but I think the one where you would be able to help the most is Prison Bitch. I've already got the first chapter of it up on Lit, it's called Diddle the Prison Bird and it was you masturbating and then getting caught by one of the prison guards. From there you just get black mailed."
"Why am I blackmailed for fingering myself?"
"Cus you get thrown in solitary if you're caught masturbating in jail. I mean that's what you told me in one of your letters." I responded.
"Okay, not a lot of people are going to believe that. I mean it's true but it doesn't really sound realistic you know? But who cares once you get past that what happens to me."
"Well you get fucked. The officer you catches you takes advantage of you and you enjoy it." Nikki slipped out from under the covers and walked out of the Karen's room and into her jail cell.
The cell was smaller than Karen's room. It was only slightly larger than the bathroom. It consisted of a steel framed bunk bed with pathetically thin mattresses and even flimsier pillows tossed on them. A dirty sink with a bar of soap, a paper cup and two toothbrushes sat directly over a steel toilet presumably sharing a drain. The door was larger than your normal door and made of solid steel. A big black 'F' was stenciled on the door on both sides beneath the tiny window that could only be opened from the outside thanks to a tiny latch. Even if you could open it from the outside it was too far from the handle to do any good and it was barely wide enough for a child's arm, Nikki couldn't even humor the idea of squeezing through it to escape. I could see outside the cell several officers were milling about, most armed with a shotgun and a handgun. The shotguns were probably beanbag but I couldn't tell for sure. They definitely didn't have the orange tips that would identify them as pellet guns.
