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.
"Okay what are you having trouble with?" Nikki asked. She was pulling her orange jumpsuit back on and sitting down on the lower bunk. Her hair which had been permed just a minute ago was now flat and dull just falling around her head and her smile was gone. "I like it better when you write stories about me, you know not in jail."
"It's a coping mechanism. Besides with you and Karen I almost always write things that at least could be happening." I responded.
"Okay fine. Well how you said you needed a lesbian story. How bout one of the other girls in the prison gets jealous because I'm getting preferential treatment and decides to put me in my place." Nikki asked. She was staring at her feet, I could tell she really didn't want to be involved with this particular story.
"Preferential? Come on, you're not that smart. But I like the idea." I said looking around the room and trying to think up another prisoner.
"How bout you use that porn chick you like so much. Uh, Mika Tan." On cue the Pacific Island beauty walked into the cell. Her jump suit wasn't frumpy like Nikki's. It didn't even really look that much like Nikki's which came all the way up to her throat and only barely revealed the white shirt she was wearing beneath it. Mika's was wearing a custom suit that lifted her magnificent breasts up and was cut nearly to her navel. It must have been made of spandex. It was so tight you could see the outline of her hungry swollen pussy lips. She wasn't wearing jail issued flip flops either, she was wearing gaudy porn star open toed platform stilettos. Her toe nails were crimson French Tips. "Wow I'm not usually anywhere near that detailed." Nikki teased as she hopped off her bed and looked over the statuesque Asian. "I don't think her tits are really quite that big but it's your imagination so whatever. And not every woman has a delicious J-Lo booty. I mean I do." Nikki made a point of turning and touching her toes so her five star ass was just begging me to reach out and spank it. "Most Asian girls have those little pancake buts."
"Mika has a great ass. I don't know what they bred that girl with but she's pretty much perfect" I responded perving over my own mental image.
"That name won't do though. I mean you don't want to write this a celebrity story so you should come up with a new name for her. I got it. We'll use your usual method of changing names. It'll be something similar enough to her real name that anybody paying attention would know who you were talking about but enough different that you don't risk any lawsuits or anything. How bout we call her Michelle Tanner, and Mickie for short. Mickie Tanner." As she spoke the name tag stitched over Mika's breast came into focus with her new name, "Tanner, Michelle" stitched onto it. Beneath it was sequence of numbers but I still couldn't make them out. They didn't really matter anyway other than the way they were slightly stretched over her cleavage.
"Okay but why is she in jail? She doesn't really look like she could beat you up either." Mika was frozen in place, she wasn't even breathing not that she really needed to. "Damn it."
"Oh don't worry about her she'll dance and whatever you want once you get to that point. She knows that I'm fucking around with Officer Garcia and she could go and tell the warden on me. I'd end up in solitary for a month, Garcia would be punished as well but he'd get me first, if not him some of his friends. Security guards are like any other group of guys with guns. Cops, Marines, prison guards, they all think of each other as family. If anything I did cost Garcia his job. Let's put this way m'love, as bad as my life is now I'd be wishing for it inside a week." I shuddered slightly at the thought. For a while Nikki had been on suicide watch. It's hard for me to imagine her life being worse and her surviving. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt Garcia. I'm going to do everything that I can to protect him and keep him out of trouble because I don't want him and his friends coming after me." She offered a weak smile.
"Well that's actually pretty good. Means we've got the motivation already worked out and now it's down to the nitty gritty. I mean I'm working on this contest on Literotica called the Survivor Contest and I really want to place. So I need to squeeze a couple lesbian encounters out of you ladies." It's a fact. Lesbians bore me to tears, I'm not sure if it means I'm a little gay but porn isn't porn until there is dick involved. I'm pretty sure I'm not gay because another one of my trouble spots when I'm writing is that I have a hard time writing gay erotica.
