The characters in this story are over the age of 18.
This is my second ever story, and my first ever story that I hope to turn into a multi-part series. If you like it, let me know and I'll start uploading the rest. If you don't like it, let me know why and I'll try and re-work it so it's more acceptable.
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Zoe's cell, or rather, Zoe and Charlotte's cell, wasn't the biggest space. Inside, there was a toilet, a desk with a chair, a few shelves with a few books, and a single bed pressed up against the right corner or the room.
"So what they got'cha in for?" Zoe asked.
"O-oh, my boyfriend was making and selling drugs.", Charlotte stammered out. "I didn't know about it, but since I was with him and they found us together at our home, they just kind of assumed I was part of it."
"Damn..." Zoe replied, moving to sit on the bed, her back against the corner of the wall, placing her left leg on the bed while leaving her right one hanging off, leaving her legs wide open and pussy exposed. She seemed to relax a little. "...shitty luck."
"Y-yeah." Charlotte responded, as she moved to sit on the chair next to the desk, turning it to face Zoe.
Charlotte couldn't help but look over her new cellmate. Her naked body on full display. Pear shaped, but with a hint of muscles. It seemed like a fair few amount of women in here were rather toned. Makes sense. One of the cliches about prison is that everyone works out in the courtyard, and it looked like the cliche was true.
Since Zoe was now facing Charlotte directly, she had a chance to clearly see her face. Sharp. She had a strong jaw, and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Lips that thinned as they reached the edges. What was most captivating about her face was her eyes. While most of her looked tough, her eyes were somewhat seductive. Thick lashes, and lazy eyelids that almost covered her emerald green eyes.
"So, what about you?" Charlotte asked.
"Me? Oh, bank robbery. Me and my crew were gonna take every last dollar out of the big bank, up by 5th. Shit went south, we got caught, ended up here. Simple." The way she told the story, it seemed like she had told it plenty of times in the past.
"Sorry to hear that." Charlotte told Zoe.
"Nahhh" Zoe waved her hand. "Old news. Anyway, it ain't to bad in here. As longs as you ain't getting up in anybody's shit, you're good. If shit starts to get rowdy in here, I ain't lettin' anyone hurt my new girlfriend." Zoe looked at Charlotte with a smile and a wink. Were they 'girlfriends' now? Or was that just a name for new people? Whatever the situation, it did feel kind of nice to know that she was protected, by a bank robber no less.
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1pm struck and all prisoners were ushered out into the courtyard. For Charlotte, it felt so weird to be totally nude outside. Sure, she had walked around in a swimsuit or a bikini in her backyard or on the beach from time to time during hot summers, but to be this exposed, in such a big area, around so many strangers, it felt to surreal.
Over near the other side of the courtyard, Charlotte could see the petite blonde woman from before. She was walking under the arm of her tall, muscular cellmate. Her posture was rigid. Her arms were tight at her side, and her shoulders were locked in position near her ears, as if she was trying to hide her head in them or like she was in a state of an indefinite shrug.
Her tall cellmate introduced her to her friends. They all were very glad to meet her. Every single one of them were as tall, tanned, and muscular she she was. They looked like a group of amazons compared to this shy, pale, kitten of a woman. Each got up from their seat and began inspecting the newbie with eager smiles. They would gently caress her, a few would feel her ass cheeks, a few would flick her nipples, all the while the cellmate gently brushed her hair with her hand. They welcomed her and offered her a seat before sitting down with her.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was following Zoe's lead. The two walked around the corner of the building and into a small, shaded area, where three other women were seated, their backs against the walls. The area was nothing more than three walls. Nicely hidden from the sun, but not invisible, as it was in view of one of the guard towers.
"Sup Zoe.", one of the women said.
The woman who spoke was pale, and had red hair which was as short as Zoe's, only a different style. Rather than being half shaved, it was shaved along the sides and spiked forward. She also wore a pair of round glasses. She was the shortest of the group, and noticeably thinner too, which only defined her abs even more. She had a thin face. 'Plucky' would be a good word to describe her. Her pussy, like Charlotte's was waxed clean, unlike Zoe's landing strip.
"Hey Titch.", Zoe replied, taking a seat opposite two of the women, and sitting next to the third. 'Titch'? The nickname makes sense, seeing as she's the smallest of the group.
