Life was going good for Jim. He had a great job as a manager with a growing retail company. He had a great house and car. His wife was pregnant with their first child. They had money in the bank and everything was going great.
Then suddenly it ended. He was called in by upper management. Thousands of dollars had been embezzled from the company. Auditors said that Jim had stolen the money. Jim was asked to explain the loses but couldn't so he as escorted to his desk with a box to clean it out. Then he was escorted from the building.
Jim was shocked at what had occurred and told his wife nothing when he got home leaving the small box hidden in his trunk. However with the money he had saved and his investments he knew things would alright until he could get things straightened out or find another job.
The next day things got worse. His wife had just left for work when two men in suits knocked on his door. He opened the door and the men introduced themselves as detectives with a warrant to arrest Jim for theft.
Surprised the men quickly grabbed Jim handcuffed him and hustled him into a car. Jim tried to explain his innocence but the men wouldn't listen. Soon he found himself in sitting on a bench with others awaiting booking in the county jail.
The he started calling attorneys and soon found one willing to represent him. His attorney was optimistic he could get him a good deal but Jim protested and refused to plead guilty and insisted on going to trial. More charges were added and as the trial approached his lawyer became more insistent that Jim take a deal.
At trial many accountants and auditors testified Jim was accused now of stealing over a hundred thousand dollars using credit cards belonging to company and it's customers. Despite his protests he was soon convicted.
At his sentencing the judge was harsh. Pointing to Jim's education and the position he had held he gave Jim the maximum sentence. Six years in prison.
The deputies cuffed Jim and took him out the back door of the court room to the jail.
To soon he found himself riding in a van and arriving at the prison where he was unloaded onto a loading dock like so much merchandise being delivered. Two large men grey uniforms started barking orders pushing him through steal doors into another room where a short skinny black rather effeminate man in tight fitting green uniform that looked stood behind a counter.
Looking Jim up and down the man smiled coyishly at Jim. "Take everything off and place it on the counter." one of the guards barked.
As Jim stripped the fem black man behind the counter worked setting a pile of items on the counter. Once he was naked the man put Jim's things a large plastic bag leaving Jim's bikini under short on the counter.
The guards examined Jim's belongings and made him squat and spread his ass cheeks. Jim was humiliated but the black man behind the countered smiled sympathetically at him as he pushed a pile of items over to him.
The guards let him put his under wear back on and then a set of the green scrubs. Pulling on the uniform he found it very baggy and loose fitting. The fem black man whispered "You can get that fitted better once you get settled in. I think you will be very popular".
The guards led him through a heavy metal mesh door and out into a hallway. The hallway was very wide with guards standing along the sides. Many large powerful men in green scrubs wandered the hallway some mopping or doing other chores, most had closely trimmed hair and tattoos. Compared to his slender frame they were powerful dangerous looking men.
He noticed the smaller men all had tight fitting uniforms and many seemed to have jewelry and piercings.
The guard led him into a large central area where several hallways met. There was a large glass window protected by heavy steal grating behind which he could see several guards typing on computers and working at various tasks. The guard escorting him went to the window a tray opened up the guard took a small paper out then turning to Jim motioned for him to follow.
Going through another steal gate the guard led him down a long hallway with steal gate doors on either side. Looking in Jim saw that it was cell blocks behind the gates. Eventually the guard stopped at a gate and hollered in.
Another guard came and opened the gate from the inside. "Get in." the guard barked. Jim shuffled in and the gate slammed shut behind him.
"Put your bedding on the desk and wait till we get you a cell assigned." this guard said in a bored tone.
Setting his pile of blankets and uniforms on the wooden desk just inside the gate. Jim started looking around. He saw a long wide room before him. At the far end a huge tv was mounted high on the wall. To high for anyone to reach without a ladder. Two walkways were above the main floor with steal doors running the length of the walkways. Many men stood in the doorways or leaned on the rails talking to others.
As he stood there gawking a short young man with blond hair and an older man with grey hair came up to him. Both had tight fitting uniforms and round circular ear rings. "Hello welcome to E block." the older man said "Why don't you come sit with us."
The led them over to a table and Jim sat down with them. Both men talked softly Jim noticed they seemed rather effeminate. But they were friendly and Jim was scared.
"So I am Susie" the younger man said "And this is Charlie. Who are you? "
"I am Jim."
"Well you will certainly make lots of friends here with your build, thin guys like you get lots of attention." Charlie said.
"You need to get comfortable you will be here awhile." Charlie explained.
Looking around Jim saw the other men around were all large hard looking men much bigger then him. The men sat at tables that seemed racially divided. Black sat with blacks, whites with whites, Latinos with Latinos. There was one very thin white boy with red hair who sat at a table with several black men but other wise the tables were very segregated.
Jim noticed when the red head stood up that on the middle of his back just above his ass was a tattoo of a black spade with the letter Q in it. Jim thought that was a very strange tat and wondered what it mean.
After they had spent some time talking a guard with a white shirt came up to the table followed by huge red haired prisoner.
"Alright inmate your assigned to cell 315. This is your cell mate. get your stuff and get up there and set up. Red here will show you around and get you situated." the guard ordered.
"Come on boy lets get you set up." Red said in a friendly tone.
Jim picked up his bundle and followed Red up the stairs. As they got to the top of the stairs Red walked to cell in the center of the tier. Walking in Red stepped to the side and motioning to the bunk beds said "Your in the top bunk.".
Jim set his bundle on the thin mattress. He sorted through the belongings setting the sheets and thin blanket on the mattress he turn to the two lockers on the opposite wall. One of the lockers hung open Jim saw it was empty and hung his other two uniforms inside. Looking through his bundle Jim found a small bottle of shampoo a green bar of soap, a tooth brush and generic tooth paste and one large white towel.
Red was laying on his bunk watching Jim get settled in. "If you can get some money put on your commissary account you can get shampoo and better soap. and maybe some snacks. Your allowed one free call when you arrive but you have 24 hours to use it. Go to the phone and if ya got someone to call ask them to send twenty five bucks to your commissary.".
"Well I could call my wife." Jim answered.
"Great lets go get her on the phone." Red said with a broad grin. "But get your bed together first."
Jim made up his bed then followed Red down to the day room. Susie and Charlie sat at their table with them now sat the red head with the tattoo on her back and a short thin black man and an Asian man whose age was hard to tell. All three of the new comers were very effeminate and had ear rings. Their eye brows were plucked and they looked almost like girls. All their uniforms were tailored and well fitting compared to what Jim had.
"Hey girls help him get his first phone call so he can get some money on his account for commissary." Red instructed them.
"Oh sure Red." Charlie said smiling happily up at Red.
After Red walked away Susie smiled at Jim "Looks like Red really likes you. Your in good hands he will take good care of you and no one will dare bother you now."
"Come on lets get your phone call done you can only talk for 5 minutes so do you know the number?" Charlie led him over to the phone.
"Ok dial 9 first then when the operator comes on give your name and your prison number, that's on your ID, tell them who you want to call and give them the number. When they connect you remember you only got 5 minutes and everything will be recorded so don't say anything that can get you in trouble just say hi your here and you need money sent for commissary and I will give you the number they can use to send it."
He was soon connected to his wife "Honey I got here and have got settled in but I need a few things." Jim explained.
His wife sounded concerned "Oh Jim I've been working on things I looked over your bank accounts and after the court took the restitution there is still enough to cover to cover the mortgage and most the expenses and your friend Bob has offered to give me a job. Hopefully your appeal will go thru and you will be out soon."
"Yes honey I so miss you but I need money to get somethings here " Jim explained desperately Charlize whispered in his ear "I need you to send me fifty dollars call this number and put fifty on my account so I can get soap and what need."
"Alright honey I will send that tonight." she answered as the phone disconnected.
Hanging up the phone Jim walked back to the table with Charlie Jim saw the red head with tattoo sitting facing the Asian who was plucking his eye brows.
Jim sat down and the one calling herself Susie asked "So do you have some money coming?"
