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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At 3pm, one by one, groups of nude women all came into the cafeteria and grabbed an empty metal tray, and formed a line to get their meal. Zoe was in front of the gang, followed by Charlotte, then Momma, then Titch, and finally Dragon. Each held an empty dinner tray, each ready to be filled.
Just before the girls reached the food, Zoe turned her head back to Charlotte.
"Don't worry, the food's not too bad. As long as you make sure it's dead before you eat it, it won't kill ya." Zoe joked.
"Oh she's just kidding sweetie." Momma chimed in. "But if you really don't like it then I'll whip you up something yummy to eat." Momma gave Charlotte a little slap on her right ass cheek and giggled.
The line shuffled forward and Charlotte stood in front of one of the dinner ladies. behind the counter were a few prisoners, each doing their own jobs preparing the food. One thing that stood out was the fact that they weren't all totally naked, they each wore an apron, which ironically, made them seem more naked.
The food was dumped on to all of the trays and the women took their seats at one of the tables. Mash potato, carrots, peas, a small slab of some kind of meat, and a single slice of white bread. As prison food goes, this wasn't half bad, if not a little bland.
Zoe sat next to Charlotte, with Titch, Momma, and Dragon on the other side of the table facing them, and they all started consuming their meals.
"So how you feelin', bein' naked this long?" Zoe asked Charlotte as she shovelled a forkful of mash potato into her mouth before swallowing it.
"O-Oh, well umm, I don't know. 'Awkward' would be a good word to describe how I'm feeling I guess." Charlotte replied.
"Don't worry, you get used to it. Give it time and eventually you'll forget what it feels like to wear clothes." Zoe said. "Besides, who would wanna cover this rockin' bod?" Suddenly, Zoe shuffled closer to Charlotte so that the sides of their bare asses and thighs were touching, and Zoe wrapped her left arm across Charlotte's back, placing her hand on her hip.
Charlotte felt tense at the sudden contact, but Zoe reassured her that she had nothing to worry about.
"Ah, still a little tense I see. Don't worry babe, we'll look after you and make you feel right at home." Zoe brushed a strand of hair out of Charlotte's face and kissed her on the cheek before giving her a warm smile. Just like before, when Momma cuddled her on the courtyard, Charlotte felt a sense of relief and comfort, and she began to relax a little more. She picked up her fork and began to eat her meal.
"So, why are we all naked anyway?" Charlotte asked the group.
"Oh!" Momma replied. "That's to keep us all from hurting each other."
"You know how in some prisons, inmates would hide a shank in their clothes..." Titch chimed in. "...well that doesn't happen here. Got nowhere to hide anything like that when you're dressed like this." Titch leaned back to show off her bare chest. "The only things that'll stab into you are fingers, tongues, dildos, strap-ons, and Catalina."
"Catalina?" Charlotte asked.
The group fell silent for a few moments. Everyone looked around the table at each other. Zoe was the only one to comment. "Don't you worry about Catalina. She's in Titch's cell block. When we see her, we'll let you know."
Charlotte didn't know how to take that. Was Catalina a bully in here? Was she one of the guards? Or was she a dangerous prisoner? The fact that the others didn't even want to talk about her frightened Charlotte more than if they had straight up told her what Catalina's deal is.
The group all went back to eating their meals. The way they ate really showed their personalities. Titch would mix up her food as much as she could and eat forkfuls at a time. Momma would rearrange her food to make it look presentable before eating any of it. Dragon would carefully impale each food item on to her fork in a shish-kebab style so that all the food groups were on her fork at one time before eating it. Zoe didn't seem to care what she ate, showing her relaxed nature.
All around the cafeteria, the majority of prisoners would eat their meals, chat, and not much else, but elsewhere, you would spot a few inmates engaged in all different kinds of sexual acts.
