Free Birds Of West County Jail: Interracial Group Lesbian Erotica by Bebe Lix

 
    Birds Of West County Jail
    by Bebe Lix

     
    Birds Of West County Jail
    Published by Bebe Lix
    Copyright © 2014 Bebe Lix
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    May not be copied or distributed without prior written permission.
    Cover photo: Can Stock Photo 2014 © wlangeveld
    Cover Design: Bebe Lix

     
    Birds Of West County Jail is the stand-alone prequel to the sweet and sexy 60-page novella Shakedowns Are The New Foreplay !

    The women weren't chanting "fresh meat" in low tones as I walked, hands shackled, through the narrow hall of West County Jail.
    That would have been too cliche. Things like that don't happen in real life. If I thought I heard their quiet whispers, it was only because I was imagining it.
    They weren't looking at each other and grinning, laughing at the scared-looking white girl who had suddenly found herself in their midst. Real women don't do that, even incarcerated ones.
    They weren't trying to freak me out with the way they shook the bars of their cells and stared at me with terrifying intensity in their eyes.
    If they were trying to freak me out, though, it was working.
    Every few steps that I took led me past another cell, some on the left and some on the right. The hallway seemed endless, and the women, white and black and Latina in identical orange jumpsuits, blended into each other. Soon I would be another one of them.
    I wasn't meant to be here. I had committed the crime, it was true. Well, I guessed it was true. But I wasn't like these women, and that was clear to all of us.
    "This is your cell, Molly," the guard said. She hadn't introduced herself, but her nametag read Thompson. Her no-nonsense attitude was strangely comforting. With her white hair and stern glasses, I almost felt as though I was back in primary school.
    The three other women in the cell stared at me openly as Thompson unlocked the bar door and led me inside. One, a short chubby black woman with braided hair, licked her full, round lips.
    "Thank you," I said. As much as I would have liked to scream and curse, I figured it was necessary to be polite. I wouldn't want to be on the guard's bad side, after all.
    A shout came from across the hall. "Fresh meat!" The four women in that cell were all at the door holding the bars.
    Thompson nodded curtly, ignoring the other women. Gesturing to the upper bunk of the bunk bed closer to the bar door, she said, "Your bed."
    I would be sleeping above the black woman. Well, it didn't matter. I didn't think I would be any more or less safe if I was sleeping closer to the other two. The young white girl with a long scar down the side of her face chewing gum slowly was probably more dangerous than her. She was pretty enough to be a model, or at least a stripper. If she was in here, she must have gone wrong somewhere along the line.
    How had I gotten myself into this situation? I never thought I would end up here when I agreed to transfer funds to an account that wasn't on the payroll. It was such a small amount, and my boss was the one who told me to do it. But the courts hadn't believed that I didn't know what I was doing.
    "Make your bed," Thompson continued. "Lights out in ten minutes."
    I wiped my sweaty palms against my khaki jumpsuit as Thompson left, locking the bar door behind her. In a day or two I would be getting my orange one like the other women here - like the other prisoners, I should say. For the moment, the color marked me as new. It wasn't something that I thought I would enjoy being marked as.
    Ignoring the other three, I climbed the stepladder to my new bed. "Nice ass," I could have sworn I heard one of the three whisper.
    I looked back; from her guilty expression, it must have been the thirty-something light-skinned black woman who had spoken. I wasn't hearing things, after all.
    It was kind of flattering that she liked my ass. I always found it too big, totally out of place on a slim white girl like me. In any case, it wasn't worth responding to.
    At least the prisoners across the