I stayed locked up in a cell for what seemed like hours now. Alone and naked in the freezing cell waiting for someone to bring me some clothes and take me out of here. It was so cold I would have been happy if someone would have brought me a blanket. The last time I saw any one is when the total bitch of a deputy sheriff roughly pushed me inside. I fell on the floor in a naked heap then herd the deputy give a satisfied giggle as she slammed the door and locked me it.
Me hitting the road with my best friend from school and her boyfriend didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Getting busted with 3 pounds of chronic weed changed all that. I didn’t know it was in the trunk. When my girlfriend asked if I wanted to go cross country with her and her boyfriend I quickly
said yes. My mom was being a total bitch and daddy wasn’t going to help, so I took off.
I heard a noise down the hall. A door opened then slammed shut. Key’s rattled and then footsteps sounded down the corridor getting closer. Finally someone was going to bring me some clothes and get me out of this cell.
When she approached cage though she didn’t have any clothes in her hand. She only held a key about to unlock the door. She stopped for a moment looking in at me standing there completely bare in the middle of the cold holding cell. “Very nice,” was all she said before putting the key into the lock and opening the door.

“Step out of the cell,” she ordered. I stepped out of the cell and she gripped my upper arm tightly and started leading me roughly down the corridor, We went through first one gate, then another. Entering a large open area with tables with chairs attached bolted to the floors. On each side were cell one after another on two separate floors.
As we moved a little further into the open area my nakedness started to get the attention of the other inmates. “Hey baby, come on over to my cell I’ll make you feel good,” one taunted. “Want to taste my pussy sweetie.” another chimed in.
Still gripping my arm I was lead all the way to the back passing every cell were women in there cells would make comments about my naked body as I waked pass. Two doors to the end she stopped, stuck her key in door and ordered me to go in.
The cell itself was as small as my bath room was back home. Four beds were bolted two the wall, two on each side, one on top of another. Behind the bunk beds on one side was a metal toilet with no lid, on the other a metal sink. No one else was in the cell at the time but I saw evidence of my cell mates by the neatly arranged items that were there.

I barely had a chance to look around before three women dressed in the familiar orange jail issue clothes came in laughing. When they noticed me they stopped laughing though and just starred at me for a moment. The one that came in first was a tall brunet with long straight hair tied in a ponytail on top of her head. Her figure was imposing standing so close. Being naked as I was I felt extra vulnerable.
“What have we here,” said the tall woman to her shorter but even harder looking woman that entered the cell behind her. They were all now starring at my nakedness making me more self conscience and nervous.
“mmmm” came the unanimous reply from the other two. “That sure looks good to me” the shortest woman that came in last. She was Latino and had a devious grin on her face and wicked gleam in her eye.
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