Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 03

"I suppose it is. Would I be spying on anyone in particular?" she got me thinking about The Crow and The Sisterhood.

"I don't know. You never really know who you're talking to in here. A lot of people aren't who they say they are. Shit, RPG, take cover," she suddenly reacted to a rocket being fired at us on the screen.

Arrow managed to evade it, but I got blown up and the game was over.

"Awww fuck it," she swore.

She seemed so young that I almost told her off for swearing.

"You're pretty good on this thing," I complemented her. "Sorry I'm not up to your standard."

"It's fine. I just wish I could play like I used to," she sighed.

"You're awesome. What do you mean?"

"I am awesome, but I used to play online with people from all over the world. It's nice that the governor lets me have a games console, but it's not the same if you can't play online."

"So, you're telling me that there's no internet in here?"

Our little chat was suddenly giving me ideas. If I could get online then I might be able to find some information to help me to escape. Just something as simple as Google satellite view would be a start. I could use it to get an aerial view of the prison and look for a possible way out. It wasn't until you had something taken away from you that you realised how valuable it was. An everyday service such as the internet was just taken for granted.

"Of course not. It's a Category A prison, remember. They can't allow us to be tweeting or instagramming or emailing the outside world," she laughed. "We're supposed to be in here as a punishment."

"I realise that, Arrow, but there must be a way to get you online with this console. What would you need to make it happen?" I quizzed.

"I'd need Wi-Fi or a mobile phone with internet capability. I could then use the phone as a hotspot and piggy back the connection and get online," she reeled it off as though she was talking about the weather. "With a four G signal it's a piece of piss. I wouldn't even need any cables."

"Would it give you full access to the internet or just the Xbox network?"

"Everything of course," she said, as if I was stupid.

Arrow obviously had a thing for computers. She was in her element explaining how easy it would be if only she had a phone.

"Well, I'd love to get online too, but where would I get a smart phone from in Bronzefield?" I asked.

She didn't seem to have any boundaries when it came to answering my questions so I just kept going.

"Fuck knows. Probably from The Crow. She controls everything that's banned in this prison. Drugs, alcohol, toiletries, the whole lot. If she can't get it then nobody can."

"What about the screws? Naomi told me that they trade stuff with the prisoners if the price is right."

"They do, but they will ask you to do dirty stuff to them," she shuddered as though she'd suddenly gotten a chill. "I doubt they'd give you a phone even if you were really filthy."

I didn't like to tell her that I was really filthy. The thought of performing lewd acts had visibly bothered her. Maybe it was all part of her being autistic, I certainly wasn't an expert on the subject.

"Maybe I should ask The Crow for a phone. Can you tell me a bit more about her? What's she like?"

"A fucking nasty bitch. Stay away from her if you can, Becca," she scoffed.

"Ok, but I'm wondering how it works. If she can get hold of things for people, what does she want in return?"

"Money and loyalty. Once you buy something from her you have to pay and you become part of her gang. The Sisterhood gets bigger every week because she recruits new girls with the promise of contraband. A lot of them are druggies so they're easy to persuade," she explained. "Do you want to play again?"

"In a minute. What do The Sisterhood do for her?" I continued.

"All sorts. They protect her for a start. I also think that The Crow uses their families to bring stuff into the prison. The contraband has to get in here somehow and that's the only way I can see her doing it. She can get them to do anything she wants. All she has to do is blackmail their families."

"Blackmail them how?"

"Once she knows who your family are, she can threaten them on the outside. She can get to anyone if she wants to. Take you for example; if she knew who your family were, she could threaten to hurt them unless you join her gang and start bringing drugs into the prison."

"She sounds like a charming woman," I joked.

"No. She's horrible. Weren't you listening?" she replied in a serious tone.

My sarcasm seemed lost on her.

"Oh wait... I get it, you're joking, right?" she suddenly caught up.

"I was joking yes," I smiled.

"You're asking a lot of questions about her. Are you sure you're not a spy?" she replied. "Are you here to take her out?"

"No. I'm not a spy. I'm just a boring accountant," I laughed. "I just like to know who I'm dealing with and what the repercussions might be if I have to trade with her. It sounds like trading with the screws would be a safer option."

"You might be right, but, like I said, they want paying in a different way. Dirty perverts. I know Naomi has done sex stuff with them to get contraband, but the thought of it makes my skin crawl," she shuddered again.

"I guess it has its place, but it's not for everyone. Shall we play another round," I nodded at the screen to lighten the mood.

"Yeah sure," she appeared excited again now that my interrogation was over.

I now had a better understanding of the pecking order in Bronzefield. The Sisterhood were running the place using similar methods to the governor. The Crow could persuade other inmates to join her gang using the carrot method and then threaten them with the stick to get them to comply with additional demands. It sounded as though there were small pockets of resistance who refused to join her and I assumed they had nothing in the outside world that The Crow could use to intimidate them.

That gave me an advantage over her because my Rebecca Sloan cover story showed that I was an only child with no living relatives. If The Crow somehow looked into my records, she'd draw a blank.

I was hoping that I wouldn't come across her after what I'd done to three of her crew, but it was always wise to know your enemy. Asking her for a phone would be a last resort. I would try my luck with the screws first. I started to mull over a small plan of action as I played the game with Arrow. Asking for a phone after only two days inside would seem suspicious and might jeopardise any future business I might need.

Instead, I decided that I'd have to test the water with someone like Spalding to ask for a more common item such as alcohol. If I was lucky, he might accept a pair of my dirty knickers as payment. From there I could wait a few days and offer him something more lucrative for a phone.

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After another hour of game play, I thought that there was no time like the present and I decided to go and find Spalding.

"Do you want to play something else now, Becca?" asked Arrow. "I've got loads of other games."

"Maybe later. I'm going to stretch my legs for a bit," I replied.

"But Naomi said I was supposed to look after you. Are you going spying?"

"No Arrow. I'm not a spy. I thought I'd go and see Mr Spalding about something. Do you know where he might be?"

"He'll be in the screw's office or patrolling the wing," she shrugged. "I've seen him this morning so I know he's on duty. What do you want to see him about?"

"I'd like to get a gift for Naomi to say thank you for looking after me in here."

"He'll ask you to do something dirty to him if you want contraband," she shuddered again.

"We'll see about that. I won't be long. Find a new game and I'll play it when I get back."

"Ok, but be careful. After what you did yesterday, The Sisterhood might be after you."

"I will. See you later."

I placed the controller on the bed before leaving her cell. I paused on the landing and took in the view from the upper floor. The wing looked the same as the previous day with people hanging around outside each other's cells in small groups. Prison life was boring to say the least so chatting and socialising were high on people's to do lists.

I spotted Spalding standing with another screw on the landing on the opposite side to me. The two of them were also taking in the view, but also laughing and joking and letching at some of the better-looking inmates. I could tell by the way that they looked at the girls that they were talking about them. I imagined their sordid conversation about what they'd like to do to them or maybe they were comparing notes about what they'd already done to them.

If I was right then they'd already be feeling horny just from their own dirty conversation. That gave me an advantage before I even approached them.

I kept an eye on them as I quickly went back to my cell to retrieve my currency from the wash bag. My white knickers were nicely creamed from my workout and a good night's sleep. I'd woken up wet and it always flavoured my gusset with my special scent.

I stuffed them into my trouser pocket and then whipped my top off. I removed my bra and then put my top back on before checking my hair in the mirror. It needed a quick fluff up to give it some extra body and I gave my cheeks a pinch to make them pink. I had no makeup so I had to make do with the old methods.

It was show time.

I went back onto the landing and walked towards Spalding and his colleague. I gave my step an extra wiggle and bounce to make my ass and tits jiggle. Getting their attention early was important. Spalding looked over as I crossed the walkway to his side of the landing and I gave him a sexy smile.

He smiled back and nudged his friend. He too looked over, but I wasn't interested in him. I knew a little something about Spalding and I knew he had a fetish for sniffing and cumming into a pair of dirty panties. Mine would be a new scent for him to enjoy and I knew he'd checked me out the day before. The other guy was a mystery to me so I focused on my target.

As I got closer, I pushed my chest out against my tight T-shirt to show that my nipples were erect and that my bra was missing.

"Morning Mr Spalding," I said. "How are you today?"

"Hi Sloan. I'm peachy thank you. How are you settling in?" he replied with an equally upbeat attitude.

The other screw listened in and checked me out, but he didn't say anything.

"OK, I guess," I shrugged. "It's going to take some getting used to."

"Well, you've got a good cell mate to show you the way. Where is Naomi by the way?" he looked over my shoulder expecting to see her, but then looked back at me.

His eyes dropped to my tits and then back up, hoping that I wouldn't notice, but I did.

"She's working," I stated. "Actually, I'd like to talk to you about her if I may."

"Sure, what's up? Is she ok?"

"Yeah, but could we talk in private?" I glanced at the other screw to make sure he knew what I meant.

"I know when I'm not wanted," he sighed. "See you in a bit."

He slapped Spalding on the shoulder like men do to wish each other luck and then he wandered off aimlessly down the landing.

"What is it?" asked Spalding, leaning on the railings with one hand.

The easiest thing to ask him for was a bottle of wine so I put my plan into action straight away.

"Naomi has been really nice to me since I got here and I'd like to do something nice for her in return," I said.

"Ok, but I don't see how I can help with that," he shrugged.

"Well, I've heard that you are a man who is able to get a hold of certain items for some of the girls. Is that true?"

"I have been known to help them out with the odd thing or two, yes," he confirmed.

"So, maybe you could help me out with an item too?" I put a little breath into my voice to sound sexy but not over the top.

"It depends what it is?"

"I'd love to get her a bottle of wine?"

He took a sharp intake of breath through his teeth like tradesmen do when the price is going to be high.

"It's possible, but it will come at a price," he smiled.

"Well, I know you have a thing for worn knickers. I have a pair of mine in my pocket," I said, giving him a glimpse of them. "I wore them last night and then worked out in them this morning. I'm sure they're nice and cunty for you."

His smile grew bigger and he licked his lips. I imagined his cock starting to grow in his shorts at the thought of smelling my pussy scent from the tiny stained garment.

"That's a good start," he replied. "But panties aren't going to be enough for a bottle of wine. It's a difficult item to smuggle in."

"OK. What will it cost me then?"

I knew that my dirty knickers weren't going to be enough, but I wanted to show him that I was serious about the transaction.

"You see, the problem is, I can't get booze onto the wing by myself. It's a three-man operation," he began to explain.

"So, does that mean you want three pairs of my knickers?" I quizzed. The ones I'm wearing are getting nicely creamed."

"No. We'll need a lot more than dirty knickers," he sniggered.

"What will it take then? I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement," I stuck my chest out a little more to enhance my breasts. "How about if I give you all a handjob?"

"That's still not going to be enough I'm afraid. The prison price for a bottle of wine is a blowjob in return," he said. "That's the price."

"What? A blowjob each?" I gasped, as though I hadn't seen it coming.

"Like I said, it's a three-man operation. Three men; three dicks; three loads to swallow."

I thought about it for a second just to make it seem like it was a difficult decision to make. I had no problem sucking off three guys. It seemed like an expensive bottle of wine but at least he hadn't asked to fuck me. I knew I would be asking for a much more valuable item in the coming days and I didn't want to give everything away at once. I had to hold something back for future purchases.

"That sounds fucking expensive," I said. "I'm not sure about a blowjob. How about I give you a handjob each and you can all cum on my tits?"

"This isn't a negotiation, Sloan. I've named the price. I can get a bottle of wine into your cell by lock up time tonight, but we'll need payment in advance. Take it or leave it"

I thought about it again for effect and then agreed.

"I'll take it," I replied. "Just tell me when and where."

"Wow, you are an eager beaver, aren't you? We like it when you're enthusiastic. I'll get the other two guys and meet you downstairs outside the interview room. It's next to the shower block."

"Ok. When?"

"Give me five minutes to find the others and we'll meet you there. I hope you're open minded because the other two aren't as friendly as I am," he smirked.

"I'll be fine and I can assure you that you won't be disappointed with my performance. My pussy's juicing up just thinking about it."

"You are a naughty little girl aren't you. Just don't say I didn't warn you. I hope you're feeling thirsty."

"I'm always thirsty for spunk," I said with a serious look on my face. "I love the way it feels as it slides down the back of my throat and swims around in my belly. I just hope that your balls have refilled after you spunked into Naomi's knickers yesterday."

"Oh... you know about that?" he said sounding surprised.

"Yeah. She told me all about it and then showed me what a mess you'd made in her gusset. She seemed to really enjoy wearing your cum next to her pussy."

He took a visible gulp as he thought about it. I was turning on the dirty talk for him and I knew he was hard by now. I could practically smell it.

"Is that what she told you?"

"She told me all sorts of things," I winked. "You know how us girls like to gossip."

"Indeed. Come on, let's go and complete our transaction," he sniggered.

He walked down the left-hand landing and I walked down the right. I watched him catch up with his colleague and they both turned to see me heading down the stairs. No doubt Spalding was describing what a dirty bitch I was and that I was about to suck their cocks like a two-dollar hooker.

My heart skipped a beat at what I was about to do. I was literally about to prostitute myself for a cheap bottle of wine. I felt dirty and cheap, but also extremely horny. It was funny how things turned out in life. Only a few days ago I was sipping expensive champagne onboard a multi-million-pound yacht. Now, I was about to get on my knees in front of three strangers for a bottle of supermarket wine and three loads of spunk.

I felt my pussy lips swelling inside my underwear as my body went into overdrive. I felt slick between my legs and I new I was absolutely soaking wet. My nipples were as hard as bullets and they rubbed against my T-shirt as my braless tits jiggled up and down with each step.

I got a few sideways glances from some of the other inmates as I passed them and I realised that I was grinning like a lunatic. It wasn't a problem that I was going to enjoy this, but I should have been hiding my emotions a little better.

I made it to the door of the interview room and I leant against the wall while I waited for my clients to arrive. For the first time since I'd arrived, I felt like I was in charge. I was doing something proactive for myself and it felt good to be back in the driving seat, even if it was going to be short lived. If Spalding was true to his word with the wine, I could then ask him about getting hold of a phone in a couple of days' time. I was pretty sure that once he'd experienced my skilful mouth and hands, he'd want to try out my pussy or my ass in exchange for a more valuable item.

About five minutes passed and I saw Spalding approaching with two other screws. I recognised them both straight away and my heart sank a little. One of them was the guy whom Spalding had been with on the landing, but the other one was the fat custody officer I'd spoken to when I'd arrived. All three of them looked like the cat who'd got the cream, but I knew that it was me who was about to be creamed. I read their name badges as they arrived and unlocked the door. The fat guy was called Wright and the guy from the landing was called King.

"This way Sloan," said King. "We need to have a word with you about something."

He was trying to make it look like I was about to be interviewed for the benefit of anyone watching. He needn't have bothered as this was a quiet part of the wing and there was virtually no one around.

King entered the room first and I was ushered in behind him by Spalding, with Wright bringing up the rear. The door was closed and locked behind us.

"She's certainly a sexy little bitch," said King. "And she's not wearing a bra either by the look of things."

"Just the way I like it," leered Wright. "I remember when you arrived the other night. I told you I'd be getting better acquainted with you."

The guy was sweating just from the short walk and his face was red. He was puffing like a steam train and I wasn't looking forward to sucking his cock. I knew beggars couldn't be choosers when you were in my position, but at least Spalding and King were nice looking and in shape. Two out of three wasn't bad.

"Can I ask why it takes three of you to smuggle in one bottle of wine?" I asked.

"It's not as simple as it sounds. It takes two of us to carry it in and one to act as a distraction in case anyone gets suspicious," said Wright.

"Two people to carry one bottle? Really?" I scoffed.

"We have to decant it into two smaller plastic water bottles to make it more discreet. If the cleaners find an empty wine bottle in the bin, then the alarm will be raised. No one thinks twice about water bottles. We're taking a hell of a risk here," said Wright.

"I hadn't thought of that," I replied. "I appreciate your help."