Bad Girl

I booked a one bedroom

You have a bruise on your cheek, and the amber lights that surround the prison are shining in from outside the prison. Feeling your lover's tongue tease your sex you close your eyes gripping the rail of the top bunk your body shivers as you come to a climax. The redhead under the blanket kisses her way up your stomach, up your chest eventually you kiss. The two of you break apart starting to laugh. 'Thank you, Natalie.' you stroke her snowy white cheek which is partly pink between a blush and from being under the blankets. 'I just wish you would be more careful.' her green eyes look into yours. 'I can't help it, he's a pig when I see the way he touches you it makes my blood run cold. You shouldn't have to put up with that, he's your employer.' you say bitterly. 'And he's only my employer because I took this job to be closer to you, I couldn't bare the thought of you being in here and me out there. It's my fault you're in here anyway.' You cup her chin. 'What he did to you was not your fault, what I did to him was my choice none of this is on you.' you kiss her again.

There is noise outside which never happens this late so you both get up and peer through the bars as the police van drives into the prison. 'Little late for new arrivals is it not?' you frown. Natalie frowns watching the van then subconsciously grabs her hip. 'Shit, I forgot my radio.' she jumps up buttoning her white shirt and fixing the black tie, she ties up her red hair. 'Reynolds is doing the late shift tonight if he catches me-' 'If he catches you and does anything you tell me, and I will spend the rest of my life behind bars if it means seeing his end.' you warn. Natalie comes back to you and you lean down stealing a kiss. 'Don't be daft, I'll be fine, I'll see you tomorrow.' she unlocks your cell door and looks back at you. 'I love you.' You smile the amber light makes your skin glow. 'You too.' you whisper.

Natalie leaves and locks your cell door you sigh and roll over intending to go to sleep, fifteen minutes pass, and just as you are drifting off the lights in your cell shine bright and you hear a commotion outside. 'The fuck?' you groan tiredly. 'I'm telling you, I'm innocent, she jumped! She jumped! She jumped! She isn't even dead Cruella is Estella this is all a ploy against me. Take off these handcuffs.' you frown and pull your pillow over your head. Your cell door clicks open and you roll over lifting your pillow to see what's going on. The first thing you see is that smug bastard, Reynolds, and he's looking pleased with himself. 'Remember when you said there was nothing I could do to you?' You glare at him. 'Well I got you a new cell mate.' you sit up. 'You can't this room is a single the bottom bunk is broken.' you point out. 'Oh dear so it is.' he puts his boot on the lower bed snapping the frame so the mattress hits the floor.

'Bring her in.' Okay, this you weren't expecting, some woman in a long silver evening gown her hair piled high she looks rather elegant even if she is ranting and raving. 'You can't do this.' you sit up immediately thinking about Natalie the last thing you need is a cellmate let alone this lunatic. 'John, I need to speak to John.' 'It's not a room for two people it's got to be against regulations.' 'She jumped I'm telling you she jumped!' 'I was promised by you, I did you that favour, you said I could keep a single.' 'If you just get John-' 'SHUT UP.' he roars his voice echoes and you both go quiet. 'These are the living arrangements, I hope you enjoy your new abode Baroness, sorry the penthouse suite wasn't available.' he starts to laugh and heads out of the cell. 'Enjoy your night ladies.' he winks and shuts the door locking it. The Baroness goes quiet her hand on her hip watching him frozen in shock.

It's only now she seems to realise she is not alone in the room she turns on her heel and sees you. 'I can't be in here, please help, help me, I'm not like these people this is all a misunderstanding.' she bangs on the door. You raise your eyebrows, these people? Okay, posh bitch whatever your still the one sleeping on the floor tonight. You turn over and pull the pillow over your ear groaning in annoyance. The Baroness woman continues to rant and rave and shout much to the annoyance of the other prisoners she has woken who all start shouting for her to shut up. You grip the pillow tighter over your head of course he got back at you in the best way possible he locked you up with a fucking lunatic. The lights go out but the ranting continues for a while the hours pass and she eventually stops.

The Baroness slides down the door her face pressed against it she shivers with the cold and the thin gown but she doesn't go near the bottom bunk. Partly because it's like admitting defeat that she is stuck in this dreadful place and partly because you are a criminal and you frighten her. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. The older woman stays curled up against the door all night trying to protect herself from the cold. You could tell her that being beside the door doesn't make her any closer to getting out but fuck it she can learn that herself. You fall back asleep for what feels like minutes when she starts banging and screaming again. You groan and check the clock it's 5 am you've had a few hours of sleep but this is still far too early and the other prisoners are shouting complaints too.

You've had enough you swing your legs off the top of the bunk bed jumping down you march over to her and grab her wrist spinning her around. You pin her wrist above her head against the door, and your other hand grabs her throat and squeezes threateningly. 'Listen, lady, I don't know what posh bitch castle you used to live in but that's gone now, so either shut the fuck up screaming like a spoiled brat or I will shut you up,' you lean in dangerously close and she flinches she's obviously afraid. 'For good.' you hold eye contact your faces are so close you can smell her breath that it has a faint hint of expensive champagne. 'I-' but she can't do anything she has no power in here and she knows it, she opens and closes her mouth. 'Good girl, that's all I wanted.' you pat her cheek and she flinches again. You let her go and climb back up onto your bed drawing the covers over you and going to sleep.

The Baroness feels tears coming again as she shifts to the corner of the room and slides down the wall falling into silence.