"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
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From now on ☁︎ means it's starting her backstory, the cloud at the end means the flashback is ending , I start it off slow at first, just go with it. Not everything's fights and wars, that's not reality.
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"Let me get...", the guy sitting at the barstool, yelling over the loud club music blasting in everyone's ear, paused to think for a moment. "let me have a...", he let out an exasperated sigh. "just let me have some shots."
"Oh, boo.", I teased. "Boring, but alright.", I shrugged and got him what he ordered. He downed one, then the second- he said shots, not shot- then walked off after paying me.
My buzzer started beeping signaling it was time for me to get on stage. I got my tips, there weren't much, and tucked them in my purse. I went to the backstage room, it was just a black curtain in reality.
I was tipsy, but it wasn't enough for my usual show. I headed to the cabinet, after throwing my purse in the back to keep it hidden, and took out my bag of cocaine. Once the drug was in my system, working its forgetful magic, I stripped of my clothes and placed myself in leather pants and a black bra with straps around it.
I wasn't myself under the influence, nobody was, so despite my overgrowing fear of being nude, or almost nude, in front of anyone, I wouldn't mind until my brain shoots back to normal.
I wasn't ashamed of my body, I actually quite liked it, I just have this childhood fear of my own nudity flaunted about for all eyes to see.
I made sure each strand of hair in my head was as curly as a pigs tail before starting towards the door, not curtain, and tripping on my way to do so. I didn't fall, just got scared.
I held to the handle and started my strut to the pole. I grabbed it and men from every direction cheered, most of them were regulars, some were new, but neither nor I still put on a show.
My small body was grinding and swinging on the metal, my hands blistering from holding my weight at such weird and awkward angles. I was upside down with my legs spread at one point.
Money was tossed my way, I leaned down and cupped my chest for a man to stick a 20 dollar bill into, I smirked and blew a kiss to him as I stood back up- flipping my long black hair back, and running my hands up my thigh, as I did so.
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He handed me the same beige uniform as the others and I felt relieved to be almost out of that orange, it made me stand out even more.
"You'll be in electrical. I guess, I don't know. If he says anything just say Pearson told you to go there.", he said and really just didn't know what he was doing in general.
He walked away and I walked back to my bunk to quickly change. I couldn't really do much with the clothes, so I just picked them up then saw a hamper full of what looked like dirty clothes. Problem solved.
Now to find electrical... I sighed and made my way down hallway after hallway, getting nowhere. I saw a tall blond white girl and since she was closest to me I headed her way.
I had to act tough in here, like I've been here before or been here for years. "Hey, blondie-lox!", I called and she turned around, her blueish-green eyes staring at me like throwing knifes to a target.
"I think it's goldie-lox.", she said and I rolled my eyes, not meaning it but, trying to stay looking tough.
"Where's electrical?", I asked her and she looked down at the floor then back up at me. "Hello? I need electrical."
She was laughing and I just shook my head with narrowed eyes. The fuck what this bitch doing?
"Just follow me, I'm headed there as well.", she said and I just rolled my eyes as she turned around. Fucking weirdo.
We headed to a yard- or the pathway leading to what looked like a yard, I couldn't get a good look with the building in the way- the went into through a door. Almost instantly a man started speaking.
"Uh- fucking, um, Chapman.", he said almost like he forgot her name, which I never knew, or like he didn't want another person in here. "Who's this?"
The girl, Chapman?, shrugged and walked to take a seat. I groaned, walking over to his desk and placing my hands on it. "I just got here at 3am today, my names Mariana- I mean Alaniz. How the fuck does that work, can't everyone just use their first name?", I started saying but then started asking.
The guy shrugged. "Look, I don't have anyone even Mexican in this group-"
"Hold on, hold on, stop yourself there. I'm Latina, there's no Mexican or Mexicano- I'm Latina. Not that you care but I do.", I interrupted. This guy didn't seem a threat, he seemed like an idiot.
"I guess just take a seat here, I'm on thin ice with Caputo and don't need to be fired by letting an inmate work when they aren't even on my schedule.", he said and pushed a chair to the edge of his desk, next to a wall and the thing itself.
I took a seat in the chair and a few girls were staring me down, like they already wanted to skin me alive. "So I just sit her the entire day?", I asked and he shrugged.
"Not the entire day, only a few hours.", he said with raised eyebrows and a stupid sarcastic smile.
"Because a few hours is so much better.", I muttered and rested my right leg over my left knee. "Who's Caputo?", I then asked.
"You're kidding?", he said as if I should know who the person is, I got here at 3am incase he forgot. "He owns this shit-heap of a prison- uh, lets not tell him I saw that.", he chuckled. I read his name tag, written on his shirt, and it said Luschek. Weird.
"So why should I've known him?", I asked and turned my chair so the back of the chair was to the wall and my knees were pressed against the desk.
"I don't know, aren't inmates suppose to see him right off the bat?", he asked me. How the hell would I know? "You don't look like the prisoner type. Why're you here? Sexually assaulting an old man?", he asked then chuckled before his next question. "Are you one of those chicks who fucks animals? That's just weird, are the animals dicks like people's dicks? Are there balls and shit?"
I stopped him right there, "It had nothing to do with any sexual intercourse at all. Also, aren't guards not suppose to ask that?"
"I'm asking because, frankly, you're too hot to be in a prison."
