Hard Time (Hard Time Series Book 1)

Sisters Chatting

STEF POV

Some days were uneventful at Chowchilla Women's Correctional Facility which was a miracle considering it was the largest women's prison in country housing over 2800 inmates. Other days were a mess and plagued with one event after the other almost like a domino effect spiraling out of control. It was the usual shit with fights breaking out over girlfriends, lovers, cellmates, rival groups, fucked up deals and trades. Cells were often raided multiple times a day for word of contraband such as drugs or weapons existed sometimes being planted as payback from other groups in the prison which my Lion's Den was notorious for doing. Yeah truth was we all had our ways of fucking with each other some worse than others and some done for a reason others not. 

Prison life could be monotonous even if it was structured to the point of being rigid. The days started at around 6 in the morning for most of us unless you worked in the kitchen then your ass was up at 3. Fuck if I would ever do that shit but Angela and Desiree liked it.  I had to hand it to them for they were learning how to cook pretty damm good and it was another reason why we sometimes got access to the food we did. Dice Gibons was head chef and in charge of the entire kitchen. All she wanted was her hair done by Roxy once a week for her man when he visited. Didn't take much and it was an easy trade along with some of the homemade lubricants Tracey mixed up. That had been a real seller as were her dildos she made out of melting fucking jolly ranchers together. How in the fuck she did that I had no idea but it was gold to some of these heifers in here and therefore to us. That was the thing in here it was crazy what some of these women could make out of normal fucking things you would never think of. But it worked and Tracey had a knack for all kinds of shit which I loved her for. So as long as we kept Dice hooked up she hooked us up with any fucking food we wanted and then some. Even letting us party in the kitchen sometimes as long as we cleaned it up. Which we always did for I respectful to all my clients. Each and everyone.

"Remember those parties your daddy would throw? Tell me they weren't the shit?" Folding the linens and sheets with Roxy we had gotten the job in the laundry facility only a month after landing in here five years ago taking over the whole dam place. Sure maybe I had to fuck one or two guards in the beginning to get what I needed and wanted which hell many of us did. Rarely did I now and the last time I did was when I needed an extra 20 minutes with my daughter on visitation day. Sometimes it was just worth it and sex was a way I got many things.

"Yeah at times it was."

"At times? Come on! Sure maybe the ones in your room were a millions times better. As many girls as you fucked in your daddie's house! I still can't believe he didn't care. That shit still trips me up. Remember Violet? Shit. MM she loved you girl."

"Yeah I remember her. She was hard to forget." I said smiling for it was true. Violet was hard to forget and she had been the first girl I ever slept with when we were 14. Fuck did I like her and come to think of it she reminded of Lena.

"She was beautiful. Shit. Looked like Lena and ya'll was always fucking!"

"Maybe so." Grinning as I thought back to those parties I had in my room nearly every night they were pretty wild considering our age. We drank, smoked and yeah we fucked and dance. Yeah my father didn't mind even if he turned his head to the fact that I liked girls by giving me condoms he never mentioned a word about it.

"Frank knew you liked girls but it tripped me up how he gave you fucking rubbers. Did he think you could put it over clits?"

"I don't know. He probably thought I wasn't fucking."

"What! Stef why you lying! He walked in on you in the morning and you were naked in the bed with Violet and he didn't say shit. Hello! All he asked was were the bags were that we packed. Hysetrial fuckign shit! You talk to him much?" Shaking my head at the memory my mind sometimes wondered where I would have ended up had my father raised me different. Would I be a different person? Would I have ended up on a straight path like my brother? Course I would never know as the more Lena and I talked everynight about life on the outside and our kids the more I thought about it.