Beat his ass!

You don't think...if you did, you'd never come up with a plan this stupid and reckless. You pick up your tray and jam it into the lunch thief's throat. He chokes on his laugh, falling back and slamming his head on the hard concrete floor. You hold the tray menacingly over him, ready to bash his brains out...but he just moans incoherently.

You are eating the few scraps that didn't spill next to awed admirers by the time the guards pick up your mess. You worry you'll get in even more trouble but everyone at the table swears he just slipped. Your reputation just went from bottom bunk bitch to slightly less likely to get willingly **** by the entire prison population. It's not much, but you'll take what you can get.

You follow the line to head out to the Yard. The sky is overcast and ominous and you can feel the eyes on you again. This time they are a little warier, as if they are weighing the risk to their rep if they take you on, and somehow lose. Still, you have no illusions that you are somehow safe. You need to find friends before enemies find you. And if they end up "friends with benefits" that wouldn't break your heart.

A vibrant flower saunters over towards you, a miraculous beauty in this concrete garden. She is a fire haired sissy with long, flowing locks. Her prison uniform has been "modified" to be a two piece outfit. A midriff tied at the chest showing off her smooth stomach...fair, freckled skin...and lace bra pushing up tiny, hormone fed titties. Her bottoms have been cut to Daisy Dukes, her pockets hanging out the bottoms and the outline of her hard clit, which looks to be more than a mouthful. Her full red lips form a knowing smile and her emerald eyes gleam like the edge of a knife. Now you are the wary one, but you can't help but hope she wants to be your friend.

"Hiya, I'm Erin I heard you were the one that beat Hector's ass. Thanks, I had to sit in that bully's lap soooo many times when I first got here. I mean don't get me wrong, he's got a great cock, but a girl likes to have a choice in seating am I right?" You nod dumbly as you try to follow her mile a minute screed. It's not helping that she keeps inching closer to you until she has you backed against a wall...her soft breasts crushed against your chest, her clit hard against your thigh...her lips close enough to kiss...

SMOOCH SMACK SLURP SHHLP MOAN And suddenly you are. All you did was think about it and her lips are crushed against yours and her tongue is filling your mouth. Your hands roam her body of their own accord. Cupping her tender titties, stroking her smooth legs, and groping her plump, pantied ass. Your tongues tangle and now her hands are on you, stroking your drooling clit and kneading your doughy cheeks.

"Mmmm So how bout SMOOCH we take this SLURP somewhere more SHHLP private?" Your head is spinning. You know you shouldn't trust this tasty trap...but she is just so tasty. Instead of following her somewhere shady, maybe you should make your move here? You might end up in the hole...but then again you might end up in hers...