WD Day 9 - And a new cellmate

Your cellmate's name is Victoria. She's apparently in prison because of some friend of hers bringing a gun to school? You have seen her around, but didn't really pay attention to her. She's pretty, but you don't love her attitude, and her body is cute, but not amazing like Kat's or... even Ana's. Ana has softened up a little with age, but in a good way.

You are thinking about her when it's lights out for the night.

After a moment, some cloth hits your face. You pick it up. It's Victoria's top. You throw it back down to the lower bunk without looking.

"Go to sleep," you say. You don't really have a problem with Victoria, but you're tired. This is not the time for her to be a jerk.

After another minute, another piece of clothing hits you. You pick that up. It's a small pair of plain, white underwear. It was obviously just worn.

You throw that back down. Victoria is bold and to the point. Her cellmate is now the one girl in prison with a penis, and she wants it. That's fine, but you are not exactly in the mood.

"Some other time," you say. Normally you can get in the mood, but right now you want to think about how you can convince the other women to play soccer. You miss it, and you have been thinking about it ever since Ana said it. You're starting to like Ana. She's not like anyone else around. You don't typically chase MILFs, but... the Warden, her wife, Jeanne... and now Ana. Maybe it's an acquired taste.

Ana really liked it when you got Kat to stop stabbing people... for a while. Imagine how happy she'd be if the women played soccer instead of fighting. Can you make that happen?

You notice the sound: the rapid, wet sounds of two very wet fingers rubbing around a clit. You finally roll over and look down. Victoria's smooth body is fully nude as she lies down there, casually masturbating with her eyes closed.

But then she opens them. You just watch.

"Seriously?" she says. "You don't want to join me?"

Now you kind of do... but you are also a proud person.

"Some other time," you say.

"Jesus." She stops masturbating and wipes her damp hand on her stomach. "What's wrong? You're always hard in the shower. What's it take?"

"I'm trying to think if I can get everyone to play soccer."

"You mean in the yard? Like to organize it?" Victoria asks.

"Yes."

"You could," she says. "If you had help from the most popular girl in the prison."

"I'm the most popular girl," you say.

She looks pissed. "I was first. You want my help or not?"

Well... Victoria does know everybody. And it's true, she seems to have a lot of influence. You never cared about her, but a lot of the girls do.

"And you'll help me if I do lewd things to you?" you ask, unimpressed.

"No, I'll help you if I own you exclusively AND you help me show everyone else that I'm the best," Victoria says. She's not even embarrassed to say it. What a narcisist.

"Now come down here," she says.