12
It’s meatloaf day.
The day I’ve been waiting for ever since I got here. The shining jewel of all cafeteria food. Juicy, savory, delicious meatloaf. I can’t wait.
Except some stupid fuck decided to go on a vampiric rampage or some shit, so now our entire block is on lock down. I’m so pissed I can’t even enjoy watching any of my DVDs.
But when I hear a familiar rolling cart heading my way, I perk up and jump over to my cell door just in time to see Selena the siren coming my way. “Please tell me you’re delivering my meatloaf,” I beg, not even caring that it sounded like a dirty innuendo.
Selena cringes and passes me a covered tray through the food slot, and I eagerly take it and open it up. As soon as I do, I cringe at the sight of a rotted apple, moldy bread, and a decayed piece of meat that in no way resembles delicious, juicy meatloaf. And—is that a worm?
“What the fuck?” I say, offended, before tossing the food back out through the slot so it clatters on the floor.
“Sorry,” she says guiltily before she turns and hurries away like her ass is on fire.
I glower at the place she disappeared from. Fucking management is punishing us with rotten food now? That’s just wrong. And that’s pretty fucked up for Selena to do it. Although, shedidsneak over and deliver me some Pop Rocks a while ago, so I guess I can’t be too mad at her. I imagine the rest of the prisoners will give her enough shit about this delivery, she doesn’t need me to add to the pile.
But I better get some goddamn meatloaf soon.
No one is allowed out of their cell until the next day, and it’s like there’s an electric charge in the air as I make my way down the hall. At first, I chalk it up to everyone just having a ton of pent-up energy from being stuck in our cells for hours on end, but I realize it’s for a very different reason when I’m cornered in the cafeteria by a crowd of females. I note that everyone who bought one of the pairs of underwear I made is now circling me...plus, like, a shit ton of other females too.
“Uhh...what’s up?” I ask nervously.Am I about to get shanked for customer dissatisfaction?“Look, I told you, no returns or refunds. I included all the proper fine print. If you tried to wash it and your bedazzles fell off or something, that’s not my fault.”
Broken-Eyed Medusa shoves her way forward, and I bring my fists up in front of me in a defensive move, ready to block fists that come flying my way. She might be in my squad, but she barely tolerates me because of Zen’s influence. Ever since I asked to pet her snakes, all she usually does is hiss at me. What is it with gorgons not letting their snake hair get any love? I don’t doubt that she’d knock me on my ass in a second.
But instead of pulling my hair to kick off a cat fight, she grabs me by the shoulders. “We need more Pop Rocks panties.”
Stunned, it takes me a few seconds to gather her words and process them. “Huh?”
“The Pop Rocks panties,” someone else repeats—the other female who purchased a pair.
I look at everyone warily. “Uhh, why?”
A very burly, thickly muscled chick shoves her way forward. “Those Pop Rocks...popped.”
My brow furrows at her earnest expression. “Ookay…”
Broken-Eyed Medusa—who I now will call Bem—gives me a pointed look. “A few of us were getting hot and heavy with some prison buddies, if you know what I mean,” she explains. “And well...what happens when you put Pop Rocks into your wet mouth?”
My mind puts it together and… “Oh—ohhh!” I look around at everyone. “Are you telling me that my Pop Rocks candies got you guys off?”
“Best damn orgasm I’ve had in three years,” Burly says.
I...I don’t know how to feel about this development. I sure hope they washed afterward, or their downstairs ovens could turn into little slices of angry yeast bread.
“Umm. Cool?” I offer, not knowing what else to say.
“Are you taking preorders?” someone else in the crowd asks.
“Uh…”
“When they started going off, it was like little pieces of hail popping down on my clit,” Burly says dreamily.
Females start shouting out offers to me, and I quickly hold up my hands to try to regain control before they all go berserk and hold me hostage until I give them more orgasm-inducing candy panties.
“Okay, okay!” I shout. “I’ll take orders, just...be cool and back up a little. Give a girl some room to breathe.”
The next twenty minutes is basically me corralling and appeasing a cluster of females all vying for me to give them panties with Pop Rocks glued all over them. They’re all offering me the moon on a platter. Bem even let me finally pet her hair snakes.Finally!It’s awesome, too. They’re super soft, and one of them even licks me.
