Drip.
I move closer to the girl with the black hair on my left; our pinkies touching between the bars give us as much comfort as we canget in a place like this. We all sit herein shocked silence.
A few of the other girls have squatted and used the drain in their cell. They must only give potty breaks in the morning. I had to shit down the drain in my cell an hour ago and I cried when I realised I have no toilet paper.
Do they really expect us to meet their guests with shit between our cheeks?
My thoughts are a mangled mess. The drugs must still be flowing through me. None of us speak or make a scene. What would be the fucking point?
My eyes snap open as the door opens again. I must have dozed off while doing fuck all, as a line of drool strings from my lip to my knee. Looking at the two dickheads, I notice their hands. Each one is holding a small makeup bag, a mirror and a hairbrush.
“Ladies, use the limited resources you have at your disposal, you need to look pretty. Sorry, no curlers or straighteners; can’t trust you savages not to choke us or yourselves with the cord.”Dickhead one remarks with a laugh.
I scoff internally.Us! Savages!Maybe they need to look in the mirror. The Dicks split up. Going to the first cell on each side. They pass the bag and a pack of babywipes through the bars to the girls, then set the mirror up on the floor outside the cell.
“3 hours remain until showtime. Be ready with hair and make up in two. Then we will work on the wardrobe, no hogging the mirror, pass them down as you’re done. Make sure you use the wipes to wash your asses. Pits, tits, and bits ladies! No stinky holes. You never know who might want a peek.”Then they head to the door again.
The first two girls waste no time busting into the bags and trying their best. I can tell the products are from a dollar type store. The makeup looks like something you’d give a child to learn with.
They focus on taming their hair and painting their eyes. The rest of us steal glances at each other. Speaking with our eyes and trying to reassureone another. It’s not long until the mirror and bag come to me.
I gasp in horror as a back alley rat looks back at me.Dear God, one day and Ilooklike this!My air dried hair looks like a bird’s nest. My red curly strands have knotted and turned into a puffball.
Picking up the brush, I get two strokes in before ditching that idea and switch to using my fingers. I break up and tame the curls so I get it as presentable as possible.
Next, I focus on my eyes. They look lifeless with the dark bags under them. I pick up the concealer, using it to cover my lids and under eyes. With my fingers, I blend out the thick cream, and it does the job as my one green and one blue eye start to look normal.
I pick up the white glitter eyeshadow and apply it to the corners, then I grab the light brown and smear that to the rest of my lids. Adding a wing of eyeliner on top and mascara to finish my eyes.
I use my hands to warm up a baby wipe before giving myself a whore bath. Passing the mirror to the next cell along with the bag, I retreat to my spot at the back but scoot to the corner so I’m by the black haired girl. We haven’t spoken a word, but yet I trust her.
She has bright green eyes and black hair that reminds me of raven feathers. When I lean on our shared bars, she loops a hand through and grips mine again. She looks to be around my age even though she’s smaller than me.
It doesn’t take long before the last girl finishes and the door slams open once more. This time the dicks are carrying a box each, and they pass a strappy body harness, thong and collar through each cell. Each of us gets a differentcolour. Of course, the fuckers would put me inred.
“Suit up, we’re running out of time and we still have to hurry you upstairs and snap your pictures!” Dickhead onesing songs in a prominent voice, both of them move to stand by the door.
The others all rush to their feet, pulling the bondage over them and clipping the collars on. I stand, picking up my outfit, and grab the thong. I look at it and notice it’s crusty-it’s definitely been worn before-making me gag. Slowly, and trying to hide my disgust, I slip it on. It hugs my hips being a size too small.
How many STD’s are pressed against my pussy right now?
What am I gonna catch?
Crabs?
Clap?
Syphilis?
Hep C?
Or is it Hep B?
Which one is the sexual one?
Oh God, what about herpes?
Genital warts?
