That night, the warden's voice came over the speakers as soft music played in the background. He read a poem from Longfellow and then began a murmuring conversation with some female inmate. Drinks were poured and she undressed, shortly after, there came sounds of sexual pleasure and groping and then the passionate grunts of intercourse.
Sarah was on her back, one hand under her head and the other down her pajamas. She fingered herself slowly as she listened to the sounds over the speakers and wondered how many other women were doing the same thing. She thought about her past sexual encounters and if she would ever get to be satisfied again. She remembered the day in the shower- how exciting that was and was hopeful for the next day, when Velvet had promised her it would be her turn. She couldn't wait!
She didn't notice falling to sleep, but when she woke up, she knew she'd not been satisfied.
Stretching, she got out of bed and grabbed her day clothes as the doors were opened, and she followed the silent groggy inmates as they formed up for the showers.
By the time she reached the showers, and saw the steam bellowing up from the double doors, there was a spring in her step. She was going to have her pussy licked, and she was going to be fingered and played with until she was satisfied- just as she had satisfied Velvet. But, at the shower pole was only Ruth, "Hola!" the Spanish woman said as she was already washing her back, lather formed rivers down her breasts.
Sarah watched her for a second before starting her wash, obvious disappointment painted across her face. "Where's Velvet?"
Ruth shrugged, "Don't know."
Sarah shook with disgust. Had she been played? "Me first, than you!" she said as she began to scrub her body in the lukewarm water. She'd missed the hot water by pouting.
It was about noon, and she was walking around in the yard, when she realized that she hadn't seen Velvet all day. There was a guard, Ruth had spoke of, who was keen on giving out information and cigarettes in return for certain things. So it was to her that Sarah went.
The female guard eyed Sarah as a drunken sailor might a whore, "You wanna know what?" she asked running her pudgy hand through her butch hair.
"What could have happened to Velvet. She isn't in trouble is she?"
"I tell you what." the woman said looking over her shoulder and stepping with Sarah to the side of the walking field, near a stairwell that only the guards were allowed to use. "I only know you girls by your numbers... so uh..."
"C'mon you know who I mean, the Black tall woman." she crossed her arms over her chest, nervously adding, "Who I made out with in the shower."
"Don't recall that!" the guard smiled and put a hand on Sarah's shoulder, "Now I remember you eating that girl's pussy, but I don't remember no making out!"
