Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 03.
My second day in prison had started in pretty much the same way as the first. The only difference was, this time I knew what to expect.
I watched Naomi's sweaty body ripple and flex as she worked out in the small space below me. I'd already completed my workout under her watchful eye and I was now sat on my bunk eating my breakfast and making stupid comments about her performance.
"You call that a squat, young lady. Get that ass to the ground," I joked, mocking her coaching which she'd given me the day before.
"Shut up, you cheeky bitch," she panted, trying to stay in the zone.
She switched from squats to jumping lunges. It was an impressive sight to see her switch her feet from front to back while hardly moving the rest of her body. She just gave her hips a quick flick as she bent her front leg and straightened the rear. What was more impressive was her magnificent breasts jiggling inside her tight bra. They looked like two jellies bouncing and coming to rest each time she jumped.
"You need to get more of a sweat on than that, Naomi," I laughed. "Spalding's going to want those knickers nice and stinky when he pops by."
She smirked, but didn't answer me.
"You never know your luck - he might even spunk them up for you again so you can rub it all over your pussy, you filthy skank," I continued.
"I'm going to throw something at you in a minute if you don't shut up," she scalded me playfully.
I just smiled and ate my apple. Despite a reasonable meal the night before, I was still hungry. Lunch time was hours away so I had to make do with this meagre portion. We were about to be unlocked some time soon, but I wasn't looking forward to another shower. I was distracting myself from the thought of it by annoying my cell mate. She seemed to enjoy the banter despite pretending not to.
After finishing her jumping lunges, she dropped down and started to do her press ups.
"I'll help you to count them if you like," I said. "But I'll only count them if you do them properly."
She didn't reply, but started bobbing up and down with powerful vigour.
She dropped down and back up and I counted to one in a long-drawn-out word.
"Oonneee."
She did three more, but I only counted to two. Her form was good, but I wasn't going to tell her that. It was much more fun to take the piss.
"Tttwwwoooo."
She did two more and I gave her the count of three.
"Thrrreeee."
She burst out laughing and collapsed onto the concrete floor, unable to continue, she was giggling so much.
"Fucking hell, Becca. You are such a bitch," she laughed uncontrollably. "What have I done to deserve a cell mate like you?"
"I don't know. You're just lucky I guess," I said. "Is that it? You've only done three."
"I've done six, you cheeky skank," she could hardly get her words out, she was laughing so much.
She rolled onto her back, folding her arms across her chest to hold her sides. That only made her breasts push up even more and wobble erotically as she laughed.
"You've only done three proper ones," I pointed out. "And your knickers still look dry. Spalding will be very disappointed in your performance."
She rolled over, picked up a plimsole and threw it at me. It bounced off of my head and I toppled backwards to try and avoid it.
"I've got another one down here to throw at you if you don't shut up," she sniggered. "Let me finish my set."
"I thought you were supposed to be against violence," I laughed, sitting back up. "Throwing shoes at people is classed as assault you know."
She ignored me and got back to her press ups. She'd barely finished them when I heard the familiar click-clack of the door panel being opened and closed, followed by a double knock on the door.
Bang -- bang.
"Time to unlock. Stay back from the door, girls," said a male guard.
Jangle -- creak.
The door opened and Spalding's head appeared with a big grin on his face.
"Morning girls," he smiled. "Hard at it as usual I see."
"I would be if this one would stop bothering me," she nodded in my direction. "She's a nightmare."
"The shower block's open if you want to use it," he said. "Play nicely together."
As quickly as he'd arrived, he was gone. Naomi didn't need anything from him today so she just let him leave. I waited until he was out of ear-shot before I started to mock her again.
"Awwww, it looks like your boyfriend doesn't want your smelly knickers this morning," I pouted. "I guess you'll have to save them for another day."
The other plimsole got hurled at me as she stood up and pulled her trousers back on. I jumped down off of the bunk and we both picked up our towels and wash bags ready to go out onto the wing.
"Try not to get into a fight this morning, Becca," she said as though she was talking to a small child. "If the governor catches you causing trouble again, he'll throw you in the hole with Melody."
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," I smirked. "Other people's actions are out of my control."
"Yes, but your own actions aren't. Just behave yourself and let me handle it if The Sisterhood pay us another visit."
"Yes boss," I saluted.
Despite my joking, I was feeling apprehensive about taking another shower. Yesterday I'd been lucky that there had been only three of them and that they had been easy to take down. Today, I might not be so lucky.
The journey to the showers was quieter than the day before and they were almost deserted when we arrived. I felt relieved, but I knew I wasn't out of the woods yet. They could turn up at any minute. We got undressed quickly and shared a cubicle again, with me showering first.
The block slowly filled up, but no one gave us more than a second glance. I had no idea if any of the other occupants were part of The Sisterhood or not, so I stayed vigilant.
"All done," I said to Naomi after a few minutes, stepping out of the shower, dripping wet. "Do you need any extra soap?"
