Porn Star

© 2014 by Geoff Lynch. All rights
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Porn star

The tale of Cassidy Rayne

Dressed in her ill-fitting brown uniform, the
deputy led Cassidy Rayne (not her real name) to the communal shower
and showed her where to undress. Up less than thirty minutes, the
newly incarcerated twenty something slipped out of her orange
jumpsuit and let it lay on the bench next to a row of lockers. Next
to her clothes lay two sets of orange jumpsuits also crumpled and
lying in a heap. In the other room, she could hear the sound of
water spraying and see steam rolling in, clinging to the ceiling
and drifting above her.

“Get in the shower,” the deputy said sternly.
“You have twenty minutes.”

Cassidy, head hung low, walked around the
corner into the shower room and took in a good whiff of steam. She
instantly took notice of the two nude women already embracing each
other under a shower head in a soap lather embrace. “What the fuck
is going on?” she asked the jailer.

“What does it look like?” the jailer replied.
“You got eighteen minutes.” That being said, the jailer backed away
against the wall keeping an eye on the inmates.

“You expect me to go in there?” Cassidy
asked. The jailer looked at her watch and back at Cassidy without
saying a word. With no answer, Cassidy slowly stepped over the
ledge that kept the water in the bath house and found the shower
head the furthest from the couple who were now engaged in some sort
of rhythmic grind. Keeping an eye on the two women, Cassidy turned
on her shower, brought it to the right temperature and stepped into
the stream. Nervously, she looked around for some soap or shampoo
and saw none close by. To her dismay, the only bottle she could
find was setting on the floor next to the two women who had now
taken notice of her.

Trying not to bring any attention to herself,
she turned away from the couple and tried her best to rinse off
without soap and make due with what she had. It was then she felt
the cold plastic bottle touch her back and knew one of the women
had brought the soap over. She spun around facing the taller,
thinner, better looking woman with her hand outstretched clutching
a bottle of body wash.

“We weren’t trying to hog it to ourselves,”
the woman said reaching her other hand out and touching Cassidy on
the hip.

Cassidy backed up and took the bottle from
the woman’s hand. “Thanks,” was all she said and stared past the
woman at the other woman who was walking towards them.

“Don’t be scared honey,” the tall woman said.
“I don’t bite.”

“Yes she does,” the other woman said with a
grin. “I can show you if you want.”

“Thanks for the shampoo,” Cassidy said
nervously and waited for the two nude women to leave. They
didn’t.

“What are you in for?” the second woman asked
as she looked Cassidy up and down like a turkey leg ready to
eat.

“Driving on a suspended license,” Cassidy
replied.

“That’s pretty fucking stupid,” the second
woman said like a bitch.

“Yeah, I know” Cassidy replied. “I didn’t
have any choice.”

“You couldn’t find a ride? A hot girl like
you?”

“No, now could you both leave me alone? I
only have a few minutes to get my shower done.”

“You got all the time you want missy, that
deputy is as lesbo as they get and as long as we are putting on a
show, she ain’t going to stop us. If you want to shower for an
hour, you can, just make her happy.”

“I’m not a lesbian,” Cassidy replied.

“Neither am I,” the bitchy woman replied. “I
just like long hot showers in the morning and I know what it takes
to get what I want.”

“From what I saw, you looked like a lesbian
to me.”

“Oh that? It’s all for show. Suck a titty,
squeeze an ass, it’s not rocket science honey.”

“But you looked like you enjoyed it.”

“Maybe I did, a little. But I still like my
men. Nothing like a huge cock to make me a happy lady.”

“Yeah, that’s nice, now can you leave me
alone?”

“I don’t think I like your attitude,” the
first woman said ripping the bottle from Cassidy’s hand.

Startled, Cassidy, raised her hands in a
defensive posture and backed up against the cold wall.

“Are you going to hit us?” the shorter woman
asked like it was a big joke. “Go ahead, see what happens.”

Cassidy stood her ground and waited for the
two women to attack her. They did nothing but stand and watch her
like a zoo animal locked in a cage. “I’ll call the guard,” she said
gritting her teeth.

“Guard left bitch,” was all Cassidy heard
before she felt a slap across the face and a tug on her arm that
knocked her off balance and down to the floor. On all fours, the
tall woman grabbed Cassidy by the hair and mounted her from behind
like a play horse. The other woman slapped Cassidy on the ass and
told her to “Git, you stupid cow!”

Like in a surreal rodeo, Cassidy was stuck to
the shower room floor by the weight of a nude woman who was pulling
on her hair and trying to ride her like a bull. The cement floor
dug into her knees and the tall woman’s bony ass dug into Cassidy’s
hips causing her sharp pain. The shorter woman began kicking
Cassidy in the ass trying to get her to move but the pain in her
knees stopped her flat.

“What’s wrong bitch?” the short woman yelled.
“You need to get a move on!”

Fighting back tears, Cassidy buckled at the
knees and rest her ass on her heels lowering the woman riding her
down a foot closer to the floor. “Get off me!” Cassidy yelled and
began pounding on the right toes of the woman mounted on her back
with her fist.

In a second, the woman dismounted and kicked
Cassidy in the side knocking her onto the floor. “You fucking
bitch!” the woman yelled now in more pain than before.

Cassidy then tried to roll onto her front to
get up when the shorter woman came down on a knee and jammed it
into Cassidy’s chest. A few slaps in the tits and one to the face
and the pair of pseudo lesbian inmates backed off and watched to
see what Cassidy would do now.

With the wind knocked out her, and water from
the shower head spraying in her face, Cassidy rolled back and forth
trying to catch her breath. It was like being water boarded after a
professional wrestling match.

Happy with the results of their assault, the
two nude women took the opportunity to have their way with Cassidy
as she lay helpless in pain on the shower room floor. The tall
woman grabbed Cassidy by the arms and stretched her out so the
shorter woman could gain accesses to her legs and spread them
apart. “You must wax honey,” she said with a smile looking down at
Cassidy's pink pussy lips. “I can't afford that kind of treatment,
got these nasty ingrown hairs from shaving.”

“Are you going to talk or eat?” the taller
woman asked holding Cassidy's arms firmly over her head.

With a smirk and a grin, the shorter woman
spread Cassidy's legs as far as she could before they snapped back
and crossed over. “Spread them bitch!” the short woman yelled over
the sound of the water coming from the shower heads.

Cassidy clamped her legs tighter and began to
pull her arms from the woman sitting above her. Meeting resistance,
she began to squirm and yell for help. The harder she pulled her
arms, the tighter the woman held tight and refused to let go.

“Stop it you cunt!” the woman yelled from
above her.

“Did you think I was going to let you just
rape me?” Cassidy yelled.

Then the clip clop sound of footsteps could
be heard on the shower room floor as someone approached the three
nude women fighting on the shower room floor. Cassidy looked up to
see the deputy standing just out of the water spray holding a three
foot long club.

“Help!” Cassidy yelled to the deputy
squinting from the water spray in her eyes.

The deputy, a heavy set woman with short hair
and a slight growth of a mustache stood silent for a moment, then
replied, “Don't fight it honey, you'll like it eventually, I
promise.”

Stunned by her reply, Cassidy stopped
fighting and lay still on the shower room floor. She let her
muscles go limp and let her arms and legs relax.

“That's more like it,” the deputy said with a
grin. “I go on break in twenty minutes, so make this good.”

Closing her eyes, Cassidy let the short woman
spread her legs without resistance. Immediately, Cassidy felt the
fingers of the short woman insert into her vagina. Her fingers
stroked in and out in a rhythm like she had done this many times
before. Then she felt her tongue lick up and down on her clit
lapping like a dog drinking from a bowl of water.

“How is she?” the taller woman asked watching
the show.

“I think I could learn to like this,” she
replied. “Maybe I could be a lesbian, at least bi sexual.”

“What does she taste like?” the deputy asked
getting excited.

“Like pussy, I don't know. What's it supposed
to taste like?”

“It should taste like sweet honey,” the
deputy replied.

“Really? When I eat her it tastes more like
grapefruit,” the short woman replied referring to the tall woman
who was now looking pissed.

“Grapefruit?” the tall woman asked in an
angry tone.

“Kind of sour I guess, not sure how to put
it.”

“I wash every day, there is no way I taste
sour.”

“Taste it for yourself.”

The tall woman, now determined to prove the
shorter woman wrong shoved her index finger into her own pussy and
tasted it. With a curious look in her eye she replied, “That is not
grapefruit, it's more like a tart wine.”

“I don't like wine, maybe that's why I
thought it tasted like grapefruit.”

“Are you two done discussing what my pussy
tastes like?” Cassidy asked in an angry tone.

“Shut the fuck up,” the short woman snapped
back continuing with her rhythmic masturbation.

“You could have clipped your nails before you
did that, it hurts like hell,” Cassidy barked back.

Now angrier than ever, the short woman jammed
her fingers as deep inside Cassidy as she could till Cassidy yelled
in pain. “How does that feel bitch?”

In one swift motion, Cassidy slammed her left
knee into the short woman's belly and wrapped her other leg around
her head squeezing as tight as she could. In shock and pain, the
short woman took her fingers out of Cassidy and grabbed her legs
trying to pry them off her head. Cassidy, her hands free, slammed
the short woman in the head and pulled her hair beating her with
all the fury she could muster.

It was then Cassidy felt the club strike her
left arm and heard the deputy yell, “Let her go!”

Now more livid than ever, Cassidy pounded and
beat the short woman in the head as the club continued to slam down
on her arm. The tall woman backed off trying to stay away from the
club as it swung up and down beating on Cassidy.

Then the sounds of more clip clop footsteps
on the cement floor as two more deputies entered the shower room.
They were alerted by the dispatcher who saw the altercation on
closed circuit television.

“Stop for a second!” one of the deputies
yelled.

The frumpy lesbian deputy stepped back and
let her club dangle down by her fat thigh.

“Ruth, grab her legs, Mary, grab her arms and
pull!” the deputy yelled.

In an awkward wet tug of war, the three
female deputies were able to separate Cassidy from the short woman
and keep them apart. Cassidy was bleeding from her vagina as well
as from an abrasion to her arm from the club.

Three hours later Cassidy was led into the
courtroom dressed in her orange jumpsuit and chains. She approached
the defendants table where the court appointed lawyer stood
shuffling through papers. The bailiff read the charges aloud.
“Miller vs. the state of Kansas, driving with a suspended license,
first offense.”

“How do you plead?” the judge asked from the
bench.