Get It Girls (11 page)

Whether it for was mental torture or was just procedure, the officers kept them sitting on the bus for what seemed like an hour after they arrived. Then, finally, the officers started calling off names. All four girls knew that it was already showtime because the betting was about to begin. They put on their game faces with the evil eye to boot. They were met with a lot of kisses and cat calling, but for the most part, all four girls did exactly as they were told and kept their heads up and didn’t look away.

Inside central processing was even worse as officers, male and female alike, barked orders at them as they monitored their every move. Speak only when spoken to, move only when they said “move,” and jump when they said “jump.”

Nothing was worse than when they had finished processing their paperwork and had to be strip searched. All stood as naked as the day they were born, and they were told to bend and squat. They had every part of their body cavities inspected. Jessica was amazed as she watched some of the other girls stand and act as though it was a normal occurrence. She and her friends stood awkward and uneasy as they tried to cover any private parts they could humanly cover. Jessica wasn’t at all happy about the setting and especially the smell that emanated from some of the women—it smelled of corn chips and dry, rotted fish.

After they were strip searched and had absolutely every material item taken from them, they were given state-issued clothing and bedding. The color green would become their color of choice for the next few years. Then the moment had finally arrived; the four girls were assigned to their housing area: 121 B, the back building—a.k.a. the Jungle. The jungle was where all girls were sent with a five or more year sentence, and it was definitely the most dangerous house on the compound. To get to the back building, you had to walk through a long tunnel from the front to the back. Many things had happened in the tunnel over the years, and the area was made famous for killings and the most common place for robberies. It became common knowledge to never walk the tunnel alone, and above all, watch your back.

The girls got lucky by all being assigned in the same housing unit. As they walked up to the last gate waiting to get into their unit, women began milling around awaiting the first dibs on the fresh new meat. The hardened women in 121B were more blatant than the ones in the front building with their sexual innuendos and taunts toward the new girls.

Just as they were let in Vonda turned around, her eyes on fire, and she said, “Y’all ready?”

Each girl was afraid, but ready, and they nodded back. Even though they carried bulky clothing and linen, they still managed to stick out their fists, unite, and say, “Get it girls!”

Buzz.

The gate finally opened, and each knew that this was the first day of the rest of their lives. They would never be the same person they once were when they walked through those gates. As soon as they walked in the house, the inmates were lined up and in their faces, haggling which one of the girls would be their bitch.

“Oh, shit . . .” one girl said when she spotted Vonda. “This tall bitch is definitely mines.” She caressed Vonda’s ass.

Like a streak of lightning, Vonda dropped all her items and tore into her molester with all the fury of hell. Jessica followed suit and dropped her items and came to her friend’s assistance by punching the girl in the face. The beaten prisoner’s friends came to her aid by the dozens and began whipping and stomping Vonda and Jessica as if they were rag dolls.

Sheer reaction caused Tiny and Lynn to follow suit, and they pounced into the melee to help their fallen friends. But they too fell victim to the same beating as Vonda and Jessica as a barrage of stomping and fists rained upon them as well. The Get It Girls refused to submit, and a huge circle had formed as the inmates watched and cheered in a bloodlust frenzy at the lopsided assault on the new girls.

The girls didn’t even hear the alarm go off as they continued fighting as if their lives depended on it. The police came busting through the crowd and broke up the melee. Bloodied and battered, none of the four girls gave the police an easy way to go as they cursed and struggled all the way out of the house and into solitary confinement for the next thirty days. The girls adrenaline-filled bodies smiled wickedly all the way to the hole, because they knew they’d won a small victory. They’d all fought back valiantly and violently despite being outnumbered five to one. They knew that the other inmates would think twice before they tried putting their hands on one of them again.

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When the girls finally got out of solitary confinement, they were welcomed back into the house with evil stares or light nods. At that point, they were either hated or respected. That suited the girls just fine, because above all, at least everyone now knew that they would not be easy prey. The entire house also knew, most importantly, that if you fucked with one of them, you had to fuck with all of them. Over the next few days, the girls kept to themselves. They ate together, showered together, and walked the yard together. None of them wanted to be caught out there alone if anything would have jumped off. They knew that it would only be a matter of time before they were tested again, but they never expected it to go down so soon and by whom.

Corrections officers had three tours, morning, evenings, and overnight shifts. They had four officers on each tour. Two in the bubble, which was inside the control room, and two who actually walked the dorms. Most of the officers were there to do their jobs and go home, but you always had the ones who took their job too seriously or loved it too much. The others tried to get everything they could out of it by taking advantage of the weak. The latter would be Officer Clooney and Officer Landry, who worked the graveyard shift.

Officer Clooney was third generation, uneducated poor white trash, and the entire prison hated him because he showed no mercy or respect for inmates. His tall, wiry body and short, close-cropped dark hair made him look like the local rednecks who’d settled in the area since the prison was built in 1918. Without these state jobs, and the business that it brought to the area, Officer Clooney would have definitely been an inmate in some other prison in New York State long ago.

Officer Landry was female and gay, and she definitely fit in the category of loving her job a little too much. She was a butch woman who favored a man in every sense, down to prickly hairs that sprouted from her chin and upper lip.

These rogue guards ran everything from drugs to prostitution and loved to take advantage of all the new girls, especially the young ones. The new arrivals—Vonda, Jessica, Tiny, and Lynn—definitely fit the bill. When Clooney and Landry landed the job together over eight years ago, they were in pussy heaven and quickly learned they had something in common and personally requested floor duties, which required them to personally escort and watch the girls take showers. It would be only a matter of time before they would take the liberty and taste the product sooner than later. They were also the biggest supplier of drugs inside the Jungle, and had handpicked workers—all inmates—to sell it for them. Together, Officer Clooney and Officer Landry wreaked havoc for years by raping, extorting, or anything else inhumane or against their oath, as they walked the floors of the dorm.

It was 6AM, and the girls stood in the chow line for breakfast. Clooney and Landry had breakfast duties, monitoring the movement of the inmates.

Landry walked over to Clooney and gestured in the new girls’ direction as they stood on the line holding their trays. She whispered, “Look what we got over there.” Landry leered over in their direction and said excitedly, “Holy fucking shit! Look what the cat just dragged in.”

“They can’t be but barely eighteen,” Clooney said, as saliva started foaming on the side of his mouth. Clooney’s eyes narrowed as he honed in on Tiny. “Oh, my God,” he said in a slight country drawl, “look at that little one. She don’t look but thirteen. She’s mine,” he said quickly, staking claims on her.

“That’s fine with me,” said Landry. “You can have the guppy.” Her eyes peered on Lynn’s huge breasts and ass. She licked her lips. “Because I want the big game.”

After the girls collected their food from the chow line, they began walking to a table in the rear. As they passed a table, an inmate stuck out her foot and tripped Lynn up, making her fall to the ground and causing her tray of food fall everywhere. Vonda, Tiny, and Jessica helped her up and stepped in front of the girl who’d done it.

The girl’s name was Dear Mama. Mama, as most people called her, was a huge woman, and she ran the entire Jungle with an iron fist. She was Landry and Clooney’s designated top dog and ran the three biggest rackets in prison—drugs, prostitution, and protection. She was the consummate gorilla pimp, who ran her stable of women with sheer brutality and violence. She was considered untouchable, not only because she ran the drug game for the officers, but because was considered the most violent and dangerous inmate the facility had ever had and had spent two thirds of her life behind bars. The battle scars on her face and body told the tale of a survivor in every sense of the word.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lynn screamed, holding her own.

Mama stood up from the table to intimidate her with her six-foot height and her two-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame. “What the fuck did you say, bitch?”

Vonda jumped in front of Lynn. “You heard what the fuck she said!” Though Vonda was tall, she was small in comparison to Mama.

Mama reached behind her back and pulled out a huge shank. “I’m not that bitch y’all jumped when y’all came up in here. You better ask somebody who the fuck I am.”

The girls saw the huge knife, but held their ground.

Suddenly the girls heard the officers shout, “Ok, break this shit up!” It was Clooney and Landry. Mama quickly passed off the knife to the other inmates, who followed suit.

Landry looked at the floor and saw the mess of food scattered everywhere and asked, “Whose tray is this?” She looked at Lynn’s stained shirt and smiled. “What happened here, sugar?”

Lynn looked at everyone and said, “Nothing, I slipped.”

Officer Landry looked at Mama and knew better and frowned. She shifted her eyes back to Lynn and smiled again and said, “Listen.” She touched her shoulder and said sweetly ,“You pick up your tray and that food off the floor and go to the head of the line and get a fresh tray. Okay, sugar?”

Lynn nodded.

Landry looked at Mama and said, “Watch your ass, Mama.”

Landry walked away and Lynn proceeded to pick up the remains off the floor. As Lynn began walking back to the chow line, Mama said, “Fat, stupid bitch!”

Lynn suddenly snapped, and without warning, she smashed the tray in Mama’s face and began pounding her with it. Vonda, Jessica, and Tiny all dropped their trays and began fighting Mama’s clique, preventing them from jumping Lynn. Mama could only protect her face, because her legs were caught between her seat and the table, and she was unable to fight back or maneuver. Lynn got the best of her before the guards pulled her off and out of the mess hall.

“I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” Mama yelled, as oatmeal spilled down her face.

For the second time within a month, Lynn was put back into solitary confinement, but this time without her friends. She grinned and laughed hysterically all the way to the box from the mess hall as if she was losing her mind. Vonda, Jessica, and Tiny knew she was losing it, and they also knew at that moment that she would never be the same.

Mama looked at the three girls. “As for you bitches, this shit ain’t over, that’s for damn sure.”

Vonda quickly responded as said, “We right here, we ain’t going anywhere, so bring it!”

This infuriated Mama. She walked straight up to Vonda, ready to tear into her. Vonda threw up her hand, ready for whatever and wasn’t backing down.

Just as they were to come to blows, Landry yelled, “Mama! Mama!” she repeated. Landry walked straight up to Mama and said through gritted teeth, “Goddamn it, Mama, I done told you one time to back off, and I’ll be damned if I tell you twice!” Officer Landry was angry that Mama had ruined her chance of making a play for Lynn that night. Now she would have to wait thirty days till Lynn got out now that she was sent to the box. “Now get a fucking broom and a mop and clean up all this shit off the floor!”

Mama stared her down, but obeyed. She looked at Vonda and her two friends and said, “This ain’t over,” and walked off.

Landry looked at Vonda, Tiny, and Jessica and growled, “As for you three, come with me.” She took them to the back of the kitchen and ordered them on kitchen duty—washing pots for the rest of the day.

By the end of the day the girls was exhausted. They cleaned the pots for breakfast, lunch, and dinner that day and wanted nothing more than to get back to their cells and go to sleep, and that’s exactly what they did. But in the wee hours of the night, Vonda and Jessica were awakened by the screams of a familiar voice—it was Tiny! Officer Clooney didn’t waste any time on his conquest of the tender-loined Tiny. Vonda and Jessica jumped from their bunks and yelled out to Tiny.

“Tiny, what’s going on?” screamed a frantic Vonda.

“They taking me, they taking me!” she screamed. “Help! Help me, Vonda, they—” Her voice was followed by a muffled sound as the girls in the other cells started cheering.

“Oh, shit. They got the new one.”

“It’s gonna be some smooth fuckin’ tonight.”

“Clooney’s horny again.”

Jessica and Vonda screamed out for Tiny, but there was nothing any of them could do. Their faces stayed pressed against the bars, crying for their fallen friend.

Three hours later and still awake, Jessica and Vonda heard the opening of a cell door, then the faint sound of a body hitting the bunk. Softly, Vonda called out her name, but there was no answer. She called again and again and still, no answer. It wasn’t until six o’clock that morning did the cell open up and almost simultaneously, Vonda and Jessica jumped out and ran to Tiny’s cell. When they got there, they gasped as she lay half naked and passed out, bleeding from her vagina and anus.