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I can’t believe you hit her!”
Daddy blinked once, swiveling to give Barb a confused look before that chocolate gaze landed on the chubby, furious little blonde squaring up in front of her. “Who?” Daddy asked, wiping salt coated fingertips on her pants before she cumpled up the chip bag, tossing it in a nearby trash can.
“Gonna have to be a bit more descriptive, Pollyanna.” Barb was flung out over one of the torn up vinyl couches, not even taking her gaze away from the Tv. “Daddy here hits a lotta people.
“You know who! She came back to our room all bruised up, n I’m not stupid! How dare you, don’t you think she’s been through enough shit without gettin’ beat on by her peer?”
“She ain’t doin drugs no more.” Daddy slunk down, watching Dahlia curiously. “Right? So..” the latina woman trailed off, raising her brows, then letting out a small laugh “beat on by her peer? Jesus, Lemme guess, preschool teacher? Junior high? Babe this ain’t a summer camp, this is prison. Not even a nice prison this is “you fucked up good” prison..
Barb piped up, because she knew pretty much everyone's rap sheet. “Nurse, Stabbed a pedo cop in the face, Was usin’ some weird kink thing as a front..The cop, not Pollyanna, I mean..She was doin’ the weird kink thing, but..not with kids..
Dahlia let out an annoyed sound, pressing her fingers to her temple..”How do you, Y’know what, whatever..” She stepped back. “Look, I get it, Y’all are boss bitches of the C block..”
“True..” Daddy cut in, smirking. “We done here? Coz..frankly, you’re kinda creepin’ me out N’ I’m getting visions of catholic schoolgirl uniforms and rulers and..” she trailed off, giving a leer.
“Oh, jesus..” Dahlia puffed out, pointing first at the smaller latina, then at the older southern woman. “Stop fuckin’ with her!” she demanded, Or…”
Barb rose from the chair, stretching, “Or what?” She asked, followed by a dark chuckle from Daddy. “You’re threatenin’ the wrong people. PollyAnna. Boo’ll deal with that shit, I won’t, Get the fuck outta here.
Dahlia stood there for a few seconds, her gaze swinging from the taller woman, to the smaller, both of them staring at her with twin expressions of irritated amusement, then with a small huff she turned, stomping off.
“I’d beat the shit out of her if she wasn’t so..” Daddy sort of gestured, pushing to her feet.
Barb smirked, pushing Daddy back against the table. “I dunno, baby. That whole catholic schoolgirl thing..Could see you in a short skirt..” She smirked at the raised brows Dominga gave her.
“Yeah, uh..not so big on the whole skirt thing...” Domingas voice was dry, though she stretched up for a kiss, frowning when the older woman grabbed her throat. “Yo, the fuck?”
Barb pushed her narrow hips between Domingas thighs, “Nah, you’ll wear what I want you to wear, baby..” Barb grinned, stroking her tongue lazily up the other womans jawline, pausing “Though, you’re ‘lil girlfriend..yeah, I can see that..” Barbs southern drawl deepened just a little as she palmed one of Domingas tits, chuckling at the jealous little flash in the latinas eyes.
“Don’t wanna share with mama, girl?” Barb growled, her hand sliding up under the khaki top, scraping jagged nails over dusky flesh until she palmed Dominga over the bra, twisting a nipple.
“Nngh. Dunno what the fuck you talkin’ bout.” Dominga muttered, squirming, though she knew better then to move her hands from the table, flicking her gaze up for a moment those chocolate brown eyes scanning the room, landing on a blonde CO who was watching the pair intently. “We got an audience..” She’d turn slightly
“Wanna shake her down?” The blonde had strolled over, flicking a grin to the pair”
Barb stepped back, holding up her hands in a surrendering gesture, figuring the CO would tell them to break it up. “Hey hey we ain’t..” She trailed off. “Wait, what?” She’d glance over towards the latina, who had an equally confused look on her face. “You fuckin’ with us?”
The guard jumped a little before planting her feet. “Look, If y’all are working to keep drugs out of the place, N keep the dead inmates to a minimum, I’m willing to help out a bit. Whatever..” She gestured. “Y’all got going on is working and we’re seeing a downward spiral of drug overdoses. One of the COs passed her fentanyl, Can you get rid of it?”
Daddy raised her brow, looking the woman over with interest. “What’s in it for us?” she asked, leaning back against the table and crossing her arms over her chest, though she swept her gaze from the tip the womans toes to the top of her head. Getting visions of another life, guitars and folksy blues and a couch full of plushies.
“I’ll turn the other way while you three are fucking or beating each other like animals”
Barb shrugged. “Good enough for me, C’mon, Daddy-o. Got a tweaker to shut down. Damn, bein’ the mama of the C block is a pain in the ass, N’ my sister still aint fuckin’ dead..”
Dominga pushed off the table, casting the woman another curious look as she followed after Barb.
***
The pair strolled across the cell blocks, as usual people moving out of the way, though the CO followed after, keeping her thumbs tucked in the pocket of her belt. She’d turn away just enough to make it look like there was a presence while the two stepped into the small cell.
“The fuck you want?” Daya asked, not even looking up from the paper she was doodling on, though her stomach tightened slightly. Not like the pair could actually do anything. Then again. McCullough wasn’t exactly Dayas biggest fan. She’d peek out of the corner of her eye as Daddy propped a hip up against her desk. Daya jerked her head away, those huge eyes glancing up when the woman moved to card fingers through her hair. “Yo, I ain’t a fuckin’ dog.” she snapped, ignoring the warmth tightening in her stomach.
“Where’s the Fenty, baby, Gonna flush it.” Daddy smirked, leaning forward. “Told you to leave the shit alone, din’t I?”
At that moment, Daya heard a crash, Jumping to her feet. “Yo, the fuck?” She snapped, gaping at Barb as she started pulling stuff out of the little cupboard, tossing it on the floor in a pretty spot on imitation of a CO shakedown. “Are you crazy? You’re gonna get one ‘a them in here and we’re all gonna be in solitary.
Barb grinned, holding a jar aloft before dropping it onto the concrete, Though since it was plastic it didn’t shatter, but there was a satisfying clunk. “Gonna stripsearch her? She asked..See what she’s got tucked in those pretty little holes, Bend over N’ cough for your daddy.” Barbs drawl seemed to deepen as she strolled forward. “Where is it?”
“Daya puffed up, planting her feet. “The fuck you crazy ass bitches are talkin’ about.” she repeated, shaking her head before she started towards the door, only to be stopped by a smirking McCullough. “Yo, you see this shit? You just gonna..” And the heavy door was slammed shut, cutting her off. “Seriously?” she muttered
“Hard to be the boss bitch when every cop in this joint hates ya.” Daddy rose to her feet, grabbing the thin sheet and ripping it off the mattress. “You really pushin’ the shit you tried to kill me with?” she asked. “The fuck, Daya?”
Barb just grinned, stepping back to watch the pair for a moment, pressing her hand between her legs. “She ain’t got it in here. She ain’t that stupid. Mama don’t pick stupid babies. Harder to beat ‘em..She slid her eyes to Dominga, “Daddy-O here likes gettin’ beat..” She mused, pushing off the wall she lashed her hand out, grabbing Dayas top. “You like gettin’ beat? Does it make your pussy drool like it does Domingas? Or you gonna tell us where you hid it, Eat our pussies and go back to your ‘lil colorin?”
“Fuckin’ let go, I’mma get my girls to..” Daya was cut off, another backhand crashing against her cheek and making her crash against the desk. “You ain’t got no girls. You ain’t top dog here, You’re bottom bitch.” Barb stared coldly, shaking her hand. “Daddy asked you a question.” she prompted, nodding in approval as Dominga approached, her brows raised.
“Where is it, baby?” She asked again, leaning forward to grip the girls jaw. “We got all night, Can beat the shit out of ya N’ fuck you into next week. P’rolly get the lady watchin’ us to get us a room, It’s like free porn for her. Daddies voice had gone husky. “I don’t wanna hurt you, baby, don’t make us hurt you.”
“I wanna hurt her.” Barb slunk over, nudging Daddy aside just enough to jam herself close. “I’m gonna hurt her. I’m gonna make her cry.” She’d grip Daddies skull, then Dayas. “N she’s gonna still tell us what we want..” She pushed Daddies head closer. “Kiss for mama.” she demanded softly, darting her tongue out to wet chapped lips while keeping her hand tangled in Dayas hair, preventing the curvy woman from turning her head as Daddy leaned forward obediently to press her lips against Dayas.
Daddy smirked, bringing her hands down to hook into the waistband of Dayas khakis. “You keepin’ them up here, Diaz?” she asked, pulling the girls pants and white underwear down. “Spread em, baby..” She’d step back, Barb already had Daya pinned by the throat, and she didn’t dare tell the older woman to move to make it easier for Daya, because she sort of liked being able to breathe.
“There ain’t nothin’ there!” Daya snapped, pushing at Daddys hands. “Jesus fuck, Dom--.” She choked off her words as Barb tightened her fingers, pushing her palm against her trachea.
“Nah, To you lil bitches, that’s daddy. She’s only Dominga to me..Y’all don’t get her fuckin’ name.” Barb growled, drawing her hand back over her shoulder, though Daddy stood, grabbing the swinging hand and giving her head a quick shake. “Giiiirrrll.” Barb drawled softly, though her thin lips quirked in an almost indulgent smile.
Daddy resisted the urge to wince, instead flashing that sexy little smile that generally melted hearts and made panties wet. “I got this. She’d glance over at Daya, who, despite her smart attidude, kept propped on the desk, her eyes wide as they shot between the older woman and the younger. “Don’t need to rough her up..she’s gonna be a good girl..
“Oh fuck you.” Daya didn’t move though, and her voice came out as a little whimper. She’d watch Daddy turn back, her breath hitching slightly as the other woman leaned closer, brushing lips against her jawbone. “Tell me, and I’ll fuck you real good, baby. You know how good I am..”
Daya whined, turning her head away, because she ~wanted~ to be a good girl. She wasn’t cut out for this whole drug kingpin shit, but damn, she needed those drugs. Plus the money wasn’t so bad either.
“Supply closet.” she grunted softly, moving to push her pants back up, though Barb grabbed her hands with a soft. “Nuh huh.” She’d cast the other woman a glare before those eyes landed on Daddy. “I need them, daddy..I hurt..” she whispered sadly, squirming as the shorter woman slid her hands down, palming full breasts.
“Mm..good girl.” Daddy breathed, sharply nipping at a jawbone before she rose up, helping Daya with her pants. Barb stepped back, banging twice on the door before slinging her arm companiably around “her” two girls.
“Getcha some codeine, Daddy-O seems to like ya enough to pass ‘em out.” She said with a shrug. “FInd out either’a you abusin’ them N I’mma beat both your asses.” She continued to ramble as she led the pair to the supply closet. Switching the water on and watching as Daddy found and dumped the small pills in the sink.
Daddy moved closer after flushing the pills, reaching up to grip Dayas jaw to pull her closer, “Good girl..” she breathed again, claiming the taller womans lips before sliding her gaze towards Barb.
“Could prolly make bank sellin’ those pussy-eatin’ lips..” Barb said with that usual lazy drawl. Be much better money’n drugs...