Fresh Meat

‘Pretty girl, how’d you end up here?’ A brunette bombshell made eyes at me. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, massaging the calves of the woman with the neck tattoo. Her orange jumpsuit was altered. It was cinched at the waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. The V-neck collar was open wide, revealing a glimpse of deep cleavage. I lowered my head and tried to find a safe corner. An elbow dug into my ribs before I could move. ‘Are you deaf? Can’t you hear Barbie’s talking to you?’ Two women blocked my way. ‘Fuck you. My name’s Barbara.’ The bombshell raised her middle finger. ‘Right, sorry, Barbara.’ The taller of the two women flashed a smirk, which vanished when she turned back to face me. Tall Girl gave me a once-over. ‘Just so you know, Barbara and B.C. run this cell. You better keep your head down, show some respect, if you know what’s good for you.’ My head was already lowered. She shoved my shoulder. ‘Hey, I’m talking to you!’ ‘Don’t touch me!’ I snarled. I was prepar