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 Tales From the Youth Offender Restitution Program Chapter 1

   Disclaimer

   This is a work of sexual fantasy written for consumption by adults only.
It is set in the twisted juvenile legal system of a dystopian future and
you can expect the characters to suffer many abuses in the system.  No real
people were harmed during the creation of this tale and no resemblance to
any real person living or dead is intended for any character.  The author
does not practice or condone the behaviors of the characters.  This is
intended to be the first entry in a longer series on this theme.  Story
codes for this chapter: fdom, fg, nc, rape, viol (slapping, hair pulling),
oral, humil, intrr (BfWg), implied Voy by M+.

   Future entries will likely contain: Mg, mg, prost, nc, rape, viol,
reluc, and much more.  Entries in this series will NEVER contain ws, copr,
best, snuff, gore, fury, magic.



   As the judge entered to deliver his decision I stood, shaking with fear.
I nervously ran my fingers through my long chocolate brown hair and tugged
at my dress smoothing and straightening it while I attempted to calm
myself. I couldn't believe I was in this situation because when that lying
bitch Cassie was caught with my ADHD medicine she'd stolen from my purse
she'd claimed I'd sold it to her.

   Her family was rich, they'd been able to pay her fine with ease.  My
parents though?  My court appointed defender had tried to get me to plead
to a lesser charge but even the thousand dollar fine that carried had been
too much for my parents to afford.  Even with the plea bargain I'd be put
in the Youth Offender Restitution program.  I'd heard enough stories about
what happened there that I decided to go to trial.  It was my only chance.

   The Youth Offender Restitution program was sold as being tough on
juvenile crime and a way to provide restitution to the offenders community
and any victims of the crime they had committed.  If a kid broke the law or
just got in too much trouble at school then their parents would owe a fine.
Some of the fine went to the city, some went to the victim, and some went
to the private company that managed the program.  Like when James got
pissed at the principal and slashed his tires.  The principal got money for
new tires and a little extra for the trouble James had caused him.  The
city and the company split the rest of the two thousand dollars.  Of
course, James' parents could afford it.  Although I'd heard they told him
if he ever pulled something like that again they wouldn't pay the fine. 
And when that happened that's where the program got scary.

   If your parents couldn't (or wouldn't) pay the fine then the Program
would take you into custody and make you work off your fine.  They didn't
provide a job themselves though, not like in the adult prison system where
you did cheap manual labor.  They sent the Youth Offenders out wearing
their monitoring collars to find whatever jobs they could to earn the money
needed to pay their fines.  Thanks to the collars GPS anyone who tried to
stay outside past curfew was easily picked up and brought back to their
cell at night with an extra thousand dollar fine tacked on for the trouble.
What scared me the most about being taken into the custody of the Program
though was the dirty little secret that most adults tried to pretended
didn't exist.

   There weren't a lot of jobs out there that kids could take, especially
with the global recession making adults desperate for any work they could
get.  And even if someone would let a Youth Offender walk their dogs or
babysit their kids, well that wasn't going to pay off a thousand dollar
fine any time soon.  And lots of fines were higher.  There was really only
one way a twelve year old girl like me was going to be making that kind of
money.  In the back seat of some old guys car, or in a back alley on my
knees.

   It wasn't legal of course, if a youth offender was caught prostituting
themselves it was another five thousand dollars added to their fine that
they'd have to work off doing the same thing that got them the fine in the
first place.  And I'd heard that the company running the program charged
the Youth Offenders rent to cover the cost of housing and feeding them and
that the rent was added to their fine so you had to work hard and bring in
a lot of money just to avoid falling behind and owing more.

   I tried not to let the fear show on my face as the judge straightened
his files and looked up.  I even managed to give him a little smile even
though it felt like trying was going to make my face crack.  I didn't think
my lawyer had done a very good job, but maybe I just didn't understand how
things worked in a real court room instead of one on TV.  The judge had to
understand that I hadn't sold Cassie the pills, he had to.

   The judge cleared his throat and looked up.  Under his cold blue gaze my
smile faded away.  "Katy Jensen.  The charges against you today were very
serious, and in light of that I gave very serious consideration to the
evidence presented to me.  In the end I had no choice but to find you
guilty.  Since you're a first time offender and seem to be, apart from this
one indiscretion, a sweet girl I'm going to go easy on you.  The minimum
fine for the offense you were charged with is three thousand dollars.  I
understand that your parents will be unable to pay your fine so you will be
transferred into the custody of the Youth Offender Restitution Program
immediately and will begin working off your debt to society starting
tomorrow." I'm sure the hint of a smile I saw on his face was just my
imagination, that and the feeling that he was looking me up and down the
same way the older boys at school had started doing when I began showing
signs of development (although not much) in my chest area.  "A girl like
you though, if you work hard I'm sure you'll be back home with your parents
in no time."

   He kept talking for a while before the bailiff came to guide me to a
cell where I waited for the official bus taking me and the other Youth
Offenders convicted that day to the center.  I have no idea what he said
though, I'd collapsed into my seat.  I barely noticing that my parents had
started crying, I was too busy worrying what was going to happen to me
next. I spent the next few hours waiting in my cell for the other cases to
be decided and when it was time to board the old battered bus to the Youth
Offender Restitution Program three other Youth Offenders shuffled onto the
bus with me.  None of us talked to each other, most of us were too upset
about what had happened to us today.  The youngest of them was a little
Hispanic girl who couldn't have been more than nine.  She was crying so
hard I was afraid she might make herself sick.  I wanted to give her a hug,
but each of us were taken to a different seat and handcuffed in so we
couldn't take over the bus and escape or something.  I had no idea what she
could have done to deserve this, but I'd heard that kids even younger than
her had been put in the program in the past.  The other two were both boys,
one about my age blond and kind of cute but a bit feminine looking who
stared blankly out the window and ignored the rest of us.  The other boy
was older, about sixteen maybe, with close cropped dark brown hair and he
was the only one who didn't look scared.  Mostly he looked angry, his hard
gunmetal gray eyes brimming with hostility except when he was looking at me
or the little girl like he was imagining us without our clothes.  At first
he gave the other boy the same look, then realizing he was looking at
another boy and not a third girl he shuddered with revulsion and glared at
the boy like it was his fault.

   We spent the long ride in silence and when the bus pulled past the high
gray walls and shuddered to a stop the guards led us into the building and
separated us leading the boys down one corridor and me and the little girl
down another.  Everywhere I looked I saw cameras, watching our every move.
The guard accompanying us led us to a door and paused outside.  "Go in, put
your clothes in the box to your left.  Shower and change into your uniform.
That's what you'll be wearing until you earn your release.  Your street
clothes will be returned to you once you've paid your debt to society." He
recited it quickly, in a monotone that would have done my old science
teacher proud.  "When you've finished come back out and I'll take you to be
fitted for your monitoring collar.  Be quick," he smiled, the look in his
eye making me shudder "Or I'll come in to get you out." I was sure that
wasn't actually part of his script, and that he was hoping we'd take long
enough to justify it.

   We went into the showers and washed and changed as quickly as we could.
My skin crawled when I saw that even in here there were cameras watching
us. This was the girls shower, surely they didn't have men watching the
cameras did they?  They had to have female guards doing that, right?  The
other girl didn't seem to notice the cameras and I didn't tell her, she was
scared enough as it was.  We didn't have much time but we managed to
introduce ourselves.  Her name was Maria and like me she insisted she was
here because of a misunderstanding.  She had been accused of shoplifting
some candy bars but insisted she had no idea how they'd gotten into her
backpack while she was shopping with her older brother.  I had a few ideas
myself, but it was going to be hard enough on her without her realizing
what her brother had probably done to her.  I'm sure he thought she'd get
away with them and that someone her age wouldn't be punished too harshly if
she were caught, but here she was.  I hoped Maria would share my cell, I
felt like she would need someone to protect her in here.  Of course, I
wasn't even sure I'd be able to protect myself.

   I looked down at the uniform I'd been given and wrinkled my nose in
disgust.  I'd never been a fashion plate but this was just terrible.  I'd
have preferred a shapeless orange jumpsuit to this crime against fashion.
The design was similar to a private school uniform, which I wasn't excited
about but I could tolerate.  The colors on the other hand were designed to
make it clear the wearer was in the Program.  The skirt's drab gray and
black plaid was barely noticeable as a pattern the colors were so similar
and the white blouse was made of rough fabric that chaffed my skin when I
put it on.  There was no bra to wear beneath it but I wasn't exactly
blessed in that area and only missed having one because of how rough the
fabric of the blouse was.  At least the panties were soft white cotton and
comfortable.  The truly hideous part of the outfit though was the blazer,
which was the same ugly orange as the jumpsuit I wished I could wear
instead of this.  The shoes were soft foam clogs, I guess so we couldn't
use them as weapons against guards or each other.  I'd seen kids in the
program on the street before, I'd expected this and knew the boys were
being forced to wear something very similar (just you know, with slacks and
shirts not skirts and blouses), I just hadn't known how uncomfortable these
uniforms were until I had to put one on myself.

   Before we returned to the guard I gave Maria a quick hug that she
returned, sniffling like she might start crying again.  As I swung the door
open I saw the guard reaching for it.  I guess he'd decided it had been
long enough he had an excuse and was hoping to get an eyeful.  He only
looked a little disappointed as he let his hand drop.

   "Took you long enough." he grunted at us.  "Let's go get your collars on
and I'll show you to your cells." He led us down another drab hallway lined
with cameras into a cramped room where an old, stern looking woman measured
my neck and after rummaging around in a back room for a while came back out
with a frightening looking collar made of metal and bright orange plastic.
She warned me not to tamper with it or try to take it off, she explained
that it was able to shock me like a taser if I tried.  And that the guards
could, with one press of a button on the remote at their belts activate the
collar of anyone they pointed the remote at.  As soon as she'd closed it on
my neck with a very final sounding click the guard waved at me to follow
him while she was still measuring Maria.

   "Come on, I'll show you to your cell and come back for her when she's
done."

   "But," I asked.  "We came in together, isn't she going to be with me?"

   "Oh no girl, we've got a cell mate all ready for you.  She's looking
forward to meeting her new 'friend'." I could hear the quotes around friend
in his voice.  "Jazzy's real good at showing new girls the ropes, making
sure they understand how things work around here so they don't get in
trouble." he continued.  "When I saw our new arrivals today I was kind of
hoping they'd put Maria with her.  I think she'll do just fine with you
though."

   My knees shaking I followed him down the hall to meet my cell mate.

   The guard led me down yet another hallway and into the girls wing of the
building.  It was getting late and he told me dinner was over, I hadn't
eaten since lunch but after the day I'd had I didn't have much of an
appetite.  Several girls were sitting in the common area of the wing
reading or playing games or watching TV, they looked at me as I came in
with the guard.  Some of them with interest, some with hostility, some with
boredom, and a few of the younger ones looked a little scared at another
older girl coming in.  "No time for you to hang out here today." the guard
told me.  "Your cell mate is waiting to meet you and we don't want to keep
her waiting." His menacing tone made me gulp.  Maybe though this Jazzy that
I was going to be sharing my cell with was a nice girl and he was just
trying to scare me.  A girl could dream, right?

   As we walked past the cells I noticed they were all empty.  The girls
must all be in the common room, or maybe some of the older ones were out
working again.  He led me to the one furthest from the common area, the
only one that wasn't currently empty.  Inside the cramped rectangular cell
a tall, lean black girl a few years older than me sat on one of the beds
that ran the length of each of the shorter walls.  Her skirt rode up over
one knee showing a lot of her smooth leg that the guard who'd brought me
stared at openly.  Her blazer was laying on one of the small dressers
across the long back wall and I noticed it wasn't just the less physically
mature girls like me who went without a bra, I could see her dark nipples
pressing against the white fabric of her blouse.  Her breasts were small by
boys standards I guessed, maybe a small B-cup, but they were big enough to
make me jealous.  The guard noticed them too once he dragged his eyes up
from her leg licking his lips.  Her long hair was done up in multiple
braids and strung with beads and her full lips were covered with dark red
lipstick that complemented her dark skin that reminded me of rich black
coffee.  Like all the other girls in the wing she wore one of the
monitoring collars but where mine and a lot of the girls looked new hers
was kind of dinged and scratched like it had been worn a long time.

   "Hey Dave." she said to the guard in a breathy voice.  "Was starting to
think I'd have to wait all night for you to bring me the new girl." she
turned her head to me and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet.  She was
looking at me like boys looked at me.  Was she ...?  I mean, not that
there's anything wrong with that.  My best friend before I got in trouble
liked girls too but she knew I didn't and we were cool she didn't try to be
anything more than friends.  Jazzy though had a hungry look in her eyes,
like some of the older boys at school that I tried to stay away from.

   The guards, Dave's, eyes didn't rise about Jazzy's breasts as he
answered.  "Had to get her changed and fitted with her collar.  You've got
plenty of time to give her your usual welcome Jazzy."

   Like Dave's eyes on her breasts Jazzy's eyes didn't leave me when she
replied to him.  "Been looking forward to it all day Dave.  You on camera
monitoring duty now?"

   "I will be shortly.  Got another girl getting fitted that I need to
bring back here first."

   "Another new girl?  She pretty?"

   "Cute little Mexican girl, I'm sure you'll meet her soon.  Wish we could
have put her in with you too." Dave tore his eyes off Jazzy's breasts long
enough to look down at his watch.  "Crap.  Maria should be ready by now. 
aI need to run back and get her.  I'll leave her with the girls in the
common room."

   Jazzy waved at Dave as he rushed off, switching to an angry glare and
flipping him off when his back was turned.  As soon as he was out of
earshot she spoke.  "Fucker thinks I don't notice him staring at me like
that.  Wasn't him I was showing off for ..." she patted the bed next to
her. "Sit down girl, I'll tell you what it's like here.  You're Katy,
right?"

   Hesitantly I sat down next to her near the foot of the bed.  The
mattress was thin and hard.  The other bed seemed to be hers, there were
fashion magazines scattered on it, we were both apparently on MY bed.  When
I sat Jazzy scooted closer to me, crowding me against the wall.  "Uh,
yeah." I said nervously.  "Mom named me after her favorite singer."

   Jazzy smiled at me and leaned in close as I talked.  I wanted to lean
away but I couldn't without smacking my head into the wall.  "My name's
short for Jasmine, but ain't nobody calls me that.  So what are you in here
for Katy?"

   "A girl from my school stole my ADHD meds out of my purse and when she
was caught with it she claimed I sold it to her.  I didn't though!  I
really didn't!"

   "Uh-huh." She looked at me skeptically.  "Well, I been here four years
and one of the things I learned is it don't matter if you did it or not. 
You're here now and you gotta deal with it."

   "Four years?  What did you do?  Why haven't you paid your fine off yet?"

   Jazzy laughed bitterly.  "Oh girl.  You got a rude awakening coming your
way.  What got me here is when I was ten this other girl on the playground
she called me a nigger.  So I beat the hell out of her pasty white ass. 
Broke her nose.  Since I threw the first punch I got blamed, five thousand
dollar fine.  Bitch probably bought herself a new nose with her share, even
before I broke it her nose wasn't doing her ugly ass face any favors. 
Anyway, that's what put me here.  And I admit, the first month or two I
wasn't so good at making money so I got a bit more behind.  I learned quick
though, I'm a real good worker now even though I don't like guys.  I could
have been out of here in five months.  Thing is though, and I ain't just
being vain, I'm pretty.  That's one of the reasons I make a lot of money,
and it's why the guards like me.  Pretty girls like me, like YOU, the
Program wants to keep us around to make them money and the guards want to
keep us around ...  well you know why they want to keep us around
right?" She paused and looked me in the eye, her own dark brown eyes filled
with concern, although part of me thought her concern looked a bit faked.

   My stomach sank like a rock.  I was pretty sure I knew why guards like
Dave would want to keep me around.  I nodded my head and bit my lip
nervously.  "Well," Jazzy continued, "it's pretty easy to keep us around.
All they need is an excuse to fine you more and those are easy to come by.
Hell, once when I was your age a cop who'd payed me three times in the past
- and let me tell you most cops, if they want someone who's in the Program
they don't pay for it - he busted me for prostitution.  Said he got an
'anonymous tip' I was working as a prostitute.  Don't tell me that tip
didn't come straight from either a guard or the Program.  What I'm saying
Katy-baby, girls like me and you?  We ain't likely to get out until we're
eighteen.  So you do what you got to do to get by.  You do whatever the
guards tell you to, or what a cop tells you if you're out working.  Someone
gets rough with you while you're working, you take it.  Cause if you fight
back you get fined for assault.  And you don't take cash ever, your
collar's got a card scanner they should use it."

   I was shaking like a leaf as she explained what my life was going to be
like until I got out and my gaze was locked on the floor.  But that last
part made me look up confused.  "Wait, why shouldn't I take cash?"

   Jazzy looked at me like I was stupid.  I hate when people do that, I'm a
lot of things, including ADHD, but I'm not stupid.  Hell, I was taking
advanced English classes in school.  "Lots of reasons girl.  For one next
guy your with could steal it.  But more importantly you take cash the
guards will use it to fuck you over."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You come back here with cash and give it to the guards they're gonna
tell you it's counterfeit.  Then it doesn't count against your fine and
they take it and say they're gonna destroy it or give it to the feds or
whatever and the next day the guard has a brand new tablet or some shit. 
Oh but Jazzy, what if I just keep the money?  Well hon, for one thing what
the fuck good is it going to do you in here?  Ain't no one gonna let a
Youth Offender come in their store and spend it, they think we'll shoplift
something.  And ain't no where in here to spend it.  And if the guards find
out you've got it then you're in trouble for holding back money that
belongs to the Program.  You get fined ten times the money you're holding
back and if you're lucky the guard just beats you up a bit and doesn't do
...  other things ...  to punish you."

   I was starting to feel sick, this was even worse than all the rumors I'd
heard about the Program.  I wrapped my arms around myself shivering.  Jazzy
scooted a little closer to me, our hips brushing up against each other and
I couldn't move away because the wall was right next to me.  "It's okay
Katy-baby." she said wrapping her arms around me.  I froze at that, was she
trying to comfort me or hit on me?  I relaxed a little when her hands
stroked my back without straying anywhere they shouldn't.  "It ain't all
bad in here if you can keep out of trouble.  Ain't got no school or
homework to worry about, right?  And I've made some good friends in here.
Real close 'friends'." I stiffened up again as she let go of me and one of
her hands drifted to my thigh.  "You gonna be my new 'friend' Katy-baby?"

   I hurriedly pushed Jazzy's hand off of my leg.  "Jazzy ...  I'm not like
that.  I like BOYS.  I mean, it's okay that you ..." Jazzy put her hand
back on my thigh and moved in even closer pressing me uncomfortably against
the wall, not hard enough to hurt but any more pressure probably would.

   "Katy-baby," she said, no longer using the soft breathy voice she seemed
to save for sweet talking and flirtation, her new voice was cold and hard.
"I took time out of my day to teach you how things work around here." Her
hand moved higher, pushing my skirt up and stroking my leg.  "And you're
going to be sleeping here in my cell ..."

   "Our cell." I squeaked out in a small voice. 

   "MY cell." she repeated.  "So you really should be friendly with me,
don't you think?  Cause if we aren't friends ..." 

   I panicked and tried to push her off the bed and she slapped me in the
face hard enough I saw a bright flash.  "See, I wanted this to be nice and
friendly.  But if that's the way you want it bitch ..." She climbed on top
of me straddling one of my thighs and started rubbing herself against me.
"If you'd been nice to me Katy-baby I'd have been nice to you."

   "Jazzy ..." I gasped out, my heart pounding with fear and the side of my
face stinging from her slap.  "Isn't Dave watching the camera?  The guards
..."

   "Oh, Dave's watching alright Katy-baby.  Him and any other guard who
doesn't have something more important to do.  They're watching every second
of this, probably with their dicks in their hands.  They been looking
forward to me welcoming you here as much I have." She leaned in and forced
a kiss on me thrusting her tongue into my mouth sloppily as I started to
cry.  I'd been expecting my first kiss to be from a cute boy I liked, one
who was sweet and gentle and liked me back, instead it had been stolen by
this girl who was about to rape me.  Somehow that felt worse than anyything
else she was doing. 

   She pulled back from the kiss and started fumbling with my blazer and
blouse tearing buttons off in her haste to get them open.  "Let me see what
you've got under there Katy-baby.  What are the guys going to be playing
with when you go to work tomorrow?" Her hands roamed over my small pale
breasts squeezing painfully and she pinched my nipples until I cried out.
"Damn girl, you ain't got much but they're nice and firm.  Don't worry,
some guys like them small.  Specially guys who are big fans of the
program." I kept struggling but Jazzy was bigger than me and her grip was
tight.  All I managed to do was tear my blouse more and bruise my arms
trying to get away.

   "Now Katy-baby," she told me as she moved off my leg.  "reach down under
my skirt and pull off my panties." I shook my head, stupid I know.  I
should have known what she'd do by now.  She slapped me again, the opposite
side of my face from the first slap, even harder than before.  "Katy-baby,
you learn to do what you're told and you'll get hurt a lot less.  You think
the guys out there are going to let you get away with this shit?  Now get
my fucking panties off."

   Sobbing I reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.  The
crotch was damp from her rubbing herself against me.  She sat back down and
let me pull them over her feet.  "Now my skirt Katy-baby." I didn't try to
object this time, I just did what I was told and pulled off her skirt. 
Between her legs I could see she was dripping wet, she had shaved herself
clean but a little stubble was starting to grow back.  "Good girl." she
stroked my head like I was a well behaved pet as I cringed from her hand.
"Do you ever play with your pussy Katy-baby?" Blushing I nodded at her. 
"Good.  I want you to play with mine just the way you play with yours." I
reached down hesitantly, I didn't want to touch her but I didn't want her
to hit me again either.  She spread her legs wide open facing the camera
watching our cell and I started to gently rub her pussy.  She moaned softly
and I kept it up, moving faster as she started to moan more.  After a while
though looked at me with an odd expression.  "Katy-baby?  Is this all you
ever do when you play with your little pussy?" I bit my lip and nodded at
her.  She raised an eye brow.  "Damn girl, the first guy you're with is in
for a real treat.  I'll leave you untouched down there just for him whoever
he is.  Put your finger inside me girl." I slid my finger in like she told
me to and she gasped.  "That's it baby.  Move it in and out.  Nice and slow
at first ..." I thrust my finger into her warm moist pussy feeling her
squeeze it tightly.  I moved it in and out, slowly speeding up as she
panted and moaned getting even wetter thrusting herself back against my
hand.  "Oh Katy-baby, that's good.  Two fingers now baby, use two fingers."
I slid a second finger in and kept going and in no time at all Jazzy was
trembling and moaning loud enough I was sure the girls in the common area
could hear, the thought that they knew what I was doing filled me with
shame.  Thinking she was done I started to pull my fingers out.

   "Oh Katy-baby.  You don't stop at just one do you?  You poor thing.  I
ain't done yet girl." She paused.  "On the other hand ...  go ahead and
take your fingers out.  Then lick them clean." I looked at her for a
moment, repulsed by the idea.  She raised her eyebrows and raised her hand
again.  Before she could slap me I did as I was told.  Her juices were thin
and tasted a little tangy and kind of musky.  And then I thought about what
she'd probably been doing earlier today and my stomach rolled.  Was it only
her I was tasting or some strange man too?  "Get used to that taste
Katy-baby.  Next thing you're going to do girl is you're going to get down
on your knees and lick it for me.  Do it quick before I get mad at you
again."

   I got off the bed and my knees almost collapsed under me as I knelt in
front of her.  I must have moved too slowly for her because she grabbed me
by the hair and yanked my head forward smashing my nose into her crotch. 
Her scent was heavy and musky and the taste from before filled my mouth and
coated my tongue.  She panted and moaned as I licked hesitantly at first
and then harder and faster afraid she'd hit me again if I didn't do a good
job.  Soon she was shaking and moaning again and she let me pull away long
enough to catch my breath.  Her juices were all over my face and my nose
was sore from being pressed against her.  "Again, Katy-baby.  Stick your
tongue inside me this time.  Get it in deep." My tongue was already worn
out and the base was sore and the underside raw from scraping against my
teeth but I did was I was told.  "Oh Katy-baby," Jazzy moaned.  "I can't
believe this is the first time you've done this.  It sure ain't your last.
You're going to be doing this a lot." I sobbed again, my tears mixing with
her juices on my face.  I didn't want to do it ever again, I wanted to stop
right now but I knew if I tried she would hit me.  Jazzy came three more
times as I licked her and my face felt covered in a glaze of her juices.

   "You can stop now Katy-baby." she panted.  "You did good.  If you can do
that good with men you're going to make lots of money.  Now, if you were my
friend I'd do the same for you.  And I'd protect you from the boys here. 
You decided you didn't want to be my friend though, and it's too late to
change your mind Katy-baby." She got up and walked over to her dresser, her
knees unsteady, and pulled some wet wipes out of the top drawer.  "Now I'm
going to clean myself up and go to sleep." I started looking for something
to clean my face off with as well.  "Oh no, YOU don't get to clean yourself
up tonight.  You let that dry Katy-baby.  That way in the morning all the
guards who didn't get to watch the camera, and all the girls in the wing,
they see what you did tonight.  You can clean it off in the shower."

   Jazzy cleaned herself up, put her uniform in the cells hamper, and put
on a fresh pair of panties and a gown from her dresser before laying down
in her bed and apparently quickly falling asleep.  I found a similar gown
in my dresser and dressed for bed before laying down and crying myself to
sleep with Jazzy's juices drying on my face