Get It Girls by Treasure Blue

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