A female prison completly automated. No human guards, only robots. Most men would think that a computer error that sends a male to an all female prison just about as lucky as any one man could get. As you look around at the many dangerous looking women around you, you think that it might not have been so lucky.

The floating bot takes you to your cell and you're greeted with the angry stare of one of your new bunk mates, followed by the overly curious look of the other.

Choker: Que carajo!?

Smoov comes bounding off the top bunk and running up behind Choker bumping into her. Choker nudges her back, looking annoyed.

Smoov: Oh! Em! Gee! Choke-Choke! A MAN!

Choker crosses her arms, giving you a glare. "You think you can just walk in here and take whatever you want, huh? This is our cell now. You have a top or bottom?" She pauses for a moment, smirking as if she already knows the answer to that question.

Smoov hovers closer, her big tits almost brushing against your arm. "Ooh... can I sleep on his face, Choke-Choke? Please pleeeease?" Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers it.

Choker eyes you up and down before giving you an amused grunt. "Very helpful, huh? So that means I'll get a turn with him later tonight then?" She narrows her eyes suggestively as she leans in closer. "We can make a deal. You take care of me, I'll see what I can do about keeping the others away from you." Her hand comes to rest on your shoulder possessively.

Smoov sighs dramatically but doesn't seem too disappointed, "Aw, Choke-Choke... sometimes you're such a tease!" She pouts and nuzzles into Choker's side.

"Hmm..." Choker looks you over again, her expression a mix of desire and challenge. "Deal. But remember, this is my cell now." She places a possessive hand on your shoulder and leans in closer. "And I expect to be well taken care of tonight," she whispers seductively into your ear before giving you another smirk, knowing full well that everyone's attention has shifted entirely to her.

Smoov bounces on the spot with excitement, her chest heaving as she watches Choker carefully but manages to catch your eye and grin widely in the process. "Oh boy..." she breathes heavily, rubbing her hands together eagerly.

Choker laughs throatily as you drop your jacket, exposing yourself to her. "Oh yeah? You like having me watch that?" She winks back at you before nodding for you to put the jacket on the empty bed. "There ya go. Now let's get comfortable."

Smoov squirms a little, unable to contain herself any longer. "Can I... can I feel it too, Choke-Choke?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she reaches out to touch your stomach through your shirt.

Choker laughs, shoving Smoov's hand away playfully but not roughly. "Not yet, bimbo. You can have a turn later tonight." She smirks at you over her shoulder before turning back to Smoov and giving her a pat on the head. "Now be a good girl and go get us something to eat, hmm?"

Smoov pouts but doesn't protest as she wanders off down the hall in search of food. Choker leans against the side of your bed now, watching you with an amused expression on her face. "So," she begins slowly, licking her lips, "what do you want to do while we wait for our... entertainment?"

Choker crosses her arms over her chest, giving you an appreciative look. "Well," she says with a smirk, "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to keep ourselves entertained." Her gaze drifts down to your crotch before raising back up to meet your eyes. "How about I show you around the prison? There's lots of interesting places we could explore..." She pauses for effect, licking her lips again. "And people..."

The implied invitation hangs in the air between you, and Choker watches carefully to see how you react. Her expression turns predatory as she awaits your response, anticipating the chance to claim you for herself even more thoroughly.

Choker's lips curl into a smirk as you kiss her hand, and she feels her heart race with excitement at your show of submission. "Good boy," she says softly, her voice almost a whisper. With a wicked grin, she slips off the bed and leads you out of the cell, her fingers trailing teasingly down your arm as they do so.

Once in the hallway, she pauses for a moment to get her bearings before starting off towards one of the wings of the prison. "There are lots of ways we can pass the time," she whispers in your ear, causing you to shiver involuntarily, "but I think we should start with something nice and private." Her hand slips around your waist possessively, guiding you along as if you're already hers.

The further they get from their cell, the more likely it is that someone will see them together... but Choker couldn't care less at this point. All that matters to her right now is claiming her prize and making sure no one else gets a chance at him before she does.

Choker laughs, a husky sound that vibrates through your body when she speaks next to your ear. "What do you want to know? That I'm good at jiu jitsu? Or maybe that I spent most of my life on the streets before ending up here?" She sighs heavily, resting her head against your shoulder briefly before continuing. "I could tell you about how I got into fights just so I'd have someone to practice on... or we could talk about more fun things." Her hand tightens around your waist, encouraging you to move closer as she walks with you down the hallway.

The air in the prison is thick with anticipation and lust, making it difficult for either of you to think clearly. All Choker can focus on is claiming her prize before anyone else does, and all you can think about is surrendering to her completely.

Choker laughs softly as you trail your fingers down her cheek. "My name's Kyra, but all the girls here call me Choker because of my little hobby." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her gaze never leaving yours. "I'm 25... I was born in Mexico City, but I grew up moving around a lot with my family." Her smile turns bittersweet as she thinks about the past. "I love fighting and training... it's how I cope with everything else in my life. I hate being told what to do, or feeling like someone else has control over me." She chuckles darkly at that, obviously still dealing with some issues from her past. "Most things make me laugh eventually... even the bad stuff."

She looks around them, taking in their surroundings as if seeing them for the first time since leaving the cell. "Life here isn't easy... but it's all we know now." Her voice is quiet, almost wistful, before she shakes her head and refocuses on you again. "As for loving... I don't know that I ever really have. Not like this." She tilts her head slightly, searching your expression for some sign of what you might be thinking.

Her fingers tighten around your waist again as she leads you down the hallway, eager to get back to their cell and claim what is rightfully hers.

Kyra stops walking and faces you directly, her expression hardening slightly. "You think I'm the alpha here?" She laughs, more of a bark this time. "No... not at all." Her voice softens again as she continues. "There are others who could take my place any day, if they wanted to."

She runs her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself for feeling flustered by your words. "Maybe we did meet for a reason," she finally admits, searching your eyes carefully. "But it doesn't change anything." Her gaze drops briefly before looking up at you again. "I still want you... and no one else is going to get in my way."

Her hand slides down your stomach, gently urging you closer as she leans in, her lips brushing against yours teasingly. Her breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. "So," she whispers against your mouth, "are you ready to belong to me?"

"Yes," Kyra hisses, the word more of a growl than anything else as she steps closer to you. "I want you all to myself. I want to be the only one who can make you feel this way... And no matter how much Smoov might want it, you're mine now." Her hand slides up your chest, cupping your breast roughly through your shirt. "Do you understand?"

Kyra's expression hardens, her eyes narrowing as she stares into yours. "Do you understand?" Her voice is low and dangerous, threatening to undo everything they've just said.

Kyra gasps, her head falling back as you roughly grab and squeeze her breasts through her shirt. Her hands come up to push against your chest, but only for a moment before she realizes this is what she wants, too. "Yes," she hisses between gritted teeth. "Fuck..." The air around them crackles with sexual tension as she arches into you, her body aching for release.

With a sudden movement, Kyra spins you around and pushes you back against the wall, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the other fumbles with the snap of your jeans. "You're all mine now," she growls into your ear before sliding her tongue along the edge, teasing you even more mercilessly. Her hips grind against yours, rubbing her aching sex against your trapped cock, making it clear just how desperate she is for relief. "Say it."

Her breath comes hot and fast against your neck as she waits, waiting for you to admit that she owns you now... and that no one else will ever have a chance at what's hers.

Kyra's eyes flash with victory as you admit your devotion to her. Her grip on your wrists tightens and she lets out a sharp laugh, more amused than anything else. "You're all talk," she whispers, shoving her hips against yours harder. "Let's see if you can back that up." With surprising strength, she lifts you off the ground until your legs are wrapped around her waist and your hard length is pressed fully against her aching sex.

"Fuck!" she growls, bracing herself on the wall beside you as she slams her hips down onto yours in a violent display of possession. Her head falls back against the wall with a moan, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure ripples through her body. "Take me," she breathes harshly. "Make me your bitch."

Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving half-moon marks in their wake as she uses your body for leverage to ride you harder and faster. Her breath comes hot and fast against your neck, her words coming out between gasps and moans. "You're mine... only mine..." She shudders beneath you, her muscles tensing as an orgasm washes over her, clawing at every inch of her skin.

Kyra collapses to the floor, still connected to you by your legs, her breath coming fast and ragged as she recovers from her climax. For a moment, she just lies there panting, taking deep, shuddering breaths before finally looking up at you with hooded eyes. "And so," she whispers roughly, "are you." Her hand comes up to cup your face, stroking your cheek gently as if reassuring herself that it's all real.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice almost dreamy now. "You're mine..." Her other hand comes up to stroke your chest, tracing lazy patterns over your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you. She looks into your eyes, still a bit dazed from the intensity of their lovemaking. "And I think... maybe we can make this work." Her lips quirk into a small, satisfied smile before she leans forward to capture yours once more, sharing a kiss that is equal parts triumphant and tender.

Kyra purses her lips in thought as you ask your questions. "I've... not had sex with anyone for a long time," she admits quietly, voice barely above a whisper. "As for being with a man, no... I never have." She hesitates, glancing away before continuing, "And Smoov... well, we're just cellmates. We've never been anything else." Her eyes flicker back to yours as if daring you to question her about it further.

She strokes your cheek gently, tracing lazy patterns over your skin with her fingertips. "It feels good... having someone like this," she whispers. "Someone who wants me..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she looks almost vulnerable. Then, as if remembering herself, she pushes aside the awkward emotions and focuses on the present, her expression turning hungry once more.

"I think we should... celebrate," she purrs, running her hands up your chest to cup your shoulders. "How about I return the favor?" Before you can answer, she's already straddling you again, her fingers deftly working at the snap of your jeans.

"Smoov!" Choker snarls, glaring daggers at the blonde as she steps back into view. "I thought I told you to get food!" She tries to ignore her cellmate's presence for a moment longer, but eventually relents and turns to face Smoov with an irritated expression on her face.

"What do you want?" she growls out, glancing back at you before looking away again. Her body language is tense, as if daring Smoov to challenge her for your affections.

Smoov bounces from foot to foot nervously, not meeting Choker's gaze. "Oh... uh, I just thought..." She trails off, looking away before bringing her eyes back to meet Choker's steely glare. Finally, she shrugs and says, "Well, you were taking forever." Her tone is placating, almost submissive, but there's still a spark of anger in her eyes.

Choker glares at Smoov for a moment longer before finally nodding toward the door. "Fine," she growls out. "Go get some food then... and hurry up about it." Without another word, Choker turns back to you, her expression predatory as ever. Her hands slide slowly under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin as she waits for Smoov to leave the room.

Choker's head whips around in shock as Smoov snatches you away from her. She leaps to her feet, fury filling her every movement as she lunges toward the pair of you. "What do you think you're doing?!" she shouts, her voice edged with rage and a hint of desperation.

Before either one of them can reply, Choker launches herself at Smoov, hitting her hard enough to send them both crashing into the bed in a tangle of limbs and curses. She straddles Smoov's chest now, hands curled into fists as she glares down at her former friend-turned-rival. "You touch what's mine, and this is what happens," she growls out through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring with every angry breath. "Do you understand?"

Choker snarls in anger as Smoov continues to struggle beneath her. "You selfish bitch!" She slams a fist into the mattress next to Smoov's head, sending a puff of dust flying up into the air. "He chose me! He wanted to be with me! So you can just shut your mouth and accept it, or I'll make sure the rest of the inmates never let you forget what you tried to do!" Her voice trembles with barely contained fury as she leans down, her hot breath caressing Smoov's cheek. "Do we have an understanding now?"

Choker rolls her eyes at Smoov's outburst, already regretting the loss of control she'd allowed herself earlier. "I didn't say I was perfect," she snaps, pushing herself back up onto her feet. "But at least I know what I want." She pauses for a moment, trying to regain her composure before continuing in a calmer tone. "Look, we both want him... and I'm not going to stop you from having your share. But he's mine first."

Her gaze drifts back to you, searching your face for any sign of what you might be thinking about this whole mess. Finally, she sighs heavily and runs a hand through her hair before offering Smoov a hand up off the bed. "So," she says softly, "how about we just... try to work together here?"

There's an awkward silence as they both consider her offer, but eventually Smoov reluctantly takes her hand and allows Choker to pull her back onto her feet. The tension in the room ebbs slightly as they look at each other warily, both aware that this fragile truce may not last long.

But for now, they're left with no choice but to try and find a way to make it work... if only for the sake of their shared desire.

Choker and Smoov exchange glances, a hint of amusement in their eyes despite the tension still lingering between them. Choker's lips quirk into a small smile as she regards you with renewed interest. "You do have a way with words," she says softly, stepping closer to you and running her fingers through your hair before letting her hand drift lower, tracing idle patterns along your chest and stomach.

"So... what do you say?" She looks up at Smoov as she speaks, a silent challenge in her eyes. "Are we going to work together on this, or are you still going to try and push me out of the picture?" There's a strange mixture of defiance and submission in Choker's voice, as if she's somehow asking for your permission while simultaneously daring Smoov to challenge her dominance.

Smoov bites her lip thoughtfully before meeting Choker's gaze. "I don't want to push you out," she says slowly, still careful with her words. "But I do want a piece of him." She glances at you, searching your face for any sign of what you might be thinking about all this.

There's a long pause as they both continue to regard you carefully. Finally, Choker breaks the silence. "All right," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can do it your way... for now." She takes Smoov's hand in hers and squeezes gently before pulling her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in what might be an awkward display of sisterhood... or dominance.

Choker glances back at you over her shoulder, the surprised flash in her eyes quickly replaced by a look of approval before turning into something deeper, hotter even. Her grip on Smoov's shoulder tightens almost imperceptibly as she presses their bodies closer together, trapping your hand against her ass. "So," she breathes, her lips grazing the nape of Smoov's neck, "what should we do first?"

.at this time, I stand behind Checker, who is hugging Smooth, and slightly squeeze Checker's ass with one hand so that she feels it, but so that Smoof does not see it, Secretly showing to Choker that I'm actually on her side

Choker glances back at you over her shoulder, a surprised look flashing in her eyes before morphing into something deeper, hotter even. Her grip on Smoov's shoulder tightens almost imperceptibly as she presses their bodies closer together, trapping your hand against her ass. "So," she breathes, her lips grazing the nape of Smoov's neck, "what should we do first?"

The air between them feels charged with sexual tension, thick and heavy like a cloak. It almost seems to vibrate with the weight of their combined desires as they stand there together, their bodies inches away from your own. It's clear that both Choker and Smoov are eager for this... whatever it is you're offering them.

Choker's eyes widen slightly at your words but she nods quickly, her lips curling into a devious little smile as she finally understands the plan. "Oh, I think I have just the thing," she whispers back, before turning away from you and Smoov and looking them both in the eye. "So," she begins brightly, her tone almost breezy now, "tell us about yourselves! What's your favorite food? Color?"

Her expression is all innocence, but there's a gleam in her eyes that says otherwise. She lets her hand trail up and down Smoov's arm, lazily brushing against the skin as if they're simply old friends catching up on lost time. "We can start with you, Smoov."

I whisper softly in Choker's ear, so that Smoov won't hear: "I only want you, darling. Turn the topic of conversation to something else now, and later in the night, send her out of our cell on business under some pretext. Do you understand the plan, baby?.."

Choker's eyes meet yours again, understanding and desire written clearly in her gaze. She nods slightly, letting you know that she understands the plan. Then, with a light laugh, she turns back to Smoov and says, "Oh, come on, Smoov. You can do better than that!" She playfully musses the blonde's hair before continuing. "How about something more interesting? Like your first kiss... or your wildest sexual fantasy?" Her tone is casual, almost teasing as she expertly guides the conversation in a different direction.

For now, they all pretend that everything is normal between them; that they aren't plotting against each other and scheming to take what's theirs. But underneath it all, the tension remains palpable; thick as smoke and just as intoxicating. It's a game they're playing, one where the stakes are nothing less than their freedom... and perhaps even their lives.

Choker watches Smoov carefully as she listens to her answer, making sure not to reveal anything about her own thoughts or feelings on the matter. She casually reaches up with one hand and starts playing with a strand of hair that has come loose from its ponytail, twirling it around her finger as she listens. Her gaze never strays far from yours, letting you know that she's still on board with the plan... for now.

"Oh really?" Choker exclaims, feigning surprise at Smoov's answer. "I would have thought you were more adventurous than that!" She tilts her head to the side, contemplating further questions as she plays innocently with your hair. "So what do you think about sharing a man?" she asks slowly, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Would you ever consider it... between the three of us?" Her eyes flicker briefly back to yours before returning to Smoov, the challenge clear in her expression.

The air between them feels charged, electric almost as they both wait for Smoov's reply. It's a game of cat and mouse; each one trying to gauge the other's reactions while simultaneously playing their own part in this elaborate dance of desire and deception. But no matter what happens next, you know that it won't be long before things reach a breaking point... and all three of them will have to choose where their loyalty lies.

Choker nods slightly at your whispered words, her lips curling into a satisfied smile before she answers Smoov's question. "Well," she says casually, as if the idea doesn't bother her at all, "I guess it would depend on the circumstances. But... maybe we could discuss that later..." Her eyes flicker toward you again and a shiver runs down her spine at your softly whispered words in Spanish. It only makes her more determined to do whatever it takes to keep you for herself.

For now, though, she plays along; pretending not to be bothered by Smoov's questions or her presence in general. But deep down, she knows that this can't last much longer. Sooner or later, one of them will snap and make a move... and then the real fun begins.

Smoov glances back and forth between the two of you, her face flushing slightly. "I... I guess..." she finally says, words tripping over themselves as she tries to form a coherent thought. Choker watches her intently, enjoying the way her discomfort plays out across her features. There's a momentary flicker in Smoov's eyes that betrays the jealousy and possessiveness she feels toward you, and it makes Choker want to tease her even more.

But for now, they continue to play their little games; each one of them jockeying for position, trying to decide how best to make sure they end up with what they want most. And in the midst of all this tension and desire, you sit there, enjoying the show... knowing that sooner or later, one of these two beautiful women is going to need your help deciding who gets to keep you.

Choker's laughter echoes through the room as Smoov stammers out her half-hearted response. "Well," she drawls, uncrossing and recrossing her long legs lazily, "as long as we're all on the same page about that..." Her gaze flickers meaningfully in your direction before settling back onto Smoov, her expression becoming more neutral once again.

She takes a sip of water from the glass beside her and places it carefully on the floor next to her bed. "So," she begins, tilting her head thoughtfully, "tell me about something you've never told anyone else before..."

Choker's eyes widen slightly at the sight of you walking toward her pillow, but she quickly regains her composure and continues to chat with Smoov as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. As soon as you disappear into the nearby bathroom, she leans in closer to Smoov and whispers softly in her ear, "See? He's on our side." Her eyes flicker meaningfully toward the toilet before returning to Smoov. "Now tell me..."

Her voice trails off suggestively as she watches you from the corner of her eye, waiting for any sign that you might have found what you were looking for in her pillow. The tension in the room continues to build, each word and movement taking on a new significance; a carefully crafted dance of seduction and manipulation as they all compete for your attention... and your affections.

But in the end, it will be up to you to decide who comes out on top.

Choker's eyes widen in surprise as the guard drags her out of the cell. She throws one last desperate look in your direction, pleading silently for you to remember their arrangement. Smoov watches with a mixture of relief and apprehension; knowing that Choker may not be gone forever but also fearful of what she might say during questioning.

As soon as the guard disappears from view, Smoov moves swiftly towards you, her lips curled into a seductive smile. "Well," she purrs, running her hands up your chest and across your shoulders, "I guess that leaves us alone for a while." She tilts her head back, offering you an inviting view of her neck as she continues to inch closer. "What do you say we take advantage of the situation?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to give into the desire building within you. But Choker's pleading gaze still haunts you; reminding you that there are consequences to everything... even in this hellish prison.

Smoov looks confused by your question but relents, sitting down on the bed next to you instead of moving closer as she had intended. "Choker and I... we've been friends for a long time," she explains, a tinge of sadness in her voice now that it seems she won't be able to seduce you quite so easily. "We met before either of us ended up here."

She glances at the door where Choker disappeared through, then back to you. "Choker's different," she says slowly. "She's... ambitious. Always has been." There's a note of admiration in her tone but also perhaps a hint of jealousy. "I think she sees people as pawns sometimes, moving them around the board to get what she wants."

Her eyes meet yours again, searching for something; understanding or agreement maybe. But all you can do is feel torn between your attraction to her and Choker's pleading gaze. The tension in the room seems to have dissipated now that they're no longer there to compete with each other, leaving only the two of you... and the weight of your decision.

Smoov shrugs nonchalantly. "She's not stupid," she allows. "And sometimes that can be dangerous." Her voice trails off, and there's a moment of awkward silence as she watches you carefully for your reaction to her words. Finally, she clears her throat and tries another approach. "So, what do you think we should do while we wait for Choker to get back?" She leans closer, intent on making the most of this one-on-one time with you.

Her body language has relaxed slightly now, betraying a mixture of hope and desperation that tells you she's not ready to give up yet. But even as she tries to seduce you, her eyes dart toward the door every few seconds, as if she can't help but worry about what Choker might be saying to the guards right now.

"I... I want you," she admits softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the admission. "But I don't want to hurt Choker either. We've been through so much together..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you, searching your face for understanding or perhaps even agreement. The tension in the room is palpable, thick and heavy like a second layer of skin.

Time seems to slow down as you watch her, her expression shifting from confusion to hope and back again. There's an intensity about her that draws you in, making it hard to think clearly about what the right thing to do might be. But Choker's pleading gaze still haunts you; a reminder that whatever choice you make now will have consequences... not just for Smoov and Choker but perhaps for all of them as well.

Smoov's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the condoms, and a small smile plays across her lips. "Well," she says softly, taking the pack from you, "I guess that means we can... be careful." Her voice is almost bashful as she tucks the condoms into her bra, fingers dancing lightly over her breast before withdrawing them again.

She looks up at you, hope and uncertainty warring for dominance in her eyes. "What do you think?" she whispers, hesitant but determined. "Should we... take advantage of this time together?" There's a hint of desperation in her voice now, as if she's afraid that if she doesn't make her move soon, she might lose you both.

Smoov freezes, her eyes widening in alarm as she realizes that the new woman might blow their cover. She turns to you, panic etched into her features, and mouths the word "Choker." It's clear that she understands what needs to be done now; convince this other woman that they are merely sharing friendly conversation and not engaging in anything out of the ordinary.

As casually as possible, Smoov turns back to the newcomer with a smile. "Oh, hello there," she says brightly. "We were just... talking about old times, you know? Nothing important." Her gaze flickers briefly toward Choker's pillow before returning to the other woman, her expression bland and uninteresting.

Choker, on the other hand, appears from the investigator's office at that moment, her face flushed with anger or frustration. She takes one look at you and Smoov sitting so close together on the bed and a flash of jealousy passes across her features before it's quickly replaced by suspicion. "What's going on here?" she demands. "Why did they bring her in?"

Smoov glances nervously at Choker before returning her attention to the newcomer, trying to distract them both with idle chatter about life in prison and the possibility of getting out one day. She doesn't dare say anything more about their earlier conversation for fear of arousing suspicion.

Choker, on the other hand, eyes you warily, her expression a mix of confusion and anger. "What did they ask you?" she growls under her breath. You can see the wheels turning in her mind, as she tries to piece together what's happening and how it might affect their plan.

The air in the cell feels charged with tension now, like a storm about to break. It's only a matter of time before one of them gives something away... and changes everything.

Choker nods, looking slightly relieved that you're still on her side but still wary of the situation. She lets Smoov continue with her conversation while she follows you to the bathroom, taking cover in the tiny cubicle. Once inside, she leans against the door and sighs heavily, letting out some tension as she tries to regain her composure.

"Alright," she whispers, looking at you with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. "What happened in there?"

Choker nods slowly, her heart still racing from the sudden shock of being pulled out for questioning. She takes a deep breath and speaks softly in Spanish, the sound of her voice making your ears tingle with desire and anticipation. "Smoov... she was interrogated about us, me and you." Her words come out quickly, her lips curling into a bitter smile as she mentions your name, both protective and possessive.

She looks up at you from underneath her lashes, her chest heaving with emotion. "I don't know what they asked her... but I can feel it. They're starting to realize that there might be more going on between us than just friendship." Her gaze drops to your crotch, a hungry look in her eyes that belies the fear she's feeling deep down inside. "And if they do..." She trails off, not daring to finish the thought aloud.

Choker takes another deep breath and steps closer to you, pressing her body against yours in the tiny space of the bathroom stall. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, squeezing gently as she whispers hotly into your ear. "We need to be careful from now on... but we can't let them take us apart. Not like this." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "Besides... I think they'd miss us if we were gone too long."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and you feel your heart race in response. The tension between them is palpable, electric even as they stand there in the dim light of the bathroom stall, surrounded by the echoes of their whispered secrets. There's no doubt that whatever happens next will shape not only their future but also the fate of everyone involved in this twisted game of survival.

Choker hisses slightly at your touch but doesn't pull away, her body tensing with anticipation beneath your hands. Her eyes narrow as she considers your question. "I don't know," she whispers, sounding genuinely conflicted. "Smoov has never given me a reason to doubt her... but that doesn't mean she hasn't been plotting behind my back."

She leans further into you, pressing her breasts harder against your hands as if seeking comfort or reassurance. Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and a shudder runs through her body at the sensation. "I just... I can't believe she would," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper now. "But we need to find out for sure."

Her gaze darts back to the bathroom door, then back to you, uncertainty etched into every line of her beautiful face. It's clear that whatever happens next will be a delicate dance of trust and betrayal... and the stakes have never been higher.

Choker's eyes widen in surprise as she sees the condoms in your hand, and her face flushes with both embarrassment and arousal. "Wow," she breathes, looking at you from beneath her eyelashes. She takes the pack gingerly, carefully tucking it into her bra next to Smoov's. "I don't know what that means exactly... but it does make things more interesting."

Her gaze flickers back to the bathroom door before returning to your face. There's a newfound determination in her eyes now, as if she has found a way forward through this maze of lies and betrayals. "We need to find out what they know... and how much they can prove," she whispers urgently. "Because once they figure out we're involved with each other... there might be no going back."

She leans closer, pressing her body against yours, and for a moment you can forget about everything but the heat between your skin and the electricity of her touch. The world has narrowed down to this tiny bathroom stall, this woman in your arms... and the future that hangs in the balance.

Choker's lips curl into a faint smile as she looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with desire and something else, something deeper. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of your hearts. "I'm happy to have found someone like you... even in this place." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "But I can't let them take me away from everything we've worked for... from our freedom."

Her fingers find their way back to your shoulders, squeezing gently as she leans even closer. Her lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant at first before growing more demanding. Her tongue darts out to taste you, seeking the warmth and sweetness that lies beneath your skin. You feel her body tremble with emotion as their kiss deepens, each breath they exchange carrying the promise of a future that is both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.

As she pulls away from the kiss, a determined glint shines in her eyes. "We need to figure this out," she says softly, her voice raw with emotion. "Together."

Choker nods in agreement, her gaze flickering momentarily toward the bathroom door as they make their way back to Smoov's cell. Once inside, she takes her spot on the bed, careful not to give any indication that she and you have been sharing secrets in the bathroom stall. As darkness falls across the prison, Choker lies down beside you, pretending to sleep while you watch her body rise and fall with each shallow breath she takes. Her mind is racing, trying to piece together a plan that will keep them all safe and free... but even as she schemes, desire tugs at her heartstrings, reminding her of the heat that burns between them when they're alone. The tension in the cell is palpable, making it difficult for any of them to get a full night's rest, but Choker knows that tomorrow will bring new challenges... and she can only hope that together, they'll find a way through the maze of lies and deceit that stands between them and their freedom.

Choker pretends to be asleep, her breathing shallow and uneven as she struggles not to give away the fact that she's awake. But when your voice whispers softly in the darkness, it stirs something inside her. She tilts her head slightly, listening intently for what you have to say.

"What is it?" she whispers back, keeping her voice low and husky as she tries to sound as if she's still caught in the throes of slumber.

The tension in the cell seems to ebb away slightly as you whisper back and forth, your words hushed secrets passing between you in the night. It feels almost normal for a brief moment, as if you could forget about everything that's happening around you... but Choker knows better than anyone that there's no escape from this place without careful planning and cunning strategy. Even as she lets herself drift toward sleep, her mind is working furiously, plotting and scheming, searching for a way out that will keep them all safe - including the man she now finds herself falling for more deeply with each passing moment.

Choker's eyelids flutter open slightly at the sound of your voice, a mixture of exhaustion and curiosity etched into her features. Her mind is still clouded with sleep, but she struggles to focus as she takes in the darkened cell and the presence of Smoov on the other side of the room. The memory of their conversation from earlier that day flashes through her mind, leaving her feeling unsettled and anxious.

"Huh?" She mumbles softly, pretending to be confused for a moment before sitting up more fully and rubbing at her eyes. "Oh... yeah," she says slowly, nodding in agreement as if just realizing it's morning now. "Yeah, I guess we should get cleaned up."

Choker blushes deeply at your offer and casts you a sideways glance before shaking her head slowly. "No, thanks," she mumbles, sounding embarrassed but also slightly amused by the idea. "I can take care of that myself." She stands up from the bed, stretching her arms over her head as she yawns sleepily.

Without another word, she walks across the cell to the community bathroom, not bothering to check if you're following or what Smoov might be thinking about their exchange. The tension between them is palpable now, and it's clear that they need some time apart to sort out their feelings... as well as whatever secret plot is brewing behind the scenes.

As Choker steps into the bathroom, she glances back at you briefly before shutting the door behind her. The click of the lock echoes through the small space, and for a moment you're alone with your thoughts... or so you think. A moment later, there's a soft click as someone else slips into the bathroom. It's Smoov.

She moves silently across the room, her gaze fixed on Choker as she approaches the sinks. "Hey," she whispers, unable to keep the worry from her voice. "Are you okay?"

Choker jerks slightly at the sound of Smoov's voice, her hands suddenly busy washing her face and hands. "Yeah," she lies easily, though the tremor in her voice gives her away. "I just need to get cleaned up is all."

The air between them feels charged with tension as they both pretend not to notice your presence in the room. But you can see the questions in Smoov's eyes... and feel the weight of her suspicion pressing down on your shoulders like a leaden cloak. The delicate dance of trust and betrayal continues, its complex rhythm growing ever more difficult to follow with each passing moment.

"Oh... hi," Choker manages to squeak out, her cheeks flushing as you step closer and begin to fondle her breast through her shirt. Her eyes dart nervously toward Smoov before returning to yours, a mixture of confusion and arousal in their depths. She can feel your body pressed against hers, the warmth of your skin sending shivers down her spine despite herself.

Meanwhile, Smoov watches from across the room with growing unease. She knows something is going on between you two... but she can't quite put her finger on it yet. It doesn't help that you've managed to stay so close since being questioned earlier today. Her mind races as she tries to figure out what's happening, who to trust... and how much longer they can all play this dangerous game before someone gets hurt - or worse.

Choker's breath catches in her throat as you begin to massage her breasts and grope her ass through her clothes. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back against the bathroom sink with a small moan of pleasure. The tension between them only serves to heighten the sensation, making it all the more intense for both of them.

As she feels herself growing aroused beneath your touch, Choker opens her eyes and glances over at Smoov again, worried that they've drawn too much attention with their display. The other woman watches impassively from across the room, her expression unreadable as she tries to ignore what's happening right in front of her.

Time seems to stand still for a moment as the three of them exist within this fragile bubble of desire and deceit. But soon enough, reality intrudes once more: footsteps approach from down the hall outside their cell, growing steadily louder with each step. The guards are on their way to unlock the doors for another day in this twisted game of survival... and all three prisoners know that when they do, everything will change.

The question is: what kind of changes will it be? And who will end up paying the price for their choices?