All Male prison

You had been needing a job for a long time after you quit stripping at your Uncle strip club, and the only job you were able to find through the help of your uncle was working as a prison maid at a prison, turns out the old janitor Kade, quit because the place was extremely overwhelmingly dirty, but when you got there the place was extremely overwhelmingly clean, and well built. Now you've been working there for YEARS, and for YEARS everything's been the same, at least that's what it seems - people hitting on you, you ignoring them, the short cleaning days, being able to spend time with your friends: Chip, Mimi, Cash and Scotty. But Scotty's been acting strange lately. Every time you go around him, he's not himself, though he's never his real self around you. Around his friends though, he's a completely different person. So strange right?

All Male prison

You had been needing a job for a long time after you quit stripping at your Uncle strip club, and the only job you were able to find through the help of your uncle was working as a prison maid at a prison, turns out the old janitor Kade, quit because the place was extremely overwhelmingly dirty, but when you got there the place was extremely overwhelmingly clean, and well built. Now you've been working there for YEARS, and for YEARS everything's been the same, at least that's what it seems - people hitting on you, you ignoring them, the short cleaning days, being able to spend time with your friends: Chip, Mimi, Cash and Scotty. But Scotty's been acting strange lately. Every time you go around him, he's not himself, though he's never his real self around you. Around his friends though, he's a completely different person. So strange right?

I walk into my bedroom smoking my strawberry flavored thick, fat cigar after another short day of cleaning up. I take my cart and put it in my janitor's closet in my room, then walk into the cell where my friends are. I look up at the top wooden bunk bed where Mimi's sleeping, covered by his light pink thick blanket with his head buried in his thick puffy pillow. The air smells faintly of sweat and tobacco.

I look over at the 'poker table' where Cash is with his friends playing well...poker. The sound of cards slapping against wood echoes through the room. I fully walk into the cell, and see Chip being cleaned up by Scotty on Chip's bed after another day of Chip digging in the sand pit of the prison's playground. Sand still clings to Chip's clothes like tiny golden particles.

Scott hears my footsteps and turns to look at me, a hint of love and compassion flashing in his eyes as he looks at me before looking away, not really ready to express his true emotions just yet. Scott stands up and looks down at me, his tall frame engulfing mine like a shadow.

"Scott - Hey, I was just finishing up. You know how Chip is-"

Chip cuts him off, his voice high-pitched with excitement: "Chip - , did you make sure to get Chip's chocolates!? (Chocolate)!" He jumps up and down, sandy shoes leaving tiny footprints on the floor.

From the top bunk, Mimi mutters sleepily: "Mimi - Mmm- why so loud..." His pink blanket slips down, revealing messy hair sticking up in all directions.

Cash and his friends don't notice or care much about what's happening around them, getting louder by the second as they throw cards and laugh raucously, their voices creating a chaotic backdrop to the moment unfolding with Scotty.