Thank you for visiting with me today. Tales of a Prison Bitch stars young Trey Grayson and an older inmate named Samuel Booker. Though their relationship is strictly an agreement of sex for protection, it doesn’t take long for things to change.
One of the things I changed with the re-release is how Trey deals with some adversity. At this point in the story he’s had sex with Booker a few times and is discovering he likes bottoming more than he thought possible. Instead of just letting things happen to Trey, I made him more proactive. In this exclusive excerpt, he finds a way to solve a problem, which in turn impresses Booker.
About the Book
Title: Tales of a Prison Bitch (Second Edition)
Category/Triggers: Erotic romance, Prison, Non-Con, Violence.
Length: 220 Pages
Publisher: Stone Publishing
Purchase Links: Amazon || Barnes and Noble
Blurb: Trey Grayson is young, handsome, and in trouble. Newly incarcerated, he doesn’t know much about prison politics but quickly realizes if he’s going to survive, he’ll have to submit.
Trey will need someone to be his protector to avoid being victimized. In trade, he’ll have to become a prison bitch and do things he’s never done before. Samuel Booker is willing to do the job, and Trey agrees to pay the price. To Trey’s surprise, he doesn’t hate the relationship and actually develops genuine feelings for Booker. Too bad it’s totally one-sided.
Now Trey not only has to protect his body, he’ll also have to protect his heart.
Tales of a Prison Bitch is an erotic romance with rough sex between hard-edged men and contains descriptions of violence and non-consensual sex.
Second Edition: This version has considerable revisions.
On Wednesday, I was told to report to my caseworker’s office in a corner room on the upper tier. Hammond was an older man in his sixties who wore his hair in an obvious comb-over.
“I’ve got a celly arranged for you. The one you requested. It surprised me when I got your kite the other day.”
I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t send a kite recently. Not for a couple weeks.”
Hammond shuffled through some papers on his desk. “Yeah, I got the one where you said you wanted to live with Booker. Then I got one where you said you changed your mind and wanted to cell up with Marcus Graham.
“Graham?” I gasped. “No way.” That particular inmate was a member of the Aryan Warriors and went by the yard name of Cracker.
“Nope. That’s the kite I got. Graham submitted one too. It’s already been approved.”
“Fuck, I did not ask to live with Cracker. I want to cell with Booker. No one else.”
Hammond shook his head. “I don’t understand.” He located a piece of paper and handed it to me. It had my name and number, but I hadn’t written it. “Someone forged my name, man. This wasn’t me.”
He rubbed his face. “I don’t know if I can stop this from happening.”
“Can’t you just tell someone I didn’t write the letter?”
“I can try, but it might just seem like you changed your mind.”
“What are my options?”
“You can refuse the move, but if you do that, you’ll be written up and sent to disciplinary segregation.
Fuck, that wouldn’t do me any good.
“I’ll talk to Caseworker Ramsey, my boss, but I wouldn’t hold your breath that he’ll do anything.”
“But you’ll try?”
He nodded and waved for me to leave. I couldn’t believe Cracker had done this and I hadn’t known a thing about it. The Aryan Warriors were definitely targeting me now. They wanted me to join their ranks even though I wanted nothing to do with them. Trouble was if I rejected their recruitment, I’d get beaten down or worse. It was a no-win situation.
I returned to my cell and waited for Hammond to bring news. He appeared at my door a couple of hours later wearing an expression I didn’t like.
“I tried, Grayson, I really did.”
“I didn’t request this move!”
“I believe you, but Ramsey doesn’t. He also doesn’t like Booker because he knows Booker’s history of having…homosexual relations with his cellies.”
“I don’t care about that. I’m consenting.”
Hammond held up a hand. “Don’t tell me that. Ramsey is sure you’re playing games. The move is gonna happen in a couple of days. Sorry, Grayson, wish I could help you.” He left my door with me standing there, devastated at this turn of events.
Not only had I been looking forward to Booker’s protection, I wasn’t dreading the sex. I actually wanted it now, though whether that was my brain trying to make sense of it all or my true desires, I wasn’t sure.
I sat down on the lower bunk where I’d moved since Hoosier died. I’d kept his mattress because it was thicker and softer than mine. Something poked into my shoulder, and I tried to rearrange, but no matter what I did, it was still there. Finally, I pulled up the sheet and saw there was an opening in the mattresses seam. I reached and grasped something hard and plastic wrapped in toilet paper.
After pulling it out, I unwrapped it and gasped. It was a container that had once contained mustard and now had half a dozen pills. I recognized them as Hoosier’s painkillers. He wasn’t allowed to keep them in his cell. Instead, nurses came to the cell twice a day and gave him the pills. He must’ve been cheeking the meds and saving them. For what purpose, I wasn’t sure. Maybe he knew I’d need them. Could they help me out of my current situation?
I came up with an idea, but I’d have to rely on a CO. I scribbled off a kite to Johan.
I need to talk to you ASAP. Let’s make a deal.
I put the kite in my door for the floor CO to pick up and prayed it would get to Johan in time. He was my only hope.
Johan showed up at my door early the next morning. So early I was still in bed and he had to bang on the door to wake me up. I threw the sheets back and shuffled to the window, not caring I was wearing only a pair of boxers and had morning wood. I stopped a foot away from the door and gave Johan a good show before stepping closer so we could talk.
“I’m in trouble, man,” I said. “They’re trying to cell me with Cracker instead of Booker.”
He frowned. “Not sure what I can do about that.”
“I might have some painkillers. And if those showed up in Cracker’s cell, he would get in trouble and get sent to DS and I wouldn’t have to worry about this move.”
“And what’s in it for me?”
I pulled my dick out of my shorts and waggled it at him. “A couple of shows. One right now?”
“Tempting, but I want something else.”
I cocked my head.
“If this works out so you and Booker can cell up, I want a show from both of you.”
“You want to see Booker fucking me?”
He licked his lips and nodded.
I was worried Booker wouldn’t like the deal, but I didn’t see another option. “Okay. That’s a deal.”
“Awesome.” He opened the food slot on the door and held out his hand. I gave him the pills, and he shut the flap. “It’ll happen today.”
Johan was true to his word, though it didn’t occur until that evening. Cracker’s cell wasn’t in my line of vision, so I don’t how Johan got it done, but I did watch Cracker get hauled out of the unit. I celebrated with a little dance, proud of myself for successfully navigating prison politics.
Two days later, I was relaxing in my cell when I heard the unit door open and went to the window. It was Booker, and he was heading in my direction. He didn’t look happy, and I didn’t learn why until they opened my door and he saw me.
“What the fuck?” He put a hand to his mouth. “They didn’t tell me who I was moving in with. I’d heard you were being celled up with Cracker and thought you were a goner.”
I smiled. “I pulled a few strings.”
We didn’t talk anymore until we were alone.
“Tell me how you did it.”
Still nervous about what his reaction would be, I told him about the arrangement I’d struck with Johan. Just like in the infirmary, his response was to break into a chortle.
“You just keep impressing me, Grayson.”
“So you don’t mind that I said Johan could watch us fuck?”
“Nah. Not like I haven’t made similar deals in the past.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. He playfully slapped my face. “Looks like I owe ya. Not sure who I would’ve ended up living with if you hadn’t taken care of things. It could’ve thrown a major wrench into my little business.”
“It wouldn’t have been good for me either,” I said. “Not sure what Cracker’s plans were, but I’m glad I don’t have to find out.”
About the Author
Ethan Stone doesn’t write your typical boy meets boy stories. With a combination of love and suspense he makes his characters work hard for their HEAs. If they can survive what he puts them through, then they can survive anything. He enjoys Romance with an Edge.
Ethan has been reading mysteries and thrillers since he was young. He’s had a thing for guys in uniform for just as long. That may have influenced the stories he writes.
He’s a native Oregonian with two kids. One of whom has made him a grandfather three times over; even though he is way too young.