Moments later, when the police arrived, their knocks went unanswered.
"Break it in," one of them said. Then, with a loud crash, the door swung open on its hinges. They weren't quite ready for the sight that greeted them. Sally's beaten body was on the bed, while on the floor her client lay with his skull bashed in.
One of the cops phoned the station. Giving them the address, he ordered an ambulance. While they waited, Sally came to.
Tears of relief welled up in her eyes when she saw the uniformed figures beside her bed. Putting his hand on her shoulder, one of them said, "Take it easy, it's all over now."
Minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and putting Sally and the man on stretchers, the police rushed them to the hospital. On her third day in the hospital, a man came into her room, introducing himself as the assistant district attorney.
"Miss Sally Nichols?" he asked.
Sally looked at him questioningly. "That's right," she answered.
"Miss Nichols," he continued, "I am sorry to have to do this, but I am placing you under arrest for assault with intent to commit murder. It seems that the man you hit over the head is pressing charges against you."
Sally stared at him with disbelief. "But but you can't do that," she said. "Did you see what he did to me? Did you see how he beat me after tying me to my bed, how he whipped me with his belt, how he punched me, and then when he… Oh, God…"
Sally burst into tears as the rest of the events of that evening reappeared in her mind. The assistant D.A. tried to comfort her but it was no use. He left the room quietly.
That afternoon, Sally was taken, to the prison ward at the hospital to await her trial on the following Monday.
The day of her trial came quickly. Her thoughts were blurred as she was led into the courtroom. Her lawyer had told her that the charges had been dropped to assault and that if the jury did find her guilty, it would only mean a maximum of six months to a year in jail.
"Thanks a lot," Sally said, "and what about that son-of-a-bitch who beat me, huh?"
Her question received no answer.
Because she was only a common whore, the jury found her guilty of the charge, thinking that at least there would be one less threat to the city's decency. The judge, helpless to do otherwise, sentenced her to one year in the county jail.
Sally's eyes were cold and hard as the police led her out of the courtroom. Two hours later she was in the women's section of the county jail.
At the booking station, she was stripped, searched and given a prison uniform to put on. Afterward, she was fingerprinted and had her picture taken as part of a permanent record.
That night, as Sally lay on her bunk, her cellmate said, "Hey, honey, when did you come in?"
Sally turned to look at her. "This afternoon."
"What did they get you for?"
Sally was becoming annoyed. This really wasn't any of her business. But what the hell.
"Assault. Some fucker beat me and I let him have it with a lamp."
The woman on the other side of the cell chuckled. "That's the way it is: a man's world. Oh well, at least we can have a little enjoyment in here."
Sally turned to look at the other woman and saw that she was taking off her clothes until, at last, she was lying naked on top of her bunk. Small moans came from her throat as she began to slowly finger her cunt.
Sally watched fascinated as the woman's ass ground against the mattress of her bunk. As she watched, Sally could begin to feel the heat of sexual desire permeating her loins, filling her cunt with juices of expectation.
She continued to watch the woman masturbate until she couldn't stand it any more. Sal had to be satisfied.
Without thinking about it, she ripped the clothes from her body until she, too, was naked on her bunk. One hand cupped and molded the soft flesh of her boobs while her other hand slowly trailed down her stomach until she touched the hairy patch of her pussy. She moaned softly as the tip of her index finger scraped across her erect, sensitive clitoris.
Suddenly, she felt her cellmate's soft body pressing against her. She was on the bunk with Sally. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, their tongues playing hot, wet games with each other.
Sally cupped the woman's soft buttocks in her hands and pressed her closer. They moaned together, their hot breath on each other's face.
"What's your name?" Sally gasped.
"Mona. What's yours?"
"I'm Sally. Glad to know you, Mona."
Sally could see her smile. "Same here, honey."
Sally felt Mona's hand reaching down her stomach to her cunt. Her legs opened wide, waiting to feel the fingers digging into her soft, slimy hole. At the same time, Sally managed to find Mona's twat and was busy finger-fucking her hole and pressing her erect clit with her thumb. Their cries of ecstasy filled the cell block and both were afraid that the guards would hear and come to investigate. As their orgasms exploded deep inside their bodies, both tried desperately to muffle their screams of pleasure.
The two of them spent most of the night pleasing each other in various ways. Finally, as morning came, Mona went back to her own bunk and fell asleep.
That day, Sally was introduced to the rest of the girls on the cell block who made her feel both welcome and comfortable. She learned that most of them were there for basically the same reason and that there wasn't one who had to serve longer than a year for her misdeeds.
There wasn't any real type of work program and the girls were left to their own devices during the day. The hardest part was the lack of men – consequently the lack of cock. By the time the evening came, Sally was dying to get into the sack with Mona but, as time went on, even that wasn't enough. She needed a man. She needed to be fucked by the biggest cock there was.
It didn't seem possible, but suddenly a year had gone by. It was her last day in jail and all the girls were wishing her well. The next morning she would be a free woman. That night, it was impossible for her to sleep. All she could think about was getting out. It was like waking up from a bad dream when seven o'clock the next morning finally came and the guards showed up to escort her from her cell back to the free life.
As she stood outside the building, she suddenly felt lost for a moment. She didn't know where, she could go. She didn't have any money and she was alone. Then suddenly the thought of her brother popped into her mind. Yes, she thought, her brother would surely help her until she got on her feet.
Rummaging through her purse, she managed to find enough change to cover the subway fare to her brother's apartment. As she rode the train, her thoughts were full of the new freedom she had. Even the dirty air of the city smelled good compared with the stale air of the jail.
Breathing deeply as she left the subway station, she began the four block walk to Sixty-first Street and the two-story brownstone building where her brother lived.