A Sequel to “Discipline and Control"….The New Prison Regime
Part One- The Reality Star
Chapter 1 -The Crimes of Lindsay Hilton and Angela Alexandros
I was sitting in a chair in one of the luxury rooms at the Noble Mount Riding Resort.
They had paid me a boat load of money to come up here in the mountains in the middle of nowhere to shoot an infomercial for them. As usual, Angela was working on my trademark long blonde hair, we were drinking mojito’s and the TV was on.
I had become one of America’s biggest reality TV stars on the MTV show called “LA Party Girls" two years ago, and had parlayed my success to become “famous"….but for what I don’t know. As Lindsay “Giant Hair" Hilton, I picked up commercials, other reality shows, private parties and all kind of other gigs, and made over 6.2 million dollars last year. I didn’t have any real talent but being very good at partying, but guys liked to look at me. I’m tall-5’10, 140 lb., with a killer body and a few tasteful tattoos in the right places.
The thing I’m most known for though is my hair. When not done up in one of the outlandish hairstyles Angela does for me, it’s LONG (past my waist). Angela is my best friend and personal hairdresser, and not bad looking herself. She is of Greek descent, and has beautiful long black Mediterranean hair between her shoulders and waist. We’ve been best friends since 10th grade, and she almost got selected for the first “LA Party Girls" too. Angela and my agent Rory are my two closest friends and the most important part of my life.
They were treating us pretty good at the “dude ranch". Some big money took it over, and they were really trying to make it into a high-end spa/riding resort. That’s why they hired me to plug it in a half hour program. I signed on to work here for a week on it. Today was the last day of shooting, and Angela and I had hooked up with a couple of cute cowboys. They weren’t allowed to drink on the premises since they worked here, so we agreed to meet them tonight in a bar in the closest town, which was 30 miles away. Angela was fixing me up for that….I had to look good, because you never knew where the paparazzi would find me.
As we drank our mojitos and watched TV, a show called “Lockdown" came on. It was about various prisons across the U.S. This episode was called “SPW-The Discipline and Control Concept", and was about this horrible women’s slammer in a state I didn’t catch. It was terrible! The inmates were totally restricted, had no privileges, worked at hard labor jobs all day and worst of all had their hair either cut super short, buzzed, or shaved completely bald! I couldn’t believe it!
“Thank God if we screw up in LA we won’t have to go there. Valley State Prison for Women is bad enough, but it’s nothing like this!" Angela said. We both had our brushes with the law in the past. I had two DUI’s and ended up doing 11 days in jail on the second. Angela’s problem was a little bigger. She likes to snort and smoke heroin (never shot it up though….she doesn’t like needles.) She got popped buying in a drug sting, but Rory got her a good lawyer who kept her out of prison and got her probation.
Angela was always my designated driver. She didn’t drink nearly as much as me, and didn’t hardly ever smoke or snort H around me. We got in my Mercedes 2-seater and drove to the bar, which took us almost half an hour.
When we got there our bronco busting buckaroos were waiting for us. Only one person in the bar other than them and Angela knew who I was. It was a refreshing change. For a Podunk cow-town dive in the middle of nowhere, they even served a very adequate mojito!
We drank and partied and closed down the bar. We agreed to follow cowboy toys back to a cabin they shared halfway between the bar and the ranch-resort. There was a problem though. Angela had broken the normal pattern, and smoked enough heroin to make her unable to drive. I was pretty drunk myself and had smoked some pot, but no worse off than the cowboys, so Angela fell into the passenger seat and I drove and followed the pick-up truck.
I was drunker than I thought, and when a cop started following us just when we left town, I panicked and tried to outrun them. I flew past the cowboys in the pick up truck, but after about a mile, I lost control and drove off the road and down a ditch about 10 feet deep!
The cowboys drove on, and the sheriff deputy came down to us. W weren’t hurt, but obviously drunk and high. He placed us both under arrest and handcuffed us, and when we got to the station, Angela was searched and they found two bags of heroin on her. I blew double over the legal limit on the breathalyzer. I called Rory and they let him pick me up and take me back to the ranch, but they held Angela in jail for the night.
Chapter Two- The Trial Lindsay Hilton and Angela Alexandros
On the way back to the ranch, Rory told me we were going to try to work this one out quickly. Being in the middle of the boondocks had its advantages I guess....the lack of paparazzi didn't hurt in this case!
As we drove into court for my 10:00 am arraignment, Rory assured me had already made calls and gotten things handled. I asked if he talked to Bobby.....Robert Shapiro handled my other cases in LA and was great. He said Bobby wasn't licensed in this state, but a woman named Amanda Muller from here was highly recommended. Rory said she already worked out a deal with the prosecutor. I would plead guilty to DUI and Willful Fleeing, and I would be sent to a 28 day rehab facility of my choosing. That was great, because I knew one nicer than any spa I'd ever been too. It would be a nice break.
Angela would plead guilty to Heroin Possession, and get a 2 year suspended sentence here, but they would report it to her parole officer in LA. Bobby could handle it for her from there. Things looked pretty good for both of us!
When we got to the courthouse, Rory introduced me to Amanda, then they went into a private conference room in the prosecutor's office with another woman who looked familiar to me from somewhere. The first thing Rory said to her was "Remember...photo ops twice a week minimum or no deal!" That was Rory.....always cutting deals and looking out for me! I went in the courtroom to sit and wait for them.
No one was in the courtroom except a deputy sheriff and Angela. She was sitting alone was in a holding cell in the back of the room in a day-glo orange jumpsuit, shackled in a waist chain attached to handcuffs and leg irons. I felt so bad for her. I went back to try to talk to her, but the sheriff snapped at me "Stay away from the prisoner unless you want to join her in there!" I went up front and took a seat.
Rory, and Amanda came in and sat at the defense table, and called me over to them to sit. Two prosecutors sat at the other table, and the deputy brought Angela up and sat her at our table too. Finally a bailiff came. in, followed by the judge. She was tall, well built and in her late 40’s or early 50’s. She looked like Candace Bergin when she played a judge on “Law and Order".
We all stood as the bailiff said “This session of Riverdale County Common Pleas Court is now in session. The Honorable Circuit Judge Margaret Mary Maximillian presiding". She hit the gavel and we all sat down.
The bailiff said “Case #11-1032, Lindsay Lynette Hilton, Felony Driving Wile Impaired, third offense, with Willful Fleeing and Case #11-1032, Angela Adonia Alexandros, Felony Heroin Possession with Prior Convictions will now be heard."
The judge said “I understand from the prosecutor that we have a guilty plea for both these cases with a recommendation from the prosecution worked out?" Both tables answered “yes". Then she looked at Angela and me and said, “You understand that by pleading guilty today, you forego any right to appeal, and I am not necessarily bound by the recommendation of the prosecution?"
I got a little nervous, but then Rory whispered to us “It’s OK. All good". We both replied “Yes ma’am" and entered guilty pleas when she asked us to plead. The prosecutor then recommended 28 days in rehab for me, and a 2 year suspended prison sentence for Angela, with a report of the finding sent to her parole officer, just like Rory had promised.
The judge said “Very well, then. The defendants will rise. Angela Adonia Alexandros, you are a repeat offender and obviously have not learned your lesson. Therefore, I am over ruling the prosecution’s recommendation and hereby sentence you to be confined at the State Penitentiary for Women for a period of two years at hard labor." The judge smacked her gavel and Angela screamed then started sobbing.
“In the matter of Lindsay Lynette Hilton" the judge went on “young lady, I understand you are in the national media entertainment spotlight, but that carries no weight in this court. To the contrary, you are indeed a role model, though a terrible one, to many other young women. This is your third DUI, aggravated with trying to outrun the sheriff this time. Past experiences with rehab and even a brief jail term did not alter your behavior. I’m going to guarantee you will alter it….at least for a while. The prosecution’s recommendation is over ruled!" I felt like I was literally about to shit in my undies!
She continued “Therefore, Lindsay Lynette Hilton, for your crimes, I hereby sentence you to be confined at the State Penitentiary for Women for a period of 18 months at hard labor. Said sentences for both defendants are to begin forthwith. Deputy, remove the prisoners!"
I managed not to shit myself, but wasn’t so lucky with my urine. My knees went weak and I fell to the floor.
I was in a daze as the stripped me, searched me, but me in an orange jumpsuit and put me in a cell with Angela. The female deputy said “Don’t get too comfortable…the SPW van will be here for you in 45 minutes!"
This was real! What had happened? Rory never let me down before? Angela and I both sat on our bunks in stunned disbelief for a while, and then we both started to cry.
Part 2 – The Lawyer
Chapter 1 – The Crime of Lily Katherine London
Lily London strode confidently up the steps of the court house. She was at the top of her profession, a criminal attorney specializing in human rights law and violations. She had earned a reputation of being very passionate on behalf of her clients, and had done very well by most of them.
She was frequently in the news for being an outspoken critic of SPW, the new women’s prison in the state. She had filed numerous complaints and lawsuits against them. She viewed the conditions of the prison as Draconian, particularly the strict discipline, which included hard labor work assignments, and radically short haircuts. She also had little use for the conservative politics of this western US state
She also looked damned good, and she knew it. At 5’4, her killer body filled a size 2 dress very nicely. She was always very smartly and professionally dressed in immaculately tailored ladies business suits. She always wore heels as well. One of her most striking features was her beautiful dark brown hair, which flowed to the middle of her back. It was her crowning glory, and fit perfectly with her brown eyes and tanned, almost olive looking complexion.
Even though she had been very happily married to her husband Taylor for three years, she wasn’t above occasionally flirting with a middle-aged prosecutor to cut a good deal for her clients.
Today, she was in front of Circuit Judge Margaret Mary “Maximum" Maximillian. She got her nickname from being very tough on defendants, usually giving them the maximum sentence or close to it. In this sprawling western state, with low population areas, judges usually handled three counties. Lily intensely disliked Maximum Maximillian. To her, the 48 year old powerful judge was the epitome of everything wrong with the judicial system.
Lily had a deal worked out for early release for Wendy Standing Elk, a native American 18 year old girl who 6 months earlier had pulled a high school prank on her senior chemistry teacher. Wendy had disassembled the teacher’s chair, causing it to collapse when he sat in it. The teacher broke his leg when he fell, and Maximillian made an example of Wendy, sentencing her to 1 year in SPW.
Prison had been hard on Wendy over the last six months, and Maximillian agreed to let her out six months early. Lily made the deal with the prosecutor and the Judge agreed. Wendy had been brought back from SPW, and was sitting nervously in the court holding cell when Lily came in. She looked at her shaved head and remembered how nice she had looked in her jet black hair! She always shuddered when she saw an SPW haircut on a woman…especially one of her clients! To her, shaving a female inmate’s head was the most basic of human rights violations!
The bailiff called the court to order by saying “This session of Terhune County Common Pleas Court is now in session. The Honorable Circuit Judge Margaret Mary Maximillian presiding. First case is a hearing on the Motion to grant early parole to Inmate Wendy Marie Standing Elk".
Judge Maximillian was quick and to the point. “I was prepared to grant inmate Standing Elk early parole until I read her prison disciplinary record. Two fights with other inmates with three punitive prison “strikes" on her record, and a transfer to the maximum security unit in the prison. Therefore, the defendant is denied parole and shall be returned to SPW to complete the full term of her original sentence. Remove the prisoner…this court is in recess.
Lily was livid with rage. Maximillian said nothing about Wendy’s behavior in prison when the deal was agreed upon. She went into the washroom to try to regain her composure as Wendy was led away in tears. That would turn out to be perhaps the worst mistake of Lily’s life.
Just as Lily was moistening a towel put on her neck, Maximum Maximillian walked into the washroom too. Lilly couldn’t hold her tongue. “What the hell happened to our deal, you sanctimonious bitch!" she screamed. The judge shot back with a few choice words, and after a few verbal volleys words turned to shoves. Before long the two professional and cultured women were punching and wrestling each other! The commotion caused two deputies to run in, but not before Lily, who was getting the better of her bigger opponent, had pushed the judge over to a commode and forced her head downward into the bowl! The judge was fighting for air when the deputies pulled Lilly off. She was immediately arrested, and the paramedics were called to examine the judge for injuries.
Lily was booked into the County Jail, and the next day a visiting judge denied her bail. Seems like judges stick together, and Lily would soon learn that the hard way.
Chapter 2 – The Trial of Lily Katherine London
Lily sat for six weeks in the Terhune County Jail. It was like Andy Griffith’s jail in Mayberry, but smaller. She got the best lawyer she knew in the state, Joe Aidella to defend her. He was good, but even Oliver Wendall Holmes wouldn’t be able to get her out of this unscathed, and she knew it. The charges were Felonious Assault and Attempted Murder, with the prosecution trying to say she attempted to drown Maximum Maximillian. She knew they could never prove it, but also knew she had screwed up royally and assaulted a sitting high court judge!
Joe had told her he didn’t see any way she could void doing some time. When the prosecution offered to drop the charge to Aggravated Assault if she pleaded guilty, they both decided to jump on it. The prosecution’s recommendation would be 90 days in the county jail, with full credit for time served. That meant she was halfway done with the sentence already. The maximum they could give her under the law was one year.
Judge Robert Walker would hear the case and pass sentence. He was known as very fair, and Lily felt pretty comfortable when the day came to hear the sentence. She was sitting at the defense table in her orange jail jumpsuit, and the gallery was full of people, including many of her colleagues, her mother, and her husband, who had visited her in jail every time they would let him.
When Judge Walker came in, the court was called to session. In a deep voice he stated “Ms. London, I understand you wish to plead guilty to the reduced charge of Aggravated Assault, with a sentencing recommendation of 90 days in the county jail.. Is that correct?"
“Yes your honor." Lily said. “Guilty."
The judge started speaking. “I am not sure it is in the best interest of justice to allow you to plead to a lesser charge. You committed a brutal attack against a pillar of the legal community. I am bound by the deal you reached with the prosecution, but not the sentencing recommendation. The defendant will rise."
“Lily Katherine London" he said sternly, “I hereby sentence you to the maximum term of confinement of 1 year, and impose a $5000 fine. In light of the seriousness of your offense, said confinement shall be served at hard labor in the State Penitentiary for Women. Said sentence to begin forthwith. Remove the prisoner!"
Some of her colleagues and her mom cried, and Taylor just shook his head in disbelief. Lily glared icily at the judge, and determined right then and there she was going to do her time the right way. Take no shit and never let them break you, as some of her clients had told her when she visited them at SPW.
She was taken back to her cell at the jail to await the prison van for transport to SPW.
Chapter One-The Ride To SPW
Angela and I sat in our cell waiting for the van from SPW to pick us up. There was only one deputy watching us. I let him feel my titties through the bars in exchange for two cigarettes. He was young and cute, and I probably would have let him do it anyway, but the smokes were nice. As soon as Angela and I finished them, the van arrived.
We were both shackled with a chain attached around our waist to which handcuffs were fastened, and another chain ran from the waist chain down to the shackles on our legs. It was tight and none too comfortable. We were loaded onto the bench seats in the back of the van.
We rode along bumpy roads for what seemed like several hours, then made a stop. The driver opened the back door of the transport van, and it looked like a party was going on in the sally port we were in.
There was a petite, hot woman with beautiful long dark brown hair wearing a jail jumpsuit just like ours. She was chained just like me and Angela, but her wrists were not cuffed, and she was smoking a cigarette and drinking what I later learned was a high-end Brandy and Coke! Lots of professional people were hugging her and saying things like “a year isn’t that long…stay strong." A man said “They only suspended your law license for a year…you can pick right up as soon as you get out". I wish Angela and I had gotten a sendoff like that from the Riverdale County Jail!
Then the deputy said “Sorry Lily…it’s time." She put down her drink and snubbed out her cigarette, the deputy fastened the handcuffs attached to the waist to her wrists. A guy came up, gave her a final kiss and hug, and ran his fingers through her hair. “At least the next time I see my wife, she’ll have a sexy haircut." he said.
I saw fire in Lily’s eyes, as she pulled away quickly. “Oh, so this is a big joke. I’m going to do a year of hard prison time, where they treat me like a piece of property, and all my husband can think about is them destroying my femininity with a buzz cut? What a perv! Don’t bother to visit me inside Taylor…I think I need a year to re-evaluate our relationship.!"
“C’mon baby, I was just joking! I’m coming to see you whether you like it or not." Taylor said as the deputy helped her into the van, and shut the door. She recognized me right away, and we started talking.
Over the next several hours we talked. I learned she was a human rights attorney who had dunked a judge’s head in the toilet! Pretty cool….I felt like doing that myself! She had a slight British accent, and I learned she was raised born in New York but went to boarding school in London and returned to America for college and law school. She had one other arrest….for contempt of court and did 2 weeks in a federal lock-up in LA, but had been in jail here in Podunkville since her arrest six weeks ago.
Angela and I also learned all about SPW and what we were in for. The discipline, hard labor and haircuts would really suck! Then it hit me….SPW was the same prison we saw the TV show about in our suite at the ranch, and that woman in court Rory was talking to about photo ops was the Warden from the show! That bastard had sold me and Angela out, big time!
I felt an almost immediate bond with Lily, and when she told me her middle name was Katherine, I asked her if I could call her Lily Kate. She said only if I had a special name she could call me, so I told her Lin Girl….a name my best friend growing up called me. Angela seemed a little jealous the way I was connecting with Lily Kate.
Like us, Lily Kate felt she had been railroaded, and didn’t belong in SPW. She told us how the warden would probably make an example of her for filing so many complaints against the prison, but she wasn’t going to take it lying down! Then she told us something I’ll never forget….. “Get though this shit! It’s not forever. I’m going to do this little year, and come back against them harder than ever, until they have to change completely or close down. NEVER let these bitches break you down or break your spirit….that’s what they want, then they win! Take inside one day at a time, and just focus on you’re going to do when you hit the bricks!" I had to admit that she was one tough, inspirational woman.
Just then, the van stopped, and we could hear a big gate open. The van drove a little more, then stopped. We had arrived at SPW….and Angela and I were scared shitless!
Chapter Two- Intake and Classification
The three of us were led into the reception area, and it was the same jail-type intake. With me pushing 6 foot and Lily at 5’2, we looked like a Mutt and Jeff duo I was sure. We were strip searched, a nasty de-lousing substance was sprayed on us and we were made to take a shower. I knew Lily was straight, because she told us in the van she was and I saw her husband. I was definitely bi, and to be honest I think I enjoyed women more. I had to admit I was turned on seeing Lily naked in the shower, but I knew nothing could come of it in here, if that TV show about SPW was accurate.
They made us put on blue uniforms that looked a little like old hospital scrubs, but they had a white stripe down the side of the trousers and stenciled on the back in big letters was “Pre-Classified Inmate". A big black number was stenciled over the left breast area….mine was “#872688, and I didn’t realize how much that number would come to mean to me over the next 18 months.
They locked us each in one of the tiny solitary cells for the night that I had seen on TV. I tried to stay strong like Lily told me to, but I admit I was very scared, and ended up crying most of the night.
The next morning all three of us were brought into the warden’s office. Lily was cocky and said “Warden Kelly, Assistant Warden Ambrose. I wish I could say it’s nice to see you."
“Shut up convict!" the one she called Ambrose snapped. “You three stand at attention when in our presence!"
Warden Kelly wasted no time, and ordered Angela to take one step forward. “I see by your background you are a well-known hairdresser. That’s a usable skill in here, and perhaps we can put it to work for the good of the prison if you keep you nose clean. Inmate #872687, Alexandros, A, for conviction of a non-violent drug offense and parole violation, I access you 1 strike. You are hereby classified as close security status. Your work assignment shall be food prep in the kitchen for 10 hours per day, and you shall be housed in “D" dorm In six months you classification status will be reviewed, at which time you may be considered for medium security and assignment to the prison barber shop." Lily whispered to me “She got off easy. We won’t be so lucky!"
Then she ordered me to step forward. My knees were shaking, but I did it. “Well, young lady, you might be a celebrity on the outside, but you’re NOTHING in here! Inmate #87688, Hilton, L, for conviction of DUI, Third Offense and Willfully Fleeing a Police Officer, I access you 2 ½ strikes. You are hereby classified as close security status. Your work assignment shall be hard labor on the prison road/construction crew, for a 12-hour period each day, and you shall be housed in “X dorm", the most restrictive housing here short of maximum security. Said classification and assignment shall be for a minimum of one full year….but probably for you full sentence." As I stepped backward into line, I heard Lily whisper “pretty stiff!"
Finally the Warden said “Inmate London…step forward" . Lily just glared at her and stepped up. “Inmate London….I know we have had our differences in the past, and as you just saw, I treated Inmate Hilton no differently than any other inmate due to her celebrity. You too will be treated as any other inmate. Your skills as an attorney serve absolutely no purpose in here, therefore, you will be classified to a hard labor level one work assignment in accordance with your violent offense. Inmate #872669, London, L, you have been convicted of Aggravated Assault on a Judicial Officer. I access you 2 ½ strikes, and you are hereby classified as close security status . Your work assignment shall be hard labor on the prison road/construction crew, for a 12-hour period each day, and you shall be housed in “X dorm", the most restrictive housing here short of maximum security . Said classification and assignment shall be for a minimum of one full year."
“Inmates, none of your sentences is particularly long right now, but remember, committing additional crimes while incarcerated carries mandatory increased prison time. Accept your punishment obey the rules, work hard and you’ll survive this and move on with your lives. But play it tough, and I’ll show you what tough is!" the warden said. “Shelly, take them back to solitary until 7 pm, at which time they shall be brought before the assembled inmates and receive their punitive haircuts."
As Ambrose led us to solitary, Lily whispered. “If these skanks think I’m just going to meekly let them buzz my head tonight, they have another thing coming!"
Chapter 3- The Prison “Hair Salon"
I sat nervously in the cell for several hours. I couldn’t hear much except the constant churning of elliptical machines the other inmates were pumping to generate electricity. I was worried about the construction crew enough, but it couldn’t be as bad as slaving away all day on an elliptical!
Then Ambrose came and got me. She already had gotten Angela and Lily, who were following her. Ambrose kept taunting us saying things like “I’m really going to teach you bitches….especially Hilton and London…. a lesson in here!
As Ambrose led us into the prison yard, the first thing I saw as a large stage, with the warden and two guards standing on it. In the middle was a big wooden chair that looked like an electric chair you saw in the old movies. It had straps on it to hold your ankles, wrists and waist, and there was a yoke that held your neck that looked like a pilgrim’s pillory or something! Above it, hanging from a spring electrical cord, were giant hair clippers. Lily whispered to me “It’s their newest thing….sheep shears!"
I looked out over the assembled inmates. There were about 500. About a third of them had short, bobbed haircuts, with their hair growing no longer than their chins. They wore black and white horizontally broad-striped prison dresses. The rest were shaved bald, with just a little stubble you could see on the heads of the girls with darker hair! They wore the same uniform, but with orange and white stripes. That was apparently the look all three of us were going to get!
Then, about 50 inmates in full chains, red jumpsuits and totally bald heads were led into the assembly. These were apparently the maximum security inmates. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Angela was ordered to step up first. She was ordered to remove her blue uniform, and had to stand in front of everyone stone naked!
The warden read her number, name, crimes and sentence, then the two other guards grabbed her by her arms and pushed her into the chair. They fastened her in, and ordered her to try to move. She couldn’t.
One of them stepped behind her, gathered as much of her beautiful dark hair as she could and put in a pig tail. She then unceremoniously cut it off with the shears, and put it in a plastic bag.
“The Wigs For Kids Program appreciates your totally involuntarily donation, Inmate Alexandros!" the warden said. Lily whispered to me “That’s something else I’m suing them over, Lin Girl."
Then the guard took the scissor and cut Angela hair away as close to her scalp as she could. Angela looked none too happy, but shifted her eyes to me and forced a smile.
The silence was then broken by one of the nastiest sounds I ever heard. The sheep shears were turned on, and they were LOUD!!! They sounded like a dentist drill on meth and steroids!
The deafening noise continued. I saw the guard put an attachment on the clippers that had “One Strike" printed in yellow letters on the side of it. She buzzed the clippers hard, back and forth over Angela’s scalp. When she was done, what had to be less than ¼ inch of hair was left on Angela’s head! How Lily Kate’s husband…..or anybody for that matter…could think that was a sexy haircut was beyond me!
Angela was unfastened from the chair, and she sheepishly put her granny scants and sports bra on the prison provided (that had her prison number stenciled on them of course) and then put on her prison uniform. A guard escorted her to the area where all of the rest of the inmates assigned to “D" Dorm were standing.
I shuddered when the warden called me next. I walked up to the table and was ordered to strip. I had NEVER been shy about showing off my body….that was for sure. But I felt totally humiliated now.
The warden read my number, name, crimes and sentence, then the two other guards grabbed me and shoved me into her into the chair before I knew what was happening. They had me fastened in securely in no time, with that damned pillory thing around my neck! I tried to struggle, but was totally immobilized.
Then the Warden said “This lowly inmate is some kind of semi-celebrity on the outside. The “Wigs For Kids" program has opted to auction off her hair on e-bay, and has kindly sent a camera crew to memorialize the occasion and give a copy of the images to the winning bidder! Deputy Warden Ambrose will do the honors."
The nasty bitch they called Ambrose stepped up and grabbed my hair then pulled it hard, before twisting into a long ponytail. She took out a tape, measured it and said “42" long!" Then she picked up the shears, and with one snip, cut it off! I saw the cameraman smiling as he filmed.
Then I heard the shears snapping and clipping away, and watched the remnants of the hair that mad me famous fall past my eyes and to the floor.
Then I heard Ambrose say “2 ½ strikes on you, convict. No clipper attachment for you, glamour girl!" Then I heard that unmistakable “BBBBBUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZ" sound the sheep shears/electric clippers made, and I could feel that cold steel moving hard and fast against my scalp. It seemed like it took forever, but I knew it was probably less than a minute. When she was done, Ambrose held up a mirror, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t see more than the shortest of stubble on my head! I had ALWAYS prided myself on my beauty, and now it was gone! To make matters worse, without my hair, my head a misshapen form that made me look ridiculous!
They unfastened me, and I put on the underwear, bra and striped prison dress they gave me…..any modesty or embarrassment I felt was long gone now. I was taken back to where the “X-dorm" girls were standing at attention, and watched for what they had in store for Lily Kate.
Lily Kate had a scowl on her face as Kelly repeated her sentence . “Inmate #872669, London, L, you have been convicted of Aggravated Assault on a Judicial Officer. I access you 2 ½ strikes, and you are hereby classified as close security status. Your work assignment shall be hard labor on the prison road/construction crew, for a 12-hour period each day, and you shall be housed in “X" dorm. Guard, proceed with restraining her and performing her disciplinary haircut!"
As the guards grabbed her, Lily Kate pushed one off the edge of the stage and punched the other one several times in the head before a slew of other guards restrained her. Lily yelled “You bitches will rue the day you tried to fuck with Lily London.! I am personally going to see every one of you locked up in this very hellhole!"
The other inmates were getting behind her, and started chanting in unison “Lil-Lee, Lil-Lee". Then a guard took out a stun gun and tasered Lily until her body was convulsing uncontrollably from the voltage coursing through her body. Every guard in the yard pulled out their tasers too, and threatened to jolt anyone that didn’t shut up and stand at attention.
Within a minute, they had Lily Kate completely restrained in the chair, and I could see she was pulling against the restraints with everything her body could muster. I knew from very recent experience it was absolutely no use. An inmate behind me, who I later learned was Pilar Ortiz, whispered “That feisty little Gringa is going to feel Ambrose’s big black razor strap across her ass!" Tears ran down my cheek when I heard that.
A flustered Warden Kelly stepped up and said “This changes things considerably! Inmate London, a judge will come here this week and I guarantee you he will sentence you to the maximum for simple assault on a guard….six months consecutive incarceration to your year. I order that you serve that 6 months in maximum security, to begin immediately! Lily Kate screamed some choice expletives back to her, and Ambrose quickly slapped a piece of duct tape across her mouth. Kelly just nodded at Ambrose, and the haircutting procedure began.
Ambrose gathered Lily Kate’s long dark hair into a long tail, put a rubber band at each end and snipped it off. I could see Lily’s eyes flash with anger as Ambrose snipped of the rest of her hair with the shears. Then that infernal buzz of the clippers started. I knew just how she felt from extremely recent experience…she could feel the cold steel of the shears on her scalp as a long lock of hair feel past her eyes….believe me, it was an unimaginably bad feeling! Soon all that remained was just the dark stubble of Lily’s beautiful hair.
Then it was time for her maximum security head shaving. Ambrose took a cut throat-type straight razor out, then stropped it several times against the massive black leather strap hanging from the chair. Ambrose then rubbed the strap against Lily’s cheek and whispered something to her. Pilar whispered to me “Ambrose is telling her how she’s going to whip her ass. They try to keep it hush-hush in here, but it sure as hell happened to me when I tried to escape. Your friend Lily is in for it!"
Ambrose then rubbed hot lather all over Lily’s head, and I could tell it burned her. Taking her time, Ambrose then ran the razor over every inch of her scalp. She then poured a bucket of cold water over Lily’s head. Under the bright overhead lights, rays actually deflected off Lily Kate’s newly shaved “dome" and into the audience.
Lily was unrestrained from the chair, but was immediately placed in a red and white stripped jumpsuit with no underwear or bra. The Warden ripped the duct tape off of her mouth, and Lily immediately started cursing her right where she left off. All the other inmates were impressed as much as I was, and started the “Lil-lee" chant all over! Her mouth was quickly taped again, and full transport chains were put on her. She was taken to the group of maximum security inmates, and we were all escorted by guards back to our respective dorms.
Chapter 4-Doing My Time
SPW was every bit as bad as I thought it would be! The food was terrible and totally bland, but simple and nutritious. The worst was the work detail. They had a group of three of us…..Bett Johansson, Pilar Ortiz and me chained at the ankle, and always had us doing back-breaking menial labor. Everyday, somewhere on the prison grounds, we would be moving concrete blocks, digging ditches or some other demeaning task. And at least twice a week, a cameraman would mysteriously appear and take pictures of me. I soon found out those photos always made it into the tabloids.
I was always exhausted by days end, I had to admit, the work combined with the morning calisthenics detail and the simple, wholesome food had me in by far the best physical shape in my life. The expensive personal trainer I hired on free-side had nothing on SPW as it pertained to getting people in shape. But what a price we paid!
The only time I ever saw Angela was when we had evening assemblies to see new inmates get their haircuts. It was almost like we were in two different worlds. Being chained to Pilar and Bett 12 hours a day, I got close to them. They were a couple, but, other than longingly staring into each others eyes, couldn’t show it in this shithole. Bett was set to be released in 5 months, and she was going to move in with her old high school boyfriend. She said he loved her prison buzz-cut. It was beyond my understanding, but “to each their own" I guess.
What I really couldn’t understand was Pilar was set to get out in 11 months, and she planned on living with Bett and her boyfriend. I’ve always been sexually liberal, but I don’t think even I could go that far!
I really lusted for Lily Kate. The only time I saw her was when I caught a brief glimpse of her on the roving monitors in the maximum security unit. She was always pumping away on the elliptical machine with the most pissed-off (and downright hot, to me) expression on her face! The sweat pouring off of her totally bald head made me even hotter. She always had the middle finger of each hand extended as she gripped the elliptical bar. She certainly didn’t look like her spirit had been broken like the rest of the girls in max, and she was an inspiration to all of us!
All the pictures of me in the tabloids was keeping my name in the public view….I guess it’s true there was no such thing as bad publicity. I got lots of “fan mail", and actually answered a few of the non-perverted ones when I could. Rory was still setting deals up for me and having money coming in, but I was going to fire that bastard as soon as I did my time!
Every week one of the screws in our dorm gave us our buzz-cuts. As often as it happened, I never got used to those cold steel clipper blades chaffing my scalp. And, occasionally I could see Lily Kate on the monitor getting her head shaved! It was horrible, but she could really pull off the look!
Epilogue- Six Months Later
I can’t describe how slowly time moves in here…you’d have to experience it, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone (well, maybe Rory!)
Angela was given the job as prison barber for the inmates with one or no strikes, and she did the best she could with what she had to work with. The girl was a genius when it came to hair.
The day came for Bett to hit the bricks, and it was bitter-sweet. I was happy for her to be sure, but sad because I wouldn’t see her again, at least until I got out myself. Pilar and I were working near the parking lot when she walked through the gate. Her boyfriend was waiting, and immediately they kissed passionately. But he started running both hands over her buzz-cut head, rubbing it like it was her titties or something! After a few minutes they stopped. Bett got a cigarette from her boyfriend, lit it, and flipped the bird in the direction of the warden’s office. They then got into a waiting limo. What a great way to leave this hellhole!
Lily Kate got out of max the next day, and was assigned with us to X-dorm. The vacancy was there in our work crew due to Bett leaving, so she was assigned with me and Pilar! She managed to stay out of too much trouble, but was able to do just enough to piss off the screws! We worked hard every day, talked at night, and became closer and closer.
Ambrose had kept her promise to Lily Kate…..she had beaten her behind with that razor strap once a month while she was in max. Her poor butt was still covered in welts and nasty black and blue marks. Ms. Spivey, perhaps the only cool C.O. in this place, gave me some Aloe/First Aid cream for Lily’s bruised backside, and let me rub it on her swollen ass cheeks right after we dried off after our showers. It was horrible what Ambrose did to Lily Kate, but me touching her like that REALLY turned me on!
The constant succession of calisthenics, grueling work, shitty food, brutal, senseless haircuts, isolation and deprivation dragged on daily. What will happen over the next year to us in here remains to be seen.
Both doing 18 month bits, Lily and I are set to be released on the same day. We haven’t decided what the future for us will be yet. Her husband still visits, though she says it “creeps her out" that he can’t quit staring at her buzz-cut head! She doesn’t write to him or anybody….she spends our allotted writing time working on lawsuits to file against SPW and various staff members when we get out. I know I want her to be in my life somehow. I would trust her as my personal attorney/manager/agent, or I think I would be happy just working as her legal secretary. Time will tell.
One thing is for certain though. I share a special bond with Lily Kate, Angela, Pilar and Bett that will NEVER be broken. I will always stay in touch with them. And I know something else….none of us will EVER forget what happened to us in SPW, or forgive the state for what they did to us!
And a warning to “party girls" like me out there…..unless you want your life ruined and your hair gone, stay the hell out of this state!
TO BE CONTINUED?
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