Chapter 1

"GET ON THE BUS HILTON," the guard shouted and then Paris felt a shove in the middle of the back compelling her to stagger forward on to the first step in the bus doorway. She had no choice now, it was real, all the plays had failed, she started to sob as it finally hit home in her dumb blonde skull that she was going to prison for 45 days. Her 'team' of minders and attorneys had assured her it would never come to this... appeals, petitions on the internet... approaches to Governor Arnie behind the scenes... even a casual offer of Paris blowing him;... all had failed... and she just couldn't understand how they had failed to buy her out of this fix.

"Hurry up bitch," the prisoner behind her growled. This wasn't happening Paris thought as she stumbled into the bus sniveling like a 5 year old spoilt brat. In Paris's case only the number of years had changed.

She fell into the first available seat & sobbed at the injustice of her sentence. Through tear filled eyes she looked out into the court house loading bay, searching for a friendly face to come rescue her and tell her it had all been resolved, and yes, she had to blow Arnie as payback. The idea of blowing the Governor seemed very attractive at the moment. The bus meshed its gears and started to move towards the gate, now even Arnie wasn't a possibility. The gates opened and hundreds surged towards the bus, flashes from cameras hurt her eyes and she cried some more, making the picture that would show on most of the world's tabloids the following day.

Just as soon as the journey started, it was suddenly ending as the shadow of the prison fence passed over the bus, the two hour journey lost to a numbed mind.

"Welcome to our Hilton, bitch!" one of prisoners spat out to the amusement of all on the bus.

A guard came in and dragged her sobbing off the bus when she failed to leave the bus with the others. She was last in the line to be processed and booked into her new home for the next 45 days.

The processing was a daze of shouting and things being thrust into her arms, but suddenly she was standing in the moist humid atmosphere of the showers with naked cons staring at her as she just stood there.

"Get showered Hilton and ready for inspection," a guard shouted.

Some of the other cons were leaving now as she slowly stripped, taking her time so that everyone else would be gone by the time she was naked. But no chance of that as a couple of butch looking cons took their time showering, awaiting the Princess of Self Publicity to show herself to them.

"Get naked and wet right now Hilton" the guard bellowed "or I'll beat you so hard."

Looking at the big black shithouse figure of the woman guard in absolute fear Paris stripped and got under the shower.

"Want some soap Paris?" one of the cons offered.

Surprised at the offer she replied "Yes," with no manners as to please or thank you.

"Here," the con said as her arm suddenly stabbed forward hitting Paris in her exposed mound and almost forcing the soap up her pussy, which was the now obvious intention of the con. Roars of laughter filled the shower as Paris screamed and dropped to the tiles in pain, to which she was rewarded with kicks in the ribs from the two butch cons as they finally left the shower.

"Have you lost your soap Hilton?" the guard screamed, "get to your feet and get dried; this isn't the fucking Bahamas!" The cons all roared again as they were herded out by the guards for the next stage of the processing.

"Get your white girl blonde candy ass over here!" the biggest, blackest Mama she had ever seen roared at her. Paris trembled and her bladder nearly let go in fear. This wasn't real; she would wake up soon she told herself; sucking down on Arnie's meat in his Governor's mansion was far more preferable than this, 'Please let this end' her mind screamed where in reality her worst nightmares were just going to be formed. That was Paris's problem... She just wasn't used to the reality of real life... She sincerely believed that America, and the world for that matter, revolved around her.

"Toe the line here, spread your feet wide and reach for the wall," Mama guard instructed.

Paris shuffled forward until her wet toes touched the white line on the floor and she stared at the painted wall in front of her.

"Spread those legs wide!" Mama instructed, "you're well practiced at that aren't you Hilton!"

The other guards laughed, each enjoying the show.

"I said reach for the wall bitch!" mama screamed and shoved her in the middle of the back and Paris flung her arms forward to save herself. "Toe the line" and mama kicked her shin hard to make her slide her feet back to the white line, leaving her hands fixed to the wall and her body at a fifty degree angle.

"Hilton are you smuggling contraband in for all your friends?" mama demanded.

Silence.

"Bitch I asked you a question; are you smuggling in contraband?"

Paris sobbed a quiet "No"

"Didn't they teach you to talk properly at the posh school you want to?" mama growled.

"No, I don't have any contraband," Paris confirmed.

"Any tabs of E wedged under those titties of yours Hilton?"

"NO," she declared forcefully.

"I don't believe you bitch," and with that a huge black hand reached under her arm and rubbed roughly across both breasts, grating across her nipples before lowering slightly to be dragged back across the gentle underslope of her breasts. Paris's mouth dropped open in horror, but fortunately she was too shocked to make any noise.