OLD FRIENDS - Part One & Two, by Joe Doe

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"Hey, you look familiar," I said, spinning around in the crowded coffee shop. "Good to see you again, Annie!"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my god, is that you, Stevie?" She stepped closer, and before I knew it, I was engulfed in a warm embrace. The scent of her expensive perfume filled my nostrils, a stark contrast to the stale aroma of the county jail where I spent my days. "It's been ages!" she exclaimed.

As we sat down, I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity about her life. "So, what brings you back to town?" I asked, sipping my coffee.

Annie leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The tech company i started is opening a new branch here. More money than I know what to do with after the IPO. It's been crazy, but in a good way," she said, her voice a blend of pride and exhaustion. "It's been non-stop since college, but totally worth it."

"Wow, that's incredible!" I replied, trying not to let the jealousy show in my voice. "More money than I know what to do with isn't a problem for me."

"So where are you working now? Are you still in the military?" she asked.

I chuckled, "Nope, I'm at the county jail."

Annie's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?" she asked. "What do you do there?"

I took a deep breath, bracing for a judgmental look. "I'm the supervising matron," I said with a slight smile.

Annie's eyes widened even further, and she let out a low whistle. "Wow, that's... intense," she said, looking genuinely impressed. "What's it like?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It has its moments. But let's just say it's not the most glamorous job in the world. Not like being a millionaire tech executive."

Her gaze was intense, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. "But, like, do you get to boss around the female inmates?" she asked with a mischievous smile. "You were always bossy in school... and with me."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Some things never change," I said. "But yeah, I'm in charge of them. It's not all fun and games, though. There's a lot of responsibility."

Annie leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. "Come on, tell me something juicy," she urged. "I bet you've got some stories."

I leaned back in my chair, contemplating what I could share without crossing any lines. "Well, let's just say it's an interesting dynamic," I began. "Some of the girls are tough as nails, others are just lost souls looking for guidance. And then there are the ones who, I guess you could say, enjoy the attention."

Annie's eyes lit up. "You mean, like, they hit on you?" she asked with a smirk.

"It's more complicated than that," I replied, a hint of amusement in my voice. "But yeah, some of them definitely know how to flirt."

"I bet you get some action in there," Annie said, her tone playful but with a touch of seriousness. "Do you ever... you know?"

Her question hung in the air, and I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks. It was true; the power dynamics at the jail were complex, and I had indulged in a few... indiscretions over the years. But this was Annie, my childhood friend. "What are you trying to say?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her grin widened. "I'm just saying, you're a beautiful woman and you're in a position of power. I'd be surprised if you didn't... take advantage of the situation. Do you ever watch the girls shower?" she said, smirking.

I felt my cheeks burn, but I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me. "It's part of the job," I said with a shrug, trying to play it cool. "But sometimes, yes, it can be... enjoyable."

"I remember changing gym classes because I didn't want to shower in front of you," she confessed. "I mean, I said it was because AP Calculus was too hard, but the truth is, you were looking at me like I was on the menu. You cost me 3 college credit hours," she said, laughing.

"Aww, did I make little Annie go all shy?" I teased. "Nothing wrong with looking at perfection."

Annie's cheeks flushed a little, and she took a sip of her drink. "You always knew how to make me blush, Stevie," she said with a smile. "But seriously, tell me about the job. What's the wildest thing you've ever seen or had to do?"

I thought for a moment, deciding how much I wanted to share with her. "Well, there are rules," I began. "But sometimes, you know, you have to bend them."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?" she asked, leaning in even closer.

I leaned back, sipping my coffee casually. "You know, cavity searches," I said, watching her reaction. "Some of the girls try to smuggle in all sorts of things. It's pretty standard stuff, really."

Annie's eyes went wide. "You do that?" she whispered, a mix of shock and fascination.

"Only when necessary," I said with a wink. "But let's just say, I've seen my fair share of... contraband."

Annie's gaze was unblinking. "And, do you, like, enjoy it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, not the contraband, but putting your hand up there?" she said, blushing.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her naivety. "It's a job, Annie. But sure, I enjoy the power trip, especially with the cute ones. It's like, they're all tough on the outside, but when you get up close and personal, you see the vulnerability. And that's when you know you've got them."

Her eyes searched mine, a hint of arousal flickering in their depths. "Do you, like, get turned on by it?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

I took a moment, weighing my response. "Sometimes," I admitted, "It's hard not to. But it's all professional. Nothing wrong with enjoying your work, right?"

Annie's pupils dilated slightly, and she leaned back in her chair, clearly intrigued. "So, you're like, the queen of the jail," she said with a hint of admiration. "All that power.... that control. It must be a rush for you."

"Not like the power of being a millionaire executive" I countered.

Annie laughed, her eyes still fixed on mine. "But you get to be in control of something so... intimate. That's power in a whole different way, isn't it? I mean, I'm not even into girls, but the thought of that sort of power... it's a real turn on."

Her confession hung in the air, thick with the unspoken tension of our shared past. Our friendship had been innocent, but we both knew that there had always been an underlying attraction. Her words sent a thrill down my spine, and I could feel the heat between us growing.

"Yeah," I said, my voice low and measured. "It's a unique kind of power. And the trust... or lack thereof. It's a dance. The Sheriff's a real hard ass, so he puts female inmates to work on the chain gang."

Annie's eyes widened. "The chain gang? That's still a thing?"

"Oh, it's very much a thing," I said with a nod. "But it's not just about spreading tar and carrying boxes. We've got community service projects, cleaning up the roads, that sort of thing. And let me tell you, nothing gets the blood pumping like watching a line of handcuffed, sweaty women bending over to pick up trash."

Annie's eyes gleamed, and she bit her bottom lip. "So, you're basically the Sheriff's right hand?"

I smiled. "In more ways than one. I handle the strappings, too," I said, dropping my voice so nobody around us could hear.

Annie's eyes went wide. "The what?"

"Corporal punishment. The strap. Right on their bare bottoms. Of course it's off the books, and I have to make sure we pick inmates who can't complain, lest they get a bigger sentence. The Sheriff and his pals love to see me warm up some cute girl's butt."

Annie's mouth formed a perfect 'O' of surprise, but she quickly recovered. "That's... amazing," she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine. "Does it hurt much?"

"Wouldn't be much point if it didn't," I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "But they learn their lesson. And the sight of a cute, red bottom is always a nice bonus."

Annie was astonished, but I could tell she was turned on. "I wonder what it would be like to be... locked up in a place like that. Totally under someone else's control. I mean, I'm used to giving orders, but taking orders, that way... it would be kind of hot."

Her words sent a thrill through me. I'd never seen this side of Annie before, but the thought of her in that position was too tempting to ignore. "It's not all fun and games," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "But yeah, if you like power games, prison is the ultimate turn on."

"What are the girls in for?" she asked. "Would I be surrounded by murderers, or what?"

I noticed that Annie was already imagining herself inside the jail, a thought that made me smile. "Most of the crimes aren't that serious, and most of the girls are only in for a few days."

"What sort of crime would I have to commit?" she asked, once again projecting herself into her fantasy.

"It's a small town," I said with a smirk. "Could be anything from DUI to shoplifting. Driving without a license is a good one. You'd be there until someone shows up with your ID."

Annie's eyes took on a glazed look, as if she was already picturing herself in orange overalls. "What happens when they're new?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. "I mean, the... intake process?"

I took another sip of my coffee, enjoying the way she was hanging onto my every word. "Well, there's the usual paperwork, the mugshot, and then the strip search," I said matter-of-factly. "They have to be clean before they're admitted."

Annie's breath hitched. "So, you're telling me, if I got locked up, you'd be the one to...?"

I laughed. "Maybe. I do the cute ones," I said, giving her a wink. "Then you'd be showered, and deloused, and given your uniform. Standard stuff."

"Deloused? Really?"

Her voice was a mix of excitement and horror, and I couldn't resist teasing her further. "Hey, you've got to be thorough," I said with a shrug. "Can't have any crotch critters in my jail."

Annie's cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, and she took a deep breath. "If I were in your jail... as a prisoner, I mean... you wouldn't... um... I mean spray me... down there?" she said. She was beautiful when she blushed.

I leaned in closer, my voice low and intimate. "Annie, if you were my prisoner, I'd make sure you were thoroughly clean," I said, the double meaning clear in my tone. "But that's just part of the job. We have to be thorough, especially with new inmates. But you're a law abiding citizen, right? Nothing to worry about with you. "

Her eyes searched mine, the excitement in them unmistakable. "But, what if... I wanted to see it?" she whispered. "I mean, from the other side."

The suggestion was bold, but not entirely unexpected. I leaned back, feigning surprise. "You want to see the inside of my jail?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you want to do that?"

Annie took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. "I don't know, it's just... a fantasy," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The thought of being powerless, of being at someone else's mercy... it's just so... exciting."

I couldn't help but feel a thrill at her admission. "Well, if you're ever in trouble, I'll make sure you're taken care of," I said with a smirk. "But you'd never end up in my jail. I'm sure you have an army of lawyers who would make sure of that."

Annie laughed nervously, glancing at her watch. "I should go," she said. "I've got a meeting in 20 minutes. But we'll have to catch up again soon."

I nodded, trying to keep the disappointment from showing on my face. "Definitely," I said, standing up with her. "It's been too long."

As she rushed out the door, I couldn't help but wonder if our paths would ever truly cross again. The thought of never seeing her filled me with a strange sadness, one that I hadn't felt since we lost touch all those years ago. But life had a funny way of working out, and I knew better than to hold onto something that might not be meant to be.

A week later, I was deep in the throes of my usual jailhouse routine when the intercom buzzed in my office. "Stevie, there's a lawyer here to see you," the guard's voice crackled over the speaker.

My antenna shot up. Visitors for me were few and far between, especially ones dressed in a tailored suit and tie. A lawyer was never good news. Was someone filing charges? He introduced himself as Marcus, and smiled warmly. "I'm representing Annie's company," he assured me. "She asked me to give you this," he said, passing over a small envelope.

I took the envelope with a flicker of confusion. "What's this?" I asked, flipping it over in my hands.

"You'll have to open it to find out," he said. "She didn't tell me." Taking his briefcase, Marcus left.

I opened the envelope, sliding out a neatly folded note and a leather wallet. The smell of leather filled my office, and my hands trembled as I unfolded the note. It was short and to the point. 'Take this and enjoy a shopping spree on me. - Annie'. Inside the wallet was her driver's license, a few credit cards, and a wad of cash. A crisp $5,000. I wasn't sure what it meant, and wondered if she was okay. I wanted to call her, but didn't have her cellphone after all these years.

The day dragged on, the usual parade of inmates coming and going, the mundane tasks of counting heads and serving meals, but my mind kept wandering back to Annie. Was she really okay? Did she really just leave her wallet with me as a gift? Or was there something more to it? I was baffled, and vowed to investigate as soon as my shift ended.

Then, just as I was about to clock out, the riddle was solved. The doors to the unloading area buzzed open and in walked two new fish, one of them being Domino, a streetwise hooker that had been in and out of the system more times than I could count. The other was a face that didn't belong here, yet somehow, it did. Annie, my old school friend, now a millionaire tech mogul, looked around the cement cell with wide, terrified eyes. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, her ankles shackled together.

She was dressed in a short denim skirt and a midriff-baring T-shirt with the words "Fuck the patriarchy" scrawled across it in bold, red letters. The irony wasn't lost on me. With our sexist Sheriff, that shirt alone could get her a night in the clink.

It was an odd fashion choice for a corporate executive, not that I had seen her in years. I had known Annie for years, and she was the penultimate "good girl." I had never seen her dress in anything sexy, and always wore a 1 piece to the beach. Why was the girl who was so shy in gym class wearing a t-shirt that said "Fuck?"

Waking quickly out to the lot, I caught up with Deputy Paulson, who was eating a doughnut.

"What's the deal with the new inmate?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

Deputy Paulson looked at me quizzically. "The hot one in the skirt?"

"Yes," I said, trying not to let my concern show. "What's she in for?"

Paulson shrugged. "Dunno, but she said it's all a big misunderstanding."

"What'd she do?" I pressed, my voice tight with concern.

Paulson shrugged, his mouth full of donut. "I was having my donut over at General Lee's minding my own. She comes in and claims her car broke down, so she asked me to help out," he said, wiping the sugar from his mouth with the back of his hand. "I pointed to my badge and said I wasn't the motor club, and she should call Sam down at the gas station. She got all huffy and said she thought the police were there to serve people."

I nodded, trying to keep the smile from my face. "So, you arrested her for being a smartass?"

Paulson chuckled. "Nah, she offered to pay me, and then dug into her purse. Only she can't find her purse. Then she asks me if it legal to drive without a license. What a ditz!"

I felt a mix of relief and annoyance. "So, she's here for driving without a license?"

Paulson nodded. "Yeah, she said she didn't have her ID on her, so I figured she might be trying to pull a fast one. And that shirt? Come on, Stevie. You know the Sheriff's stance on that shit."

"Why didn't you take her to station?" I asked.

Paulson shrugged again. "Sheriff's orders. He said I should let her patriarchy T-shirt get processed at County. Let her sit in a cell, think about her actions. Maybe learn some respect."

I nodded, hiding the smirk that wanted to break free. Annie was smart, very smart. She had designed a charge that would get her to county, but was a misdemeanor with a fine in tis jerkwater state, of only a couple of hundred dollars, which was less than Annie spent on her hair.

"Why, do you know her?" Paulson said. "I can cut her loose if you want. I haven't even filed the paperwork yet."

The idea of Annie being under my control was thrilling. I could feel my pussy throb at the thought of her, vulnerable and powerless, in my jail. "No," I said. "I'll get her booked in. I'm sure someone will come for her soon."

Whistling cheerfully, I walked back to my office. They wouldn't start processing without me, but I was fine with letting Anne sweat bullets. Taking her wallet out of my desk, I pulled out her license and stared at it for a long moment. The smiling girl with the California license looked nothing like the girl I had left back on the bench, squirming in her chains.

The power was intoxicating. She could be free in seconds, but she had chosen to be under my thumb. The thought made my heart race and my clit pulse. I knew what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her. So little Annie wanted to go slumming? I'd make sure she an "E" ticket ride.

PART TWO

After locking Annie’s wallet back in my desk, I strode down to the video area to make sure that all the cameras were up and running. This search was a keeper, and I wanted to make sure it was recorded from every angle.

Enjoying the power and confidence one has when striding through an area totally under their control, I strode into the observation area adjacent to the strip search area where Annie and Domino had already been moved. Looking at Annie through the one-way glass, I could almost read her mind. "Where's Stevie? Did I make a mistake? What if something goes wrong? Am I even in the right jail?"

Knowing how homophobic Annie is, I decided to give the job to Maxine, one of our butchest guards. Pointing out Annie, I explained, "We have a special intake tonight. Make sure the Princess with the $1,000,000 dollar hairdo is extra clean." Maxie's eyebrow arched as she caught the little twinkle in my eye, but she didn't ask questions. She knew that look all too well.

After printing out the labels for the two cardboard boxes, Maxine carried them into the strip cell. Sensing what was next, Annie stared at the box, here eyes wide with apprehension.

"Take your clothes off," Maxine barked, her voice echoing off the cold walls. Annie's hands trembled as she began to unbutton her blouse, the fabric sliding off her shoulders to reveal a lacy white bra that probably cost more than we would spend feeding a prisoner for a year. Ever the good girl, Annie folded her $1,000 white blouse neatly before putting it in the 49-cent cardboard box.

The side of the box already had her name on it, and her processing number, which would turn into her inmate number if nobody sprung her. But the name on it was Jackson, not Powers, which I think was her mother's maiden name. Apparently, Annie didn't want this on her record, and was counting on me to fix it for her.

Annie stripped slowly, reluctantly, with furtive glances at the door, as if I would burst in to rescue her. I could have, but I did not, and instead I enjoyed the rush of power from being totally in control of my spoiled, rich friend. Annie was nervous and humiliated, and fumbled with the buttons.

Domino, on the other hand, was a seasoned pro, and stripped off her clothes without a second thought, tossing them into the cardboard box at her feet with the ease of someone who had done this countless times before.

Annie slipped off her Gucci sandals and then her denim skirt, revealing her long, toned legs. She didn't want to shower in front of her lesbian friend in 5th period gym class, huh? Fine with me, because this striptease-to-order, with me fully clothed and in charge, was way better.

As they stood side by side in their underwear, I couldn't help but admire Annie's lean, lithe body, a stark contrast to the tattooed, curvy figure of Domino. Annie stopped at her underwear, but Domino, knowing the routine, stripped off her panties and bra and dumped them in the box.

Annie, a deer in the headlights stared at the large mirror, doubtlessly wondering who was watching. She was incredibly hot, and looked like an underwear model.

There was a knock on the door, and two male guards, Fred and Barney, stumbled in. "We heard there's a real looker getting the full treatment in here," Fred said, winking at me.

I glanced at Annie's reflection in the mirror. She had frozen in place, her eyes wide with fear and humiliation. It was a familiar scene for me, as I had seen countless newbie inmates in her situation. But something about seeing Annie like this made my pussy purr. I'd seen enough strip searches to last a lifetime, but I had to admit, the idea of her being subjected to this was beyond thrilling.

Fred and Barney leered at the two women, their eyes raking over Annie's almost naked body. "Damn," Barney murmured, his gaze lingering on her. "We don't get many as fresh as her in here."

I watched Annie's reflection in the mirror, her eyes staring at me like a deer frozen in the headlights. Normally, I didn't interfere with the guards' ogling. It was a small price to pay for their cooperation, but with Annie here, it felt different. It was one thing to see it happen to the usual inmates, but another to watch it happen to someone I was friends with.

But as I took a deep breath, I realized that this was exactly what she wanted. She had set this up. She had dressed the part, picked out the graphic t-shirt, and chosen a charge that was trivial yet serious enough to get her brought to my jail. This was the little princess’s fantasy, and she'd get no special treatment from me -- at least, no GOOD special treatment.

"Hurry up, Miss High Society," Maxine called out. "You wouldn't want to keep the nice officers waiting, would you? Down to the SKIN."

Looking wounded, Annie took off her expensive bra and dropped it in the box. The delicate lace looked out of place on the rough cardboard. Gritting her teeth, she lowered her panties, and reluctantly dropped them into the cheap cardboard container.

Fred leaned closer to the glass, with his eyes glued to Annie's perfect ass. "Look at that," he said, his voice gruff with lust. "Could bounce a quarter off that."

Barney chuckled. "And that mouth," he said. "Could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

I laughed with them, pleased to see Annie stripped of her power, and reduced to body parts.

Annie's eyes widened when she noticed the video cameras in the corners of the room, and the lightbulb went on inside of her pretty little head. Much to my amusement, her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. "What are those for?" she squeaked, pointing at the cameras.

"Get your hands on your head and spread your legs, inmate!" Maxine barked.

Annie's eyes shot to the floor, her cheeks burning. She knew the routine. She had seen enough prison movies, but knowing it and experiencing it were two different things. She slowly raised her hands, her legs trembling as she stepped apart.

"Wider!" Maxine barked. "Shoulder width. And put your hands ON TOP of your head, where I can see 'em!"

Annie's eyes darted around the room, her gaze lingering on the cameras. "You're filming me?" she whispered. Her voice was a mix of horror and arousal.

Damn right I was. The room had four cameras, which allowed me to film her from every angle. Maybe I'd edit them together, and pur a memento film, ANNIE'S STRIP SEARCH, up on Pornhub.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," I said, my voice a purr. "It's just for the record."

Maxine turned to Domino, her expression as cold as the cinderblock walls. "Squat time! You know the drill," she barked, her eyes gleaming with the sadistic enjoyment that only a seasoned guard could muster for such a degrading task.

Domino nodded, her eyes flicking to Annie for a brief moment of camaraderie before she turned to face the unsmiling guard. She took a deep breath, and then she began her performance. Her legs spread wide, she squatted down, her thighs straining with the effort to maintain the unnatural pose. She coughed, a forced sound that echoed through the room, and did it again, and again, and again. Four times, she coughed and squatted, her body moving in a rhythmic, degrading dance that was all too familiar to her.

Turning her back, she did four more squats, her ass cheeks parting with each dip. It was a sight to behold, and I could see Annie swallow hard, her mouth agape as she witnessed the horror of what she would soon be required to do. Domino's movements were precise, almost balletic, a testament to her years of experience. She had turned the degradation into a routine.

Maxine turned her attention back to Annie. "Your turn, your Highness," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Annie's eyes darted to the mirror, as she wondered who might be watching, and then up to the cameras recording her every move. I think a part of her wanted me to be watching, for safety’s sake, but I know it would make it all the more humiliating for her if she knew I was seeing her this way.

"This is gonna be a good one," Fred said. Barney agreed.

Trembling, Annie began her first squat, her fingers threaded through her hair as if she was about to pose for a photo shoot, legs spread wide. Her legs were shaking so badly I thought she might collapse, but she managed to spread them wide, her bare pussy on full display to the room.

COUGH! It was a good cough, deep and guttural. Annie was taking this seriously, and following Maxine’s commands to the letter.

Repeating, she rose, then went into the second squat. I smiled as I saw Annie's eyes misted over, but I could see her going deeper, spreading wider, opening herself up more. COUGH!

She rose up, and spread her legs wider. Repeat, but deeper, with a display of pure athleticism that I had never seen in that room before. It was as if she wanted to show the cameras that her hours in the gym had paid off. I could see the heat in her eyes, mixed with shame, as she COUGHED, trying hard to dislodge the imaginary contraband from her pussy.

When she reached maximum depth, she shook, as if trying to get the contraband to fall out of her pussy. No one asked her to do it; it was simply part of her perfectionism. She wasn’t satisfied with being strip searched, she had to be the MOST strip searched.

Even in her triumph, I saw her dying inside. I grinned as the first tears formed in her eyes.

Repeat. I was sorry there wasn’t a rubber ball or a dog bone she could pick up with her widely spread pussy, which nearly touched the floor.

“Hot damn!” said Barney.

“I’ve never seen that,” Fred agreed. “I am going to ride that girl into tomorrow.”

I laughed as the tears ran down Annie’s cheeks, even as I spied the drop of her juices she had left on the floor.

With each squat the smile on Maxine's face - and my face - got broader, and the anguish on Annie's face became more palpable. The final squat was the best yet, and her perfect pink pussy was glistening. Looking at her face I could tell she was both turned on and visibly horrified that she was being forced to do this, but Fred and Barney weren’t looking at her face.

I had to admit, watching her squat and cough was hot, but it also brought back a flood of memories. Memories of her looking at me with pity when she had gotten her scholarship to Stanford and I was talking to the army recruiter. Pity when she got a sports car and I was still riding a bike.

But now, here she was, stripped down to her birthday suit, with her hands on her head and doing her squats, like a common criminal, in my jail. Here, I had the power. It was a heady feeling. I always enjoyed stripping down stuck up little rich bitches, but this one was better, because it was Annie. She was the ultimate catch, and this was the ultimate rush.

As I watched her turn and repeat her squats, her butt cheeks spreading widely, I remembered the way she'd looked at me when she left for college, like I was a charity case she'd outgrown. The way she talked about her internships and her fancy parties, her nose always just a little too high in the air. And here she was, squatting for my viewing pleasure, and me getting it all on video.

The camera rolled on.

"Damn, that is one tight looking asshole," Fred said, licking his lips.

"I’d like to stretch that out," Barney agreed.

I could have thrown them out, or told them to get back to work, or simply shut up. But I did not. Instead, I enjoyed watching them, watch, and enjoyed the view.

When Annie finished showing us her pussy and ass, Maxine moved back to Domino.

"Loosen it," Maxine ordered.

Looking bored, Domino raised one foot to the side, then raised her hands as if she were surrendering. Then Domino hopped on her right foot, causing her ass and breasts to jiggle as she "loosened contraband."

"Come on, keep it moving," Maxine said, her eyes never leaving the bouncing inmate. "You know the drill.

Domino's cheeks flushed, proving this was enough to embarrass even her, or at least tire her. But Domino complied, hopping up and down on one foot, then switching to the other under Maxine's direction. Her breasts bobbed with each jump, and I couldn't help but smile as I saw Annie waiting her turn, while hoping the turn would never come. Annie's eyes were glued to the floor, her hands still clamped tightly to her head, as if willing the scene to change.

"Alright, Miss Fancy Pants," Maxine said, turning to Annie. "Time for your bunny hop."

Annie's eyes pleaded. "Please," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "This isn't necessary. I'm not carrying any contraband. I swear it."

She was right, of course. If shaking her ass and pussy during her ridiculously deep bends hadn’t loosened the contraband, hopping wouldn’t do it either. And we all knew that Annie wasn’t hiding anything. There was no universe where this was necessary.

Which is why I wanted to see her do it.

"You'll do as you're told, Miss High and Mighty," Maxine said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Hop."

Gritting her teeth, Annie slowly raised her leg and obeyed, hopping awkwardly on one foot. Her boobs bounced with each jump. She was in good shape, but was used to wearing her expensive sneakers, and the cold cement floor was unforgiving under her bare foot, sending a shock up her leg with every landing. I watched with a mix of pity and fascination as she tried to maintain her balance, her toned body bouncing and jiggling with every move.

Barney leaned in, his eyes glued to the show. "Damn, that is the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Annie's bouncing breasts. "Always knew the snooty college girls made the hottest jail tail," he chuckled, his eyes never leaving the scene. "But you're right, Barn. Nothing like watching 'em get stripped down, and cut down to size."

Maxine took her sweet time, instructing Annie to hop from one foot to the other, ordering her to pause for a second between each landing to make sure she was truly "loosening" herself. The look of utter humiliation on Annie's face was like a masterpiece, painted in shades of embarrassment and desperation. It was clear she was mortified, her cheeks flushed and her eyes brimming with tears, but she complied, her body moving in a way she never would have dreamed of outside these walls.

With each wobbly jump, her breasts bobbed in a mesmerizing rhythm, her nipples tightening into hard peaks that jabbed at the cold air. Fred and Barney's eyes were glued to the show, their smiles growing wider with each passing moment. The thrill of humiliating the poor thing this way had me grinning, too.

Maxine was clearly enjoying herself, her sadistic streak coming out to play. "Keep going," she'd say, "Shake that pussy like a maraca. That's it... Harder." Annie's jumps grew less graceful and more erratic, her breaths coming in quick pants. She was sweating, not from the exercise, but from the humiliation. The whole time I was watching, my pussy was getting wetter.

The two guards didn't move, their eyes glued to Annie's bouncing flesh. They had seen countless strip searches, but it was clear that she was something special to them, like a unicorn in a horse race. "Keep it up," Maxine said, "We need to make sure you're not hiding anything."

I knew Annie wasn't hiding anything, but I was glad that Maxine was being so thorough. After all, you never can be too careful. In school, Annie had been a High School cheerleader, the popular one, the girl I could never be. As an impoverished, queer girl, I didn't go to the prom. I wasn’t a cheerleader. I was an outcast.

Annie was Homecoming Queen. Of course, she was. Now, she could dance for me.

After forever, but far too soon for me, Maxine ended the performance. "Okay ladies, into the next room for showers. We need to get those filthy snatches of yours tubbed, scrubbed, and rubbed, before they get to know my finger a whole lot better."

I smiled as Annie blushed. In this place, her sweet good-girl pussy was no different than Dominos, a dirty whore hole that needed to be scrubbed, inspected, and disinfected. And I was going to supervise the entire process.

And lend a hand.

[jeepster]

Awesome story! Love Maxine's attitude!

[RegressedNegress]

A delightful start to what promises to be another great story. Thanks Joe.

A technical correction: It should be her drivers license she can't find, not her purse, which she just dug into in the following ...

Paulson chuckled. "Nah, she offered to pay me, and then dug into her purse. Only she can't find her purse. Then she asks me if it legal to drive without a license. What a ditz!"

[lovethissite]

Joe: I was skimming the story, after seeing Fred and Barney I stopped reading it and turned on the flintstones. Thanks I missed my youth. Wilma and Betty were pretty awesome.

[Belinda]

Dearest joe,

Another wonderful story. Twists and turns ahead has always. You are a true artist. I so love your work.

Loving regards,

Belinda

[Mr. Smith]

Great start! I'm looking forward to Annie getting strapped in some sort of public setting. If just waxes poetic for me. One can only imagine the fun her cellmates will have with her that night. I made inmates in Texan jails naked, makes them more docile and obedient. I missed which state this story takes place in.

[Belinda]

JOE
If only there was a real slut slave training facility to act out our fantasies.
Belinda