As Melissa went to the WR center, she had purposely dressed in a short skirt, tan hose, and a normal top. She figured showing off her legs to the male officers would make them show her an easier time. Walking to the entrance, several WR inmates en route to their jobs did a lustful double take at the sexy brown haired girl striding to the doors. Melissa enjoyed their stares.
The WR facility was a warehouse style building, inside there was a receiving area/office area, and then a large open area with TV's, tables, board games, etc. And lining the back of the open area were four separate pods, or large rooms. These were the living quarters, pod A is for the women, B and C are for men, and D is for prisoners from county jail who are in the county's WR program-men who stay at county jail on weekends, and here during the week.
Once inside, she went to the desk to register, first she surrendered her driver's license, and then she began to fill out the forms. When she finished the officer told her to walk through the door into the main area, but stopped her.
"Excuse me, miss, what are you wearing?" The guard asks, looking her up and down.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Melissa coyly asked, looking innocently at the guard.
"You were given the rules in the courtroom, I was there. You are in violation, and your sentence may be extended!" he sternly tells her.
"You've got to be kidding, you know you like it!" she tells him, wrong move on her part.
"All right, miss, your attitude needs to change immediately," the guard warns her.
"What are you, gay or something?" she asks, laughing.
The guard motions to the other guard and he grabs Melissa's arms and handcuffs them behind her back. "Ma'am, you are being detained for violation of the good terms of the Work Release Facility"
Melissa cannot believe it "No! Wait, I'm sorry, I was kidding."
"That's fine miss, I am going to take you to see the warden." The guard tells her as the he leads her to the back offices.
"Wait! No, please! I fucking said I was sorry!" Even Melissa's pleas include insults.
Do her pleas work, or does she have to see the warden? |