On her first day as a prison guard, there was nothing in her locker but a pair of skimpy panties and a black uniform cap.
She stared at it in dismay.
“Sir, I think this clothing is intended for the bedroom, not for a correctional officer’s uniform.”
Her superior just smiled, and stood there, clearly not intending to leave or even look away while she changed.
“Nonsense,” he declared. “The prisoners will love you.” And then he chuckled. “Just remember, we have a zero-tolerance policy on troublemakers at this jail – any guard who claims to have been raped can expect to be stood down without pay while it’s investigated, and fired if they’re found to have been asking for it.”
She looked at the “uniform”, and had little doubt what “asking for it” might involve. And as she began to undress, she realised that stripping naked in front of a work colleague was also, probably, “asking for it”…
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