Innocent Inmate's Intimate Frisk

Freshly booked and awaiting processing, a vulnerable new inmate stands alone in the sterile holding cell. The guard, a stern woman with a concealed authority, enters, her eyes scanning the young prisoner's body. She approaches, her latex-gloved hands reaching out, "Turn around, hands on the wall." The inmate complies, feeling the cold, smooth surface against her palms. The guard begins at her shoulders, patting down, her hands grazing the inmate's curves. She reaches the prisoner's hips, her fingers lingering near the waistband of her pants. The inmate's breath hitches as the guard's hands slip lower, fingers brushing against her inner thighs, inching closer to her core with each pass.

• fingering
• jail

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