Solitary Con-fuckment

"Hey, you listening, dude?" Indigo Zap punched you on the shoulder, quickly placing her hand back on the wheel of the mini bus. "If you don't at least look like you're paying attention to Nightstick when you start training, you won't last long."

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind as you were driven through the large, imposing compound. Your new uniform—black and blue and reasonably smart—clung to your body as you attempted to get used to it. Indigo looked better in hers. She'd worn it in, and she left three shirt buttons undone at all times. Maybe it was the hot weather, or maybe she loved being a tease, showing just enough cleavage to titillate, but not so much as to appear slutty.

Maybe you shouldn't have been assuming, or thinking about Indigo's tits. Maybe you should be paying attention like she said: you don't want to fuck this opportunity up, after all. You stole one final glance at the soft, rounded pair before forcing your eyes back up to her face. She was grinning as if she knew what you'd been so distracted by all along.

Definitely a tease, then.

"So anyways, you're going to want to listen to absolutely everything Nightstick says, as much as you can cram in. She's a hardass, and she knows the rulebook inside and out, but she'll make you into a good officer." A smirk, and her eyes fell off the road just long enough to wink at you. "In your case, she might have her work cut out, but I've got faith in her."

"Gee, thanks, Indigo." You'd met the girl once or twice before when you were studying at CHS, joint activities between your school and Crystal Prep, but that was years ago, and you'd both graduated since. She didn't seem to have changed much, still bitchy, teasing, and unreasonably good looking. "So, what does the training program entail? Does it take weeks, months? Celestia wasn't very specific."

"Ehh, couple of days. You'll be shadowing me and Thunderlane for a few weeks after that. Whoever's got the time to baby you." You turned to look at her, and her expression was severe. "Word of warning, Thunder's a total prick. I'll try not to leave you with him often, if at all, but no promises."

You raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"

Indigo seemed to shudder beside you, but you could tell she was putting on. "Ugh, he makes me sick. Treats the inmates like absolute shit, walks around as if he's God, or something. He's a real pervert, too, but I can't really blame him for that one."

You'd heard stories of corruption and prison guards exploiting inmates before, and part of you began to wonder whether that was what Indigo meant about Thunderlane. You figured it was best to withhold the question, if you didn't want to get fired on the first day. Instead, you went for the query that you imagined couldn't get you into any trouble. "Why couldn't you blame him for being a perv?"

When Indigo turned to face you, you swear you saw electricity dance in her eyes, ever so briefly. "Alright, let me tell you this right now, newbie, because Nightstick sure won't say it and Thunderlane will say it in the most pigheaded way possible... nah, best you hear it from me."

You leaned in, your interest piqued. Something about this topic had definitely got Indigo animated, and she was almost late turning a corner. "Go on?"

"The girls in here? They're fucking hot. There's no doubt about it."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"What, you expected a bunch of psychopaths and methheads?" Indigo giggled, tussling her hair and allowing it to fall in blue ribbons all about her face. God, she looked cute like that. "This is minimum security, dude. Sure, you get a few headcases and ugly fucks, but a vast majority of the girls in here are like straight up model material. No joke, dude."

You could feel a smile growing on your face at the words, one you were very self-conscious about. Indigo didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, it only seemed to make her smile wider. "I can't tell you how many times I've pictured myself getting down and dirty with a couple of those inmates... but I'm a professional, capiche? I may love cock and pussy more than a nympho on ecstasy, but I don't fuck my prisoners—" her eyes narrowed, and you felt you had been caught in a trap as her smile turned sinister, "—and neither do you."

You let out a shallow breath, your thoughts conflicted. One minute, you're preparing to be a prison guard, you've got no clue what to expect, and you've yet to even set foot in the facility. Next, you're being told not to fuck the inmates? Jesus. "I... appreciate the advice? But seriously, I don't think you're going to have to worry about that. I can keep myself under control."

"You say that now, but the highest cause of employee dismissal at this institution is fraternising with the girls. It happens a lot because the girls know how to make it happen, you understand? They're good at getting what they want, and they want cock." Indigo paused as she sped up, approaching the main building as she scratched her head.

"I mean, sometimes they want you to smuggle in contraband for them too, or give them some kind of special privilege, but I think it's mainly about the cock. The girls we have in here have been separated from dudes for way too long. Eventually, your primal instinct takes over, right?" A smirk as she slowed the bus, and your eyes were trained to her, unmoving. "Hell, mine takes over after a two day dry spell and a couple of sips of Bacardi, watch yourself around me."

You nodded, smirking besides the barrage of information. At least Indigo had a sense of humour, it was refreshing when dealing with something so new and scary.

Indigo furrowed her brow. "What are you laughing about?" She parked without bothering to pay attention, eyes firmly on you. "I'm serious, newbie. I'm basically a sex addict. Hell, if you ever feel like our girls are driving you too crazy and need some kind of relief, just come to me, I'll keep you in check." She punctuated her offer with a flutter of her eyelids, and you tried to ignore the stir in your trousers.

"Uhh, I'm flattered, but—"

"What?" Indigo killed the engine, hopping outside and placing her hands on her hips. "Yes, I'm clean, so don't bother asking. Sex addict doesn't mean unsafe."

"I'm just not used to people I barely know propositioning me, is all."

"What's the matter?" Indigo teased, walking up to you and poking your chest. "Worried you can't get it up?"

You only had to feel the pulse of your cock from her touch to tell yourself that that definitely wasn't the case, but it didn't stop you from blushing, nor stuttering. "L-look, it's just new to me, alright? All of this is new to me."

"Well, what can I say?" she smirked, looking you up and down. "You're pretty cute, and the girls are going to have a very similar opinion. Hell, a lot of them are happy to settle for a cucumber or aubergine, so they'll see you as a God either way just by virtue of having a real dick." A couple of seconds of staring into the distance, and Indigo snapped back to the moment. "Is it big, by the way? I can see a bit of a bulge right now, but I can't tell so well through all this fabric..."

Your cheeks were beginning to feel incredibly hot, and by reflex, you felt yourself stumbling back. "C-can we just get inside now, please?"

"That eager to get me behind closed doors?" she grinned, biting her lip and swaying her hips from side to side.

Oh God... You haven't even managed to start work yet and you're already in a bad situation! She's really hot, sure, but you can't just sneak off with her right now, can you? You'd miss your training, and get fired on the first day! You attempted to search for words, fumbling over your tongue as you felt Indigo advancing on you, and eventually, you managed to speak. "L-look, Indigo, I think you're great and stuff, but I just got here, and I don't even know if I'm allowed to do something like that, and—"

"Pfft."

"—I'd really prefer it if... Wait, are you laughing at me?" You stopped your rambling to look down at the shorter girl, and she was covering her lips with a hand, eyes scrunched shut.

"Hah! I was totally fucking with you, newbie! Oh, you're going to do just fine here..." a couple of seconds for the laughter to die off as your tried to work the blush off your face, going through anger, worry, and relief all at once, and her pitch dropped, her eyes travelling over your body once more. "But still, the offer stands. Let me know if you feel like fucking at some point, 'kay?"

You really weren't sure what to say at this point or even to protest, so you settled for a weak nod. Luckily, it seemed to do the trick, as Indigo beamed and began to lead the way again, speaking as she went. "Crystal correctional serves as home to over eight hundred female offenders, nearly all of which are non-violent. We've got about thirty staff members on the payroll, barely enough to deal with all these girls and keep the place running smoothly, but that's Nightstick's problem. I'm just here to get paid."

You nodded, unsure what else to say. It was a lot of information to take in, but you knew you had to focus and listen if you wanted to understand the place and do your job right. Indigo pointed ahead. "This is the main building, complete with dorms, cafeteria, a yard out back, a chapel, running tracks, workshops, classrooms, and a music room. Minimum security affords a few creature comforts, such as no barred cells. That is, unless..."

She pointed left now, to a smaller building separated from the main one. It looked somehow even less friendly than the rest of the place, and this was a damn prison. "That's D block, inmates end up in there if they do something really fuckin' stupid. They earn their way out with good behaviour, but it's like a real prison in there: no TV, no cigarettes, no lesbian sex—did I mention a lot of that happens in here?—no free roaming. There's usually only ten to twenty girls in D block at a time, and they never end up staying in there long, which I really can't blame 'em for."

"So, nobody likes D block, got it."

"See, you catch on fast! Even if you are just saying back to me exactly what I told you in a different way." Indigo stopped walking for a second, narrowing her eyes. "Though, thinking about it, I suppose that's all forms of modern education... whatever, I like cock." And again, she was leading the way.

Did she... have an off-switch for that, or something? Maybe this is what being in a prison nearly every day did to you. You couldn't lie, that didn't sound like such a bad fate. Seriously, being stuck with a bunch of beautiful criminals every day? Oh, woe is you.

You looked back at Indigo, who was already walking to the doors, scrambling to catch up with her. When you got there, you noticed she'd undone a fourth shirt button. "The building behind us is processing and administration, we passed it on the way in. You'll spend less time there, but you'll probably have to head up tomorrow, as we've got a new cartload of inmates heading in."

Glancing around conspiratorially, she leaned in to you, to the point that her breasts were almost against your chest, and you could smell her sweet berry perfume. "Also, inside scoop here, I've heard that there's a particular person of interest on that bus, a celebrity that managed to get herself thirty days for a certain dirty deed..."

"Seriously? Who?" Your eyes were bugged, you hadn't imagined that you'd be bumping into anyone famous here, of all places, especially in a circumstance like that.

"I'm not telling," Indigo grinned, lightly slapping your face with two fingers. "Guess you'll just have to make sure you come back tomorrow if you wanna find out, huh?"

"Heh... with the way you're selling this place, I'm pretty sure I'll be back tomorrow."

"Don't be so sure yet, see how you handle Crystal City's finest before you make any bold claims. A lot of newbies don't last the first day, can't keep their dicks in their pants long enough."

You shrugged, allowing a little cockiness to find itself in your strut as you moved to the doors. "God, you make it sound so terrible. I'll bet you're exaggerating."

"Oh, really?" The doors slid open, and Indigo made a sweeping gesture with her hand, ushering you forwards. "Go see for yourself, stud."

You looked back at her, suddenly unsure, but she insisted you take point. She told you to keep walking forwards, that it would lead into the common area, and you followed her directions with ease.

This wasn't so bad, not really. You could do this, you were sure, you just had to keep some common sense about you and you'd be totally fine. As you came up on the common area, you began to get a glimpse of a few inmates, but you could scarcely make them out from a distance. You stepped closer, trying to eye them without being spotted, but Indigo insisted you walk right in.

Having already came this far, knowing you'd have to do so eventually either way, you took the plunge.

Fifty pairs of eyes fell directly on you. What made it worse? You actually recognised a couple of the girls from your school. What made it even worse/better than that? They were nearly all eyeing you like a piece of prime meat, some wolf whistling and others licking their lips, a few girls seductively moving their bodies and pulling at their uniforms.

Fifty beauties, all dressed up in tight white and blue, and this was just a sixteenth of the population the prison boasted. Eight hundred gorgeous girls to not fuck, and they were all looking at you as if they were about to take bets on who would manage to bed you first.

You felt that same stirring downstairs as before, only amplified. They seemed to draw closer as one, all of them looking for the weakness on your face, the anticipation and temptation you were so desperately attempting to hide. Why did Indigo work you up like that?! You looked back to her, desperate, but only found a shit-eating grin on her face. You looked back to the inmates, and somehow, they'd managed to adopt even more provocative poses, one of them actually sucking on an ice lolly as she looked at you, another finding every possible excuse to press her busty breasts together.

Oh, and there were at least two pairs of girls making out, occasionally stealing glances at you.

And you weren't allowed to touch any of them. Or at least, get caught doing so. You were starting to wonder who the prisoner was here, them or you.