Solitary Con-fuckment

"So... you're Nightstick?" You'd managed to deduce that much, your face screwed up as your attempted to keep up to date with all you'd learned in such a small time frame.

Sunset nodded, gesturing for you to shut the door behind you. Her office was fairly spacious, though spartan in decoration. Filing cabinets, a locker, a desk, a window, a few framed certificates...

And, of course, a nightstick on her person, just like every other CO. "Why do they call you—"

She cut you off with a raised hand, eyebrows narrowed. "Ask one of the sergeants later, we've got ground to cover right now and I haven't got much time." She took a seat behind her desk, nodding at the seat on the other side. You pulled back the seat, sitting and instantly feeling a fidget beginning to take over. Her gaze was intense, and it was inescapable to you just how beautiful she was, even without trying.

She'd been attractive back in CHS, sure, but the uniform definitely did her assets good. Speaking of which, they'd filled out, her chest easily supporting a pair D-cups, the buttons of her shirt straining to the point that they looked ready to pop. She sat with a gentle poise, looking ready to jump into action at any moment like a tightly wound spring. Hell, she was sexier than the inmates, if such a thing was possible.

"I assume you've already had the pleasure of meeting our regulars?" She played with her hair when she spoke, her fingers twirling around fiery tufts. Her smile was warm, but there was no hint of mirth there. "Yup, you've met them. Your face says it all. You behaved, I hope?"

Shit, already trapped. Did you say what happened, or did you brush it off? Sunset sensed your hesitation, leaning forwards, and you quickly began to feel as if you were prey. She was waiting for you to mess up, you were sure of it.

No, surely it was best to just be honest. It couldn't hurt, could it? "Well, it was a bit of a surreal experience, if I'm being truthful. I've never interacted with that many convicts at once." You could feel your throat closing up a little, you were stalling, trying to find the best way to say precisely what happened. Sunset's stare didn't let up. "One of them kissed me." You announced it a little louder and faster than you thought was proper, but nerves had always been a bad influence on you, especially when faced with a woman like Sunset.

Sunset barely seemed to react to this. In fact, she acted as if it was no news at all, picking up a pencil from her desk and brushing it over her lips, occasionally twirling it. "And is there a reason you're saying that so guiltily?"

"W-well, I don't want you to misconstrue what happened, that's all. It was her that kissed me, not the other way around. Her name was Dazzle, Adagio Dazzle."

Sunset's pencil caught in place. After a thoughtful moment, her lips closed around it, she lowered the thing and looked straight to you. Almost pierced you with her gaze. "Rule number one around here, be wary around Adagio. Do I even need to tell you what rule number two is?"

You gave it roughly half a second's thought. "Don't fuck her?"

Sunset grinned. "You're a fast learner!" Instantly, her smile vanished, eyes turning icy. "Some of these girls are a fucking pain. Some of them aren't very nice, some of them have little to no hope of being redeemed. But let's get one thing clear: they're my girls. So long as they're staying here, they're under my protection. Warden may not give a shit, but I do."

You shifted in your seat, feeling the air of the room change. "You know that I wouldn't hurt any of the inmates under any circumstance, right?"

"All I know is that the girls are gonna try it on with you, what with you being a new, hunky guard, but you need to remember how difficult it can be to tell the horny from the damaged. I won't tolerate abuse here, and that's why we strictly enforce the rule against prisoner and officer relations. Understood?"

Is it bad that the main thing you took from that was her calling you hunky? ...it probably was, but goddamn. If a woman like that could find you attractive, you were really doing well. It made sense that she wouldn't have noticed you in school, you hit puberty pretty late, but when you did, you developed well. Not as well as Sunset and her two friends did, but still.

You were snapped from your daydreams by a rapping against the desk, and you snapped your head up to find Sunset ruffling through papers, quickly handing one to you. "Sign this."

You eyed the document with scrutiny, but didn't want to flick through it too openly and give Sunset the impression that you didn't trust her. "What is it?"

"Your legal agreement to uphold the rules and boundaries of this institution for as long as you work here, all details I'm sure Celestia went over with you before now."

As a matter of fact, she didn't, she only got you the gig, but would admitting that you didn't know everything make you look stupid? Nodding, you signed the paper, making a mental note to read through it later and make sure you were versed in absolutely everything you needed to know for the job.

"Alright, great. That's the bureaucratic element taken care of." She reached out a hand, and as you looked at her slender fingers and manicured nails, you had a sudden urge to kiss the back of it. You weathered it before it could get you into trouble, reaching out to shake instead.

Nevertheless, Sunset looked at you as if you were an alien. "Uhh, newbie? What are you doing?"

You were... shaking her hand?

A few more seconds of awkward silence. "I need the papers back for the archives."

Oh. Ohhh. Shit, you must have looked like a total idiot, and there went your hopes of perusing them. Shit! Playing it off as if it was nothing, you passed them back, and the iota of unease vanished from Sunset's face. Looks like you were going to have to innovate, try and pick everything up on the job. You were sure Indigo would help you with that.

"This meeting is basically a formality, so you know. I'm not going to have time to give you any substantial assistance today, instead you'll be following Thunderlane for the next few hours. He's..." Sunset trailed off, seemingly searching for the words, "he's a fairly experienced sergeant, and should be able to advise you reasonably well. Just don't become a copy of him, if you can."

She was silent after that, eyes drifting to the wall as if she was heavily ruminating on something, and you got the distinct impression that there was more there than Sunset was letting on. You remembered Indigo's words about Thunderlane previously, how she'd talked him down, and started to wonder once again just how bad he actually was.

A heavy blink, and Sunset turned back to you. "But while you're still here, let me say something else." When she smiled this time, her eyes matched it, and it warmed your heart in the cold, plain room, giving it vibrancy where it had had none. "We're all a family here, even if we don't get along all the time. We look out for each other, us officers, and we look out for the inmates too, even if they hate our guts sometimes. Truthfully, the best way of doing so is typically at an arm's length, but remember that what we're doing here is impacting the lives of others. Even those who have been down a terrible path can find good in themselves and make a change if they're steered in the right direction."

You nodded, not sure what you could add. It was clear that Sunset had a deep care for her position here as well as the lives it impacted, and if anything, it only made her more endearing. This moment you were sharing with her felt special, even if she was only bearing her feelings like she might have to anyone else other than you. It was her body language, her earlier compliment, the curves of her body and the little smirk on her face, those shirt buttons that looked like they were about to tear off at any moment...

"Are you staring at my tits, newbie?"

Gasping, you jerked up to look at her, but found you couldn't match her gaze, which outclassed yours by a mile. You had indeed been doing so, but it wasn't intentional! You stammered to find a suitable response, but all you managed to do was dig yourself a hole of stutters.

"That's strike one. Two more and I'll go tell one of the cleaners to take a week off, see how you look with a pair of marigolds on."

Wait, was she serious? There was no way she'd do that, would she?

Well, Indigo had said she was a hardass... you looked up at her in search of a sign of weakness, of a facade, but found a solid wall of conviction, studying you intently in wait of a response. You clammed up. Your palms perspired as you twiddled your thumbs. Your voice came out as a muted crack. "Yes, ma'am. Won't happen again, ma'am."

You could swear she pushed out her breasts as much as she could in response, arching her back in a faux-stretch. "See that it doesn't, I already get enough of the girls ogling me. Now go on, scram. Find Thunderlane, he should be doing dorm sweeps in the block past the cafeteria."

You stood faster than you needed to, as desperate to leave and save face as you were to stay and somehow try to seduce her. What was coming over you? It was these teasing girls and you knew it, they had you thinking like some kind of sex pest.

You stole one more glance at Sunset, but blinked away before you could be reprimanded for eye fucking her again.

"Go on, shoo!" she was waving her nightstick at you, that calm smile etched on her face again. Why did her lips look so inviting?

Put it out of your head, you need to go and find Thunderlane. Hell, with any luck, you were overthinking things, and he wouldn't be nearly as bad as Indigo made out. Let's hope that was the case.

One more look, and one of those buttons had finally fucking popped, exposing a healthy portion of Sunset's voluptuous chest, tits pressed together by the tightness of her shirt. No, there was no way that really happened.

Your bottom lip was half an inch from the top, and as you carried on looking, you realised that a) Sunset hadn't noticed it having come undone yet and b) when she did realise, you were about to get your second and third strike in one go. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if she threw you in the damn hole.

So you committed the image to memory, saved it for your personal jerk church, and turned and fled before she could deduce why the hell you'd paused for so long. You didn't pay much attention to which direction you were going in, and for all you knew, this was the completely wrong way, but it was away from Sunset and her grabable tits and pullable hair, so it was a win in your books as much as it was a loss.

Time to go and spend time around more hot girls you couldn't touch. You truly were a prisoner in paradise, and it was slowly but surely eating you alive.