Lady In The House Ch. 08

I was about to sit down when my cell door slammed open. 'Iron Bar' Steve stood there in the company of one of the guards.

"Oh fuck me Steve she's fucking gorgeous; I'd love to shag her bent over the bunk dressed just like that!" the dimwitted guard exclaimed.

"Fuck off stupid, you couldn't afford a fucking hand job off her, she's out of your league," Steve responded.

'How chivalrous,' I thought to myself, 'A brain-dead thug defending the honour of a crossdressed inmate prostitute to a corrupt prison guard!' I couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation.

"Oh you won't be smiling for long honey," laughed Steve, "Eddie's special friend doesn't like jokes from fag inmates one little bit."

"Who are you calling a fag Stevie? You couldn't get enough of me last night could you?" I clipped sarcastically.

Steve raised his hand but I stood defiantly in the doorway of the cell. I knew that Steve dare not touch me at the moment as I was all prettied up for some special punter. It was good to actually feel a slight empowerment for once. I sashayed though the cell door deliberately taunting Steve but I paid the price as I passed him; he reached out and squeezed my pantied buttocks through my skirt.

"Don't touch the merchandise Steve," I taunted again, turning my pretty face to his and pouting at him.

"Oh don't worry Michele, I'm just here to escort you to your special date, but you will be well used merchandise when you return," he laughed.

I looked around the cellblock and noticed it was empty. All of the prisoners were at work of course, but I couldn't see any guards either, other than the dimwit who had unlocked my cell and was now making his way back to the guard's office at the end of the block.

"Oh don't worry honey, you're getting the red carpet treatment, no one is going to see where your going except for a select few in the know," Steve said, tapping the side of nose..

Steve led me through a series of doors and deserted corridors.