MARCY'S BAD STROKE OF LUCK
by
Joe Doe
WHEN AN ERRANT KEYSTROKE ON A COMPUTER TERMINAL TRANSFORMS HER
INTO "MARC," POOR MARCY IS TURNED OVER TO MALE GUARDS FOR HER
STRIP SEARCH. SHE TRIES TO EXPLAIN THE MISTAKE, BUT RULES ARE
RULES.
IF YOU REMEMBER "MARCY'S FIRST TIME," BY DUDLEY_3, YOU MAY
RECALL THAT MARCY IS AN EXHIBITIONISTIC JOURNALISM GRAD STUDENT
WHO SECRETLY ENJOYS BEING STRIP-SEARCHED DURING HER VISITS TO
THE LOCAL PRISON. HERE IS A HIGHLY FICTIONAL (!) CONTINUATION
OF OUR INTREPID HEROINE'S ADVENTURES.
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Marcy Johnson was a graduate student in Journalism. As a teaching
assistant, she taught undergraduate students Journalism 101. And,
like any teacher, she liked some of her students more than others.
One semester Marcy had two football players in her class whom she
absolutely detested. Dirk Blockheader and Biff Thugge showed up
late, talked though class, and generally created a nuisance. They
also frequently made sexist or racist remarks directed against
women, minorities, and, in particular, homosexuals.
It was this last that gave Marcy an idea for revenge. All of the
students were required to conduct an interview, approved by her,
in order to receive credit for the class. Needless to say, Dirk
and Biff couldn't think of a single idea, so she suggested that
they accompany her on an interview to the local prison.
From her previous visits, Marcy knew that, if she requested to see
the inmate alone, a strip-search would automatically be triggered.
That meant that her two super macho delinquents would not only
have to strip naked, they would have to endure a humiliating rectal
cavity search by a male prison guard.
Marcy wouldn't get to watch, of course, just as they wouldn't be
allowed to watch her strip-search. But, as soon as they were
searched, she knew that the two delinquents would be in her power.
If Marcy decided to reveal the details of their journalistic
"probing" to the class, their macho reputations around campus,
and on the football team, would be ruined.
When they first arrived at the prison, they were given a brief
orientation by the Prison Information Officer, since this was the
first visit by the two students. All three of them were dropped
off in the reception area for male prisoners, which made sense to
Marcy because they were visiting a male inmate.
The bored guard at the desk asked if they wanted to see the
prisoner alone, and Marcy replied that they did. She sat on a
bench with her two students, fully expecting that a matron would
arrive shortly and separate her from the two males for her search.
Two male guards finally did arrive, a large, burly young man and a
swarthy, skinnier one. The two correction officers were herding
three shackled men in orange jumpsuits who were being transferred
into the facility.
The larger guard, who seemed to be in charge, ordered the inmates
to stand against the far wall. As soon as he looked over to the
bench where Marcy and her students were sitting, he immediately
broke into a huge grin and instantly made a beeline over to them.
Marcy noticed that Dirk and Biff were also smiling back at him
with idiot grins on their faces.
The large guard and Marcy's two students quickly exchanged what
looked like some kind of "secret fraternity handshake," and then
they all burst into laughter.
It turned out that the guard, Rock Harden, knew both Dirk and Biff.
Rock had been in their fraternity and on the football team until
his academic problems got so bad that not even the coach could
cover for him, and he was forced to drop out and "get a job at
this dump," as he put it.
Rock seemed delighted to see his two old friends. Marcy could see
that he was eager to relive memories of his past glories and to
escape, even for a moment, his dreary new "career." Concerned to
see his friends sitting in the reception area of the prison, he
asked them what they were doing there. Biff quickly explained
their "stupid school assignment," pointed contemptuously to
Marcy, and rolled his eyes. This whole time, Marcy had been
sitting quietly on the bench observing the backslapping football
reunion, and Rock hadn't even noticed her, since she was a mere
girl in this macho fraternity.
Rock walked over to the counter and asked the duty officer for the
processing paperwork on the visitors, and the guard handed it over.
Rock seemed puzzled at first as he reviewed the paperwork, and
looked at Marcy several times as he scanned the forms, as if he
was checking something. Finally he motioned the visitors to come
to the other side of the room. Accordingly, Marcy, Biff, and Dirk
got up and went over to talk with him, but he told Marcy to stay
there on the bench because he, Dirk, and Biff needed to discuss
some "fraternity business." She was more than a little resentful,
but, since Rock was in charge, she dutifully sat back down on the
bench.
Rock took Biff and Dirk as far away from Marcy as possible, and
the three of them soon started whispering and giggling like
schoolboy conspirators. She couldn't hear what they were saying,
but they would occasionally look back at her, and she had no doubt
that she was part of the conversation. It was also obvious to her
that Rock was a perfect match for her two obnoxious students, and
the three of them were as intellectually indistinguishable from
each other as the Hardy Boys.
She was more concerned as she looked at the three inmates, who
were openly ogling her as she sat alone on the bench. The other
correctional officer stood in front of them, and he had obviously
forbidden them from speaking, but that didn't keep them from
smiling at Marcy and undressing her with their eyes.
One of the randy prisoners even went so far as to make sucking and
kissing sounds, until the correctional officer ordered him to knock
it off. The man quieted down, but the intentions of the three men
were obvious, and Marcy found herself in the unusual position of
being anxious for the matron to arrive and take her off for her
strip search.
A very attractive woman, Marcy had toned it down a bit, since she
knew she would be in the male section of the prison. She had even
gone so far as to purchase some underwear specifically for today's
visit. This was unusual since she usually didn't wear underwear
and, in fact, was an exhibitionist at heart. But the purpose of
today's adventure was to humiliate Dirk and Biff, not to cause a
riot when she walked through the prison.
At last Rock and the two delinquent students decided to break up
their frat party, and Rock went to the corner and picked up six
plastic crates. Marcy recognized them from previous visits as
the boxes that would be used to hold their clothes doing the strip
search. She smiled to herself, pleased that the humiliation was
about to begin for Biff and Dirk.
Sure enough, Rock gave two of the cartons to Biff and Dirk, and
told them to go sit on the bench next to Marcy. The two jocks
meekly complied, and Marcy smiled.
Rock next handed a carton to each of the three prisoners and told
the swarthy guard to escort the prisoners into the next room for
their search.
Finally, Rock handed Marcy the last crate, much to her surprise.
He then casually told them to "go into the next room so that we
can search all three of you."
Marcy felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at the grinning
guard in disbelief. She immediately stated that she was NOT going
to be searched by him, and she was certainly NOT going to be
searched in front of two of her male students and three horny
male prisoners.
Rock smiled and handed her the visitors sheet, which had their
names listed:
VISITOR Blockheader, Dirk
VISITOR Thugge, Biff
VISITOR Johnson, Marc
Rock explained that someone had mistyped "Marcy" as "Marc" and, as
a result, they'd had no reason to schedule a matron to come over
here, to this section of the prison. He added that, since there
was no matron available, he had "no choice" but to conduct Marcy's
search "personally." He tinged his voice with mock regret, but
she could tell from the smiles on the faces of the three frat
brothers that they had obviously decided to take advantage of the
typo.
"I sure don't WANT to strip you BUTT NAKED, Miss," Rock said,
oozing insincerity. "But, like you're always telling the boys
here, rules are rules." The boys smiled, pleased that one of
their teacher's clichés had been turned back on upon her.
After confirming the error, Marcy hotly pointed out that, though
Rock might not have a choice about the rules, she sure as hell did.
She bustled over to the desk and asked the duty officer to call
the Prison Information Officer.
Although Marcy was an exhibitionist, and there was a part of her
that would have been thrilled at being strip searched by a male
guard, she had no intention of prancing around naked in front of
these three sexist Neanderthals. A little embarrassment in front
of a stranger was one thing, but absolute debasement in front of
sworn enemies was totally another.
After two or three minutes, the Prison Information Officer
returned, and Marcy explained the situation. Naturally, the
PIO completely agreed with her, and he curtly told Rock that
she needed to have her search conducted by a matron.
Rock objected that there was no matron available.
The PIO was starting to get annoyed with everyone, and said,
impatiently, "I have a lunch date with the warden, and I don't
have time to screw around with this. Rock, you figure it out."
Marcy was wise enough to know that she wasn't going to like ANY
plan that Rock and his two moronic frat brothers devised for her
search. And, because of her past mishaps, she insisted that
the PIO give Rock written instructions, so as to avoid any
"misunderstandings" like the ones she had experienced during
previous visits to the prison.
The PIO dutifully got a sheet of paper from the desk and scribbled
a note to Rock. But Marcy was a journalist, and she repeatedly
objected to the wording as "too vague," even after numerous
corrections were made. Finally, the exasperated administrator let
her write out the instructions herself, and she carefully crafted
a document with no room for misinterpretation:
MARCY JOHNSON IS TO HAVE HER STRIP-SEARCH PERFORMED BY
A FEMALE, IN A ROOM THAT HAS BEEN SET ASIDE, SEPARATE
FROM THE MALE SEARCHES, AND HAS BEEN MADE APPROPRIATE
FOR FEMALE SEARCHES. THERE MUST BE NO MALES PRESENT
IN THE EXAM ROOM DURING THE SEARCH. (THIS MEANS NO
MALE GUARDS, MALE CONVICTS, OR MALE VISITORS.)
MARCY JOHNSON'S PARTY IS TO BE SEARCHED IMMEDIATELY, AND
SHE IS NOT TO BE LEFT NAKED FOR ANY EXTENDED PERIOD OF
TIME. THE GUARDS MAY NOT CONSULT OTHER PRISON PERSONNEL
IN AN EFFORT TO CHANGE THESE INSTRUCTIONS IN ANY WAY.
MARCY'S INMATE INTERVIEW SHOULD BEGIN NO LATER THAN 12:45.
The annoyed PIO dutifully signed the note and then asked, with
some sarcasm, "permission to meet the warden for lunch now."
Appeased, Marcy nodded and thanked him for his help.
She handed the note to Rock in triumph, confident that her writing
skills had allowed her to plug every loophole:
1) Her search would be conducted by a female.
2) No males would be present in the room.
3) Her search was to be conducted in a separate room.
4) It was to be done immediately, so Rock had no time to get tricky.
5) The instructions couldn't be changed.
She had also set a time limit. She was conscious of the long
periods that she had been left naked on previous searches and
didn't want to give the frat boys any extended opportunities
for mischief.
She was confident that her superior intellectual abilities had
outsmarted the frat boy's crude attempts to strip her of her
dignity.
Rock read the instructions frowning and quickly went into the
other room to join his partner and the other three inmates.
Marcy looked at her watch. Whatever Rock was up to, he had better
do it quickly. It was already 12:15, and there was less than 30
minutes to go before her interview was supposed to start.
From behind her, she heard Biff remark to Dirk under his breath
that "she was such a bitch." Marcy ignored the insult, taking
comfort in the fact that, since her party was going to be searched
first, the two macho studs would soon be spreading their butt
cheeks under the watchful eyes of the three horny male prisoners
who had harassed her. She knew the hardened criminals were going
to enjoy watching the two macho preppies probed.
And she was going to enjoy describing what had happened to the
class next week.
When Rock returned to the room, his whole demeanor had changed,
and he asked Marcy and the two boys to accompany him into the
next room with exaggerated courtesy. Marcy didn't like the tone
in his voice, but she obeyed, still confident that her explicit
instructions prohibited any fraternity pranks.
Rock ushered them into the examination room where the three inmates
were still awaiting their searches. The three men were obviously
pleased to see Marcy back, but she ignored their leering smiles.
Rock explained that, since there were no matrons available and
Marcy's instructions had specified that her search had to be
conducted by a "female," Rock was having a "trusty prisoner"
brought over from the woman's block to perform the search.
Marcy had specifically used the common word "female" instead of
"matron," because she didn't want to get into a semantic argument
with Rock about the what the term "matron" meant, or have him
suddenly announce that he was "a male matron" and try to perform
the search himself. She hadn't anticipated a search by a female
prisoner, but knew that, technically, Rock was following the
instructions, and there was very little she could do about it.
Rock then went over to the wall and drew back a large curtain that
was covering a glass window, revealing an interrogation room on
the other side. He then asked Dirk and Biff to help him "get the
separate interrogation room ready" for Marcy's search. The two
boys followed Rock into the hallway.
Marcy walked over to window and looked at the "separate room" in
more detail. It was a small room, with a table and three folding
chairs. It appeared to her that she was looking through one-way
glass, so that the officers on her side of the mirror could see
through to the prisoners, but the prisoners could see nothing.
There was a large boom microphone in the ceiling and video cameras
mounted in two corners of the room. Marcy looked at the wall on
her side of the glass, and, sure enough, she saw a switch for
activating the microphone in the interrogation room and a large
button marked "RECORD" for videotaping the proceedings.
She was surprised when she saw Dirk, Biff, and Rock enter the
interrogation room and immediately move the table and chairs
against the wall. About two minutes later, the three men carried
in what looked like a medical exam table and set it down right in
front of the window.
Marcy felt a chill. It couldn't be! They were setting up the
exam table RIGHT IN THE WINDOW, where all of the males in the
adjoining room would have a bird's eye view of her strip search.
Marcy quickly reviewed her directions. Her search was to be held
in a room...
THAT HAS BEEN SET ASIDE, SEPARATE FROM THE MALE SEARCHES,
AND HAS BEEN MADE APPROPRIATE FOR FEMALE SEARCHES. THERE
MUST BE NO MALES PRESENT IN THE EXAM ROOM DURING THE SEARCH.
She looked into the "separate room." Technically, there would be no
males present in the actual room, but it made little difference.
Dirk and Biff were laughing and joking while the two of them
screwed the humiliating, shiny chrome stirrups onto the end of
the exam table. It was obvious that the widely splayed stirrups
were their concept of the ideal way to make the room "appropriate"
for Marcy's search.
Although they couldn't see her, it was clear the boys knew she
was on the other side of the glass from the way they occasionally
glanced into the mirror and smiled. Biff even took out his
handkerchief and tauntingly "spit-polished" the metal stirrups,
as if he were putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece.
Dirk made a big show of laying a rubber glove on the small table
in the corner, and of removing the lid from a large jar of
lubricant.
Rock then went out into the hallway and returned with the female
inmate who would conduct the search. Marcy recognized her
immediately as Bertha, a tough bull dyke con whom Marcy had
interviewed during a previous visit. Bertha was mean and lean,
and had a reputation as a sexual predator among the other female
inmates. Those other cons were clearly afraid of her, and Marcy
had remembered the way Bertha had eyed her up and down during their
interview, boldly asking Marcy if she'd ever had "a girlfriend."
The thought that this dangerous felon and notorious troublemaker
was a "trusty" was clearly laughable. Rock had clearly picked
her because she was the one female inmate who was even more macho
than Dirk and Biff.
Rock, Dirk, and Biff left the smiling Bertha in the makeshift exam
room and re-entered the room that the horrified Marcy was standing
in. Pointing at the stirrups on the exam table, Biff said,
sarcastically, "Your steed awaits, Princess."
Rock smiled and went to the wall panel next to where Marcy was
standing. He turned on the microphone and pressed the "RECORD"
button on the wall, and then turned and smiled at the
thunderstruck Marcy.
She heard Bertha's voice come over the speakers in the room:
"Here, PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY! Here, PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY!"
Marcy looked through the glass. Bertha was crooking her finger as
if playfully beckoning Marcy into the exam room.
Rock turned to the guard who was with the other three inmates, all
of whom were sniggering with delight as they stood against the
wall. "Let the new fish go up to the window with Dirk and Biff,"
Rock directed. "No reason they shouldn't enjoy the show, too."
Marcy tried to call a halt to the proceedings, demanding to see the
warden or the PIO. Rock reminded her that they were at lunch, and
that there remained only 20 more minutes for searching her "sweet
little ass." Besides, Rock reminded her pointedly, NO ONE could
countermand the instructions that Marcy herself had so carefully
laid out.
"And," he added, "rules are rules."
Rock took Marcy by the arm and dragged her towards the door.
All at once, she heard Biff's voice behind her, "Wait Rock!
WE CAN'T DO THIS," he said, earnestly. Surprised, Rock let
go of Marcy's arm.
She turned around expectantly. IT HAD BEEN A JOKE! She'd been
saved! Biff was going to call the whole thing off. They were
not going to strip-search her after all.
Biff smiled, obviously enjoying the look of hope on her face. He
picked up the cheap plastic carton that she had left on the floor
and placed it in her hands.
"You forgot your carton, Miss Johnson," he said, with mock
politeness. Then he winked at her.
As Marcy stared, dumbstruck, at the humiliating carton that was now
in her hands, Rock quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her into the
next room, where Bertha awaited.
As Marcy had suspected, the interrogation room itself had a one-way
mirror. She couldn't see the men on the other side of the wall,
but she knew that they could see her.
Marcy swallowed. Soon they would see ALL of her.
"It's nice to see you again," Bertha said, thinly.
She grabbed Marcy and shoved her directly in front of the one-way
mirror. Then she playfully whispered in Marcy's ear. "So you
like to play Lois Lane, do you? Well, Superman ain't gonna
save that sweet candy ass of yours today, fish! You're just
the same as a con now, college girl, and now Bertha asks the
questions...and gives the orders!" The convict was obviously
relishing her newfound authority over the successful career woman.
Bertha's voice turned cold. "Strip down to your birthday suit!"
she snapped. "EVERYTHING OFF... NOW!"
Marcy quickly complied. Purse, shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, bra,
panties...one by one each item found its way into the impersonal
black carton, while Bertha watched, arms folded, with a highly
amused expression on her face.
Marcy knew that the audience on the other side of the glass was
enjoying the show even more, and she felt herself shudder as she
dropped her panties and stood stark naked in front of the window.
But, despite the total humiliation of doing a forced striptease in
front of the disgusting jocks -- or perhaps because of it -- she
felt a strange feeling starting between her legs.
There was no doubt about it. She was getting excited.
Bertha took the box with Marcy's clothes and put it in the hallway
so that Rock could search for contraband. The thought of Rock
pawing the soggy crotch of her panties added in no small measure
to Marcy's humiliation.
Bertha had been a con long enough to know the routine by heart,
although she did put in a few variations just for Marcy's benefit.
For one thing, Marcy faced the picture window, not Bertha. Bertha
knew that the men on the other side of the glass would do an ample
job probing Marcy's hidden cavities with their eager eyes.
"Run your fingers through your hair."
"Open your mouth and twirl your tongue around."
"Lift your arms and turn completely around."
Marcy's breasts were small and firm, so, on previous visits, the
guard had skipped the humiliating command to lift up her breasts
by the nipples. Bertha didn't omit this part, and she even
grabbed Marcy's nipples herself, claiming that she wasn't
holding her "tits" high enough.
And, although Marcy had very little pubic hair, Bertha commanded
her to run her fingers through her peach fuzz. Once again, she
didn't do it to Bertha's satisfaction, so Bertha showed her how.
Then she ordered Marcy to "spread those pussy lips! Wider!"
Marcy complied, shuddering at the show she was providing for the
men in the next room.
On previous visits, both her vagina and rectum had been searched
when she had been on all fours, and there had been no stirrups on
the exam table. But Bertha had decided to take full advantage of
the equipment provided and told Marcy to "mount up, little cowgirl."
Marcy scampered up on the table and submissively put her feet into
the cold stirrups that Biff and Dirk had so carefully prepared for
her. Her crotch was now directly in front of the picture window.
From where she was lying, she could see the two cameras mounted in
opposite corners of the room. To her dismay, she noted that the
red light on top of each camera was blinking.
Bertha SNAPPED! on her rubber glove and looked down at Marcy.
"From the first time I saw you, college girl, walking in here all
high and mighty, this is just the position I wanted to get you in,"
she cackled. "With those creamy white thighs spread nice and wide,
and your tight little pussy just waiting for my slippery finger."
She spat on her gloved finger and smiled.
Although there was lubricant on the table, Bertha didn't use it,
preferring to search Marcy with just her spit. Fortunately,
Marcy's exhibitionism had kicked in, and she had begun naturally
lubricating herself during her forced striptease in front of the
window. It was a point not lost on Bertha.
"Hey, guys," she said, speaking directly to the window. "Look at
how juicy her gash is. Little Miss Perfect is creaming all over
my hand." She held up her rubber-gloved hand, and Marcy blushed
as she saw her juices glistening under the bright lights.
She tried to look away to avoid Bertha's mocking gaze and the
humiliating mirror. But, when she did that, she ended up staring
at one of the cameras.
Clearly, there was nowhere to turn.
Bertha quickly began to work Marcy's clit in little circles with
experienced precision, being careful to stand to the side and
slightly behind Marcy so as not to obstruct the view through the
window. Bertha knew just how to turn a girl on, and, although
Marcy knew the intention was to humiliate her rather than stimulate
her, she soon found herself shaking through a debilitating orgasm
while Bertha's mocking laughter rang in her ears.
When Bertha finished masturbating her, she ordered Marcy to turn
over and get on all fours, with her head down on the table and her
hands spreading her bottom cheeks widely. It was a pose straight
out of a proctology textbook, and she knew the perverts in the next
room were enjoying it immensely.
Bertha enjoyed it as well, and she took her time probing Marcy's
asshole. Marcy noticed that Bertha skipped the search between
her toes; obviously that portion of Marcy's anatomy held little
interest for the bull dyke.
At last, Bertha announced Marcy was "clean" and ordered her off
the table, punctuating her command with a painful slap to her bare
bottom. Bertha told her that her clothes were in the hallway and
sarcastically thanked the furiously blushing girl for "washing" her
glove.
Bertha smiled. "If you're ever busted for anything, me and my
friends'll be sure to look you up."
And Marcy had no doubt of that.
Marcy went out into the hallway, but the carton containing her
clothes wasn't there. Rock was there, however, and he explained
that, to save time, they had moved her clothes to the room where
she was going to be interviewing the prisoner. The other guard
had searched her clothes there.
To her surprise, Rock then handcuffed Marcy's hands behind her
back.
"Since you resisted me before, sweet cheeks, I'm going to have to
restrain you until we get you to the interview room. Your clothes
are in the room at the end of the hallway. Just follow the yellow
line," he said, addressing Marcy as if she were an inmate.
Marcy demanded to be un-cuffed and given her clothes NOW! Rock was
NOT supposed to see her naked, she reminded him pointedly.
He grinned. "You said that you weren't to have any males around
while you were being searched, but you didn't say anything about
AFTER the search. Besides, it's faster if you get dressed in the
interview room. It's almost 12:45, and I know how important it
is not to waste any of your valuable time."
He looked up and down the hall expectantly. "Of course, if you
want to stand outside here, butt-naked, with your hands cuffed
behind your back and discuss this all day, Professor, that's up
to you. I think some inmates will be along here soon, but I'm
sure you wouldn't mind that a bit."
She looked down the long corridor, towards the room at the end.
It was a good 50 yards away, but she didn't want to waste time
standing there naked arguing with Rock, since she knew someone
might show up at any minute.
Marcy turned and started walking slowly down the hall. She felt
a sharp, stinging slap on her behind. "Hurry up, new fish!" Rock
said, sharply.
So she ran down to the end of hall butt-naked, while Rock, amused,
sauntered casually behind her. She turned her back to the door
and awkwardly tried to open it with her cuffed hands, but it was
stuck.
What was worse, on Marcy's left side was a large picture window
that opened into the inmates' TV Room, and on her right side was
a sliding glass door to the prison's recreation yard. She
desperately tried to jiggle the door open, but the knob wouldn't
budge.
It took the inmates on both sides only a few seconds to notice her,
and soon at least 100 guys were leaning against the glass, hooting
at her and calling out the rude remarks. Once again, she had
nowhere to run and no way to cover herself, and she decided it was
better to just get the damn door open than to crouch naked in the
corner. Unfortunately, this meant giving the inmates a full
frontal show while enduring their humiliating taunts and detailed
anatomical descriptions of what they wanted to do to her.
At last Rock arrived. "The door's locked, mastermind," he smirked.
He took his time unlocking the door, and, once again, gave her a
slap on the butt to usher her into the new room.
She ran into the room. Seated at the table, looking her up and
down as if she were a hunk of meat, was the male inmate she was
supposed to interview.
Of course, she wasn't interviewing him. Instead, she was standing
stark naked with her hands cuffed behind her back while he leered
at her.
"Now, let me explain how it works in prison, sweet stuff," Rock
said, pedantically. "If you tell anyone that we conducted your
search with a one-way mirror, me and the boys are going to deny
it, and I'm going to say that no one was in the other room when
you were searched. The video tape of you is already in a safe
place. And I'm going to pass the word among the inmates that,
if anyone squeals, they'll never see another free show like the
"Lady Godiva" number you just put on.
"So, if you decide to going crying to the warden, fine. But
nobody, and I mean NO-BODY, is going to back your story, and
the warden's going to do everything he can to discredit you,
so there'll no scandal. Therefore, if you're smart, you'll
just forget this ever happened."
She looked at him for a moment and thought about what he'd said.
She knew he was right.
She looked down at her bare feet and quietly told him that she was
"smart."
He smiled and released her cuffs. Then he handed her the box with
her clothes. Her panties were missing, and the prisoner held them
up to his nose. "I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed these,
reporter lady," he said.
Marcy told the happy prisoner that he could keep her panties. She
didn't really want to wear them after he had drooled all over them.
Rock stayed in the room while Marcy dressed, and she was grateful
to him for staying, because there was no doubt about what the
prisoner would have done to her if she had been alone with him.
Just as she was putting on her shoes, Biff and Dirk arrived.
The interview was a fiasco. Everyone totally ignored Marcy's
questions, and Biff, Dirk, and the prisoner spent the entire
time discussing the show they had just seen in general (and
Marcy's splendid physique in particular). She was so upset
that she barely noticed the taunts of the inmates to "strip off"
as she walked by the TV room and the recreation yard again.
Next week Biff and Dirk told the entire class about Marcy's search
in vivid detail. The coup de grace came when they revealed that
that Rock had let them enter the prison without even frisking them,
since they had "wasted so much time" on Marcy's search, and they
needed to meet her 12:45 deadline.
Marcy flunked the two boneheads, of course, but, since they were
on the football team, the grade was changed to an incomplete, and
they took the class again with a different teacher the following
semester.
About six months later, a female student warned Marcy that a
certain "revealing video" of her was making the rounds on Greek
Row. Marcy had no doubt that the video's "wide release" was
payback for failing Dirk and Biff.
She actually called up Biff and confronted him about the video,
but he told her that he couldn't talk about it, because that
would violate his fraternity's code of silence. "Rules are
rules, Marcy," he concluded.
Edited by C. Lakewood