THE BORING PARTY by Joe Doe A WEALTHY HEIRESS HAS A NOT-SO-BORING ENCOUNTER WITH A PRISON GUARD AT A LIFELESS PARTY Christina Richley was bored. Not slightly bored, or tired, or vaguely uninterested. Christina was nearly comatose. She had wandered out onto the balcony, because solitude was less boring than the cocktail party drivel inside. When Rocky walked out onto the balcony, too, she hardly gave him a second glance. She just kept stirring her drink as he smiled and offered a rather tentative "Hello." "Don't tell me...your great-great-great grandfather found oil, and you've never worked a day in your life," Christina said, sharply. "Well, actually no," he said. "The truth is that I'm a guard at a woman's prison." Christina was so startled that she actually stopped stirring her drink and regarded the large man more closely. This dreadful party had suddenly gotten interesting. "That's a rather...unusual occupation," she observed. "How did you get into that line of work?" "I probably shouldn't say this, but I got interested when I was 18." He looked a bit sheepish. "I saw this porno film called 'Jailhouse Girls,' where a pretty blonde named Ginger Lynn gets wrongfully sent to jail. "The movie had this great intake scene where this real bitchy matron orders the girls to bend over and spread their legs so she can cavity-search them. Real brusque-like. She barks at the girls, 'Spread those cheeks,' and 'Open up those pussy lips'! "But the best part of it is that, while she's putting the girls through their paces, she's chatting with this male guard who's standing about 5 feet behind her. The matron's jawing with him about overtime while she's feeling up these beautiful, butt-naked girls. "The guy who is playing the guard is real cool, like he actually cares whether the matron has to work overtime on the weekends. But the whole time he's really ogling these bare-ass girls being forced to spread their legs and bottom cheeks right in front of him. "When they get to Ginger Lynn, you can tell she's really embarrassed, because her character's never been to prison, and here she is butt-naked in front of this male prison guard. But the butch matron still just slaps her on the ass and tells her to 'Bend over.... No, all the way over.' Ginger kind of grits her teeth and lets her hands slide down the front of her legs while the matron presses down on her back. Of course, the matron keeps pressing until Ginger's cute little tail is way up in the air and her nose is about an inch off the cement floor. "The camera does a nice close-up of her tidy little snatch, and that lesbo matron takes her time giving her a really good feel. The guard's been playing it cool, but the sight of Ginger's bare pussy and butt hole are too much even for him, and he says something like, 'Ain’t she the innocent one?' "The matron says, 'Those are the ones that you have to watch out for!' Then she gives poor Ginger a real hard slap on the butt to tell her the search is over. When Ginger stands up to face her, the matron gives her little nipples a quick squeeze and says, 'Our new little jailbird!' and then she tells her to 'beat it!' "I watched that one scene over and over," Rocky said, wistfully. "Watching the way that guy was able to make those gorgeous women strip, and shower, and even bend over bare-naked right in front of him was such a rush. I just loved the power trip of it, and the next day I applied to the Bureau of Prisons." There was a long, awkward pause while Christina just stared at him. The fact that she had met a prison guard at a swanky uptown party was bizarre enough. But now the charmer had just introduced himself by reciting, in detail, the plot of an X-rated film! Ordinarily, she would have thrown her martini in his face. But, to her own surprise, she heard herself saying, "I have that movie at home. It's one of my favorites." "Wow! A chick who digs prison porn," he enthused. "Who'd ever think that I'd meet a girl like you at a party like this. So what do you do for a living?" "I don't," she said. "I mean, I don't work, that is. I'm worth...I don't know...several million dollars, just like everyone else at this party." Her eyes narrowed a bit. "But what on earth are YOU doing here? You don't seem like the kind of man who would come to one of these parties." "I know what you mean," Rocky laughed. "When the invitation came, I was pretty confused too, but I had never been to a swanky party, so I rented a tux, and here I am. It turns out that the daughter of the woman throwing this little shindig cheated her investors out of a bunch of money, so she’s going to be spending a few months at my little country club. They invited me here as kind of a bribe, I guess." "Did it work?" Christina asked. "Naw!" he chuckled. "She's a fancy-pants society babe now, but, come this Friday, she'll be just another fish." His voice dropped slightly as he stared thoughtfully over the balcony at the city below. "But this party did give me a chance to see what a little cutie she is. I'm going to make sure I'm working the day she's brought in. I'm really going to love seeing the look on her face when I shuck her out of those fancy clothes and get her into the shower. She's such a little hottie that I'll probably search her in front of the mirror, so I can see that look on her dainty face when I drive my greasy, gloved finger right up that tight little pussy hole of hers." Christina had heard about her friend's conviction; indeed it had been the talk of the town for months. But she hadn't connected Rocky's presence with her friend's misfortune. "So you’d actually strip her...naked?" she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. "I had no idea that male guards could do that!" "I'm in charge of admissions, so I can do anything I want," he said, proudly. "Of course, I don't shuck down all the women who come through the front gate. But, if I see a real babe, I handle her personally. And not just the convicts either. If I see a suspicious visitor I can search her, too." "Suspicious?" Christina asked. "Yeah, you know, 'suspicious.' Cute, curvy, elegantly dressed: 'suspicious.'" He laughed. "I think that's why I like working at the federal prison. You get a better class of people there -- the trophy wives who signed their husbands' tax returns, the businesswomen who cheated their shareholders, and innocent women who just wound up in jail on some sort of fluke.... And then there are all the visitors: cute sisters and college-girl daughters.... "Visitors are actually the most fun. There's something special about ordering some spoiled little heiress to strip down birthday bare. I just love watching them blush and squirm as they slowly take it off -- with me eyeballing the whole thing." Christina’s heart raced as she stared at him. Now was the moment of truth. Did she dare? "So, if I visited my friend in prison," she whispered, softly, "would you...search me?" She felt herself blush as his eyes slowly ran over her, from the tips of her Gucci shoes to the top of her elegantly coiffed head. He took his time appraising the bashful, blushing 25-year-old heiress. She squirmed under his uncompromising visual examination. No detail, no curve, escaped his attention. "You do look kind of suspicious," he admitted. "But you'd look a lot more suspicious if that skirt was a little shorter." "How short? This short?" Rocky grinned lasciviously as she slowly slid the hemline of her expensive red cocktail dress up her shapely thighs. "Well, that does look a BIT more suspicious...but not suspicious enough," he said. She swallowed, but slid her skirt up to near the tops of her stockings. She was now using the thumb and forefinger of each hand to hold her skirt provocatively in place. Her mouth turned to cotton as she asked, "Would this...be high enough?" He looked down at her legs and smiled. "Yeah, it would definitely get my attention," he chuckled. "But to classify you as clearly 'suspicious,' I think it would have to be higher still." She gasped as he boldly took her hands and, ever so slowly, raised her skirt up higher...higher...higher. He paused only when the tops of her stockings were completely revealed. She was blushing furiously, but was relieved that the humiliating unveiling had at last stopped. But then she felt his hands began to move again. Her skirt was going higher. Her skirt was going HIGHER! She felt dizzy as her bare white thighs came into view. She felt a tiny chill as he let out an appreciative whistle. She always wore attractive lingerie, but she wore it because of the way it made her feel. The thought of her scanties being exposed to a blue collar grunt like Rocky had never crossed her mind -- except in her most secret fantasies. To her immense relief, he stopped just short of exposing her now soaking wet panties. She tried to catch her breath as he just stood there, staring down at her milky white thighs and lacy red garter belt. She shuddered as his hands began to move again. Her skirt went up...up...up, until the bottom of her fire engine red panties was on display. "I like girls who wear red underpants," he whispered in her ear. "And they really suit you. They make you look hot and slutty. Yeah, I'd love to get your sweet little ass in the joint. You'd look so cute, with your hands cuffed behind you, kneeling down in front of me, sucking me off between the bars. "Is that a fresh wet spot in your underpants?' he said, softly. "Are you getting all hot and bothered thinking about how I'd strip you out of those wet little panties?" She said nothing, but just stared down at the ground, too ashamed to look him in the eye. "Are you a natural blonde?" he teased. She maintained her stony silence. "You can keep your secret now, young lady.... But, if you ever come to MY prison, you will be under MY authority. And, if you don't tell me whether you're a natural blonde, I might just decide to find out for myself." Christina's eyes remained fixed on the floor. "Well, if you want to play, let's play," he said, as he gently kissed her ear. She relaxed slightly as she felt him pull away. "I didn't give you permission to lower your skirt," he said, coldly. The commanding tone of his voice surprised her, but she dutifully complied. Biting her lip, she slowly raised her skirt to the required height. He snickered as the wet spot once again came into view, but then quickly resumed his officious tone. "Do you ever wear an under-wire bra?" "Never," she said, truthfully. "That's good. They often set off the metal detectors. Have you been to Africa or Asia in the last 6 months?" "I went to Japan about 10 years ago, and I was at Cannes last spring. I also ski in the Alps and...." "This isn't 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous,' sweetheart. Ten years doesn't count. If you've been to Africa or Asia in the last 6 months, the doctor has to examine you. And our doctor has a thing for perky little blondes. Whenever a little cutie like you ends up in his office, she always has to take a nice long ride in the stirrups." He snickered as she reflexively clenched her thighs together. "But I don't mind. After all, I get to watch!" Christina had always had a female gynecologist. The thought of being forced to spread her legs for the entertainment of some perverted male prison doctor was unspeakably humiliating. And the thought of Rocky, standing by and watching while some pervert leisurely probed her most intimate areas was indescribable! Rocky shrugged. "Just as well, though. I mean, that rectal thermometer he uses is pretty chilly." Her butt cheeks tightened at the very idea of that humiliating intrusion -- one which, no doubt, he would closely supervise. "That's...terrible!" she choked. "It could be worse! We found lice on one girl, and we had to take her through full processing. After she showered in front of me and the other guards, we deloused her. Since we couldn't give her back her infested clothes, we issued her a uniform to wear inside the prison, just like she was an inmate. She said she caught it from her little brother." "I'm an only child." "Good for you! We have to get that delousing fluid into all a girl's cracks and crevices, and it really stings!" He paused, then asked, "What day are you planning on coming to the prison?" "Is Saturday too soon?" "Well, we usually don't let prisoners have visitors for the first 90 days," he replied. "But exceptions can be made." ****************************** Rocky wasn't surprised on Saturday morning when Stanley called him down to the visitors' room. Stanley always reported it whenever he spotted a "cute piece of tail." Sitting on the edge of the cement bench was a very pretty blonde in an excruciatingly short red dress. "The girl on the end is named Christina Richley," Stanley explained. "She set off the metal detector, but I think it was just her under-wire bra. Her sign-in sheet says she was in Ethiopia and South Africa last week, and in Hong Kong the week before. Needless to say, our friendly old doctor is dying to get his hands on her, but I hate to turn her over to that old letch." "Thanks, Stanley," Rocky said. "I'll take it from here." He pulled Christina up off the bench and into a corner. "You don't have to do this, you know," he said. "We can stop this right here and now." She just stared silently down at her red shoes. "I really don't see how you could have visited all these places last week, when the day before yesterday...." She found her voice at last and looked up at him defiantly. "My little brother has head lice. That isn't a problem, is it, officer?" He looked her directly in the eye. Neither one blinked. He smiled. "Are you a natural blonde?" "I'll never tell," she whispered. She smiled and looked down at the floor. "There's only one way you'll ever know...." Rocky turned to Stanley. "Let the others go through to the visiting area. I'm going to take this one down to the doctor. And tell the boys to get a uniform ready. She's going through full processing." Gripping the back of her neck, he pushed her through a large metal door and down a filthy, cinder block staircase. Her heart was racing, her palms were moist, and her crotch was wet. But she was also smiling. She was definitely not bored. Edited by C. Lakewood