PAROLE by Joe Doe NATALIE IS UP FOR PAROLE, AND HER COUSIN HOLLY SHOWS UP TO "HELP." A SHORT SEQUEL WRITTEN AS A SPECIAL REQUEST FOR NATALIE AND HER COUSIN, HOLLY. "Holly?" Natalie gasped. "What are YOU doing here?" "Miss Smith is with the Governor's office, Natalie," the middle-aged man in the blue suit replied. "As the Governor's representative she has the right to attend any and all parole hearings." "Yes, sir," Natalie said, meekly. She looked at her smiling cousin with suspicion. It was Holly's "forgetfulness" that had transformed Natalie's original undercover assignment into a hellish ordeal, and she had been unable to contact Holly during her painful and humiliating incarceration. Natalie tried to tell herself that she had nothing to worry about. She had paid off the new warden handsomely...both financially and in other ways she'd rather not think about. Her humbling submission had earned her the glowing file that now sat displayed in front of the three parole board members. The board consisted of two men and a woman. Even if Holly voted against her, Natalie would still win, 3 to 1! "Don't remove her restraints, please," Holly said. The guard was already on his knees preparing to undo Natalie's leg shackles, and he looked up in surprise. "It's very difficult to walk in these," he countered. "That's all right," Holly replied, coolly. "Let her hop." Natalie was dressed in the prison's notorious "Hooters-style" chain gang uniform: sneakers and white socks, ultra-short orange shorts, and a tight, white, midriff-baring t-shirt. The wrist and ankle chains she was wearing had no slack whatsoever, and she was slightly hunched over because of her restraints. Natalie grimaced, but obediently hopped across the room to the chair situated in front of the parole board. Progress was slow because the chain between her feet was so ridiculously short, and she was acutely aware that the two male members of the panel were ogling her bobbing breasts as she stumbled across the room. The panel's lone female member looked on with disapproval at the young woman's struggles. "Little hussy!" Natalie heard the older woman mutter. Natalie's labors on the chain gang had left her fit and trim, and she blushed as she felt the men eyeing her washboard tummy and shapely legs. She had earlier gotten permission to change into her expensive blue suit for the hearing, and she had been surprised when she had been led into the hearing room in her scanty prison uniform. Natalie had no doubt the fashion statement had been Holly's idea.... "You can take the chair away, guard," Holly said, as Natalie prepared to sit down. "She isn't here to laze around, and this won't take long." "I certainly agree with that," the head of the parole board said, as he adjusted his glasses. "In all my time here I've never seen such an outstanding record of service or so many recommendations for early release." The other two members of the board murmured their agreement. Natalie smiled. "Yes, it's almost too good to be true," Holly said, skeptically. "Natalie helping to quell the riot, Natalie saving the warden's life with the Heimlich maneuver, Natalie putting out the fire in the laundry, Natalie saving millions of dollars for the taxpayers through her work in the prison acquisitions department. I almost thought I had been given Wonder Woman's file by mistake." "She has been a model prisoner, and her record is extraordinary," the female board member replied. "Yes, Barbara, it really is," Holly sneered. "I believe your husband is one of the suppliers to the prison, so you know the importance of acquisitions. As a matter of fact, I have some photos of Miss Brewbottom meeting with your husband to convince him to lower his prices." Holly casually reached into her bag and handed the middle-aged woman a manila folder. The woman's jaw dropped when she opened the folder, and Natalie hopped a bit closer to see. The first photo showed Natalie dressed up in a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader's outfit, shaking her pom-poms and wiggling her hips as a middle-aged man sat on a bed and watched appreciatively. The next photo was similar, except her halter-top had been discarded, and she was now dancing topless for the bug-eyed gentleman. The third photograph showed Natalie in just her white spangled thong and go-go boots. Natalie swallowed hard as she watched the infuriated woman quickly move towards the last photo...which showed Natalie, now naked except for her boots, kneeling in front of the man, who had a look of pure bliss on his face. "That's my husband!" the outraged board member gasped. "That's my husband, Frank!" "It's nothing to worry about," Holly said, soothingly. "Granted, I've seen countless cases where middle-aged prison officials have dumped their loyal and steadfast wives to chase after some cute piece of jail tail who just got paroled. But I'm sure Frank wouldn't leave you for her. I mean, if you take away her wonderful eyes, and her perky breasts, and her beautiful long brown hair, what do you have left? Nothing but a sunny personality and an unforgettably sexy aura...." "I'm sure he'd much rather be spending his evenings listening to you, Barbara," Holly said. "He wouldn't dump an upstanding woman like you to chase after some little slut, even if she could fulfill his every fantasy...." "I'm not going to steal her husband!" Natalie protested. "I didn't even know that guy's name. The warden makes me do that with ALL the contractors...." Natalie stopped short as she suddenly became aware of saying too much. "ALL the contractors, Natalie?" Holly said, with a wicked smile. "You do that with ALL the contractors? But there must be dozens of them! You do your little dance for all of them?" Natalie said nothing, but shifted awkwardly in her chains. She could feel Barbara's undisguised hatred burning into her. If looks could kill.... The two male members of the parole board disturbed her even more. She could feel their eyes roving up and down her body freely, wanting her, imagining her dancing for their pleasure. "The warden does arrange private meetings between Natalie and the contractors to discuss price, but I can assure you that any sexual activity is Natalie's idea!" Holly said, piously. "Let me show you some of the outfits that she wears to these meetings." Holly once again handed each of the board members a folder that contained a series of photographs. The first photograph depicted Natalie as a grinning Playboy bunny, while the second showed her as a nurse in the skimpiest uniform imaginable. Her visible garters were the highlight of her French maid uniform, and her ultra-short police "uniform" would make any man beg for arrest. "I think an investigation is called for," Holly said, earnestly. "If Natalie has been trading sexual favors for better pricing, it would certainly explain these glowing reports. If in fact she is nothing more than a prostitute, then her sentence should be ratcheted up accordingly." "Throw the little whore in jail," Barbara hissed, snapping the folder shut. "Throw her in the hole, and then throw away the key!" "At the very least, I think we need time to conduct a full investigation," Holly said, pedantically. She added, "I could arrange a private meeting between you two gentlemen and Miss Brewbottom. Do you have a particular outfit you would like her to wear?" "I like that little tennis outfit," the first man said, quietly. "Would the Roman slave girl tunic be too much trouble?" the second man asked, tentatively. "No trouble at all," Holly cheerfully answered. "Of course, if we want Natalie to be available for these...um...research sessions, we'll have to deny her parole. That would really be tragic, considering her outstanding rehabilitation." "Rehabilitation, my ass," Barbara hissed under her breath. "If I had my way, she'd be dancing a jig on the gallows!" "I will vote in favor of Natalie's parole," Holly volunteered. "But if the three of you vote against me, I'll understand." "I appreciate that, Miss Smith," the Chairman said. "I think we all agree that parole would be premature, when there is so much of the prisoner that needs to be explored. Uh...I mean the prisoner's record, of course." "Of course," Holly nodded, solemnly. "A wise and just decision." "I'd still like to see the little tramp swing!" Barbara said, through clenched teeth. "I had a somewhat less drastic penalty in mind," Holly said. "Natalie, I believe you do some secretarial work for Miss Peggy Pigton. How does Peggy punish you when you misbehave?" Natalie stared down at her sneakers. "I-I get...the strap!" "I see," Holly said. "And when was the last time you were punished?" "A week ago." "And why were you punished, young lady?" Holly patronized. "One of the men brought a sandwich into the bedroom at one of the warden's parties. After he left, I dug the leftovers out of the garbage can, and I ate it." She looked sheepish. "But it's not my fault," she pleaded. "They work us so hard, and all they feed us is that vitamin-enriched oatmeal! They have those big buffets at the warden's parties, but we can't eat a bite. And Peggy teases me with snack food all day! She dangles it right in front of my face like I'm a dog and then makes slurping sounds while she eats it. I was famished!" "Your diet is for your own good," Holly lectured. "Your outburst makes it clear that you haven't learned anything from your incarceration." Holly shook her head sadly. "And I thought you were rehabilitated!" She stood up and walked over to Natalie. "When Peggy punishes you, does she do so over your orange shorts?" Holly asked, innocently. "No, ma'am," Natalie said, once again staring at her shoes. "Over your panties?" Holly teased. "No, ma'am." "Goodness! Does she punish you...on the bare?" Holly gasped in mock disbelief. "How humiliating! A woman of your age and education -- being bent over for the strap, with your bare bottom in the air like some bratty teenager." Holly walked over to Natalie and worked her fingers into the sides of her prison shorts. Natalie looked at Holly and mouthed the words, "Please don't." Holly smiled. "So does Peggy pull your pants down like THIS?" Natalie gasped as Holly skinned her orange shorts and panties down to her ankles with a single rapid motion. Natalie tried to reach down to pull up her pants, but, with her wrists chained to the belt around her waist, it was a futile gesture. "That's it!" Barbara said, enthusiastically. "Strip the little bitch down! Strip her NAKED!" Natalie tried to cover her bare privates, but her wrist restraints wouldn't allow it. She could feel the men's eyes staring at her crotch as Holly led her to the table, and bent her over at the waist. She ran her hand over Natalie's bare bottom and gave it a playful swat. Holly ordered the guard to unshackle the ankle restraints. Natalie could feel the grinning guard's eyes staring right up at her exposed butt, and she modestly clenched her thighs together. But, as soon as the restraint was removed, Holly roughly kicked Natalie's legs apart. Widely apart. "I think if you take a moment to inspect the wet, randy briar patch between this little minx's legs, you'll see why your decision to deny her parole is the correct one." The men didn't have to be asked twice. Natalie's face turned crimson as the men's hands freely explored her most intimate places without restraint. She tried to get up, but Barbara kept her bony fingers pressed tightly against the back of her neck. Natalie wiggled helplessly under their probing fingers. And the men took their time. For months, Natalie had envisioned herself dressed in her expensive, crisp blue suit, chatting amicably with the parole board as they rubber-stamped her release. Her parole hearing was supposed to be a slam-dunk. Natalie had sold everything she had to bribe the warden, but her freedom would be worth it. But now Natalie twisted futilely in her shackles as the chairman gently teased her clitoris while the other man slowly worked his fingers into her wet sex. "Do you see how easily she lubricates, gentlemen?" Holly observed. "Randy little slut, isn't she?" "Disgusting!" the chairman scolded. "I've never seen such shamelessness." "Release is out of the question," the other man agreed. "This little slut belongs behind bars!" Holly flipped the button on the intercom and summoned another guard. "Could you ask Miss Pigton to come up here? It seems that Natalie's been doing NAUGHTY things with Barbara's husband, and I think she needs a lesson in what happens to randy home wreckers." Holly smiled down at her cousin. "And tell Peggy to bring the razor strap." The strap! Natalie was going to get the strap! In front of the parole board! "Have you ever disciplined anyone with a razor strap, Barbara?" Holly asked. "No, but I'm anxious to learn," the woman said, grimly. But Natalie had a more immediate concern. She started to groan as the chairman's teasing fingers pushed her into an orgasm. "Have your fun while you can, you little slut," Barbara hissed. "I can assure you that every time you sit down you'll be thinking of me!" Edited by C. Lakewood