PACIFIC BLUE RIDDLE by Joe Doe THIS STORY IS BASED ON "VIDCAPS 29" FROM THE PRISON GIRLS WEBSITE (http://www.prisongirls.de.vu). I NEVER SAW THE TV EPISODE AND AM NOT OVERLY FAMILIAR WITH THE SHOW, WHICH IS NO LONGER AIRED. HOWEVER, THE SCENE DEPICTS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENARIOS: A LUSCIOUS UNDERCOVER FEMALE POLICE OFFICER SENT IN TO INVESTIGATE A CORRUPT PRISON. THE LOVELY LAW OFFICER, INNOCENT OF ANY CRIME, EXPERIENCES THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LAW AS SHE IS MERCILESSLY SUBJECTED TO THE SHAMEFUL INDIGNITIES OF PRISON LIFE. THE GUARDS, UNAWARE OF HER TRUE IDENTITY, VIEW HER AS JUST ANOTHER PRETTY BAUBLE TO STRIP AND SHOWER, PROBE, AND HUMILIATE. STRIPPED OF HER AUTHORITY, HER BADGE, AND HER GUN, THE ONCE POWERFUL POLICEWOMAN IS HELPLESS TO RESIST WHEN THE DREADED ORDER COMES FOR HER TO STRIP. DEEPLY CONSCIOUS OF THE INJUSTICE OF HER SITUATION, SHE IS NONETHELESS FORCED TO SLOWLY DISROBE, GARMENT BY GARMENT, UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYES OF THE LUSTFUL GUARDS. A NUMBER OF PEOPLE REQUESTED A VIDEO OR EVEN JUST A TRANSCRIPT OF THE DIALOGUE FROM THE SCENES IN QUESTION, BUT NO ONE HAS RESPONDED. INSTEAD OF WHINING AND WONDERING, I DECIDED TO INVENT MY OWN SCENARIO.... ****************************** Warden Wilmer Weesel looked down at the picture in the portfolio with a mixture of lust and resentment. Officer Chris Kelly was beautiful, to be sure, but what business did she have running an undercover operation in his prison? The warden bristled as he recalled their previous meeting. First off, he didn't appreciate the way they'd summoned him to police headquarters like he was some sort of errand boy. Then, Kelly and her boss had announced her 3-month undercover assignment as if it were a foregone conclusion...as if waltzing into HIS prison were her right. Weesel detested Officer Kelly's smug and superior attitude. He had seen her type come and go: smart "college girl" cops who treated the working class people in the prison system like dirt under their pedicured feet. He looked at the picture of the beautiful blonde officer and smiled. Waltzing into his prison would be easy. Waltzing out again would be another matter.... Chris had shown up for the meeting in the same casual clothing that she was wearing in the portfolio photo on the warden's desk: blue shorts, sneakers, and white t-shirt. The suit-and-tie warden had found her casual outfit as insulting as her attitude. Women in his prison knew the meaning of respect, and no female prisoner would dare to sit down until given permission. He fumed as he recalled the cocky Officer Kelly leaning back in her chair and putting her feet up on the desk as she patronizingly lectured him. He frowned as he looked at her picture again. What was some bike babe doing on an undercover assignment anyway? Shouldn't she be peddling around looking for litterbugs? She looked tough with her badge pinned to her belt. "I wonder if she'll look as tough when I take her badge and gun away?" he mused. When she had mentioned that she wouldn't be contacting anyone outside the prison unless it was an emergency, the warden had tried to explain that no phone calls were allowed at all during the first 6 months. But she had talked right over him. He knew her kind all too well. As a police officer, she considered herself to be miles above the "turnkeys" who ran the state's prison system. Why should she listen to him? She was a police officer. Well, this time it would cost her. Since phone calls and visitors weren't allowed, she would be on her own.... She had stressed over and over the importance of maintaining her cover, and she had made the warden and the head guard, Tom Winston, swear repeatedly not to reveal her identity for any reason. "I get the point, Kelly," Warden Weasel had finally said, sharply. "I'm not stupid." "I wouldn't use the word 'stupid,' Weesel," Kelly had replied, arrogantly. "But this is a police matter, and you should listen instead of talk." The warden bit his tongue. Like most college girls, the pretty blonde officer had all the answers. Well, soon she'd be just another pretty little jailbird in his cage. And he, too, had a few answers. He buzzed his secretary and asked her to send up his new head guard. Tom Winston hadn't been his first choice; he was far too earnest for Weesel's tastes. But, since he was the only other person who knew Chris Kelly's true identity, he had to bring him in on the arrangements. When Winston arrived, the warden got right to business. "Tom, I believe that undercover officer is arriving today," he said, with a carefully feigned casualness. "Will she be processed through our standard intake procedure?" "I set her up as a prison transfer," Tom replied. "She was very specific about wanting to avoid intake." "I wonder if that's such a good idea," the warden said, thoughtfully. "My first duty is to preserve her cover, and I think the other prisoners are more likely to believe that she is just another con if they see her processed through the regular channels." The guard looked doubtful. "Are you sure about that, sir?" he asked. "I mean...our standard intake procedure is...rather rough. I'd hate to put a policewoman through all that." "Your reluctance proves my point," the warden countered. "Her intake SHOULD be as humiliating as possible, to remove any possible doubt that she's who she purports to be." Why anyone WOULD doubt her identity at this stage was a mystery to Tom, but he knew better than to argue with his imperious boss. "Is Officer Dyke working today?" Warden Weasel asked. "Perhaps she should supervise Kelly's intake." "Yes, sir, she is on duty. But she was transferred to a desk pending an investigation into those sexual assault charges." "Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about those charges, Tom. I want them dropped immediately. The idea that some bimbo convict can impugn the integrity of a fine officer like Miss Dyke with trumped up charges is an outrage." Tom scratched his head, doubtfully. "I think there's a bit more to it than that, sir. There's testimony from several other guards, plus the videotapes she made of that forced lesbian sex show. And then there's her practice of taking prisoners over her knee...." "I said that I want those charges DROPPED!" the warden thundered. "Drop the charges, and transfer her back to intake before Kelly arrives. I need a matron who isn't afraid to slap a few bare fannies every now and then." "Well, sir, as you know she tends to single out blonde inmates for her cavity searches. I was concerned that Officer Kelly might fall victim to...." "Drugs are a serious business, Mr. Winston, and everyone is a suspect. If our head matron decides that Kelly's profile warrants special attention, then that's the way it has to be. Besides, Miss Dyke might not even notice her." Tom highly doubted that the leggy and attractive Officer Kelly would escape the lesbian guard's attention, but he was discreet. "Sir, you do understand what your decision means, don't you? Since she's no longer a transfer, Kelly will have to...undress." "Oh...really?" Warden Weesel said, innocently. "I had no idea. Tell me, will she have to take off...much?" "Uh..she'll have to take off everything." The warden pretended to browse through some papers on his desk. "Well, I suppose that can't be helped," he remarked, casually. "After all, rules are rules." "Officer Dyke loves to march them past the male guards in nothing but their little pink towels," Tom said. "Then she takes them to the shower area." "The shower area?" Warden Weasel asked, rhetorically. "Well, I suppose cleanliness is next to...." "With all due respect, sir, it's not about cleanliness," Tom interrupted. "It's about power. Miss Dyke makes the girls stand in front of the showers wearing nothing but their towels. The she looks them up and down...real slow. She really takes her time. It's pretty obvious that she isn't looking for weapons." "Obvious to you, maybe," Weesel said, dismissively. "I don't see anything wrong with a guard whose takes an interest in her work." Weesel tried to keep his voice casually indifferent, but the image of the proud policewoman being ogled by the butch prison matron left him highly aroused. He smiled as he imaged the blushing Chris Kelly, naked save for the worn, itchy towel, squirming in helpless humiliation as Miss Dyke's eyes slowly traveled up her long bare legs.... It was Kelly's and abrasive attitude that made her humiliation so thrilling. It was obvious from their meeting that she was used to being in control. THAT would change during intake! Her undercover role had stripped her of her badge and her authority. Warden Weesel's intake process would strip her of her everything else... Her privacy would be the first to go. Stripping to the bare skin in front of the leering lesbian matron would be a shameful indignity for the powerful and independent policewoman. But, as far as the prison system was concerned, Chris Kelly was a now just another convicted criminal. Her modesty and dignity were of no concern… As a police officer she was used to wielding power; she was a leader, not a victim. But convict 3738-3838-84478 would be nothing more than an amusing piece of eye candy for Miss Dyke, just another blushing blonde bimbo to poke and probe, whose obvious embarrassment would make her forced striptease all the more entertaining.... The little princess had planned to float above it all. There would be no strip search for her. Oh no, that would be too degrading. Our luscious law officer's incarceration was to be as antiseptic as a trip to Disneyland, just an amusing story to tell her sorority sisters at the alumnae reunion. Warden Weesel smiled as he imagined the look of surprise on Chris Kelly's face as the guards handed her the box for her clothes. When the warden saw her horrified expression on his video monitor, it would be his turn to be amused. Weesel imagined the look on her pretty face as she scampered barefoot across the cold concrete. Although it might have been more efficient to locate the stripping area closer to the showers, parading the scantily clad inmates past the lunchroom was a popular tradition. Warden Weesel had manoeuvred the schedule so that Chris Kelly would be admitted on a Friday. On Fridays, the male inmates were brought in to scrub the floors. Officer Kelly's audience would be large and appreciative. "Look at the new fish!" "She can bait me anytime!" "Here, pussy! Pussy! Pussy!" "Hey, Goldilocks! Don't look so sad. I'll come visit you every night." Miss Dyke would sometimes add to the fun by "accidentally" snagging an inmate's towel with her finger as the con hurriedly raced past the laughing, jeering men. The woman would always try to retrieve her towel, of course, and Miss Dyke would reward her impertinence with a sharply delivered slap across her bare fanny and a harsh command to "MOVE ON!" Would Officer Kelly be allowed to keep her flimsy pink towel, or would she be forced to run past the jeering men wearing nothing but a blush? As much as he enjoyed the suspense, it was a riddle that Warden Weesel would enjoy solving. Then, after she ran the lunchroom gauntlet, the fun would really begin. It would be time for her shower. Even if Kelly was naked in front of the lunchroom, Miss Dyke would return her towel when they got to the showers. After all, if she was kept naked ALL the time, then Officer Dyke would miss the fun of stripping her again. Officer Dyke always stripped the girls one at a time, and she followed a strict procedure: ogle, sly comment, towel drop, more ogling, turn, more sly comment, fanny slap, shower. The first ogle was the worst. Perhaps it was the sense of anticipation. Perhaps it was because the flimsy towel was somehow worse than being naked. Whatever the reason, it was clear that the female prisoners found Officer Dyke's slow visual examination unspeakably humiliating. Officer Dyke always punctuated the search with a sly comment complimenting the prisoner on her "trim figure" or "beautiful blue eyes" or something similar. The backhanded compliments were delivered like pickup lines. Miss Dyke's leering remarks were designed to demonstrate that, in this strange world, it wasn't just MALE lust that threatened them. What would Miss Dyke compliment Kelly on? Would it be her perky breasts? Her long blonde hair? Her shapely backside? Yet another riddle.... After the compliment, came the simple words that every prisoner was dreading. "Drop the towel." The line would be delivered casually, as if it were no big deal. Drop your towel, strip yourself naked, show me everything. Let me ogle you, and leer at you, and caress your body with my eyes. After all, you're nothing but a convicted criminal. I'm the LAW! "Drop the towel." Chris Kelly wouldn't WANT to drop the towel, of course. Who would? Dropping the towel would expose her to Miss Dyke's leering, lip-smacking inspection. But she would have no choice. Warden Weesel smiled as he imagined the towel slowly sliding down to form a sad little puddle at the humiliated policewoman's feet. Was Chris Kelly REALLY blonde? When the towel dropped, that riddle too would be solved. The shower wouldn't begin until Miss Dyke had finished her inspection: front view, side view, rear view. Miss Dyke's searching eyes would cover every inch of Kelly's luscious, naked body, and she would be powerless to hide or cover herself. When the show was over, it would be time for another critical review. Miss Dyke's second comment was usually more intimate and humiliating than the first. After all, there was no reason to be coy once the little slut was naked.... What would Miss Dyke say to her? Would she pass judgment on her breasts? Would she threaten to spank her cute little bottom if she misbehaved? Another riddle.... Eventually, of course, the fun and games would end, and Kelly would be allowed to turn around and shower. A humiliating SLAP of ownership would propel the naked blonde forward into the open shower stall. Miss Dyke would doubtlessly watch for a few moments as Chris Kelly began to rub herself with the burning, stinking delousing soap. As the matron in charge, she would make sure that the beautiful blonde didn't miss a single crack or crevice.... When Miss Dyke had extracted the maximum degree of humiliation from Kelly, she would move on to the next woman in line. The process would be repeated. After all, no matter how pretty Chris Kelly was, she was just another con. Warden Weesel hoped that Kelly wouldn't be the first in line. It would be so much more delicious if she were forced to stand by and helplessly wait her turn, contemplating the gross injustice of her predicament as Miss Dyke stripped her predecessors down one by one. Doubtlessly, the horrified undercover cop would spend the time hoping someone would come and correct this awful mistake. After all, she was a respected police officer, not some prison bimbo. Someone would save her. Wouldn't they? But no one would come. One by one, the women in front of her would be stripped... inspected... humiliated... showered... deloused. "NEXT!" As the women showered, Miss Dyke would walk up and down the line of shower stalls, inspecting their naked, soapy backsides as if the prison shower room was her own personal perverted peep show.... Which of course it was. Miss Dyke had the option of performing cavity searches on any or all of the girls. Warden Weesel smiled. If Miss Dyke had so much as brushed against Officer Kelly at the station, she could have been arrested for assaulting an officer. But once Chris Kelly passed through the front gate, the rules would be different. Miss Dyke would be legally empowered to strip Kelly naked and put her fingers inside her whenever she wanted. And, if Kelly resisted in any way, it would be SHE who was committing the crime. How delightful. Chris Kelly's cover story was that she had written bad checks. As a nonviolent prisoner with no history of drug use, there would be no reason to subject her to a humiliating and wholly unnecessary finger probing of her most intimate areas. Such an examination would be totally unwarranted and gratuitous, particularly since she was supposedly being transferred from another institution. But Warden Weesel didn't doubt for a moment that Officer Dyke would search her. The search was really a foregone conclusion. Kelly was Miss Dyke's type: strong, blonde, and athletic. The defiant and cocky look in Kelly's eyes would make her a natural target. Miss Dyke relished breaking the spirits of proud and independent college girls like her. The warden imagined Kelly gritting her teeth in humiliation as the butch lesbian slowly worked her greasy digit in and out, in and out...around...up...down...in again...now out. Like the rest of the procedure, Miss Dyke's search would be slow and luxurious. Officer Tom's annoying voice brought the warden back from his mental revels. "In terms of her cell assignment I assumed we would put her in minimum security. She's supposed to form a relationship with Cindy Marigold to discover where her boyfriend hid the robbery money. I was going to make them cellmates." "Let's not be so hasty," Warden Weesel said, slightly annoyed that Tom had interrupted his fantasy. "This is a 3-month assignment, so the first step is to establish her credentials with the other prisoners. Let's move her into maximum security and put her in with Tony, Bertha, and Maxine." "Those three fat lesbians?" Tom said, clearly shocked. "The reason there's an opening in their cell is that they put their last cellmate in the infirmary when she finally refused to go down on them. They'll eat Officer Kelly alive." "Actually, it'll be Officer Kelly who'll be doing the eating," Warden Weesel thought as he tried to disguise his delight. Maxine was a former professional wrestler, Tony was a roller derby queen, and Bertha was just plain mean. It wouldn't take the three of them long to turn Kelly into a good little rug muncher. "Officer Kelly can take care of herself," the warden huffed. "Besides, those three pretty much run maximum security, so if she earns their favor the other convicts will fall into line." Tom shook his head. There was a certain twisted logic in the warden's argument. However, the way that Kelly would "earn their favor" was MOST unappetizing. "I've assigned her to work in the library, so she can be closer to Cindy Marigold," Tom said. "That will never do," Warden Weasel objected. "Bertha, Maxine, and Tony will keep her up all night, and she'll be much too tired to work in the library. Let's give her a job in the fields picking cotton. The fresh air and sunshine will do her a world of good. Make sure that Officer Nerdly is her supervisor." Although Tom was too new at his job to know it, Officer Nerdly kept up peak production by liberally strapping the bare bottom of any girl who fell below his ridiculously high quota. Warden Weesel silently reveled in the image of the exhausted Kelly, fighting off sleep as she desperately tried to meet the ever-increasing quotas. Given Chris Kelly's shapely bottom, it would only be a matter of time before the creative Officer Nerdly found an excuse to strap her down over the punishment block for an old-fashioned fanny tanning. Warden Weesel made a mental note to verify that the video cameras in the punishment area could do close-ups. He wanted to see the look on Chris Kelly's face as Officer Nerdly teasingly rubbed the strap against her tender, bare fanny in preparation for the first stroke.... "That reminds me, Tom, tell my secretary to make sure the video cameras are turned on in the intake area," he said, once again trying to disguise the excitement in his voice. "I'll need to closely supervise Kelly's intake. Naturally I'll want the tapes retained for my personal collection." "You have...video cameras...in-in the intake area?" Tom stammered. "Cameras in the...shower room? In the delousing pit?" "Of course," the warden replied. "As Warden I need to keep an eye on every girl. Uh...I mean...on everything." "But, sir, do you really think...." "You're dismissed, Tom." Tom walked sadly out of the room. Warden Weesel crossed over to the window and looked longingly at the front gate. The intake van with the lithe and sassy Chris Kelly couldn't arrive soon enough. He had tried to tell that pompous bitch that Cindy Marigold would be paroled next Tuesday. But Kelly had interrupted him yet again with a story about her daring exploits. When he tried to explain once more that her assignment was pointless, she interrupted him to brag about how her undercover assignment was going to rocket her to yet another promotion. After two quick knocks, the door opened, and his secretary popped in. "The cameras are fully operational, sir," she said, quietly. "Thank you, Amy," he said. She was a college coed, the daughter of a detested neighbor, until the warden had arranged to have her framed on that bogus "disorderly driving" charge. He looked the blushing 19-year-old girl up and down and smiled. "Why don't you stop by this afternoon for a little...dick-tation." "Yes, sir," the blushing prisoner said, staring at her shoes. He smiled. After watching Kelly's intake he would be ready for a little stress relief, and Amy was the perfect girl to provide it. No doubt, after a few weeks of picking cotton, Kelly would be anxious to exchange time in the cotton fields for a little "dick-tation" as well. He scowled as he recalled the way they had summoned him. His political connections were far more powerful than Pacific Blue, and he could have shut the assignment down with a single phone call. But, if a lovely little cupcake like Kelly wanted to place herself under his thumb, who was he to argue? He wondered, idly, What on earth she was going to do in prison for three months with no assignment to work on and no backup? The warden smiled as he watched the white prison van drive through the gates. "That's a riddle I'll be happy to help her solve," he murmured. "Fiddle-dee-dee," he chuckled. Edited by C. Lakewood