Man of The Law

This short story is completely fictional. Any of the events that take place in this story are not based on real life situations. It was the summer of '10 and I had sought out a career in Corrections. I had just graduated and I had to wait a couple of weeks to turn 19 before I could start the application process. Things went pretty smoothly and I was hired in a couple months. I was 19 with a good paying job and was set to be on my own. The only catch was I worked for the state and they could transfer me anywhere they wanted in the state. Sure enough right after I got certified they shipped me up north, eight hundred miles away from home. It was a hard move for me because I had to leave everyone I knew behind, but I had to make the decision that was best for my future. The department of corrections was nice enough to have me an apartment set up and ready to go. I only had to pay for utilities as the rent was paid by the state. Since I had no friends I had a lot of time to sit at home and read my policies and procedures. Any issues that came up at work I had a solution to it. My captain noticed this and always gave me outstanding evaluations. I was employee of the month 4 times in a year and got a parking space next to the warden with a sign that read ?Employee of the month parking only?. This led me to get promoted to sergeant in 2 short years. I was 21 and already ranked higher than officer who had been there Başakşehir escort 6 or 7 years. One day I got called into my captain?s office and he said he had some good news for me. He told me that a position had opened for sergeant in my home city and that he already put the request in for a transfer. Three weeks later I was on a train heading back home to family and friends. I listened to my favorite artist on my mp3 as I looked out the window of the high speed moving train. When I got home my family and friends were waiting for me with hugs and kisses. I got settled into small apartments as I was saving money for a house. Prior to moving back home I had done little research on the facility I was moving to. You could see the confusion on my face when I entered the compound. It was a prison for women and women only. Not only was it an all women prison but it was much nicer than where I came from. It looked like a college campus. As I got a tour of the compound I witnessed inmates gardening and training service dogs. They even had a warehouse where they made prescription glasses that would be shipped all around the world. I was amazed how well behaved the inmates were, they all looked like sweet old ladies and soccer moms. I just couldn?t simply imagine that these were hardened criminals doing some serious time. I quickly made a name for myself and all the inmates seemed Bayrampaşa escort bayan to comply with my orders with a smile. I was later moved to the night shift because someone with seniority over me decided they wanted my shift. It wasn?t a problem for me because I liked staying up through the night anyway. The shift was 12 hours so I had a lot of time to get to know the inmates that were assigned to my dormitory. My dorm was a mix between an open bay housing unit and confinement. They had separate rooms with bunks and a door, no cells or bars. The way that the compound was set up you had no choice but to feel empathy for the inmates unless you were a heartless major pain. I had my favorite inmates that I always called on to do task for me. There was one which I particularly to favor to. She had been served 16 years because she killed her husband and his best friend. She explained the reasons behind her crime and*I felt sad for her because the very system I served had failed to protect her. As she told me the story she was crying and reached out to me for a hug. I took a quick look around to make sure no other officers or inmates were around to witness me embrace her hug. She held on to me tight and my face was buried in her hair. The scent of her hair took me by surprise, it smelled like passion fruit and was soft as a pillow. She stood at nearly 6 feet and had Escort Beşiktaş the figure of a cola bottle. She was in her late 30?s but could easily turn more heads than a teenage model. I had to fight back urges to squeeze her ass and stick my tongue down her throat. I felt my member getting hard and I quickly pushed her off me. She must have felt it too because stared at my crotch area before turning around and leaving promptly. I went home that day with a 3 day weekend ahead of me and plenty of time to think about what had just happened. I hadn't had any type of contact with an inmate like that before and I was not sure how to handle it. I thought about writing her up and getting her transferred to another facility but I just couldn?t bring myself to do it. She had already been through enough in her life and I didn?t want to add any more pain. I also found myself thinking how it would be without her and I couldn?t bear the thought of it. I even found myself fantasizing that it was her riding my dick and not the chick I had just met at the bar. I returned to work the following Monday and it felt like it was my first day, I had butterflies in my stomach. I sat down in my station and was going through inmate requests and letters that they often write me. I went through the request and I came across one from an inmate that wanted to trade rooms because she feared her bunk mate. This was the closest room the officer station so I was about to deny it because I knew anything serious wasn?t going on and she was probably just trying to move with a friend or lover. I was about to check ?not approved? when I saw where the inmate wanted to move. She wanted to trade places with ?her?, my heart started pounding and my breathing got hard.