Jail Break

Jessica walked up to the front of the faceless grey hulk of the prison and pressed the intercom at the staff entrance. The day was already bright, sunny and hot despite the early hour but this did little to alleviate the drab monolith in front of her, its walls topped with razor wire and the tireless all seeing cameras.

The intercom crackled to life, ‘Who is it please?’ said a bored sounding voice.
‘Jessica’ she replied, standing in front of the camera mounted in the door and brandishing her security pass.

There was a sound of bolts being drawn back electronically and the door swung open allowing Jessica to enter the prison. Two guards were there to meet her and escort her to the Warden’s office where she worked, and they both looked her up and down.

‘You sure Warden Makepeace won’t bawl you out for wearing that?’ said one.

‘Oh for fuck’s sake it’s going to be like 95 degrees today and I’m not wearing trousers’.

Jessica was irritable. She was already late due to the traffic and this was making her later. Anyway who the hell did these meatheads think they were? she thought to herself.

‘If the Warden has a problem with my attire I’ll take it up with him’.

Jessica looked in the mirror and smoothed her clothing down. She was wearing a pretty, lightweight dress with a small flower print that was sleeveless and hugged her slim figure perfectly. It was short, but not obscenely so and came to around 4 inches above the knee, showing off her long legs to perfection, while her white, high heeled sandals finished off the ensemble, pushing her calves into a sexy shape. She had not dressed specifically to tease, but this oppressively hot weather required light clothes and she was damned if she was going to sit in the office with its dodgy air con feeling like she was about to melt.

Another buzzer sounded at the inner door and it swung open, leading through to the main complex of the prison. Jessica followed the two guards, her thick, long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and halfway down her back and entered the main hall. The serried ranks of cells stretched around and above her but there was no sound from the inmates. When Jessica had started this job, she had been greeted by whistles, catcalls and crude remarks but Warden Makepeace had punished those responsible severely so now no one dared to make a comment, but they still watched.

As Jessica walked across the complex, her footsteps echoed in the empty space. She flicked her eyes from side to side and could see the men watching intently like a pride of lions stalking their prey. She had guessed that today’s outfit would attract more attention than usual and she wasn’t wrong. The men viewed her with naked lust, undressing her with their eyes and Jessica found to her surprise that she was extremely turned on by being an object of desire for all these dangerous, horny, sex starved men. By the time she got to the other side of the complex and had passed through the security door she could feel dampness in her knickers and was acutely aware of her hard nipples showing through the thin material of her dress.

Warden Makepeace looked up as Jessica entered the office.

‘Sorry I’m late Warden, the traffic was hell his morning’ she said as she sat down behind her desk and flicked her computer on.

Makepeace looked at her intently, resting his chin on steepled fingers.

‘Jessica, I don’t make dress code rules for fun’. ‘We have a difficult situation here at the moment, the prison is overcrowded and anything can spark off a disturbance’. ‘You must realise that a highly attractive lady like yourself dressed like that could cause…..problems, fights’.

‘Warden, it is going to be 95 degrees and you expect me to sit in this sweatshop in a suit?’. Jessica’s voice was level but held more than a hint of barely suppressed temper.

Makepeace picked up on this. ‘The engineer has promised to fix the aircon this week’ he said in a more conciliatory tone but I would appreciate it if you could come to work more appropriately dressed’.

Jessica sighed to herself. To be honest that was pretty mild by Makepeace’s standards as he had been known to go crazy over minor infringements of the rules, so she settled down to look at her inbox and type up a growing pile of reports, assessments, care plans….everything the modern penal system seemed to throw up these days.

Makepeace looked at Jessica as he organised the paperwork on his desk. He admired her efficiency and the cool, unflustered way in which she handled the pressures of the job. He had four Personal Assistants before she came, none of whom stuck it for longer than a few months so he gave Jessica a bit more latitude than he normally would. He watched her legs under the desk as she stretched them, her skirt riding a little higher and affording him a view of her pale, shapely thigh. His cock stirred in his trousers and he hurriedly looked away in case she caught him looking at her and looked at the latest Government forms he was supposed to fill in or ‘death by red tape’ as he called them.

Jessica concentrated on reducing the pile in her in tray with some success although the wheezy air conditioning was simply not coping with the summer heat and the temperature in the office was rising uncomfortably causing her to feel clammy. She got up to go to the bathroom to get some cool water to dab herself with just as a siren abruptly started wailing in the yard.

Makepeace stabbed a few numbers into his phone.
‘Security, what’s going on?’ he said calmly
‘There’s a disturbance in C wing sir, a fight has broken out and spread over the whole floor’. ‘We have sealed off the wing and it seems to be OK for now’.
‘Very good’ said Makepeace curtly. ‘Call me immediately if you have an update’.

‘Anything we need to worry about?’ asked Jessica.
‘Apparently not’ he replied looking thoughtful. ‘I’m going across to the security centre to look at the remote camera pictures and if I think there is any danger I’ll send guards to get you out as quickly as possible’.
‘Thanks’ she said as Makepeace strode off purposefully down the corridor.

Jessica continued to try and concentrate but it was simply impossible with the infernal racket of the siren so she poked her head out of the office to see if she could see anything of what was happening and walked to the connecting door to the main block. There was little she could see through the small glass portal but the noise from the inmates was deafening. However, the guards were situated in the centre of the hall and the cells were still locked so everything appeared to be under control. Having satisfied herself there was no immediate cause for alarm she returned to her office and once again picked up the report she had been working on.

In C wing the situation was worsening for the prison staff.