




                  MARCY'S BAD STROKE OF LUCK

                             by 

                           Joe Doe


WHEN AN ERRANT KEYSTROKE ON A COMPUTER TERMINAL TRANSFORMS HER 
INTO "MARC," POOR MARCY IS TURNED OVER TO MALE GUARDS FOR HER 
STRIP SEARCH.  SHE TRIES TO EXPLAIN THE MISTAKE, BUT RULES ARE 
RULES. 

IF YOU REMEMBER "MARCY'S FIRST TIME," BY DUDLEY_3, YOU MAY 
RECALL THAT MARCY IS AN EXHIBITIONISTIC JOURNALISM GRAD STUDENT 
WHO SECRETLY ENJOYS BEING STRIP-SEARCHED DURING HER VISITS TO 
THE LOCAL PRISON.  HERE IS A HIGHLY FICTIONAL (!) CONTINUATION 
OF OUR INTREPID HEROINE'S ADVENTURES.

		****************************** 

Marcy Johnson was a graduate student in Journalism.  As a teaching 
assistant, she taught undergraduate students Journalism 101.  And, 
like any teacher, she liked some of her students more than others.

One semester Marcy had two football players in her class whom she 
absolutely detested.  Dirk Blockheader and Biff Thugge showed up 
late, talked though class, and generally created a nuisance.  They 
also frequently made sexist or racist remarks directed against 
women, minorities, and, in particular, homosexuals.

It was this last that gave Marcy an idea for revenge.  All of the 
students were required to conduct an interview, approved by her, 
in order to receive credit for the class.  Needless to say, Dirk 
and Biff couldn't think of a single idea, so she suggested that 
they accompany her on an interview to the local prison.

From her previous visits, Marcy knew that, if she requested to see 
the inmate alone, a strip-search would automatically be triggered.  
That meant that her two super macho delinquents would not only 
have to strip naked, they would have to endure a humiliating rectal 
cavity search by a male prison guard.

Marcy wouldn't get to watch, of course, just as they wouldn't be 
allowed to watch her strip-search.  But, as soon as they were 
searched, she knew that the two delinquents would be in her power.  
If Marcy decided to reveal the details of their journalistic 
"probing" to the class, their macho reputations around campus, 
and on the football team, would be ruined.

When they first arrived at the prison, they were given a brief 
orientation by the Prison Information Officer, since this was the 
first visit by the two students.  All three of them were dropped 
off in the reception area for male prisoners, which made sense to 
Marcy because they were visiting a male inmate. 

The bored guard at the desk asked if they wanted to see the 
prisoner alone, and Marcy replied that they did.  She sat on a 
bench with her two students, fully expecting that a matron would 
arrive shortly and separate her from the two males for her search. 

Two male guards finally did arrive, a large, burly young man and a 
swarthy, skinnier one.  The two correction officers were herding 
three shackled men in orange jumpsuits who were being transferred 
into the facility. 

The larger guard, who seemed to be in charge, ordered the inmates 
to stand against the far wall.  As soon as he looked over to the 
bench where Marcy and her students were sitting, he immediately 
broke into a huge grin and instantly made a beeline over to them.  
Marcy noticed that Dirk and Biff were also smiling back at him 
with idiot grins on their faces. 

The large guard and Marcy's two students quickly exchanged what 
looked like some kind of "secret fraternity handshake," and then 
they all burst into laughter.

It turned out that the guard, Rock Harden, knew both Dirk and Biff. 
Rock had been in their fraternity and on the football team until 
his academic problems got so bad that not even the coach could 
cover for him, and he was forced to drop out and "get a job at 
this dump," as he put it. 

Rock seemed delighted to see his two old friends.  Marcy could see 
that he was eager to relive memories of his past glories and to 
escape, even for a moment, his dreary new "career."  Concerned to 
see his friends sitting in the reception area of the prison, he 
asked them what they were doing there.  Biff quickly explained 
their "stupid school assignment," pointed contemptuously to 
Marcy, and rolled his eyes.  This whole time, Marcy had been 
sitting quietly on the bench observing the backslapping football 
reunion, and Rock hadn't even noticed her, since she was a mere 
girl in this macho fraternity.

Rock walked over to the counter and asked the duty officer for the 
processing paperwork on the visitors, and the guard handed it over. 
Rock seemed puzzled at first as he reviewed the paperwork, and 
looked at Marcy several times as he scanned the forms, as if he 
was checking something.  Finally he motioned the visitors to come 
to the other side of the room.  Accordingly, Marcy, Biff, and Dirk 
got up and went over to talk with him, but he told Marcy to stay 
there on the bench because he, Dirk, and Biff needed to discuss 
some "fraternity business."  She was more than a little resentful, 
but, since Rock was in charge, she dutifully sat back down on the 
bench. 

Rock took Biff and Dirk as far away from Marcy as possible, and 
the three of them soon started whispering and giggling like 
schoolboy conspirators.  She couldn't hear what they were saying, 
but they would occasionally look back at her, and she had no doubt 
that she was part of the conversation.  It was also obvious to her 
that Rock was a perfect match for her two obnoxious students, and 
the three of them were as intellectually indistinguishable from 
each other as the Hardy Boys.

She was more concerned as she looked at the three inmates, who 
were openly ogling her as she sat alone on the bench.  The other 
correctional officer stood in front of them, and he had obviously 
forbidden them from speaking, but that didn't keep them from 
smiling at Marcy and undressing her with their eyes.

One of the randy prisoners even went so far as to make sucking and 
kissing sounds, until the correctional officer ordered him to knock 
it off.  The man quieted down, but the intentions of the three men 
were obvious, and Marcy found herself in the unusual position of 
being anxious for the matron to arrive and take her off for her 
strip search. 

A very attractive woman, Marcy had toned it down a bit, since she 
knew she would be in the male section of the prison.  She had even 
gone so far as to purchase some underwear specifically for today's 
visit.  This was unusual since she usually didn't wear underwear 
and, in fact, was an exhibitionist at heart.  But the purpose of 
today's adventure was to humiliate Dirk and Biff, not to cause a 
riot when she walked through the prison.

At last Rock and the two delinquent students decided to break up 
their frat party, and Rock went to the corner and picked up six 
plastic crates.  Marcy recognized them from previous visits as 
the boxes that would be used to hold their clothes doing the strip 
search.  She smiled to herself, pleased that the humiliation was 
about to begin for Biff and Dirk. 

Sure enough, Rock gave two of the cartons to Biff and Dirk, and 
told them to go sit on the bench next to Marcy.  The two jocks 
meekly complied, and Marcy smiled.

Rock next handed a carton to each of the three prisoners and told 
the swarthy guard to escort the prisoners into the next room for 
their search. 

Finally, Rock handed Marcy the last crate, much to her surprise.  
He then casually told them to "go into the next room so that we 
can search all three of you." 

Marcy felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at the grinning 
guard in disbelief.  She immediately stated that she was NOT going 
to be searched by him, and she was certainly NOT going to be 
searched in front of two of her male students and three horny 
male prisoners. 

Rock smiled and handed her the visitors sheet, which had their 
names listed:

VISITOR Blockheader, Dirk 
VISITOR Thugge, Biff
VISITOR Johnson, Marc 

Rock explained that someone had mistyped "Marcy" as "Marc" and, as 
a result, they'd had no reason to schedule a matron to come over 
here, to this section of the prison.  He added that, since there 
was no matron available, he had "no choice" but to conduct Marcy's 
search "personally."  He tinged his voice with mock regret, but 
she could tell from the smiles on the faces of the three frat 
brothers that they had obviously decided to take advantage of the 
typo.

"I sure don't WANT to strip you BUTT NAKED, Miss," Rock said, 
oozing insincerity.  "But, like you're always telling the boys 
here, rules are rules."  The boys smiled, pleased that one of 
their teacher's clichés had been turned back on upon her.

After confirming the error, Marcy hotly pointed out that, though 
Rock might not have a choice about the rules, she sure as hell did. 
She bustled over to the desk and asked the duty officer to call 
the Prison Information Officer.

Although Marcy was an exhibitionist, and there was a part of her 
that would have been thrilled at being strip searched by a male 
guard, she had no intention of prancing around naked in front of 
these three sexist Neanderthals.  A little embarrassment in front 
of a stranger was one thing, but absolute debasement in front of 
sworn enemies was totally another.

After two or three minutes, the Prison Information Officer 
returned, and Marcy explained the situation.  Naturally, the 
PIO completely agreed with her, and he curtly told Rock that 
she needed to have her search conducted by a matron. 

Rock objected that there was no matron available. 

The PIO was starting to get annoyed with everyone, and said, 
impatiently, "I have a lunch date with the warden, and I don't 
have time to screw around with this.  Rock, you figure it out."  

Marcy was wise enough to know that she wasn't going to like ANY 
plan that Rock and his two moronic frat brothers devised for her 
search.  And, because of her past mishaps, she insisted that 
the PIO give Rock written instructions, so as to avoid any 
"misunderstandings" like the ones she had experienced during 
previous visits to the prison.

The PIO dutifully got a sheet of paper from the desk and scribbled 
a note to Rock.  But Marcy was a journalist, and she repeatedly 
objected to the wording as "too vague," even after numerous 
corrections were made.  Finally, the exasperated administrator let 
her write out the instructions herself, and she carefully crafted 
a document with no room for misinterpretation:

	MARCY JOHNSON IS TO HAVE HER STRIP-SEARCH PERFORMED BY 
	A FEMALE, IN A ROOM THAT HAS BEEN SET ASIDE, SEPARATE 
	FROM THE MALE SEARCHES, AND HAS BEEN MADE APPROPRIATE 
	FOR FEMALE SEARCHES.  THERE MUST BE NO MALES PRESENT 
	IN THE EXAM ROOM DURING THE SEARCH.  (THIS MEANS NO 
	MALE GUARDS, MALE CONVICTS, OR MALE VISITORS.) 
 
	MARCY JOHNSON'S PARTY IS TO BE SEARCHED IMMEDIATELY, AND 
	SHE IS NOT TO BE LEFT NAKED FOR ANY EXTENDED PERIOD OF 
	TIME.  THE GUARDS MAY NOT CONSULT OTHER PRISON PERSONNEL 
	IN AN EFFORT TO CHANGE THESE INSTRUCTIONS IN ANY WAY. 
 
	MARCY'S INMATE INTERVIEW SHOULD BEGIN NO LATER THAN 12:45.

The annoyed PIO dutifully signed the note and then asked, with 
some sarcasm, "permission to meet the warden for lunch now."  
Appeased, Marcy nodded and thanked him for his help. 

She handed the note to Rock in triumph, confident that her writing 
skills had allowed her to plug every loophole: 
1) Her search would be conducted by a female.
2) No males would be present in the room. 
3) Her search was to be conducted in a separate room. 
4) It was to be done immediately, so Rock had no time to get tricky. 
5) The instructions couldn't be changed. 

She had also set a time limit.  She was conscious of the long 
periods that she had been left naked on previous searches and 
didn't want to give the frat boys any extended opportunities 
for mischief.

She was confident that her superior intellectual abilities had 
outsmarted the frat boy's crude attempts to strip her of her 
dignity.  

Rock read the instructions frowning and quickly went into the 
other room to join his partner and the other three inmates. 

Marcy looked at her watch.  Whatever Rock was up to, he had better 
do it quickly.  It was already 12:15, and there was less than 30 
minutes to go before her interview was supposed to start. 

From behind her, she heard Biff remark to Dirk under his breath 
that "she was such a bitch."  Marcy ignored the insult, taking 
comfort in the fact that, since her party was going to be searched 
first, the two macho studs would soon be spreading their butt 
cheeks under the watchful eyes of the three horny male prisoners 
who had harassed her.  She knew the hardened criminals were going 
to enjoy watching the two macho preppies probed. 

And she was going to enjoy describing what had happened to the 
class next week.

When Rock returned to the room, his whole demeanor had changed, 
and he asked Marcy and the two boys to accompany him into the 
next room with exaggerated courtesy.  Marcy didn't like the tone 
in his voice, but she obeyed, still confident that her explicit 
instructions prohibited any fraternity pranks.

Rock ushered them into the examination room where the three inmates 
were still awaiting their searches.  The three men were obviously 
pleased to see Marcy back, but she ignored their leering smiles.

Rock explained that, since there were no matrons available and 
Marcy's instructions had specified that her search had to be 
conducted by a "female," Rock was having a "trusty prisoner" 
brought over from the woman's block to perform the search.

Marcy had specifically used the common word "female" instead of 
"matron," because she didn't want to get into a semantic argument 
with Rock about the what the term "matron" meant, or have him 
suddenly announce that he was "a male matron" and try to perform 
the search himself.  She hadn't anticipated a search by a female 
prisoner, but knew that, technically, Rock was following the 
instructions, and there was very little she could do about it.

Rock then went over to the wall and drew back a large curtain that 
was covering a glass window, revealing an interrogation room on 
the other side.  He then asked Dirk and Biff to help him "get the 
separate interrogation room ready" for Marcy's search.  The two 
boys followed Rock into the hallway.

Marcy walked over to window and looked at the "separate room" in 
more detail.  It was a small room, with a table and three folding 
chairs.  It appeared to her that she was looking through one-way 
glass, so that the officers on her side of the mirror could see 
through to the prisoners, but the prisoners could see nothing.

There was a large boom microphone in the ceiling and video cameras 
mounted in two corners of the room.  Marcy looked at the wall on 
her side of the glass, and, sure enough, she saw a switch for 
activating the microphone in the interrogation room and a large 
button marked "RECORD" for videotaping the proceedings.

She was surprised when she saw Dirk, Biff, and Rock enter the 
interrogation room and immediately move the table and chairs 
against the wall.  About two minutes later, the three men carried 
in what looked like a medical exam table and set it down right in 
front of the window.

Marcy felt a chill.  It couldn't be!  They were setting up the 
exam table RIGHT IN THE WINDOW, where all of the males in the 
adjoining room would have a bird's eye view of her strip search. 

Marcy quickly reviewed her directions.  Her search was to be held 
in a room...

	THAT HAS BEEN SET ASIDE, SEPARATE FROM THE MALE SEARCHES, 
	AND HAS BEEN MADE APPROPRIATE FOR FEMALE SEARCHES.  THERE 
	MUST BE NO MALES PRESENT IN THE EXAM ROOM DURING THE SEARCH.   

She looked into the "separate room." Technically, there would be no 
males present in the actual room, but it made little difference. 

Dirk and Biff were laughing and joking while the two of them 
screwed the humiliating, shiny chrome stirrups onto the end of 
the exam table.  It was obvious that the widely splayed stirrups 
were their concept of the ideal way to make the room "appropriate" 
for Marcy's search.

Although they couldn't see her, it was clear the boys knew she 
was on the other side of the glass from the way they occasionally 
glanced into the mirror and smiled.  Biff even took out his 
handkerchief and tauntingly "spit-polished" the metal stirrups, 
as if he were putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece.

Dirk made a big show of laying a rubber glove on the small table 
in the corner, and of removing the lid from a large jar of 
lubricant.

Rock then went out into the hallway and returned with the female 
inmate who would conduct the search.  Marcy recognized her 
immediately as Bertha, a tough bull dyke con whom Marcy had 
interviewed during a previous visit.  Bertha was mean and lean, 
and had a reputation as a sexual predator among the other female 
inmates.  Those other cons were clearly afraid of her, and Marcy 
had remembered the way Bertha had eyed her up and down during their 
interview, boldly asking Marcy if she'd ever had "a girlfriend." 

The thought that this dangerous felon and notorious troublemaker 
was a "trusty" was clearly laughable.  Rock had clearly picked 
her because she was the one female inmate who was even more macho 
than Dirk and Biff. 

Rock, Dirk, and Biff left the smiling Bertha in the makeshift exam 
room and re-entered the room that the horrified Marcy was standing 
in.  Pointing at the stirrups on the exam table, Biff said, 
sarcastically, "Your steed awaits, Princess." 

Rock smiled and went to the wall panel next to where Marcy was 
standing.  He turned on the microphone and pressed the "RECORD" 
button on the wall, and then turned and smiled at the 
thunderstruck Marcy.

She heard Bertha's voice come over the speakers in the room: 

"Here, PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY!  Here, PUSSY, PUSSY, PUSSY!"

Marcy looked through the glass.  Bertha was crooking her finger as 
if playfully beckoning Marcy into the exam room.

Rock turned to the guard who was with the other three inmates, all 
of whom were sniggering with delight as they stood against the 
wall.  "Let the new fish go up to the window with Dirk and Biff," 
Rock directed.  "No reason they shouldn't enjoy the show, too."

Marcy tried to call a halt to the proceedings, demanding to see the 
warden or the PIO.  Rock reminded her that they were at lunch, and 
that there remained only 20 more minutes for searching her "sweet 
little ass."  Besides, Rock reminded her pointedly, NO ONE could 
countermand the instructions that Marcy herself had so carefully 
laid out.

"And," he added, "rules are rules."

Rock took Marcy by the arm and dragged her towards the door.  
All at once, she heard Biff's voice behind her, "Wait Rock!  
WE CAN'T DO THIS," he said, earnestly.  Surprised, Rock let 
go of Marcy's arm.

She turned around expectantly.  IT HAD BEEN A JOKE!  She'd been 
saved!  Biff was going to call the whole thing off.  They were 
not going to strip-search her after all.

Biff smiled, obviously enjoying the look of hope on her face.  He 
picked up the cheap plastic carton that she had left on the floor 
and placed it in her hands.

"You forgot your carton, Miss Johnson," he said, with mock 
politeness.  Then he winked at her.

As Marcy stared, dumbstruck, at the humiliating carton that was now 
in her hands, Rock quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her into the 
next room, where Bertha awaited. 

As Marcy had suspected, the interrogation room itself had a one-way 
mirror.  She couldn't see the men on the other side of the wall, 
but she knew that they could see her. 

Marcy swallowed.  Soon they would see ALL of her.

"It's nice to see you again," Bertha said, thinly.

She grabbed Marcy and shoved her directly in front of the one-way 
mirror.  Then she playfully whispered in Marcy's ear.  "So you 
like to play Lois Lane, do you?  Well, Superman ain't gonna 
save that sweet candy ass of yours today, fish!  You're just 
the same as a con now, college girl, and now Bertha asks the 
questions...and gives the orders!"  The convict was obviously 
relishing her newfound authority over the successful career woman.  

Bertha's voice turned cold.  "Strip down to your birthday suit!" 
she snapped.  "EVERYTHING OFF...  NOW!"

Marcy quickly complied.  Purse, shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, bra, 
panties...one by one each item found its way into the impersonal 
black carton, while Bertha watched, arms folded, with a highly 
amused expression on her face.

Marcy knew that the audience on the other side of the glass was 
enjoying the show even more, and she felt herself shudder as she 
dropped her panties and stood stark naked in front of the window.

But, despite the total humiliation of doing a forced striptease in 
front of the disgusting jocks -- or perhaps because of it -- she 
felt a strange feeling starting between her legs. 

There was no doubt about it.  She was getting excited.

Bertha took the box with Marcy's clothes and put it in the hallway 
so that Rock could search for contraband.  The thought of Rock 
pawing the soggy crotch of her panties added in no small measure 
to Marcy's humiliation.

Bertha had been a con long enough to know the routine by heart, 
although she did put in a few variations just for Marcy's benefit.  
For one thing, Marcy faced the picture window, not Bertha.  Bertha 
knew that the men on the other side of the glass would do an ample 
job probing Marcy's hidden cavities with their eager eyes.

"Run your fingers through your hair."

"Open your mouth and twirl your tongue around."

"Lift your arms and turn completely around." 

Marcy's breasts were small and firm, so, on previous visits, the 
guard had skipped the humiliating command to lift up her breasts 
by the nipples.  Bertha didn't omit this part, and she even 
grabbed Marcy's nipples herself, claiming that she wasn't 
holding her "tits" high enough.

And, although Marcy had very little pubic hair, Bertha commanded 
her to run her fingers through her peach fuzz.  Once again, she 
didn't do it to Bertha's satisfaction, so Bertha showed her how. 

Then she ordered Marcy to "spread those pussy lips!  Wider!" 

Marcy complied, shuddering at the show she was providing for the 
men in the next room. 

On previous visits, both her vagina and rectum had been searched 
when she had been on all fours, and there had been no stirrups on 
the exam table.  But Bertha had decided to take full advantage of 
the equipment provided and told Marcy to "mount up, little cowgirl."

Marcy scampered up on the table and submissively put her feet into 
the cold stirrups that Biff and Dirk had so carefully prepared for 
her.  Her crotch was now directly in front of the picture window.  
From where she was lying, she could see the two cameras mounted in 
opposite corners of the room.  To her dismay, she noted that the 
red light on top of each camera was blinking.

Bertha SNAPPED! on her rubber glove and looked down at Marcy.  
"From the first time I saw you, college girl, walking in here all 
high and mighty, this is just the position I wanted to get you in," 
she cackled.  "With those creamy white thighs spread nice and wide, 
and your tight little pussy just waiting for my slippery finger."  

She spat on her gloved finger and smiled.

Although there was lubricant on the table, Bertha didn't use it, 
preferring to search Marcy with just her spit.  Fortunately, 
Marcy's exhibitionism had kicked in, and she had begun naturally 
lubricating herself during her forced striptease in front of the 
window.  It was a point not lost on Bertha.

"Hey, guys," she said, speaking directly to the window.  "Look at 
how juicy her gash is.  Little Miss Perfect is creaming all over 
my hand."  She held up her rubber-gloved hand, and Marcy blushed 
as she saw her juices glistening under the bright lights.

She tried to look away to avoid Bertha's mocking gaze and the 
humiliating mirror.  But, when she did that, she ended up staring 
at one of the cameras. 

Clearly, there was nowhere to turn.

Bertha quickly began to work Marcy's clit in little circles with 
experienced precision, being careful to stand to the side and 
slightly behind Marcy so as not to obstruct the view through the 
window.  Bertha knew just how to turn a girl on, and, although 
Marcy knew the intention was to humiliate her rather than stimulate 
her, she soon found herself shaking through a debilitating orgasm 
while Bertha's mocking laughter rang in her ears.

When Bertha finished masturbating her, she ordered Marcy to turn 
over and get on all fours, with her head down on the table and her 
hands spreading her bottom cheeks widely.  It was a pose straight 
out of a proctology textbook, and she knew the perverts in the next 
room were enjoying it immensely. 

Bertha enjoyed it as well, and she took her time probing Marcy's 
asshole.  Marcy noticed that Bertha skipped the search between 
her toes; obviously that portion of Marcy's anatomy held little 
interest for the bull dyke.

At last, Bertha announced Marcy was "clean" and ordered her off 
the table, punctuating her command with a painful slap to her bare 
bottom.  Bertha told her that her clothes were in the hallway and 
sarcastically thanked the furiously blushing girl for "washing" her 
glove. 

Bertha smiled.  "If you're ever busted for anything, me and my 
friends'll be sure to look you up."

And Marcy had no doubt of that. 

Marcy went out into the hallway, but the carton containing her 
clothes wasn't there.  Rock was there, however, and he explained 
that, to save time, they had moved her clothes to the room where 
she was going to be interviewing the prisoner.  The other guard 
had searched her clothes there. 

To her surprise, Rock then handcuffed Marcy's hands behind her 
back.

"Since you resisted me before, sweet cheeks, I'm going to have to 
restrain you until we get you to the interview room.  Your clothes 
are in the room at the end of the hallway.  Just follow the yellow 
line," he said, addressing Marcy as if she were an inmate.

Marcy demanded to be un-cuffed and given her clothes NOW!  Rock was 
NOT supposed to see her naked, she reminded him pointedly.

He grinned.  "You said that you weren't to have any males around 
while you were being searched, but you didn't say anything about 
AFTER the search.  Besides, it's faster if you get dressed in the 
interview room.  It's almost 12:45, and I know how important it 
is not to waste any of your valuable time."

He looked up and down the hall expectantly.  "Of course, if you 
want to stand outside here, butt-naked, with your hands cuffed 
behind your back and discuss this all day, Professor, that's up 
to you.  I think some inmates will be along here soon, but I'm 
sure you wouldn't mind that a bit."

She looked down the long corridor, towards the room at the end.  
It was a good 50 yards away, but she didn't want to waste time 
standing there naked arguing with Rock, since she knew someone 
might show up at any minute. 

Marcy turned and started walking slowly down the hall.  She felt 
a sharp, stinging slap on her behind.  "Hurry up, new fish!" Rock 
said, sharply.

So she ran down to the end of hall butt-naked, while Rock, amused, 
sauntered casually behind her.  She turned her back to the door 
and awkwardly tried to open it with her cuffed hands, but it was 
stuck.

What was worse, on Marcy's left side was a large picture window 
that opened into the inmates' TV Room, and on her right side was 
a sliding glass door to the prison's recreation yard.  She 
desperately tried to jiggle the door open, but the knob wouldn't 
budge.

It took the inmates on both sides only a few seconds to notice her, 
and soon at least 100 guys were leaning against the glass, hooting 
at her and calling out the rude remarks.  Once again, she had 
nowhere to run and no way to cover herself, and she decided it was 
better to just get the damn door open than to crouch naked in the 
corner.  Unfortunately, this meant giving the inmates a full 
frontal show while enduring their humiliating taunts and detailed
anatomical descriptions of what they wanted to do to her. 

At last Rock arrived.  "The door's locked, mastermind," he smirked. 
He took his time unlocking the door, and, once again, gave her a 
slap on the butt to usher her into the new room.

She ran into the room.  Seated at the table, looking her up and 
down as if she were a hunk of meat, was the male inmate she was 
supposed to interview. 

Of course, she wasn't interviewing him.  Instead, she was standing 
stark naked with her hands cuffed behind her back while he leered 
at her. 

"Now, let me explain how it works in prison, sweet stuff," Rock 
said, pedantically.  "If you tell anyone that we conducted your 
search with a one-way mirror, me and the boys are going to deny 
it, and I'm going to say that no one was in the other room when 
you were searched.  The video tape of you is already in a safe 
place.  And I'm going to pass the word among the inmates that, 
if anyone squeals, they'll never see another free show like the 
"Lady Godiva" number you just put on. 

"So, if you decide to going crying to the warden, fine.  But 
nobody, and I mean NO-BODY, is going to back your story, and 
the warden's going to do everything he can to discredit you, 
so there'll no scandal.  Therefore, if you're smart, you'll 
just forget this ever happened." 

She looked at him for a moment and thought about what he'd said.  
She knew he was right. 

She looked down at her bare feet and quietly told him that she was 
"smart." 

He smiled and released her cuffs.  Then he handed her the box with 
her clothes.  Her panties were missing, and the prisoner held them 
up to his nose.  "I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed these, 
reporter lady," he said. 

Marcy told the happy prisoner that he could keep her panties.  She 
didn't really want to wear them after he had drooled all over them.

Rock stayed in the room while Marcy dressed, and she was grateful 
to him for staying, because there was no doubt about what the 
prisoner would have done to her if she had been alone with him.  
Just as she was putting on her shoes, Biff and Dirk arrived.   

The interview was a fiasco.  Everyone totally ignored Marcy's 
questions, and Biff, Dirk, and the prisoner spent the entire 
time discussing the show they had just seen in general (and 
Marcy's splendid physique in particular).  She was so upset 
that she barely noticed the taunts of the inmates to "strip off" 
as she walked by the TV room and the recreation yard again.

Next week Biff and Dirk told the entire class about Marcy's search 
in vivid detail.  The coup de grace came when they revealed that 
that Rock had let them enter the prison without even frisking them, 
since they had "wasted so much time" on Marcy's search, and they 
needed to meet her 12:45 deadline. 

Marcy flunked the two boneheads, of course, but, since they were 
on the football team, the grade was changed to an incomplete, and 
they took the class again with a different teacher the following 
semester. 

About six months later, a female student warned Marcy that a 
certain "revealing video" of her was making the rounds on Greek 
Row.  Marcy had no doubt that the video's "wide release" was 
payback for failing Dirk and Biff.

She actually called up Biff and confronted him about the video, 
but he told her that he couldn't talk about it, because that 
would violate his fraternity's code of silence.  "Rules are 
rules, Marcy," he concluded.



Edited by C. Lakewood
