




                        THE BORING PARTY

                               by

                            Joe Doe


          A WEALTHY HEIRESS HAS A NOT-SO-BORING ENCOUNTER 
              WITH A PRISON GUARD AT A LIFELESS PARTY
 


Christina Richley was bored.  Not slightly bored, or tired, or 
vaguely uninterested.  Christina was nearly comatose. 

She had wandered out onto the balcony, because solitude was less 
boring than the cocktail party drivel inside. 

When Rocky walked out onto the balcony, too, she hardly gave him a 
second glance.  She just kept stirring her drink as he smiled and 
offered a rather tentative "Hello." 

"Don't tell me...your great-great-great grandfather found oil, and 
you've never worked a day in your life," Christina said, sharply. 

"Well, actually no," he said.  "The truth is that I'm a guard at a 
woman's prison."

Christina was so startled that she actually stopped stirring her 
drink and regarded the large man more closely.  This dreadful 
party had suddenly gotten interesting. 

"That's a rather...unusual occupation," she observed.  "How did 
you get into that line of work?" 

"I probably shouldn't say this, but I got interested when I was 
18."  He looked a bit sheepish.  "I saw this porno film called 
'Jailhouse Girls,' where a pretty blonde named Ginger Lynn gets 
wrongfully sent to jail. 

"The movie had this great intake scene where this real bitchy 
matron orders the girls to bend over and spread their legs so 
she can cavity-search them.  Real brusque-like.  She barks at 
the girls, 'Spread those cheeks,' and 'Open up those pussy lips'! 

"But the best part of it is that, while she's putting the girls 
through their paces, she's chatting with this male guard who's 
standing about 5 feet behind her.  The matron's jawing with him 
about overtime while she's feeling up these beautiful, butt-naked 
girls. 

"The guy who is playing the guard is real cool, like he actually 
cares whether the matron has to work overtime on the weekends.  But 
the whole time he's really ogling these bare-ass girls being forced 
to spread their legs and bottom cheeks right in front of him. 

"When they get to Ginger Lynn, you can tell she's really 
embarrassed, because her character's never been to prison, 
and here she is butt-naked in front of this male prison guard.  
But the butch matron still just slaps her on the ass and tells 
her to 'Bend over....  No, all the way over.'  Ginger kind of 
grits her teeth and lets her hands slide down the front of her 
legs while the matron presses down on her back.  Of course, the 
matron keeps pressing until Ginger's cute little tail is way up 
in the air and her nose is about an inch off the cement floor. 

"The camera does a nice close-up of her tidy little snatch, and 
that lesbo matron takes her time giving her a really good feel.  
The guard's been playing it cool, but the sight of Ginger's bare 
pussy and butt hole are too much even for him, and he says 
something like, 'Ain’t she the innocent one?' 

"The matron says, 'Those are the ones that you have to watch out 
for!'  Then she gives poor Ginger a real hard slap on the butt to 
tell her the search is over.  When Ginger stands up to face her, 
the matron gives her little nipples a quick squeeze and says, 'Our 
new little jailbird!' and then she tells her to 'beat it!' 

"I watched that one scene over and over," Rocky said, wistfully.  
"Watching the way that guy was able to make those gorgeous women 
strip, and shower, and even bend over bare-naked right in front of 
him was such a rush.  I just loved the power trip of it, and the 
next day I applied to the Bureau of Prisons." 

There was a long, awkward pause while Christina just stared at him. 
The fact that she had met a prison guard at a swanky uptown party 
was bizarre enough.  But now the charmer had just introduced 
himself by reciting, in detail, the plot of an X-rated film! 

Ordinarily, she would have thrown her martini in his face.  But, to 
her own surprise, she heard herself saying, "I have that movie at 
home.  It's one of my favorites." 

"Wow!  A chick who digs prison porn,"  he enthused.  "Who'd ever 
think that I'd meet a girl like you at a party like this.  So what 
do you do for a living?" 

"I don't,"  she said.  "I mean, I don't work, that is.  I'm 
worth...I don't know...several million dollars, just like 
everyone else at this party." 

Her eyes narrowed a bit.  "But what on earth are YOU doing here?  
You don't seem like the kind of man who would come to one of these 
parties." 

"I know what you mean," Rocky laughed.  "When the invitation came, 
I was pretty confused too, but I had never been to a swanky party, 
so I rented a tux, and here I am.  It turns out that the daughter 
of the woman throwing this little shindig cheated her investors out 
of a bunch of money, so she’s going to be spending a few months at 
my little country club.  They invited me here as kind of a bribe, 
I guess." 

"Did it work?" Christina asked. 

"Naw!" he chuckled.  "She's a fancy-pants society babe now, but, 
come this Friday, she'll be just another fish." 

His voice dropped slightly as he stared thoughtfully over the 
balcony at the city below.  "But this party did give me a chance 
to see what a little cutie she is.  I'm going to make sure I'm 
working the day she's brought in.  I'm really going to love 
seeing the look on her face when I shuck her out of those fancy 
clothes and get her into the shower.  She's such a little hottie 
that I'll probably search her in front of the mirror, so I can see 
that look on her dainty face when I drive my greasy, gloved finger 
right up that tight little pussy hole of hers." 

Christina had heard about her friend's conviction; indeed it had 
been the talk of the town for months.  But she hadn't connected 
Rocky's presence with her friend's misfortune. 

"So you’d actually strip her...naked?" she asked, her voice 
quivering with excitement.  "I had no idea that male guards 
could do that!" 

"I'm in charge of admissions, so I can do anything I want," he 
said, proudly.  "Of course, I don't shuck down all the women who 
come through the front gate.  But, if I see a real babe, I handle 
her personally.  And not just the convicts either.  If I see a 
suspicious visitor I can search her, too." 

"Suspicious?" Christina asked. 

"Yeah, you know, 'suspicious.'  Cute, curvy, elegantly dressed: 
'suspicious.'"  He laughed. 

"I think that's why I like working at the federal prison.  You 
get a better class of people there -- the trophy wives who signed 
their husbands' tax returns, the businesswomen who cheated their 
shareholders, and innocent women who just wound up in jail on 
some sort of fluke....  And then there are all the visitors: 
cute sisters and college-girl daughters.... 

"Visitors are actually the most fun.  There's something special 
about ordering some spoiled little heiress to strip down birthday 
bare.  I just love watching them blush and squirm as they slowly 
take it off -- with me eyeballing the whole thing." 

Christina’s heart raced as she stared at him.  Now was the moment 
of truth. 

Did she dare? 

"So, if I visited my friend in prison," she whispered, softly, 
"would you...search me?" 

She felt herself blush as his eyes slowly ran over her, from the 
tips of her Gucci shoes to the top of her elegantly coiffed head.  
He took his time appraising the bashful, blushing 25-year-old 
heiress. 

She squirmed under his uncompromising visual examination.  No 
detail, no curve, escaped his attention. 

"You do look kind of suspicious," he admitted.  "But you'd look 
a lot more suspicious if that skirt was a little shorter." 

"How short?  This short?" 

Rocky grinned lasciviously as she slowly slid the hemline of her 
expensive red cocktail dress up her shapely thighs. 

"Well, that does look a BIT more suspicious...but not suspicious 
enough," he said. 

She swallowed, but slid her skirt up to near the tops of her 
stockings.  She was now using the thumb and forefinger of each 
hand to hold her skirt provocatively in place.  Her mouth turned 
to cotton as she asked, "Would this...be high enough?" 

He looked down at her legs and smiled.  "Yeah, it would definitely 
get my attention," he chuckled.  "But to classify you as clearly 
'suspicious,' I think it would have to be higher still." 

She gasped as he boldly took her hands and, ever so slowly, raised 
her skirt up higher...higher...higher.  He paused only when the 
tops of her stockings were completely revealed. 

She was blushing furiously, but was relieved that the humiliating 
unveiling had at last stopped. 

But then she felt his hands began to move again.  Her skirt was 
going higher. 

Her skirt was going HIGHER! 

She felt dizzy as her bare white thighs came into view.  She felt a 
tiny chill as he let out an appreciative whistle.  She always wore 
attractive lingerie, but she wore it because of the way it made her 
feel.  The thought of her scanties being exposed to a blue collar 
grunt like Rocky had never crossed her mind -- except in her most 
secret fantasies. 

To her immense relief, he stopped just short of exposing her now 
soaking wet panties.  She tried to catch her breath as he just 
stood there, staring down at her milky white thighs and lacy red 
garter belt. 

She shuddered as his hands began to move again. 

Her skirt went up...up...up, until the bottom of her fire engine 
red panties was on display.  

"I like girls who wear red underpants," he whispered in her ear.  
"And they really suit you.  They make you look hot and slutty.  
Yeah, I'd love to get your sweet little ass in the joint.  You'd 
look so cute, with your hands cuffed behind you, kneeling down 
in front of me, sucking me off between the bars. 

"Is that a fresh wet spot in your underpants?' he said, softly.  
"Are you getting all hot and bothered thinking about how I'd strip 
you out of those wet little panties?" 

She said nothing, but just stared down at the ground, too ashamed 
to look him in the eye. 

"Are you a natural blonde?" he teased. 

She maintained her stony silence. 

"You can keep your secret now, young lady....  But, if you ever 
come to MY prison, you will be under MY authority.  And, if you 
don't tell me whether you're a natural blonde, I might just decide 
to find out for myself." 

Christina's eyes remained fixed on the floor. 

"Well, if you want to play, let's play," he said, as he gently 
kissed her ear. 

She relaxed slightly as she felt him pull away. 

"I didn't give you permission to lower your skirt," he said, 
coldly. 

The commanding tone of his voice surprised her, but she dutifully 
complied.  Biting her lip, she slowly raised her skirt to the 
required height. 

He snickered as the wet spot once again came into view, but 
then quickly resumed his officious tone.  "Do you ever wear 
an under-wire bra?" 

"Never," she said, truthfully. 

"That's good.  They often set off the metal detectors.  Have 
you been to Africa or Asia in the last 6 months?" 

"I went to Japan about 10 years ago, and I was at Cannes last 
spring.  I also ski in the Alps and...." 

"This isn't 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous,' sweetheart.  Ten 
years doesn't count.  If you've been to Africa or Asia in the last 
6 months, the doctor has to examine you.  And our doctor has a 
thing for perky little blondes.  Whenever a little cutie like you 
ends up in his office, she always has to take a nice long ride in 
the stirrups." 

He snickered as she reflexively clenched her thighs together.  "But 
I don't mind.  After all, I get to watch!" 

Christina had always had a female gynecologist.  The thought of 
being forced to spread her legs for the entertainment of some 
perverted male prison doctor was unspeakably humiliating. 

And the thought of Rocky, standing by and watching while some 
pervert leisurely probed her most intimate areas was indescribable! 

Rocky shrugged.  "Just as well, though.  I mean, that rectal 
thermometer he uses is pretty chilly." 

Her butt cheeks tightened at the very idea of that humiliating 
intrusion -- one which, no doubt, he would closely supervise. 

"That's...terrible!" she choked. 

"It could be worse!  We found lice on one girl, and we had to take 
her through full processing.  After she showered in front of me and 
the other guards, we deloused her.  Since we couldn't give her back 
her infested clothes, we issued her a uniform to wear inside the 
prison, just like she was an inmate.  She said she caught it from 
her little brother." 

"I'm an only child."   

"Good for you!  We have to get that delousing fluid into all a 
girl's cracks and crevices, and it really stings!"  He paused, 
then asked, "What day are you planning on coming to the prison?"  

"Is Saturday too soon?" 

"Well, we usually don't let prisoners have visitors for the first 
90 days," he replied.  "But exceptions can be made." 

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

Rocky wasn't surprised on Saturday morning when Stanley called him 
down to the visitors' room.  Stanley always reported it whenever he 
spotted a "cute piece of tail." 

Sitting on the edge of the cement bench was a very pretty blonde in 
an excruciatingly short red dress. 

"The girl on the end is named Christina Richley," Stanley 
explained.  "She set off the metal detector, but I think it 
was just her under-wire bra.  Her sign-in sheet says she was 
in Ethiopia and South Africa last week, and in Hong Kong the 
week before.  Needless to say, our friendly old doctor is 
dying to get his hands on her, but I hate to turn her over 
to that old letch." 

"Thanks, Stanley," Rocky said.  "I'll take it from here." 

He pulled Christina up off the bench and into a corner.  "You don't 
have to do this, you know," he said.  "We can stop this right here 
and now." 

She just stared silently down at her red shoes. 

"I really don't see how you could have visited all these places 
last week, when the day before yesterday...." 

She found her voice at last and looked up at him defiantly.  "My 
little brother has head lice.  That isn't a problem, is it, 
officer?" 

He looked her directly in the eye.  Neither one blinked. 

He smiled.  "Are you a natural blonde?" 

"I'll never tell," she whispered.  She smiled and looked down at 
the floor.  "There's only one way you'll ever know...." 

Rocky turned to Stanley.  "Let the others go through to the 
visiting area.  I'm going to take this one down to the doctor.  
And tell the boys to get a uniform ready.  She's going through 
full processing." 

Gripping the back of her neck, he pushed her through a large metal 
door and down a filthy, cinder block staircase. 

Her heart was racing, her palms were moist, and her crotch was wet. 

But she was also smiling.  She was definitely not bored. 



Edited by C. Lakewood

