Amara pulled Jennifer, both of them handcuffed together by the wrist, towards the large house where the party was being hosted. Amara had been kind enough to remove her gag, but she was also escorting Jennifer at an aggressive brisk pace. Jennifer couldn't take her eyes off Amara's butt, which was shaped so nicely in her grey colored prison guard costume.
"So, Amara, how have you been-" spoke Jennifer trying to make small talk, and also distract herself from Amara's butt. Amara turned her head around to smirk at Jennifer, and using her other hand, put her finger to her lips.
"Shh, prisoner, just enjoy the simulation," she replied back. Some simulation alright, thought Jennifer.
Amara got to the house door and sharply knocked twice. Jennifer could see that Maddy and the rest of her friends (or should she say officers?) were hanging out around the car, casually chatting. It was definitely clear that Jennifer was some sort of special gag for this party - she seemed like the main character, for better or worse.
As music hummed in the background, she could spy mock police lights and CAUTION tape haphazardly throw around the outdoor fence. Amara knocked again.
The door finally opened. Jennifer was impressed and frightened. The front of the house, which was a small atrium, had a big wooden desk in the middle like a police station reception. There were then two signs, one that pointed left and another that pointed right. On the left was the words "BOOKING" and on the right were the words "OFFICER BARRACKS".
Opening the door was Carmen, a tall redhead whom was two years junior to Jennifer. She had the same costume as Amara with the "DEPARTMENT OF SORORITY CORRECTIONS" badge. A little shudder went through Jennifer - it's possible that part of this theme was correcting Jennifer's misdeeds from college. It probably didn't help that Jennifer was the one that got to spank Carmen during sorority initiations, and she hardly gentle about it.
"Oh well, well, well... look who arrived," smirked Carmen.
"Heyyyy Carmen," said Jennifer, playfully, hoping to make a good impression with two women that held her fate in their laps.
Carmen gave Jennifer's right butt cheek a sharp spank.
"It's Officer Carmen, thank you very much," corrected Carmen, playfully.
Amara laughed at Carmen's move. A short silence followed.
"Well?" asked Carmen, mysteriously.
"Well, what?" questioned Jennifer.
"Umm I just corrected you, greet me correctly!" ordered Carmen. Jennifer rolled her eyes - even these girls were taking this far too seriously.
"Fine... Hey Officer Carmen," said Jennifer, in an overtly sarcastic tone.
*WHOOP WHOOP*
Carmen gave Jennifer two more sharp spankings, which almost felt like revenge from her initiation years ago, and Carmen retorted, "That's two spankings for your tone Prisoner, tsk tsk. Now follow us."
Amara and Carmen led Jennifer in the BOOKINGS direction, entering a new room. Outside this room was a window that faced the left side of the house's backyard. Jennifer could see tons of people, all in costume, both police and prisoners, having fun and dancing. But the sight outside hardly competed with the curious sight inside. The room featured a number of things. Similar to the start of the night, there was a mugshot height liner on one wall. It appeared accurately positioned. There was also a professional DSLR camera and a tripod. On the shelves that bordered the walls, Jennifer spied some spare black and white garments.
The most curious item of the room, however, was a massive treadmill smack dab in the center. Behind the treadmill was another tripod with a slightly expensive looking camcorder, from which a wire trailed off along the floor to the far wall, snaking through a small hole in the windowsill.
Amara giggled, spying Jennifer's thoroughly confused face.
"Oh, Jennifer," laughed Amara, distracted enough to break character by calling her by her real name vs prisoner number," Don't you remember HeartFest?"
Jennifer's heart went into free-fall. How could she have forgotten about these things. HeartFest was a disaster. Jennifer was involved with a health club in college, and one of her tasks was to get charity sign-ups for a 5K run called HeartFest. Not many people in the sorority wanted to do it, but since she had serious pull that year, she made it a mandatory event, forcing even... Amara... to cancel her birthday plans. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. Jennifer ended up making a deal with a fraternity: if they got to choose their running outfits for the run, they'd match all the donations. Jennifer ended up getting the flu close to the event, preventing her from running, but the rest of the sorority, having registered, still had to run... while wearing what the fraternity had chosen for them: skimpy French Maid uniforms. No wonder Amara and Carmen were tasked with this part of Jennifer's torture: both of them got the worst of the costumes: a skimpy, frilly bra and black, ruffled boyshorts that had the words "Maid to Serve You" stamped on the back.
"I'm-" started Jennifer's multi-year late apology, but Amara didn't give her the privilege.
"So, during intake, we need to do a quick physical. Stacey!"
From the opposite end of the room, two doors burst open revealing Stacey, wearing a unique outfit for this party: a sexy nurse costume. Stacey was a piping hot blonde that was the same year as Jennifer, with huge breasts and a beautifully toned butt. Many guys had always associated her as the most sought after dame in the sorority. Stacey's nurse costume was composed of two pieces. She wore a skin-tight latex blue crop top that bore a red heart in the middle. It was matched with a similarly decorated latex blue skirt. She had a mock stethoscope around her neck. She was grinning ear to ear at Jennifer's predicament.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Heartfest herself," chided Stacey.
Ah, right. Stacey. She had an unfortunate experience during Heartfest as well. While Amara and Carmen were given skimpy, revealing maid outfits, that doubled up as decent athletic wear, Stacey was given the opposite. She had to do the entire 5K in a puffy, frilly, ridiculous French Maid dress - the type that's so over the top that they are more designed for sissies than average sorority girls. Because she came in dead-last, her picture was actually featured in some online articles about the event.
