The common room of Meretrix Hills is a gathering of lost souls, a menagerie of deformed creatures and a cacophonous bubble, all rolled into one. Strait-jacketed mental patients batter themselves against walls and tables while vacant-minded loons mutter to themselves and passersby. Amid this sea of forlorn hope, sits Connor Hartbury, considering all kinds of hopeless plans...
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Connor again abandoned a germinating plan. This one would likely be foiled by the Administrator himself, since he was clearly in on the whole thing and in Ms Sarah's pocket to boot.
There were few opportunities available to him. He figured he could use Deb some way, since she readily defied the wishes of Ms Sarah, a trait that was apparently quite rare in the Asylum. The orderlies all seemed quite loyal, as did most of the other staff. Dr Meehan seemed an exception, but couldn't be relied upon due to apparent blackmail material. He'd heard about other staff too, but hadn't encountered them. He really needed to know more about where he was. He needed to scout, or get inside intel, maybe tips from someone who'd been there longer than him.
He looked over at one of the other inmates he'd been assessing recently. He'd heard her called Meg. As he observed her, she seemed to be observing him. He hadn't really paid her much attention to begin with as she mostly kept quiet. He did notice that she seemed to have her wits about her, and if she was observant, maybe he could use her.
She was hidden by her drab Asylum uniform, but Connor had noticed certain things about her. She was tall, maybe 5'9", with shoulder-blade-length brunette hair and mischievous blue eyes. Her fair skin was dotted with freckles. She was pretty thickly built too, but carried herself well, and more than a fair amount of her weight seemed to be carried on her chest, in her legs and on her ass.
"Meg, is it?" he asked.
"Yeah, Connor," she stated in reply.
He couldn't tell from her tone whether it was a question or not, so he answered, "Yeah, Connor. So... you been here a while?"
She looked at him, closely, staring at him even. It started to make him uncomfortable.
"You don't belong here, do you Connor?"
Shocked at the observant statement, he replied, "N-no, no I don't. How did you know?"
"Because, and I'm trusting you a lot by telling you this, neither do I."
Connor began to wonder who this was, as she was clearly different to any other patient he'd encountered. She seemed to be above it all.
"Wh-who are you?" he stuttered, still in a bit of shock at her revelation.
"I'm undercover, on assignment."
"What do you mean, like a reporter?" he asked, confused.
She looked at him with a sneer.
"No, not like a reporter, like a cop."
Suddenly Connor felt elation. If the police were investigating, maybe there was someone working on freeing him.
"How... how long have you been here?"
"Long enough."
She wasn't overly forthcoming with information.
Despite the new information, he still wanted to escape to stop the damage his bitch wife was undoubtedly doing to his company. Not to mention the poor conditions of the Asylum.
"Can you... can you get me out?" he asked with his heart in his throat.
"Maybe," she answered, looking at him appraisingly.
"Please, you've got to help me."
"I don't know, I've heard Ms Sarah has taken a big interest in you. Helping you is a hell of a risk."
Connor completely missed Meg glancing at his crotch, and therefore misinterpreted her following statement, believing she was referring to his company, rather than the rumours circulating regarding his equipment and Ms Sarah's apparent interest in them.
"But maybe you're worth it, after all I've heard a few things about you too."
"Well, I can make it worth your while when we get out."
Connor realised he could be digging himself a hole if she was a straight cop.
"Not like a bribe of course, more like a payment for services or a donation to the police force or something you know? Of course, I'd have to take control of the company again first."
"Act casual, and follow me," she told him before leading him from the common room.
She led him casually at first, but before long they were skulking down corridors, and Meg was looking around corners before continuing.
They took turns down passages Connor hadn't had a chance to fully explore just yet. She led him to a completely unknown area that appeared to be abandoned, aside from the lack of dust.
They snuck down another abandoned corridor, but Meg was less than graceful, and the scuffing of her steps echoed.
*Bang!* Suddenly a body slammed against the cell door they were sneaking past.
"FUCK ME! SOMEBODY FUCK ME! I CAN HEAR YOU OUT THERE! COME AND FUCK ME! LET ME SUCK YOUR BIG COCKS! CUM ALL OVER ME! FUCK!"
Connor easily recognised Deb's voice. This must be where she served out her solitary confinement. Clearly it didn't agree with her.
"In here," Meg told him, leading him into an unlocked cell.
"I broke the lock on this one a few weeks ago, even if they lock us in we'll still be free."
"Okay, but what are we doing in here?"
Connor looked around at the sparse cell. It was one of the solitary confinement cells so was especially bare. A single, buzzing globe illuminated their surrounds. The walls were white, but blotchy, as if stains had been scrubbed but simply wouldn't come out. The cot had the thinnest mattress Connor had ever seen, including his own paper-thin example.
Standing in front of the cot, Meg was hurriedly unbuttoning her uniform.
"What are you doing?" he asked, confused at the sudden turn of events.
"We don't have much time," she replied, "you should hurry up too."
"I don't... much time for what? What are you doing? What's going on?"
"Just trust me Connor, we need to get this done quickly."
She peeled her jumpsuit off, and Connor was treated to the sight of her jiggling body as she pulled her arms and legs free of her outfit.
Connor admired her breasts, swinging in a black mesh bra, with a pair of spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her panties were also made of black mesh, and as she straightened to remove her bra, Connor drooled at the sight of the patch of brunette hair she had trimmed above her snatch. He'd started to wonder if the orderlies were grooming these girls as they were impeccable.
His attention was immediately drawn upwards as her bra was released, and Meg let it slide down her arms to drop to the clean, pock-marked floor. Her tits were impressive, E cups to Connor's practiced eye. Her boobs shuddered and jiggled as she went about the task of getting naked. Connor wasn't really sure why she was getting naked, but watching her do so was getting him hard.
With nothing but her panties, she took hold of the two thin straps over each hip, her panties matching her bra in that regard. She shimmied them over her hips, and then she bent forward to slide them down her legs. Her breasts swung forward, presenting her areolas for his attention. They were small compared to the size of the breast each one capped, maybe only three or three and a half inches across.
