The wolf whistles reverberated loudly inside the prison walls as the inmates based over three levels jeered at me through the walkways and the windows to their cells. The place was like a circus and it seemed like I was the show.
"You'll learn to ignore them in time, Emma."
I turned to face my supervisor Bill, an older guy in his early sixties who had worked at this prison for the best part of twenty years. He had a stoic and weathered face that suggested he'd seen things during his time here and nothing surprised him anymore. It was Bill's job to welcome me to HMP Bellgate, after my father, a highly-ranked figure within the police force had helped secure me a job inside one of the biggest prisons in the United Kingdom. HMP Bellgate housed some of the most notorious and dangerous criminals in its maximum security wing and it had earned the nickname Hellgate by some of the guards who had worked in that wing.
I had been raised by my father and four older brothers with no feminine influence around me. My mother had abandoned us when I was still a baby, and the older brothers who did remember her didn't talk of her fondly. My brothers had aced their exams to enter the police force while I had recently failed. It wasn't my fault, my instructor didn't like me. Though, it probably didn't help that I pranked her on many occasions, including pulling her skirt and panties down and slapping her ass while her inspecting superior was only a few feet away. I know it was a mean thing to do, but I grew up with four bigger brothers, banter and pranking each other was the only thing we knew. It didn't help that although my family was tall and physically well-built, my genes had somehow missed out on the memo and I was this tiny little figure.
As Bill showed me around the packed low-security wing, I remembered my father's words from yesterday. If I worked hard and impressed him in this role, he would find a career in the police force worthy of my talents. He'd specifically selected this place for me since it was under suspicion that somewhere in the hierarchy was corrupt. There wasn't any concrete evidence, only rumours of stories from former inmates that suggested something dodgy was happening inside the prison's walls.
On the first walkthrough, I couldn't see anything blatantly obvious that suggested corruption had taken hold of the prison. All the security requirements were being met and everything seemed to be done by the book. Bill had shown me the living quarters, three floors of close to four hundred cells with space in the middle to socialise. Each cell housed two inmates, and all the prisoners in this wing were mostly here for less severe offences such as drug-related crimes, drunk and disorderly behaviour, theft, and so on. Other wings on the complex housed prisoners with far more severe offences, but I wasn't allowed to step foot on those until I had improved my rank and been promoted to a level where I was trusted and experienced enough to work within that wing.
After a couple of weeks of working at the prison, I discovered I fit into the role quite well. Working in a wing with a capacity of three hundred male prisoners, there was a considerable amount of excess testosterone on display. The wolf whistles and the promises of a good time were always present when I walked into the main area, but I soon learned that these were just a front as they tried to look tough in front of the other prisoners.
This kind of behaviour wasn't new to me, I was a small girl with an innocent-looking face who was blessed with a natural, full and perky cleavage, and worked out regularly; unwanted attention was something I was very familiar with. Thanks to my experiences of growing up with my brothers, I could brush off this attention and give as good as I got. Some of the more charismatic prisoners inside HMP Bellgate enjoyed the back-and-forth during the inspections, and I did too. Bill would sigh at how I would interact with the prisoners, but I found that if there was a rapport, it was easier to keep them behaving.
During my first couple of weeks, it wasn't hard to find signs of the corruption my father mentioned. A slight smell of weed in certain cells and plastic wrappers suggested something stronger was also circulated. I'd seen both of these while doing my rounds with Bill and it was clear he was turning a blind eye. The question was whether he wasn't dealing with the transgressions because he didn't care, it was easier to ignore and let the prisoners enjoy a few of their vices, or because he or someone else was benefitting. I liked Bill, he seemed like a genuinely nice person and I think he was developing a soft spot for me, looking out for me if there were any hints of trouble. I didn't want to believe that he was involved somehow.
As I settled into my role over the next few months, I continued collecting evidence, but whatever was happening was concealed very well. There was one inmate, a gang member caught distributing drugs named Ash who was involved somehow, I was sure of it. He seemed to be the kingpin in this wing, respected and feared equally by the other inmates, and he seemed to have his own little following. He also happened to be one of the most charming characters in this wing and from an outsider's perspective, our little chats over the past few months could be perceived as flirting. I was trying to get close to him to gain more information on how he was getting contraband in, but he was easy to talk to, insanely good-looking, and he knew exactly how to press my buttons.
The first time Ash appeared in my dreams took me by surprise. I never normally dreamed about work, but in my slumber, I vividly saw him press me against the wall as he explored my body with his hands. I woke up in a hot flush, confused by the lack of disgust I felt towards my dream. To my surprise, I was soaking wet, and the temptation to touch myself was impossible to deny; there was no way I was getting back to sleep unless I dealt with this. Closing my eyes while the image was still fresh in my head, I reached down under my panties and moaned as I touched myself.
The dreams continued to come unexpectedly as I spent more time in Ash's cell during inspection rounds. Bill trusted me and the prisoners enough to do checks in the cells alone, and Ash had enough influence and power over the other prisoners that prevented them from doing anything they shouldn't. That was the reason I used to explain why I spent more time with him, claiming ignorance of the fact that he starred in my dreams most nights. If things carried on the way they were going, I was going to have to find myself a booty call to relieve this pent-up sexual frustration, maybe that will cause the dreams to stop.
During one of the inspections, I had been inspecting his cell while his inmate had gone out of the room for a medical issue, and I turned around from checking the top mattress to see he was standing behind him. I was inches away from his muscular physique as he stood there shirtless with a sheen of sweat over his toned body, and I suddenly became overcome with desire. I gawked, taking in his sculpted figure as I touched his pec with my hands.
"Are you sure you should be touching the prisoners like this, Officer Emma?"
