I grew up in a small town in the South West. The town consisted of only Whites. The town was poor, after graduation I joined the military. I spent 4 years in the military to earn money for college. During my tour, I became a member of the military police, this was a tough assignment. I soon came to realize that if I used my feminine whiles on the drunks, they were easy to handle.
My name is Dani McCarthy, I'm 25, and have a 36C-26-36 figure, Brunette, with an athletic build at 5'9" and 135 lbs.
When my enlistment was up, I married my high school sweetheart. I started looking for employment after the honeymoon, so we could buy a house. The state corrections department was hiring, I applied to my surprise I was hired as a prison guard, because of my military background. I went through all the training classes and scored very well, on all the tests we had, physical and written. I received my first assignment, it was a long commute.
I was at the job for 2 years. Over time with the military training I had, the prisoners learned to respect me. I did not try to befriend any of them but earned their trust, by not flaunting my authority.
There was one particular inmate that was extremely intimidating, his name was Jamal Franklin. He stood 6'7" tall with a very muscular build weighing close to 300 lbs, and Black.
There was a fight in the cafeteria at lunch time one day, Jamal got stabbed, and I got the task of escorting him to the infirmary. The weather was rainy and thunderstorms were close by. We had to swipe our I.D. cards every time we went through a door, incase of a problem we could be found. During this simple task of escorting Jamal to the infirmary, lightning struck a transformer.
I found myself stuck in a hallway with Jamal, the emergency lights came on. When I tried swiping my card to open the door to the infirmary, it did not work. The lights must have been battery back up, doors operated off an emergency generator. There were security cameras almost every where in the prison, so I felt safe. "We may be here for a while, Jamal"
"Whys that"
"I don't think all the emergency generators started" this worried me some. Jamal being 300 lbs to my 135 no telling what could happen.
"More room here then in my cell" kind of crowded for a man his size in a 4 by 8 cell I figured.
"Are you Okay?" I asked Jamal he was still bleeding.
"Hurts some, but pains going away and bleeding slowing down"
"That's good; they'll have us out of here in no time" quickly I was hoping.
We sat silently for a while. I became nervous when I looked and saw the light out on the cameras. Shit! They may not know were trapped.
Talking to Jamal, I learned he was an intelligent man, who had a year left on his sentence. He was in a bar fight where a man died.
Jamal must have noticed that the cameras were not working; he became a little friendlier than I wanted. Jamal started to rub my leg above the thigh. "Jamal, what are you doing?"
"Going to be here awhile, cameras aren't working"
