My first day as a correctional officer was to say the least an eye opener. I had been told by a former co-worker, whom had actually been incarcerated, what to expect. Like the fact that all the inmates would try to get over on me in some way. They would try their best to get me to do something that would eventually give them something to hold over my head so they could blackmail me into doing favors for them. Oh and of course I would always have to be on the lookout for the masturbators.
Now when you are warned of such things you don't even imagine how it can truly be but once you walk though that gate your whole concept of life is changed.
The minute you get to your post it starts. I had only been in the dorm for a few seconds when the vultures swooped in. Inmates from the dorm I was assigned to work and Inmates from other dorms all over the compound started their games. Some were subtle and would just come though and nod or smile. Some would pass though and say hello or introduce themselves. Others would try to get your whole life story out of you. Where do you live, are you married, do you have any kids, what kind of work did you do before so on and so forth. All questions you do not want to answer but eventually they would all find out usually from your co-workers. Then you had the inmates who would actually from day one think that if they can expose themselves to you then you would be theirs.
In my first week I saw more penises than a military doctor on recruit day. These guys are crazy! Every time you turn your head some inmate would be in the bathroom, their bunk or just standing in the hallway with their dick in their hand. Until they finally get the hint and find out you will write them up and send them to segregation the keep trying.
Well I might be naïve but I am nobody's fool! I locked up so many men that first week the Captain didn't have enough seg space and had to back log their time. So once word got around that I wasn't playing that game the penis sightings slowed down to just new inmates when they first came to camp. Even a lot of that was cut off by other inmates warning them that I wouldn't put up with that kind of game.
Now as strong as I was against the Inmate population it was a different story with my fellow officers well the male ones that is. You see one thing the Inmates had brought to my attention was that the stories about black men being well endowed were usually true. I was dead set against messing around with Inmates but co-workers that was a different story.
I was assigned to the second shift and that was 2pm to 10pm. It was the busiest shift due to the Inmates were out of class and work for most of it and just roaming the compound looking for trouble to get into. So we stayed busy most of the time just trying to keep trouble to a minimum. However, once the yards closed and the dorms went on lock down the officers found unique ways to pass the time.
If you were fortunate enough to work a control center then you could call any other control center or gun tower to flirt with the person there. If you worked inside a dorm you could flirt with your control officer (if you were lucky enough to have one you liked). If you were one of the unlucky ones who were locked in the dorm and didn't get along with your control officer then you spent the night trying to find ways to get out to a phone.
My first few months I was moved around from dorm to dorm and never knew where I was going to be or whom I was going to be working with. The only good thing about this was you got the opportunity to meet all the other officers and see if they were cool or not.
Now one thing about second shift, we had the best looking male officers of all three shifts; young, sexy and mostly black. I soon found that most black guys like a white girl with a few extra pounds in the right places and I found that I really liked the attention.
During my first few months I had acquired quite a group of admirers and by the time I was permanently assigned to a dorm I did not have much time to be bored after lock down. Now most of this was all harmless flirting because one thing in prison you have to be careful at all times what comes out of your mouth. Inmates are always watching you more than you are watching them. Most have become very good at reading lips and of course always seem to have a reason to be standing within hearing range.
Well soon I was sent to basic training and finally when I came back to work I was assigned to a gun tower. See you can't work a gun tower until after you have become certified and passed weapons training. So my first night on a tower I found out where the real freaks worked! You see on a tower there are no inmates to read your lips or see how you are reacting to what the other person is saying.
As soon as I relieved the first shift officer my phone started ringing and I found out the adventures of tower work. "What are you wearing under that uniform?" I was startled by the question.
"Excuse me? Who is this?" I looked around nervously.
"Tower 6. I bet you got some pretty little undies on under them pants. You look like the type of girl that wears little lacy panties." The deep voice continued as I tried to think back to line up and figure out who was on tower 6. "Maybe a matching bra with them titties pushed up and spilling over. "
"Who is this????" The shock showing in my voice. My answer was a click. They had hung up. Well like I said I am not stupid, I called master control and asked who was on Tower 6.
To my surprise and delight it was an officer I had worked with once and tried to get to know but he was constantly on the phone to other people so I hadn't gotten to know him very well.
"What are YOU wearing?" I asked when he answered my call.
He started to laugh. "Oh a smart ass white girl! Have you figured out who I am yet?"
"Yes. I am a smart white girl (leaving out the ass) I called master control and asked. Of course she was awfully curious as to why I wanted to know so I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your girl." The officer on control was obviously smitten with him. I had seen them flirting several times but I didn't care, that was her problem.
"Yeah she already called and said you had called her. She'll be alright." He chuckled "Anyways she is up there watching the switch board and seeing us talking right now."
"Oh I am sorry I don't want to get you in trouble." I hung up before he could say anything else and the game was on......
My phone rang immediately. "Hello?" I answered as if I didn't know it was him.
"Don't hang up on me." His voice was firm but I could hear the teasing under tone.
"Who is this?" I teased back.
"Ha ha like you don't know. I don't care what that heifer thinks about us talking. I called you first and I talk to whomever I want to." He said just as someone beeped in on his line. "I got a beep I'll call you right back." He hung up.
My phone rang again about 45 seconds later. "Hello?" it was him "Well that was short, must not have been important."
"No it wasn't. So back to your panties.....white or black? You strike me as a girl who likes black." I got the hidden meaning.
"Oh really? However could you possibly tell something like that? What color of underwear a girl prefers? You, Mr. Goodland are a talented man!" We both laughed.
"Well why don't you let me show you my real talent? Come out and party with me some night." The offer made me excited.
