Drumheller's one claim to fame was the state operated reformatory. With a prisoner population of close to a thousand inmates it provided employment to a couple of hundred of the locals.
The population was mainly first offenders serving terms of less than two years. There were a lot of young males doing drug raps.
For three years I had been employed in the reformatory's kitchen as a server on the food line. I took a lot of ribbing from some of the guys who were deprived of female company but the union wages and benefits made it well worthwhile. I was bringing home more money that my husband who worked as a mechanic in the local Ford dealership.
Truthfully I was not hard on the eyes, twenty-nine years old with a pretty face and a slender shapely figure. My raven black hair cascaded half was to my ass but I had to wear it stuffed up under a hair net while working. My 38C breasts where quite pronounced under my form fitting uniform smock. I had taken the liberty of shortening my smock three inches above the regulation length bringing the hem a couple of inches above my knees.
The one drawback to the job was the split shift. We started at 6 am serving breakfast and then were off until lunch at noon. There was a two-hour break before dinner and then we finished at 6 pm.
We got a split shift bonus but it wasn't worth going back into town between shifts so we usually stayed in the staff lounge watching TV.
In addition to staff the "trustees" were allowed to use the staff lounge. The trustees were minimum risk inmates serving as staff while they did their time. They got to be appointed trustees for their good behavior and were allowed several privileges.
Trustees did not have to report for the mid-morning and mid-afternoon roll calls and were allowed to socialize with staff member.
The trustees would come and go as they served their time. I would make friends with some of them and spend our idle time chatting. I often thought about some of them in a sexual way but never let them know.
If the truth were known my husband was not keeping me happy in bed. He was always "tired" after work and I was lucky to get it twice a month. All day I was in the company of guys who were just dying to get their cocks in a woman, any woman.
That was when Steve came on the scene.
Steve was a dark hair nineteen year old serving time for date raping a high school girl. He told me he had done it because she had been teasing him for weeks, letting his feel her up but never allowing him to screw her.
Steve said one of his buddies had given him the powder to put in her drink and she passed out and they both fucked her.
She had told her mother about it and Steve ended up doing eighteen month.
Steve told me he had sex with some of the inmates in return for cigarettes and chocolate bars but it had been almost a year since he had fucked a woman.
The thought of Steve's deprived cock haunted me. Here we were, two frustrated adults desperate for satisfaction. I could resist no longer, I broke one of the cardinal rules, I came on to Steve sexually.
We were sitting at a corner table away from the others.
"Would you like to fuck me?" I brazenly whispered to the good-looking young lad sitting across from me.
Steve looked at me surprised, not sure he had heard me correctly.
"I need a good fucking!" I explained.
"But how?" Steve looked puzzled.
