Sky had been a dancer at Little Rock's down in the plaza for three years. Her boss Antonio had chosen a new little whore to sit at his side, so she had been dropped down to opening act. Sky was furious, she was not opening act material. There were barely any customers that early in the day.
Within two weeks of Antonio's new "it" girl, she was fuming. After an outrageous argument in the office of the club, she had been fed up. She'd ended up diving across the desk after the little hussy and slammed her head into the glass mirror behind Antonio's desk.
Before she could get away, security retained her. The police came moments later and took her to the county jail. She was stuck here now, her parents wouldn't bail her out. She'd exhausted all her other family and she was broke. Antonio would have been her go to guy, but he was furious with her.
She'd been sitting in this small room with no windows and barely any light waiting for the booking officer to escort her to the changing and showering area. The longer she sat around, the more she got angrier. She was furious with Antonio.
Soon the door opened and a muscular guard strolled in. He yanked her out of her chair by her arm and shoved her toward the door. "Let's go, now!"
She stumbled out the door and into the long corridor. She had never been to jail before, but if she'd have imagined what it looked like this would be it. He led her down the hall then down a flight of stairs.
They exited the stairwell into another long hallway, this one slightly darker than the upstairs. He led her halfway down, then down a side hall. When they reached the end, he showed her into another room.
When he closed the door behind her, she finally looked around the room. There was a small table in the center, two chairs facing each other on opposite sides and a low dim light dangling above the table.
She took a seat in one chair and waited longer. The muscular man came back, this time with another guard. The new guard tossed clothes and a pair of slippers on the table. Then he turned on his heel and left the room.
The muscular man walked over to her and took off the handcuffs she'd been wearing. As he did, she noticed his nametag. Brad, well he was cute atleast. Once he'd released her, he leaned back against the wall, "Start changing. Now!"
She got nervous, stuttering, "Well, I, I thought I'd change in private."
He smirked, "No privacy here sweet cheeks, should have thought of that before you got physical. Oh, and you have to give us the bra too, can't have those in here."
She began to cry, tears spilled down her cheeks. As she tugged her shirt and pants off, his eyes followed her every move. She turned away from him before she unhooked the snaps on her bra. It fell to her feet with the rest of her clothing.
She slipped into the jumpsuit, it was so tight. She couldn't imagine wearing it all the time.
When he saw how tight her outfit was, he chuckled, "Guess it doesn't fit sweet cheeks. Take it back off and I'll find you a new one."
He picked up the too small outfit and in the other hand her clothes. Then he disappeared out the door. She had nothing left to cover herself with, so she sat in the chair and wrapped her arms around herself.
Two other guards peeked into the room as she sat almost naked. They whispered as they left, she was too upset to listen. The tears wouldn't stop flowing.
