Under threatening skies, Jill Kelly walked into the Vermont State Prison for Men. She was there to visit her husband Bob, who had been sentenced to 12-20 years on a drug possession charge, six months ago. Bob and his long-time buddy Stan were nabbed trying to cross the US border into Canada with a suitcase filled with cocaine, and ecstasy. His lawyer told her that he might be out in 8 years on good behavior, if he’s lucky.

Jill’s thirty-year-old legs felt weak as she entered the visitor’s entrance. When she married her high school sweetheart, ten years ago, she could have never predicted that he would end up in such an imposing place.

‘Eight years in prison, how could this have happened?’ she thought, as she spotted the visitor check in sign.

"Hi, I’m Mrs. Kelly. I’m here to see my husband."

"Ah, Mrs. Kelly," an old guard responded, sitting behind a large glass window just inside the door, and then he added with a chuckle. "I see you’re a virgin."

"I beg your pardon!" Jill snapped.

"Don’t get your panties in a bunch... I just meant it’s your first visit," the guard shot back.

"Oh, sorry, I’m just nervous," Jill said, noticing that she could see a waiting room behind the glass. There were six women obviously waiting for their visits. Jill scratched her head, and she thought it was weird that it kind of made her feel good, because at times she felt like she was the only one.

"Here take this," the guard said, sliding her a manila envelope. "Put your valuables in it... purse... jewelry... everything."

"Everything?" Jill snapped.

"Yeah, everything valuable, your watch, your car, your house... just put them all in that little envelope!" The guard snarled.

"Oh, I’m sorry again. I guess I had a little too much coffee this morning."

Jill complied with his order and then the guard handed her some forms to fill out, before he buzzed her into the waiting area. Jill took a seat. She was nervous but anxious to see her husband. (Still fuming that she had to wait six months after her husband was sentenced before they would allow her a personal visit with him.)

‘What cruel person thought up that frigging rule? I mean, I’m his wife after all,’ she burned, signing her names to the forms.

Meanwhile, outside of the waiting area, two men dressed in uniforms looked the women over. Sergeant Adams spotted Jill on the waiting room’s surveillance camera. Sergeant Adams was a husky man in his late forties. He was also in charge of prison visits on the weekends. 

"There she is... looking good, eh?" he said, nudging his hunting buddy, who also happened to be the sheriff’s only son, Deputy Duffy.

"How the hell did I miss her at the trial?" Duffy sighed, as they checked her out. "Nice long soft brown hair, adorable face. Wow! She looks so young and innocent," Duffy whispered, before he asked. "You sure she’s thirty?"

"Yeah, she thirty all right, cute little thing ain’t she?" Adams said, as he read her file.

"Usually I never miss the cute ones."

"You were too busy testifying against her fucking husband," Adams said with a chuckle. "Fucking drug smuggler piece of shit!"

"Easy now... remember that blood pressure. Don’t you think she will recognize me?" Duffy said.

"I don’t know, most of the time her eyes were all watered up," Adams teased.

"Only one way to find out," the young deputy said, as they approached Jill.

"Hello Mrs. Kelly, I’m Sergeant Adams and this is...."

"The jerk that took away my husband," Jill interrupted.

"I was just doing my job ma’am," Duffy smirked, as he thought. "I guess I just have one of those faces."

"Have you signed your forms?" Adams asked.

"Yeah here, can I see my husband now? It’s been so long."

Jill hadn’t been able to even hold her husband’s hand in over a year and a half since Deputy Duffy arrested her husband and his best friend, since she wasn’t able to come up with the million-dollar bail bond.

Deputy Duffy made the arrest quite by chance. Duffy and Sergeant Adams as well as several guards from the state prison were hunting in Northern Vermont, near the United States-Canada border. While stalking a buck, he ran into a couple of men who were looking for a small road that led into Canada that the deputy knew was unmanned most of the time. He only became suspicious when he told them a better way to get to the border, but they were insistent, so he showed them the way. He also called the border patrol and had them waiting at the border. The drugs were quickly found in the trunk of their car.

"I understand your impatience, but we still have our procedures," Adams said, before he added, "If you come with us we will start your search."

"Search?" Jill screamed out.

The sounds of nervous laughter from the other women quickly filled the room.

"Didn’t you read the forms? Before you can see your husband, we have to perform a search for illegal contraband. See, it’s on page two," Adams scolded, showing her the forms.

Jill shook her head as she thought, "I must of read them too quickly."

"Let’s go... your hubby is waiting," Adams barked.

Jill got up slowly. Her breakfast tossed in her stomach, as she followed the two men. They stopped in front of a black door with the words "visitor processing" written in yellow.

"What going on? I mean, GUYS, where are the female guards?" Jill asked nervously.

"I don’t know... maybe in the female prison," Adams answered sarcastically. He had been down this road many times before.

"You’re not, I mean, what do you think I’m an idiot?" Jill screeched.

"What’s the problem? You signed the forms. It gives us, the prison personal, the right to search you and your belongings," Adams said, scanning her over.

"No fucking way I’m letting you guys touch me!" Jill cried out.

"Geez buddy, I don’t think she likes us much," Adams said with a chuckle. "Oh well, have it your way. I’m kissing my wife’s soft lips tonight."

"Fuck you!" Jill snapped.

"Nice language, and I thought you were the shy and innocent type," Duffy said, before Adams added, "Well, see yah in three months."

"Three months?" Jill moaned.

"Yeah, you only get personal visits every three months, unless properly authorized," Adams said with a sly smile.

Jill threw her hands to her hips. "First you make me wait six months and now three more... I’m his wife for..."

"And this is prison. Not a fucking Holiday Inn!" Adams shouted out.

"You can’t do this, just wait until my lawyer hears about this one," Jill said, and then she turned and scampered down the hall.

"I hope he does a better job than he did at the trial," Duffy hollered, just before Jill slammed the exit door.

The two men shared a laugh.

"I guess her old man goes hungry today," Adams said.

"Do you wanna tell him or can I?" Duffy said, and the two men shared another laugh.

"Oh well, lets see what else we have today, I mean I’m here anyways," Duffy said.

(Deputy Duffy didn’t work in the prison, but he was on special assignment. He would also come to visit his older hunting buddy Sergeant Adams when informed that he had someone special coming in because Sergeant Adams thought Deputy Duffy, despite the fact that he was only 26 years old, was the best female processor in the state.)

Jill left the prison and returned home. She cried herself to sleep the next couple of nights from the pain of missing her husband, and because she blamed herself for not having the courage to go through with the men’s search.

"How selfish could I be? How can I ever face my husband again?" She cried, over and over.

She talked to her lawyer repeatedly, for several weeks. He told her that since she had signed the consent forms, which was a legal document that gave any prison personnel, male or female, permission to search her for contraband at anytime within the prison’s walls. He just couldn’t find any way around it. If she wanted to see her husband she would have to let them search her. Her lawyer also informed her just what type of search they could perform if the so chose.

"STRIP-SEARCH!" Jill screamed out when she heard the news. "Noooo!"

She also talked to her mom, who had been her tower of strength during the trial, unlike Bob’s family, who disowned him after his arrest, and she built up Jill’s strength once again. She even offered to come with her when Jill went back.

Jill also talked to her friends and her coworkers from the little bookstore where she took a job after her husband got arrested. It was the only job she could find since she hadn’t had a job since high school. She never needed one. Her husband had a good job as a stockbroker that paid well and his father had also given him a large sum of money when he graduated from high school. They lived in a large house, drove fancy cars, and took luxurious vacations. They lived a charmed life. Then, Jill’s husband Bob had a streak of bad luck. A change in the stock market, and some bad advice had cost Bob’s clients millions, and nearly wiped out Bob.

He became desperate. He needed quick cash to maintain their current lifestyle. He swallowed his pride and asked his father for some quick cash, but to no avail. His father told him that he would have to change his ways, and make do. He suggested selling their home, which was worth almost a million dollars, but Bob was too proud to sell his home. That’s when his friend Stan came up with the drug delivery scheme that landed them both in jail. Stan made it sound so easy. Just drive the drugs up from Connecticut and make a delivery in Canada. Stan, as it turned out, took the easy way out and hung himself in jail, while waiting for trial, leaving Bob to take the fall.

Jill gathered up her strength and made another Saturday appointment. She tried to call and write her husband several times to let him know what happened -- why she hadn’t been there to visit him, but, they told her that she didn’t fill out the proper forms.

Finally, it was time for her Saturday visit. She found herself back outside the prison’s walls. She took one last look at her outfit, having dressed extra conservatively, not showing any skin at all.

"Just let’em feel me up through all this," she said, as she entered the prison again. She walked with a new sense of purpose. She didn’t want to let them get the best of her. She strolled with renewed confidence, but most of all she was desperate. She needed her husband to co-sign the sales agreement on their home, so she could make ends meet, at least for a little while. Her job at the bookstore just wasn’t paying the bills.

Jill’s heart raced as she entered the waiting area again. She thought it was strange that this time she was alone, as she had made sure she filled out all the forms they had this time, reading them all extra carefully.

"Mrs. Kelly, would you come with us," a deep voice bellowed, almost causing Jill to jump off her chair. Jill looked up and saw the same two men that she saw on her last visit, each wearing a smile. Her stomached fluttered as she followed them down the hall.

‘What do these guys fucking live here?’ She said to herself.

Jill noticed a tough looking, dirty blonde woman leaning against the black door. Jill looked her over. She was about the same height 5’6", as Jill, although, she looked like she was just a little heaver then Jill’s 115 pounds.

Jill blushed when she got an even closer look at the woman, who was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and small black skirt. Both of which were way too small to cover her pronounced curves. She also wore a pair of heeled clogs.

Sergeant Adams cleared his throat. "Deputy Duffy this is April James. She’s here to see her husband Bull James, who is back with us for another stay."

After a brief exchange of greetings they entered the processing room. Jill felt even more uncomfortable now. April looked and acted like she had been though this before. She was even smiling and joking with the two men.

‘Was she actually flirting with them?’ Jill wondered, as she scanned the small room, which was bare, except for a stainless steel table that glistened at one end.

Jill’s mind was racing as she moved over to the table. She was a little miffed that they didn’t even ask her if they could search the two of them together. Jill also couldn’t help but wonder if April knew that her large nipples showed through her shirt and could easily be seen by the men.

"Ladies, Deputy Duffy is here as a member of the Vermont State Police Special Task Force. It seems that there has been some concern that illegal contraband has been finding its way into our correctional facility. He is here to assist us, and help us re-examine our procedures," Sergeant Adams announced.

Deputy Duffy had all he could do to keep his poker face on. He’d been anxiously waiting for Jill’s return. Jill, on the other hand, couldn’t believe how young the deputy looked up close.

She looked him over. ‘Gee... he looks like he is just out of high school. Ok, he is a semi-good looking guy, but still...’

He moved over in front of her.

‘5’10" 190 pounds,’ she guessed. ‘Nice green eyes, cleanly shaven, baby faced.’ Maybe it was the blue uniform, or the short haircut, but for a second she felt strangely attracted to him.

‘But wait! He was the ass that took my husband away from me, and now he wants to search me too,’ Jill quickly reminded herself. It was almost too much for her to handle.

"Alright ladies," Deputy Duffy said clapping his hands. "Let’s do a little manual pat down. Jill step forward and stand on the star."

Jill scanned the gray floor, until she saw that in the center of the room there was a large silver star. She slowly moved over to it, although, she didn’t feel like a star. She figured this had to be some sort of sick joke on their part.

"Hands on top of your head," Duffy ordered.

Jill slowly complied. She hated being the center of attention, and she trembled at the thought of this young man putting his hands on her.

"Hey Sarg, did you bag anything after I had to leave the other day?" Duffy said to Sergeant Adams as he moved behind Jill. He began to run his hands over Jill’s shoulders and down her back. She trembled at his first touch.

"Nah, didn’t see shit. My buddy bagged a doe though," Sergeant Adams replied.

Jill felt his hands brush the back of her pants. Then felt his fingers running inside her waistband and then traveling over the top of her ass. They applied more pressure then she expected, but as she started to protest, they left and traveled down her leg.

"Man, I haven’t shot anything for a couple of years now," Duffy said, his hands now running back up the other leg.

"Well, unless you count the couple of dudes who tried to rob that 7-11," Adams said, and then he laughed

Jill braced her body. She figured if his hands traveled down the back they would probably travel up the front on the way back up. She figured right. She felt his run up and press right against her crotch. It was all she could do to fight her natural instinct to turn around and slap the deputy.

His hands were now running around the front of her pants waistband. "Dude, you know what I meant," he said and then his hands glided over Jill’s flat stomach. Jill’s body was quivering.

"Yeah I know," Sergeant Adams said, "But those two assholes, will never be back here again."

"That’s for damn sure," Duffy quickly replied.

Jill whimpered, as his hands found her heavy sweater-covered breasts, and slowly moved over them, but also due to the topic of their conversation.

‘Did the Deputy who is lightly squeezing my breasts now really kill two guys or are they just trying to make me more nervous then I am already,’ she thought, although, she didn’t know if that was possible.

"Please," she moaned, feeling the pressure increase. She sighed, as his hands left her breasts and rubbed around her neck, and then they started running through her hair.

‘So much for all that time this morning, making it just right,’ Jill thought, ‘but at least that’s over. The nerve...’

"Man look at all this hair," Duffy said, as he undid her hair clip.

"You going to see Bon Jovi later?" Adams said with a laugh. He was almost giddy with excitement. He just loved watching his buddy in action.

"Alright Jill... step back... April over here," Duffy said, pointing at April.

"Goodie, my turn," April giggled, with a snap of her gum, as she stepped to the star.

Jill flooded with relief. ‘Although it had been a little embarrassing, all in all it wasn’t that bad,’ she thought, before she cringed. ‘Darn, I can’t believe I made my husband wait three more months for that... what was I thinking?’

Jill couldn’t help but watch as Deputy Duffy started to run his hands quickly down April’s back and up over her front. She scrunched her face when his hands cupped April’s large breasts.

‘He’s sure taking his time there,’ she thought.

Sergeant Adams moved to her side. ‘Now why is he searching her breasts,’ she wondered as she watched, before she thought, ‘That’s not searching guys... that’s feeling up.’

"Very nice... Alright, April step back," Duffy said, and then waited until she did. "Now that we know that you’re not carrying any large contraband we just have to search for the small stuff, and then you can proceed with your visit."

Jill’s heart sank, remembering her lawyer’s words.

"We might as well start with you April," Duffy said, as the two men were now standing, shoulder to shoulder, on the star. "Jill stand over here next to me." Jill did so but was confused as too why, before the deputy cleared his throat. "Just lift..."

"I know the drill," April interrupted. (April was a veteran at this. Her husband had been in and out of jails all along the eastern seaboard.)

Jill was stunned when April lifted her white T-shirt up over her breasts. She swore the men gasped when they saw her large areolas, and bumpy brown nipples spring into view. April then lifted her small skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Jill quickly noticed that she wasn’t wearing panties and that her pussy was completely shaved, as she assumed, did the two men, judging by where their eyes were focused. Jill’s face quickly flushed.

"I’m sorry April, I forgot you’ve been though this before," Duffy said, when April stood with arms by her side, palms facing the men. He also soaked in her body. His buddy had told him that April had a body built for porn. The young deputy instantly agreed with his analysis, giving Adams an approving wink.

Jill was completely blown away, at the power these men had, as she thought, ‘There’s no way they were gonna make me strip too! I can’t! I won’t!’

"Turn around April," Duffy said, as he swirled a finger in the air. April followed.

"Nice tattoo... red bull... Oh I get it," he said with a laugh, remembering her husband’s name.

Jill couldn’t help but look. She had a nice red bull tattoo on her right ass cheek. She also couldn’t help but watch as they made her grab her ankles and then reach back and spread her ass checks, which Jill thought, wasn’t so nice. Watching this was almost too much for Jill. She wanted to run out the door screaming, but April looked up at her and smiled, like it was no big deal.

Jill looked away when the two men moved in for a closer look at April’s back view. Now, she just couldn’t bear to watch, mostly, because she knew that she was next. The two men were just inches from April’s stretched open pussy, admiring her bright pink insides, when a buzzing sound broke up the action. It was coming from the red phone on the far wall. A perturbed Adams went over and answered it.

"Hello Sheriff. Yeah, he’s here, one sec." Adams held the phone up. "Deputy Duffy your dad’s on the phone."

Jill shook her head. ‘The young deputy’s father is the sheriff. Well now that just figures,’ Jill thought, as the Deputy moved over to the phone. ‘No wonder he acts like he owns the place.’

The two men both seemed to be chatting away on the phone with the sheriff, when April nudged Jill. "First time eh," she whispered.

"Yeah, is it that obvious?" Jill whispered back.

"I could tell by the way you’re dressed. It looks like you’re on your way to church, and it looks like you’re gunna pee yourself."

Jill snapped her head around at April, but didn’t have a reply.

"It’s alright girl. I remember my first time too, but it was before I had these," April said, as she pointed to her breasts, which were still exposed. "They were a gift from my old man."

"They’re nice," Jill managed, although, she was slightly embarrassed at her closeness. "Why didn’t she at least cover herself back up?" She thought.

"Yeah, nice to look at... which helps a lot in here, but they’re like carrying a ten-pound bowling ball on your chest," April said, and the two women shared a light giggle. "That’s it girl, you gut to lighten up. It’s the only way to make it through this... Can I ask how long is your man in for?"

"The lawyer said at least eight years," Jill answered.

"Eight fucking years... oh man... then you better learn to play the game," April whispered.

Jill looked at April with a puzzled face.

"Look, do you love your husband?" April asked.

"Yes!" Jill replied emphatically.

"Alright, then you have to learn for his sake," April whispered. "How long has it been since you’ve been with your husband... you know sexually?"

"I don’t know," Jill groaned, a little embarrassed by the question and also the fact that it was being asked by a nearly naked women, whose large breasts were brushing against her arm. "Ah, I haven’t been able to touch him for nine months... oh, and then there was like a little more than a year for the trial thing."

"That’s almost two years?" April interrupted.

Jill looked down, ashamed.

April moved closer to Jill’s ear. "If you love him, and you wanna stay with him then you have to check your ego at the door and swallow your pride, otherwise, forget he ever existed and move on."

"No way! He is the only man I’ll ever love," Jill groaned out.

"I know how you feel. I would never leave my dumb-ass husband either. Ok then here is how it works around here... quickly ‘cause we don’t have much time," April hurriedly whispered, as Jill leaned closer. "When you come to visit, wear something like me... something simple. Forget the bra ‘cuz they won’t let you take it in anyways."

Jill couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

"If you wear an outfit like yours then they make a big show out of stripping it off of you... you’ll see. Usually I just flash em, and then I’m in."

 Jill looked at April with a scrunched face.

"I think they just wanted someone more experienced to make it easier for you. They even told me how you chickened out last time," April continued, as Jill shook with anger, remembering that day.

"You have to pretend you like it and them... no matter how much you wanna scratch their eyes out. Look if they sense fear or shyness, they will just use it against yah. In here they’re all power hungry."

So far, that was one thing Jill could agree with.

"When you finally make it into see your old man, dressing like this works too. It gives your man easier access to your body, since the guards won’t let you take off your clothes in the visitor’s room, but will let you get like this."

Jill once again flashed April a stunned look.

"Believe me! When your man finally sees yah, he’s gonna want touch you everywhere and he’s gonna want to be touched. Shit, they’re locked in cages 23 hours a day. 23 hours -- nine months -- do the math girl."

Jill looked down in shame. "Don’t the guards... w-w-watch... I mean?" She mumbled.

"Yeah they watch. They’re perverts too. But believe me you’ll get to the point where being with your man is more important than that," April said, as the deputy hung up the phone. "Oh yeah, just don’t tell your man what you had to go through to see him. There are some things a guy in prison just doesn’t need to hear."

The two men ended their conversation and marched back over towards them. Jill’s heart pounded.

"Ok, where were we...? Ah yes, Jill are you ready?" Duffy asked.

Jill nodded her head, which was still spinning from April’s sermon.

"Very good then why don’t you start by unbuttoning that sweater," Duffy said, rubbing his hands together.

Jill’s fingers fumbled with the buttons. Se had lied when she said she was ready. She also couldn’t believe she was actually going to strip for the men. She watched as Adams positioned April so she could watch too.

"Ok, now hold it open."

Jill slowly opened her sweater up, exposing her white bra to their view. Her face flushed again.

"All the way," Duffy barked.

Jill spread out the sweater a far as it would go. Her arms were like rubber. Tears were already forming in her eyes.

"Now, off."

After a stalling breath, she finally took it off and handed it to Adams for inspection, following another command.

"Ok, lift your bra away from your tits and shake’em out."

Jill smacked her lips, and hesitated for a moment, a little confused by the order, and she also hated the word "tits."

"Need some help," Sergeant Adams barked, snapping the nightstick off his belt. Jill jumped back, but the table stopped her retreat. Sergeant Adams brought his nightstick up and ran it over Jill’s left breast.

"P-please," Jill pleaded, as she felt it trace her nipple. "I can do it."

Deputy Duffy patted Adams on the shoulder and the nightstick fell. Jill reluctantly pulled the cups away from her breasts and began to slowly shake her shoulders.

"Lean forward and continue."

Jill did so, almost breaking into tears, but trying not to give them the satisfaction. She knew that somehow, someway, she had to make it though this, for her husband’s sake.

"Ok, since bras aren’t allowed in the visitor’s room. I’m afraid I’m going to have to confiscate it... hand it over!" Sergeant Adams barked out.

Jill’s eyes shifted to April’s face, and she flashed her that "see" look.

Jill’s face burned now, as she reached back and unhooked her bra, suddenly remembering that no one but her husband and her female doctor had seen her naked breasts since she had developed. Slowly, unintentionally seductively, she slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled it away from her body. Her hand trembled, as she handed it over to Sergeant Adams and then quickly covered her breasts with her hands.

"Look buddy, another one for my collection... man this thing is heavy," Adams said, pretending to have trouble lifting it.

The two men laughed, which added to Jill’s embarrassment, and then they just stared at her.

"What?" Jill managed, hating their lustful looks.

"Are you gonna just stand there and massage your tits all day, or are you gonna put your hands down so we can inspect’em?" Duffy said, with a smirk.

It took Jill all she had to slowly drop her hands. She fought to not cover them back up, and it didn’t help that the two men didn’t even hide the fact that they were gawking at her exposed breasts. Jill wanted to die as the seconds slowly ticked by. She joined the rest of the eyes in the room and looked down at her breasts. They were medium sized, a little on the pointy side, but it was her pink marshmallow like nipples that embarrassed Jill the most. But from the smiles the two men traded, they seem to enjoying them.

"Ah hum... unbutton your pants," Duffy managed, almost losing his professional demeanor for a second.

Jill wiped away a tear and then fumbled with the three buttons on her pants, but got them unsnapped.