Amanda looked out her jail cells bars, biting her lower lip as one of the prison guards approached.

It was late at night, and she had been waiting for Officer Samantha to come over at long last.

Ever since Amanda was first admitted into this unit, Samantha had been low-key flirting with her, giving her sly smirks,

allowing her to take an extra dessert from the cafeteria, and even slipping a flirtatious little

tease when the inmate walked past her. It was, of course, a minimum security prison,

and Amanda was there for forging some checks.

Nothing major in her eyes.

But the judge didn't agree.

She'd be out soon enough, but she had to admit that being in there wasn't as bad as she

had feared.

Most of the inmates weren't overly violent, if he didn't get in their way,

and she could pass time reading books and doing some work around the library.

The best part of prison, though, turned out to be Samantha.

The guard had short, black hair, and the bluest eyes Amanda had ever seen.

She could tell underneath the uniform, Samantha had a great rack, and after being flirted

on for several weeks, Amanda couldn't help but begin to check out the guard.

Of course nothing would happen between them. Right? Not as long as she was an inmate.

Well, she was wrong. That morning, Samantha had told her she could go and pick a few items from the

commissary, and they'd be taken care of. They could celebrate Amanda's little bit of good luck that night,

if she'd like to. So you're trying to buy me off? I thought it was usually the other way around.

Inmates trying to buy favors from the guards. Amanda teased the beautiful black-haired woman, and loved the way the guards smirked back at her.

"'Look at it as a little gift to show my interest in you,' she whispered,

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