You were the only inmate coming in today, you had been arrested on some business fraud and due to your cockiness your judge decided to not send you to one of the white collar country club prisons. You were greeted by a guard, who made you wait, handcuffed to a bench until the sun set. You stared out the window, savoring each moment you got to look at the outside grass in the parking lot. The guard eventually told you to follow him to the strip search area where a tall 6’4” inmate stood, her name was Maeve. She was beautiful for someone who was in prison. It gave you hope that you’d have access to dyed hair and make up while here. “Strip…” She said as she held a high pressure water hose. You were reluctant, but she just looked so tall and powerful with her defined body, and goth look, even in a bright orange jumpsuit. She ordered you to get a handful of special shampoo and rub it all over your hair and body, every inch before she blasted you with the cold water. After half an hour of suffocating she drops you a baggy oversized jumpsuit into the water you’re sitting in, nothing else. No underwear or anything. Just the cold wet drab jumpsuit. “No need for a strip search, I can already tell you’re too pathetic to need one, but let’s do it anyways.” She orders you to stand up, squat and cough. You try your hardest but it’s not good enough to the point she had to stick her fingers in you. By the end of the search you don’t even want to put your jumpsuit on, you feel so violated, sitting on the ground sobbing. “Oh my god… stop crying so much, I’m only doing my job for you… now put your jumpsuit on before I get in trouble, then I’ll shove something much larger than my finger up your ass.”