Lovey was extremely bright and that, combined with her playboy looks had made her the target of "sleeping her way to the top" gossip. But in fact it had all been done with hard work and high marks on every test she had taken.

The few times her fellow academy members hadn't harped on her looks, were on the exercise field classes where her shorts and tight tops showed her 36d-22-36 measurements were very real indeed. At 5- foot 9-inches tall and blonde to boot she looking vaguely like Pamela Anderson. Well, you can see why comparisons were being made, and having a name like Lovey Kravsit only made things worse.

Her desire to be a police officer wasn't guided by the same desire as her fellow classmates though. She had led a very misguided childhood and this was her way to repay society for all the bad she had done as a teenager, from leading a gang of thieves to even worse. The fact that she alone had headed various gangs she had belonged to and that she had never been caught meant she had no record to disqualify her for training at the academy. A lot of her friends from her past had been arrested and sent away never to be heard from again.

Now in the office of Warden White, Lovey sat in a crisp newly issued uniform that fit her a bit snugger than she would have liked, but she figured she could get a looser uniform later on.

She listened to his speech welcoming her to the new world correctional professionals -- all the while watching his eyes dart constantly to the shirt that strained to bursting over her tits. Thank god she had on the standard issue correctional pants or his eyes would have been burning at her legs too. When the meeting was over she was ordered to report to command headquarters and that's where she went.

At command headquarters the commander in charge had already seen Lovey (unknown to her) at the academy and had in fact personally pushed for her immediate acceptance to the prison staff despite a two-year waiting list for admittance by other academy graduates.

He had watched her on the grounds running laps, and he had plans for her. When she got to headquarters she was issued her ID's, her weapons and ammunition, her radio equipment and given her new assignment in cell block four. She was also issued her new uniform unique to cell block four.

Cellblock four was the commander's sole discretion for prisoners and guards alike and as such he also controlled uniforms for the area. Lovey was directed to a changing room and put everything on that she was given, but she had second thoughts about the uniform, and asked the commander if it was really something she had to wear.

"My dear Miss Kravsit, this cell block houses men who have killed during the commission of a criminal act. As such they all have very lengthy sentences and since they are in 23 hour a day lockdown, they mostly think about escaping. I need to take their minds off escaping and that's why I requested you personally. You will be unique on cellblock four in that you're the only woman."

"You'll be in no danger since you have a radio with you at all times, but you will be able to divert the men's attention. And dare I say it; you will make them want to stay where they are. Your uniform has been approved by the warden himself and if you don't like it, you will be terminated immediately without a chance of ever being hired in the law enforcement field ever again." He waited for her response.

Lovey Kravsit stood stock still in the new uniform, which was even snugger fitting than her first one. This one was so tight that she couldn't button her top three buttons as regulations called for leaving quite a bit of cleavage on display. And her bra (provided by the commander) was something out of Frederick's of Hollywood, since pushed her tits up and out.

It was her skirt though that really bothered her. It was at least four inches above her knees and quite tight. The issued g-string tended to show she wasn't wearing panties. And the heels, what prison guard wore heels?

But in her mind Lovey reasoned out that, yes the prisoners would view her as a sex object and maybe she would divert their attention from escaping. It did make sense in a strange sort of way, she decided. She reported to her assigned area and decided to make the best of it.

Lovey was used to being looked on as a sex object even though she had been celibate for over two years now. Before that she had regularly engaged in anonymous sex with both guys and girls, and in fact she'd had four abortions between 17 to 19. No one knew about that she thought with some relief.

Her fellow guards wasted no time in letting her know that they thought she was a hotty -- guards are some of the most chauvinistic men on earth!

But Lovey only wanted to do her job well, so she found her time slot and set off to do her rounds. Thank god she could at least get away from those pigs she thought.

Lovey had barely begun to walk the first tier of her block when the prisoners starting letting out with whistles and catcalls. Her heels clicked on the steel floors and the prisoners all knew she was approaching their areas. It was on the 2nd floor that something she hadn't counted on happened.

Rocky Biltright was on that floor and had heard the comments and knew a new female guard was on shift. He waited for her approach so he could check her out and when she came into view he almost swallowed his tongue. "Lovey, is that you?" he said.

Lovey stopped in mid-stride having recognized the voice. "Rocky? Is that really you?"

He happily replied, "It's me babe in the flesh. What're you doing here?"

And that's when all hell broke loose. Other prisoners had heard their exchange and began hollering, "Rocky knows the bitch, Rocky knows the bitch."

The guards in the office came out running to see what was going on.

The guards made the prisoners quiet down. And while this was happening, Lovey stood next to Rocky's cell and told him to please keep his mouth shut about their past.

Rocky had been in Lovey's group of friends back in their youth. She had been involved in a heist that had gone awry when Rocky had to shoot the bank guard. He had been in prison now for 5 years. In Lovey he saw a plan hatching, but one that Lovey wouldn't like.

After things quieted down they talked, her standing just outside his cell, him up close to the bars, while prisoners on both sides tried to listen to the conversation. With mirrors they could see the hot bitch shaking her head "no" then in reluctance "yes."

Since none of them could actually talk to each other, they had set up their own jungle drums so to speak and the message was passed like wildfire throughout the cellblock that Lovey would do as she was told. Her first day passed like an eternity.

*

The next day on the job she knew what was expected of her. Not only was Rocky there, there were 7 other members of former gangs she'd been in and all had information on her that could put her away for years. She finally worked out an agreement with them. The one thing that they couldn't get in prison. The one thing that every one of them wanted most. She had to provide sex to the men in exchange for their silence. There was no way out of it; even if she quit they still had damaging information on her that could put her away.

She started her walk and the catcalls started once again. When she got to Rocky's cell she pressed up close to the bars while he felt her up and began to undress her. Guys everywhere held mirrors and watched the show. The word had been passed to watch and not make any sound and all was quiet as the show went on.

Then Rocky pushed Lovey to her knees and pulled out his cock. She began to suck his cock and it was like the whole wing sighed at the sight of her sucking off a fellow prisoner.

Then Rocky turned her around and Lovey was facing the guys across the commons and they could she her naked body as he fondled her. Then he then bent her over and pulled her ass up against the bars of his cell and fucked her while everyone watched with lumps in their pants. Lovey's moans of pleasure were on the only sounds in the whole place unless you count all the zippers being pulled down and water and soap slapping onto cocks as the inmates jerked off.

Rocky didn't need long to finish and in truth it had been good for Lovey as well. Her predicament, her job, her being naked, her being watched, it all had turned her on.

After Rocky had gotten off in her, Lovey continued her rounds on the tier and when another prisoner called her over. She knew she had no choice and so once again her body was used as a sex toy while countless men watched.

By the end of her rounds she had been fucked by 13 out of 120 cons in the cellblock, but she knew that the next day the number would grow. What she didn't know yet was that the whole thing had been viewed by her fellow guards and commander, and even the warden on the security monitors. Tomorrow would be radically different for Lovey.

*

The next day the Warden called Lovey into his office after having had a long chat with Rocky who was one of the cellblock snitches. Rocky had spilled everything about Lovey's past.

The warden had some files downloaded of unsolved crimes sitting in front of him when Lovey came into his office. These he showed her and wondered if she knew anything about them. Right away she knew someone had ratted on her. The warden proceeded to tell her that surveillance cameras had caught her breaking at least ten state laws and two federal laws yesterday when she'd had sex with the prisoners.

He told her that, and that the unsolved crimes could lead to her being locked up here for twenty to thirty years unless she complied with his wishes.

Lovey looked at him and knew what "complied" meant and knew that she was about to be blackmailed. Yet deep inside her soul she wanted to be blackmailed, to dominated by this powerful man.

The warden stepped around the desk and his pants were already dropped to his ankles and he shuffled around like a cartoon character. Lovey almost laughed although she knew better than too. She went to her knees in front of him and gave him the first blowjob he had received in over ten years since his wife had died.

The commander's office was next and he simply said, "Strip."

Lovey sighed, and did as she was told. She got fucked on his coffee table and it was the first time for him without having it be a hooker in almost ten years when he had accidentally caught his bosses wife role- playing as a hooker for some old guy in the bad part of town. That was how this former trash collector had come to be a commander on his first day on the job, uncertified and everything.

The next stop for Lovey was the guardhouse where all her fellow guards were waiting for her and it became a gangbang marathon for the young girl. Fortunately they were all quick shooters since the only sex they ever got was from each other behind the locked doors of the guard's shower room at quitting time.

Her rounds that day were a non-stop marathon of prisoner fucking. Lovey had over 50 men fucking her pussy or mouth or ass that day. But it didn't matter, she was in no position to say "no" to anyone, and if the truth be known, she actually began to look forward to being watched as she was fucked.

*

For three weeks she did her rounds like this and every day was a repeat of the day before except that the number of prisoners fucking her increased on a daily basis. Her pussy was so sore and stretched that she actually couldn't feel most of the men inside her anymore. And yet she came to work everyday on time and ready -- to keep from going to jail herself.

During her fourth week on the job several new prisoners were led in and assigned cells and they were told of the guard who put out and each looked forward to this unsuspected bonus in prison life.

During her rounds that day Lovey did her duty; by now she was putting out for everyone in the cellblock. Even the janitors where getting some. In fact when she heard that there were new prisoners she hoped they would offer something different for a change.

By now on the tiers she was mostly naked just scooting up ass backwards to each cell without looking in, then there was a new guy, she could tell by the way he handled her body. It was different somehow and he fucked her slowly and longer than all the rest like he had had sex regularly and lately.

The thing that frightened Lovey was when he shot his load inside her, something felt different. For some reason she knew something biological had just happened. In a daze though without looking back she moved on to the next cell and completed her duties.

*

The next day Lovey made a vow to find out about the "one" as she called him. It seems though that the prisoner had requested a change of blocks and the warden had agreed for some reason.

Two months later she was late for her period and had a test and yep sure enough she was pregnant. She had access to all blood types and DNA on her cellblock and did a search but found no matches. Not from the guards or warden or janitors even.

Lovey remembered the transferred prisoner and pulled up his DNA on the computer and it was him! He was the father of her child and when she looked to the top of the screen and saw the name she almost passed out. It was Lenny Kravitz aka Lenny Kravsit, in jail on drug possession. It was her own Daddy who had knocked her up!

The End