Thread: Behind Bars (Sarah x Dominiongoddess)

Shizel sighed as she slipped into her guards uniform, she had not expected to be a prison guard. She believed that after her four years in the military that she would have a much better job prospect waiting for her, apparently that was not how it worked. After applying to plenty of places, private security firms and such, she had been stuck with guarding inmates, only a step or two above a rent-a-cop. She looked around the small locker room as she finished putting on her shirt, choosing to have it be not tucked in to allow herself to look slightly attractive, not wanting to look as haggard as the only other female guard in the dressing room at the moment. Maybe it was because she wanted to have some form of pride or it could be because she didn't see this job as very serious but dressing 'properly' was just not going to happen, she refused to tuck in her shirt and as far as she was concerned buttoning up to the top was ridiculous. Not that Shizel really had to work to be beautiful, she had been blessed in that department with natural beauty, a beauty where even without makeup she could attract attention, wanted or not. She was tall, with slender limbs, her body all the more attractive with the muscle tone and shape attained from her exercise routine. Along with that her supple breasts and soft dark skin could catch anyone's eye. Despite her tomboyish attitude and short hair, her beautiful eyes and feminine face had always made it perfectly clear which sex she was and fairer was the correct word to describe it. In the army it had brought her nothing but trouble, here she figured it wouldn't really matter much, she thought that being beautiful wouldn't matter because none of the guards here had motive or opportunity to try things like had happened in the army. She had times where her own comrades had made moves on her, sometimes trying to be forceful, not that she allowed that sort of thing, her pride had never allowed her to be taken before. She had relations of course but she had never had to accept what others had wanted, she had always made her own decisions. She planned to do the same thing here, from the moment she stepped out of the changing room the air around her spoke of that very pride which she had always had. She was different from most of the guards, the way she walked, the look in her eyes, they all spoke of experience and confidence. As she made her way into the cell block where she would take her first shift, her eyes were around and looked at all of the women in their cells wondering which ones were going to demand the attention she had to share between all of them, which ones would be troublemakers. For the moment she had it in her head that whatever happened she would be in control, even as her eyes fell upon the stronger looking women around she didn't flinch or even for a moment feel fear. Her gazing was interrupted shortly by another guard, the same haggard women she had seen in the dressing room tapping her shoulder. She looked back, her eyes looking at the women, probably about 40 who had obviously been smocking way too much and obviously hadn't had much trouble in the years she worked here by her stance and the bit of fat showing she didn't exercise enough. You should be careful, the women in those cells are going to look at you as much as you look at them, they can get nasty too... she said and Shizel just nodded. It wasn't really useful information but it was enough to cause the women to go on her way, the only thing she had wanted, leaving her to be by herself once more. She began walking through the center and heading towards the kitchencafeteria where the inmates would be eating soon, going slowly as to continue to look at the inmates on the lower floor, that was usually where the troublesome ones were kept, so a better eye could be kept on them. Which ones would give her trouble though? She wondered... Would any of them give her trouble?