Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun hung low in the sky as the Angels—Sabrina, Jill, and Kelly—cautiously stepped through the glass doors of the Pine Parish Prison Farm, escorted by the sheriff. The lobby was a sterile, fluorescent-lit box with a reception desk that looked like it had seen better days. A tall woman with square shoulders sat behind the desk, standing and walking around the desk as her eyes fixed on them as they entered. She was dressed in a skirted uniform that highlighted her tall, thin frame, and her severe bun made her appear even more imposing.
She looked them up and down, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Jailbirds," she muttered, as if she'd been expecting them. "Name?"
Sabrina, the group's de facto leader, stepped forward. Her dark hair was styled in a sleek, practical cut, and her eyes, a warm shade of hazel, held a calm determination. "Sabrina Turner," she replied. "And these are my friends, Jill Conrad and Kelly Foster."
Sabrina gestured to the women beside her. Jill, with her feathered blonde hair and a smirk that could light up a room, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. You're the brains, Sabrina. Now let's get this shitshow over with."
The guard, Maxine, lowered her gaze to a clipboard, flipping through a few pages. "Strip down to your birthday suits. Make it fast."
Jill's smirk vanished, replaced by a look of discomfort.
"In front of him?" She jerked her thumb towards the man who had introduced himself as Sheriff Clint. He was a middle-aged man with a beer gut that strained against his uniform, and a sweat stain blooming on the back of his shirt.
Maxine smirked coldly. "You can use the partition there if you're modest, dearie."
Jill rolled her eyes again, but her hands came up to her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. Sabrina and Kelly followed suit, their faces impassive as they stripped down to their undergarments in the chilly air of the lobby.
Sabrina's bra and panties were practical and modest, while Kelly's lacy set hinted at a softer side. Jill's panties were a neon pink that clashed with her feathered blonde hair. The three women stood in their underwear, a picture of defiance and discomfort.
Sheriff Clint leered at them from his desk, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Tell the warden we hit the jackpot this time," he said to Maxine. "Them girls are prime candidates for the house.
Especially that blonde," the sheriff added, his eyes glued to Jill's half-naked body. His gaze lingered on her full breasts, barely contained by her bra, and the smooth expanse of her stomach before trailing down to the bright pink panties that could barely be called such.
Jill's hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white. "Fucking pig," she muttered under her breath, but loud enough for the sheriff to hear.
Maxine chuckled, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down Sabrina's spine. "You heard the man.
Get the rest off, ladies," Maxine ordered, her voice like a whip cracking in the sterile air of the prison lobby.
Sabrina, Jill, and Kelly exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. They had been in worse situations before, and they knew they had each other's backs. Slowly, deliberately, they removed their bras and panties.
The cool air of the lobby caressed their bare skin, making their rise. They stood naked, their bodies on full display for the leering sheriff and the stern guard.