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"Hey sugar doll."

Two huge, hairy hands leaned on the table in front of Sam's tray. Sam stared for another second at the furrows in her porridge she had pulled with her fork. She forced her features into a beaming smile and looked up.

"Hey big," she breathed to her ally. Sam still did not know his real name, but he knew that in those walls he was reverently called Jefe, boss.

"Tonight, I suppose, are you ready?" he asked in a lowered voice.

"Did you get everything for me?" Sam asked softly.

"Just look under your pillow, I've done my part of the agreement, and always remember, Jefe is not fooled."

Sam was about to reply when Brutus planted himself next to them. He casually dropped the drawn baton into his palm.

"No conversations between men and women, you lovebirds."

The men measured themselves with icy glances. Jefe mumbled something incomprehensible and left. Brutus was still standing next to Sam and she heard the soft clapping of his baton.

"I'm fine with you." With these words Brutus strolled on through the rows of tables.

Sam grinned coldly. Yes, he had something good and she would give it back twice and three times.

Sam was sitting in her cell in the evening, fumbling with her left hand under her pillow. The hidden plastic bag crackled softly as Sam closed her fingers. Inside the bag were the items she had ordered, a blood red thong, body lotion with shimmering, and a tube of depilatory cream.

That network seemed to work. He got her the things she asked for and as a pleasant side effect, left all the prisoners and also the guards Sam alone. She waited for the guard to pass her cell with her tour. Now she had about 13 minutes.

With flying fingers Sam undressed and began to distribute the contents of the tube. She got rid of the hair on her legs, under the armpits and in the genital area. Several times she had to retire, because she did not go fast enough. Sam was about to dry herself off when she heard an appreciative whistle.

She held her towel protectively in front of her body, but the guard was over again. Sam opened the flip-top of the body lotion and began to cream her body. In the end, she examined her work in the mirror. Naked, Sam turned from the cracked foil over her sink. Unfortunately, she could only examine her shoulders and a part of the neckline. Sam slowly turned back and forth. The silk particles gave her skin a soft glow, depending on the angle at which light fell on her. Sam was satisfied with the result. She put on the blood-red thong and put on her prison clothes.

Again she looked in the mirror. A limited number of cosmetics were confessed to women. Sam set about completing her work with mascara, kohl and rouge. Satisfied, she pulled shimmering lip gloss over her full lips. A touch of pink, moist and promising. With her fingers, she brought her lush curly hair into shape. She stared at her reflection. Again, the tear stretched across her eyes, giving her angelic face a devilish look. Sam bared his teeth. Show time.