thought that smile stuck to her lips. - You, dear, after all, go to the camera to convicted criminals. Who knows, what if you are trying to bring something for them? Need to search you. In another way.

What a twist. No matter how logical this condition sounds (or, more precisely, an ultimatum), it caught the woman by surprise. Search? The question is about what can on itself (or in itself) carry a young cute “escort woman” dressed in velvet, remained open. Another thing is that the question of why The commandant decided to search her, did not appear in any bright head. The message was simple, like a penny, and transparent, like a glass overwhelmed by a bored bartender. “You may not want to please us, but I damn, I still scam you wherever you can!” Well, this cunning lustful ass clearly realized that at this stage of the negotiations, namely the last, such a statement would not be met with any protest. So it turned out.

“Well, since there’s no other way ... Search,” Beatrice agreed with a shrug. A faint smile of duty came back to her face. But in the eyes flashed something anxious, which, however, remained unheeded.

Of course, John decided to search himself. When he approached the woman, it turned out that he was almost a head below her. The bald, big-bellied under-growing, that's what he was. However, absolute power in this small closed world inflated his self-importance to the size of the Universe. With an important look, the commandant got down to business. First, he handed the wards Beatrice purse to examine its contents, then took the woman herself. Quickly, without any interest, felt her hands. Then he moved to the waist, back, chest. Then he drove his hands smoothly, reveled in every touch. Beatrice stood with a deadpan face and, like that doll, spun in John's hands. She only lifted her grief when a nasty dwarf stood on tiptoe, with difficulty squeezed his sweaty palm under the tight-fitting corset, and very “unprofessional” squeezed hot hemispheres. It is perfectly true that the handbags located nearby were extremely interested in the contents of the handbag.

So, with the upper half was over. The turn was behind the bottom, entirely hidden under the skirts of the dress. And if someone thought that the arrogance of the commandant has reasonable limits, he would have lost a lot. Beatrice was tilted forward, for convenience, she held hands of one of the warders (of the older). And John grabbed skirts and threw them on her back, exposing her legs and ass. The world appeared cute snow-white pantalonchik with ryushechkami and lace. Exquisite underwear painted the already flawless hips and buttocks of a woman. With the blissful face of John, he began to stroke them, roughly plunging his fingers into the opposing flesh. Here, even with the most advanced imagination, it was difficult to search the unfolding ugliness. From tension, Beatrice flushed and breathed loudly, bit her lip, and at the same time continued to smile (and it looked rather scary). But she endured this humiliation, as befits a prostitute: silently and humbly.

In the end, the commandant, apparently fed up with feminine charms. He carelessly pulled back the skirts, and the warden helped Beatrice with her numb back to straighten up. It’s not that they were interested in this until now (and before), but the “search” procedure revealed absolutely nothing. A comb for hair, a pocket mirror, a tiny bubble of perfume and other female nonsense were found in the purse.What a surprise, really. Bottom line: one person is pleased, two others are provoked, another is mocked. But Beatrice seemed to give a damn, the only thing that mattered was the prisoner to whom she would now be led.

- Ta-ak ... Order. Guys, take the lady to the cell, ”the commandant ordered, taking a handkerchief and wiping the sweat from his face. The senior warder moved first, his partner, gallantly taking Beatrice by the arm - next. - And you still think about my proposal. You can earn good money. Come to me as you finish.

Words were thrown after rather as a farewell, without any calculation on the answer. But Beatrice, already at the door, looked around and grinned her gleaming teeth. The commandant, however, was in the clouds and did not catch the meaning invested in this grin.

- Oh, monsieur, do not hesitate! After such a foreplay, can I just go and leave? Wait for me, come back as soon as I can. Au revoir! The woman cooed in a soft, slightly hypnotic voice.

After that, she and her escort left the office, leaving him a close, unable to read between the lines of the host in sweet anticipation.