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statuesque black woman lit a cigarette. A slight jump then as she tossed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter onto the table in front of Mandy. Her nerves were on edge. Mandy looking up, asking with her eyes if she could have a cigarette herself. The woman detective a first not even acknowledging Mandy but then nodding an almost imperceptible nod giving her permission. The woman detective, in a tight fitting trouser suit with fitted jacket and high heels that couldn't be seen due to to the length of the trousers, threw a heavy laden file on the table and pulled out the chair opposite Mandy. She watched the young girl tremble a bit as she took the pack of cigarettes and lit one. The vision startling even if she was wrapped in the silk sheet. That glimpse of fetish shiny latex schoolgirl uniform, and the maturing body seemingly poured into it. Detective Inspector Elaine Dixon poured her eyes over the girl, slowly and deliberately. Watched her light the cigarette and then drag on it long and hard before inhaling, expanding her breasts, making the shiny black latex creak. Every time the young girl moved, latex creaked. Either the dress, or the stockings. With the move and with the creak came the almost overpowering whiff of rubber. It was true that interview room stank of rubber. It was as though the movement were a trigger. Every movement triggering a puff of rubber from under the silk.
    “They're gonna just love you in prison. A hot lil bitch like you. You're gonna make some dyke a real nice pet. By the looks of it all nice and ready trained as well. So much better when they don't need to train you. Less pain that way.”
    DI Dixon, Lainy to her friends spoke matter-of-factly between exhales of smoke from between full, deep red lips. It was like she spoke from an in-depth knowledge of the kinds of things that went on in women's prisons, and beyond. She didn't speak threateningly, just casually, which made her words seem somehow worse. Making sure the words filtered into Mandy's melting mind. Oh they did that alright. Those words tumbled in and settled right there on the eighteen year old's psyche. But what Lainy was saying didn't shock or scare Mandy; what she had done, or been asked and told to do over the months, nothing could scare her, she thought. Something deep inside, as those words were filtering in, made Mandy clench her thighs, give herself a little throb as the DI painted something of a bleak future for her. She couldn't explain to herself why she clenched her thighs at that painted picture. She just did. She looked across the table, directly at the attractive black woman. She didn't say anything at first, she just looked. Time after time she was replaying that video in her head. Oh god what that made her look like. And that taste still in her mouth didn't help things either. Not that it was unpleasant but rather it made her want more of the same. After sessions with this man she felt a sense of guilt and even shame. That she had been arrested in this manner and under these circumstances brought that shame home even more.
    Mandy sucked in air a little as she moved and was reminded of the pencil thin cane welts across both bottom cheeks. He had liked to do that to her had that client. He was a regular and always came for Mandy because of her young appearance. Because she could 'pull it off'. But there always had to be at least six weeks between sessions with him, so that the marks could heal over. It was one of his things; to have virgin flesh to work on. In his mind he was doing virgin flesh and Mandy could oh-so-pull that one off. She wasn't just a sexual machine, she was also an actress. The whole package albeit in a limited career that might peak and fade very quickly.
    The video had been the first and only thing the DI had showed Mandy so far. That had been the first inclination as to what she was being busted for. It was the easier option for the Detective Inspector to at least show the video. A video that