Cellmate Greetings

Kate whimpered, doing her best to cover herself when she suddenly heard a hearty laugh. "So, you're the new cellmate, eh?" Kate turned to look, and a towering, muscular man with a bald head approached her. "Name's Jake," the man said gruffly, "you look like you're in a bit of trouble."

Kate scoffed, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing I can't get out of."

Jake laughed. "Oh, so if I said I could undo your cuffs, you wouldn't care?"

Kate groaned, dreading what the brute might want. "What's your price?"

"No price," the big man explained, slowly sauntering up to her, "just consider it a favor." He leaned in close, much too close for Kate's comfort, and reached his arms around her back. He grabbed the cuffs, but ensured to feel up her ass on the way. With a quick snap, the handcuffs shattered to the ground, and Kate was free.

Once she realized she could move, she rushed to cover herself with her arms. "Ahem, thank you."

"Don't mention it," the brute replied, "now about that favor..."

Kate gulped. The man continued. "If you're gonna be here awhile, I'll keep you around, make sure no one messes with you. Course, there is a price, though I can assure you it's perfectly reasonable."

Kate grimaced. "Well, that's an awfully nice offer, but I shouldn't be here too much longer."

"It's Christmas," Jake said, "courts are out for the holidays. If your parents let you go out like that, they're not paying bond. You're here for at least a month."

She groaned at the thought. Suddenly remembering her mission to find Clint, she scolded herself for not thinking of it, and her head rushed with thoughts. "No, no I need to get out. I need to break out."

Jake smirked. "I can help, then. But that has a price too."

"What's the price?" She asked defeatedly.

Jake grinned, slowly unzipping his orange jumpsuit at the neck. "So glad you asked."