Choosing the rehabilitation program

Mackenzie's naked walk through the corridor ended in front of another door. The redheaded beauty, still shaken and flustered from her previous experiences, got shoved abruptly by the guard into yet another office. For a moment, her heart raced at the thought of subjected to one more humiliating check.

But that didn't happen, at least not immediately. Instead, she found herself standing in front of another desk, behind which sat a panel - two men and a woman - that glanced at her briefly before turning their attention to a computer screen. "Fairbarn, Mackenzie" said the guard, to which one of the men nodded. "Sentence?" He asked one of his colleagues. "Indecent exposure, one week detention." The three nodded as they glanced at Mackenzie then at the screen.

Mackenzie felt embarrassed again, her pale cheeks turning beet red. The mortifying shame she experienced earlier that day in the courtroom had been replaced by arousal and fluster during her processing, and now it returned in full ****. Both the cleanup and the physical had a strong distracting effect, but now she found herself standing again naked in front of strangers.

The redhead became increasingly more nervous, as it became clearer that the group was visibly evaluating her for something. "Excuse me .. what is happening?" she asked, her voice sounding sheepish and subdued. She strained at the handcuffs and it was only the ostensibly ingratiating tone of her voice that saved her for a reprimand for speaking out of turn. The guard gestured towards punishing her, but the woman on the panel took a more forgiving approach. "We're discussing your rehabilitation program." She explained, sternly. "As I believe the warden already told you, Scarlett Lake provides a number of experimental programs for inmate rehabilitation."

Mackenzie froze in place hearing the 'experimental' part again, as the woman continued. "So, instead of just locking you down and keeping you here for a week..." Mackenzie swallowed, listening further ... "... we choose for you the program that works best for your sentence, personality ..." She glanced at Mackenzie, measuring from head to toe "... and other important traits." The redhead had nothing to cover her nakedness. "The goal is to make sure that we give you back to society better than you entered." The woman paused as one of the men pointed to the screen and she nodded. "And I think we just found the perfect program for you."