Pat Doe down for contraband

"Okay, hands against the wall and legs apart, Miss," you inform her. "I'll have to search you."

Doe looks at you incredulously. "They already searched me at the other place," she protests.

"That was at the other place. It's standard procedure to search you any time you get moved to a new location." Not completely true. Pat-downs weren't standard procedure after moves, but they could be done if the guard in charge felt there was reason to.

"Isn't a woman supposed to check me, like last time?"

"Generally, yes. You have the right to request one. But there aren't any on duty right now, and I'm not going to remove the cuffs until after you've been searched." Again, more half-truths in there, but she didn't know that.

Doe frowned and looked down at her cuffs. They actually weren't terribly around her slim wrists from what you could see; the other guard seemed to be going easy on her. Still, they were obviously tighter than she would have liked. She stands there staring at them for a few seconds.

"Fine," she finally sighs. "Knock yourself out." She reluctantly turns around and places the palms of her hands flat against the wall.

"Legs apart," you remind her.

She sighs again, and moves her feet farther apart. You move up behind her, and start by patting the side of her torso. It's inevitable that there is a little brushing against the side of her breasts in that; longer than she would like, but shorter than what you would like. Next you pat down her waist and hips. Her waist is slim, contrasting with her hips, which are nicely rounded, even if the jumpsuit hides that. Finally, you pat up and down both of her legs, which, despite your quick pats, you can tell are very nicely shaped.