Tyson Asher works the late shift at the women's prison as a night guard, patrolling the cells and keeping an eye out on the girls.<br/>Although he does take his job very seriously, that's not to say he doesn't have a good time on duty; for Tyson is renown for making his prisoners happy by dominating their helpless bodies behind bars. Some enjoy his constant toying and even look forward to his midnight "arrival" every day, though others must give themselves away by force so as they don't receive a worse punishment when secretly they enjoy the man's visit just the same.<br/><br/>It was midnight once more and Tyson was on the prowl, searching for some barely legal action as most recently it had been the naughty sixteen-year-olds making it into the big house. The man of only twenty-six himself began his stroll through the cells, waving his baton around until finally stopping at a couple girls who had been put together as roomies.<br/>He smirked, knocking the baton against the cell bars and proceeded to draw their attention. Know doubt by now they knew who he was from stories, and Tyson was just about ready to fill them in with the<b>big</b>details. "Laundry time, girls. Time to take those dirty things off." He said - starting his night off.