Once again, another volleyball game had ended in a fight. It seemed to Meg and Vera that the women couldn't do anything at the moment without there being some sort of trouble. Tensions were high. Something was simmering under the surface and sooner or later things were going to blow.
Karen Travers was walking back to the rec room, wanting to be away from the various groups of women that were always plotting together. She was getting bored of all this nonsense. As an educated woman with a teaching background, she'd seen better behaviour from her students who were years younger than this lot. These silly schemes and distractions only got them into more trouble. It was all so stupid and pointless.
She wasn't alone for long. Franky Doyle sidled up to her and Karen readied herself for a obscene remark or a grope from the inmate that had taken a liking to her right from the start. Today however there was none of the leering butch bravado she had come to expect. Franky just wanted to ask how she was. Karen was taken aback (and disappointed?). They hadn't spoken since the reading lesson a week or so ago. This too had ended badly. She had slapped Franky when she had tried to kiss her. Since then, they had not so much as even looked at each other. Now, here she was trying to make amends as if nothing had happened.
"I'm fine thanks" Karen responded guardedly but she winced as she walked toward the prison building.
"Whatsa matter with your arm?" asked Franky
"Oh It's just my shoulder" Karen said, "I hurt it playing just now and it was stiff anyway. I'm not used to these hard beds and chairs yet. There's just no comfort here".
Doyle came closer and quietly said 'Look, I know I went too far before, but I reckon I owe ya for the help ya gave me. Let me give ya'a shoulder rub, I'm real good, ask anyone, strong hands see" and smiling, she held her hands up, surrender like, to Karen who couldn't help but notice the bitten nails and tobacco-stained fingertips.
Once again Karen caught a glimpse of a vulnerable side to this woman. The one she had seen when they were reading. On that day, for the first time, she had noticed Franky's brown eyes, same as hers. Although Franky's were more amber than Karen's and they flashed with with sadness and fire. Karen agreed to a shoulder rub from Franky who promised to behave herself and they went to into the building together.
In Karen's dorm, they were alone, Bea was off doing something with Dor and Lizzie. Karen reached for the chair and sat down. Franky started to rub her shoulders, having moved aside some of her dark hair first. This was the closest they had ever been to each other. There had never been any physical contact between them unless you counted the slap and a few unwanted caresses. Karen was still wary and a bit nervous sat there but felt that they had turned a corner. As Franky started on her shoulders she could feel the rough hands going to work even through her denim smock and sweater. Franky was not wrong, she was good. Her hands were masterful and firm but with a softness she hadn't expected at all. Karen closed her eyes and raised her chin slightly. She sighed, letting all of her frustrations and tensions melt way for a moment. This the first pleasant thing that had happened in weeks. Her mind began to wander..
'How's that?' Franky asked
Karen was caught off guard and swallowed nervously before answering 'Oh fine thanks, It feels better already. You were right about having a knack for it".
"Told ya I'd see ya right" said Franky, She carried on massaging her shoulders as Karen relaxed further. Closing her eyes again, Karen thought she could feel the other woman's breath near her ear and then again at the back of her neck. Was this a mistake after all? She pushed her doubts aside and loosened up further.
Franky meanwhile was enjoying herself too, Standing this close to Karen, touching her, albeit through her clothes, taking in the smell of the soap she used and her shampoo. It made her head swim, and thoughts of what she would like with her and to her filled her mind. All in good time she thought. It would be worth it.
She could tell that Karen was not wearing a bra under her uniform. She didn't need to. Her small tits were high and pert. Once or twice today Franky had noticed that Karen's nipples were showing through her uniform when the weather had turned colder. The thought of them made her cunt ache. She had spent many nights thinking about what she would do with this gorgeous woman given half the chance and how those breasts would feel in her hand or in her mouth. By pleasuring herself alone in her cell Karen had made her come dozens of times since she'd met her. Well she wasn't alone now.
Franky also never wore a bra, she preferred to just wear a vest under her regulation overalls and she wouldn't be seen dead in a dress. Her trademark attire might have been more masculine but the body underneath was no less feminine. Franky was all woman under her uniform and had large breasts moved around freely as she swaggered around. The effect helped to add to the imposing stature needed for position of Top Dog. You had to be strong of body and mind if you wanted to usurp someone like Queen Bea from her throne.
Karen could feel these full breasts press against her back as Franky's hands moved to rub Karen's arms now. Her touch becoming firmer, She 'accidentally' brushed the side of Karen's breasts just once and Karen gave an involuntary gasp in response. Not in recoiling horror as she had before, but in an instant of unconscious pleasure. Franky pushed her luck and did it again, this time going further and brushing her nipples lightly with her rough hands. Again there was no resistance. Jeez thought Franky, this is really gonna happen!
Karen bit her lip hard, closed her eyes tight and tried to think back of her initial revulsion of this inmate. She thought about her beliefs about this sort of thing and the teachings of the church. She had always been steadfast in her faith and never doubted this before but here, with Franky …what was she doing?
Franky could tell the effect she was having on Travers, this beautiful thing was all hers at last it was a dead cert. She stopped what she was doing and made her way slowly around the chair so she was facing her. Karen was an exquisite picture of desire and torment. Franky leant forward and gave Karen the lightest of kisses on her gorgeous mouth. Her tongue just touching Karen's lips. Karen whimpered and did not stop her. It was time for fantasy to become reality.
Franky knelt in front of the chair and pushed Karen's dress up so that her legs were exposed and her underwear was on display. Karen let her, lifting up her bottom so as to get the dress out of the way. Franky lent forward, taking in the scent that surrounded her, intoxicated with it She kissed one of the soft thighs in front of her, slowly so as not to break the spell. No rough and ready for this one. She made a trail of kisses up the thigh and then stopped to look at Karen's underwear. Franky smiled to see how wet she had got her. She longed to taste her, knowing how fucking sweet it would be, but paused for a second and then carried on, snaking her tongue down the other thigh and leaving more kisses as she went. Then Franky eased her fingers into Karen's pretty pink knickers and eased them over her thighs and off. She put them into the front pocket of her overalls before continuing.
Karen was not sure what to expect. She was so confused by the whole situation. Her experience with men, aside from her husband, was minimal and he had been far from an attentive. A selfish husband and a selfish partner He had never taken time to make sure she enjoyed sex. This really was a whole new experience for her, not just because it was a woman here with her but because the emphasis was on her. It made her feel exposed but in the best way.
'You ready Sweetie' said Franky, a sideways smile barely covering her own excitement at what was before her.
'Yes' Karen breathed helplessly.
Karen's legs were now fully open in front of her, her sex exposed, and Franky inserted her middle finger into her. Fuck, she was so wet! Franky should not have been too surprised by this. She was more than aware of what her tongue and fingers could do. Reading and writing may not have been strong points for her but she has always been good at fighting and fucking. She could make any sheila come in no time, and beg for more. Not this one though. She wanted to savour every sweet hot second this time and make it last as long as possible. Franky had not been short of action since arriving at Wentworth, there were sluts around here like Chrissie Latham who'd give it up for anyone but where was the challenge in that? Bitches like them would and had opened their legs to get whatever they wanted. Not that Franky had ever complained when it was offered.
She inserted another finger into Karen's wet cunt and felt resistance as her new lover pushed against her hand, taking this as a further invitation, she slid a third finger in and Karen moaned louder and she moved the edge of the chair, offering everything she had to Franky.
"Am I hurtin' ya darlin?"
Karen did not answer or meet her eye, she couldn't, for fear of losing control. Eye contact was not something she made easily, Instead, she kept her eyes closed as she writhed on Franky's practiced hand.
Franky slid her fingers out and offered them to Karen who took the middle one in her mouth. As she sucked at it, she could taste her own longing, mixed with Franky's cigarettes and hair oil. She loved it and pleaded Franky to carry on. Franky got back to what she did best, opening Karen's cunt and plunging her tongue deep inside it. Karen clawed at Franky's sandy coloured hair and held her head there in case she dare stop. Franky's three fingers fucked her harder whilst her she her tongue teased her clit. Fuck it thought Karen, Franky was the best she'd ever had. Why had she resisted so long, silly girl.
Karen was losing it. Calling out and moaning as her pleasure and confusion rose and then just before her climax reached its peak, Franky stopped. What she was doing. It was so abrupt that Karen was taken aback. She opened her eyes to see what had happened She saw Franky sat on the floor in front of her. She was grinning and sucking her fingers. The same fingers that only seconds ago, had threatened to obliterate everything Karen knew and trusted.
"Wh what are you doing" implored Karen. She so confused had been so close to orgasm that to just stop like this was causing her physical pain.
Franky carried on smiling. She wiped her mouth of Karen's juices with the back of her hand and lit a cigarette. Looking up at Karen with one eye closed through the cloud of smoke.
"You called me an animal" Frank said calmy "You said I was sick".
She held her cigarette between her thumb and forefingers. She usually painted a stark contrast to the lady like Karen but no one who saw Karen now would describe her as a lady. Her neck was blotched with desire, her legs were spread and her cunt still open and crying out for the other woman's touch
"Not so high and mighty now are ya" Franky added with her signature sneer.
Franky wasn't finished yet and stood up in front of her.
"I loved you, I thought you were special and you treated me like shit, looking down your pretty nose at me and still I wanted you".
I'm sorry Franky, said Karen , "I was wrong, confused and after everything that had happened and I was scared, I want you now"
"Well now you know how it feels dontcha" snapped Franky "Cos now I don't want you".
Karen started to sob as she realised it had all been a game, a way for Franky to heal her hurt pride and avenge her initial rebuffs.
At this moment Vera Bennet appeared in the doorway. Her timing was almost too perfect for it to be a coincidence.
"Doyle, Travers what's going on in here" she snapped, understanding the scenario completely. Franky was quick to answer,
"Aww nothing Miss Bennet. Karen dropped summat. I was just helping her"
Karen looked up through her long lashes, her head bowed down, as Franky left the cell. Brushing past old Vinegar Tits on the way, she looked back over her shoulder and patted the pocket of her dungarees where Karen's sodden underwear was still concealed.
"Thanks for the memories" she added before she strutted away to her own bunk, laughing to herself again
When she had gone, Vera stepped into the cell and looked at the pitiful display that Karen Travers presented
"Well well well, it seems that despite your education and fine ways you really are no better than all the other uncouth sluts in here" she spat "I don't need three guesses to know exactly what you dropped for Doyle' she barked, "you aren't the first and you won't be the last. You disgust me. Now get yourself together and get back to work".
Meanwhile Franky walked back to her cell with a cocky swagger and a knowing grin on her face. She licked her fingers again and congratulated herself. She hadn't lost her touch, but she was done with women. Her future plans and the farm were all that mattered now and anyway she had a nice souvenir of miss hoity toity in her pocket. She laughed to herself and lit another fag.
It was at this point that Chrissie Latham slinked up to her. She was desperate for a smoke and asked Franky for a ciggie, saying she'd make it worth her while. Franky hesitated and then thought, what the hell. She was still wet from Karen and Chrissie knew what she was doing, she'd taught her herself hadn't she? She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and anyway, she could always give up women tomorrow.