It was almost as if it was a test for the American woman. She could have so easily pushed it just a little, and Amanda would have likely been so grateful she would have given her everything she wanted. Some nights when the warm, soft body was lying alongside her, breathing quietly, with those perfect young breasts squeezing against her, or with the alluring curves of her gorgeous ass pushing into her as she snuggled close, it took literally every ounce of willpower the woman had not to kiss the back of her neck, or simply throw herself at the girl and fuck her into a coma.
Amanda’s eyelids flickered open, and she sighed happily as she gazed into the eyes of the woman holding her, “Morning.”
Margo gave her a gentle squeeze, “Morning sleepyhead.”
During the night one of Amanda’s legs had curled around the older woman as she cuddled her, and Margo had to stifle a quiet groan of protest as the younger woman untangled herself.
The student looked about blearily, and Margo giggled at her disheveled state. The girl was clearly not a morning person, “Ugh, what time is it?”
“Oh-five-thirty. What does the “Oh” stand for?”
Giggling they both chimed, “Oh My God its early!”
Margo chuckled and shook her head in resignation when instead of getting up the younger woman simply wormed her arms around her hips and pulled her close. She could have happily lain there all day and not got bored once, but time was passing, so she sighed again, “Come on kiddo, just half an hour to get ourselves and our “suite” sorted out before early inspection.”
“Oh, God… Mornings are evil.”
“You’ll feel better after a cup of tea, or so you damnable Brits keep saying. If you want to head off to the showers, I’ll sort out your bunkspace for you.”
Margo chuckled and then stiffened when the cute brunette leaned close and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She tasted sweet and even that brief contact made her tremble.
Amanda traced her fingers gently across the woman’s cheek and whispered, “Thanks Margo.”
The American woman drew a breath and closing her eyes she unconsciously leaned into the girl’s touch with a sigh. A moment later she blinked as she forced her mind to clear and leaned back, “Um… Oh God, I’m sorry… I…”
With a smile that almost took her breath away the young student halted her by placing a finger against her lips, “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m not Sally, you’re not forcing me into anything,” she grinned, and her eyes lit with a mischievous twinkle, “in fact I’ve made a decision.”
Margo swallowed nervously, “W-what decision?”
“Well, tomorrow we both move on. We might never see each other again, so I’ve decided that tonight I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”
“What?! No wait, you don’t have to d-”
The woman giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl, “You got me through this Margo, you keep saying you’re a bad woman, but I don’t see it. Maybe you made some bad choices, but we all do that, Hell according to the newspapers I almost killed some poor bugger by blocking their ambulance from getting to hospital…”
“You didn’t know th-”
“Doesn’t matter, you pays your money, and you takes your chances as the saying goes. I still did it. Anyway, if it wasn’t for you, I’d have fallen to bits in here. Seriously, I’d have had a nervous breakdown or something without you, and I know it must have been hard for you. I lay here every night, cuddling you like you were some kind of safety blanket, and you never once complained, or laid a hand on me. In fact, you didn’t ask me for a damned thing in return.”
“Yes, bu-”
“I’m a grown woman Margo, and I can make my own mind up and I’ve decided that I’m not letting you go without, well, without showing you how much I appreciate what you did or me.”
“Look I’m grateful, really, but you don’t have to do th-”
“Oh, shut up. I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” she grinned, “so get used to it, because tonight I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Amanda! Jesus!”
“Call it a reward if you want, call it anything you like. But I want to, and no good deed goes unpunished.”
“Don’t we get enough punishment in this place?”
“I’ll ask you that in the morning.”
“Oh, God.”
Laughing the younger woman got up and picked up her towel, “Right, I’m going to take you up on that offer and go grab my shower, unless you want to come scrub my back?”
“I think I’m too scared. Besides, if we get distracted and miss inspection, we’ll both get hit with a whole bunch of demerits.”
The younger woman paused and blew out her breath with a sound of resigned irritation, “Yeah, there’s that, are you still sure about going through with, well, you know?”
“We have to pay the things off before we leave this dump, so if we don’t then tomorrow’s gonna hurt.”
“Shit. Fair enough. I think you’re right but I’m not looking forward to it.”
Margo shrugged, “Who would? But it is what it is.”
“I guess.”
Prompt as always, the trio of Wardens appeared exactly thirty minutes later. dressed immaculately in their uniforms, with boots polished to a mirror shine, and trousers creased just so they made their way from cell to cell carrying out the morning inspection that had become part of their daily routine.
Like the rest of the inmates Amanda and Margo stood barefoot with their backs against the far wall of the cellblock corridor with their hair brushed and tied up and hands held out so the Wardens could check finger and toenails for cleanliness.
The trio of Wardens were efficient and well-practiced. One stood with an electronic clipboard at the ready to note infractions while the other two entered the cell and carried out their examination. This time however, Margo stifled a groan as she saw the one taking notes was Mrs. McCulloch, the most senior of the cellblock Wardens and a notorious stickler for the rules. She was a cold-hearted harridan and Margo would have happily nominated her for the “Bitch of the Year Award”.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the next cell as the Wardens hurled the laundry basked out into the corridor where it crashed against the far wall spilling soiled clothing about the place.
Striding up to the inmates of that cell Warden McCulloch snarled, “Where’s yesterday’s knickers? there’s only one pair in there, so which of you two is still wearing dirty fucking knickers.”
Of course, the two inmates said nothing, though one blushed furiously. McCulloch saw the reaction and stomped in front of the woman, “I appreciate your pal can’t grass you up, but you have exactly three fucking seconds to speak up or I’ll crucify the pair of ye!”
The girl squeaked, “Me, Wwrden, I was in a hurry and I didn’t have ti-”
“Did I ask for a fucking excuse?”
“No Wwrden!”
“Right! Three demerits each. You for not wearing clean knickers you filthy girl, and you for not keeping her right.”
It was at that point the other inmate made a big mistake, “Oh for fucks sake Warden, that takes me almost up to ten!”
McCulloch whirled like a striking snake, “WRONG! It takes you to exactly ten!”
She turned to her companions, “After inspection take this woman to the gym and give her thirty strokes with the belt. She can have the other thirty after supper.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Turning back to the original offender she drew a breath, “As for you! Remediate your slovenly state immediately!”
Blushing furiously the young woman looked mortified as she slipped off the regulation knickers she was wearing and slipped on a clean pair. She reached for her overalls, but McCulloch wasn’t done, “Hold fast there! I think you can just go about as you are for the rest of the day. That way we can all appreciate how spotless your nice clean knickers are and maybe you won’t be so quick to forget next time yes?”
Tears appeared in the woman’s eyes, but she knew there was only one answer she could give, “Yes, Warden.”
“Good! Now get this fucking mess cleaned up.”
Margo swallowed as the trio moved to her cell. They gave their names when instructed and stood still as stone as the woman eyed them over. Finally, she turned to Amanda, “Hair’s unkempt, tidy it up when we’re done.”
“Yes, Warden.”
The other two emerged from the cell and she turned to them, “Anything?”
“Satisfactory, ma’am.”
The harridan grunted and made a notation on her tablet, “Very good.”
As she turned to go Margo cleared her throat nervously, “Um, Warden?”
McCulloch turned and eyed them both with an icy, unblinking gaze, “What is it, inmate?”
“Well, you see, tomorrow’s our last day…”
“So? Do you think we should throw you a party or something, is that it?”
“No ma’am, but you see, we’ve got a few demerits, not many, but a few.”
“So?”
“Well ma’am, we should be able to work off a couple today, but if it’s okay could we maybe get a couple of the remaining um… dealt with this evening?”
The Warden tilted her head, “You hoping that this will make paying your final account tomorrow less of a pain in the arse so to speak?”
Margo smiled nervously, “Well, yes ma’am.”
“I see.”
She turned to the other Wardens, “What’s the story with these two? Anything of note?”
The younger Warden glanced at the two inmates and Margo was almost positive she had smiled, slightly, “No ma’am, nothing of note. No disciplinary infractions other than a singular dose of the strap for inmate DeVries when she used vulgarity to describe the coffee in the cafeteria. Otherwise, no issues.”
“Hmm, can’t blame her for that. The stuff’s shit.”
Turning back to the two prisoners she nodded, “Fair enough, you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
“Ma’am?”
“Simple, there’s a trainee on with us. You girls present yourself in the gym one hour before lights-out and let her practice on you, say twelve strokes each, and I’ll knock off three demerits. That’s one extra because the girl isn’t properly trained yet and this will be good experience for her. You willing to volunteer to help out?”
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