Margo watched the big woman lumbering off and turned to Jeannie, “What the fuck have you gotten us into?”
“Och, that’s just Big Jess. She’s a hoot. They say she murdered her last husband, strangled the poor bastard for being a shite shag once too often, but they couldna prove anything. She’s just in here for a wee bit of drunk and disorderly, smashed up a pub in Govan or so I heard, she’s fine once you get to know her.”
The demented little woman grinned as she moved about the shower collecting the other bets, but her comments echoed through the steam, “One! Just one? Fucks sake, you’ve no got much faith. Okay, two for you Gladys. Fucking five! Jesus, I ken the quine’s good looking but fucks sake Sandra. Three? You gonna tie wi Jessie? Oh make it two? Thought you might change your mind. Fit about you? Oh, four? Hmm. Ye ken what? I think I’ll go for four as well…”
And so it went.
Margo turned desperately towards Amanda for support, but the brunette was too busy laughing her ass off to be of much help.
Despite her embarrassment though she couldn’t help but feel a hot sliver of excitement worming its way through her as the bets continued and she was glad the shower disguised exactly how wet she was feeling. She shook her head incredulously, “Holy fuck, this place is nuts.”
The day’s schedule had Margo helping in the laundry after the morning lecture and the hot work of loading and unloading the tumble-dryers soon had her sweating again. Despite the regular water breaks and even with her hair tied back, her sleeves rolled up and her top unfastened almost to her navel, she was a hot sweaty mess by the time her shift ended.
The other women working alongside her had amused themselves by indulging in a good bit of banter at her expense as they laboured. But despite the withering sarcasm, or “crack”, as it was called, it was all strangely good natured, and they “took the piss” out of each other almost as much as they did her.
She had once asked a Warden about it and the woman had grinned, “It means they like you Luv, or at least think of you as one of them. It’s when they stop making jokes with you that you’ve got to worry.”
With that in mind she had set about giving as good as she got and taking the good-natured ribbing for what it was. Even so, some of the advice they were offering was downright pornographic. Jeannie in particular it seemed had an amazing amount of lewd experience to draw upon, “I’m tellin ye, if ye want Amanda to be flopping about like a jellyfish and squealing like a wee piggie you need to stick your thumb right up her ar-”
“Oh, dinnae listen tae her, Margo. I’m telling you, it’s the tongue! You need to get her to shove her tongue right where the sun don’t shi-”
“Aye bit ye kin dae that and the thumb thing at the same time, I’m tellin ye!”
“Twist her nipples a bit! That always gets em going.”
“Aye, and mind and get her to tie you up, I always liked tha-”
“Spanking! Smack her arse if she’s no getting you aff. She’ll soon learn I’m, tellin ye.”
Another woman piped in, “Fit about snoggin? A’body likes snoggin!”
“Well aye, but we’re well past that! Warden! Warden! Fit dae you think? Should she jist let the lass dae her thing wi the tongue, or should she maybe shove her thumb up the quine’s pooper to add a wee bit of impetus to the whole proceedings like?”
Margo seriously thought about either shoving Jeannie into a tumble-dryer, or just giving up and crawling into one herself and getting it over with.
The Warden considered thoughtfully for a moment before replying, “Hmm, now Jeannie, I would have to say that a well-placed thumb, at the right time of course, can indeed have a stimulating effect, on either partner I might add. My husband for instance, well he… ah, nevermind… Oh, and put me down for two by the way. I’ve got a bag of chocolate eclairs I can use instead of puddings.”
“Righto!”
Margo just shook her head, “Oh fuck me…”
Jeannie grinned impishly, “That’s the plan!”
…
After supper the women had a few short hours of ostensibly “free” time before lights-out. Most spent it either in the games room or reading in their cells, but Margo typically gave up an hour to help with the numeracy classes. This evening she also volunteered to work off a demerit in the gym, where she and two other women with the same idea were told by the ridiculously cheerful sadist that took their class that they would be given a, “thorough beasting”.
Apparently, this was some old military term that meant the three of them were mercilessly made to run about the place until they puked. Still, having accomplished her vomit-inducing mission the instructor at least called a halt and let them hit the showers a few minutes early.
As she met up with Amanda in the cell afterwards and they both nervously made their way back to the training block Margo did a quick bit of mental arithmetic, “I’m down to three demerits, I think. You?”
The younger woman made an unhappy sound, “Five. I was down to four but got nailed for forgetting to get my hair sorted out. I was working in the kitchen, and it got loose. Cookie says it was a bloody “health hazard” no less and nailed me with a demerit. She says if she finds a single hair in tomorrow’s soup, she’ll bend me over the kitchen sink, take her wooden spoon, and give me a right hiding.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s my own stupid fault, don’t worry about it,” she paused at the door to the staff gymnasium and drew a breath, “you ready for this?”
Margo grunted, “Well, I’m not exactly looking forward to it, but we’ve both had worse, and we’ll be grateful for it tomorrow.”
“Yea, I suppose,” she rested her hand on the door but paused and with a mischievous grin turned back to the American woman, “c’mere a sec first though.”
Reaching out to her older companion Amanda took hold of her lapel and pulled the unresisting blonde close. Stretching up onto her tiptoes she kissed the taller woman full on the lips and Margo felt her other arm snake around her hips only to slither down so that the impish young woman could stroke the curves of her posterior. Margo almost melted as Amanda’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and she gave an involuntary moan.
She had no idea how long they kissed and was only dimly aware when Amanda urgently pushed her against the wall and unzipped the front of her overalls before sliding an inquisitive hand inside, first to push her bra up so she could kiss and nibble on her nipples and then to slide her fingers deliciously down her body and into the front of her knickers where she teased her near delirious victim mercilessly.
It probably only lasted a couple of minutes, but by the time the fiendish little minx was done, Margo had been reduced to a whimpering mess. Any thoughts of resistance or decorum simply evaporated, and she blushed with shame and need at how easily the younger woman played her like a fiddle, “God, I need this!”
Her knees almost buckled as she was brought gasping to the very brink of orgasm, and she mewed in wordless distress when the teasing fingers suddenly withdrew, leaving her panting with unfulfilled need.
Pulling back with a wicked smile Amanda lasciviously licked her fingertips and happily surveyed the results of her handiwork, “Right, I feel better now, let’s get it done I guess.”
Without giving the woman she had basically just ravished even a moment to compose herself she pushed the door open and taking Margo by the hand led her stumbling and shell-shocked into the gym.
The door of the staff gymnasium was surprisingly heavy, and Amanda shivered when it closed behind her with an audible “click” and she realised it was soundproofed.
The gymnasium itself was smaller than the one used by the inmates and filled with all the equipment one would expect to see in a modern fitness club, as well as a few other, more unusual pieces of apparatus.
The five people already there looked up as the two women entered and even though they were not in uniform for once, Amanda easily recognised Warden McCulloch and her two usual subordinates. All three were wearing tracksuits and other garb suitable for a session of vigorous exercise and the young woman swallowed nervously as she took in the predative expression on the Warden’s face as she smiled at them both.
“Welcome ladies, so good of you to come.”
The Warden’s eyes flicked to Margo and her smile broadened as she took in the dishevelled appearance and flustered expression. She stalked nonchalantly forward, and her voice held a strangely disquieting note as she murmured, “My, my, Margo, you do look a tad… unsettled, it’s rather becoming. Perhaps you would you like a glass of water before we begin?”
The American woman almost stumbled as she struggled with the zipper on her overalls and she stammered a reply, “Um, n-no, I’m fine. I, we… um we were just…”
The Warden chuckled, “Oh, I’m sure you were.”
Gesturing to her companions she indicated to the two strangers, “You already know Wardens Cassidy and Taylor, but allow me to introduce Miss Valentine, our trainee, and of course Nurse Penny.
The trainee was an attractive young woman, probably no older than Amanda and she looked almost as nervous as Margo felt. Nurse Penny was a little older and appeared friendly enough. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she wore a pair of round spectacles over her large brown eyes. She smiled cheerfully and nodded to them as she laid out a few pieces of equipment, “Don’t worry about me dearies, there’s always a nurse present when we do this sort of thing. It’s just routine.”
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