A month into her sentence, Tiffany was given a new cellmate named Norah who was in on drug charges. She got the instant impression that she wasn’t anything like Olivia had been, much to her relief. The two hit it off and felt very comfortable with each other. Norah was a quiet, soft-spoken woman of forty-two with a husband and no kids. Norah had opted not to have kids so she could focus on a career in fashion design. All had been wonderful for the first several years of her marriage. Then one rainy night her husband was in a bad car accident which left him paralyzed and she succumbed to drugs when the stress of juggling her career and taking care of him got to be too much. She was grateful in the end that they hadn’t had any kids to make things harder than they already were.
Although Tiffany and Norah had some pleasant talks, she still mostly preferred to curl up on her bed and escape quietly into her own thoughts and images of Vicki while Norah read the romance novels she enjoyed. Even letter-writing could be hard for her to stay focused on with Vicki popping into mind every so often. Norah often noticed her gazing at nothing and asked what she was thinking of. She’d tell her she had her mind on her kids which wasn’t exactly a lie since she thought of them as much as she did Vicki.
Later, Tiffany stood up from her lower bunk and peered through the bars at the clock on the wall behind the guard station. Vicki would be around soon. She returned to her bunk, so Norah, who was reading away up on her bunk, wouldn’t see her remove her panties which she shoved under her blanket.
“I wish I was this eager to go to work,” Norah commented a while later.
She hadn’t been doing a good job of hiding her anticipation after all, she realized. “It’s just an excuse to get out of this cell and move around. I hate being locked down so often.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” said Norah, who worked in the laundry department from 8 AM to 4 PM. She folded a corner of a page in her book, tossed it down onto the metal table, then yawned and stretched. “Well, have fun working tonight. I’m going to bed now.”
“Good night,” said Tiffany.
Tiffany made herself sit on her bunk to keep from pacing anxiously within the cell. When Vicki finally did come to let her out, however, she noticed her expression right away. It was one she’d never seen before and that quickened her heartbeat. It was not a good one either. She gazed at Vicki inquisitively but didn’t ask what was wrong till they were out of earshot of the cells.
“Come on, let’s go,” Vicki said curtly, leading Tiffany at a brisk pace to the supply closet without even stopping to chat first at one of the tables.
“What’s wrong?” Tiffany asked once they got to the closet.
“Well,” said Vicki, scribbling something on the clipboard she carried, “I was hoping you could tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Come on, Tiffy, don’t play dumb with me.”
“But I have no idea what you mean.”
“Oh, you don’t, huh?” said Vicki, eyes now boring into her with a strange, calm sense of fury.
“No, I don’t, so why don’t you just come out and tell me.”
Vicki continued to eye Tiffany intently, a flicker of doubt crossing her features. “You didn’t open your mouth to another guard and tell them about us?”
“No way!” Tiffany insisted with emphasis.
“You could’ve gotten me put under investigation,” Vicki continued as if Tiffany hadn’t spoken.
“I did not say anything to anyone, Vicki. So if you can’t believe me, then maybe we should just be the typical inmate and guard and nothing more.”
Vicki’s gaze then turned to icy rage. “I don’t think so, little lady. It’s too late for that, and I’m getting a little too old to just play around.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked a confused Tiffany.
“It means just what I said. I wanted you, you wanted me, and so be it. We are what we are and it’s too late to turn back now, but I will tell you one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“If I find out you’re lying about opening your mouth, I’ll knock you senseless and then I’ll…”
“The hell you will!” Tiffany screamed. “Who do you think you are, God?”
Vicki said nothing; just continued with her furious stare.
“Well, you’re not,” Tiffany went on. “Being a jail cop doesn’t make you God and if you lay a hand on me you’ll be looking for a new career for damn sure. That is after you do your own time here.”
Vicki didn’t look the least bit intimidated.
“Now just let me do my job, then I’ll call for you to bring me back when I’m done.”
Vicki still wouldn’t unlock her gaze from Tiffany’s. She continued to eye her in a way that made Tiffany’s anger slowly turn to fear. It was then that she had a sure feeling that she would pay for her little outburst. She just didn’t know how. At last, Vicki stepped aside and motioned for her to pass by her to begin her work.
She worked nervously, often dropping bottles of cleansers along the way. The broom slipped from her nervous grasp a few times as she swept the shower room floor. She stole periodic glances towards the doorway. When she finished mopping, Vicki appeared as if she knew the instant she’d be making the final wring-out of the mop. Tiffany was startled by how she was suddenly there. There in a flash where there’d been no one a moment ago.
“Vicki, I’m sorry I…” she began as Vicki made her way to her and cut her off.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Vicki said as she embraced Tiffany very tightly and then very firmly planted her lips upon her full lips.
Tiffany tried to pull away, but Vicki’s embrace tightened. She struggled even more, but Vicki’s grip was as strong as steel. She kicked at Vicki’s shins and finally, she released her as she struggled to catch her breath. Vicki didn’t look the least bit concerned.
“V-Vicki, I can’t, I can’t breathe when you hold me that tight and kiss me that fiercely. Besides, I really don’t think we should…”
Vicki slowly began to shake her head. “Oh, yes we should,” she said, “and we will. We’re a team, you and me.”
“Vicki, I like you a lot. I really do. You’re beautiful, too. It’s just that this doesn’t feel right anymore. It’s not going anywhere.”
Vicki was silent for a moment which made Tiffany even more uncomfortable. “Then I guess you’ll just have to stay here longer,” she finally said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Tiffany, trying to hide the tendrils of alarm that were now forming in the pit of her stomach.
Vicki stood eyeing Tiffany as a slow smile spread across her face. “You figure it out. You’re smart, aren’t you?”
“Why don’t you just tell me, Vicki.”
“It’s simple, Tiffy babe,” said Vicki as she strode towards her once again. “Either we’re together or I’ll just have to have you set up to take quite a fall. One that’ll land you in here for longer than you’ve got time for.”
Tiffany’s heart felt like it would explode within her chest as Vicki’s lips crushed hers once more. She kicked, she pushed, she clawed, yet she couldn’t get Vicki to budge. A few seconds later, Vicki pulled her lips from hers and Tiffany managed to let a breathy “No!” escape her lips before Vicki’s hand smothered her cries, mashing her lips against her teeth.
“You don’t understand,” Vicki said more than sternly. “I’m the boss here and you’ll do what I say. That means that if I say I’m going to have you, I’m going to have you. And if you so much as dare breathe a word of it to anyone else and I find out about it, I’ll have you framed before you even know what hit you. You got it?”
Tiffany, who was as stiff as a taut rubber band, was afraid to move much less utter a sound.
“Do you?” Vicki demanded roughly.
Tiffany managed a few quick, jerky nods.
“Good, because we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way, and trust me, the easy way will be much more fun.” With that, again Vicki’s lips found hers, but this time, she also hiked her dress up as she shoved her onto the counter. The metal counter felt cold underneath her bare butt.
Vicki pulled back a moment and again Tiffany pleaded with her, though in a much calmer voice. “Please don’t do this.”
“Oh, so you’d rather stay here? Is that it?”
“No,” said Tiffany as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Now’s the time to make up your mind, Tiff. It’s the only chance you’ve got. Will it be me or a very, very long prison sentence?”
Tiffany’s mind spun like a top out of control. She didn’t want to have sex with someone she didn’t want to have sex with, but she also didn’t want to be framed, locked up, and taken away from her friends and family forever.
If you just close your mind to what she’s doing, pretend like all is still ok, just focus on the sex alone, you’ll be ok, she told herself. Then once you’re out of here, you’ll never have to see this sick twist again.
“Well? I’m waiting and we haven’t got all night.”
“Ok,” Tiffany said sharply.
“Ok, what?”
Tiffany looked Vicki in the eye. Never before did she want to slap such a gorgeous face as she did now. “Do me,” she said almost in a defiant tone of voice.
Vicki smiled a rather sinister smile, then proceeded to have her way with Tiffany.
Tiffany closed her eyes as Vicki fondled her full, luscious breasts. Much against her will, she soon found herself becoming more and more relaxed and aroused.
“Ah, she likes what I’m doing, huh?”
Tiffany’s eyes snapped open. “No!”
Vicki laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“You just better be gentle if we have to do this.”
“Aw, are you a fragile little thing?” Vicki asked, hands moving towards Tiffany’s pussy.
Tiffany didn’t answer. She simply turned her head and closed her eyes as Vicki nudged her knees apart with her body. Then she leaned into her and began to trail her tongue along the side of her neck. Another moment and she was parting her thighs even further with her hands as she dropped to her knees. Tiffany couldn’t seem to help but want to part them wide enough to let Vicki’s wonderfully creative tongue work its magic.
The sight of Tiffany’s enlarged red clit both delighted and amused Vicki. She knew the girl wouldn’t be able to resist her so easily with or without the threat. Not when she knew they went like hand in glove sexually. Tiffany was too into the sex they had, just as into it as she was, only she knew Tiffany wasn’t about to admit it at the moment. That was ok, though, for she had what she wanted and that was Tiffany Knowles’ red-hot juicy pussy in her mouth. The love, respect, and commitment would come later. The girl would require some training, of course, but she was certain that in the end, all would work out the way it was meant to.
Tiffany felt her passion mounting. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. She came in thunderous waves of ecstasy. When the orgasm finished tearing through her, she tried with all her might to control her shuddering, heart-pounding body.
“My my, little Tiffy,” Vicki said standing upright. “Came pretty hard there, didn’t ya?”
“No, I didn’t, so don’t flatter yourself.”
“There’s no fooling me, Tiff, but that’s ok. It’s only natural when it feels so good, huh? We just can’t help ourselves.”
“Look, you got what you wanted, I’ve done my work, and I’m tired. I just want to go back and get some sleep.”
Vicki stood up and nodded. “Remember our deal.”
“You mean your deal.”
“Whatever. Want your soda first?”
“No, Vicki, I don’t. I just want to go to sleep.”
Vicki gazed at Tiffany a moment longer before she led her to her cell.
Once Vicki was out of view, Tiffany slid her panties on and curled up in bed with the blanket over her head. She stifled her sobs with a hand, unable to believe that what happened had really happened. First she couldn’t believe that a guard of all people would get it on with her, since she had thought that only happened on TV, then she was amazed at just how well she and Vicki had taken to each other both personally and sexually, guard or not, and now she was stunned with the threats she’d received. She never thought Vicki would turn on her the way she had and it scared her terribly. She had the power to do just what she said she’d do too, if she didn’t give in to her, and no one would believe her. It would be her word against Vicki’s.
Oh relax, she tried telling herself. You barely have much more than a month to go, then you’ll be forever free of her.
But would she really?
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