Bea had spent the last hour watching over the women in the yard, and was satisfied that today there didn’t seem to be anything she’d need to deal with. Her biggest problem, Kaz, was simply sitting at her regular table glancing about the yard – she wasn’t giving her the any grief, nor did she appear to be stirring up any trouble with the other women.
Other than that, there were a few women at the outdoor gym, a few more playing a game of basketball, but mostly, they were just milling about smoking, talking and trying to make the long day pass.
“Hey Max,” Bea leaned towards her henchwoman. “I’m gunna go back to my cell and have bit of a rest up. Headache, y’know. Send someone if you need me.”
“Sure Bea, are you ok?” replied Maxine.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just need 15 minutes. Ms Myles won’t mind, will you Ms Myles?” she called out as she walked towards where Linda Myles stood on duty in the yard.
“What’s that Smith?” said Ms Myles, deadpan.
“If I go back to my cell for 15 minutes. You know, women’s stuff.”
“You got 10. Jim, walk with Smith back to H4, would ya?”
“Thanks Ms Myles, see you soon.” Bea smiled to herself – she knew ‘10 minutes’ meant she could stay half an hour. It was good to have a semi-crooked screw on your side. She was so easy, Ms Myles, but a decent sort.
Bea hit the mattress hard as she flopped onto her bed, feeling exhausted from all the new conflict she could feel brewing. Did she really want to be Top Dog? Maybe she should just let Kaz have her way and step down and have no-one running things. But she knew it didn’t work like that. If it wasn’t her, someone else would step in, and besides, the women needed a leader, or else things would disintegrate into chaos. Chaos and violence.
She was staring at the ceiling when her door opened and a figure slipped into her cell. She sat bolt upright, immediately on high alert, “What the fuck?”
Jumping to her feet, she tried to look past the woman standing inside her doorway to see if there were more of the crew coming to launch the attack that could take her down. It looked, on first appearance that there was no crew.
“What the fuck do you want?” Bea’s tone was aggressive, her eyes darting, hoping for an escape route.
“Relax, Bea. No-one else knows I’m here.”
“Yeah right. How long before they come?” The young woman didn’t reply, just kept her gaze fixed on Bea, who continued talking into the awkward silence, “So whaddya want then? What’s your story? You’re a creepy bitch you know, always staring at me, and now following me around.”
“I just aaah, I just wanted to come and say hello, maybe have a chat, get to know you a bit, you know.”
Bea laughed scornfully, taking in the sticking plaster across her visitor’s eyebrow, “Yeah, well I’ve got no interest in getting to know you. Not after that little stunt you pulled in the showers the other day.”
“Yeah, well I owe you an apology for that. I fucked up, it's just that…
“What? What the fuck did you think would be okay about trying to go down on me when I just smashed your head against the fucking wall?”
“Look I said I was sorry. Can you please just relax? I’m not here to make trouble.”
Bea looked the young woman up and down. “What did you say your name is?”
The blonde offered a half-smile, “Allie. Allie Novak.”
“Well Allie Novak, you’ve said hello. Now you can fuck off.” Bea sat back down on her bed, still watching Allie.
Allie’s face changed from one of hopeful friendliness to one of hurt and rejection.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t give me that sad puppy face,” Bea rolled her eyes. “What are you really doing here? Did Kaz send you?”
“No! She doesn’t even know I came. But she doesn’t control me, you know. Sure we’re mates, but I do what I want.” Bea was a little confused listening to Allie sounding like a defiant teenager.
“So…?”
“I told you, I just wanna get to know you. I don’t want you to think I’m just Kaz’s minion.”
“You got balls, Allie, I’ll give you that. So, what do you want to know?” Bea sat back against the wall, pointing towards the chair that was just inside the doorway.
Allie nervously sat down, “Dunno really. I just wanna know what makes you tick.”
“Aaah, what makes Bea Smith tick?” Bea leaned forward, staring straight into Allie’s eyes. “Survival.” She paused. “That’s it. Nothing more complex than that. Just survival.”
Allie held Bea’s gaze, “Nah, it’s more than that. You give a shit.”
Bea was taken aback. Surprised that this Red Right Hand hack had burst into her room and been so forward, had stayed when she had told her to fuck off, and was now reading her pretty well. She did give a shit, and that was why being Top Dog was so fucking hard.
“I give a shit about surviving,” she replied. She wasn’t going to give Allie the satisfaction of knowing that she’d rattled her a little.
“And about the women,” Allie wasn’t giving up.
Bea acquiesced just the slightest; “You can’t be at the top if you don’t care at least a little. It’s not all about the power.”
Allie looked hard at Bea, saying quietly, “But it’s the power that makes people wanna be near you.”
“Whaddya mean? Are you saying you wanna leave Kaz and join my crew?”
“No,” replied Allie. “Well, kinda, but I want more than that.”
“Geez you’ve fucking lost me again,” Bea was extremely surprised to find that she was feeling a little turned on by the look of want on Allie’s face.
“I think you know what I mean,” said Allie moving to sit on the bed next to Bea, placing one hand on Bea’s leg, just above her knee.
Flashbacks of Allie’s nakedness in the shower, and her sliding down Bea’s own naked body ran through Bea’s mind, and she felt a rush of heat prick her between her legs.
What the fuck? I’m not fucking gay… but 40 years… fuck. Someone to love…
The thoughts were rushing through her mind as she felt her cheeks flush. “Allie, you better fucking not…” but her words were weak and breathless.
“Sshhhh…” Allie replied, and leaned in to run her lips lightly across Bea’s jawline.
Bea pulled back slightly, but it wasn’t convincing, and Allie leaned in closer, moving her lips down to Bea’s neck and the soft skin just under her jawline.
A thousand thoughts were running through Bea’s mind – mostly what the fuck was she doing letting Kaz Proctor’s off-sider kiss her neck like this; was it a set-up; she wasn’t fucking gay… but geez it felt good, and damn, those words of Liz’s kept running through her mind… someone to love, someone to love…
Allie’s actions had the desired effect on the older woman. Bea gave in and the two women relaxed back on the bed, as Allie moved her lips to Bea’s. They kissed long and hard, and Bea felt things she’d never felt before as Allie’s tongue pushed inside her mouth.
Both women peeled off their shirts before Bea felt Allie’s hand grab her behind the neck and pull her in again, while the other moved to her breast and under the fabric of her bra to find her hardened nipple. She groaned as Allie began expertly rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. The younger woman’s hand trailed down between her shoulder blades and unhooked her bra. Bea gave no resistance as Allie pulled her bra off, then quickly removed her own.
Bea’s body was a whirlwind of maddened desire, yet part of her mind was telling her she should stop what was about to happen. But it seemed Allie was having none of that as she pushed the redhead backwards onto the bed.
Allie straddled her knees either side of Bea’s thighs and began kissing her across her collarbone, light little kisses with the occasional nip with her lips and teeth. Bea was going wild with desire. Allie’s lips made their way down to one of Bea’s erect nipples and took it into her mouth sucking it gently and flicking it with her tongue. Bea felt the electricity bolt directly to her core, and knew there was no going back from here.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” Bea managed breathily.
Allie looked up briefly, replying, “That’s the idea.”
Allie’s lips and tongue moved to Bea’s other nipple, while her fingers took up the action on the first.
Bea’s head and shoulders arched back as she pushed her breasts up towards Allie’s touch, “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
Allie didn’t reply, but continued a trail of kisses down Bea’s stomach towards the band in her teal trackpants. Without taking her lips off Bea’s burning skin, Allie pulled the tracks and underwear off, taking Bea’s socks with it. Bea lay there, completely naked and vulnerable, desperately wanting Allie to take her.
Bea sat up and pulled the young woman down to lie next to her. Ally’s mouth once again covered hers, and her hand began to tease lightly up and down Bea’s thigh. Skin on skin, nipple against nipple, Bea was helpless under the touch of this strange young woman. Something from deep within touched her animal sex as reached her hand up to massage Allie’s breast, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the younger woman. When she began to flick Allie’s nipple with her fingers, Allie broke the kiss to murmur, “Yeah Bea, that’s good.”
Kiss broken, Allie looked deeply into Bea’s eyes, and Bea felt the teasing fingers move off her thigh and towards her inner self. Finding her slippery wetness and gliding up and down her glistening lips before encircling her bulging clit, Allie whispered, “Oh Bea, so wet for me.”
Any thought Bea had of teasing Allie’s nipple disappeared from her mind. She could not wait a moment longer, “Oh god, just fuck me!”
There was no answer – Allie responded by pushing two fingers inside Bea, who arched her back and groaned loudly.
Keeping her gaze firmly fixed on Bea’s face, Allie began to slide her fingers in and out of Bea, slowly and rhythmically as Bea lost control of all rational thought. Her arms splayed out beside her and her head arched back as she began to move her hips in time with Allie’s thrusts.
Allie’s fingers found that spot inside her and she could feel the involuntary spasms that came along with the pressure on it. She was completely lost to the moment, when the pressure lightened and she suddenly felt the warmth of Allie’s mouth surround her clit. The sensations were beyond wild, as fingers moved inside her and a warm and persistent tongue circled and flicked her pulsating clitoris.
So unused to such pleasure, Bea knew it would be only moments before she came - her breath was rushing in and out, her heart wildly beating, the pleasure was creeping out from her core up her stomach towards her nipples, and down her inner thighs.
“Oh god, don’t stop, so good…”
The orgasm exploded in her as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands grabbed at the covers and her body lifted off the bed, first her hips, then her shoulders, and then her hips again as the seemingly never-ending orgasm ripped through her. Bea let out a long, loud groan as it eventually subsided, leaving her tingling all over and completely spent.
Completely devoid of any energy to physically control her muscles, she relaxed back into the bed, and slowly opened her eyes. Allie crawled back up beside her, and lay propped up on one elbow looking down at her.
“So, it was okay, was it?”
Bea smiled still quite breathless, and looked at Allie, whispering, “Where the fuck did you come from and what was that all about?”
“There’s more where that came from, Bea. Any time you want it, I’m happy to be here for you. Just… I need you to watch out for me, please… That’s all I ask in return.”
With that, Allie put on the few clothes that she had removed, and looked down at the naked Bea laying on the bed. “I’ll see you back in the yard.”
Bea watched Allie leave the room, and leaned up on her elbows, shaking her head. That had been fucking amazing, but what did she mean ‘just look out for me’, and what sort of compromising position had she just out herself in by allowing that to happen?
Other than that, there were a few women at the outdoor gym, a few more playing a game of basketball, but mostly, they were just milling about smoking, talking and trying to make the long day pass.
“Hey Max,” Bea leaned towards her henchwoman. “I’m gunna go back to my cell and have bit of a rest up. Headache, y’know. Send someone if you need me.”
“Sure Bea, are you ok?” replied Maxine.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just need 15 minutes. Ms Myles won’t mind, will you Ms Myles?” she called out as she walked towards where Linda Myles stood on duty in the yard.
“What’s that Smith?” said Ms Myles, deadpan.
“If I go back to my cell for 15 minutes. You know, women’s stuff.”
“You got 10. Jim, walk with Smith back to H4, would ya?”
“Thanks Ms Myles, see you soon.” Bea smiled to herself – she knew ‘10 minutes’ meant she could stay half an hour. It was good to have a semi-crooked screw on your side. She was so easy, Ms Myles, but a decent sort.
Bea hit the mattress hard as she flopped onto her bed, feeling exhausted from all the new conflict she could feel brewing. Did she really want to be Top Dog? Maybe she should just let Kaz have her way and step down and have no-one running things. But she knew it didn’t work like that. If it wasn’t her, someone else would step in, and besides, the women needed a leader, or else things would disintegrate into chaos. Chaos and violence.
She was staring at the ceiling when her door opened and a figure slipped into her cell. She sat bolt upright, immediately on high alert, “What the fuck?”
Jumping to her feet, she tried to look past the woman standing inside her doorway to see if there were more of the crew coming to launch the attack that could take her down. It looked, on first appearance that there was no crew.
“What the fuck do you want?” Bea’s tone was aggressive, her eyes darting, hoping for an escape route.
“Relax, Bea. No-one else knows I’m here.”
“Yeah right. How long before they come?” The young woman didn’t reply, just kept her gaze fixed on Bea, who continued talking into the awkward silence, “So whaddya want then? What’s your story? You’re a creepy bitch you know, always staring at me, and now following me around.”
“I just aaah, I just wanted to come and say hello, maybe have a chat, get to know you a bit, you know.”
Bea laughed scornfully, taking in the sticking plaster across her visitor’s eyebrow, “Yeah, well I’ve got no interest in getting to know you. Not after that little stunt you pulled in the showers the other day.”
“Yeah, well I owe you an apology for that. I fucked up, it's just that…
“What? What the fuck did you think would be okay about trying to go down on me when I just smashed your head against the fucking wall?”
“Look I said I was sorry. Can you please just relax? I’m not here to make trouble.”
Bea looked the young woman up and down. “What did you say your name is?”
The blonde offered a half-smile, “Allie. Allie Novak.”
“Well Allie Novak, you’ve said hello. Now you can fuck off.” Bea sat back down on her bed, still watching Allie.
Allie’s face changed from one of hopeful friendliness to one of hurt and rejection.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t give me that sad puppy face,” Bea rolled her eyes. “What are you really doing here? Did Kaz send you?”
“No! She doesn’t even know I came. But she doesn’t control me, you know. Sure we’re mates, but I do what I want.” Bea was a little confused listening to Allie sounding like a defiant teenager.
“So…?”
“I told you, I just wanna get to know you. I don’t want you to think I’m just Kaz’s minion.”
“You got balls, Allie, I’ll give you that. So, what do you want to know?” Bea sat back against the wall, pointing towards the chair that was just inside the doorway.
Allie nervously sat down, “Dunno really. I just wanna know what makes you tick.”
“Aaah, what makes Bea Smith tick?” Bea leaned forward, staring straight into Allie’s eyes. “Survival.” She paused. “That’s it. Nothing more complex than that. Just survival.”
Allie held Bea’s gaze, “Nah, it’s more than that. You give a shit.”
Bea was taken aback. Surprised that this Red Right Hand hack had burst into her room and been so forward, had stayed when she had told her to fuck off, and was now reading her pretty well. She did give a shit, and that was why being Top Dog was so fucking hard.
“I give a shit about surviving,” she replied. She wasn’t going to give Allie the satisfaction of knowing that she’d rattled her a little.
“And about the women,” Allie wasn’t giving up.
Bea acquiesced just the slightest; “You can’t be at the top if you don’t care at least a little. It’s not all about the power.”
Allie looked hard at Bea, saying quietly, “But it’s the power that makes people wanna be near you.”
“Whaddya mean? Are you saying you wanna leave Kaz and join my crew?”
“No,” replied Allie. “Well, kinda, but I want more than that.”
“Geez you’ve fucking lost me again,” Bea was extremely surprised to find that she was feeling a little turned on by the look of want on Allie’s face.
“I think you know what I mean,” said Allie moving to sit on the bed next to Bea, placing one hand on Bea’s leg, just above her knee.
Flashbacks of Allie’s nakedness in the shower, and her sliding down Bea’s own naked body ran through Bea’s mind, and she felt a rush of heat prick her between her legs.
What the fuck? I’m not fucking gay… but 40 years… fuck. Someone to love…
The thoughts were rushing through her mind as she felt her cheeks flush. “Allie, you better fucking not…” but her words were weak and breathless.
“Sshhhh…” Allie replied, and leaned in to run her lips lightly across Bea’s jawline.
Bea pulled back slightly, but it wasn’t convincing, and Allie leaned in closer, moving her lips down to Bea’s neck and the soft skin just under her jawline.
A thousand thoughts were running through Bea’s mind – mostly what the fuck was she doing letting Kaz Proctor’s off-sider kiss her neck like this; was it a set-up; she wasn’t fucking gay… but geez it felt good, and damn, those words of Liz’s kept running through her mind… someone to love, someone to love…
Allie’s actions had the desired effect on the older woman. Bea gave in and the two women relaxed back on the bed, as Allie moved her lips to Bea’s. They kissed long and hard, and Bea felt things she’d never felt before as Allie’s tongue pushed inside her mouth.
Both women peeled off their shirts before Bea felt Allie’s hand grab her behind the neck and pull her in again, while the other moved to her breast and under the fabric of her bra to find her hardened nipple. She groaned as Allie began expertly rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. The younger woman’s hand trailed down between her shoulder blades and unhooked her bra. Bea gave no resistance as Allie pulled her bra off, then quickly removed her own.
Bea’s body was a whirlwind of maddened desire, yet part of her mind was telling her she should stop what was about to happen. But it seemed Allie was having none of that as she pushed the redhead backwards onto the bed.
Allie straddled her knees either side of Bea’s thighs and began kissing her across her collarbone, light little kisses with the occasional nip with her lips and teeth. Bea was going wild with desire. Allie’s lips made their way down to one of Bea’s erect nipples and took it into her mouth sucking it gently and flicking it with her tongue. Bea felt the electricity bolt directly to her core, and knew there was no going back from here.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” Bea managed breathily.
Allie looked up briefly, replying, “That’s the idea.”
Allie’s lips and tongue moved to Bea’s other nipple, while her fingers took up the action on the first.
Bea’s head and shoulders arched back as she pushed her breasts up towards Allie’s touch, “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
Allie didn’t reply, but continued a trail of kisses down Bea’s stomach towards the band in her teal trackpants. Without taking her lips off Bea’s burning skin, Allie pulled the tracks and underwear off, taking Bea’s socks with it. Bea lay there, completely naked and vulnerable, desperately wanting Allie to take her.
Bea sat up and pulled the young woman down to lie next to her. Ally’s mouth once again covered hers, and her hand began to tease lightly up and down Bea’s thigh. Skin on skin, nipple against nipple, Bea was helpless under the touch of this strange young woman. Something from deep within touched her animal sex as reached her hand up to massage Allie’s breast, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the younger woman. When she began to flick Allie’s nipple with her fingers, Allie broke the kiss to murmur, “Yeah Bea, that’s good.”
Kiss broken, Allie looked deeply into Bea’s eyes, and Bea felt the teasing fingers move off her thigh and towards her inner self. Finding her slippery wetness and gliding up and down her glistening lips before encircling her bulging clit, Allie whispered, “Oh Bea, so wet for me.”
Any thought Bea had of teasing Allie’s nipple disappeared from her mind. She could not wait a moment longer, “Oh god, just fuck me!”
There was no answer – Allie responded by pushing two fingers inside Bea, who arched her back and groaned loudly.
Keeping her gaze firmly fixed on Bea’s face, Allie began to slide her fingers in and out of Bea, slowly and rhythmically as Bea lost control of all rational thought. Her arms splayed out beside her and her head arched back as she began to move her hips in time with Allie’s thrusts.
Allie’s fingers found that spot inside her and she could feel the involuntary spasms that came along with the pressure on it. She was completely lost to the moment, when the pressure lightened and she suddenly felt the warmth of Allie’s mouth surround her clit. The sensations were beyond wild, as fingers moved inside her and a warm and persistent tongue circled and flicked her pulsating clitoris.
So unused to such pleasure, Bea knew it would be only moments before she came - her breath was rushing in and out, her heart wildly beating, the pleasure was creeping out from her core up her stomach towards her nipples, and down her inner thighs.
“Oh god, don’t stop, so good…”
The orgasm exploded in her as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands grabbed at the covers and her body lifted off the bed, first her hips, then her shoulders, and then her hips again as the seemingly never-ending orgasm ripped through her. Bea let out a long, loud groan as it eventually subsided, leaving her tingling all over and completely spent.
Completely devoid of any energy to physically control her muscles, she relaxed back into the bed, and slowly opened her eyes. Allie crawled back up beside her, and lay propped up on one elbow looking down at her.
“So, it was okay, was it?”
Bea smiled still quite breathless, and looked at Allie, whispering, “Where the fuck did you come from and what was that all about?”
“There’s more where that came from, Bea. Any time you want it, I’m happy to be here for you. Just… I need you to watch out for me, please… That’s all I ask in return.”
With that, Allie put on the few clothes that she had removed, and looked down at the naked Bea laying on the bed. “I’ll see you back in the yard.”
Bea watched Allie leave the room, and leaned up on her elbows, shaking her head. That had been fucking amazing, but what did she mean ‘just look out for me’, and what sort of compromising position had she just out herself in by allowing that to happen?