Bea laid in bed in the dark listening, she heard nothing. That was the one thing she hated about the slot, it was so quiet, especially at night. It was a world away from the hustle and bustle of H2. She turned her head straining to hear, she was sure she's heard something. It was distant to start with, then she realised it was the clicking of heels. As the sound got closer she heard the rattling of keys, then they were in the lock and the door swung open.
Bea strained to see against the harsh light of the corridor, but there was no mistaking the form that towered in the doorway. "Miss Ferguson?" Joan stepped inside and closed the door without saying a word. "What do you want?" asked Bea standing up quickly, her back against the cold wall. Joan advanced toward her, still saying nothing she took her gloves out of her jacket pocket, she slipped them on, the sound of the leather cracking sending small waves of pleasure through her hardening clit.
"Strip search" Ferguson said quietly her face inches away from Bea. Ferguson's gaze dropped down to Bea's groin, then back to her face, she raised an eyebrow. Bea stared back defiantley. She knew what Ferguson wanted, but she didn't move, she just stared into Joan's eyes daring her to make the first move.
It didn't take long. Joan slid her gloved hands over Bea's hips sliding her pyjama bottoms down in one slick motion. Joan grabbed Bea's chin with her left hand, pushing Bea's head against the wall, for half a second Bea thought she was going in for a kiss, Bea closed her eyes. Joan let go, "Sit on the edge of the bed" Joan instructed, Bea moved slowly maintaining eye contact the whole time, as she sat down she felt a twitch in her groin, she didn't want to enjoy this but she had a feeling she might.
Joan kneeled in front of her, slowly she slid her hands between Bea's thighs and spread her legs apart. She suddenly thrust two fingers deep inside Bea, taking her by surprise. Bea let her head drop back and groaned as she felt Joan's long fingers probing about inside her, she felt the heat slowly prickle from her groin up to her face. Joan inserted another finger her thumb rubbing Bea's throbbing clit, she watched with interest as Bea's groans got louder, her back arching, hips bucking against Joan's hand. A small smiled spreading across her lips.
Bea wasn't sure if it was because she hadn't been touched for the better part of a year or that Ferguson was extremely good at what she did but this felt fucking amazing. She felt the tightening in her cunt, her outer lips gripping Joan's fingers as they slid in and out not wanting to let her go. She felt a tightening in her groin, the waves of pleasure pulsating through her body, she was so close, she clamped her hand tightly over her mouth to prevent the any sound escaping and then the hand was gone!
Bea opened her eyes to see Joan pulling her gloves off finger by finger and replacing them back in her pocket. She adjusted her jacket, put one hand to her bun to make sure no hair was out of place, she then turned to look at Bea with a half smile, Bea stared back "W...what, where are you going?" Joan walked to the door, reached out for the handle. She turned back to Bea, "I think I'll keep you down here a little longer." With that she was gone, the door slammed shut leaving Bea sitting in stunned silence.