'Erica stood with her body pressed into Franky, their bare chests hitting one another as they both breathed heavily as the passion between them

Intensified.

She grabbed hold of frankys hands guiding the brunettes nails up her own back pressing them hard into her skin. Her face buried in the prisoners neck as Franky trailed kisses up from her shoulder to her ear. Bruising bites left marks as Franky traced the red teeth marks with soothing flicks of her tongue.'

-Beep beep beep-

Erica awoke to a overly loud alarm, her chest heaving and a dull aching placed between her legs.

"Mmm i Hope that dream was about me" she hears a male voice whisper in her ear as he places a soft greeting kiss on her cheek.

Erica lay in silence with a forced half arsed smile on her face. It had been night after night she had dreamt of the prisoner Franky Doyle. Every dream got more intense and realistic, as if the prisoner had some sick hold over her once nighttime fell. Who was she kidding, her every waking moment was spent forcing herself to concentrate on anything but a thought of Franky.

Erica had never felt this level of attraction, she wasn't even into women. Her whole life had been devoted to pursuing a career in law with the perfect bachelor which she had found in mark. He was a handsome fellow and God knows he loves her but it wasn't enough. She always found herself craving more this sick feeling arose in herself as she fantasised about anything but mundane sex, like it was forbidden to have desires that wasn't from some poor 1950s house wife routine. That's how she was raised, man loves woman, anything but missionary was disgusting but nothing she could ever do would have prepared her for the fire she felt evoke inside her when she met Franky Doyle.

Erica jumped out of bed once mark released his clasp on her body. she hopped in the shower and as what seemed daily routine now she found herself relieving the aching pressure that had built up over the night due to her cinematic dreams.

The shower was loud thankfully as she couldn't suppress the deep groans that left her lips as she entered herself picturing the brunettes hand instead of hers.

Once she had climaxed and looked unflustered she readied herself for work. A blue designer shirt and black trousers that both equally hung in areas but gripped beautifully to the curves her body had on offer.

With a effortless kiss she left mark and hers 2 bed apartment and made her way to wentworth... Her prison and oddly the place she felt most comfortable like she enjoyed being there playing the game of power and control.

Erica sat in her office she could hear the women in the yard outside, her over sized window allowed perfect view onto the basketball court. She often found herself being distracted by this scenic luxury. The perfect spying view of Franky as she pounced around the court, sweat glistening on her skin as she shows her dominance over the women.

Erica searched but couldn't see the brunette prisoner. She returned to her desk to view the even more surveillance on offer, CCTV was key in prison it caught drug transactions, fights hell even officers slacking at their job. More importantly though it allowed her to trace the location of where Franky was at. Erica flicked though the screens until she finally caught view of the brunette.

Franky was sat in a secluded corner with another inmate, It was Kim Chang. Despite frankys blatant crush on Erica she also indulged pleasure from the oriental prisoner from time to time.

Erica watched on as the two women caressed one another, frankys hands seen expertly exploring Kim's body.

A surge of excitement filled Erica as that oh too familiar throbbing sensation was felt between her legs. However it was met also by a furious churning in her stomach, that cold hard stab of jealousy.

The governor picked up her phone and requested that Doyle be sent to her office immediately. The officer on the receiving end of her cold cut order responded with a simple "righto"

About 20 minutes passed by until a pointless knock was heard with an officer already peering his head into the room.

"Franky Doyle for you governor"

The two women exchanged glances Franky was stood with that cocky grin placed over her face as her eyes looked Erica up and down. That warm tingling flow led to Erica's cheeks blushing.

"You wanted to see me?" The brunette mused as she observed the governors flustered state.

"Yes, take a seat Franky." She looked on as Franky slowly made her way to the chair opposite her. The brunette sat utilising every inch of the chair, he legs spaced far apart with her back slouched stretching her body as she shows off her toned build as the tank top clung to her stomach then her breasts.

Erica coughed interrupting her own stare working its way up the prisoners body.

Once eye contact was made she was faced with a overly confident smirk on the prisoners face. Franky was sat with her tongue teasingly licking her bottom lip while her teeth gently held it in its place.

"There's been a complaint... Um about your relationship with Kim Chang"

A giggle was heard from across the desk as Franky found herself amused at Erica's bullshit chastisement.

"Franky, you can't sit around touching each other. Not all women, um people are accepting of that and it.."

"Really? You've called me up here cos some bullshit complaint?" The brunette interrupted. Her smile almost not visible now but instead replaced by a raised eyebrow and a i already know your talking shit expression.

"Why don't you really tell me why I'm here" the brunette leant forward exposing her pert cleavage even more. That damn tattoo drawing your attention just daring you to look further... Go on lower your eyes.

Erica again found herself battling the control over her eyes.

"Franky I told you why your here"

"Yeah and it's bullshit, your playing a game in here. What is it? Jealousy? Did it get you off?"

"That's enough!" Erica shouted. A moment of panic was felt as she feared a nearby guard may have heard and be rushing to her aid. Confusion waved through her, maybe she wanted rescuing? God knows she lost all form of power whenever Franky was near. But that dark side of her begged time to stand still whenever she was near. To steal moments where no memory would remain a guilt free trip that would never haunt.

The two women sat with their eyes fixed on one another, the desire between them was visible by a mile but Erica would never admit it. How could she? Not only would it be against everything she was raised to be but it would also be against the law and any damn rule book the prison held.

"Strike a nerve?" That fucking cocky grin returned on the prisoners face.

"Franky, whatever you think you know. I can assure you your wrong."

Erica plucked some combination of authority and control over her emotions as she bluntly put Franky in her place.

Yet a unconvinced chuckle escaped frankys mouth as she spoke those conversation ending words "can I go now?"

Without waiting for a response the prisoner was on her feet and headed out the door.

Erica collapsed back in her chair a feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed her. Just how long could she keep up this charade of containment around Franky and the jealousy she felt of another woman touching her unclaimed desire.