Franky's Day

6 Weeks Later

Bridget's POV

I have been planning for this day since I got the call from Vera letting me know Franky's parole had been granted and the actual date and time she'd be getting released. Ever since that kiss in her cell, I have been anticipating this day. I woke up early that morning, showered, got dressed, did my lipstick in the brand Franky teased me about the day she asked how it taste during the session and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. After I was dressed, I call the UberX to take me to my first location of the day. I arrive at the Porsche rental car place and only three customers are there which is good, because it will get me in and out quickly. After waiting for about twenty minutes I was face to face with the guy behind the counter.

The guy looks young probably in his early twenties. "You're renting the twenty-sixteen Porsche Boxster, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct," I respond.

"Nice choice! You going on a trip or something?" he asks.

I look at his name tag, it reads: Emmanuel. He is white, with brown eyes and dark, low cut hair.

"No, Emmanuel, I'm picking someone up after a long vacation," I say remembering that a lot of people in prison who have long sentences often refer to their time as a vacation.

Emmanuel blushes and eyes me lustfully, then gives my body a once over. "Wow, he's one lucky bloke. I'd love to have someone as fine and sexy as you, making this kind of gesture for me."

I nod and smile. "No, I'm the lucky one. That's why I plan to give her the royal treatment."

Emmanuel's eyes grow two sizes bigger. "Her?"

"Yes, her! Now can we get on with it? I have a long day ahead of me."

"Sorry, uh, yeah. Moving along. At this moment we only have that car in black. Will that be a problem?"

"No…no, problem at all. Thank you!"

After finalizing the necessary paperwork and getting the keys in my hand. I head to the mall, by the time I finish there, only two hours remain before it's time to pick up Franky, enough time to take care of the other preparations.

Franky's POV

"Don't fuckin' burn me, Red," I tell Red as I feel the heat from the flat iron on my neck.

"So, why did you opt for lighter hair anyway?" Red asks referring to my now lighter brunette colored hair.

"Cause I gotta look more like a civilized member of society and not a hardcore, scary arse crim. Since we asking all the fucking questions. How the fuck you get a flat iron in here?"

"Well, being top dog has it's privileges. You should know that. And you know Smiles will move hell and high water for the right price," Red answers.

We both laugh because she is so right.

"True," I reply.

Red stops doing my hair then looks down into my face and smile.

"Tryna kiss me, Red?" I joke looking up at her.

"Fuck off," Red giggles. "I was just wondering if this new hairstyle and desire for change got anything to do with Bridget?"

"I knew that's where this was going." I shrug. "I haven't heard from Bridget since my hearing, Red. Shit it's been over a month. For all I know she coulda found someone and forgotten about me by now," I reply.

"You don't know that," Red says. "But if it's any consolation I think you and Bridget will make a great couple. She's older and more level-headed which you definitely need. Whereas you're younger and more adventurous. I think you two would really compliment each other's strengths," Red voices.

"Well, thanks, Red. If I ever see her again, I will keep that in mind. But regardless of what happens between me and Bridget. I don't wanna end up back in this shithouse, Red. The thought fuckin' scares the shit outta me, ya know?"

Red lays the flat iron down on the counter and walks around the facing me. "You can do this, Franky. You've already survived your toughest challenges. Now got out there and show the world what the real Francesca Doyle is capable of," Red advises causing tears to fill my eyes.

I don't respond, I smile, and she goes back to finishing my hair.

I sit in my cell, looking around at the space I'd called home for the past six years. Everything I've endured and done swamps my mind. I was glad when the knock on my door brought me back to reality and Mr. Jackson stepped inside my cell.

"Alright, Doyle, time for you to get outta here," Mr. Jackson announces.

"Can I have a minute, please?"

Mr. Jackson nods and steps back out.

I take one more glance around, I am terrified about what awaits me on the outside of these bars, but I don't wanna be here any longer.

"You got this, Franky." I encourage myself, something I learned from Bridget.

Then I exit the cell and follow Mr. Jackson out of the unit without looking back. I take a moment once we get to the yard and say my goodbyes. By the time I am done my face is wet with tears. This is a bittersweet farewell, but I know as long as Red is top dog my girls are good, so I'm good. When I finally make it to the car park, my tears have dried and anxiety has replaced the sadness. Now I stand there wondering where to go next. I wasn't sure if someone was picking me up and if so who? It had better not be my dad, because I would end up back in Wentworth before I even leave the car park. More than likely it'll probably Burnsy he's the most reliable person that I have from my past life. As I am standing there picturing all these scenarios in my head, a loud, piercing horn catches my attention. My eyes grow wide and my mouth drops when I look over to where the horn came from. I am literally shocked, Bridget gets out of a shiny, black Porsche smiling from ear to ear.

"You remembered?" I say approaching the car.

"Of course, I did. How could I forget?" she replies.

I can't help grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her into me and kissing her hard and long. As we kiss, she maneuvers me so that my back is against the car door. She holds me while we kiss, and I gently smack her arse. She smells and feels so fucking good. Again, we break our kiss briefly and we both laugh.

"Finally," she breaths, wiping her lipstick off my lips with her index finger making me shiver.

Bridget's POV

The look on Franky's face when she saw me, and the car is priceless. The kiss is even more intense than the kiss in her cell that day but having her out and in my arms was like…shit no words can explain it.

"So, what do you wanna do now that you're a free woman?" I ask looking into her eyes.

"It'll be great to go somewhere and wash this prison smell off my arse," she answers.

"I have the perfect place. Do you trust me?" I offer and quiz.

Franky looks at me with raised brows and smirks. "Uh…do I have a choice?"

I laugh. "You always have choices, baby."

"Baby, huh? You like calling me that, do ya?" Franky teases.

"Yep, just like you like calling me Spunky and Gidget. But don't try to ignore my previous question, Franky. Do you trust me?"

Franky finally and hesitantly nods. "Uh…I guess."

"Okay, let's go." I say opening the car door.

Franky climbs in all the way to the passenger's side, that smile still plastered on her face and every dimple she possesses is showing as she watches me ease into the driver's seat. I let the top of the Porsche down and crank up the car.

Franky reaches over and caresses my thigh making my body tremble. "Thank you, Spunky."

"Don't thank me yet, this is just the beginning, baby." I pullout of the car park just as the sun is starting to set.

Franky's POV

When I tell you, this was the perfect moment, Bridget really surprised me. She carried out my vision right down to the sunsetting. I don't know what she's going to do next, but she asked me to trust her, so I will. After all she hasn't let me down yet, so far. There was an awkward silence for the next few minutes, but Bridget kept catching glances of me from time to time as she drove. After about a fifteen-minute ride Bridget pulls into a driveway of a nice sized house and parks the car.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"My humble abode," Bridget responds.

"Your house?" I have to be sure.

She nods and opens the door to get out. "Can you give me a moment to make sure things are decent?"

"Sure." I shrug.

Bridget disappears into the house. I look around at the scenery. The lawns are all green and neatly trimmed. Trees are filled with leaves, sprinklers water some of the neighbor's grass, a man is walking his dog, bird are chirping and squirrels roam around looking for food. I take a second to embrace the reality that I am out of Wentworth. A few minutes later, Bridget comes back out to the car.

"All is ready, my love," she states so sweetly.

She lets the top of the car back up, rolls up the windows, and removes the key out of ignition. Then we get out of the car simultaneously and I hesitantly follow her inside the house. Once inside the house she steps behind me and eases her hand over my eyes, then she raises up on her tiptoes, I am now getting a clear picture of how much shorter than me she really is.

"Trust me," she whispers in my ear.

She leads me through the house for only a few short seconds, then removes her hand. I guess we're in the living room now because there are beige or possibly off-white suede couches, a lounge chair, a recliner, a matching coffee table and large flatscreen mounted on the wall. What caught my eyes though was the red rose petals spread all over the room, the blue balloons and the banner that read: FRANKY'S DAY! Just like at the car park I stand there, mouth dropped and eyes big, speechless.

Bridget's POV

I can tell Franky is overwhelmed. She looks like she's about to break down and start crying at any second. I walk over to her, touch her face with both and stare into her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh…you did all this for me?" she asks slowly.

"Yes. I told you during the drive from Wentworth that this was just the beginning."

Franky loosens up and cups my arse holding it tight in her hands. "Oh, yeah? Now you have me wondering what else you got planned in that sneaky head of yours." She softly kisses my lips.

"I can show you better than I can tell," I answer.

"Oh, really. You been threatening me a lot since we met, Spunky. I think it's time for you to put up or shut up," Franky jokes and flashes that grin she always flashes when she's being naughty.

"Okay, come with me," I command grabbing her hand.

I lead her to the bathroom and open the door. This time I don't cover her eyes, I want her to see just how serious I am.

Franky's POV

When Bridget opens the door to her bathroom, there are red rose petals leading from the door all the way to the tub. The jacuzzi shaped tub is filled with water and bubbles and rose petals sit on top of the bubbles, the lights are out, and candles are lit. I can tell they are scented because the aroma fills the room and there's a bottle of champagne on the side of the tub and two flute glasses beside it. At this point tears fill my eyes again. For the first time in my entire life I feel it. That real love! That genuine love! That unconditional love. The kinda love I've always yearned for but never truly felt I received from anyone. Bridget Westfall was knocking down all my walls.

"What the fuck are you trying to do to me, Gidge?" I'm curious.

"Love you, Franky. If you'll let me," Bridget responds and walks over to me with tears in her eyes. "Let someone take care of you for a change, Franky. Let your wall down and allow yourself to be loved, baby." Gidget kisses my lips and I hold her as she does.

My heart literally bursts opens, and I get a warm feeling all over me inside and out. "So, is this what love feels like?" I break the kiss and asks.

"And then some," Bridget replies. She steps back and stares into my face as she touches my shirt. "Can I undress you?" I nod, at this point she can do anything she wants to do to me. "Do you still trust me?" Again, I just nod as my eyes scan the room appreciating all the effort, she has shown me thus far.

Bridget slowly removes my jacket and lets it drop to the floor. Then she kisses my exposed shoulder. I let out a slight breath as my body trembles. Her lips feel so soft and warm on my skin. She rubs her hands over my bared arms and starts kissing the arm with the tattoo. I just stand there staring at her anticipating her every move. Next, she eases down on her knees and starts raising my shirt.

She stops midway and looks back up at me. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes," I say.

She continues raising my shirt and I help her pull it over my head and off, then drop it on the floor. She kisses my stomach slowly on each side, now my pussy is throbbing and getting moist. She reaches one hand up and caresses one of breast through my bra.

"Ooohhh…Gidge," I moan lightly. I feel her trailing her tongue over the beginning part of my cherry blossom tattoo. "You wanna know where it stops?" I ask, referring to the tattoo that covers my entire ribs and hips.

"Can I?" she questions.

"Absolutely!"

Gidget kneels to the floor, she keeps her eyes on mine as she unfastens my pants and starts slowly easing them down. She stops briefly to bit at the center of my black lace panties.

"I can't wait to taste you," Gidget teases rubbing her hand over my clit, damned near sending over the edge.

My heart races and my breathing quicken, and we haven't even gotten to second base yet. Shit, either I have it bad, or Gidget is just that damn good. Either way this is driving me crazy. Gidget unties my shoes and raise my feet, then removes my boots and socks. Without warning she lifts my legs and removes my pants. Then she trails kisses up and down my cherry blossom tattoo all the way to the middle of my thigh, biting on my flesh once she gets close to my center. Instead of going for the clit, she moves over the other leg and kisses down my thigh, then back up to the center. My toes curl and my legs shake.

Bridget's POV

I can tell Franky is at her peak, right where I need her to be. Franky is hardcore and pretty much used to always being in control, it is my goal today to get her to relinquish some of that control and trust her life and love in someone else's hands…mine. I can feel her heart racing, I can feel her breathing quicken, and I feel the heat of her throbbing pussy through her laced panties that are so fucking sexy. Now with her standing before me completely naked with the exception of her jewelry, I stop kissing her legs, stand up and back away from her.

"I wanna get a good look at your entire body," I tell her.

"Some of it isn't pretty," Franky says.

I know she's referring to the scars that her tattoos haven't covered which I can clearly see. I walk over to her and touch one of the cigarettes burn scars right above her vagina, then kneel down to my knees and kiss it. "You're beautiful, baby, scars and all."

Franky rubs her hand through my hair, then lifts my face up to look at hers. "What the fuck did I do to deserve you?" she says as tears drip from her eyes.

Instead of responding and making her cry harder fucking up the mood. I ease back over to her center, I rub my hand over her panties, then slide them down to her feet. Her pussy hair is brunette just like the hair on her head. It is shaved into a small patch right above her clit, the rest of her pussy is hairless. I can see her pearl staring at me, giving me a clear invitation.

Franky's POV

Gidget finally finds my center and sucks my clit into her mouth, she holds it for a brief moment, driving me crazy.

"Aahhh," I moan softly.

Gidget releases my clit, then flicks her tongue around it, slow and gentle.

"Oooohhh…ssss…" I put my index knuckle inside my mouth and bite down on it so that scream building up won't escape.

"Let go, baby!" Gidget teases. "Moan for me!" She slips two fingers inside my wetness.

My entire body stiffens and all ten of my fucking toes curl. Gidget rotates sucking and licking my clit while finger fucking the shit outta me with two fingers.

"Gidget…shit!" I say through my finger.

Gidget spreads my legs wide with her free hand, then holds my arse spreading my cheeks open. She holds me in that position as her tongue slides inside my wetness, then comes back up to my clit, her tongue twirls circles around my clit, my entire body shakes like an earthquake. I am about to lose it. Just when I thought I could try and maintain it, Bridget sucks my clit back into her mouth, while still holding my arse cheeks open and slips three fingers inside me. I take my finger out of my mouth and grab the back of her head with both hands.

"Shit!" I yell out. "Gidget…shit…ooohhhh…shit! Fuck…you're…making…you're gonna…" I have lost all train of thought and vocabulary. In no time I come all over Gidget's face and hand. "Fuccckkkk!" I shriek. After releasing myself with what felt like the biggest orgasm I've ever had, I hold her head in place for a moment, I don't want her to stop.

She gets my drift and continues to softly lick my clit and replaces three fingers with one. Then she stops, removes her finger and draws a heart above my belly button in my pussy juices. She stands up and kisses me, causing me to taste myself. We both laugh when we break the kiss.

"D…damn!" I am still slightly out of breath. "Either I really needed that orgasm, or you are just that fucking good, Gidget shit."

"Probably a little bit of both, but more of the second statement," Gidget says laughing.

"Oh, really?" I ask pinching her breast nipples through her shirt. "I will get you back for that, believe it, Spunky," I playfully tease.

She bites her bottom lip and blush. "I'm counting on it. First let's get over here and enjoy this bath and champagne before the water gets cold and the champagne gets hot."

Bridget strips out of her clothes and climbs in the tub before me. I remove all my jewelry and climb in the tub after her. We both sit down with me in front of her and between her legs. She rubs her hand over my nipples as she kisses the nape of my neck.

"I have fallen so fucking hard for you, Franky Doyle," she admits.

I turn and look at her. "I'm falling fucking hard for you too, Bridget Westfall."