A/N

Well thanks to my wonderful reviewers, I am energised enough to post a reasonably quick update. I have been in Krakow for a long weekend (more like a week really) so updating has been awkward. Sharing a room with a (very) curious female colleague has been difficult. My little net book, which is all I can take given Ryanairs ridiculous baggage allowances (I hate you Mr O Leary!) is hard enough to type on at the best of times, but with a middle aged overweight woman breathing over my shoulder as I try to put in words the pre and post orgasmic thoughts of Naomi and Emily...it was err... frustrating.

Anyway, now on the ancient desktop I am glad I kept alive at home, I am back and trying to unravel the thoughts and daydreams I had abroad. If some of the sightseers at Wawel Castle had been able to see into my head.. I was definitely NOT thinking about 14th century architecture :) So enough babble Nancy, on with the plot.

Naomi

After my somewhat 'stimulating' dream last night, and those two brief conversations with Emily Fitch, I woke a little groggy and confused in my single bed. The sheet was tightly wound round me and the pillow still damp from my crying jag. I also felt tender between my legs, OK, it wasn't the most unpleasant feeling tbh, but the confident, teasing way I had dealt with my Wing Governor was gone. If only she knew how uncertain and fragile I really was. Cultivating a hard and sarcastic exterior was my only weapon in here, and three and a half years hones that shell to shiny, metallic hardness. To the staff and cons I was fuck off Campbell, stony eyed, sarcastic to the point of rudeness and with no discernible weaknesses. Ho fucking ho, I thought. If they could have seen me last night. First giving myself a good seeing to over a woman I didn't know, and had only physically touched once in the dim distant past, then crying like a first night virgin in a harem. I mentally prepared myself, as the unmistakeable sounds of a prison waking up grew in volume outside my door.

I opened the window, hoping to remove any traces of my recent sexual activity, dragged on my trackies and tee then took a deep breath before stepping out onto the landing. The usual queue for the wash room snaked away from me and I braced myself for the normal chaos and idle chatter. There were only a few sneaky glances my way from curious cons. Curiosity is frowned on in here. Friendships take months or years to mature. Suspicion is everywhere, so I kept my head down and waited patiently for my turn at the shower.

After I had overstayed my time under the mercifully hot and needle hard water jets, I felt a bit more like myself. Returning to my 'room' I dressed quickly in clean underwear and a tight white tee and jeans, then pulled on my red Converse and sat on my bed, deciding whether I could face the prisons morning haute cuisine. Shaking my head at the stale smell of bacon frying from the dining room on the ground floor, I settled for coffee and some Garibaldi biscuits I had brought with me from Styal. My own favourite brand of Brazilian coffee, hot strong and sugary, pepped me up no end, so when a tentative knock came at the door, I stood and opened it quickly.

There was a small, fair haired girl standing there. Very pretty in a gamin, elfish way. Force of habit drove me to check out her tits. In my other life, when I was prowling nightclubs with Cook, deciding who he and I would shag tonight, (Oh, don't get me wrong, not together, I hasten to add. Threesomes with Cook would be vomit inducing) she would have definitely been on my radar. A nice body. Skinny but with quite big tits, and a smile that lit up my cell. Fuck me, I thought. I would have had you for breakfast, lunch and dinner back in the day, and come back for seconds.

Her smile wavered slightly as she saw me blatantly checking her out, but it stayed on her face, just. I allowed myself one last glance at those impressive tits before dragging my eyes up again to meet hers. Jesus, Campbell, I mentally slapped myself around the head, one night with your favourite middle finger and the old libido is back in overdrive. I forced a tight smile and waited for her to speak.

"Hi" she said in a quiet voice "Its Naomi, isn't it?"

I nodded, waiting for the sales pitch.

"I'm Ellie, I'm in 410, next door but one"

"And?" I said, never one to make life easy for anyone I met for the first time

She blinked at that, but to her credit, carried on

"Ermm, I do the girls hair in here. I have a sort of half arsed salon downstairs. The screws let me keep my hand in, seeings as I was a stylist outside"

"Do I look like I need a fucking blow dry?" I growled, getting tired of being polite for its own sake.

She smiled a tiny, genuine smile, despite my hostility, and spoke again, this time with more certainty, and a trace of defiance

"Actually, you do" she grinned " You look like microwaved shit to be honest"

As my eyes narrowed and I started to move closer, with every intention of throwing her out physically if need be, she stood her ground

I'll give her 10 out of 10 for cojones, I was 6 inches taller than her, and a good 15 kilos heavier, but she stood firm.

Her head tipped up as I invaded her personal space, and I grinned despite myself at her lack of fear. She looked me in the eyes and spoke directly.

"Look, most girls who get here have shitty hair. Its all about where you've come from, nothing personal"

She reached up and ran her fingers through my shoulder length brown hair, tutting at the split ends and general run down condition.

"I think you would look stunning as a platinum blonde" she said, almost to herself "It would suit you, don't you think?"

I didn't think, I fucking knew. Back in the day, my bottle blonde tresses and sarky chat up lines had lured many a straight girl into a little experimenting. If I had a pound for every time some pissed up hetero random had allowed me to separate her from the herd like a lion selecting a kill and submit to some serious girl on girl love against the wall of some anonymous club, I wouldn't need prison wages, I would be minted. I should have been on commission from Victories Secret, the number of thongs I ruined most weekends.

But actually, this little hottie was giving me an idea. I hadn't been blonde since I got arrested. Gradually my hair had reverted to its natural brown, and I had allowed myself to fade with the dye into a more anonymous, less vibrant me.

Fuck it. She was cute, and I deserved a treat, especially as Miss fucking Fitch seemed immune to my charm, such as it is.

I still towered over the girl, but she wasn't backing away, and those tits certainly were mouth watering. I risked another perv, and this time her eyes followed mine down between us until we were like mirror images, muff monkeys united in admiration for the delights of the female form.

I saw her lips twitch, and she looked back up at me with more than a trace of heat.

"If you'd just let me do you, I'm sure you'd be happy with the result" She smirked shamelessly

I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud at the deliberate double entendre.

"I'm sure I would be putty in your hands" I sniggered. This was actually fun. I hadn't flirted in ages. Fucking Governor Fitch was hard work compared to this fun bunny.

"OK, how about after morning work? Say 11.30. Its the room at the end of the block, just behind the cleaners cupboard"

I nodded, still smiling at her cheeky persistence. "What's it gonna cost me then Ellie?"

"Oh, I'm sure we could work that out later" she grinned "After all we are neighbours, and when the screws go off at ten, who knows what could happen after lights out"

I swallowed hard at her blatant come on and we did a bit more eye fucking before she left and I had the room to myself again.

I sat on my bed and mulled over what had just happened. Things were certainly looking up. The girl I had mooned and sulked over for months after that brief but intense kiss had turned out to be my personal Governor, and now this cute love bunny was giving me the most outrageous come on possible. If I couldn't get my hands into Emily Fitches knickers, I think Ellies would be the self lowering type. This place was definitely more fun than Styal!

An hour later, 'breakfast' over with, I was sitting on one of the 6 chairs placed along the wall outside the governors office. The big station clock on the opposite wall said 9.56 and I waited impatiently for our 'clear the air talk' After all, I now had an appointment with a dead cert at 11.30, didn't I?

I heard her before I saw her. Expensive black heels clicked quickly on the shiny floor as she tripped delicately along the wing towards her office. I noticed her face was a little flushed, but I put that down to her being a little late. She didn't glance my way as she unlocked her office door, and let it close firmly behind her. I was still sitting there at 10 past, and to be honest, was just getting to the 'fuck this, I'm off' stage, when the door opened and she beckoned me inside.

As I entered, she had her back to me, and it wasn't until I was sitting opposite her that I noticed. Her eyes were red rimmed, and she had definitely been crying. I wasn't expecting that. So just stared at her like a fucking loon, with my mouth open. Way to go, Campbell, the village idiot look is so attractive, I scolded myself, shutting my mouth with an audible slap.

Suddenly my appointment with the clitoral hairdresser didn't seem so urgent. What was making 'Miss Professional of the Year 2012' so unhappy that she had brought it to work, I thought.

"Right Naomi" Emily said in a voice that screamed unhappy "We need to sort this out before you get hurt"

Fat chance, I thought. I don't do hurt. I dish it out.

"First, any personal communication between us, apart from the facts of your imprisonment and the plan for your early release are definitely out of bounds. Do we understand each other?"

I stared at her stonily, not giving any sign that I agreed or disagreed.

"Secondly, the fact that we shared a.".. and she hunted for the right words "moment as teenagers, is not relevant to the present situation"

I am your Senior Care Officer, and as such, I have to remain reasonably impersonal. Its not that I don't like you Naomi, but we definitely have to have boundaries. And teasing me about a momentary episode in the dim distant past is not the type of conversation I want to be having with an inmate, clear?"

I flinched at the 'inmate' label. I thought that was the point of this place, no more pigeon holes?

"Fine" I said through gritted teeth. "That suits me fine Miss Fitch"

"I said it's Emily in this office" she said, her face softening a little

"No thanks" I said in a level voice "Miss Fitch suits me better, Governor"

She nodded and shuffled some papers on her desk. I looked at her hands as they idly rearranged files and then I saw it. The pale band of skin on her ring finger. Fuck me, she's taken off her engagement ring, I thought. So that's what the red eyes are all about.

She saw me looking, but ducked her head and avoided my eyes.

"That will be all Naomi" she said to her blotter. "Oh, and I've arranged for you to work in the library, assisting Barbara, who is due for release in two weeks"

"That will give you the chance, after morning work, to carry on with your OU studies, and after Barbara is discharged, you will carry on her library duties"

To be honest, I wasn't expecting that plum job, especially as I had only just arrived. Library jobs are like fucking gold dust in here. I would be about as popular as a fart in a spacesuit with my fellow cons for getting that job straight off the bus.

So she was blanking me, but giving me a job it usually takes years to get. Fucking woman, I couldn't work her out. I stared at the top of her head, drinking in the sight of those lustrous red waves, but still stinging for her coldness towards me.

I stood after a couple more seconds, the silence in the room was oppressive. But being me, I just had to have the last word.

"Oh, Miss Finch" I said "Who do I need to speak to about a change in appearance

She looked up then, and even with the red rims, her dark eyes were pretty fucking amazing

"What change of appearance?" she said quietly

"Permission to have my hair coloured?" I said

"What colour?" she said even more quietly, and I knew she knew, even before I opened my mouth

"Platinum blonde Miss" I smiled ruthlessly at her discomfort "It used to suit me before"

I saw her throat move as she swallowed and knew I had scored a bullseye. We were both remembering a warm summer night, a garden and a kiss that set the world on fire.

"Permission granted Naomi" she said finally, but I heard the catch in her voice, it was small comfort, but I hung on to it as I left the office.

Two hours later, and with the very pleasant memory of Ellie taking some spectacular physical liberties when washing my hair, before dying and cutting it into a very accurate copy of my old style. Shoulder length, gently curling round my face and shiny platinum blonde. I liked what I saw in the mirror, and so did Ellie. I practically had to fight her off before I left the 'salon' and went back to my room.

By five, after tea, I was standing on the landing, leaning over to watch the ground floor world go by. Screws and cons weaved around each other, like ants going about their busy little lives oblivious to each other. I felt her before I saw her. The door to the Wing Office opened and Emily emerged. I knew she would look up, and she did. Just in time to see Ellie sidle up beside me and place a proprietary arm around my waist and lean her small head against my arm. Those big tits were pressing very pleasantly against the bare skin of my upper arm, and I knew if I wanted it, some serious girl loving was on offer.

I couldn't resist it. With one eye on Emily's upturned face, I slid my own arm around Ellies waist and whispered "I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight" into her ear. She giggled deliciously, and squeezed me harder.

Emily held my eyes for a long second, then bowed her pretty head and almost ran along the corridor to the exit door.

I felt a real pang of regret, and made to untangle myself from my new conquest, but Ellie was stronger than she looked.

"I don't think I can wait" she growled sexily "I know a place, come on"

As the outer door clanged shut with Emily the other side of it, I gave in to my rumbling libido and allowed Ellie to lead me away...

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