A/N

Firstly, many thanks to my wonderful reviewers, who don't just encourage me, they fill my ears with joy and laughter on occasion. That's not to mention the odd extremely risqué suggestion which makes me giggle, and alerts my all too active imagination to ever naughtier possible scenarios. Serves you all right if this chapter verges on the sooty, rather than smutty!

So,

Emily

Its been a week since Naomi and I shared that rather spectacular bed bound phone call, I woke the next morning with the sort of lovely ache my body had almost forgotten since college and Sarah's rather novel way of getting me to sleep. I got up and smiled at myself in the wall mirror. My face definitely had that just shagged look, even if the person who had given me that bone shaking orgasm was 5 miles away, locked on a landing with 20 other convicted criminals. Jesus, I thought, if she can have that effect on me at a distance, what the hell would an actual night with Naomi Campbell be like? My smile widened as my imagination ran riot with possibilities...

We've had several more late night conversations since, but as we have to be so careful, I have made her promise to ration the 'sex line' type to once every couple of days. Personally I would shag her night and day till my body gave out and my brain turned to muesli, but it wasn't going to happen short term, and we both knew that. When I caught her eye on the wing on Wednesday, she had that slight tinge of sadness in her bright blue eyes, and I felt a shit yet again for being the one who went home to a comfortable flat with bottles of wine and Galaxy in the fridge and a flat screen TV as big as a pool table. One of us was suffering, and it wasn't me.

I made a conscious effort to call her into my office several times, without giving the other cons reason to suspect anything other than my professional interest, but it was really hard not to see her, smell her and have her close to me without thinking about her naked and moaning underneath me. And it wasn't as if it was just the sex. I craved her eyes, her mouth and most of all, the soft way she spoke to me when we were alone, and could be ourselves. There was such a huge amount of love untapped inside Naomi Campbell, and I was desperate to bring it to the surface. Trouble was, I wasn't sure I could handle her if I did, so I did the usual Fitch trick of doing all the irrelevant things competently, whilst dying a bit inside every time I dropped my keys off at the gate and went home.

It was Saturday, and I was pulling an extra shift, because we were short of uniform staff on the wing. PO Phelps was off on a short holiday, and Glenda, the usual wing officer had go off at 5 to visit her sick mum or something. That made it easy for me to suggest to the Number One that I cover the wing for evening duties. After the usual screws had clocked off at 5, the cons were pretty much left to their own devices until 8pm landing lock-down. One TV room was soon full of squealing girls watching X Factor and the other room had its Strictly devotees, jammed in to the doors. With just me on duty, the other half dozen girls were either playing table tennis or reading alone in their cells. I suppose at least a couple were in the shower for some afternoon delight, but after I had left one shower cubicle red faced early in my career having surprised a couple of naked and very vocal ladies going at each other hammer and tongs, I learned to give the wash room a miss if I heard any obvious groans coming from the back!

So my thoughts turned to the library. I knew Barbara was again sick, and resting in cell. So my Naoms would be alone. Dare I risk another furtive meeting? Fuck it, I was tired of putting it off. With one last glance up and down the wing, making sure there were no stragglers, I walked briskly to the end of the corridor and quietly opened the door. My girl was at her desk, head bowed with a couple of OU text books open in front of her, a jotter with lines of indecipherable scribble laid to one side, and the inevitable Naomi Campbell mug of hot coffee stood steaming on the edge of the desk.

"One lump or two?" I whispered cheekily .

She jumped slightly, and kept her head down, but I noticed the delicious tinge of redness in her ears as she tried to keep her voice neutral.

"I know you like it well stirred Miss" she said, a hint of suppressed laughter in her tone

"Stirred, shaken and licked within an inch of my life" I said, this time laughing myself.

"If only" she said slowly, the melancholy in her voice immediately suppressing my attempt at humour.

"Soon honey"` I said "Look at me Naomi"

Her head lifted and I again swam in the bright blue oceans of her eyes. They told stories that I was only beginning to understand, and I ached for her all over again.

"I will fix this. I will find a way. Just trust me, OK?"

She nodded, but I knew the platitudes were only going to work for a short while. Getting her out of here was going to be a long job, and we both knew it.

"I thought you might give me an opinion on these" I said carefully. I saw her brow crinkle as she tried to work out what I was on about. I dropped my hands to my sides and began to draw up the sides of my skirt. I took my time, and by the time the hem was at the top of my thighs, I saw her nostrils flare and her blue eyes widen in amusement. I was wearing my very best Victoria Secret black hold ups with the lace edging and as I carried on raising the skirt to my waist, the matching expensively thin black lace cami knickers. I had debated for about half an hour before deciding on this outfit today. Under the standard dark grey knee length skirt, there was no clue whilst I worked my late shift, that such hidden treasures lay underneath.

She actually fucking growled as she sat there, and I saw the hunger flare in her eyes. She eyed me like a lion with an antelope.

"Don't you dare fucking move" she hissed, as she slid out from behind the desk and prowled towards me, her eyes fixed on my hands, holding the skirt up around my waist now.

"I don't intend to Naomi" I said, the lust in my own voice deepening my usual tone

"I might moan a bit though, is that OK?"

Again the growl. She closed on me and brushed her soft lips across mine. Not kissing, more marking her territory. I felt my knees tremble as she invaded my space. Again the brush of lips, but this time her tongue slipped across my bottom lip and away. I swayed with the sensory overload and almost overbalanced.

Her left hand came up behind my head and softly cupped me. I leaned forwards and we shared a soft and intense kiss, just enjoying the taste of each other. Soon it deepened, and her other hand ran fingernails up my arm and up under my chin. I trembled with the intensity of the lust powering through me like a pure amphetamine rush. Her hand left my chin and slipped down my body, owning it.

"Stay still" she ordered, and I loved the way she took control in moments like this

Her head dipped and she ran her pink tongue across my cream silk blouse, teasing my nipple out from my breast. I gasped then. It was electric. The small wet spot she left on the material surrounded my erect nipple darkly.

Not soon enough for me, I heard her knees hit the carpet, and she gazed up at me, as I stood there with my skirt pushed up high.

"This is for you, OK?" she breathed, and I nodded, my throat constricted with the heat she was generating in my stomach and below.

She looked at me then, right at my centre, and I knew, that even though we only had a few minutes at best, this would feel sensational. How could it not?

She blew a small jet of warm air at me, and the thin silk rippled. I jerked as if I had been shot, she knew exactly what the effect was on me.

"Fuck Naomi" I said through gritted teeth "Just do it, OK"

She grinned up at me, a sly look in her eyes

"Does the Governor want Naomi Campbell to lick her pussy then?" she said and the words had their desire effect.

"I may not be that kind of girl" she teased "Then again I may be..."

"Just fucking... just..." I managed before falling silent in the face of her teasing

"OK honey" she breathed, sending another gust of tantalising warm air against my throbbing clit "Let me make you scream"

And she did. She pulled the loose material to one side and I heard her breath catch as she smelt my desire and saw me naked there for the first time.

"No more teasing" she said, and this time her voice was almost reverent at what she was about to do.

She leaned forward, sliding her hands behind me, cupping my bum tightly in her warm hands. I felt her breath again, but before I could register another twitch of response, she ran her warm wet tongue up and down my folds sensuously and agonisingly slowly. I nearly collapsed then, and my hands dropped the skirt so that it enclosed her hands and mouth. She leaned back and pulled the material aside, I suppose wanting me to see as well as feel what she was about to do.

"Shhh" she whispered. "This is something I've wanted to do to you since we were 15"

And she started. Long slow licks, moaning herself as she tasted me, dipping her tongue deep inside and then out, all the time taking a second to circle my almost painfully hard clit. I lost it then. I grabbed two handfuls of her platinum hair and rammed my aching centre into her talented mouth. She gently sucked on my clit and blew air on it alternately, making me ache for release. We set up a pretty rapid rhythm, her sucking and licking, me bucking and grabbing handfuls of her hair. God knows how I stopped myself from howling like a wolf, the exquisite sensations were nearly too much to bear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I managed, unable to articulate any more than basic Anglo Saxon by then.

She was moaning with me,although she was muffled by the closeness of her mouth to my sex. I felt her reach up and delve inside me with a long enquiring finger. That was all it took. My back arched and I pulled her hair even more. Damn, it must have been painful, but she took it like a trooper. I spasmed once, twice, three times in quick succession, then again. This was an orgasm to rival anything I had ever experienced before. She carried on licking until I pushed instead of pulled her head, unable to stand the sensitivity there now. My clit ached in entirely pleasurable agony.

She looked up at me then, my excitement still wet on her lips, her eyes burning with suppressed need. I pulled her up by the arms, letting my skirt fall back over the fancy underwear. I kissed her hard and passionately, tasting my own climax on her warm and wet lips. I didn't care, I had never done that before, but then Naomi Campbell was making me do an awful lot of things I had never done before. When the kiss ended, I pulled away and went to run my own hands down her body, but she stopped me.

"No Emily" she said and I stared back at her, uncertain about her change of mood

"When you go down on me, I want it to be special, somewhere you and I will have time to finish what we started"

"So when you go down on me, its OK against the library door, but not good enough for you" I said far too harshly, and immediately regretted it when her eyes flashed a hurt look back at me

"Oh babe", I said quickly "That was a fucking stupid thing to say, I'm just disappointed I can't take care of you, the way you just have me"

Her eyes still looked wounded, but her words reassured me.

"I want that to be my special time, this time was for you" She said simply, and I had to accept her logic. There was little enough time for one of us to get off, two would be pushing the chances of getting caught very high indeed.

I pulled her close and kissed her with more compassion than passion. She relaxed into the kiss and stroked my hair gently, kissing my neck before whispering in my ear

"Tonight at 11, I expect you to give me some relief Emily Fitch"

I shuddered at the closeness of her lips even though it had only been seconds from my shattering orgasm.

"I promise next time will just be for you my angel" I said in a voice stoned with love

She nodded and moved to one side so I could adjust my skirt and try to make myself look like a Governor on her rounds instead of a woman who had just been licked into a frenzy by another girl.

We looked at each other for a long moment before she reluctantly moved back behind the desk. She had her back to me for a second, and I could see she was doing something with a gel pen, but by the time she turned round, her face was blank and emotionless.

I pulled open the door and turned for one last look at my love. Her eyes blazed at me with that blue glow I loved so much

"Just one thing Emily" she smiled cheekily, and I knew I was in for one of those Campbell last words she loved so much

"Go on" I said mock wearily and looked at her as she raised her middle finger to her lips

I read the word ; Y' written down the finger, and as I absorbed what she meant, she sucked the rigid finger slowly in and then out of her pretty mouth.

She showed me the wet finger, and smiled again

"Me, you and my middle finger have an appointment at 11, yeah?"

Jesus, my knees nearly went again as I walked wobbling from the library. Thank Christ there were no curious eyes on me. That girl is going to kill me with her sense of humour, I thought...

Next morning after she had kept her promise,and the phone lines between Larkwood and my mobile had burned hot into the night, I contemplated the problems we had. One, she was a convicted criminal. With nothing realistic to appeal on. Two, she had only been with us on Cat C a couple of weeks, so any chance of day work outside was unlikely. I had already gone out on a limb, giving her a library job, so any more favours would probably alert my boss to a potential problem relationship.

So what were the chances of getting her out for the day? Not good, I admitted to myself. But I was desperate to give her something to hang on to, something to look forward to apart from getting to go down on me up against the library door. I felt a bit ashamed for my selfishness in getting her to do that, but to be honest, I had` worked myself up into such anticipation by the time I walked in, my head was sending signals that my libido was ignoring.

I remembered she had told me about this friend Effy Stonem. Wasn't she a sort of fuck buddy Naomi had been close to on the outside? Maybe she could engineer some spurious family bereavement or something. I was empowered to issue Naomi with a day parole pass, as long as she was accompanied. Perhaps it was time to get some help from another source, I wondered...

Two days later, Naoms and I had got together a sketchy plan. It might not work, but it was worth a try .I was to meet this Effy Stonem on my day off and, after we put our heads together, come up with something that would get Naoms out on day licence, with yours truly as her official escort. What could possibly go wrong?

So there I was, sitting in my car in Victoria Square, Clifton, waiting for the mysterious Effy. Naomi had given me a run down on their previous friendship. Effy had been one of Naomi's earlier lovers, although she assured me that it was always on an occasional, loose end type of arrangement. The sort of arrangement where if they both lucked out when out on the hunt, as Naomi charmingly put it, it would result in some mutual girl/girl loving after the clubs closed, not spoken about in the morning or until they both needed each others 'services' again. She had also told me that Effy was primarily hetero, but viewed sex with either gender as a normal bodily function that required regular attention, rather like cutting your nails or ex foliating. It sounded a pretty cold blooded arrangement to me, but what the actual fuck, since when was I an expert on relationships?

Anyway, I was sitting in my car, early evening, waiting for the said Miss Stonem to arrive. Clifton is nice, a sort of Greenwich Village of Bristol, all bistros, quirky shops and restaurants, so I was pretty cool about hanging about there. It wasn't as if it was St Paul's, with those nice burnt out cars and quaint fridge shaped garden furniture...

As I daydreamed, someone appeared at the side window and tapped on the glass. I jumped a bit, but sent the window down with a smooth electric purr (Did I mention how I love my Gti? Oh I did, sorry!)

She certainly wasn't what I was expecting. From Naomi's description, I thought she would be a lot harder faced. This girl was tall, willowy and dressed in a flimsy blue chiffon type dress which certainly didn't disguise the fact that she was braless, and possibly pant less too. Topping off the outfit were a pair of DM's with orange knee socks. Wallflower material she wasn't. Her face was as impressive as the rest of her and as she smiled and flashed her huge eyes at me I found myself shamelessly checking her out. As she climbed in the car on the passenger side I caught a glimpse of her long legs and just a nanosecond confirmation that she was indeed knickerless. I felt my face go warm as she smiled an enigmatic smile at my clumsy leching, but it was a smile of almost weary acceptance, rather than annoyance. I managed to avert my eyes as her small tits bounced prettily as she pulled over the seat belt. Jesus Emily, I thought to myself, checking out your girlfriends fuck buddy on first meeting is possibly a little out of order?

Luckily she spent the next five minutes looking out of the side window, tapping her finger on her smooth bare knee (stop it Ems) as my monster speakers blasted some Arcade Fire into her ears. I went to turn it down, but her look as I did so made me turn it back up. Well check one for Effy for taste, I thought.

We` arrived at the small Italian restaurant she had picked for our 'conference' and I was again seriously impressed when we sat down as she had a long and animated conversation with the waiter in Italian. Fuck me, bi lingual and bisexual, what more could a girl want? Again I gave myself a mental slap round the head for perving on this strange ethereal girl with the 'who gives a fuck' attitude.

Gnocchi with spinach, washed down with an ice cold white, followed by a delicious Penne with a rich tomato sauce made for a conversation piece and I found myself opening up to her way more than I had intended. By the time we got to the Tiramasu, I was getting very mellow and the wine was loosening my tongue, especially when the waiters came over with some complimentary Grappa, which burned my throat but left a warm glow in my stomach which stayed with me for an age.

"So" Effy said quietly when the hovering waiter had had enough of looking at our tits "How are we going to get the beautiful Naomi out of that fucking shit hole"

Part of me bristled at that. I had worked very hard to make sure my wing at least wasn't anything resembling Styal or Holloway. They really were shit holes. But I guess to anyone who had never encountered either, prison was prison.

"Look Effy" I said, leaning closer so the diners opposite couldn't hear "I'll do whatever I can to help her. After all, I fucking love her" I almost choked on my words as I realised that this was the first time I had ever admitted it to anyone other than Naomi,

Effy raised a quizzical eyebrow and her smile widened "I really hope so" she said "If you break her heart, I'll hunt you down like a dog" Despite her smile, I got the message loud and clear

"OK, Effy, what's the story between you two. I mean, she's told me some stuff, but..."

"You want details?"` she smirked "Well, there was that spin the bottle party where some random had a huge stash of MDMA which blew us all into the Bristol Channel. Although I think maybe me and Naoms agreeing to do a demo 69 for the straight girls wasn't the best idea. Things got out of hand a bit after that"

I spluttered on my Grappa so much the waiter came over with another carafe of water.

"Fucks sake Effy" I choked "WAY too much detail, huh?"

She smirked again and I realised she had been stringing me along maybe just a bit.

"Oh" she grinned, "and there was that time with the Duracells"

"Fuck off" I laughed. That girl doesn't need batteries, her tongue works on nuclear fuel rods"

This time Effy choked on her grape spirit, and the carafe of water got another caning.

We left the restaurant without making much progress on the plan front, but at least were sort of friends. I liked her. She was open, honest and completely outrageous, and it was very hard to dislike someone who patently didn't give a fuck about what people thought.

So when she invited me in for coffee at her apartment in Victoria Square. I thought, why not

What could possible go wrong?

Well what could go wrong between them?

Answers on a postcard please. No, not really, The next chapter will be up by the weekend, fear not (hello, is anyone actually listening?)

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