A/N

Hi all. Glad to see at least some of you are still reading. Its a labour of love really, so even if one person other than me likes it, that's OK, I will still post chapters until I run out of new ideas (I heard that resigned groan...) So there!

This chapter is mainly from Naomi's POV, but I may, if my fingers still work, post a little Emily follow up chapter, just because I have time today, and I know how I love to read an extra long chapter from one of my favourite authors...

I've pretty much given up trying to explain the writing on Naomi's finger because the formatting on here seems determined to erase all letters other than the Y, but I am sure you will all be aware of whose name was on it! Lol.

Anyway, big shout out to TillyHo, Macrocosm, . , marsupial1974,, Omni-Obiter and Tanner 12 for reviewing my story. Thanks guys, it means a lot.

So...

Naomi

Life has settled down quite a bit in Her Majesties Hotel Larkwood recently. OK, I haven't had the opportunity to get any meaningful 'me' time with Emily in the past week, but after her visit to Effy, which thank God didn't involve her succumbing to my one time fuck buddies insatiable libido, we have the semblance of a plan. I resisted one thing for a couple of days, but to be honest, Emily has such an influence on me now, I find that instead of doing my usual ice queen impression when things don't go according to 'project Naomi', I sit down with her and talk about it, and she finds a way to make me understand and do what she says. Bitch! So I agreed to send a letter to my long suffering mum. She will be dancing round the kitchen as we speak, with my letter in her hand, if I know her, and the postman is doing his job.

My sweet little stalker Ellie has found a new playmate. A new transfer from Holloway called Dalisay (she's Filipino) who looks about 12, but apparently is at the back end of a 9 year sentence for drug smuggling. How she managed to secrete about 20 bags of high quality Charlie inside her is a mystery, but she obviously has hidden depths... Ellie is smitten, and judging by the moans and shrieks coming from her room most nights, the two of them are busy smuggling tongues and fingers on a regular basis. I did laugh thought, when the girl told me her name meant pure in Tagalog... That's a whole rewrite of the Oxford Dictionary description of THAT word!

Anyway. Effy came up to see me on Saturday, looking as usual, like a wet dream come to life. Most of the gay cons and a good percentage of the screws looked like they needed a change of underwear imminently when she sashayed in wearing a very short sheer cream silk dress, obviously (and inevitably with Effy) sans bra. Her nipples were like targets when she bounced over to my table and most eyes in the room followed them like heat seeking missiles. Quite a few boyfriends and a couple of girlfriends got slaps round the head as they swivelled to watch her progress.

Of course, she made a big show of French kissing me hello, and if I hadn't been permanently high on Emily Fitch nowadays, I would have joined the queue for new knickers. It was pleasant, but really just for show. I thanked Christ I had pre warned Emily about Effy's usual over the top greetings, so even if she did review the cctv footage, it wouldn't be too much of a nasty shock to her system.

We had a really good talk, and I apologised about 50 times for freezing her out over the past year or so. Effy, of course, waved away my feeble attempts at diplomacy. She was never one for small talk, so we spent the hour developing the plan for my day release and catching up on what and who was happening in the outside world. Apparently, Cook was one of Johnny Whites right hand men now, and even if he had got a severe beating for losing a weeks worth of dealers gear in the boot of the car I was 'driving', it obviously hadn't dented his long term career prospects with the king of Bristols underworld. Panda and Thomas were still in the States and looked like staying there. Effy had only once seen JJ since our college days, so she had no news on him except he was still a geek, albeit with a live in partner and child. JJ and I had never been close, so I didn't ask any more.

Effy was all praise for Emily, so I basked in the positive glow I got from my best friends approval for my new 'girlfriend' Being Effy, of course, she wanted chapter and verse about our pitifully few sexual encounters, but I glossed over it, not wanting this thing of ours to be categorised by shagging alone. Dammit, I loved her, and I saw the surprise in Effy's face as I flat out admitted as much.

"Fuck me Campbell" she said, that enigmatic grin on her face as always "The ice queen melts. I never thought..."

"Fuck off, Eff " I grinned, embarrassed to fuck "Me and Emily...we're special, right?"

After a second, the grin faded and she held my hand in her small one, looking right into my eyes. The old Stonem hypnosis almost had me for a second, but she tightened her grip as I made to pull away.

"No" she said, suddenly serious "Its cool, really. I just..." she hunted for the words, another Effy first " want you to be sure about this. You aren't used to like, letting your guard down with anyone. Let alone one of the Feds" she grinned, and I flipped her off.

"I'm sure" I said, laughing out loud for the first time in an ice age, it seemed " Naomi Campbell shagging a member of the establishment. My mum will die of embarrassment. Cities have crumbled and civilisations collapsed for less"

We giggled companionably for a moment before returning to the important things we needed to talk about. Not that Emily wasn't important, but time was getting shorter. A bit like Effy's dresses...

So, Effy was going to do some detective work, digging around, with the help of one of Emily's contacts in the CPS. I was hopefully going on a days compassionate leave to my mums house, supposedly to visit my dying bed bound father. (Yeah, I know. My mum hasn't seen the little shit for 24 years, but as Effy said, it's about time he performed one decent act for his flesh and blood, even if he knew fuck all about it.)

We parted with another pseudo erotic kiss, and I couldn't resist a giggle as Effy cupped my jean clad arse in both hands and rocked our hips together suggestively. If Emily DID watch the monitor recordings afterwards, she would NOT be a happy bunny. My wicked side smirked a bit, which was mean, I know. Let's just say I haven't had a complete personality change, despite the best efforts of my little red head.

Back in my room, I laid on the bed and daydreamed for a bit. Emily was off this weekend, so I knew she would be ringing tonight, maybe a nap now would make it easier to stay awake for her midnight call. My appetite was suppressed after the excitement of Effy's visit, so I made myself a cinnamon hot chocolate and after sipping it, drifted off into a light doze.

Bristol. 4 years earlier

My elbows were sore from resting on the scummy mirror bar in front of me. It was almost midnight, and fucking Cook was nowhere to be seen. We were supposed to meet at 10, but he was way beyond late. I had nursed this JD and Coke for half an hour now, and as my pockets were pretty much empty, if he didn't turn up soon, I would go home sober and completely fed up. The club was only half full, and the lame DJ was blasting our ears with some techno shit for the umpteenth time tonight. A few girls had given me the eye so far, but to be honest, I couldn't be fucking bothered. At least one of them, a willowy student type with a blonde pony tail (does anyone seriously go out with a pony tail for Christ's sake?) seemed vaguely familiar. Oh yeah, Sarah, wasn't it. Junior Miss Lesbian Track Star 2009 indeed. I remembered another anonymous bar months ago, lots of raw tequila and a frantic against the toilet wall fuck while others waited to use the stall. I grinned inside as I remembered her total embarrassment as we opened the door afterwards. I was, of course, completely unfazed and uninterested in the bitchy lezza comments from the queue. She was obviously mortified, and almost ran out to her waiting friends, lip gloss smeared across her pretty face and her jeans still half buttoned. I walked past them as I left to get another drink. They stared at me as if I had kidnapped her. Fucks sake, she had practically dragged me in there after we had spent the previous 20 minutes eye fucking each other on the dance floor. Now she was getting a severe case of the 'lesbian, who me?, syndrome'

Right, I thought. When my hand was in her knickers and her mouth was whispering the "Oh Gods", and "please baby, deeper, faster" she wasn't quite so reluctant. Fuck her then and fuck her now. She was patently checking me out, but I avoided her gaze. Not that I was averse to the odd upright fuck, but I was in a real strop about Cook's no show, so it wasn't a goer, at least not here, now.

As I sipped the last half inch of my JD, and swivelled on the manky bar stool, ready to get the fuck out of this losers paradise, my ears were assaulted by Cook in full glowing stereo, about a fucking inch from my left ear.

"NAOMIKINS!" he yelled, and I physically flinched at his total fucking inability to use the volume knob.

"Fuck's sake Cook" I blasted at him, rubbing my probably permanently damaged right ear. "Late, ugly and too fucking LOUD" I roared. I followed this up with a hard push to his chest with both hands. This fucker had no concept at all of personal space.

He grinned, totally unabashed at my reaction. Then I noticed he wasn't alone. Under each arm was a girl. To his left a really tall statuesque South Asian girl of about 20, with long shiny black hair down past her waist and a sullen look on her face. I didn't like her on sight, and met her frown with one of my own. At least she had the grace to dip her eyes as I glared at her. Not my type at all, I thought as Cook introduced her as Mandy.

The other girl, however was very much my type. About 19, 5'3, same dark hair as the girl on the other side of Cook, obviously also Asian, but very light skinned. Her features were fine and petite, just like her. I noticed that her body was a bit boyish for my taste, but her broad smile at being introduced to me was infectious, and I found myself smiling back before I even registered her name.

"Naomi, Allie, Allie, Naomi. Right, that's the fucking introductions done. Naoms, Allie is apparently a muff muncher like you, so you'll have to let me look after Mandy all on my own tonight. Sorry mate!"

With that he left me with the two girls while he yelled at the bar girl for eight shots of tequila. I rolled my eyes, just to keep my hand in, but secretly I was quite pleased. Despite his fucking mental attitude to life in general, and his utter inability to understand that I would never, ever in the history of the world, let him fuck me, he had an unerring skill at spotting potential shag partners for both of us. Allie was studying me with dark brown liquid eyes, and I wondered how much he had told her about me before getting here.

"Err" I muttered, conscious of the dark looks I was simultaneously getting from Allies friend as I concentrated on my chosen prey "Not seen you in here before"

Nice one Naoms, I thought bitterly, why don't you just come out and say "Do you come here often?". Fucking epic fail mate.

She didn't seem to notice my temporary loss of coherence, and smiled up at me.

"We're flight crew. On an overnight stop on the way back to Singapore. Cook met us in the airport bar and we got chatting"

Yeah, I thought dismissively, Cook specialises in chat. For about 30 seconds before he wants to waggle his willy in your direction. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that in depth conversation. Cook is to subtlety what Simon Cowell is to hipsters.

"Right" I said feigning interest. My mind was already running permutations along the lines of 'Me big lezza, you tiny muff muncher. Ditch Cook and Amazonian sulk monster, find bed. Horizontal you, several orgasms'.

Just then the tequilas slammed on the bar and we were off. Two each, followed by Cook's manic wolf howl. Two more and the shit music being pounded out was suddenly not as shit. Two more followed by a trip to the toilets where the Cook supplied tab of E and line of Charlie on the tiled shelf at the back of the stall ended all resistance. We danced. Well Allie and I briefly danced before falling into each other and basically dry fucked for five minutes. Cook dispensed with all traces of subtlety instantly and carried out a protracted cavity search on Mandy which she wouldn't have got at Bristol Airport. Finally, even the tolerant bouncers got fed up of separating him from his mobile finger receptacle and moved us on. Effy had arrived by then, with a little redhead with freckles and spectacular tits. Oh, I thought, Effy's having a bi night. Shame I missed it. We had shared some spectacular moments on her four poster on the odd occasion she wasn't worshipping the old pork sword. Which was most nights, to be honest.

The six of us moved on to another bar, but the E's and coke were kicking in big time, so it was inevitable we would end up back at Effy's flat. Libido's were out and proud that night.

By the time we all tumbled into Effy's bedroom, all bets were off. I am not a big fan of exhibitionism, but I only had eyes for my little Asian hottie, and she was quite obviously wearing far too many clothes for my liking. I dumped her on the four poster, watching her little tits bounce prettily as she collapsed onto her back, the short skirt riding up to show a very small pink thong covering the place I wanted to spend the night exploring. Watching her with eyes hot with lust, I stripped my top over my head, watching her eyes light up as my purple bra came into view. I unclipped it and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. Her big eyes crawled over my tits and I wanted her hands to follow them. My jeans slid to the floor too, and the girl boxers I usually wore joined them in double quick time. I vaguely remembering hearing Mandy moan somewhere in the room, but a small piece of my brain retained enough sense not to look at what what was happening. Effy had disappeared into the lounge with her little ginger fuck bunny. I was pretty sure that Eff's tongue would be adding its magic to proceedings very soon. Not to mention her collection of, ummm, sexual aids. I had personal experience of Eff's preference for oversized strap ons, so it was highly likely her freckle faced baby would be getting some of that treatment in short order.

But I was more interested in the girl who was awkwardly stripping off her clothes whilst trying to keep her eyes on my personal attributes. I took pity on her drunken flailing and offered my assistance. Soon we were both naked and having some quality kissyface time. Her mouth was lush and responsive. Our tongues collided beautifully and with her tits pressed to mine and her knee rubbing me very energetically between my legs, I was soon enjoying the hell out of this Oriental shag toy. I licked her, she came, she licked me, I came. We briefly took a breather side by side, trying to block out the moans coming from the other side of the thankfully semi dark bedroom. Cook was obviously getting Mandy used to his caveman technique, because her moans weren't the sort I had just produced with Allie. They sounded to me like the sounds women make when they are actually thinking that the bedroom ceiling needs a new coat of emulsion. Not that Cook usually cared anyway. Five minutes hide the finger, a quick insertion and he was off. Or so Effy had told me. Personally, I had no wish whatsoever to find out.

Despite the faintly off-putting sounds coming from a few feet away, Allie and I were ready for round two. I remember flipping her onto her back and having to stop quickly because the room swirled round me like a ride on a fairground waltzer. The E's must have been mucho strong because it had been a couple of hours now and the rush was still happening. Usually I am fine after then, just the old Campbell libido is on overdrive, the rest I can control, but this stuff was epic. I made a mental note to get Cook to deal me a couple of dozen for future nights.

After the room stabilised, I knelt carefully over my dark skinned lover. Pushing her legs open wide I dipped my head and began to enjoy her exotic taste all over again. She got the message instantly and bucking up to meet my tongue, she slid her hands round my hips and pushed her face up, extending her tongue to tease and dip into me. We settled into a happy rhythm. Licking and moaning into each other. I vaguely registered the bedroom door opening and hearing a brief whispered conversation. But I was busy, alright?

So when the bed dipped behind me, I guessed it was Effy, fresh from driving ginger into the heights of ecstasy, eager to carry on the excesses. It wouldn't have been the first time she had joined me with a new lover. Trust me, with her tongue and her impressive collection of battery powered toys, she certainly knew how to make the party go with a swing. I felt fingertips stroke my side and grinned, even as I deepened my exploration of Allies sex. Then something hard and bulbous pushed against my folds, and I braced myself for Effy to push inside me. Oh fuck, I thought. I hope its not that fucking huge black strap on. The only time she had ever used that on me before, I swear to God it went so deep I could fucking taste it...

Even with Allies frantic licking and my own excitement at having my mouth over her, something just didn't feel right. The dildo was too smooth, too flexible. My fuddled brain kept saying, its OK, just go with it, but my instinct told me to question what was happening. Too late. Just as I lifted my head and said "What the fuck" I felt the whole thing slide right inside me. I felt the unmistakeable brush of flesh on my bum, but not the smooth, silky feel of Effy's thighs, but the rough, hairy body of a man. And in an instant I knew just who that man was. I reared up and screamed at him "Cook, what the fuck are you... NO!"

His hands then gripped my hips like a vice and I felt him start to jack hammer away at me. I roared out my anger at him, almost hysterical. "Get the fuck OUT of me Cook, you animal!"

He took no notice of course, determinedly pounding away at me, his strong hands pulling me back on to his cock. The girl underneath me tried to wiggle free of us, but we got tangled, me desperate to get this fucker out of my body, her desperate to escape whatever was happening above her. Just when I though, with a mind swirling with dark desolate despair that I was going to have to let this bastard come in me, I saw light at the bedroom door and the next thing was a dull, wet thump and Cook was falling away from me, his erection slapping against his stomach as he collapsed onto his back on the bed. I sprang up with pure murder in my mind. The only time I had ever had a cock in me was when I was 16, and the (mercifully short) experience had put me off for life. Never in a million years would I have let James Cook put that fucking baby lighthouse in me willingly, and I had only one thing in mind, to kill him as he lay there.

It was Effy who stopped me. She grabbed me round the waist, dropping the brass figure she had used to knock him unconscious and despite my frantic attempts to escape, finally her soothing words and iron grip stopped me from immediate homicide.

Finally she let me go, making sure she was between me and him. He still laid, flat on his back, a large and darkening bump appearing over his left eye, where Effy had cracked him a good one. I ran to the bathroom then. I vaguely remember seeing Allie gathering up her clothes and running for the lounge. Where the fuck Mandy was, I had no idea. Once in Effy's en suite I turned on the power shower and stood under the water for five minutes, soaping myself over and over, desperate to get the stink and the sensation of that cunt off my body. Finally I stepped out and, without drying myself, threw Effy's clean white fluffy dressing gown over my wet body. I was suddenly, shockingly sober. All traces of the alcohol and drugs seemed to have left my system. Numbness was all I felt. I looked at myself in the mock stage dressing room mirror, seeing a white face, eyes big with shock. I shook with sudden coldness, and pulled the towelling tighter around me. Glancing at the glass shelf, I saw something which I had never noticed before. Effy was into period chic, and on the shelf were two items. A Victorian shaving bowl and brush, never used but decorative, and hanging on a chrome and china stand, something else. A cut throat razor, black onyx handle gleaming in the bright whiteness of the room. I picked it from its stand and flipped the blade free. It gleamed wickedly at me. Six or seven inched of cold scalpel sharp Sheffield steel.

Slipping it into my pocket, I went back into the bedroom. Allie and Mandy had gone. Rape probably wasn't on their to-do overnight stay list, I thought grimly as I crossed the soft carpet to the four poster. Effy came back into the room as I reached the side of the bed Cook was lying on, still flat out. She had obviously trailed a sheet over him, because the cause of my hatred was covered. He was just groggily coming round. Eyes rolling, her tried to focus on us standing there.

"Wh...what the fuck blondie?" he stuttered "Just a bit of fun yeah?"

He licked his lips and groaned as the bump on his head must have kicked in a pulse of pain. I smiled at the thought of how shit he must be feeling, and he made the mistake of thinking my smile was for him

"Just a bit of fun" he repeated thickly, lifting his hand to trace the purple bump that was still growing over his eye. "You know I've always wanted to fuck you babes, and that Mandy was shit. Like fucking a blow up doll"

He tried a weak 'cheeky boy' grin and that did it

Effy was mentally onto me in a flash, but she was too late. I flipped over the sheet covering him and grabbed his semi hard cock with my left hand. His smile broadened as his addled mind must have been telling him he had got away with it

"Way to go blondie" he grinned, then winced at the movement "Might be a few minutes until I can do round two, but I'm up for it if you are" His eyebrows waggled suggestively, despite the bump.

Unbelievably, I could feel that hated object stiffening in my hand. Jesus, he would literally fuck anything any time, I thought. Even concussion doesn't stop him. My other hand slid out of the dressing gown pocket and I saw Effy's eyes widen as she saw the gleam of the blade.

In a second, I had slid the hard steel edge under his cock, just where it met his shaven balls. I saw his face change then. A mixture of surprise, disbelief and then pure naked fear.

"W..Whoah, Naomi baby" he hissed, his body pushing back into the soft mattress. "No fucking way sweetheart"

As he moved his hand across to try to grab my wrist, I pressed lightly on the handle and his hand fell back onto the cotton covers.

"OK, OK", he gasped "It's alright, I won't move Naoms, Chillax?"

I stared at him, icy calm settling over me. I could see Effy beside me in my peripheral vision, frozen in indecision for once in her entire life.

"Don't EVER call me babes, Naoms or sweetheart again, get it?" I grated in a voice as cold as the steel pressed against his crown jewels.

"Y...Yeah" he stuttered "Whatever you say b... I mean Naomi" I could see the cold sweat on his brow beading, despite the warmth of the room.

"You never actually listen, do you Cook?" I said, my voice hoarse with alcohol and stress.

"When I say I don't like cock. That's a fact, right?"

He nodded quickly, eyes searching mine for any sign of weakening in my resolve

"And I especially don't want this" I pushed upwards, the blade as close as you can get to breaking the skin without actually puncturing it "near me ever again, get it Cook?" Again the nervous nod

"And just so you remember what I'm saying, you fucking rapist bastard" I hissed at him with real venom "This is a reminder"

I saw his eyes widen in utter fear as I moved my hand. The stupidly sharp edge needed just the barest of pressure and that's what I gave it. A thin crimson line an inch or so long appeared just at the point where his cock met his balls and instantly bright red blood spurted out onto my wrist. Not deep enough to sever anything, but I knew in a moment, before I moved my hand away and he leapt from the bed with a feral howl, clutching his genitals in both hands, that he wouldn't be using his prick on anyone for a week or so at least.

The next few minutes passed like a strange dream. Effy gave me one of those long enigmatic stares before leading Cook into the bathroom. After a few minutes they came out, Him in another white robe, the front edge stained brown with blood, his eyes furious and hateful as they stared at me. She had obviously patched him up enough to get him to hospital for some hopefully painful stitches, and I stood there, razor hanging limply from my hand, my eyes staring blankly back at him.

"You fucking crazy dyke bitch" he growled. "I'll see you in the ground for this"

Effy grabbed him by the gown lapels and pushed her face right into his. His eyes left mine and stared into hers

"No you won't Cook" she said in a voice low with anger "Because if you touch one hair on her head, rapist" She paused for effect "I will personally see that Mr J White, gangster of this parish, finishes the job our Naoms started tonight...get it?"

He blinked at her in disbelief. Effy never got excited about anything, or at least anything that didn't involve an orgasm. It was so far out of his comfort zone, he had nothing to say in answer.

"Get it Cook?" she said again, pulling him even closer to her face

He didn't answer, but his doubtful nod was enough

"Now we'd better get you to a nice staff nurse in the hospital, so she can stop your balls falling out of the nice pocket Naomi has stitched for you" she said slowly

I called a taxi for them and then sat on the bed for two hours until Effy came home, alone thank God.

She didn't say much. Took the razor from my nerveless fingers where it had stayed all the time she had been away. Took off my dressing gown. Stripped off her clothes and after pulling the quilt over us, spooned into my back. I cried for an hour until I drifted off in her arms.

Larkwood Prison

I woke with a start, the memory of that night still sharp in my mind. Amazingly enough, Cook forgave me. Well, he seemed to. After a couple of weeks of stilted conversations and guarded looks, we didn't even need Effy to run interference for us. Things would never quite be the same again, and now and then I would catch him looking at me in a strange way when he thought I wasn't looking. But life went on pretty much as before. Of course, he was out of action for almost a month afterwards. The stitches gave way when some overenthusiastic random was blowing him outside a club and after she had run shrieking to the bouncers with blood on her chin, he gave in and allowed the wound to heal properly. But Cook was Cook and soon enough the Cookie Monster was back on the prowl. We never hunted together after that of course. That would have been too weird, I guess. But me and Effy made just as good a team. With the fringe benefits that if we struck out, we had each other to entertain...

I got up and made another drink. The memories had stirred something in me, I don't know what, but I felt unsettled for the first time since Emily and I had hooked up.

I shook myself out of it and looked out of my window. I could just see the lighting gantries of the M5 in the distance. Emily would be with my mum now, getting stories straight for the days parole. I cupped my mug in both hands and smiled a secret smile. Things could only get better, right?

A/N

Hope you were OK with that guys. It was always in my mind to get to this point. Hope things will make sense more now. More angst and plot twists to come. Not to mention lots of mouth watering smut. Most of it involving our favourite girls... or will it hehe...

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