Vera was having a great day. Mrs Davidson was personally escorting Birdsworth to visit her dying brother and as Deputy Governor, she would automatically be in charge until they returned. She put on her uniform and her hair in the usual bun but today was far from normal. The women and staff were going to know who was in charge. She allowed herself a wry smile in the mirror. Life was wonderful.
In addition to this, she had the added pleasure of knowing that the Visiting Justice would be calling today. Obviously, Mrs Davidson had overlooked this detail when promising Birdsworth a special favour. Hardly surprising, mused Vera, for a someone who spent more time pandering to the women than performing her actual governing duties. Never mind, she thought, she would see to it and do a better job. Hopefully the VJ would be Mr Goodwin again rather than his more lenient counterpart. She had requested for some pastries and tea for their meeting later, hoping that these might assist her efforts to climb the leadership ladder.
Unfortunately, the rest of the staff were still present today. Gregg, Jean and Meg were all outside laughing as usual. They were always making her feel left out, whispering together and arranging things after work. Well, there would be none of that today. She was the boss now, at least until this afternoon.
Jean Vernon apprehended her at reception with a new proposal. She was never very interested in what this newly qualified do-gooder had to say. Some of the privileges that the prisoners were privy to at the moment were laughable. No wonder they were always coming back. Jean explained that she was looking to improve the literacy skills of some of the inmates and thought they could perform some clerical work in the office, under her guidance. Small things at first, she said, like writing menus or addresses on envelopes. Obviously, nothing confidential but enough to give them a sense of responsibility and achievement. Bettering their chances on the outside
Naturally Vera thought it was a waste of time but agreed for now. These schemes usually lasted a day or two and ended in a riot, or worse. Let them have enough rope to hang themselves, even if only figuratively, she thought.
Miss Vernon skipped off in her usual eager way, even her bouncy hair was enthusiastically annoying. Again, Vera smirked to herself thinking of how, over time, Jean's passion and good intentions would be worn away as she got to know how hopeless these animals were. A little giggle even escaped her, luckily for Jean who had called her 'Fuhrer' under her breath.
Vera smoothed her hair and uniform and entered the office, all set for the best day ever. Her bubble was burst as soon as she entered to find Franky Doyle sitting in the governor's chair. She had her feet up on the desk and was licking a cream doughnut suggestively. Running her tongue up and down the middle of it.
"G'day Vera" said Franky, not altering her stance at all, in fact putting her tongue deeper into the cake in order to lick out the filling. She raised her eyebrows lasciviously as Vera looked at her in disgust.
"Lovely spread you've put on for me". Franky continued. She stopped leaning back on the chair's two back legs and sat forward.
"So, it's you doing this work scheme is it?" said Vera
"Yup, that's right, Miss Vernon said we might to need debrief first" said Doyle getting up and standing in front of Vera, her head tilted back. 'Sounds good to me".
"Get your mind out of the gutter Doyle, she just means that I am to tell you what to do and you are to follow orders, understand?"
"Spoilsport" said Franky as Vera carried on talking
"I also have the VJ arriving in a short while, and these cakes". She went to swipe the doughnut out of the inmate's hand but missed "are for his tea and not for the likes of you".
"BJ?" said Franky, with feigned shock "jeez you're a dark horse Vera, lucky Fella".
"It's the Visiting Justice as well you know" Vera answered. "and he will be here later so until then you can write out the address for the visiting orders and just stay out of my way" and with that she handed over a pile of envelopes and orders to the still smirking Doyle.
After this initial silliness was over, Vera was surprised to see that it all went quite smoothly. She kept looking at Doyle as she worked. Vera had always found her a mystifying woman, nowhere near as big as Monica or Bea but still strong and solid. Her dirty blond quiff hanging down, covering part of her face as she slowly wrote the words that meant nothing to her. Her neck and arms were toned and tanned from her occasional work outside. She wasn't what Vera would call an attractive woman. More like a fascinating young man, until she opened her mouth anyway. She smoked cigarette after cigarette whilst she worked, her tongue just showing in concentration. Vera wondered what else that tongue could do. She was aware of Franky's reputation among the other prisoners and had heard her name being cried in the throw of passion all over the prison at night so what was it about her? She was still staring when Doyle' voice brought her back to reality.
"See somethin' ya like sweetie?" Vera realised she had been staring at her. She was looking right at Vera and there was no looking away,
"C'mere" said Doyle and somehow Vera found herself getting up and walking toward this woman She was meant to be in charge of the prison and yet she as not even in control of herself right now "What is it love?" said Franky "you wondering what it would be like, a bit of Franky Panky?"
"Of course not Doyle, don't be so revolting", her face flushed and her voice quivered, not convincing either of them.
Franky stood up, stubbed her cigarette out and put her hands inside the back of Veras blazer.
"How's longs it been Vera?" she asked, "Since someone took care of ya?"
With one movement from outside her blouse, Franky had the officer's bra undone. One hand then cupped Vera's waiting breast while the other grabbed her arse and pulled her towards her. "However long it's been darlin', you never had it as good as this before".
With this, Vera surrendered, and their lips touched. Doyle's tongue invaded Vera's mouth and she ground her pelvis into her thigh, her own cunt flooding. Vera responded by submitting completely and melted into her, reciprocating the kisses and exploring Franky's mouth and neck with her own tongue.
Just as things were getting hotter there was a buzz from the intercom and reception announced that the VJ had arrived. Vera gasped, this time in horror. What the fuck was she going to do?. If Franky left through the same door, it would be more than obvious what had been going on. Her career would be over. There was only one thing for it. Franky would have to be concealed until after the VJ had left.
"Under the desk!" said Vera
"You're the boss " Franky answered, winking.
Vera settled herself, patting her hair and straightening her uniform. Her cunt was wet, and her knickers were soaked through but there was no need for this to be a problem. It was time for business. Franky would have to wait. She answered to say, "come in".
Meg Jackson showed the VJ in. Vera was pleased to see that it was Mr Goodwin. They shared the same views on punishment and reform. Obviously having Doyle within earshot of the discussion was not ideal but what choice did she have?
Vera welcomed Mr Goodwin in on behalf the of the facility and referred to Meg and the rest as 'her staff'. She said they would be discussing a new inmate, Barbara Davidson, adding "of course, Mrs Davidson will have told you that she is her niece".
Under the desk, Franky could hear how high and mighty Vera was acting, talking down to Miss Jackson, who, for a screw, was alright, She seemed to be stirring up a lot of shit for Davo too. Franky decided to have some fun with this one. She was directly in front of Vera's legs so it was not hard to gently open them wider and nudge the underwear (starched of course) to one side. Either Vera did not notice that she was doing this, or she did not care.
She slowly worked a finger inside the deputy's sex and then went to work sliding it in and out slowly whilst listening for the reaction.
Vera was trying to hold it together but seemed somewhat distracted. Mr Goodwin was trying the talk to her about the way Davidson had been possibly treated preferentially but Vera was fidgeting about and finding it hard to speak and when she did, she forgot what she was saying. She had already spilled the milk twice. Mr Goodwin had already inquired if something was the matter, but she insisted she was perfectly fine thank you.
Under the desk, Vera's wet cunt was now on full display to Franky. She opened Vera wider and pushed her tongue into the silken slit and licked and sucked at her clit. Vera reached for the tray at this exact moment and had just offered the VJ a vanilla slice, when her orgasm hit her in a earthshattering climax that made her drop the tray and collapse on the desk.
The VJ left the room to get help, and Vera had enough time to gather her wits. She was sat upright again when he came back with Meg. They were both assured that everything was fine, but Mr Goodwin insisted that clearly Miss Bennett was not quite ready or well enough to take on these extra responsibilities, probably due to the recent death of her mother. He left having postponed the meeting until Mrs Davidson's return.
When they were alone again, Franky appeared from under the desk, a filthy grin plastered all over her wet face. she was laughing hard.
"Well, that seemed to go quite well I thought", she said stretching her arms "I always imagined these meetings would be quite boring, but you came good in the end!"
Your really are disgusting Doyle 'said Vera
"Yeah, but you love it don't cha darlin?" said Doyle grabbing a hand full of tit and another cake on her way out.