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Apart from Zoe and some of the guards, the only other woman she’d had sex with in Remy Hadley was Rachel. Roselyn had taken care of con Rachel Bilson, keeping her away from one of the rougher girls – and turning down Rachel when the grateful girl had offered to be hers for the duration (“I’ve already got someone,” she’d told her); she’d even kept an eye out when Rachel and Alex, one of the newer guards, had developed a little relationship.
But as often as Rachel had offered her body to Roselyn, and as sometimes as she had taken up the offer, she prided herself on how she had never once tasted the girl’s snatch – Roselyn had seen the look in Alex’s eyes when he passed Rachel at work in the prison laundry, and she didn’t want to take her from him. (Rachel had gone down on HER, of course, but it wasn’t like both she and Alex had the same things down there.)
Alicia knew about Rachel and Roselyn, but she also knew that Roselyn’s hands were exploring her with a passion that showed she hadn’t gotten what she really wanted from anyone in here. Opening her shirt, Alicia thrust Roselyn’s head onto the exposed breasts and felt the prisoner’s mouth clamping onto one of them, the tongue sliding around the nipple before Roselyn began to suck and kiss it, the hand that wasn’t fondling the other greedily thrusting into Alicia’s pants. She spread her fingers into her babymama’s plush, soaking pussy, the tips slipping between Alicia’s cuntlips as her mouth enjoyed the milksacks.
“Hey, save some for Joshua…!” Alicia laughed, pretending she was concerned.
“Ah, there’s plenty here,” Roselyn said in between kisses as she used the other hand to push Alicia’s breasts a little closer together, licking them both. Alicia’s concern was going from her milk to between her thighs, anyway, as Roselyn’s fingers ran through her tunnel of love; she’d used her hands a lot these past six months, but nothing beat the externals…
Ironically, though Roselyn and Alicia were doing the least of the three couples they were making the most noise; Kim Cattrall, the guard who’d accompanied Alicia once she arrived, was no stranger to overhearing couples in the throes of passion - but she had rarely been lefting holding the baby as much as this case. Literally.
Joshua, though a good little boy, couldn’t keep from playing with her badge as she sat with him on his lap, her eyes focused more on the door from behind which the “Oh yes, yes, YES!!!” “You’re making me so wet, Popi!” and so on came. (Kim was wishing they’d hurry up – she didn’t mind having babes on her lap, but they had to be naked and 17 at the very least. Being toilet-trained was an optional extra IF they were hot enough.) Her concentration, despite the badge-playing, was only broken when she felt a tiny hand grab her left breast and tweak it. Starting early, apparently.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” she said wryly, removing Joshua’s hand.  Once it was away from her body she instinctively reached to her left pants pocket – before she remembered. No smoking in the visitors’ section.
Yet again, she wished Alicia Keys had left the tot with relatives like she usually did – why did she have to bring Joshua along today? At least he wasn’t leaving her any body-waste souvenirs…
Kim’s ears pricked up. There was nothing coming out of that room now; that could only mean one thing. An instant later, a glowing and grinning Alicia, her shirt not quite buttoned, stepped out.

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“Thanks for watching Joshua for me,” she smiled as she lifted the boy away from Kim. “I didn’t want him in there while I was… you know.”
“Not a problem!” Kim lied, relieved to have Joshua back in his mother’s arms thanks to the guard having no maternal instincts whatsoever.
Alicia rejoined Roselyn, the latter’s eyes focused right on her son; this was the first time she had seen him since she’d been here. Alicia had sent her pictures galore, but until now having him closeup had been a no-no – not because of Alicia, but because of Roselyn.
As she scooped her beloved son into her arms, she was glad she had waited.
“He must’ve known today’s a special day,” Alicia told her. “Just before we left he said his first word.”
Roselyn gaped, and her eyes lit up. “Ahhh! He DID? What was it?”
Alicia looked a little embarrassed. “It was… um…”
“Oh come on, it can’t have been that bad.”
“It was… ‘boobs.’”
Roselyn laughed. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, my little man,” she said merrily, dandling Joshua.
Mother and son coo-cooed and gurgled, as Roselyn cradled him to her chest and gazed at Alicia tenderly before looking back down at the child; she had not wanted to see him until now because of her promise. She’d promised herself – and made Alicia promise – that Joshua would only get to see her in prison once.
Because the next time after that, she’d be free.
* * * * * * * * * *
Such was the progressive nature of Remy Hadley that it even had a pair of treadmills, which Blake Lively and Jennifer Lawrence were currently on. Kristen Stewart, for her part, was busy with the weights – she could heft a lot for someone so slim.
Also punching above her weight, as it were, was Sarah Shahi on the bench next to her. The little dark-haired beauty and habitual thief, drug dealer and killer had arrived in Remy Hadley last week, and had quickly ingratiated herself with most of the ladies in her block. Not least Kristen.
 “Too bad about the game,” Sarah told her gym-mate as she shoved the bar up, seeing the guard eyeing how her arms were accentuating her breasts when he wasn’t studying Blake and Jennifer running in place, asses twitching in their shorts.
“You saw it?” Kristen asked.
“Nah, I had other things to do. Had to get used to this place.”
“How come you got transferred? Too hot to handle?”

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“Me? I’m a pussycat,” Sarah replied, watching the blonde and the redhead, boobs bouncing in perfect harmony.
“Fatass there is palling around with Leggy’s friends,” Kristen said bitterly. “I saw them chatting at lunch.”
“The San Fran Eight? Is that a fact,” said the dusky woman, watching Blake with renewed interest.
* * * * * * * * *
For some reason, Remy Hadley’s tool shop always sounded like someone was drilling something. The high, piercing whine of a drill was never absent for very long. The shop was perhaps the busiest place in the prison that didn’t involve food or the occasional bout of fresh air. In fact, the place ran hot, no doubt from the machinery, and most of the prisoners worked in their tank tops and pants - though occasionally one or two would opt for less than that.
This all suited Greg Sarge just fine. A harried man in his early 30s, Greg was the officer in charge of the machine shop, and there was nothing he liked more than seeing the prisoners under his care wearing less and less clothing. Married, with three kids between the ages of 7 and 1, Greg was the classic example of a man who missed his golden years. In college, Greg had been able to land girls with impunity, and had actually engaged in no less than three separate three-ways before he graduated, all with him as the only male, and one with the woman who would be his wife - though he hadn’t been dating her at the time.
Now, Greg’s wife essentially ignored his sexual needs. It had literally been 21 months and nine days since Greg had last felt pussy wrapped around his manhood, and that had resulted in the birth of his third daughter - which wasn’t good, since Greg’s wife had always insisted she only wanted one child. He’d offered to get a vasectomy, but his wife didn’t want to sleep with “half a man,” as she put it. So instead, Greg was left with no company but his hand and his wife was apparently satisfied with just going to sleep.
But Greg loved his wife. Dearly. She was his soul mate, and he would never cheat on her. And so, when he landed a job at the notoriously slutty Remy Hadley prison, two children ago, Greg had promised his wife he’d never, ever, EVER have sex with any of the prisoners. And for the last 5 years, he’d held that promise, despite some truly gorgeous women propositioning him - and some not-so-gorgeous ones threatening him. Every other guard in the place thought he was a fool, but Greg Sarge had remained faithful to his wife.
Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t look. And that’s exactly what he did. Every chance he got.
“Greg, where’s the three-and-a-quarter inch drill?” young Jane Levy asked walking up to Sarge in just her prison pants and a tank-top that was easily a size too small for the already tiny girl. Her 22-year-old tits - no bra helping to keep them perky here - were stretching the thin cotton fabric nicely, and once more, Greg debated asking for the air conditioning to be pumped up in the show - except then the girls would have no reason to be walking around wearing so little.
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shop. Greg’s eyes weren’t the only ones following the short redhead as she wiggled her shapely behind with every step. It was quite clear Jaime Pressly had more than a bit of desire for the young girl, and she visibly licked her lips as Jane walked past where Jaime was sanding a freshly adjusted chair for the cafeteria. Jane frowned and moved a little quicker.
Greg would have to watch out for that pair - Jaime couldn’t be counted on to not just try and rape the girl right there in the shop with everyone watching. And Greg was so horny, he’d be tempted to let the murderous bank robber have her way with the redhead until he at least got off from watching.
Suddenly, Greg’s view was blocked by an impressive set of tits wrapped in a tank top that was so tight, it might as well have been see-through, for two very erect nipples were pointing out towards him. Greg openly stared at them for a moment before glancing up, not at all surprised to find Megan Fox looking down at him, expectantly.
“Well?” she asked.
“I can’t,” Greg said. “It could cost me my job.”
“Only if they find out,” Megan said softly. “And you and I both know they won’t.”
“Megan, I just can’t-”
“It’s okay, Greg,” Megan said, leaning over, showing off more of her oh-so-distracting cleavage. God, why couldn’t Greg’s wife have tits like those? Even if only for a night. They looked so juicy, so bouncy, so fun!
“Greg?” Megan asked again, breaking into his reverie.
“Yes?”
“What’s it going to take?” Megan asked. “I know you think I’m hot - if you want, I’m more than happy to go into the storage room with you. And I won’t even bargain with you - I’ll offer up all three holes.”
Greg whimpered. It’d been so long since he’d had a blowjob, and he’d NEVER actually fucked an ass with anything but his finger.
“I can’t, Megan. I love my wife.”
“She doesn’t have to know.”
“I can’t - I swore I’d never fuck a prisoner, and I won’t break that vow.”
Megan actually smiled at that. It wasn’t often she found a guy willing to keep vows instead of getting into her pants. It was refreshing.
“Well, there must be SOME way for me to convince you. What about a handy?”
“Not even a handy.”

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Megan thought for a moment. “What if I just got naked, and you handled your own business?”
Greg considered that. His wife had walked in on him masturbating a number of times, especially in the last year, and hadn’t seemed at all concerned - though never turned on enough to join in. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t had shower duties while at RH, seeing all the various girls naked and dripping wet. He’d certainly added those images to his personal spank bank and used them from time to time.
Megan could see him waffling and decided to up the ante a little. “What if I let you watch me do another prisoner?” she offered.
“W-what?” Greg asked. Despite having been involved in threesomes personally, Greg still found the sight of two women having sex as the single most erotic thing in the world. Just the thought of Megan going down on another woman was enough to tent his uniform pants. If he’d been standing up, Megan would’ve known he had him there and then.
“Okay, you’ve got a deal - BUT I get to pick the girl.”
“Okay,” Megan said, cursing inside. She’d hoped Greg would wait here until Megan could go find Hayden or Emma or Roselyn. Heck, maybe even Blake would’ve submitted if she’d known how important Greg’s help would be to the escape. Now Megan was going to have to seduce-
“Olivia,” Greg said, his voice barely a whisper as he looked across the room at Olivia Wilde. Olivia was wiping sweat from her brow as she fought with a wrench in what appeared to be some kind of pump. The act left a small streak of grease just above her eyebrows, but if the gorgeous prisoner felt it, she didn’t seem to care. To Megan, it only made her that much hotter.
“Let me get this straight - you want me to seduce Olivia there, take her into the storage room, fuck her brains out while you watch and jack off, and then you’ll make sure I can get at the tools I need later?”
 “I’ll even make sure the battery packs are fully charged,” Greg said, his eyes locked on Olivia’s - not that Megan noticed, as her own eyes were focused on the beautiful brunette as she turned around and bent over to grab something in the cupboard behind her. Both Greg and Megan felt their jaws go slack when the thong Olivia wore surfaced from beneath her prison pants.
Megan smiled wolfishly. “You got yourself a deal, Mister.”
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Olivia Wilde could barely concentrate on making license plates - it was a rather mindless task anyway, one of the reasons it was usually handled by prisoners with nothing better to do. Usually, Olivia let her mind wander, thinking thoughts of freedom, revenge, or sex, her three most-desired wishes in order of importance. But today was different. Today, she wanted nothing more than to get one of the infamous San Fran 8 into a quiet corner, just the two of them alone, where Olivia would demand to know what they knew about Rhona Mitra.
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legendary group of bank robbers mention Rhona’s name in passing, and ever since, Olivia had known she had to get to know that pack of alleged murderers and cutthroats.
Of course, doing so was easier said than done in a place like Remy Hadley. Sure, she could’ve just walked up to any one of them and started talking, but then every guard and prisoner in the place would know what was going on within thirty minutes - Olivia might not have been in Remy Hadley itself for long, but she’d done enough prison time to know gossip spread faster than fire in a place like this. And while Olivia didn’t think she’d ever hear Rhona Mitra’s name again, she didn’t for one second believe Rhona didn’t have someone in Remy Hadley keeping an eye on her.
Still, she had to know what the SF8 knew, and that meant approaching one of them some time when they were relatively alone. Meal time was out, as was any outside time - too many eyes around. But right now, the shop was thin with other convicts, and there were two of the bank robbers right here - Jaime and Megan.
Olivia ruled out Jaime at once - she’d once watched as the blonde had forced herself on Daniela Hantuchova just for asking Jaime to pass a towel in the showers. Olivia didn’t want to run the risk of getting her ass beat, so she looked towards Megan Fox instead. The sexy, tattooed car thief seemed far more warm and approachable than Jaime, though she wasn’t exactly cuddly, either. While not the bully Jaime was, Megan had certainly held her own any time anyone had tried to pick a fight with her.
Still, it wasn’t like Olivia had many other choices, and she was trying to think of a casual way to approach Megan when quite suddenly, there she was, hovering next to her as Olivia pressed yet another license plate.
“I need you,” Megan said. “In the back room.”
“Excuse me?” Olivia said, surprised.
“I need you,” Megan said, actually pulling Olivia up. “You and I are going to go into the back room, and we’re going to have sex.”
“We are?” Olivia asked, surprised at how forward this car thief was being.
“We are, and Greg over there is going to come and watch,” Megan continued, pulling Olivia towards that back room.
“Wait a minute, I don’t-” Olivia started to protest, but Megan cut her off.
“Listen, I’m willing to give you anything you want, but I really need your help right now. I promise, you just have to stand there and I’ll get you off. He won’t touch you - or me - and he should be good by the time you cum.”
Olivia tried to stop and gather her thoughts, but Megan pushed her through the door and was on her a moment later. Her hands grabbed at Olivia’s breasts through her tank-top, and Megan’s lips were all over the other prisoner’s neck. Generally more inclined to enjoy men more than women, Olivia was surprised at just how quickly she started moaning.

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“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait, wait-”
“No waiting,” Megan said, reaching down and stripping Olivia’s tank-top up over her head, exposing Miss Wilde’s bare chest.
“Wow, you guys move fast,” Greg said, sliding into the room behind them.
“Shut up and watch, Greg, or the deal’s off,” Megan shot over her shoulder.
“Deal?” Olivia asked, clearly having missed something important.
“Hush, you,” Megan said, kissing Olivia on the lips once before dropping her mouth down onto one of Olivia’s nipples. Olivia swooned again. Megan had some serious oral skills, and they were all being focused on one nipple! Olivia was having a hard time not just succumbing to Megan and letting the tattooed girl have her way.
But Olivia was too smart to just give in to her lusts - no matter how much she wanted to. Not without at least trying to find out what was going on.
“Wait, wait-” she said, pushing Megan off her chest, and immediately regretting it, as the wonderful sensation of Megan’s tongue on her nipple vanished with it.
“Don’t tell me you only like boys,” Megan said. “Or that I’m not your type.”
“Oh, you’re my type,” Olivia said. “You’re so sexy, I’d strangle a mountain ox to get into your panties.”
“Well, there’s no mountain ox here for you to strangle, so how about you lose them pants and we give Greg her the show of a lifetime?”
“But - but why?!”
“I made him a promise, and you get the benefits,” Megan said. “Why, do I need to make a deal with you beyond getting you off?”
“Yes!” Olivia said at once. “When this is done, you tell me everything you and your friends know about Rhona Mitra.”
“Rhona?” Megan asked, surprised. “How do you-”
“Hey, Megan?” Greg interrupted. “If you’re stopping now, I gotta call it off. I barely got my dick out, and-”
“Fine, fine!” Megan said, exasperated. She turned to Olivia and looked her right in her dreamy eyes. “Here’s the deal. We fuck now, and when we’re done, we’ll talk about Rhona - but you’re answering my questions, too.”
“Deal,” Olivia said, reaching forward and pulling Megan’s head to her own, sealing the deal with a kiss. To get all her questions answered, Olivia would’ve let Megan and all her bank robber friends gangbang her with every guard in Remy Hadley watching. Getting fucked by Megan while one dude beat off in the corner was a bargain.

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Megan broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, undoing Olivia’s pants as she went. The girl knew what she was doing, that was for sure, Before Olivia’s trousers hit the concrete, Megan’s mouth was over Olivia’s panty-covered slit, making the other prisoner moan in unexpected delight.
Olivia dropped her hands to Megan’s head, and held the other girl there, loving the sensation. Olivia did indeed generally prefer men, but she’d been in prison a while now, and Megan was far from her first girl. Still, the car thief knew her way around the outside of a pussy as well as she knew her way around a stick shift, because Olivia was already starting to hum.
There was a grunt across the room, and Olivia looked up to see Greg, his eyes locked on the nearly-naked Olivia receiving oral pleasure from the rather-clothed Megan, his dick in hand, stroking away like mad.
“He’s really not going to touch us?” Olivia asked, not sure why she was so concerned.
“Not one bit, right Greg?” Megan asked, removing her mouth from Olivia’s crotch just long enough to speak.
“R-r-right,” Greg stammered. “Megs - take your pants off, please?!”
Megan blinked, and realized she was still mostly dressed. She pulled back from Olivia and started stripping. She put no effort into being sexy, she just took off her tank-top and pants, then stepped out of her prison-issue panties, and suddenly the tattooed sex goddess was naked in front of Olivia, making the other girl drool. God, this woman was HOT. And Olivia got to fuck her AND get some answers? There was only one thing missing from this whole scenario.
“Why are you so worried about him?” Megan asked, running a finger over one of her own erect nipples. Megan’s tits were huge compared to Olivia’s rather flat chest, and the other girl was having trouble prying her eyes off them.
“I- I just, you know, ah…” Olivia stammered as Megan stepped closer, pressing her naked body right up against Olivia’s. Wilde thought for sure her skin was going to burn right off from the heat Megan was throwing off. Not that she cared.
A sly smile suddenly crossed Megan’s face. “I know what you need. You’re a cock girl, and you’re thinking you need something hard to get you off.”
Olivia’s eyes flashed in warning. Was Megan suggesting what she thought she was suggesting?
“Uh, Megs-” Greg started to protest, but Megan was already moving. She spun Olivia around by the shoulders and pressed her up against an unused work bench. Another push followed, this time at the center of Olivia’s neck, and suddenly the panty-clad Miss Wilde was bent over at the waist, her ass sticking out towards Megan and Greg.
“Oh!” Was all Olivia had time to shout before Megan reached past her. Grabbing a loose screwdriver by the business end, Megan paused only long enough to such the handle into her mouth once - that act alone nearly set Greg off - before plunging the phallic object into Olivia from behind.

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“Ahhhh! FUCK!” Olivia exclaimed, more from the shot of pleasure blasting through her cunt than from the shock of having the improvised dildo start fucking her. And fucking her was exactly what Megan was doing, shoving the screwdriver in backwards over and over again, each thrust making Olivia see sparks.
“I know it’s not a cock,” Megan hissed in her ear as she continued to take her from behind. “But it seems to be doing the trick.”
“Fuck yes! Fuck me, Megan! Fuck my hot little hole with your screwdriver!” It was, perhaps, the dirtiest thing Olivia Wilde had ever said to another girl.
“Oh, fuck!” Greg gasped, clearly enjoying the show. His hand was whipping up and down his cock now like crazy, faster even than Megan was fucking. Suddenly for Olivia, the idea that she was being watched while Megan was defiling her from behind was even hotter than the act itself. Olivia felt an uncontrollable burst building up inside her, and she knew that she couldn’t stop it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Olivia moaned. Megan reacted at once by placing a spare finger onto Olivia’s engorged clit. That was all it took. With a wordless hiss, Olivia’s knees buckled, and orgasm collapsed her brain. She fell to the floor, the work bench the only thing keeping her from hitting her head. Somewhere, she heard something crashing, but she felt no pain - only blissful pleasure. For a long moment, all Olivia could see was bright lights and swirling colors, but those quickly cleared, revealing Megan standing over her, still naked.
“You okay?” Megan asked.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Olivia purred. “Wow, that was hot.”
“Tell that to Greg,” Megan said, jerking a thumb over towards the guard, who was on the floor, wet pants around his ankles as he tried to get back up from a pile of tools he’d backed into when his own orgasm hit.
“What about you?” Olivia asked.
“Oh, I got what I wanted. Isn’t that right, Greg?”
“That’s right,” Greg said. “Wow, that was hot.”
“Not what I meant, but okay,” Olivia said as Megan helped her up.
“Come on, get dressed, and we’ll go talk about Rhona. And maybe then you can repay the favor somewhere a little more comfortable. If you’re into comfort, that is,” Megan added with a wink.
* * * * * * * * *
The guards had deposited Emma back in Warden Winslet’s office and were on their way out when a voice called out.
“Warden? You got a moment?” Maggie Q asked, sliding in behind Emma.
“What is it, Quigley?” Kate asked. “You can see I‘m a little busy here, right?”

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“You said you wanted the reports from the last week’s night shift employees right away,” Maggie said. “Here they are.”
“Paperwork,” Kate muttered. “It’ll be the death of me, Quigley.” Ignoring Emma, Kate took the papers and moved to her desk, actually placing the pile of reports right over the key card Emma needed. Silently, the safe cracker cursed. This wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
“Sorry, ma’am, but you know the state regs,” Maggie said, eying Emma suspiciously. “Second time today, ma’am?”
“Huh?” Kate asked, looking over the papers Maggie had handed her. “Oh, Emma. Yes. Well, it’s been a stressful day, what with all the paperwork.”
“Sorry to add to it then, ma’am,” Maggie said. “If there’s anything I can do to help out…”
“There is!” Emma said, seizing on a half-brained idea before she could let it slip by.
Both prison officials looked at Emma.
“You have something in mind, Miss Roberts?” Kate asked sternly.
“Well, it just occurred to me that if you need a second helping of me today, maybe you need more attention than that,” Emma said, sliding up next to Maggie.
“What? What are you-” Maggie started to protest, but Emma silenced the guard with a kiss to the lips.
Kate didn’t move from her desk, but her eyes were now locked on the two women kissing in her office.
“Come on, Maggie,” Emma said. “I’ve seen you checking me out - and what’s more, I’ve seen you checking out the boss over there. Well, now here’s your chance. Why don’t you slide out of that uniform and kill two birds with one kiss?”
Maggie looked torn. Emma was already undoing the guard’s belt, and dropping it to the floor at Maggie’s feet. Soon, the petite criminal was working her magic fingers over the button to Maggie’s pants. Maggie glanced towards Kate, but the warden only looked on hungrily, her paperwork now completely forgotten.
“Kate, be a dear and close the door,” Emma said, reaching into Maggie’s pants and pressing her fingers against the flimsy fabric of the panties covering Miss Quigley’s snatch. “I think Maggie here would appreciate some privacy.”
“Who’s in charge here?” Kate asked, but she got up and closed the door anyway. By the time she got there, Maggie’s pants were around her ankles, her long legs seemingly growing out of them, running a frightful distance before reaching Maggie’s thong-covered ass.
“These are lovely,” Emma said, hooking a finger into the waistband of the thong. “But kind of kinky for working in a prison.”

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“This is Remy Hadley,” Maggie said. “No guard goes a week here without getting at least some head.”
“Mmmm, I wish you’d come to me for your head,” Emma said, dropping to her knees and placing a kiss on the front of Maggie’s panties. The Asian guard swooned a bit, and nearly fell back, her feet still trapped in her pants. But Kate was sick of being a bystander at this point, and she slid up behind the exotic guard, the warden catching her subordinate by slipping her arms around from behind and squeezing the small bet perky tits hidden beneath Maggie’s uniform shirt.
“What about you, Kate?” Emma asked, looking up from Maggie’s crotch. “You’ve always wanted Maggie here, right? Got a little of that yellow fever, that Asian Fixation?”
“YES!” Kate hissed loudly in Maggie’s ear, one of her hands fishing up from the open bottom of Maggie’s shirt, discovering that while Maggie wore panties, she didn’t feel the need for a bra while working. Kate nearly impaled her palm on the guard’s erect nipple, but neither woman complained.
“Then maybe we should all get naked and see if we can get Maggie’s two birds killed while we cheer you up - sound good to you, Kate?”
Emma never got a verbal response, but in a matter of minutes, all three women were stark naked on the floor. Maggie was spread eagled on her back, Kate on one side of her, suckling away at one of the guard’s nipples, while Emma lay on the other, nursing the other nipple while her fingers deftly plumbed Maggie Q’s depths. The guard with the dragon tattoo was writhing about in pleasure as she got it from both a cougar and a kitten at the same time.
“Yeah, that’s it Quigley,” Winslet said between nibbles upon Maggie’s nipple. “Show me what a good little slutty employee you are.”
“I’m such a slutty employee,” Maggie responded, immediately rolling away from Kate to be atop of Emma. Surprised, Emma let herself swoon a little as Maggie immediately sunk two fingers into the prisoner’s snatch and began frigging her like crazy. “I’m so slutty, I’m going to make this prisoner scream.”
“Oh, fuck! FUCK!” Emma cried out, reveling in the pleasure of Maggie Q’s fingers.
“I was hoping you’d show ME how slutty you were,” Kate said as she stepped in behind Maggie, kissing the guard’s neck before nibbling on her ear.
“Yes!” Emma said quickly. “Fuck Kate! Fuck her real good, Maggie! Mmmmm, I’m going to cream just thinking about it.”
“You’re going to cream because I’m going to MAKE you cream,” Maggie said defiantly.
“Then you’d better start using your tongue and not your fingers,” Emma said.
“Bit of an oral girl, are you?” Maggie said, sliding down Emma’s small body, pausing only to lick each nipple before jumping down to Emma’s cunt, where her tongue immediately began to work at licking Emma to oblivion.

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Emma groaned in both delight and frustration. Maggie had a serious talent for carpet munching, but she was keeping Emma pinned to the floor and leaving Kate unattended - a fact, judging by the look on her face, the warden was NOT fond of. And Emma wouldn’t be able to snag the keycard so long as Maggie was on top of her.
“Enough, it’s my turn,” Kate said, pulling Maggie’s head out of Emma’s crotch and immediately kissing the wet-faced oriental. Emma was frozen in place for a moment, caught up by the seductive sight of Kate Winslet kissing Maggie Q’s cum-covered mouth. The fact that it was Emma’s juices coating Maggie’s face only made Emma that much hornier.
Kate fell upon Maggie, and the two prison workers ignored the inmate as they made out, each grabbing at the other’s breasts and pussies. Emma slowly slid away, but wasn’t quite able to keep herself from sticking a hand between her own legs.
Kate seemed quite intent on having as much of Maggie as possible, and she quickly assumed the dominant position, laying Maggie on her back and sticking at least three fingers into the guard’s slit. Emma found herself matching Kate’s finger count and speed in her own pussy, the image in front of her nearly making Emma forget the whole reason she was in the office to begin with.
“Fuck! FuckFuckFuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUCCCKKKKAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Maggie’s cry of pleasure came as a surprise to both Kate and Emma, but from the way the Asian guard’s head bobbed on her neck and her toes curled up tightly, there was no doubt Maggie’s orgasm was real. Emma cursed herself and yanked her hand out of her crotch - she may have just missed her chance to grab the keycard. She was still five feet from the desk, and Kate was looking over at her with a big grin, her face now coated with Maggie’s cum.
“Be careful, Emma. Maggie here could replace you as my favorite pastime if she can make me cum better than you can.”
“Only one way to find out,” Emma said suggestively.
“OK,” Maggie said between ragged breaths. “Hop up on the desk.”
“Excuse me?” Kate said.
“Not you, the prisoner,” Maggie said. Emma blinked, but did as she was told, taking a seat on Kate’s desk, which was tall enough for the short Miss Roberts’ feet to hang well above the ground. Even as Kate sputtered protests, Maggie dropped to her knees between Emma’s legs, and began working her tongue inside the young prisoner once more.
“Oh, FUCK!” Emma cried as Maggie’s tongue did amazing things inside her slit. Was it a tongue, or some sort of magical, twisting dildo? Maggie was hitting corners that Emma hadn’t known she’d had down there. As the surprise pleasure rocked through Emma’s body, she fell back and was barely able to get her hands back to keep herself from laying flat on the desk.
And her right hand just happened to land on the keycard!
“Yes!” Emma said, then covered herself by moaning at the pleasure Maggie was giving her. She was halfway there. She just had to figure out how to get the keycard out of the office without being seen.

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If she could get to her discarded uniform - but Kate was hovering over Maggie, glaring at Emma like she was scum of the earth. Which, Emma supposed, was how most wardens thought about their prisoners, but this was different.
This was jealousy, plain and simple.
Emma found something about Kate’s jealousy incredibly arousing, and somehow that was enough to tip her over the edge. Her climax flooded through her nerves, and her elbows gave out, landing her flat on her back after all. Maggie, the oral pro that she was, kept right on licking as Emma’s body quivered and shook with climax, and that only made the orgasm better. Emma’s fingers and toes curled, her right hand gripping the vital key card so hard, had she been aware of it, she might have worried she was damaging it.
When she finally came down, Maggie looked up from between Emma’s legs, her face freshly covered with Emma’s girl cum. Emma would’ve enjoyed the sight, had she been able to lift her head from the desk.
“ENOUGH!” Kate bellowed. “GUARDS!”
That brought Emma up and snapped her out of her post-coital bliss. Why was Kate calling for more guards?
“What?” Maggie said, looking over at Kate. “That wasn’t what you wanted?”
“I wanted you to fuck ME!” Kate snarled as the door opened and two more guards appeared. If either of them were surprised to be greeted by three naked women, one of them a guard and another the warden, they didn’t show it. “Get this prisoner out of here. I’m through with her for now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” one of the guards replied. They stepped towards Emma, who with nowhere else to hide the keycard, slid it between her ass cheeks. “Do you want her dressed first?”
“No, march her back to her cell naked. Let her rile up some of the other prisoners,” Kate said vindictively. “Maybe a little lesson in prison sex will teach Miss Roberts where her loyalties should lie.”
The guards grabbed Emma by the shoulders and marched her out of the office, as Kate turned to make sure Maggie knew she wasn’t going anywhere until she’d gotten the warden off several times.
“Why are you walking funny?” one of the guards asked. “Is something wrong with your ass?”
“Let’s just say Officer Quigley liked it a little too much,” Emma said, thinking quickly.
“Funny, I’d never thought of her as an anal queen,” the other guard said.
Emma kept her mouth shut. She just let the two guards think her ass was sore as she awkwardly walked back to her cell, buck naked, but smuggling the key card she and her friends would need to escape anyway.

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Considering she got a heck of an orgasm out of the deal, Emma didn’t think that could’ve gone any better.
* * * * * * * * *
There was something to be said for tradition.
Although Hayden Panettiere was offlimits to the male guards, both the ones with and without X-chromosomes got to use the windows and bars all through Remy Hadley to see her weekly routine; every week, one of the prisoners came to the tiny blonde in her cell on the third level after visiting time. Jase, watching as she sat on her bunk swinging her legs and whistling cheerfully, wondered what she’d do if no one turned up – the little minx might eventually take things in her own hands (well, HAND really) if he was lucky..
Nope. There it was, right on time. Jase mentally high-fived himself as Roselyn Sanchez stepped into the cell and gave Hayden a hello kiss, thus completing the set – Miss Panettiere had entertained seemingly half the prison since she’d arrived (she’d even let Kelly Osbourne have a go. KELLY OSBOURNE. One of the few straight prisoners who none of the guards (male or female) would go near, not even drunk. Truly, this girl was a hero), but of late she’d started to go with her fellow gang members… even that psycho Jaime had had a go. Brad had been watching that day, and he’d told the others that the blonde pixie had said something to herself like “Should’ve been Blake instead.” Jase couldn’t blame her.
Apart from Blake, however, Hayden’d had a tete-a-tete with all the gang but one, and now here was the leader, cradling Hayden’s head and kissing her on the lips. Jase wondered if her girlfriend knew that she was racing back here for some supplemental loving after the conjugal meetings.
There she was, grabbing one of Roselyn’s breasts with one hand and stroking the Latina’s legs with the other, returning her kisses while the leader of the gang fondled Hayden’s soft, firm little body. “I know you get this all the time, but you’ve got an amazing butt… for a white girl,” she smiled.
“And you’ve got a great body… for a Latina,” Hayden giggled.
“You’re so racist,” Roselyn chuckled as her fingers found the young ex-reporter’s box – some of  her girls, it pained her to think, had let the shaving go a little amiss in prison; but she was pleased to see that Hayden was perfectly groomed below (as were Blake and, she hated to admit, Jaime – must be a blonde thing). Her fingertips stroked the snatch and its perfect tiny landing strip… how someone so tiny could have such a perfectly plump pussy Roselyn had no idea.
“Time for dessert,” Hayden said quietly.
“No… you know the rules. No tongue, just fingers.”
Hayden let herself pout a little as Roselyn started to enter. Jase also pouted a little; he too wished Roselyn would snack on her like  Salma Hayek had done the day before she was released.
The leader of the gang slid her fingers through the blonde’s slit very closely and delicately, almost like she was feeling for something. They felt so good inside Hayden; she was breathing deeply and

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increasingly fast, while her own fingers in turn were dipping into Roselyn. The two gazed at each other, watching the other start to gleam with delight as they began to get mutually moist.
“Another race?” Roselyn asked, just managing to concentrate on what she was doing.
“I get to ride that tight butt of yours if I win,” Hayden moaned, shaking under the leader’s slinky, searching fingers.
“You’re on…” Miss Sanchez jerked back sharply, as if she’d been tasered; Hayden’s fingers were on duty. The blonde’s digits seemed to be everywhere at once inside her dark, dripping pussy; either she had had plenty of lonely nights before she hooked up with Troian Bellisario or she was a natural. With two fingers playing with Roselyn’s clit and another two exploring what was beyond, the darker lady glanced downwards and out to see her own hand running through what Hayden had…
“Fuck me,” she whispered, impressed at what she saw. How someone so tiny could have such an incredibly plump pussy she couldn’t begin to guess; the girl’s cuntlips were almost as big as the ones on her face. And imagine her lovebutton… Roselyn kicked herself mentally for saying no tongues – no wonder Anne Hathaway had looked so pleased with herself swaggering out of Hayden’s cell. What had she been THINKING?
Roselyn rubbed Hayden’s pleasingly fat little clit, and was delighted to see her lover shiver as the middle finger slid deeper inside, enjoying the warmth and relishing how wet she was. But it was Roselyn who was really quaking, her other hand fondling her torso and her teeth biting the inside of her mouth as Hayden’s fingers found every single one of her love triggers. Roselyn’s hand kept up the pace, but she was shaking inside the girl’s box, wishing she could somehow munch on her while frigging her at the same time…
She couldn’t do it; she couldn’t hold out any longer. Roselyn rarely screamed on coming, and today was no exception – but she did let out a long, high groan of acquiescence as she came in close and kissed Hayden hard and full on the lips, her pussy soaking the blonde’s fingers and the confined space being suddenly filled with a pleasantly musky aroma. Hayden’s tongue flicked inside Roselyn’s mouth the way she was looking forward to doing with the woman’s high, tight asscheeks soon.
As Jase watched, by now torn between wanting to be one or the other of them and delighting that he wasn’t sharing this with anyone, Roselyn folded an arm around Hayden’s shoulders and pulled the orgasming girl closer, their lips still together and the blonde shaking as the woman’s hand kept on going, now moving faster and somehow probing deeper…
Hayden broke free from Roselyn’s mouth and cried out as she felt her box soaking the woman’s fingers; her hands gripped the Latina’s shoulders as she surrended, sinking back onto her bunk with a sigh. She glanced down on her lap, Roselyn’s non-embracing arm still between her lovely thighs and the hand she had been using, covered with Panettiere love-juice, lightly brushing her box, the thumb and forefinger rolling together slowly.
Older woman and younger woman smiled in harmony, looking at the capsule Roselyn had between those fingers. It was perfectly round, hard and very small – but it was big enough to fit through the “urethra” at the end of the device Troian had used on Hayden that afternoon. And almost every time she visited.