Karen was losing it. Calling out and moaning as her pleasure and confusion rose and then just before her climax reached its peak, Franky stopped. What she was doing. It was so abrupt that Karen was taken aback. She opened her eyes to see what had happened She saw Franky sat on the floor in front of her. She was grinning and sucking her fingers. The same fingers that only seconds ago, had threatened to obliterate everything Karen knew and trusted.

“Wh what are you doing” implored Karen. She so confused had been so close to orgasm that to just stop like this was causing her physical pain.

Franky carried on smiling. She wiped her mouth of Karen’s juices with the back of her hand and lit a cigarette. Looking up at Karen with one eye closed through the cloud of smoke.

“You called me an animal” Frank said calmy “You said I was sick”.

She held her cigarette between her thumb and forefingers. She usually painted a stark contrast to the lady like Karen but no one who saw Karen now would describe her as a lady. Her neck was blotched with desire, her legs were spread and her cunt still open and crying out for the other woman’s touch
“Not so high and mighty now are ya” Franky added with her signature sneer.

Franky wasn’t finished yet and stood up in front of her.

“I loved you, I thought you were special and you treated me like shit, looking down your pretty nose at me and still I wanted you”.

I’m sorry Franky, said Karen , “I was wrong, confused and after everything that had happened and I was scared, I want you now”

“Well now you know how it feels dontcha” snapped Franky “Cos now I don’t want you”.

Karen started to sob as she realised it had all been a game, a way for Franky to heal her hurt pride and avenge her initial rebuffs.

At this moment Vera Bennet appeared in the doorway. Her timing was almost too perfect for it to be a coincidence.
“Doyle, Travers what’s going on in here” she snapped, understanding the scenario completely. Franky was quick to answer,

“Aww nothing Miss Bennet. Karen dropped summat. I was just helping her”

Karen looked up through her long lashes, her head bowed down, as Franky left the cell. Brushing past old Vinegar Tits on the way, she looked back over her shoulder and patted the pocket of her dungarees where Karen’s sodden underwear was still concealed.

“Thanks for the memories” she added before she strutted away to her own bunk, laughing to herself again

When she had gone, Vera stepped into the cell and looked at the pitiful display that Karen Travers presented

“Well well well, it seems that despite your education and fine ways you really are no better than all the other uncouth sluts in here” she spat “I don’t need three guesses to know exactly what you dropped for Doyle’ she barked, “you aren’t the first and you won’t be the last. You disgust me. Now get yourself together and get back to work”.

Meanwhile Franky walked back to her cell with a cocky swagger and a knowing grin on her face. She licked her fingers again and congratulated herself. She hadn’t lost her touch, but she was done with women. Her future plans and the farm were all that mattered now and anyway she had a nice souvenir of miss hoity toity in her pocket. She laughed to herself and lit another fag.

It was at this point that Chrissie Latham slinked up to her. She was desperate for a smoke and asked Franky for a ciggie, saying she‘d make it worth her while. Franky hesitated and then thought, what the hell. She was still wet from Karen and Chrissie knew what she was doing, she’d taught her herself hadn’t she? She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and anyway, she could always give up women tomorrow.