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On the Block
"When it rains, it pours," I thought as I walked toward the punishment block. It's enough having the Jim Fenner/Shell Dockley scandal and Zandra's rooftop suicide attempt, but to add Nikki Wade's freak out to the bunch? Well, she knew better. What a day. I decided to give her a damned good piece of my mind when not 10 feet from her cell I heard Nikki and Karen Betts arguing.
"Is everything alright?" I asked, pushing past Karen to get a good look at Nikki.
"The prisoner's been demanding to see you in language of an insulting nature," Karen replied. To add insult to injury she continued, "I'm putting her on report."
Inwardly, I was so pissed at Nikki, I could have slapped her. She was the perfect prisoner until she opened that big mouth. It always seemed to get her into trouble. No matter how much I warned her, she never could keep it shut. I wanted to slam the cell door to get her attention, but knew I couldn't lose my temper. I quietly shut the door, and then turned to face the woman who sometimes felt more like my ill mannered child than lover.
"So no improvement in your behavior?" It was more like a statement than a question. It was obvious nothing was getting through to Nikki. She stubbornly stared with those puppy dog eyes with a blanket of contradictions covering her face.
"Is that a no?"
"It's a piss off like I just gave that other tart," she spat. In an indignant voice she continued, "You going to put me on report as well?"
She just doesn't get it. No matter how much I fancy her, the rules and regulations must be followed. It doesn't make it any easier for me. To lie in bed each night thinking of Nikki, knowing that she has to be a stellar prisoner for any chance of appeal to be granted-any hope she has of getting out of here will be ruined by this stupid behavior. It truly hurts considering how much I care.
"Why are you being like this?" I said in desperation. "Can't you see what you're doing to me?"
That really got to her as she angrily replied, "And what about what you're doing to me?"
"Don't make this any harder for me!" I was so angry at this point that I could feel the tears welling up. I needed to get out of this cell soon before I lost complete control. As well as she knew me, I thought she's pipe down and give me a break. Boy was I wrong.
"Yeah-must be hard-getting angry with someone you've snogged."
I couldn't help it. I flashed back to the first time we'd touched. The well of emotions was getting the best of me and the only thing I could do was plead for her to be serious. I really was about to lose it. I thought about heading toward the door, maybe taking the rest of the day off. Like an idiot however, I waited for her response. When you're at the breaking point, all sensibility is lost. This was headed toward dangerous territory-fast.
"I want to make love to you all night long. Is that serious enough?"
She has this way of looking directly into my heart-pushing all the right (or wrong) buttons. Regardless of how strong I may be Nikki knows me better than I know myself.
I got up to leave. This was over-for now.
She sarcastically shook her head and stated: "I know I'm not Fenner. Least when he fancies a con he has the courage to give her one."
The volcano erupted and every ounce of anger was revealed. "That's it, Nikki! I've had just about enough of this. It's one thing to sit through your shit, but totally unacceptable to include Jim Fenner in this conversation."
I lost all control and pushed her against the cell wall.
"That's it, Helen. At least I know you feel something. Sometimes all I see is your bloody righteous indignation. It's good to see you have a heart too."
Before I could help myself, I reached up to smack that little mouth. Too quick for me, she grabbed my arm and kissed me hard directly on the lips.
"I've waited a long time to see you angry, Helen. I thought for a while you were bottling it all up."
"Shut up, Nikki," I replied. "I told you I've had enough." My left hand cupped her lower back, as my feet forced her legs apart. Even though I had never done this before, my right hand found its way into her sweatpants and quickly met her pussy. 1-2-3 fingers went inside as her eyes widened in surprised.
"Damn, Helen, if this is the type of punishment you get while on the block, I'll be making my weekly reservations. I never knew you had this side."
"Nikki, I told you to shut it." I bit down on her lower neck while simultaneously shoving my 4th and 5th fingers into her wetness. She groaned while accepting my entire hand and began to buck in rhythm with my movements. Whatever animal was inside, totally took control. It was rough-raw-and totally uninhibited. Faster and deeper I went and I was shocked at how much this turned me on. I could sense that she was getting close as our movements became quicker and more abrupt. My fist was covered in her wetness and she began to tense around each finger. It became more difficult to keep going as by the second she was getting tighter. I bit down one last time on her neck, knowing it would leave a mark. That sent her over the edge.
She took both hands and forced me to stare into her eyes as she wordlessly came. The look that passed through us sent chills down my spine. I think-at that moment-I had never been closer to anyone. I gently removed my hand and kissed those perfect lips. I felt like my heart was going to explode and there weren't any words that could describe how intimate that moment was.
"Did I hurt you, Nikki?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't too rough. Truth is I was glad to issue a bit of correction, but her comfort was now my utmost concern.
"Helen, I've never been more ok," she began. "I'm sorry to cause you trouble, and I promise to keep my mouth in check. I don't want to ever let you down. I love you-you know that."
"Well, unfortunately, I have to go. I'll drop by later to see how you're getting along. That is-if you can walk."
I grinned as I left the cell. It's funny how a matter of minutes can change the direction of your day.
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