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The gate between the visitor rooms and the rest of the prison was completely unmanned. Gwess didn’t expect the bars to move when she pushed, but doing as the strange note asked of her, she had slipped through and closed them before anyone else could catch her. Visitor Room Two was only a few steps down the hall, but her walk’s length nearly doubled when she dwelled on what or who could be inside. The invitational note, which had been placed under her pillow for her to find, had been worn soft under the stress of her thumbs. She almost considered ignoring it, because it seemed to be complete bullshit. How was a prisoner supposed to get into the visitor’s area an hour before lights-out with no scheduled visitors? The string of conveniences that led her straight to the room only served to amplify her paranoia. Surely it was Miu Miu; Gwess felt confident in that. Earlier, she had made an attempt to stand up to the woman who would stare bolts into her every time the two passed. Sometimes the other prisoner would stop a moment in front of Gwess and Jolyne’s shared cell, and it filled the prisoner with ill temperament. Nothing good comes from stares. Especially in prison. It’s very well possible that Miu Miu has the guards in her pocket and was going to have the “pest” snuffed out. For what reason, Gwess had no idea, but it was too late for second guesses by that point. Jolyne’s confidence had rubbed off on the girl, filling her with enough of a productive burst of energy to send her in her own defense.
“H-Hello?”
Gwess still manages to stutter in her effort to mature her tone. With her back now locked pillar-straight in the doorway of the designated visitor room, her brain pauses in realizing that there is no one there. No attending guard, no Miu Miu, no one. After quick, deer-like glances to all of her sides, she takes a step in. The room is clean, sterile even. There isn’t even a note left for her. She raises the first note to read again, perplexed in her timing. It’s exactly an hour til as requested. With all of the effort she took fulfilling this note’s directions, feelings of offense begin to grow inside of her at its writer’s lateness. How dare this bitch scare the hell out of her and not even be there to greet her? She can feel the muscles in her jaw start to clench before the door closing behind her and the jingling of keys pulls her attention.
“M-!”
Gwess wanted to call the woman’s name, but she became too caught up in analyzing the sight of her to let out more than a stunted vocalization. Miu Miu had come in behind her, very casually locking the door to the main prison with a tethered set of keys that hide under her sweater when released.
“Gwess... Technically, I should be referring to you as FE18081, but this is an off-the-records visit.”
After giving the doorknob one last jiggle to ensure it’s suitably locked, she turns a piercing, pink-accented eye to her visitor. Gwess’s jaw is slouched, gears rattling around in her head and a lanky finger pointed accusingly at the woman’s beltline as she tries to fathom how in god’s name the fellow prisoner has keys to the visitor rooms. The woman doesn’t give her the time to come up with a guess.
“Don’t worry, no one else will find us in here. I’ve made sure of it.”
Miu Miu’s baggy sweater is removed in a fluid motion, falling neatly across her arm and exposing the badge-decorated and “modestly” bedazzled uniform underneath. There’s a holster on her hip that draws Gwess’s attention, and the reality of the situation sets in further and further with each forward step the faux-prisoner takes towards her.
“Ah-uh... Shit! You’re-!”
Paying no mind to Gwess’s breathless fear, Miu Miu drapes the garment across the back of the guards’ desk chair and takes the moment to straighten her ruffled collar.
“I’m not a ‘regular’ prisoner here. That’s more than enough information for someone of your status.”
There’s a tension in the air thick enough to snap in half. Surely, if this woman wanted Gwess dead, she would have already done it, right? She even has a gun she could have pulled when the prisoner had her back turned. Something about the stress puts her on the verge of a fit and makes her snap like a prey animal backed into a corner.
“W-What the hell do you want, huh?! Kill me if you’re gunna’ kill me!”
“Shut the fuck up and listen to me.”
The aggressive clacking of Miu Miu’s heels sends Gwess stumbling back against the metal visitor’s table, unable to flee but fully willing.
“Y- uh! Y-You could have just left me alone! I’m not one to fuck with, you know!”
“I told you to shut the fuck up.”
The woman hisses coldly through her teeth, bringing an open palm down upon the surface of the table hard enough to make an echoing noise. She stands before Gwess with eyes locked firmly on the other’s, faces spread not even two feet from eachother.
“There’s something off about you... And I need to know what it is right now.”
The girl swallows, face turning slowly and painfully away from Miu Miu as if she were a child trying to escape unwanted affection.
“N-No, no, I...”
“Do you think I’ve been slinking around just to harass you for fun? That I don’t get a strange feeling from you in particular?”
The woman pulls on Gwess’s unbuttoned jacket; gently, but with enough force to threaten further action. The disconcerting stoicism to her face in this moment communicates a lot about the experiences she usually has in her position.
“I know you feel it too. Otherwise, you wouldn’t stare back.”
“Goo... goo...”
In the panic of the situation, Gwess’s Stand had activated to climb her shoulder and prepare to defend its owner from the perceived threat. Goo Goo Dolls puffs up its layer of body quills, only able to portray the woman’s upset with little hisses and spits until she commands its powers herself. There was no response to the manifestation’s tiny threats beyond a tensed jaw.
“You... are a Stand User!”
“A... wh-“
“You weren’t marked as a Stand User, you little-...”
“Hey! I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! I only just got this power, ok?!” Gwess interjects.
“I don’t know where it came from and I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure as shit not gunna’ tell you anything about it!”
An unusually manicured hand locks a tight grip on Gwess’s jaw, holding her in place as the guard observes her rodent-sized Stand.
“Fine. Then don’t. Just use it. Show me.”
The prisoner is struggling to sputter out in protest. If she were to be honest, she would have to admit that she has no idea how her little “pet” works. She sits there, frozen in Miu Miu’s grip and mentally begging for Goo Goo Dolls to activate its power so she can make an attempt to flee, but nothing happens.
“C-Can’t-“ Gwess squeaks out, squeezing her own hand around Miu Miu’s wrist but too fearful to pull.
“What? You’ve gone and whipped out your Stand and you can’t even use it on me?”
Gwess’s jaw is released with a harsh flick, and oh, how absolutely small she feels when she realizes that the woman is not the least bit intimidated nor impressed by her. Goo Goo Dolls has worked for her before, so why didn’t it work this time? She watches as Miu Miu straightens her back, looming above the prisoner in her disappointment.
“You’re not one of Whitesnake’s recruits, are you? He would have never given someone like you a stand.”
All of this new information is making Gwess’s head spin. She wants to ask the more experienced woman what the fuck is going on, who Whitesnake is and why she got roped up in all of this. But she can’t. She feels herself shrinking against the metal table, her hands becoming a near-visibly quivering mess tangled against her chest until she realizes that her unbalanced weight would only push the unsecured furniture out from under her. She wishes she had asked Jolyne to come with her. Why couldn’t she have asked this time?
“A-Are you?”
“What?” Miu Miu’s brow scrunches at the inquiry.
“Do you have... one of these?”
Miu Miu scans the prisoner’s face, waiting for some kind of slip but being met only with genuine concern and confusion. This girl really is just completely clueless, and her own expression begins to soften as the cogs turn in her head.
“Yes. Only other Users can see Stands, obviously.” After a short pause, Gwess gets her answer in a slightly more honeyed tone.
“Could... you show me how to use it?”
Nails draw gently back and forth across the table as Miu Miu adjusts herself to the new plan forming in her brain. The request gets her to release a puff of silent amusement from her nose.
“What? No! It’s foolish to show off your Stand without intent. Don’t you know that?”
Gwess’s eyes trail down to the pair’s feet, ashamed. Perhaps she was a slow learner. Even Jolyne seemed to have more command over her own new power than Gwess did. Maybe Goo Goo Dolls just didn’t like her too much. The little manifestation dissipates off of her shoulder as she absorbs her first piece of advice.
“You don’t seem to be too much of a threat, but look here...”
The same hand returns to Gwess’s chin, gentler, and upturns it back towards the guard.
“The people with these ‘powers’... They either fall in line, or deal with me. You seem... smart.” The last word feels less genuine than the rest, but she continues.
“So I’d like to give you an ultimatum. I want you to use your special status to assist me.”
“But... But I don’t-“ Gwess’s eyes avert from her interrogator, but a quick jiggle to her head signals that she has no choice but to turn them back.
“Just listen to me. You don’t even have to use your Stand unless it would help. All I want is for you to keep an eye on your cellmate and any of her little associates for me.”
“You... mean Jolyne?” Fingers press into her left arm as Gwess attempts to rub the anxiety away.
“Yes, Cujoh. You can do that for me, can’t you? You can let me know if they’re doing or saying anything odd.”
Gwess opens her mouth to respond, but she finds that her response wasn’t ready yet. Miu Miu doesn’t know about her own rash attempt to make an escape with Jolyne, does she? If Jolyne found her out, would she narc in retaliation? Gwess avoided an addition to her own sentence, but whatever power the other “prisoner” had at her disposal could probably ensure a lifetime here if her impulsive decision were to come to light.
“I-I don’t know if I c-... could do that to Jolyne...” Gwess stutters, conflicted with herself.
“What? Did you form a ‘prison pact’ with her or something?” Miu Miu gets through half of an eye-roll before she remembers to restrain herself. Its remnants are hidden with an attempted bang-flip.
“N-No! Well... I mean... She’s really my... my only friend here and I...”
“Friendship? Is that what’s holding you up?”
Miu Miu looks upon the girl with bemused pity. She was practically turning herself into an open book for this woman, making it easier and easier to pick out the ripest details to twist and weave for her own use. Sweet in a way, too. Perhaps somewhat like a pomegranate, in that once Gwess opened herself up, Miu Miu found herself unable to stop picking at the delicious, opportunistic seeds inside.
“Is that what you want, Gwess? Is that what matters most to you here?”
“N-No, I need money, too... I just... It’s important...” The prisoner bites the inside of her cheek, intent on hiding her reaction from Miu Miu.
“Otherwise I’ll just be alone again...”
The continuation is faint, but just enough for the guard to pick up on. Gwess doesn’t realize that the other’s grip had become a cradle against her cheek until she feels the urge to turn her gaze again. The sudden intimacy is off-putting and uncomfortable at first, but rather quickly becomes inviting to a person as touch-starved as she. The woman has had some less-than-compassionate hands placed upon her in her time in prison; it was an unusual change of pace.
“Are you blind to how that girl treats you? The awkwardness is strong enough to stink up the whole room whenever you interact with her!” Miu Miu flashes her teeth in a snappy but potent laugh.
“And you still want to try to call her your friend.”
“I- We just started off on a bad note!” Gwess pipes up, the implication that shes stupid slightly agitating her.
“A-And it was all my fault! I’m making up for it by doing whatever she wants! I just want to make her happy so she won’t hate me anymore!” The girl’s hands gesticulate before her, desperately working to convey her conviction.
“And she doesn’t want anything from you...” The woman’s tone has become hushed and melodic, hot against Gwess’s bare face as she inched her way in closer.
“But I do.”
The world around Gwess goes completely noiseless save for her own heartbeat and the small gasp she emits at the sensation of Miu Miu’s painted lips pressing butterfly-soft against the corner of her mouth. When the older woman withdrawals, she doesn’t go far, somewhat admiring the ghost of a pink mark she left behind.
“Jolyne would never give you what I can give you. Isn’t that what you really want?”
She leans in, pressing another kiss to Gwess’s jawline with a hint more pressure.
“Love?”
And another.
“To be appreciated?”
The attention has left Gwess frozen despite heat burning the tips of her ears and nose. She finds herself unable to move or speak as the woman runs a teasing series of pecks down her jawline. Everything about this feels so overwhelmingly foreign. Never before has she had this kind of experience with another woman. She could never even imagine a woman giving her this kind of attention. For the longest time, she had seen other women as competition for the affection she so desperately needed in her life. And now, having spent an extensive amount of time in social isolation both in and outside of prison, Miu Miu’s lips sent waves of goosbumps and individual chills down each of her limbs.
“Right?”
“Y-Yes...”
The prisoner’s fried brain answers for her. In such unusual circumstances, the intricacies no longer matter. There’s only two universal currencies in Green Dolphin: cash and sex. There are a lot of luxuries and privileges in this prison as well, but being overly picky isn’t one of them. Only a fool doesn’t scrape and scavenge all that they can get, and Miu Miu is right; Jolyne would never do this. Jolyne wouldn’t get anywhere close to this. The Joestar has her own friends and prevalent animosity towards Gwess. Maybe she was actually holding out for something like this, maybe she really only wanted a little friendly attention and that would have been enough. Only God knows the answer when a girl isn’t literate with her own feelings.
“Your efforts are of better use elsewhere, Gwess. Focus on me instead.” Miu Miu coos, centering their faces so that their lips may finally meet.
Gwess can’t even focus on how new this is, how this woman is so much softer and more fluid than any boyfriend she’s ever had. Her mind is numb and tingling from the attention, and all she knows is that she needs to suck as much out of this encounter as she can. With sharp protest from the guard, Gwess’s hand aggressively finds purchase in balling up the fabric of her uniform, only to clumsily release and hook around the woman’s back instead.
“S-Sorry!” The prisoner is quick to seek forgiveness, but Miu Miu doesn’t give her much room to do so.
“Shut up.” She pauses the stream of back and forth kisses only seconds at a time, taking a few of those seconds to come back up for air.
“Don’t fuck up-“ A tongue emerges to lick and suck at Gwess’s lower lip, encouraging the girl to let her in.
“-my outfit...”
Gwess relents with an unintentional, breathy noise, allowing the woman to tantalize her with a preview of what her tongue might do elsewhere. It was vulgar, wet, and though Gwess had no qualifications to judge, she may have even called it professional. Professional in a way that implies mastery over her own body; which was a facet of this woman that made Gwess jealous. In the girl’s tunnel vision, she’s clumsily retaliating and blind to her comparative inexperience. She wasn’t attempting to keep a rhythm or tactic; she didn’t have the capacity to care. The breath circling between them makes the girl’s face flush red until she finally can catch some air, Miu Miu moving her sloppy lipstick kisses elsewhere: down her chin, against the bumps of her throat and virgin skin usually hidden under her choker.
Though Gwess’s arms are locked under Miu Miu’s and pressed firmly into her back, her fingers writhe with the instinct to explore the woman’s body. It burns her to be forbidden from jostling the guard’s expensive uniform. She doesn’t even know what she’d do once she got to her partner’s bare skin. She just knows she needs to use her hands. There’s a sharp huff to herself, and as she works to build up the courage to speak, Miu Miu’s grip drops. From the thighs, Gwess is lifted just enough to sit on the edge of the hard table. The movement startles her out of her anxiety for just enough of a second to pipe up.
“M-Miu Miu...?”
“I’ve told you before that you don’t get to call me that... yet.” The guard breathes her words hot and heavy against Gwess’s ear, taking the opportunity to bite at the girl’s earlobe and make her face twist.
“Ff-... Miuccia...”
“What?” She pulls away, frustrated in the need to slow her progress.
“Can I-...?”
Gwess finds herself attempting to seem as appealing in this moment as she can. With the lazy flutter of her eyelashes, the woman arches her back to reach Miu Miu’s jawline with her mouth.
“Can I touch you... please?” She whines.
Miu Miu straightens out, removing herself from Gwess’s range to make a coy display of considering her partner’s words. It’s certainly a cute little act the girl is putting on; droll at its best. However, with some careful thought, it’s easy to find a way that the guard could use it to her advantage.
“No.” She replies flippantly, holding out on the rest for long enough to watch Gwess grow more frustrated.
“...Well.” She takes a thumb, dragging it across her glistening lower lip to remove some of the wetness. It leaves behind a faded mix of pink and blue.
“Maybe a little bit.”
Miu Miu raises one of her netted legs to Gwess’s side, resting it shin-first upon the cold table. The woman moves so smoothly that Gwess doesn’t even know what’s meant to be happening until those carefully tended hands intertwine with her own, leading them up her designer skirt to rest against her bare ass. The feeling of finally getting to touch skin makes Gwess swallow hard, and she can’t stop herself from giving Miu Miu a firm, inquisitive squeeze.
“Good girl. Now keep a good grip... and don’t move them.”
“Wh-“
It becomes apparent to Gwess what her partner is doing when she feels the heat of Miu Miu’s crotch press against her. She sits, slack-jawed and unsure of what to do as the woman mounts and begins to ride her thigh with a pattern of slow, hypnotic hip rolls. Against her neck, she feels a pleased sigh and a speckling of teasing nibbles when Miu Miu returns to her efforts. The ache in her gut is only building by the minute, and she only got a genie’s wish of what she had asked for. She desperately wants to find some slight position or angle change she could inch into to get herself in on the action, but her only options involve disobeying the guard and very likely ending the “visit”. Hands rise to glide across her chest, her breasts and down to the sensitive, exposed flesh of her stomach, but never any further. She’s trapped and at Miu Miu’s mercy, merely able to rub herself against the flat surface of the table and watch as the woman uses her to get off.
“Shit...”
But Gwess would be lying if she said it didn’t feel amazing. Not just to her body, but to the nagging demon in her head that made her feel ill whenever she wasn’t needed nor desired. She’s reminded of a past boyfriend, who practically ran from her with accusations of being “unhinged” and “not worth the effort”. Even if there is no love between them, this woman sees her as valuable enough to make such an exchange. That fact alone flatters her heart and soothes the ache like a placebo for the time being. Gwess didn’t care if Miu Miu was just bribing her. She’s getting more out of this than the woman will probably ever know; maybe even a bad habit, too.
Gwess’s eyes go a little dull as she ends up caught in her own head, fantasizing about the details she can’t see and isn’t allowed to have. All she has to work with otherwise is the dampness growing on her pant-leg and her unrelenting grip on Miu Miu’s admittedly tight ass. Each thrust she feels against her thigh builds in urgency, rendering the older woman a little less composed than usual as she pants against Gwess’s standard-issue jacket. There’s a sting that makes the girl wince as Miu Miu’s nails snake under her collar and dig into the aching tendons between her neck and shoulder. She doesn’t mind, though. The guard’s choked-back moans accompanying every other breath tell her that she only has to hold out for a little bit longer.
Finally, with a bit of effort on Gwess’s part to lift her leg against Miu Miu’s soaked-through panties, the woman reaffirms her crushing grip on her partner’s shoulder. She lets out an airy cry that rings in Gwess’s ears as she climaxes from the friction. For a panicked second, the girl wants so badly to tell Miu Miu to release her excruciating grip, but it’s slowly lifted as the woman comes down off of her high. A set of nail marks is left behind as the hand slides limply against Gwess’s chest, and the two sit there, breathing heavily and either unwilling or unable to move until Miu Miu composes herself again. The woman brushes the frizzy streak of hair from out of her face before giving Gwess one last soft kiss to the jaw.
“Look at you...” She comments mid-exhale.
“You can listen to my instructions just fine.”
The cold air around them is colder on Gwess’s skin than usual when the guard lifts herself off of her body. She stands before her still painfully aroused subordinate, straightening her skirt and going through the motions to neaten her appearance once again. From up there, Gwess looks like a sad dog waiting to be commanded, and Miu Miu can’t help but give a crooked grin as she removes the lipstick from her front pocket.
“What’s that look for? I did more than enough for you, didn’t I?” She asks the girl hypothetically.
“Now it’s your turn to fulfill your end of the bargain. If you do good, you get a reward. It’s common sense.”
Gwess watches the guard re-apply the pink to her lips, slowly resigning to her fate but somewhat hopeful at the prospect of a “reward”. Suddenly, her current reality comes crashing down upon her as she catches sight of the clock; the hands signaling only a few minutes until the nightly lockdown. She scrambles off of the table and grabs her choker, creating a harsh noise as its legs scrape the tile floor. Halfway to the door, she stops, wordlessly turning back to the guard when she remembers that it was locked.
“Mm... I guess you have somewhere to be, don’t you?”
Miu Miu strides after Gwess, hooking a forceful arm around the surprised girl’s waist to pull her along towards the exit.
“Now, before you leave, remember...” The woman commands, all the while yanking her keys from her belt to begin unlocking the door.
“This did not happen, I am still just a prisoner, and you are to report back to me exclusively on Jolyne’s misadventures.” She tilts her chin down, lowering her voice to a hostile whisper.
“And If any of this information slips off of your tongue, you won’t have enough time to regret it. Do you understand?”
Gwess’s jaw tightens, and she can only give a frantic nod in response. She’s still so buzzed from the encounter that she’s having a hard time using her throat. She can, however, let out a sigh of relief when the guard removes her keys and cracks open the door. The woman gives one last comment before opening the door fully and pressing the small of Gwess’s back to get her moving.
“Oh, and by the way. You can call me Miu Miu... but only if you’re good for me.”
———
Gwess stumbles through the flow of the last few prisoners heading to their cells for the night, keeping herself vaguely low and covered to avoid exposing any lipstick marks left on her. Once she reaches cell 206, she completely ignores Jolyne, who is lounging on the top bunk with her nose in a magazine, to claw her way to her pillow and face the wall. The girl hopes, prays even, that her cellmate ignores her, but the rustling of pages shoots that down.
“Well, you’re alive.”
“Y-Yep!” Gwess chirps, biting onto her middle knuckle like a frustrated animal.
“...How’d it go?”
She really, really didn’t want to answer Jolyne’s questions right now. She couldn’t get Miu Miu out of her mind, and she was going to explode if she didn’t do something about it. Even still, she’s far too acutely aware that she would be pleasing herself directly under another person. Her face burns bright red at the mere taste of that shame. If Jolyne could just stop talking, even if only for five minutes, Gwess could probably fool herself into getting the job done. The woman’s thighs rub clumsily together as she works to try and sound normal with a brain that’s still mostly in bone-mode.
“I-It was nothing! It was bullshit! Probably a prank!” Gwess babbles, managing a stunted little laugh afterwards.
“Oh yeah? Why’d it almost take you the full hour then? You just pissing around or something?”
“Ye-... No! I don’t know! Shut up! I-I mean goodnight!” Gwess grimaces at her antsy slip-up, hoping the scoff she hears from above doesn’t lead to any more questioning.
“Jesus, fine then...”
Jolyne trails off, returning to flipping the pages of whatever magazine she had picked up for the night. Gwess sits there in the near-dead silence, unable to keep her head from swimming, yet simultaneously unable to indulge until she’s confident that the girl has forgotten about her. A bead of sweat on the back of her neck makes her realize that she had already worked up a sweat, and she squirms out of her jacket to give herself some air. It felt so cruel of that woman to leave her blue-balled like that, but did she really have the right to complain? Gwess made a request, and the woman accommodated it, even if in a twisted manner. It makes her mind wander to what might have happened if she never asked to touch Miu Miu; what the guard might have done to her instead.
Gwess can’t help but replay the scenario in her head, only warped into her own shameless fantasy. She’s never felt such an urge to fantasize about another woman in this way, which also feels strangely devilish to her. It must be a fluke, it has to be, and that makes it all the more taboo. It’s a safe, situational sampling of what her fundamentalist parents did a half-assed job of boring into her as ungodly, but in this moment, it felt more like survival than debating backwards morals. Her breathing picks up as she imagines the older woman’s hands pushing up her shirt, squeezing her tits and dragging those pink-smeared lips across one of her nipples. Her right hand mirrors her thoughts, slipping under her shirt to lightly fondle and rub herself back down into a less frantic state of horny.
The Miu Miu of her imagination continues, licking and kissing at her stomach until she hits Gwess’s waisteline. The girl doesn’t waste any time, sliding the working hand down her pants as she envisions the woman lying her flat on the table, pulling down her pants and taking a greedy grip of her thighs. More than anything, Gwess wants to know what a skilled tongue could do to her; more specifically, she wanted to know what Miu Miu’s tongue could do. Her fingers pass through the course hair between her legs, eagerly diving into the forming slickness of her pussy. Each brush against her aching clit has her lower lip wobbling, forced into a pout to prevent any damning noise from slipping past.
As Gwess imagines Miu Miu taking a long, drawn out lap at the sensitive nub, her fingers echo it. It elicits from her a heavy-handed sigh, a bound and caged moan. Above her, she can hear Jolyne shuffling around, and it really sets in how much the girl would be able to hear from her. This feels like the most dangerous thing she’s ever attempted, which is a lot coming from a girl in prison who had the shit beaten out of her by her cellmate. Even still, the cautiousness of her actions has her body impatient and unsatiated. She rubs slow, intentful circles against herself, the imaginary guard even pressing those perfect nails into the flesh of her asscheeks. It’s almost enough to phantom the pain, the sting still echoing in her shoulder acting as a surrogate. The twisting feeling builds in her gut with each stroke, but as she gets closer to her climax, she finds herself becoming hesitant. The urge to mewl and writhe under her own touch is clouding her brain. Gwess thinks she’d die if Jolyne found her out. She wouldn’t hear the end of it. The younger woman was much more covert about her own personal business. Usually, she was too. The girl could have just gone to the showers if it wasn’t a few minutes before lockdown, a particularly conniving coincidence that she doesn’t quite pick up on, but she was trapped. Trapped with Jolyne.
She’s thrown off of her groove, cupping a stifling hand over her mouth when she catches her thoughts putting Jolyne in Miu Miu’s place. Shit, shit, shit; she repeats the expletive to herself over and over in her own head. There can’t be two. She has to just be fog-brained. However, even if that were the case, then why are her fingers still fumbling around at her entrance? Why are they both getting her this excited? She attempts to let a controlled exhale out into her hand, but a tiny whine croaks out and pushes the boundaries of what might be audible. She feels it blooming in her. As her fingers work frantically amongst her most needy areas, she feels far too close to stop now.
She smothers herself against her pillow, unable to fully prevent a strangled groan as she cums against her own fingers. She can feel the goosebumps forming up her back as the almost heavenly feeling of release ripples through her. There isn’t much time for her to savor it, because above her she can hear the mattress squeaking and Jolyne setting her reading material aside.
“Gwess, are you sure you’re ok?” She asks with a questioning harshness.
The woman has to catch her breath, speedily removing the glistening hand from her underwear when Jolyne makes herself known again. She isn’t lucid enough to sound convincing, but she tries anyways.
“Mmn... N-... B-Bad cramp! Sorry!”
Gwess wanted to do her best to avoid all of this prison drama bullshit, but unfortunately, it found her first. A double-edged blade to a girl starving for attention.