"Madge, Lanny, and Jamie Makes Three" (from the RP "Behind Bars")

Note: This chapter begins with an edited down portion of a main thread reply found here. You will want to read all of this reply, though, as most of it (the last part) is brand new.


Day 6: The post-Casino Field Trip Feast

"Greetings," Charlie said to the 6 newly arrived as she approached them. "I'm Charlotte Higgins. I'm--"

She hesitated before using the word Warden, instead continuing, "You can call me Charlie. Everyone does. I'm the leader of this place, and yes, it was a prison, but it is no more."

Charlie offered her hand to the tall and incredibly sexy woman out front, who was obviously in charge. "Are you the leader?"

Lanny hesitated before taking the offered hand and responding. "No, not really. Well, sort of. We need food and water and a place to rest. We've been on the road for quite a while."

Before Lanny even finished talking, Madge was right there. "Hi, I'm Margaret ... Madge. Come, we'll get you what you need."

As Charlie was telling her to take the newcomers to one of the empty Staff Cabins, Madge caught the hungry look that Jamie was giving the Beauty Queen who'd suddenly joined the community. Madge wasn't typically the jealous type: she was usually the woman other females envied. This was a new feeling for her, and suddenly she was regretting having avoided, ignored, and even shunned Jamie over the past handful of days.

One of the newcomers -- Doc Michael's step-daughter, of all people -- peeled off to reunite with him. The others followed Madge to the tables to fill plates with food. With obvious disbelief, Lanny asked Madge, "Were you in jail here? A prisoner? I ask because, well, you're incredibly beautiful."

Madge laughed, a bit embarrassed and asking quickly, "Have you looked in a mirror lately, Lanny?

The latter of the two beauties had been on the road for a couple of weeks, needed a bath desperately, and wore clothes that carried the dust, mud, and stench of that long journey. Even so, the former of the two -- who'd, of course, cleaned up for the Feast and wore fresh, clean clothes from the Casino heist -- could see that under the filth was a woman who could easily have been gracing magazine covers, and not the Field and Stream types.

"Sort of," the former Assistant District Attorney replied to the question about living in Clark County Correctional. Madge explained about having been jailed for contempt of court and -- when the Red Flu hit -- being forgotten by the judge. "Charlie gave me the option to leave, of course, but ... I stuck around. I'm thinking that maybe her grand plan, her New Society, just might work."

As Lanny filled her own plate, Madge looked back again and found Jamie still ogling Lanny. She shook her head, walked up to him, stared him in the eyes with a scrutinizing glare, then asked, "If I invite you to help our new guests, do you think you can keep it in your pants."

As she was speaking the word it, Madge was jabbing her index finger in the direction of Jamie's groin.

Jamie really didn't know what to make of Madge. Earlier at the Casino they had a moment, or so he thought. They both had an eye for the finer things and had found themselves alone in front of the designer boutiques. Armani had been their first choice, and as he was quickly trying on a dark blue suit and black loafers, she had put on a LBD that could and would cause car wrecks. She had turned asking him help with the zipper, and as was his style Jamie simply said, "It depends which way...up or down?"

She had giggled, he even thought blushed, and hesitated a moment before answering. They had come back, but since then she had shown little interest in his overtures. Now most men, would not have expected a woman like Madge to be interested in him, but Jamie had been with many Madges, married one, and for every male cock she might have hardened with unrequited desire, he had left every bit if not more women wet.

So, it was with a bit of a bruised ego, he had gone with Steven to meet the visitors, and what an unexpected and welcome surprise Lanny had been. As attracted as Jamie had been, and still was, to Madge, he was a disciple of the many ships in the sea philosophy! He had laughed at Steven's remark, "I hope they are wildcats, it has been a while since I got a good scratch!" And off he went.

He was a bit disappointed that Madge had stepped to greet Lanny, common sense suggested he had a better chance if the two women were somewhat oblivious of his advances to each, but in this fishbowl that was unlikely. Oh well, Jamie approached the two women, but Madge cut him off, "If I invite you to help our new guests, do you think you can keep it in your pants."

Jamie laughed, it was a bit like the Armani question, "Well it depends what kind of help they need...and if the desire is in or out, but yes, I will behave, if that is what you want...are you sure that is what you want?" Jamie had the looks and charm to play these word games, he had done it so many times, at so many parties, the targets vaired...daughters and wives of friends, clients, or just the blonde at the bar all the other guys talked about, but only he approached, and more often than not took back to his room.

He saw the look in Madge's eye, and got serious, "I am just playing okay...yes, I will be good! What would you like me to do?"

Madge was becoming accustomed to Jamie's flirty responses, the latest ending with, "...I will behave, if that is what you want...are you sure that is what you want?"

She would have been a liar if she said she disliked Jamie or disliked his cockiness. She'd known many men like him, just as he had known many women like her. Pre-Red Flu, anywhere else but in Three-C, people would have said they'd been made for one another.

But this was neither the time nor place for Madge to fall for a smooth gentleman like Jamie Wall Street Adams, and -- ironically -- it wasn't because he was a White Collar criminal who'd cheated dozens if not hundreds of people out of millions of dollars and she was an Assistant District Attorney who'd helped put together the case against him because -- unbelievably! -- Madge didn't remember his case or him at all.

Later, when it finally came to her, she would feel like an idiot, a true 100% idiot. But right now, all she knew about him was that he was too slick and too handsome to be considered a potential mate to her. Jamie Adams was the kind of man you showed off to your upscale friend on the Broadway Show and dinner circuit for a couple of months, bedded a few times simply for the hopefully new and different sexual experiences, then didn't see again because one or the other of you simply stopped taking calls.

So ... why was Madge feeling the way she was when she saw Jamie look at this new woman the way he did? She'd had her chance to hook him today at the Casino or even earlier in the week when he'd flirted with her on a number of occasions. Why did she care now?

She didn't, she told herself as Jamie told her, "I am just playing okay...yes, I will be good! What would you like me to do?"

Madge studied him a moment, then asked him to help get the newcomers to the cabin with their food and drink. "And we need to get some clean clothes for them from A-Wing, but we'll have to have Charlie unlock it. I think Harvey locked it down."

They worked together to do just that, all the while Madge stealing glances at Jamie while he was stealing them at Lanny. For her part, Lanny seemed a bit uncomfortable with the attention she was getting from Jamie, a situation that she explained o Madge as they were heading for the cabin.

"I haven't had a real bath in over two weeks," she whispered, looking back at Jamie. After Madge assured her that the there were at least 3 empty cabins in which the 6 of them could get showers, not realizing that Charlie had already given one to Doc and Ashley, Lanny asked about Jamie with a bit of a flirty expression on her face, "So ... what's his story."

Madge contemplated her response before giving it: "Oh ... Jamie? Well, I dunno. Might want to just hold off getting too close to him for now."

As soon as she'd said it, Madge felt like a real heel. She'd shunned his advanced, and now she was warning this woman off why? Because she wanted him for herself? Or did she simply want him waiting in the wings for when she decided whether or not she wanted him at all?

They got to the cabin, where the children -- male and female tween siblings -- were given the bathrooms for baths first, while Lanny and Madge helped the two males to the bathroom of the second empty cabin. Meanwhile, the beauty whose career path had arced from Local Weathergirl and National News Anchor to Commercial Actress and SitCom Guest Star kept her distance from Jamie until she, too, had washed away the weeks worth of grime and stench.

The man who only had eyes for her -- well, and for Madge, too -- was still at the cabin helping out when she emerged from the bathroom wearing a tight fitting, spaghetti strap blouse that so showed off her wondrous C-cups, and a pair of silk pajama bottoms that fit loosely down her long legs but clung to her athletic ass like a dream.

"Thank you for your help tonight ... Jamie, right?" she greeted when she caught up to him in the dark outside the cabin, stepping up to offer her hand and finally make first contact with him in a formal way. Her long hair was still wet, now slicked back to her head but catching the cool breeze and wafting into her face. That cool breeze hardened the nipples of her unbridled breasts, for which there was no action other than to simply pretend they weren't there. "My name is Yolanda. Lanny Lanny Vance."

She thought for a moment that he might have recognized her name or -- now cleaned up and looking herself -- maybe even recognized her from her short time with CNN, her guest appearances on a handful of SitComs, or even her nationally aired commercials for products like perfume or services like the United Way.

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Jamie was outside, building a small fire in the somewhat rustic, but still functional firepit located between the two cabins the visitors had been located. He had piled up the wood and kindling and had just gotten the fire going. It was a cool April night, with clear skies and about a million stars glittering above and a 3/4 moon that was a deep orange just over the horizon.

He took a deep breath, and enjoyed it, it was...peaceful. What an odd sensation to feel after a day that began with more true excitement and danger than he had ever known. He had been scared shitless, but he created a bond with Diego and Steven, and actually hoped to work with the men in some way going forward. Steven was this wierd combination of men, Jamie liked older movies, and Steven was this oxymoronic combination of characters played by Steve McQeen and Clint Eastwood, or maybe Harrison Ford's Indiana Jones, but he was a no shit, man's man, and Jame suddenly regretted he wasn't more like that himself.

God knows he had a similar physcial profile to Steven, but while Steven had been some sort of bad ass soldier, Jamie had used his charm, intelligence and looks to scam people out of their money, mostly asshole rich guys, but still, he suddenly didn't like being WallStreet Jamie so much and well, maybe this place could give him a clean slate?

He hadn't started out as this guy, he had received the football scholarship to USC in the heyday, well a few years before the heyday, recruited by Paul Hackett, he was part of Pete Carrol's first few teams as the Trojans became the dominant team of the beginning of the new millenium. He was real, until he wasn't. It happened so fast and he wasn't even hit. Suddenly the junior all american safety, a lock to go in the first round of the NFL draft, his career was over. Sure he would do rehab, but his knee which once ran a 4.4 second forty yard dash, couldn't break, 4.8. What is the difference, well, one, the first, gets paid big money to play Sundays in THE LEAGUE, the other, he goes and gets his MBA and finds a new, less honest way to make a living.

Turns out, he was even a greater natural at making money, trading options, then he was at football, and the trades, they call it statistical arbitrage, gave him the same kick that slamming a receiver from UCLA as he crossed the middle once had. It wasn't the trade so much as the money, it was addictive, a total adrenaline rush...once again...until it wasn't, the markets got efficient, trades now turned upside, down, and the fortune he had made over his first ten years, was lost in two. You know the rest of the story...but it was that guy, first the football star, and then the Wall Street wiz kid, both with the great looks, that only had to throw out a cheesy line, flash that smile, and bed some of the best most beautiful women you ever saw...never did he have a real relationship, a woman, not even his wife, who hadn't fallen for the package, the lifestyle, just like he had.

So that was what he was thinking as he built the fire, maybe he didn't want to be Wall Street Jamie anymore, maybe, he wanted to get to know a woman, let him know her. And it was almost exactly that moment, that Lanny came up to him outside. "Thank you for your help tonight ... Jamie, right?" Hmmm, interesting question, "Yes, Jamie..." Nothing about who he was, what he was, no cheesy line, "Nice to meet you, uh..." It was nearly impossible not to stare at her chest, her 8th wonder of the world breasts, but he did, keeping eye contact, only a slight smile, not a single wink, "My name is Yolanda. Lanny Lanny Vance."

A million lines came to his mind, "Don't I recognize you from SC? You were a song girl right, weren't you Lanny?" To be a USC Song Girl was to be the fantasy of 100,000 screaming fans in the Los Angeles Coliseum every Saturday, and maybe another half a million men watching on TV. Girls who looked like Lanny, were song girls or their grown up equivalents...weather girls, actresses or the most popular associate at their consulting firm or pharmaceutical sales. He didn't use any of them...

"It was my pleasure, I am working with Steven, and you looked like you, or at least your crew needed help..." Jamie thought for a minute, "Wait here would you, I have something from earlier..." He hustled off to his stash and came back with three items that didn't seem like they belonged together. A bag of cheddar popcorn, a bottle of bergundy, and a sweatshirt. A big, you could cover up anything you needed to, sweatshirt.

He found her by the fire, "Are you up for talking, getting to know each other?" He held up the food, "I've got treats..." He did smile then, as he tossed her the sweatshirt, "But, if we are going to do this, I need you to cover those up, because, I really would like to know your story...but those...." He did allow himself one brief look, "Those...are dangerous to a man's hearing!" He held out his hand, and waited to see if she might want to meet, Jamie, the real Jamie?

"Don't I recognize you from SC?" Jamie asked Madge after having a moment to admire her appearance. "You were a Song Girl right, weren't you Lanny?"

She smiled wide, blushing in the darkness at Jamie recognizing her from her college years which seemed so very long, long ago. But instead of confirming what he'd hit right on the nose, Lanny said, "Thanks for the compliment, but no. I must just have one of those faces."

It wasn't just her face that Jamie had recognized, of course, as he revealed a moment later when he brought her a large man's sweater and told her, "But, if we are going to do this, I need you to cover those up..."

Without a great deal of tact -- in Lanny's opinion -- Jamie gave her generous, Goddess-like bosom a glance and gesture, finishing, "...because, I really would like to know your story...but those ... those...are dangerous to a man's hearing!"

Lanny could have reacted in a number of ways, some of which would have certainly let Jamie know that she thought he was being inappropriately blunt. But honestly, how did she think he was going to react when she came out into the dark of the night wearing what she was wearing?

Lanny had always found women who dressed sexily and then chastised men for looking at them as reviling. What was fair about putting your tits on full display in a skimpy blouse or your ass as such in a thong and then telling a guy he's a pig for noticing. Bitches!

Instead, Lanny pulled the oversized sweatshirt down over her body, hiding her flesh but certainly not the mounds themselves. Again, she could have said sorry or asked better? but instead only asked, "So, how's jail compare to a penthouse condominium?"

She smiled wider, adding, "Yes, I recognize you, Jamie Wall Street Adams."

Lanny had been a professional journalist and had interviewed men who'd ranged from crash site heroes to battle field terrorist commanders. She knew how to keep her emotions in check. So when she asked the question of him, she showed no signs of being critical, entertained, curious, etc.: she simply asked the question and waited to see what his response was.

Jamie didn't play cat and mouse, making a woman think he didn't notice and appreciate her obvious assets, but his giving of the sweater was a gesture to say, he wasn't being his normal self, interested in one thing, the fastest way to enjoy the pleasure between her legs. It was the first step of creating an honest and candid, and eventually trusting relationship between Jamie Adams and Lanny Vance.

The next was her next statement, "So, how's jail compare to a penthouse condominium?...Yes, I recognize you, Jamie Wall Street Adams." So much for a clean slate, or so it seemed, it was a bit of a gut punch, but Jamie didn't show it. "So, we're being honest...good!" He opened his hand hoping she would take it, and they walked over to the fire pit where they were lucky to be the only ones.

"Hmmm, well, the view is not near as good, and the bed sucks in comparison, and well, there is no bar, just the occasional bottle to share..." To which he pulled out a cork screw and opened the burgendy, letting it breathe a moment. "But you know, I hated my life, not that I wanted to get caught, but I'm glad I was...believe it or not. I'm not old..." He looked at Lanny, "Well, fuck, maybe compared to you I am, but I don't feel old. I am in almost as good of shape as when I played at SC, and I want to see if I can have a life, maybe a girl...a real girl" He looked at her, it wasn't as forward as it seemed, and he didn't necessarily mean her, he barely knew her, but he wanted something real. "So how does it compare, all in all, not bad?"

He poured two glasses of wine, "Okay, your turn." He paraphrase a line from an old movie, "What is a girl like you, doing in a place like this?" But before she could answer, he cut her off, "Oh, and since we are being honest, you were a song girl, I was at the Holiday Bowl in 2014, I was on the sideline and I saw you, I couldn't miss you. I spent one hell of a lot more time watching you than I did Kessler..." Jamie was referring to Condy Kessler the USC quarterback at the time. "So, how about we be real with each other, your real is a hell of a lot more to be proud of than mine is...and I want to know the real you."

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Lanny couldn't help but smile at Jamie's description of his new life behind bars. When he spoke of seeking a good woman, she tempered her delight, fearful -- rightfully so -- that he was thinking that maybe that woman was her. The last thing Lanny wanted in her life right now was a guy.

Still, she couldn't help but imagine being naked with Jamie, getting it on. It had been a while since she'd been with a man, at least by choice. Her last two fucks had been in payment, one for safe passage after being captured by armed men and one for a supply of food, water, and other goods.

Then he confronted her about lying regarding her time as a Song Girl. "...I want to know the real you."

She blushed at being caught in her lie, and knowing she couldn't very well continue to support it, she told him, "Sure, I was one the Cheer Squad at USC. I was there on a Journalism scholarship. Got a BA in that, then a Masters in International Politics.

"I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to do when I graduated," she said with a twinge of regret. She wasn't going to tell Jamie this, but she'd remained in California for a guy, who she'd later caught in bed with twin escorts he'd won in a bet with his Law Firm work buddies. "I got a job in Memphis as a weather girl at WTNA News. If I'd known how many tits and ass jokes I was going to suffer through being at a station with that call sign, I would have gotten a waitressing job at the local Hooters, where I would at least be getting paid big tips to flash my tits.

"After that came a stint as a weekend reporter in Chicago, then a features reporter in Dallas, weekend anchor in Atlanta, and finally -- my last news job for a while -- a Replacement Anchor position in the Big Apple.

"I landed some commercials, guest starred in a handful of SitComs, sometimes as myself and almost always scantily clad. I was offered a cool mil' to pose for Playboy, both in print and online, but I passed.

"Last job before the Red Flu was as an Overseas Correspondent gig with CNN. I was in Damascus when the 101st Airborne took the city to finally bring an end to the civil war there. Two years I ran about that place, getting shot at and narrowly escaping one IED after another, not to mention suicide bombers, only to nearly get killed by a mortar shell as I was about to board a C-17 for home."

She turned her backside to Jamie and patted her thigh, right beneath a full, shapely ass cheek. "Nice little scar here. A Medical Team on the plane has some rather juicy pics of me laying face down, naked from the waist down, as they removed a piece of shrapnel from my leg."

Lanny laughed, remembering the Officer in Charge telling the amateur photographers to delete the pics from their phones, only to have her tell them, "No, no, keep'em. You deserve a souvenir."

She finished, drank from her glass, and studied Jamie's expression. She thought she could see that he wasn't entirely happy with her synopsis of her life, as it had been entirely about the career side of it. She continued, "On the personal side ... I'm single -- always have been, likely always will be -- and I like men, contrary to some of the social media posts out there about me and that Runner up to the Miss America pageant or that Olympic tennis player."

The rumors about her being sexually involved with each of the women were in fact true. But Lanny didn't speak about her private life as it was private. Plus, she wasn't a lesbian or even a bisexual; those encounters had simply been Lanny partaking of new experiences.

And to make sure that Jamie understood that he wasn't getting lucky tonight, Lanny added, "And while I like men ... I'm not looking to hook up with one. Not at this time, at least."

Jamie was interested in Lanny's story, hanging on every word, filling their glasses again as she spoke of her career progression. He found himself biting his lip as she explained her injury, and laughed at her response to the men taking pictures of her exposed, and undoubtedly gorgeous bottom. Yet, he just listened, made not one clever comment about how he would love to soothe her wounds, and explore her tender folds.

When she was done, he reciprocated, spoke of his love of football, the anguish of a career cut abruptly and brutally short by injury, how he love SC, considered acting himself, but could not replicate the adrenaline junkie in him that way. How finance, the thrill of the deal and the immediate gratification of the instantaneous wealth creation of a trade had given him that, lured him in.

He gave her a quick, very quick education of the evolution and maturation of the financial markets and their off spring, derivatives. Derivatives are the new securities that are created and traded from the underlying securities. The most common form were options, puts and calls that allowed you to purchase or sell a specific stock or bond or commodity at a given price for a period of time. If you held an option to buy at price X and the market for that good rose above X you were "in the money" but with much better leverage. Futures, worked much the same way, and all were designed to provide risk management capabilities but found they created markets of their own frought with high wire risk and speculation.

Jamie explained, how he had won, become "Wall Street Jamie" and then how he had lost, chased and lost even worse, until in pure desperation he devised his ponzi scheme. He told it matter of factly, Lanny was smart and understood, he was not proud.

"Now I am here, working with Steven, I respect him, I actually feel I am doing something worthwhile. Do I miss that life, not really. I knew I was running on borrowed time, waiting to get caught is a shitty way to live. My wife leaving me was expected, of course, she was not innocent either, she had long known and helped be recruit and seduce customers. You may have met her, Gabrielle was a song girl too...she would have been about 8 years older than you, but she went back on campus a lot for alumni events?"


What Jamie didn't say was his wife had been little more than a glorified whore, so afraid of losing the lifestyle she loved, she was happy to sell her body, her mouth, her cunt, to help him procure another whale to fleece within his scheme. Jamie didn't know at first, he thought they were men she had met in her marketing career, until one day he came home to find his wife tied up, and loving every minute of it, in their marital bed. Yet when the shit hit the fan, she was the first and most vocal in turning state's evidence against him.

He talked a bit about SC, some of the bars he had liked best, it was the time he liked remembering most, when he was the person he liked most. It wasn't because of the fame, he honestly cared little for the glory days, it was just when he had felt most light hearted and happy. He heard her warning, "And while I like men ... I'm not looking to hook up with one. Not at this time, at least."

He smiled, "Dont get me wrong, I'm not in any hurry either, although damn it has been a long time. And when I mentioned the right women, don't freak out, I was not meaning you, it is just, I realize I never have had a real relationship, part of me wonders what that might be like. My guess is though, I will never be attracted to that kind of girl, but who know, maybe others are questioning priorities in their live's too?" He looked up and looked at Lanny, wondering if that statement held any relevance to her.

It was getting late, "I should get you back, you need to tuck in some of those younger ones, how did you end up with them anyway?" The fire would burn out on its own, and he stood up and helped Lanny up, looking into her eyes. "I swear, I am not trying to hook up tonight, but..." He gripped her at her waist and began to pull her in, sensing no real resistance he kept going and gave a woman the first real kiss he had in a long time. God damn, it did feel good, almost better than he imagined, her lips soft, her tongue tempting...they kissed for a second and then he slowly released her. "....I had to do that....thank you...I won't try again." He slid his hand to the small of her back and walked her the few short steps to her cabin, before heading back toward his prison room, it was only then he saw Madge across the courtyard standing alone, "Good night!" he called out and smiled a bit embarrassed, but wondered how much she saw, or even cared?

(OOC: I'm going to make a slight change to how your post above ended because Lanny would have reacted in a different way. Not a big deal.)


Lanny's knowledge of high finance only went as deep as she'd once needed for a freelance story she'd produced for NPR Radio, but her knowledge of Ponzi schemes went much deeper as she'd been part of the writing and reporting team for a series of stories on that. Ironically, it hadn't been Jamie's scheme, which had been a much bigger deal altogether.

When he mentioned his former and now presumed-to-be-dead wife, Gabrielle, Lanny turned her head away to inconspicuously hide a smile she was afraid she couldn't cease from spreading her lips. Yeah, Lanny knew of the woman alright, intimately so.

Lanny had met the woman she'd known as Gabby at a party where the former was doing undercover investigation and the latter was getting close to yet another potential investor. The two of them then spent a weekend at a private club in the Florida keys with Gabby's target and his brother, not as two pairs of lovers but as a foursome that mixed and matched over 50 some hours of fun in and out of the sun.

Lanny hadn't intended to go so far to get her story, but she'd enjoyed herself tremendously. She'd enjoyed multiple orgasms provided by each of her three companions, and in the end, she'd gotten her story and Gabby had gotten her financial commitment.

Lanny had only come to realize who Gabrielle was a year later, and she'd honestly forgotten her until the man before her spoke her name and her connection to the Song Girls organization. She was tempted to tell Jamie about the encounter, now knowing what he felt and knew about his wife's previous dealings within his financial dealings. But she kept that information to herself, for now at least.

As they prepared to leave, Jamie's arm was suddenly about Lanny's waist and his lips were finding her own. She reacted with a bit of a surprised start but did not resist; the kiss was more than casual but less than erotic, and -- as Jamie himself was thinking -- it was nice, was welcomed, and was badly needed.

"I had to do that," Jamie said when their mouths parted. "Thank you...I won't--"

Jamie didn't finish his promise, stopped by the hand that crossed his cheek with a slapping sound that echoed through the quiet night off the nearby cabins. Ironically, Lanny did nothing to separate their bodies; she didn't push away or force his arm from around her waist.

"Don't do that again," she said in a soft tone, adding after a moment of just staring into his eyes, "unless I tell you to do it again..."

Then, leaning in, she gave him a second soft kiss with slightly parted lips, telling him, "...or you might not like how it turns out."

She finally pushed away, turned, and as she departed with a bit of sway in her hips -- that beautiful ass bouncing in the tight fitting sweat bottoms -- Lanny casually said over her shoulder, "Good night, Jamie."

From the darkness a few dozen yards away, Madge had witnessed the encounter from the kiss and subsequent slap. She would have laughed about the other woman's reaction to Jamie's obviously inappropriate and forward action if she hadn't been jealous about him kissing Lanny in the first place.

Jamie caught sight of Madge, and before he walked away into the night he called out to her, "Good night!"

She was tempted to go after him, to maybe make her own play for his affections. But, like Lanny, Madge was hungry for a man's attentions but at the same time unsure of whether she was ready to commit herself to such a man, even if it was only for as long as it took to explode in a badly needed orgasm.

Jamie didn't finish his promise, stopped by the hand that crossed his cheek with a slapping sound that echoed through the quiet night off the nearby cabins. Ironically, Lanny did nothing to separate their bodies; she didn't push away or force his arm from around her waist.

"Don't do that again," she said in a soft tone, adding after a moment of just staring into his eyes, "unless I tell you to do it again..."

Jamie was startled but certainly not taken aback, his move probably did deserve a slap, but the fact she didn't push away said a whole lot more. Then, leaning in, she gave him a second soft kiss with slightly parted lips, telling him, "...or you might not like how it turns out."

Jamie only smiled, "Well I like how it turned out that time!? He winked, but what he didn't say was what else he was thinking and what he would dream about later. Lanny, just might like it a little rough, nothing crazy, but walking a line of intensity that could be oh so good. No, Lanny probably wan't the girl he had spoken about, the one where he might find a real relationship, but she had potential to be one hell of a fuck, which was like finding an oasis in the desrert for a man who had been sent to prison.

Part of Jamie hoped Madge had seen what happened, not necessarily the slap, unless she saw what followed to. Now Madge, she might be a little different, and he slowed a bit, hoping she might follow or call back out in response to his "Good night!", but nothing.

Jamie was still stuck in his cell, but he had now made it a little more comfortable, and for the first time in a long a smile. He felt so good, he actually slept naked, he liked sleeping that way, particularly with something firm and sexy pressed against him, but hopefully that wasn't far off. Last night he had zero prospects in his sights, tonight he had two. And while he didn't think of them together, he would learn in the not too distant future he hadn't been thinking progressively enough, and for Jamie, that was also almost unheard of.

He slept like a baby, when sleeping on his right side, he dreamed of Madge, on his left, Lanny, on his stomach Madge, and on his back, most definitely Lanny, with her slapping his face and diggin in her heels like she was a world's class jockey and he was fucking Secretariat! In the morning he even woke up hard, and that was also a sign that his life was turning around. After breakfast, if all went well, he hoped to find Steven and see about a job, and after that, perhaps one of the ladies might be available?

Lanny had returned to Cabin #11 without looking back. That didn't mean she hadn't wanted to peek to Jamie, though. He was a bad boy, she knew that, and not just because he was -- or had been -- locked up behind bars. She'd known men like him in the past, and -- presuming that the Human Race didn't go extinct -- she would known men like him in the future. The only question was: did she want to know him in the present?


Still just standing in the darkness, Madge finally started a determined walk to Cabin #7. Neither of her roommates had returned from the Feast yet, which allowed Madge the opportunity for a hot shower and a quick fondling of her clit. She contained her moans as best she could, only to eventually exit from the bathroom to find both Betty and Molly sitting by their own warm hearth, peeking back at her and laughing.

"Oh ... just ... fuck off," Madge growled. But then she couldn't help but laugh, too. She grumbled just loud enough for them to hear, "Whores..."

The pair at the hearth laughed, knowing that Madge -- and most of the population -- knew well enough about them and their sex lives: Betty had screamed so loudly and so often last night with Doc that half the prison population had heard her; and Molly had been seen sneaking out of Lou and Chloe's cabin bright an early one morning a few days ago, partaking of the Walk of Shame.

Taking a seat near them, Madge found herself being grilled about Jamie, who both of her roommates had rightfully presumed was the focus of her masturbatory fantasies in the shared shower. She denied it at first, but her expressions and body language only verified their accusations.

"The man's a fucking criminal," she said as the three passed about a pint of Schnapps. "I'm an ADA, or at least I was one. I have no reason being--"

"But they're all fucking criminals," Betty reminded her. "I mean, unless you're gonna bang the Chef--"

"Charlie's been there, done that," Molly cut in, laughing. She finished Betty's thought, "or Hairy Harvey."

All three of them in harmony sing-songed, "Ewwww...!"

They laughed and talked inappropriately for more than an hour before finally slinking off to the Queen sized bed in the main room. They all cuddled up together, made bad jokes about lesbian threesomes -- playfully groping and slapping mostly bare butts -- then quickly passed out from the excess of alcohol.

(OOC: The post above ended Day 6, the day of the Casino Field Trip and -- later -- the arrival of Lanny, Ashley, and 4 others happened during the post-CFT feast. I'm just trying to help with keeping the time line straight. The Ass, Gas, or Grass mission doesn't occur until Day 10.)

Day 7, Morning:

At just past 7am, Madge awoke to sounds out on the prison grounds. (She would learn they were shutting down the diesel power generator in exchange for the gasoline powered one.) She sat up, grimacing at the pounding in her head. She was in only her panties and bra, and flanking her were Betty and Molly, each of them scantily clad as well.

For a moment, she thought that maybe they'd had a lesbian threesome after too many drinks the night before. Then she remembered it had only been too many drinks, and -- honestly -- she was a little bit disappointed.

"Get up, you lazy fuckers," she growled, pushing and slapping the other women until each was semi-conscious. "Rise and shine, it's a new day."

She threw back the bedding and crawled off the bed, then pulled the bedding to the floor when she saw that the others were drifting back to sleep. "Wake the fuck up!"

Madge padded off to the other room to start a pot of coffee, the headed for the shower. She'd barely finished and was only just stepping out of the stall when Molly -- now just as naked -- playfully slapped her on the butt as she entered the stall, saying, "My turn."

"Boundaries, girl, boundaries," Madge said. She hadn't been a real inmate at Three-C and hadn't lived with the lack of privacy and the overfamiliarity of women sharing facilities and personal moments like they were back in high school gym class. And yet, she playfully reached up to tweak one of the redhead's nipples, causing her to squeal, then laugh, repeating, "Boundaries!"

Even as they were still laughing, Betty arrived to drop her panties, sit on the pot, and begin peeing. The other two looked at each other, then laughed, as Betty was the only one of the three of them who hadn't been an inmate at all!

Forty minutes later, they were heading out of the cabin together, and shortly after that, they were heading off toward their own destinations: Molly to the Administration Office, Betty to the Infirmary, and Madge...?

Well, the former Assistant District Attorney had a meeting with Warden Higgins regarding the newest Clark County Corrections inmate, former CO and wannabe Warden, Walter Johnson. The two women spoke for a couple of hours about Walter's future, which included a trial and punishment.

Once they were finished, Madge headed for breakfast ... where she found Lanny Vance just sitting down across the table from Jamie Adams.


Lanny's morning had been another sort of morning mayhem, as her roomies included two partially disabled men and two tween siblings, all four of whom had teased her about having a new b-o-o-o-o-y friend. She had expected them to want to go for breakfast, but the others were still exhausted or simply unsure of this whole living-in-a-prison thing.

She helped the 55 year old Cooper don his prosthetic leg. It was a war injury from 20 years earlier, though, that was all Lanny knew about it. She then helped the one armed Holden dress himself. The 60 year old had lost his arm just four months ago in an auto accident during the mayhem of a Red Flu riot. He was still leaning how to deal with having only one hand to live a two handed life.

After she got the children dressed and sat them down to a stack of animated DVDs someone had found, Lanny went off to breakfast on her own, where she found the man she'd kissed sitting pretty much alone. She sat opposite him, saying nothing at first and only glancing at him with a sly smirk.

"I'm not just going to sleep with you because you have a pretty smile and kiss nicely," she finally whispered after looking around for and not finding any obvious eavesdroppers. As she toyed her fork upon a rather surprisingly wonderful looking omelet, Lanny said, "I don't know you ... and I don't fuck men I don't know."

She stuffed some egg into her mouth, chewed, swallowed, then smiled. "So ... if you're wanting to get me out of my panties ... I guess you're going to have to work at making sure I know you."

Jamie wasn't sure why, but Steven felt like an older brother to him, the older brother he had never had, he had gone to look for him when he woke up, knocking on his cabin door. His niece Jessi, answered the door, and...WOW! Jamie wasn't sure how he had missed her when they arrived, but...well, WOW! This stunning, barely 18 year old girl answered the door, "You, live here?" There was a second there that Jamie forgot all about both Madge and Lanny, the exact reasons he had knocked on Steven's door this morning.

"Stop it, this one's mine!" He heard Steven bellar from behind and the girl gave way, giggling a little as he passed. "Jesus Jamie, aren't those other two enough, this is a small community, not LA, you can't have your...tongue hanging out after every attractive woman, or you aren't getting any, I don't care how fucking good looking you are!"

This is why Jamie was here, he needed advice, and the man he most respected was the chef. For fifteen minutes the Seal talked to him about trying to get real with himself, stop fucking playing games and being a player. That shit wouldn't play here, and he was going to end up alone with his right hand or the Madam's best customer.

Steven was sitting there, no shirt, ice on his shoulder, and he still looked like the scariest, baddest son of a bitch Jamie had ever seen. When "the talk" was done, Jamie vowed to play it straight, or as straight as he knew how. Just before he left he asked the Seal for a job, he wanted to learn from the man, maybe be one of the guardians of the perimeter. Steven said he could consider it, but he needed some humility first, so this afternoon, Jamie would be peeling potatoes.

Jamie had been replaying the morning's conversation in his mind when Lanny sat down. He had been so focused, he didn't see her until she sat down, and for a guy who always kept his eyes looking for opportunity, maybe that was a start? However, once she was there, he couldn't think of anything else, how did he actually try to get to know a woman. He saw her glancing at him, and knew that was good, but he let her take the lead, as Steven had suggested.

"I'm not just going to sleep with you because you have a pretty smile and kiss nicely," Nicely! Well that hurt, but Jamie simply looked up crooking his brow, "I don't know you ... and I don't fuck men I don't know." A smile crossed his lips, masquerading the doubt, Lanny had hinted at a wild side, and well, that often precluded in depth knowledge.

But he just looked, so far, this was actually going well... "So ... if you're wanting to get me out of my panties ... I guess you're going to have to work at making sure I know you."

Jamie decided to quote from the Jim Carey character in Dumb and Dumber, "Sooo...you're saying there's a chance?" He winked. "Hmmm, know the real me, that could be pretty scary kids...."

He was trying to use humor to deflect, but then he stopped, and actually looked into her eyes. "I think I can do that, hmmm...so how far back do you want to go?"

The truth was Jamie wasn't always Jamie, as a kid he had been kind of a nerd, okay, not kind of, a nerd. He had always been good at math, a bit of a rainman, absent the autism. Give him any two numbers and he could multiply them as fast as most could punch into a calculator. He had grown up in a small midwestern town, and then when he was in fifth grade his father forced him to go out for football, and he actually liked it?

It was weird, he had spent the first 11 years of his life trying to blend into the woodwork and suddenly he found himself in the spotlight and loving it. He told her about high school, how he actually tried to act stupid to be cool, but still got good grades. He had been a virgin until he was 17, and yes it was a cliche, but he had finally lost it junior prom to a senior girl, who he finally had the guts to ask out. How college had been the first place it was actually fun to be both a jock and smart.

And then, how crushing it had been to get injured, she knew the rest of the story, but he let her ask questions and answered honestly, expressed insecurities, told things he never told anyone. He was shocked how good it felt in lots of ways, she might not like him but at least he was honest.

Jamie bit his lip at the end, "So, any more questions?"

"Sooo...you're saying there's a chance?"

Lanny couldn't help but laugh as she, too, was familiar with the line and, surprising, Jamie had somehow mirrored Carey's tone and cadence almost perfectly. She clarified, "Slim. Less than Lloyd's chances probably."

She didn't mean it, of course. She did mean that she didn't just jump into bed with any ol' good looking guy, so Jamie wasn't going to just gesture toward his bed and get laid. But, even now, Lanny had a pretty good idea that they'd be bumping uglies soon enough, so long as the man didn't do something entirely stupid ... say, bump his ugly against another woman's in the meantime.

That other woman whose ugly Jamie had wanted to bump remained as inconspicuous as she could as she entered the Dining Hall to fill a tray with breakfast foods. She only glanced the couple's direction when she had another person in between her and them, wanting it to appear that they weren't the subject of her attention.

Madge couldn't understand why she was feeling so jealous about Jamie and the attention he was showing the other woman. Madge was an incredibly beautiful woman and she could have any man in the prison or, maybe, any man still left alive outside of it, for that matter.

So, why -- after rejecting Jamie so often -- did she suddenly want to grab his hand, lead him off to her bed in the Staff Cabins, and rip his clothes off for an hour or two long session of hot, steamy sex? She didn't want to admit that it was because he now had another beautiful woman interested in him, but she knew it was.

At the table across the Dining Hall, Jamie said to Lanny, "Hmmm, know the real me, that could be pretty scary kids...."

Lanny listened to him talk about his childhood and the battle between using his brain and his body to make himself known. He actually admitted to being a virgin until he was 17, finally getting lucky at the prom, as so many high schoolers had, including Lanny.

He talked about how his injury had changed his life, ultimately leading to him being here in Three-C, if you thought about the chain of events.

"So, any more questions?"

Lanny stared Jamie in the eyes for a long moment, a thoughtful, almost flirty expression in her eyes. Then, glancing past his head for a moment to the young beauty at a distant table who was pretending not to be interested in what was happening here at this table, Lanny looked back into Jamie's mesmerizing, pale blue eyes, she asked softly, "If you had to choose between fucking me or Madge ... who would you choose? Because, Jamie ... you're gonna have to choose. I don't share well."

The truth was both correct and incorrect, actually. No, Lanny didn't share men with other women, as in I'll fuck you Friday, she can fuck you Saturday. However, there had been more than one occasion in her past when Lanny had shared a man with another woman together on a Friday and then again on a Saturday.

But one thing she didn't do was sleep with a liar and a cheat. If Jamie wanted to part her thighs and then part another's legs behind her back, he was going to wake up one morning to find a -- what did they call'em in prison? -- a shiv at the base of his cock as she reminded him I warned you about this, didn't I?

"If you had to choose between fucking me or Madge ... who would you choose? Because, Jamie ... you're gonna have to choose. I don't share well."

Well, he had asked if she had more questions, and now here he was, was he a new man or not? He knew well what the old Jamie would have said, whatever he thought was most likely to get her into bed, and she had basically given him the answer to the test, she didn't share. Although he somehow doubted that, not necessarily that she like to share, more a sense that her appetites were as strong, and perhaps even more varied than his own.

"I know what I should say, but I am not going to say it, I am going to tell you the truth. I am just getting to know both of you, and I am not even sure yet if we will like each other, as anything more than playmates, and maybe not even that, given my answer. But...I am dying, would probably kill, sell my soul if I still have one, to fuck either of you...and my greatest fantasy, is to fuck both of you together...a good time had by all!" He laughed. "My God Lanny, who more...ask me if I like Cabernet or Scotch more? ... Maine Lobster or Kobe Beef...all are spectacular, delicious and leave you craving more!",

But then he reached out his hand and took hers, "but if I get a chance to be with either of you, this is my promise, I will not fuck around with the other one behind your back....I won't humiliate you or dishonor you like that. This is a small place, and if we fuck, everyone will know. So I will go on a pure seafood diet, unless or until, the lobster would like to mutually enjoy some surf and turf..."

"...I am going to tell you the truth," Jamie said.

Lanny couldn't help but smile at that. For most men, that usually meant they were about to say something they wanted to believe was the truth but was actually something that would prove to be a lie in short order.

He went on to talk about how he was only just getting to know both Lanny and Madge. They he surprised Lanny a bit by saying he would sell his soul to fuck either of them, adding, "...and my greatest fantasy, is to fuck both of you together...a good time had by all!"

He spat out some gibberish using comparisons between the two women and fine food and drink, then swore he would never lie to either her or Madge about whether or not he was fucking the other.

"I won't humiliate you or dishonor you like that," he said.

"Well, I appreciate that," she responded with a rather wry tone. She glanced at Jamie's other lust-target again, finding her still pretending to be not studying the couple. "And I'm sure Madge would appreciate that, too."

Then, standing and taking her tray with her, she said before departing, "Maybe I should ask her for her opinion on the matter, Jamie. You know, just to make sure that she isn't willing to share you ... like I'm not."

She strode away, not looking back. Lanny didn't know how she felt about the situation with Jamie, and she wasn't the kind to rush into anything, like she'd already told the man. She'd take the day, maybe more, to consider what he'd said and what she thought he was thinking behind those words.

OOC: This post takes up days later than the post above, during the "Ass, Gas, or Grass" mission. 10 members of the prison's population have gone to Harrisville to scavenge for supplies, believing the town to be empty but instead finding it protected by the Harrisville Guard, a militia made up of primarily locals, headed by Nadine Hamilton P).

This reply begins after this post in the main thread.


"Let's go shopping," Lanny said over the hood of the pickup truck to Jamie. When their escort said that most of the buildings in and around downtown had already been pillaged through, Lanny told the man, "Still, you and those other guys may have left things behind that you didn't see as valuable but which we might."

When she said those other guys, Lanny was speaking specifically of the New American Brotherhood and of Walter Johnson's group of thugs, many of whom had been killed at the Casino during the Field Trip.

When she said things you don't see as valuable but which we might, Lanny meant things like normal every day civilian clothing. The Residents only had three types of clothing to really choose from at the moment: prison issue garb, of which there was plenty; the civilian clothing that many of the inmates had been wearing when they reported for the beginning of their sentences, which had recently been liberated by Charlie from the storage building; and the fancy dress-type wardrobes that had been stolen from the Casino.

Lanny knew that what they really needed was working clothes, for the farm, for industrial maintenance, for lounging about the grounds and the tavern, and more.

She also knew that Madam Maria's girls -- and some of the other women who weren't selling their bodies for chips -- wanted underclothes that made them feel more lady-like than the standard prison issue sports bras and granny panties.

"This was a boarding house," their escort told them as he led them up the steps of an ancient looking three story building that took up half a city block. "I'm sure you can have just about anything you want from this place. We've already taken all the food, alcohol, drugs, and guns."

Once inside the lobby, the man -- his name was Marvin -- plopped down into a dusty old arm chair, gesturing, "Go ahead. Bad knee. Just, if you collect stuff, I have to see it before it leaves the building."

Jamie didn't know that Steven was taking care of him, but he should have guessed, as he and Steven had had an interesting discussion earlier, a bit of a Faustian deal where Jamie would provide a "beard" for the relationship Steven wanted with his niece. He still wasn't sure how he would explain this to Lanny, or Madge, if that ever even mattered, but he had agreed. Frankly the idea that people would think he was the one fucking the incredibly hot niece of Steven's could only be seen as a compliment, other than again, to Lanny and Madge. He would cover that later.

When they were given freedom to roam, Jamie was thrilled, but when he realized they were going to have a chaperone, he was less sure. "This was a boarding house," The man had stopped in front of a three story brick building. "You mean this is mostly filled with bedrooms?" Jamie asked while giving a quick wink to Lanny. "it may take us some time to go through all of these."

The question was how to lose the voyeur to what Jamie desperately hoped was the consummation of their flirting into the next and hopefully prolonged phase of a highly intimate and erotic relationship. Fortunately that problem provided it's own solution, as Marvin sat down almost immediately once inside, "Go ahead. Bad knee. Just, if you collect stuff, I have to see it before it leaves the building."

Jamie gave him a pat on the back, "No problem, played football myself, my knee still bothers me some." It was not true, Jamie was in near perfect shape, but he wanted to bond with the big man in some way. "Let's go, I say we start at the top..." He said and then almost took off in a sprint to begin their festivities.

At the farthest room down the hallway on the third floor, Jamie went into a room. Inside he found a king sized brass bed, and immediately sat down on the mattress. He bounced up and down, nice springs, not loud, this could do. Lanny must have gone somewhere else or had not been in the same sort of hurry he was. However, as he hoped, he went into the tall dresser and in the bottom drawer was a folded set of clean sheets and pillow cases.

One thing Jamie had learned to do in prison was make a bed, not that he hadn't as a kid, but for most of his adult life he had live in servants. Lickity split he took the old sheets off and tossed them in the closet and put on new, nice, clean white sheets and pillow cases. While it sure as hell wasn't The Four Seasons, even he had to admit, it was pretty decent.

Still no sign of Lanny, he stuck his head out the door to the hallway, "Lanny...come on down here, I've got a surprise...." He had already peeled off his shirt as he heard her approaching...

"You mean this is mostly filled with bedrooms?"

Lanny shot her fellow scavenger a look and a gentle shake of her head. What he meant, of course, was You mean this is mostly filled with BEDS. She knew as well as Jamie did that they had reached that point where they were going to consummate their relationship. Lanny had already been pretty sure it was going to happen on the Ass, Gas, or Grass mission, and now she was pretty sure it was going to happen imminently.

She was happy about that, of course. Jamie had shown himself over the past few days to be worthy of her sexual attention. He'd seemed to have given up his chase for Madge, though -- to be honest -- Lanny wasn't entirely certain that Madge have given up her chase for Jamie.

Still, Lanny was here with Jamie and Madge wasn't.

"It may take us some time to go through all of these," Jamie was saying about the three floors of rooms.

Again, Lanny was interpreting silently in her head: "It may take us some time to finish fucking each other.

She didn't chase off up the stairs as her future lover did, though, instead taking her time to peek in through some of the doors at what the rooms might have to offer. Many of the doors were unlocked, some of them open wide. Others were locked, which left Lanny wondering whether they'd even been checked yet.

It was an old building without the security of the modern era of fire doors and dead bolts. She easily gave one of the locked doors on the 2nd floor near the stairwell a firm shoulder, and it popped open far more easily than she'd expected.

Inside, Lanny found that this was a room in which a woman -- likely single, divorced, or widowed -- had lived long term, likely for years. The room was beautifully decorated and well stocked, with not just a closet full of clothing but a stand alone oak wardrobe and two dressers as well.

She poked through the dresser drawers, learning from what she found that the woman was older than she herself but close in physical size. Lanny chose some items, laid them out on the bed, then checked the hallway and closed the door once more to change.

Minutes later, once again wearing her long coat to hide what was underneath, she found Jamie sticking his head out of a third floor room, calling, "Lanny...come on down here, I've got a surprise...."[/b]

By the time she reached the door, his fit upper half was already on display for her. Lanny entered, closed the door behind her, hesitated to give her soon-to-be-lover a good once over look, then opened her jacket and let it fall to the floor about her feet.

Lanny asked playfully as Jamie got his chance to ogle her instead, "Does it make make me look fat?

Jamie had no idea that while he had been doing a bit of housekeeping, Lanny had been doing some preparation of her own. To be honest, he wasn't even sure they were 100% aligned that this was going to happen NOW! It had been a long time, and there was a part of Jamie that was as nervous as a high school kid headed out on his first real date!

Except, he was no high school kid, and when Lanny walked in the doorway, and he saw the look in her eyes, the way her eyes enjoyed his body, he had no doubt how this was going to end, where was a different question? While he had taken the time to meticulously, freshen the linens, as she dropped the coat and revealed her own surprise, "Does it make make me look fat?"

He was already closing, needing, wanting, taking, and whether or not they even made it to the bed was sincerely in doubt. "Fat?" he laughed, always moving always closing. "Uhh...no..."

The lion was stalking and his prey made no effort to avoid her fate! As he leaned in to kiss her, his body pressed hers back against the door, in a dull but powerful thud. He reached down, and grabbed her hands in his, and slowly raised each of them in a prolonged semi circle, as the first kiss turned into the second, bot their arms extended above their heads, his body pressed into hers, her body pressed against the closed door.

"More like perfect, you are absolutely fucking stunning..." His kiss moved from her lips to her jaw to her neck, her hands still pinned in place. "....the only thing better, will be taking it off!"

"More like perfect," Jamie said as he pressed his body to her and kissed her with a fire that had been burning since the day she'd walked onto the prison grounds, covered in grime and mud but still looking like a Goddess come down from the heavens.

"You are absolutely fucking stunning..." he continued as his lips found her face and neck. "The only thing better, will be taking it off!"

"No," she whispered as she writhed between Jamie and the wall, rocking the whole of her body against him to ensure he enjoyed every curve while those curves and the erogenous zones associated to them felt him as well. When he looked at her, Lanny said firmly, "You will not take these off of me."

She stole a passionate kiss from him, ending it by taking his bottom lip between her teeth and not so much biting it as simply holding onto it for several seconds while sucking noisily on it.

When she let it go, Lanny told Jamie with the authority of the COs who used to direct him about the prison, "You will use your fingers to drive me to orgasm without removing a single stitch of clothing from my body. You will earn having me naked ... seeing me naked ... enjoying me naked, by driving me to the heights of ecstasy with only these..."

As she said the last, she clamped her fingers more tightly around his own to ensure he knew she meant his fingers, then continued, "...and you will do so right here, right now, against this wall..."

She kissed him again passionately as she forced one of his hand down between their groins and the other atop the lacy bra that hid her firm breasts. When their mouths separated, she told him, "Failing to do as I have demanded ... will not be tolerated."

Then, manipulating his hand to indicate he should pull her panties aside from her wet folds and get to work, she smiled and said, "You may begin."

"No," Came the response to Jamie's suggestion of how good Lanny would look naked! NO, he thought, how could her mouth be saying one thing while her body was so clearly saying something else. They were dry humping and grinding as he pressed Lanny into the door, and maybe it had been too long, but doing that with her seemed better than actually fucking most women! "You will not take these off of me."

Okay, maybe not off, all he needed was those panties pushed a bit to the side and EUREKA! Kissing and grinding and now moaning... so much moaning! "It would make it easier..." he teased, but something in her tone was really turning him on! He liked a strong woman, a challenge, even now. She softly bit his lip and sucked it in, God he wanted her. He was already so hard he thought he might combust or more likely cum absent the benefit of penetration. That was not going to happen, no matter what it took, he had too much pride in the reputation of his cock for that, no matter the dryspell!

"You will use your fingers to drive me to orgasm without removing a single stitch of clothing from my body. You will earn having me naked ... seeing me naked ... enjoying me naked, by driving me to the heights of ecstasy with only these......and you will do so right here, right now, against this wall..." She felt him squeeze his fingers and he let out a small moan. If only his fingers were his...

"Anything more?" This time it was he who returned the lip bite and then plunged his tongue back into the mouth where he prayed his cock might soon follow. She slid his one hand down to cusp her crotch the other onto her bra. "Surely my fingers can slip inside...I mean you said...heights!"

She continued, and as she slid her panties aside and he felt the wetness that so appropriately corrolatted to his hardness, she answered his previous question and gave her last order, "You may begin." Needless to say the challenge was accepted, as he began to slide two fingers up and down her soft folds, moving from clit to taint and back again!"

Not that Jamie's fingers had not done similar tours on other women, but the idea it was Lanny, and ever aspect of her body was so perfect, including the lips and neck that he worked back and forth, made it feel like a journey through heaven! Slipping his hand inside her bra, he gently massaged her breast before focusing in on the nipple, before rolling it, as it hardened to his touch.

Moving from lips from her lips to her neck and down her chest and six pack tummy, he lowered to one knee. He never removed his fingers from inside her panties, but momentarily, he took his other hand from her breast to run his fingernails down the outside of her thigh, to her knee only to lift it up and place her leg up and over his shoulder.

His mouth was now so close to her pussy she had to feel he hot breath. Now with her leg up and spread he turned his fingers into an elongated "C" and while slipping his index and middle finger up inside of her, he found her button with the pad of this thumb. He was kissing her mound through her panties as his fingers began sawing and fucking inside of her and his thumb massaged and teased her clit.

His hand now reached up and found her other breast, repeating his cycle of massage, roll and pinch, but the pinch was synchronized, with the intensity increasing the harder he worked her clit. As he looked up, he momentarily took the waistband of her panties in his teeth, like the puppy in the old Coppertone ad. She had to be getting close, her grinding her moans, but he wanted it all. He was finger fucking her for all his worth, furiously working her clit and then he smiled, "Are you sure just fingers, my tongue has its own talents?!?!"

He didn't even mention his cock, he hoped its benefits were well understood!

"It would make it easier..." Jamie teased about wanting to remove her clothes to more easily please her.

But Lanny growled almost menacingly, "Do it as I say to do it."

And do it he did. It was only seconds before Lanny's body was writhing about against the wall and only minutes before she was crying out softly at pleasures she hadn't enjoyed in far too long. She wasn't a woman who came easily or quickly, but -- as Jamie would learn soon enough -- she was a woman whose orgasms would not be mistaken for run of the mill, non-climactic sex.

"Are you sure just fingers," he asked as his teeth and lips played with her panties. "My tongue has its own talents--"

He barely got the last word out as Lanny grasped a handful of hair and pulled his face away from her body. "Fingers! Fingers! Fuck me ... with ... your fin ... gers!

Jamie might have thought Lanny would have been happy to have his lips find her lips, but she knew it wouldn't be necessary. She was so close, so very close, and her sounds and body language must have told him so because he persisted for much longer than any man had in the past.

And then reaching a hand down in a flash to seize his own hand, pulling his fingers away from her suddenly super-sensitive pussy, Lanny erupted with a loud gasp, followed by so many, many more as the waves to pleasure exploded through her. She leaned over Jamie, looking down into his face, then practically slammed her body against the door as she cried toward the ceiling, "Fu-u-u-uck ... Jamie!"

As they progressed all Jamie could think was where the fuck has this woman been his whole life. She was aggressive, ribald and so intense. The all gas no brakes female version of himself! "Fingers! Fingers! Fuck me ... with ... your fin ... gers!" She knew exactly what she wanted and was unafraid to demand it!

Jamie never thought about how long or intense Lanny demanded, he was loving it, and when she came, fuck how she came, magnificent! "Jesus, you are spectacular...I want you so bad and in so many different ways, it fucking hurts!" Her juices were running down his forearms, but he let her ride, feeding her and feeding her until her orgasm played out.

He didn't ask if he had earned his reward, he knew it, and claimed. Grabbing her sculpted waist in his strong hands, he literally threw her onto the bed, ripping his own clothes off, before launching himself like a lion, undoing her bra with the ease of someone who should have taught a master class on the technique, and then sitting on his heels to peel her soaked panites over her toned hips and long, gorgeous legs.

He leaned back and just took her in. "Fucking Gorgeous...God Damn!" He sighed. He was sure that she probably thought he would mount him as she saw the throbbing slab of meat that swung rock hard between his legs.

However, he had just spent, God only knew how long, with his nose just inches from her pussy, inhaling her musk, mouth watering. He was like the guy who was carving the turkey, there was no way he wasn't going to steal a taste!

Lanny would learn, that Jamie was both an intense and generous lover. He had no problem giving and giving, but then he most certainly intended to receive! "I fucked you with my fingers, but now I get to taste...I hope you like...and I mean really like having a man eat your pussy!"

Jamie was flexed as he slid his forearms and watched her eyes, as he lifted and spread her gorgeous legs, and brought his mouth down to lick, suck and eat her offering. "Mmm...oh God Baby..." Up and down he licked her soft pink petals, eventually lowering her to rest on his elbows, using his finger so spread her lips and allowing his tongue to both go deep and tease her clit. Flicking, licking, sucking...he went to at it 1000% leaving little doubt that the man loved his job, and maximizing her pleasure was incredibly important to him. He had loved experiencing her climax earlier, and was intent on no less now!

Lanny was still breathing fast and deep from the orgasm that had ripped through her body when Jamie almost threw her onto the bed and stripped her of the clothes around which she'd earlier told him he had to work.

She expected him to strip off his own pants to free his cock for a badly needed fuck, but instead she found his mouth at her sopping wet folds, only continuing her own pleasure. She didn't resist or protest and instead reached a hand down to the back of his head to urge him to continue as she worked her pussy in concert with his skillfully moving tongue.

There could be no doubt that Lanny was enjoying every moment. Her body writhed on the bed, she emitted moans and soft cries when Jamie's tongue or fingers touched her just perfectly. And then there was the nearly constant encouragements: Yes, right there, oh that's it, that's it, harder, faster, there, there, oh God yes, like that that came out as soft pleads.

Lanny was an easy woman to please but not an easy woman to fully satisfy, and a good long time of Jamie working hard at her pussy had passed before her body language and words made it clear that orgasm was imminent. Her chant shifted to a constant Don't stop, don't stop, oh God, don't stop until finally, the pleasure peaked within her once again, only this time at even a greater magnitude than it had against the wall.

Again, as the euphoria arrived, Lanny pulled Jamie from her sensitive womanhood as she bellowed out in climax. Her entire body shook -- not a tremble, but an almost earthquake like shake -- as the waves of ecstasy swept through her for the longest time. Finally, with a loud, satisfied laugh, Lanny collapsed back into the bed. She lifted her head just enough to look down to Jamie, smiling widely as she thanked him in the first way that came to her: "Fu-u-u-u-ck!"