Chapter 7
Monday morning. Franky drifted along the street, jostled by the rush hour crowds. She had a dull thudding ache between her eyes, a token of the big weekend she had had. She felt like she had drunk her weight in alcohol. Everyone, including Bridget, had a superb time at the birthday party. After the restaurant they had kicked on at EMV, drinking whiskey on the rocks, telling old stories and raucously singing Johnny Cash songs. They virtually had to be kicked out when the doors closed at 3:00am.
The following day what was supposed to be a light lunch at Bridget’s sister Pauline’s house turned into a massive Sunday session. Franky and Bridget stumbled home well after dark leaving several empty bottles of wine in their wake. Alcohol had been the perfect tonic to get Franky through the weekend. She was able to relax and enjoy herself without being overwhelmed with guilt. Or sidetracked with anticipation.
In the sober light of day that anticipation had returned in full force. She would be seeing Erica straight after work, but she had no idea how she would have a productive eight hours at work when the thought of what would happen when she saw Erica dominated her thoughts.
It had been audacious move by Erica to show up outside Bridget’s birthday party. On one hand, Franky was furious with Erica for her actions. If she or they had been caught it could have at best fucked up the party and at worst it could have fucked up her relationship with Bridget. On the other hand, the thought of Erica going out of her way to secretly watch her turned Franky on. She would bet money that Erica used to do that when they were both at Wentworth, given the access she would have had to CCTV footage. Erica sneaking around like that showed her naughty side, and Franky had a healthy appreciation for that naughty side.
It wasn’t the first time Franky had felt a potent mix of anger and arousal toward Erica Davidson. It was what inspired her to finally kiss Erica for the first time in the corner of the governor’s office at Wentworth. However, she was out of prison now and had far more freedom to act on her feelings. When she saw Erica there was bound to be fireworks of some kind.
*****
That morning, Franky became aware how naturally working as a lawyer came to her. She’d wished she’d discovered it earlier. Nobody seemed to notice how preoccupied she was, that she was paying the minimum amount of attention. At the morning meeting for the articled clerks she said very little but was congratulated afterwards by Louise for being so incisive. Sylvie said almost the same thing when she dropped by her desk to chat shortly afterwards. “You always seem so in control of things, Franks,” she had said with a hint of envy.
Sylvie’s comment got Franky thinking. Being in control was something that she had always wanted and strived for. Her desire for it was born from having so little of it for so many years of her life. As a child she couldn’t stop her father from leaving, or her mother from abusing her; and once she was in foster care she had no choice where or who she lived with. Then, of course, there were her four years in prison where a myriad things were outside her control. That included her relationship with Erica. Because of their respective positions within the prison Erica was able to call the shots, particularly in regard to when and where they saw each other. It was maddening.
It occurred to Franky that without her even noticing, she had allowed Erica control over their relationship again. Erica had chosen to come and see her the night of Bridget’s party. During their brief interlude in the alleyway, she allowed Erica to tell her what time she would be home on Monday so that Franky could come around. Effectively, she had allowed Erica to call the shots regarding when and where they saw each other. This wasn’t how Franky wanted things to work anymore. She needed to take charge. And she knew that whether she was aware of it or not, Erica wanted her to take charge.
Franky stood up from her swivel office chair and stretched out an imaginary kink in her back. She looked around the office. Everyone seemed busy and focused on their work. Louise was in court so wasn’t keeping tabs on her. The brief she was working on was very nearly finished and would keep til the afternoon. So she decided to go for it. She grabbed her satchel and went to Louise’s secretary’s desk, telling her she had to go down to Victoria Legal Aid to speak to someone for research purposes. The secretary didn’t bat an eye. Franky was out the door.
In the elevator on the way down to the street Franky quickly checked the map on her phone which confirmed that the offices of Victoria Legal Aid were within walking distance of the offices of Flintoff & Jones. When she reached the sidewalk she began walking briskly toward her destination. She stopped only briefly when the route happened to take her past one of her favourite stores. She quickly dropped in and bought something to give to Erica. She thought it would add an extra surprise factor to her unannounced visit.
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The Victoria Legal Aid building was rather basic compared to the lavish building that housed the offices of Flintoff & Jones. There were small glass doors at the entrance rather than large revolving doors, and the small foyer area that led to the elevators was covered with old carpet rather than opulent marble. Nevertheless, Erica was clearly high up on the food chain. Her name appeared on the directory beside the elevator and Franky noted that her office was located on the twelfth floor - the highest floor of the building.
Franky took the elevator up and when she stepped out immediately came upon a receptionist, a middle-aged woman who had the assured look of someone who had been working there for many years. “May I help you?” she asked as Franky approached the desk.
“Sure can. Franky Doyle here to see Erica Davidson.”
The receptionist checked her computer. “You don’t appear to have an appointment, Ms. Doyle. Is Ms. Davidson expecting you?”
“Nope, I don’t think she is.”
“She will be leaving for court in thirty minutes so will not want to be disturbed, may I make an appointment for you to see her tomorrow?”
“Thirty minutes is all I need. If you check with her I’m sure she’ll be willing to see me.”
The receptionist frowned, but grudgingly picked up her phone and called through to Erica. Franky waited confidently, knowing what the response would be. Sure enough, the receptionist soon put down the phone and stood up to lead her to Erica’s office. “Right this way, Ms. Doyle.”
Franky had a sense of deja vu. Being escorted to Erica’s office was an experience she had had many times before. Sure it was a receptionist rather than a guard who was escorting her and they were at a law office now, not a prison, but the feeling was still very familiar. That feeling intensified when she stepped into an office that was eerily similar to the governor’s office that Erica once occupied.
On her left hand side as Franky entered the room, Erica was typing on a computer that sat on an L-shaped desk. Large windows provided views to the Melbourne cityscape on one side of the room and to the inside of the office building on the other. The room was painted a deep burgundy and floral-themed artwork hung on the walls.
The receptionist closed the door behind her as she left, leaving Franky alone with a pleasantly surprised but slightly shaky looking Erica. The blonde stood up and walked out from behind her desk to greet her. “Franky, what brings you here?” she asked with a hint of nervousness.
Franky walked towards her but kept a professional distance. She tapped on her satchel. “Got a present for you,” she said with a cocky smile.
Erica furrowed her brow. “A present?”
“Yep,” Franky began strolling casually around the room, scoping it out. “But the thing is, I don’t want anyone else to see it. So you better close those blinds,” she gestured to the interior window that looked out into the rest of the office.
Erica sighed. “Franky, I’m really sorry but I need to leave for court soon. Could we catch up after work like we planned?”
“You don’t want the present?”
“I do, but…”
“Then close the blinds. It won’t take long.”
Franky was steadfast. Erica gave her a discerning look. After a few moments contemplation she moved over to the window and closed the blinds.
“You better lock the door, too,” Franky said.
Erica sighed again. “Franky…”
“Just do it. Trust me.”
Erica reluctantly locked the door then walked back into the room, taking a seat on the edge of her desk and looking at Franky expectantly. But Franky didn’t retrieve the present from her satchel. Instead she walked forward until she was face to face with Erica.
“You were a bad girl on Saturday night, Miss Davidson,” she said in a wicked tone, before she moved her head toward Erica and tried to kiss her. Erica jerked her head back out of range, her hands moved back onto the desk.
“Franky, I can’t do this right now. I’m getting ready for court.”
Franky ignored the comment. Instead she removed her satchel from her shoulder and placed it on the desk beside Erica. Then she slid her hands onto the blonde’s hips.
“You like that, don’t you? When I call you a bad girl?” she tried to kiss Erica again but this time she only half denied her, keeping her mouth closed instead of jerking away. Franky moved her hands to Erica’s wrists, gripping them firmly so her hands were pinned to the desk. Erica’s body began to react to Franky’s advances. She opened her mouth and let Franky’s tongue to thrust into hers with aggression. She returned the kiss, letting their tongues battle. Franky released one of Erica’s wrists so her hand could grab the back of her head, but Erica kept her hands where they were, not using them to struggle.
“I want to see your hot tits again,” Franky swiftly undid the buttons on Erica’s shirt and pushed her bra straps over her shoulders so she could pull down the cups, releasing Erica’s breasts without taking her bra off. She put her mouth over one of Erica’s nipples and sucked hard, making Erica gasp at the savagery. The intensity of the suction radiated through Erica’s body, shooting to between her legs. Whatever reluctance she had seconds earlier had evaporated and was now replaced by pure animal sexuality. She let out a long desperate groan.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” Franky’s face had come back to Erica’s, her hands now tweaking her nipples with rough pinches.
Erica was having trouble breathing. “I’m a bad girl,” she said in a hoarse whisper. Franky reached down to put a hand under her skirt, pulling aside her panties to swipe two fingers between her folds. Erica whimpered as a knuckle grazed her clit, then Franky’s hand came back up and she stuck her fingers in Erica’s eager mouth. Erica reached to paw at Franky’s breast through her top but Franky batted her hand away, shaking her head like Erica had done something wrong.
She grabbed Erica’s hips and turned her around, pushing at her back so she bent over the desk. She hiked Erica’s skirt up over her waist and yanked her panties down to her knees. She pushed two fingers inside her. Erica gasped at the pressure but her body responded with more lubrication and on the second thrust Franky could reach deep inside her.
Franky wasted no time in picking up a quick rhythm, pumping her fingers into Erica with long strokes, Erica’s hips swaying onto them as she gripped the desk for balance. Without breaking stride, Franky reached across the desk and grabbed her satchel with her free hand. “You can have your present now,” she whispered into Erica’s ear.
Franky removed her fingers from inside Erica and retrieved a small shopping bag from her satchel. Still bent over the desk, Erica looked back in amazement as Franky pulled a strap-on out of the bag, then stepped into the harness without even removing her pants.
“Do you want it?” Franky asked. Erica didn’t respond, she only reached back to pull the dildo towards her sex once Franky had fastened it around her waist. Franky spit on her hand and wet the shaft and pushed the tip against Erica’s centre. Erica covered her own mouth with her hand as she cried out when Franky thrust the dildo hard inside her. She pulled it out, waited a few moments, then pushed it back inside, this time with greater ease. She felt the head move over Erica’s sensitive ridge and penetrate deep within her. Franky began to pump, in short strokes at first but as Erica got wetter she was able to take longer strokes each time pushing deeper.
“You like getting fucked don’t you?”
“Uh-huh…harder…” It was all Erica could manage between pants. Franky complied with her request. She grabbed Erica’s hips and made them bounce on the dildo, which in turn made her breasts sway from the movement.
Franky was breathing hard as her strokes quickened and she began to feel sweat break her brow. She could sense Erica was plunging towards orgasm so she grabbed her hair pulling her head back in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Are you going to come for me?” Erica could only respond with muffled moans as the dildo pumped inside of her. Franky let go of Erica’s hair and ran her hand around her front to apply pressure to her clit. It immediately sent her over the edge.
“Oh fuck!” Erica slammed her hand on the desk as the orgasm powered through her, rippling outward from her centre to her extremities, turning her body into jelly. Franky continued to torture her sensitivity with long strokes, making her twitch and squirm on the desk. Eventually Erica couldn’t take it any longer and she straightened to let the dildo pop out and immediately got down on her knees to go down on the strap on to taste herself.
Franky looked down at Erica and licked her lips. She was still panting from the exercise. Erica stood up and pulled Franky’s face to hers for and they shared a hard deep kiss, gasping into each other’s mouths for air. Erica unbuckled Franky’s harness and let it fall and pushed the younger woman back against the desk.
Franky feverishly fumbled with the fly of her pants. She scrunched them down to her knees which was enough to push Erica’s head down to between her legs. She held her there tight against her sex, only allowing her to reach her tongue out to rake against her moist clit.
Franky had a vice like grip on Erica’s head but the blonde didn’t seem to care, it just made her lick harder and quicker. She reached her hand up to glide a finger into Franky’s entrance, then removed it and replaced it with two, pushing them deep into her.
“Yeah fuck me like that,” Franky moaned softly as Erica pumped her fingers into her. Franky’s nails dug into Erica’s scalp with every insertion, Erica’s tongue still working on her swollen clit.
“Oh my fucking God!” Franky gasped as her body buckled and she felt herself contract and release on Erica’s fingers as her body trembled through her orgasm. Erica removed her fingers and Franky released her grip on Erica’s head, sinking down to the floor, their foreheads rested against each other as they each caught their breath.
******
It was only a minute or two before both women had to snap back into reality. Erica really did have to get to court and Franky needed to return to the office and get back to work. They helped each other neaten clothes, hair and makeup, then walked together out of the Victoria Legal Aid building. Even the inquisitive secretary at the front desk didn’t seem to suspect that anything out of the ordinary had occurred in Erica’s office.
When they parted ways on the street Franky sneakily slid a hand around Erica’s hip and kissed her on the cheek. “See you tonight, babe,” she said with a flirtatious smile before walking back to her office with a spring in her step.