SS: TIE Epilogue 1

Elsa is protected. To a point.

She narrowly dodges the shiv swung at her face, focusing on her footwork as much as the blade because of the slippery floor. Drops of water fly and she kicks off her shower shoes as she moves out from under the water, which streams from her body.

Her attacker has almost as many tattoos as she does, but she doesn’t know how to use a knife. A couple of women hover outside the shower, but they won’t intervene.

Elsa doesn’t run or say anything. She stands still, dripping as water pours on the grimy tiles and steam swirls around her. Killing this woman will accomplish nothing except earning her time in solitary. Elsa is already doing about a hundred consecutive life sentences, so having time added to her sentence means nothing.

Her friends on the outside can buy her protection.

Prison staff can make sure that protection is assigned somewhere else, and they can pay someone to shank her.

Her friends on the outside can pay off the prison staff.

Cops on the outside take over paying for her to be shanked, and so it goes. Eventually, one of these store brand assassins will get lucky, and she’ll bleed out in a place like this.

Not tonight, though. Elsa blocks, strikes, and then trips the woman, who stumbles and crashes face-first into the column. The assassin is lucky enough not to fall on her shiv, so she’ll live to stab another day. Elsa leans over to rinse the last of the shampoo from her hair, then grabs her towel and leaves.

Soon she’s back in her cell, a little chilly in her panties and undershirt, but warmed up by the younger woman snoozing with her head in Elsa’s lap.

Elsa idly strokes her cellmate’s hair as she holds her book with her free hand. Smutty novel are popular in prison, and this copy from a series about a fantasy himbo hooking up with everyone in sight is thoroughly dogeared. The pages are especially crinkled on the lesbian scenes involving one of his sisters and the scenes with him and his hot best friend. Elsa hopes she’ll live long enough to find out who he marries.

SS: TIE

Warm, salty wind hits hard as Rey slips through the sliding doors. Careful not to drop the beers, she gets the door shut and makes her way barefoot down the rough, wooden steps toward the beach. The house glows in the gathering evening, as do the other houses like it along this little patch of coast. Faint splashing and laughter echo faintly, and the step that she needs to fix at the bottom creaks underfoot. She’ll get to it tomorrow.

Yawning, she crosses the sand to the hammock, where Kayla waits in her green bikini. Kayla takes the beers as Rey climbs in, and there’s some snorting and cursing as they get comfy. Kayla’s soft body would actually make it rather nice to be the little spoon, but it’s not meant to be. Rey doesn’t mind holding her.

“How are you?” Kayla asks.

“Good. Tired.” It’s been a full day. “Guess what I brought you.”

“Is it a piece of chocolate?”

“No.”

“Is it a kiss?”

“No.”

“Is it…” Kayla turns her head and searches Rey’s face. “Is it good news?”

“No.”

“Is it a hug?”

“No.”

“You know I dropped out of college, right?”

“Yes. Want to go back?”

Kayla sucks her breath in through her teeth. “Can I? Here?”

Chica has generously subsidized their escape from the United States, but money is tight now that Rey works in construction and Kayla works part-time at a restaurant.

“We’ll figure it out,” Rey assures her, giving her a little squeeze.

“Is it a hug?”

“Nope.” Rey shows her a little egg-shaped vibrator.

“Oh my god. We have neighbors,” Kayla says, blushing.

“I’ll just put this here, then.” Rey rests the vibe against her belly and blows in her ear. Kayla squirms and giggles. After a moment, Rey turns it on.

“Oh my god!”

“What? What? What are you talking about?” Rey asks innocently, moving it around her skin.

It doesn’t take much to get Kayla worked up, and inhibition has never been her problem. She looks around, blushing, then spreads her legs a little to allow Rey to move the vibe down. She tries to be cool, but her breathing speeds up quickly once Rey has it down there. Her soft legs squeeze together. She throws Rey a glance that’s almost reproving, but a second later there’s a desperately hungry look.

Rey nuzzles her for a second, then kisses her. Kayla’s body shakes the hammock a little as she cums in just a few short minutes, her choked breath hot on Rey’s face.

“Mmm.” She whimpers and presses her head against Rey’s chest for a moment, then she’s still except for the odd quiver. A few minutes pass with the surf lapping at the shore before she looks up again, distinctly ruffled.

“Uh oh.” Rey gently removes the vibe from Kayla’s damp bikini bottoms. “I know that look. Whoa!” The hammock swings as Kayla repositions to get on top. “Mmhmm,” Rey says as Kayla’s chest jiggles in front of her face. It takes all of her self control not to just rip that bikini off her. “What about the neighbors?”

“Shush. It’s getting dark.” Kayla leans down and kisses her.