Chapter 6-3

Fresh sunlight shone in through the barred windows. Anjanette lay in bed, Milly silently in position, both awaiting the door to open and them to be whisked away to the prison eatery.

“I really don’t like this plan,” Milly said, her voice muffled by the sheets.

“Don’t worry about it, you barely need to do anything,” Anjanette hissed. “Now keep quiet. I think I hear him coming.”

Anjanette paused and confirmed that yes, there were footsteps nearby, echoing louder and closer down the corridoor. She promptly rolled her head back and began moaning loudly, drawing from her experience with teenage boyfriends. “Oh... ohhh...”

The door swung open with a click and the guard walked in. Anjanette was lying on her bed, volumous breasts exposed, head rolled back in apparent pleasure. Beneath the sheets was a huddled form, head between her legs. Anjanette turned and gave the guard a come-hither look. “Oh, hey there. Want to—“

She trailed off as she saw the very confused, very female guard.

“Um... you wouldn’t happen to be a dyke, by any chance?”

The guard shook her head.

“Shit. That sort of ruins my plan,” said Anjanette.

“Let me guess,” said the guard. “You were planning on a male guard, who would let his guard down when offered a hot prison threesome, and then take him out so you could escape?”

“Pretty much.”

“People try that all the time. Honestly, why would a guy be a guard at a women’s prison?” The guard just looked bored.

Anjanette looked a little embarassed. The guard shrugged. “Well, I won’t interrupt you guys.” She turned and slammed the door shut behind them.

“Wait!” Anjanette called after her. “Don’t we get food?”

Milly rolled out from under the sheets, huddled in a ball. “Never... again...”

* * *

Leonas made his move on the way back from mess hall, the day before their trial.

“So Peral,” he said to the guard escorting him. “You mind springing me and some friends tonight?”

“What?” the guard asked.

“Jacob Peral, right? I’ve read all the love letters you get from that girl. You really shouldn’t leave them around.”

Peral blushed. “So what?”

“Well, that girl is not your wife, is she?” Leonas said in a sing-song voice.

“Um...”

Leonas smirked. “Exactly. And I do get a regular amount of songbirds in prison, so let’s just say I would be remiss in my moral duties were I not to inform the dear Missus Peral... unless, say, you helped me out tonight.”

“Yeah, well maybe you’ll meet an unfortunate accident tonight,” said Peral.

“To be quite honest, you’re not smart enough to cover up a murder,” said Leonas.

A long pause. “You want to bet?”

“I have friends in high places, and I’ve already sent a message to one of them, implicating you in anything that goes wrong,” Leonas said. It was perhaps an exagerration to say that Pericen lived in ‘high places’, but he would be good enough. “Seriously, don’t get caught and nothing else goes wrong.”

Another pause, and a heavy breath. “Alright, you win, faggot.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

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