Fan Fic - Release (Sequel to Inside Job) Rated NC-17

Release (Sequel to Inside Job)
By late2theparty

DISCLAIMERS: Bad Girls and all its characters are property of Shed Productions. The author implies no ownership of these characters, and they are used in the stories without permission solely for entertainment and not for profit.

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The day had finally arrived. Nikki had been planning for this for over a year and it was surreal to her that it was here. Her appeal was finally going to be heard and for the very first time in a long while, the lifer allowed herself the smallest bit of hope.

Getting dressed, she mused about the path her life had taken… not just the time spent in prison - more than three long, seemingly wasted years - but most notably the events of the last year and a half. She had earned a degree, which is something she thought would never happen; she had lost her partner of nine years to the stress and strain of time apart; and most significantly she had fallen in love - for the first time, really. She had loved Trisha… she really had… but having met Helen, she had to confess that that love paled in comparison. Oh, Helen…first her jailor, then her friend and finally her lover.

Nikki smiled at the recollection of their first encounters - heated… passionate… suspicious. Then Helen had begun to relax, become less formal, flirt even. Nikki was smitten and let her guard down. It was frightening yet liberating at the same time. And when Helen finally admitted reciprocal feelings, the tall, dark con knew she’d never be the same.

What a mess they had made of it though… both pushing so hard in the same direction, but stumbling all the way. They wanted each other, craved the others presence and touch, even gave in to it in one brief moment of insanity, which turned to clarity on a rainy afternoon. But their agendas, although mostly similar, were from a different perspective and that caused so much strife. This had prompted Nikki to escape for a night… to risk everything to try and create an avenue of unobstructed communication. Helen had been furious, but her anger had dissipated at Nikki’s simple yet earth-shattering request of “Tell me you love me” and they had made beautiful and passionate love. But, returning Nikki to prison, Helen had been unable to sustain the relationship…anxiety and fear of reprisal for both of them outweighing the love she felt for the other woman - a love Nikki was certain that Helen knew to be real and true. More strife ensued and although she had dangled the possibility of a future together, tied to Nikki’s appeal, Helen had finally ended it after a riot caused by Nikki’s insistence of fair treatment for a fellow inmate. Nikki was sure Helen would come back to her, but after a couple months of avoidance and formal treatment, she learned that Helen was seeing the new SMO, and that had seemingly been the final blow.

Nikki’s head hurt at the thought. They had been through a lot and anticipating her appeal had turned bittersweet. But then Helen had turned up in her cell the night before, ostensibly to wish her well. Yet something in her eyes as she turned to leave forced Nikki to her feet.

Moving towards her, Nikki reached up and stroked Helen’s cheek before tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’ve missed you,” she simply stated peering into the depths of the emerald eyes she had dreamt about for months.

“Nikki…” Helen started, watching the expectancy in the con’s emotive, amber eyes. “About Thomas…”

Nikki visibly stiffened at the name and took a step backwards.

“I’ve broken it off with him,” Helen quickly continued, moving forward to close the divide, her eyes never leaving Nikki’s. “And swee’heart… I never really got off with him… he was… a distraction… one that didn’t work.”

Nikki relaxed a bit and placed her hands on Helen’s hips, pulling her closer, “A distraction from what?” she asked in a sultry voice. Leaning down to capture Helen’s lips in her own, she pulled her jailor into her, making immediate and effective contact.

Helen reached up and placed her hands on either side of Nikki’s face, and keeping her eyes open, she deepened the kiss by tracing Nikki’s lips with her tongue before thrusting it into her mouth.

Puling back to steady her self, Nikki whispered, “I’ve missed how you taste, how you smell…I’ve missed touching you.”

“Me too,” Helen hoarsely answered, trying hard to maintain control.

“I want you, Helen. I need you. Let me love you,” Nikki pleaded, as she moved her hand to the front of Helen’s trousers. Nikki pressed her palm into Helen’s center, causing a quick intake of breath from the slighter woman. She moved her fingers to find the swollen clit through the garment and rubbed harder, while leaning down to kiss a line up her neck to her mouth.

“Ohh, god…” Helen moaned into Nikki’s lips. But sudden awareness caused Helen to roughly push back. “Nikki, I can’t. I’m afraid…”

Afraid of what? Of getting caught? Of loving me? What? Nikki had wanted to know, but she didn’t get the opportunity to ask as they were interrupted by a PO coming round for lock up.

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Part 2

Walking down the steps whilst the other cons cheered lifted Nikki’s spirits a bit, but her heart still felt heavy. She had not slept at all, trying to find meaning in Helen’s words and actions. And she hoped that the appeal would only last a day and that she’d never wake in her cell again.

“So, who gets the honors?” Nikki asked Di Barker.

“Me and Jim,” the PO answered.

“Made a special request, did he?” the con retorted snidely.

Di just rolled her eyes and walked the taller woman out to the waiting car. Once inside, she attached cuffs to herself and Nikki and they waited in silence. Voices were heard at the back of the car, but Nikki could not make them out. They sounded harsh. She really didn’t care. She just wanted to get moving. Momentarily, the left rear door opened and Helen climbed in beside Nikki. Not looking at her, she grabbed the inmate’s wrist and gently placed the handcuff on it, locked it and then did the same with her own wrist. Their hands briefly touched and Nikki had to fight to keep from gasping.

This is interesting she thought.

“Jim okay, Helen?” Di inquired.

“Yes, I just had more important matters for him to handle,” the Governing Governor replied with an air of indifference.

More important matters? Nikki snorted aloud with derision. So that’s how it’s going to be? She’s just here to taunt me.

“Let’s get going,” Helen leaned up and said to the driver. “We’re going to be late.”

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Nikki’s head was spinning as she listened to the testimony, which had been gathered by her solicitor in an attempt to reduce her sentence. She was acutely, painfully aware of Helen’s presence beside her. She could hear her breathing and smell her subtle perfume. The prison official had given no sign of encouragement or even recognition throughout the morning and Nikki was beginning to get agitated. Yet, she knew she had to remain calm, in appearance at least, for the sake of the proceedings.

As they broke for lunch, Nikki looked to the balcony above, caught Trisha’s eyes and smiled and waved, before exiting the courtroom.

“What do you want for lunch, Nikki?” Di Barker asked kindly as they entered the private waiting room.

“I’m not really hungry. I’ll just skip it, if it’s all the same to you.” Nikki replied quietly, as she sat at the long conference table.

“Helen, do you want me to go get us some sandwiches?”

“No, Di, I’m not really hungry either. Why don’t you go and have a nice sit-down lunch and relax,” Helen encouraged. “We have over an hour before we’re due back.”

“Okay. You sure I can’t bring you back something?” She asked, looking from one woman to the other.

“No, we’re fine,” they answered in unison.

Locking the door after the PO’s departure, Helen turned to look at Nikki for the first time all day.

“Worried, I’m gonna do a runner?” Nikki jeered.

Ignoring her sarcastic tone, Helen said quietly, “Heavy stuff. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answered petulantly, folding her arms over her chest and looking away.

“Nikki…” Helen began.

“Look, Helen, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you’re really beginning to get on my tits. I don’t need this today. You made yourself clear, so please let me just deal with this trial as best I can… on my own,” Nikki spewed with ill-disguised pain.

Helen recoiled at the harshness of the words, but masked her hurt with anger, and retorted, “Fine” before walking out of the room and locking the door behind her.

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Part 3
(Disclaimer: my trusty betas have not been employed to review this, so forgive any errors…I’m not trying to win a Pulitzer, just entertain you. I hope I have. Enjoy! L2P)
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Slamming her hand down on the table, Nikki muttered, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

She quickly rose from her chair, took off her jacket and began pacing. Suddenly, the door flew open and Helen stood in front of her as suddenly as she had disappeared.

“Nicola Wade, you are the most frustrating person I have ever…”

Her words were halted by Nikki’s mouth crashing down on hers. Helen reached behind to lock the door without breaking contact, then pushed Nikki back against the table. They kissed passionately, tongues battling for control, hands roaming, groping, fondling.

Taking a step back to catch her breath, Helen started, “Nikki…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Helen. What do you want from me?” Nikki snapped.

“I don’t want anything from you Nikki,” Helen said with halting breath. “I just want you.” Hesitating, Helen looked away before continuing, “It’s always been you…I can’t understand or explain what you do to me… kin’ell, my legs are like jelly just from a kiss.”

Taking a deep breath and looking sheepish, Nikki reversed their positions. Helen moved back to sit down on the edge of the sparkling mahogany conference table. Placing a hand on Helen’s cheek, Nikki leaned down and tenderly kissed her before saying with emotion, “And you have no idea what you do to me.”

Capturing her lips with her own once more, Nikki gently pushed Helen onto her back atop the table bending at the waist to follow. “I love you,” she whispered into Helen’s throat as her tongue made a path up to her ear. “And I want you, right here, right now.”

Helen’s eyes opened wide, fear and desire waging a war within.

“Don’t worry, you said we have over an hour and there are no cameras in here… that would be a violation of my privacy, wouldn’t it,” Nikki smiled ironically and shrugged.

Nikki moved her hands to each side of Helen’s hips and grabbing the hem of her sweater, slid it up the table and over her head, as Helen arched her back to assist.

“You want this as much as I do, don’t you? Tell me Helen. Tell me what you want,” Nikki pleaded.

“I…I want you, Nikki.” Helen whispered back and reached for Nikki’s shirt to pull her down roughly. As their lips met yet again, all doubt fled the room, Helen wrapped her arms around the inmate, and Nikki felt like she was coming home.

The lifer took a deep breath to try and forget where she was and to suppress the emotions, which threatened to overwhelm her. She then quickly unhooked the front clasp of Helen’s bra, leaned back down and took a creamy, smooth breast into her mouth, sucking hard.

“Fffffuu….oh, god, Nikki,” Helen moaned as she grabbed Nikki’s head and pulled her closer. She was still amazed at the sharp and immediate reaction between her legs at the woman’s touch.

Still teasing and tugging at a taut nipple with her lips, Nikki reached to pull Helen’s skirt up, brown eyes never leaving green ones. She slid her hand up the inside of Helen’s shaking thigh and slipped her fingers into the side of the lace knickers.

“God, you are soaking wet.”

Gasping at the touch, Helen thrust her hips up towards Nikki’s gently stroking hand, which suddenly stopped and withdrew.

“Nikki, please…” she implored.

“Just need better positioning darling,” the tall woman explained before tugging the knickers down with both hands and shoving them in her trouser pocket. She smiled knowingly and reached down to grab Helen’s calf to lift a boot-encased foot onto the table.

Hesitating a moment longer to gaze at the vision in front of her, Nikki then moved to plunge her fingers deep and began a steady pace in and out forcing Helen’s entire body to slide up and down the polished table. Nikki’s other hand reached up to steady the prone woman.

“Oh, yes…oh, god… yes,” Helen moaned as she wrapped her raised leg around Nikki’s waist, pulling her in closer.

Nikki leaned down to kiss and lick the space between Helens breasts, hand still thrusting. Silence enveloped the room save the sound of flesh on flesh and heavy breathing.

“Come for me, love,” Nikki commanded moments later.

As she felt the tell-tale tightening around her fingers, she moved her thumb to graze the swollen clit with each movement. As Helen’s body jerked in release, she cried out Nikki’s name and looked up in fear of being heard. Not moving, Nikki felt Helen constricting in and out with continual waves, and she leaned down to take her throbbing knob in her mouth.

“I can’t. God, Nikki, I can’t.” she whispered hoarsely.

“Yes, you can. Deep breaths,” Nikki instructed, slowly removing her fingers, while tracing Helen’s folds with her lips, dipping her tongue into moistness before returning to her clit. “You taste bloody fantastic,” she enthused.

“Shh, what’s that?” Helen suddenly asked in a panic, raising herself up on an elbow.

Footsteps in the hall were getting closer, so Nikki jumped back and grabbed Helen’s hand to pull her up. Helen’s shaking hands quickly snapped her bra clasp together and reached for her sweater.

The doorknob rattled. “Helen, you in there?” came the sing-song voice of Di Barker. “The door’s locked. I think they’re about to call us back in,” she yelled through the door.

“Okay, we’re ready,” Helen yelled back, pulling her sweater over her head, smoothing her hair down and jumping to her feet.

Nikki moved across the room to retrieve her jacket as Helen looked back at her and mouthed, “how do I look?”

“You look okay…like you’ve just been shagged, but otherwise okay,” she cheekily whispered.

“Sod you, Nikki,” Helen threw back with a smile, anxiety in her voice.

“It’s okay, Helen. You look fine.” Nikki replied kindly.

They looked at each other with complete understanding and Helen nodded as she opened the door.

“How was your lunch?”







Part 4

“Oh, hi… Claire… Trish.” Helen managed to say a little too loudly, as the three women walked through the door. She turned as they passed with a panic-stricken look thrown at Nikki.

“Sorry I had to run out like that,” Claire said. “I had a crisis with another case. But it looks like we are delayed a bit, so just continue with what you were doing…we have time. Did you have lunch?”

Helen’s face was flushed and Nikki’s eyes were glued to the ground.

“I offered, but they didn’t want anything,” Di piped in.

Trish looked from one woman to the other and moved to hug Nikki. The tall con kept her hands firmly in her trouser pockets and leaned into Trisha. The blonde’s eyes squinted and she glared at Nikki without saying a word.

“I need the loo,” Nikki said, clearing her throat.

“I’ll take you,” Di offered. “Let’s go.”

As the two women exited, Helen and Trish stared at each other. Claire looked from one to the other, coughed a bit and said, “Um, ladies, we have a slight problem.”

They both turned their heads quickly towards Claire and said “what?” simultaneously.

As Nikki closed the door to the single bathroom, she let out the breath she had been holding and leaned her head against the closed door. Fuck, she thought. What was that? Reaching into her trouser pocket, she brought Helen’s knickers up to face, taking in the woman’s scent. She felt totally overwhelmed by the events of the day. And this delay was only adding to her anxiety.

Moving toward the sink, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and quickly realized why Trish seemed miffed. Her hair was all mussed and her makeup was smudged. Damn, She thought as she washed her face and hands. This is not good.

What was she thinking? Of course, once again, she knew that intelligent thought did not play a role when Helen Stewart was around. Her hormones were in control and she let them have their way…again.

But what did this mean for Helen? She had said she wanted Nikki. What did that really mean? Was there a chance for them… if she…if she was released today? Too may un-answered questions... still. And they were all out of Nikki Wade’s control.

Taking advantage of her few moments of solitude and desperately needing to relieve some tension, Nikki unbuttoned her trousers and reached into her knickers.

But, a knock on the door halted her plans.

“Nikki, it’s me. I need to speak with you.”

Bloody hell. She thought as she quickly pulled up her zipper, shoved the knickers back into her pocket and reached for the door.

Standing staring at each other, Helen broke the silence, “Can you come out of there. We need to discuss your case with Claire.”

Nikki saw the panic in Helen’s eyes and moved back into the loo. “No,” she simply stated. “You come in here.”

Helen hesitated for a moment, looked up and down the hall, and followed Nikki into the small space.

Turning back towards the prison official, Nikki opened her arms and Helen moved into the embrace.

“Don’t say anything yet. Please just let me hold you. Let this moment last,” Nikki whispered into Helen’s hair.

Helen understood and looked up at the other woman… this woman who totally captivated her and who was totally frightened at the possibility of bad news on this day. She leaned up to place a gentle kiss on the lips that had moments before been between her legs. The thought of that made Helen deepen the kiss and Nikki’s eyes opened wider.

Moving her hands down to Helen’s skirt, Nikki pulled her in closer, while backing up against the sink. Shifting a bit, her pelvic bone landed front and center and the intimate contact made Helen jump.

“I’m still so sensitive,” she whispered incredulously. “But I believe turn-about is in order.” And with that she reached for the top of Nikki’s trousers and unzipped them. As she moved to slide them down, Nikki grabbed her wrists to stop her. “It’s too risky. Leave them on,” she instructed and pushed Helen’s hand under the waistband of her knickers. “But, please, touch me. I need to feel you inside me.”

Helen’s hand moved swiftly to touch the swollen clit and moisture between Nikki’s legs and she gasped at the realization that she was the cause of the woman’s arousal. She was in awe of the sight of Nikki’s half closed eyes and parted lips, as she stroked and pressed against her. A moan escaped from deep in Nikki’s throat when Helen entered her and began a slow and steady, although limited, thrusting motion.

“Ohhh… Harder… Faster…. Please… oh, yes, fuck me, Helen. I need this,” Nikki said between clenched teeth.

Taken aback by Nikki’s crude words, Helen took her rising ire out on the woman and thrust harder and faster, sending Nikki over the edge.

Regaining her balance, Nikki leaned down to kiss Helen, but the small woman removed her hand and brusquely pushed her aside to wash them.

“Hey… hey…what’s wrong?” Nikki asked as she zipped up her trousers. “That was blood fantastic!”

“Is that what this was for you, Nikki? A quick shag before you start your life with Trish again?” Helen exploded.
“Huh? Oh, Helen. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that…I just got carried away…”

“I saw the look in her eyes in the conference room… she still wants you.” Helen said passionately with lowered voice.

“Helen, it’s not like that… I mean we talked about giving it another go, but…”

“… and I’ve seen how you turn to her in court for support,” Helen continued her rant.

“Well, it’s not like I was getting anything… ANYTHING… from you in there,” Nikki shot back, frustration building again.

“What was I supposed to do, Nikki? Hold your bloody hand in there?” Helen replied, green eyes flashing, turning darker.

“Helen, Nikki… you okay in there?” Claire called at the door as she knocked.

Nikki yanked the door open and said sarcastically to her solicitor, “fine… everything’s just bloody marvelous.” And with that she stormed back towards the conference room.

“So, she didn’t take the news well then?” Claire asked her friend kindly.

“She doesn’t know. I hadn’t told her yet.” Helen said resignedly.

“But you were in there for fifteen minutes. We thought she just needed time. What were you…”

“Leave it Claire,” Helen said firmly as they walked towards the conference room.

As they got close to the door, they both heard the crash and Nikki’s pained “NOOOO!” and they hurried into the room.





Part 5

As Helen and Claire got to the open door of the conference room, they immediately saw the shattered water pitcher on the floor and the hole in the plaster where it had been thrown. They did not see anyone in the room, but they heard wracking sobs coming from the end of the table. Helen rushed down the length of it.

Nikki was kneeling with Trish in her arms, kissing her hair and whispering, “it’ll be alright… it will… you’ll see.” The intimate moment would have been touching, had Helen not known the cause of it.

Sensing her presence, Nikki looked up with such heartache in her eyes, that Helen felt like she had been slapped. Trish too turned to look at Helen and as her expression of pain turned to one of unrestrained hostility, she said through clenched teeth, “Fix this.”

Claire reached for Helen’s shoulders and, upon seeing the anguish on her face as she turned to her, realized the extent of her friend’s feelings for Nikki for the first time.

“Helen, I’m sorry, but you and Miss Barker need to step outside. I need to confer with my client,” she said as kindly, but as firmly as possible.

Standing still, Helen looked back at Nikki, who would no longer look her way.

“Helen… please.” Claire implored.

With a simple nod and pursed lips, Helen turned to leave.

“You know they’re not mine, don’t you Miss? It’s a set up,” Nikki said with contempt to her retreating back.

As they left the room, Di Barker turned to her Governor and asked, “What’s happened, Helen?”

“They’ve found drugs hidden in Nikki’s mattress,” Helen said with as calm a voice as she could muster. Then she walked away from the PO, instructing, “you stay here” as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

The appeals process was suspended for the day as the news reached the judges. Nikki’s Barrister successfully implored the court not to halt the proceedings entirely until at least a preliminary investigation could be completed. They were given two days to verify or invalidate the charges of possession.

Claire, Nikki and Trish had met for a brief time, but could not really accomplish much. The time was spent mostly consoling Trisha, who fortunately chose to ignore the glaring sexual tension between Helen and Nikki.

Di Barker alone escorted Nikki back to Larkhall that afternoon. She did not question Helen’s absence, just accepted it as a forgone conclusion. [i]She’s gone for good now[/i], she thought.

Nikki knew that the only way she could clear her name was to return to Larkhall and call in every favor of every con she knew to suss out the culprit. But for the first time, she actually did not feel helpless in the situation, She knew her mates would help, especially Yvonne. She also knew in her heart of hearts that Jim Fenner was somehow behind this, but she would likely never be able to prove that. Accepting that was going to be the hardest thing she had to do. But she had to save herself now. She couldn’t be responsible for trying to take him down, as much as she wanted to.

She arrived just as everyone sat to eat. The room fell silent before a chant of “Nikki…Nikki…Nikki” began. Oh, the mixed emotions tumbling through her. She had met some really special people in here…women who would be with her for the rest of her life. Nikki stayed standing and waited for everyone to quiet down.

“Just get your food, Wade… and sit down,” Bodybag snarled. “You aren’t the bloody queen.”

Ignoring her, Nikki began, “I’m sure you’ve all heard that my appeal has been halted for a bit until we can figure out who decided to use my mattress to store their gear. So, you’ll get to have me around a bit longer. Hope you don’t mind.” She turned and winked at Yvonne, before turning for the stairs.

“Oh, no… you’re not going back to the threes,” Sylvia said sarcastically. “You’re headed down the block. For your own security.”

“And I’ll take her there myself,” Fenner smirked as he came up behind the con.

Nikki stiffened at his presence, but tried to remain calm. Provoking him would do no good. She turned, smiled and said, “I’m sure you will, Mr. Fenner,” then walked confidently towards the gate.

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