Chapter Thirteen
Jenny and Mariette were making love. They were in their regular place of tryst and at their usual time, when they were supposed to be working at Special Duty.
They had started with Mariette doing a striptease. “Like I did for some men’s nights last summer,” she said.
“You’ve been a stripper? What, for a living?”
“A few stag nights, for pin money when I arrived in England. It was harmless.”
She stripped slowly, humming music. There wasn’t a great deal of scope allowed by the prison uniform, but she made the most of it. She first paraded fully dressed, turned a couple of times, and unbuttoned her blouse. She removed it with her back to Jenny, dropped it in the corner, pulled off her vest, turned again and unzipped her skirt. With a haughty smile she removed the skirt,
