A. LeChance - Vixen on top

"Damn that clock," Marty thought as she reached out to turn it off. "Sounds like a Mack truck backing up." The electronic alarm silenced when the switch was pushed.

Marty lay nude under a single sheet. The heat in the early afternoon was nearly unbearable but that was the only time she had to sleep. Today had been her last day at school and graduation would be within the week.

"At last. No more classes," Marty spoke aloud.

She stretched to remove the kinks from sleep. The sheet slipped away and she stroked her naked body a few times before she got up. The cheap carpet of the trailer floor scratched at her feet when she stood up. The rough floor covering reminded her how much she hated the dump she'd had to live in but she was contented with knowing that soon she would be moving to a newer and better house or apartment.

With her new education and her experience in the work place, she had been accepted into a new job.

Marty looked at herself in the mirror, fluffed her hair and told herself she had to hurry. She had one last shift to put in on her old job.

Marty stopped by the bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water heat up. The next stop was the kitchen. She plugged in the coffee pot and went back to shower.

The shower's hot water steamed up the bathroom, fogging the mirror but Marty could still see her reflection. Thirty years old and her nipples still rose up and remained erect when she thought of Bob and the times they'd shared. When she thought back about her former husband she almost always got hot. Her thoughts were of Bob as she stood there in the bathroom.

She felt the tautness of her boobs and couldn't resist caressing them. She cupped her hands and using delicate touches, brushed her tits. Chills swept through her body. Marty knew she had to stop or risk being late for work.

"Damn," she muttered.

The thoughts of Bob wouldn't leave her. She remembered when he'd left her. High and dry, she was left with nothing but memories of the last eight years of her life.

"How could he have done this to me?" she grumbled out loud. "He took everything we had and just left."

Their divorce had been final for two years but still Marty felt the anger that came from Bob's leaving. She told herself, "Kid, at least you're young enough to start over."

And, start over she did. She enrolled in college to get her bachelor's degree and she worked her butt off to support herself. She blushed from the pride she felt.

The shower's water was very hot and she had to turn on the cold tap to adjust the temperature. She opened the curtain and stepped under the spray. Tiny beads of mist bounced off her firm, trim body. Marty adjusted the shower head to the massage position and let the water pummel her skin. The pulsing streams of hot water were invigorating. Slowly, Marty turned to get the full effect. Again, she started feeling the urge to touch herself.

The bar of soap she picked up was hard and slick. A smile crossed her lips and again she thought of Bob. She was horny and she thought of how Bob could have settled her down in just a few minutes.

She lathered her supple body and began to massage her tits again. This time the caresses were more insistent, more urgent. She arched against her, own hands and let her mind travel to a different time in her life. Her hands slithered down, lower, to the red, curly pubic hair. Her breath quickened when she touched the wetness not caused by the water. Small, circling motions with a single finger tip on her clit caused more juice to flow. The muscles in her pussy started to contract and, surprisingly, she was cumming almost immediately. The shock of the sudden onset of the orgasm shook her all the way from her head down to her toes. Marty almost collapsed from the intensity of the sudden release. Leaning against the wall she took time to regain herself. Though the orgasm had lasted only a moment, it seemed like a long, gut-wrenching time to her. She knew that she would still be to work on time.

Marty felt tingly and good. She thought for a minute about what she'd done to herself in the shower that made her feel so good. Though finger fucking herself took away the edge it wasn't what she needed or wanted. She needed a hot, hard cock stuffed up in her snatch. It had been so long but she was determined to forget the morality that hovered around her all the time. She meant to get laid and laid good.

The soap swirled down the drain and as she watched it disappear she said, "That's how my troubles are doing lately. Down the drain." She rinsed her body completely and said, "Hell, I don't have any troubles. They are all gone and I'm starting all fresh and new tomorrow."

A smile crossed her face as she stepped from the shower. The fluffy towel absorbed the water from her body while she patted herself dry. Dried and heading into the kitchen Marty thought how good it would be to have put in the last graveyard shift and then be free of her oppressive occupation.

The last time, too, that she would have to drive through the night while normal people were home in bed, sleeping or fucking or doing whatever came natural to them.

Marty finished toweling off in the bedroom. Feeling sexy she reached into the dresser for a black camisole that she saved for special occasions. Tonight would be special, she knew, so she slipped it on and pulled the uniform from the closet. Damned, ugly, brown uniform. How she hated it. It was required for her work though so she wore it and bore it bravely. She guessed they wanted her to look more like a man than a women so as not to excite the men too much.

Bras and panties were regulation also but not for Marty's last night. She put on the shirt and stepped into the pants, then the Wellington boots. She checked herself out in the mirror again and adjusted the uniform. "Prison guard extra-ordinary," she smiled. "I'm going to burn this damned thin when I get home in the morning."

Marty rushed into the kitchen and poured a large mug of coffee. She liked it lack and strong. A glance at the clock showed she stir had a few minutes to drive to work, she put two slices of bread in the toaster and leaned against the counter to wait for it to toast. When it popped up Marty took the slices of bread, some butter and jelly, and the coffee cup and left the trailer.

Her old Chevy ran well. It looked like hell but it got her around with no mechanical problems. Marty knew that the car would be the second thing to go after she started her new job. First the trailer, then the car.

The drive to work was uneventful. She parked under the bright lights and headed in through the heavy, barred gates. Through the metal detector and past the main desk.

"Evening Marty," the sergeant spoke to her.

"Hi Bill," she greeted him with a smile. Few knew that this was to be her last night and she wanted to keep it that way. If everyone knew they'd insist on throwing a going away party. She'd been to one once before and was not impressed. It had turned into a drunken orgy and that was not her style.

Little was mentioned at briefing and nothing was said about it being her last day. She went to her assignment; Building Two. It was the same that she'd had for the past two years.

"Hello Lonnie. Anything going on in the cellblock tonight?"

"Hi Marty." Lonnie smiled at the sexy lady when he looked up from the log book he was writing in. "Same shit. Just a different day." He signed his name in the book and handed it to her. "There. It's all yours for the next eight hours."

Marty took the book scanned the pages and signed in, accepting responsibility for the watch tour. "I've got it Lonnie."