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While not unusual given the environment, the sound of pounding against metal bars by flesh and the occasional guttural moan were not too uncommon for the Blackgate Correctional Facility, specifically in the women's prison block. What was unusual were the circumstances in which these sounds were being created. Rather than a top and her bitch up against the bars of the cell, wantonly pawing at each other's flesh and ramming into one another with makeshift dildo, tonight it was a male-on-female affair. Being a women's facility, the only male available is a guard. For the most part the guards were all female (to avoid any sexual misconduct issues) but this guard had a few powerful friends, at least powerful enough to get him a job working in a woman's prison. In his mind, this was the best way to get laid, and while it hadn't really worked for him for the few weeks he had been there, it all finally paid off as he sent another thrust into one of the most attractive prisoners the facility housed.
On the other side of the bars (having a notably less pleasant time than the guard) was one Roxanne Sutton, though during her brief adventure-spree in Gotham she went by Roxy Rocket. A former Hollywood stunt actress, Roxy turned to crime in order to facilitate the thrills she so desperately craved. However, time and time again she was caught by either Batman or Superman (most recently Batman), and sent to prison. In Gotham, if you had the right amount of crazy you could land a cushy padded room at Arkham, where the prisoners pretty much ran the place. But if you were the run of the mill criminal, or couldn't pass the rather difficult psych test to qualify, you were sent to Blackgate. Needless to say, there wasn't much excitement when you're stuck in prison.
Roxy found some enjoyment out of taking on the bigger inmates, starting riots in the cafeteria and brawls in the yard, but as with her stunt work, the thrill ran out. She had a new plan to get some thrills, however, but first she needed out of that hellhole, which is where her midnight rendezvous with Jackie the guard came in.
The plan was taking longer than she liked, as Jackie seemed to be holding back his climax, perhaps to try and impress her with his stamina or perhaps to prolong the enjoyment. Roxy knew it was no secret that she was one of the more attractive prisoners at Blackgate, a facility which primarily housed the henchmen of super villains and crime bosses, who also happen to be those who can't really take a punch from Batman all too well and end up looking pretty rough around the bruised-edges. Though having Caucasian ethnicity, she managed to keep herself quite tanned, giving herself a healthy and sexy glow. With her curves she could have easily gone into safer, more glamorous work as a model, sporting figure with a thin waist, wide hips, and humble C-cup breasts that sat perfectly-perkily on her chest. Her stunt work, and short crime sprees, kept her in toned shaped, rather than soft. Her thighs could crush a walnut between them, her stomach showed off a fair amount of muscle definition, and her arms didn't need to flex to show her bicep and tricep definition. She was no muscle bound body-builder, however, looking more feminine with her curves than masculine with her muscles.
Any fool who would question her gender by her work-out routine could easily be put in their place by her angelic face. Hazel, almond-shaped, eyes gleamed with excitement underneath thin, arched, eyebrows. A cute upturned nose sloping down just above dark, sensuous lips. Her hair used to be long and dark, not quite black but further from brown than black, and it ended just past her shoulder blades at its longest strand. Sadly, prison life dictated hair style choice, and it was too dangerous to have long hair when you started so many fights and so many wanted you stabbed in the back. So, alas, she had to cut it short into a more pixie style, but she swore once she was out she would grow it back out again – hopefully she would be out long enough to get it back to its prime length.
But back to her plan, Roxy was bent over, hands resting on her knees and keeping her legs straight so her plump ass could press against the bars just so. Jackie enjoyed pounding his modest cock into her slick entrance, and were there enough room he'd definitely be spanking the picturesque rear-end silly. His ego was easy to sate as Roxy gave a few half-hearted moans and words of encouragement during his dream-fulfillment. Roxy just needed this goof to take things a bit further, get more bold in his pursuit of pleasure, and finally one of her own desires came true.
With false masculinity, Jackie pulled at the collar of her orange shirt and tugged her back to be standing against the bars. A bit shocked at first, and more than a little peeved at his attitude, Roxy quickly put on her best sexualized face in order to egg him on further to whatever he was about to attempt.
