La Basquaise by Angel Strand

Author:Angel Strand [Basquaise, La]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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centre of the improvised table. 'You're going to get divorced and married again.'

'No,' said Marthe, still smugly smiling her smile.

'Come on then, Marthe,' said Oruela. 'Tell us.'

'Well,' said Marthe, 'I've found a way to spy on the men's shower.'

Kim and Oruela's four eyes lit up. 'How?' they chorused.

'Well,' said Marthe, 'you know that air vent next to the library building? You know how it has steam coming from it sometimes. Well, that's where the steam comes from. All we have to do is loosen the cover and crawl up the shaft.'

'You silly cow,' said Kim. 'We'll be cooked!'

'No, we won't. Most of the heat goes out of the window. It's only a trickle that comes out through the vent.'

'I wouldn't like to chance it,' said Kim.

'I already have,' said Marthe.

'You did?' they wondered.

'I did,' said Marthe. She wasn't just smug now, she was positively gloating. 'Boy, there are some honeys incarcerated in this place. Real peaches. There was this one with a body like a god. A real muscular type. You know what I mean? He strode in and took the jet right under my eyes . . .' She stopped.

'Go on!' cried the other two.

'No,' said Marthe. 'I'll spoil it for you. You'll have to come with me to experience it.'

And so they were hooked. The next day saw them up at the crack of dawn like model prisoners and out in the yard in dungarees. All three now had passes to walk freely within the inner compound. Oruela kept watch while the other two unhitched the grating. They crawled into the darkness one after the other and replaced it. Marthe led the way in the dark. They turned a bend and climbed up a metal ladder fixed to the wall. At the top it opened out and some light came from another grille. Below them was the empty men's shower room.

They didn't have long to wait. No sooner had they settled themselves to watch, their faces virtually pressed up against the grating, than an inmate walked in wearing only a towel around his waist. He was an Algerian, the same who worked in the church. He took off the towel, revealing his slender hips and his sleepy genitals. The three watching women sighed. He took a jet on the opposite side of the room so they could only really see the back of him. His arse was tight and paler than the rest of him. He turned on the water and it gushed over his body. Soon another inmate came in and another and another until the shower was filled with them. All shapes and sizes wandered sleepily to the jets and turned on the water. The water made their bodies shine. Rivulets of liquid covered their skin and ran through the hair on their chests down to their loins. Over their backs, it ran down arses of all kinds. It was noisy enough in the shower for the muffled groans of the three women to go unheard.

'Look at that,' whispered Marthe.

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