So Season 4 was a whirlwind, was it not? I finally watched the finale, and I won't spoil it, but…MY BABIES! Also, near the end, when Joan was TOTALLY getting turned on by…what she was doing, I remembered that I promised you guys a new chapter like…a week ago, and I hadn't delivered yet, so while it is all still fresh in my mind…here goes!

Thanks to the writers of Wentworth for using the plant room as a good setting for Jake/Vera sex, even though it made all of us Freakytits shippers cringe a little bit, but if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have my setting for this chapter.

Same disclaimer as before!

"Sierra 2, this is Sierra 6, would you meet me in the C block corridor?" Vera's radio chirped as she was just coming onto her shift. She fastened the utility belt around her waist and headed for the C block corridor. "What could Ferguson want with me over there?" Vera said to herself, walking down the vacant hallway to where Ferguson asked to meet her.

It was midnight. Vera was working Graveyard for Ms. Miles, to whom Vera owed a favor, and tonight was the night Ms. Miles decided to cash in on the favor. Since she and Governor Joan Ferguson had started to live together, Vera had told Joan where she would be going that night, and was oddly shocked when Joan was okay with Vera going into work at such a late hour.

What shocked Vera even more was seeing Joan's car in the lot when she drove up. "How did—how did Joan get here before me? And what is she doing here, anyway?" Vera asked herself, getting out of the car.

On her way in, she ran into Joan once, nodding at the Governor, who waited for Vera to follow her.

"What brings you in so late, Governor?" Vera asked coyly, with a big grin on her face.

"You can thank Derrick for this one, Vera," Joan said with mild disdain at the mention of Mr. Channing's name. "The Board has requested files on some new inmates, and they want it in the post as soon as possible." Vera nodded at Joan's brief, but strange statement. Couldn't the Board just wait until tomorrow?

Shaking it off, Vera and Joan parted ways, Vera heading to the locker room, and Joan heading to her office.

…

Hearing only the click-clack of her heels as she walked down the corridor, Vera yawned a bit, as she began to feel the night beginning to wear on her already tired body from her previous shift that day.

Vera saw Joan's statuesque figure standing by the plant room when Vera arrived, with a small tote bag in her hands. "What's that for?" Vera asked, pointing to the sack.

"You'll see." Joan was always mysterious, and especially at work, but Vera couldn't wrap her head around this one. "I need you to have a look in the plant room with me, Vera. There's something I want to show you."

Joan swiped her key card in front of the reader and opened the door to the plant room, allowing herself and Vera into it. The room was lit with a soft red glow, not allowing the women too much light, but enough to see where they were going.

The door closed behind Vera and she followed Joan around the corner. When she stopped, Vera's jaw hit the floor at the sight before her eyes.

Joan Ferguson, the Governor of Wentworth Correctional Facilities, was holding a strap-on dildo.

Vera turned four shades of red. "Where did you—how did you even get that into—What's this about?" Vera asked, stumbling over her words, and definitely feeling aroused.

"You left your journal lying around," Joan said, smirking in the dim, red light. "All I did was open it to the right page, and all of your sexual fantasies about me came pouring out. I have to say, this one is a particular favorite."

Vera hid her face in her hands, completely embarrassed that Joan had read her journal and seen all of her deepest, darkest secrets.

Joan walked up to Vera and placed her hands gently on Vera's hands. "I thought we could have some fun tonight, Vera." Joan said, looking down at Vera, that same smirk still on her face.

Vera, giddy with excitement and nerves, could only giggle, but pointed toward the door. "But—but what if someone comes in here?" She was getting more and more turned on by the minute, but she was also deathly afraid of getting caught with her pants down.

"All the inmates are asleep, and we have a skeleton crew working the shift tonight—and they are all nowhere near the C-block." Joan winked at Vera, and Vera seriously thought she felt her knickers hit ground in one fell swoop.

Joan then turned Vera around so that she faced the pipes, and placed both of Vera's hands on top of one of the larger pipes.

"Don't turn around," Joan said, whispering into Vera's ear before moving her hands to explore various parts of Vera's torso.

Very quickly, Joan put the strap-on over her trousers, secured the harness she wore, and walked behind Vera.

Vera moaned when she felt something graze across her arse teasingly. Suddenly, she was turned around, and she stood facing Joan.

Joan bent down a bit and began kissing Vera fervently, the passion building her own arousal which she would attend to when she went back home.

Vera, although somewhat unexperienced, was not completely new to the idea of sex, but while she was standing there away from Joan, she wondered how the logistics of all of this would work. There wasn't a mattress in the room, so they would obviously have to do it standing up, and Vera wondered how that would work, given their height differences.

In a nanosecond, her questions were answered because Joan lifted Vera's skirt, dropped Vera's knickers to her ankles, and Vera kicked them away. Keeping Vera's skirt lifted, Joan picked up Vera by the hips, and thrust her new member into Vera, causing a loud moan from the small Deputy Governor. Vera latched her legs around Joan's hips, and bucked and rode as Joan continued to thrust into her.

Vera knew that at the speed and with the force they had going, she would not last long, and she did her best to not fall apart in an instant. Within minutes, Joan realized that gravity was going to take over both of them soon enough, and wanting to see Vera fall to pieces in her arms, Joan backed Vera up against the far wall for leverage, and continued fucking Vera with the strap-on.

Vera felt Joan get a little rough with her against the wall, but Vera wasn't in any pain, and it only aroused her more, as it gave Joan the right amount of space to play with Vera's clit while holding on to her.

Before long, Vera's eyes were rolling in the back of her head, and she came with a loud moan, her entire face scrunched up except for her mouth, which was wide open. As she came down from her high, she went limp, and let Joan ease her down, feeling the loss of Joan's member, and wanting it back inside her as Joan maneuvered out of her.

A couple minutes later, Vera looked around on the ground for her knickers, not noticing that Joan had picked them up after taking off the strap-on, and held onto them.

"Time to get back to work, Vera," Joan said, crumpling up Vera's knickers and watching Vera watch her throw them in her tote.

"Could I have my knickers back?" Vera asked, chuckling at the Governor, and pointing to the bag.

Joan stood there for a moment as if thinking about her answer, and said coyly, "Mmm…no. They're mine now. Back to work."

Vera scoffed for a moment, but tidied herself up, and started heading toward the door.

"Wait a minute, Joan," Vera said, stopping behind Joan near the door. "I don't keep a journal."

Joan smirked once again and said, "I'll see you when you get off work," keeping an emphasis on the words "get off". She winked at Vera, who was blushing intensely now, and held the door open for her, before heading home.