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Title: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 18, 2020, 10:58:25 AM

The San Francisco Seven: The Robbery

Written by (in order of appearance) Rawballz, Evil, TRL and Victor Field

Starring (in alphabetical order): Troian Bellisario, Ashley Benson, Megan Fox, JoAnna Garcia, Alicia Keys, Blake Lively, Shay Mitchell, Rhona Mitra, Hayden Panettiere, Grace Park, Jaime Pressly, Emma Roberts, Roselyn Sanchez, Alessandra Torresani



You know, we really have to get the definitions of "chain story" (which these things technically aren't) and "collaboration" (which these things really are) sorted out. This is the first of a four-part miniseries about a ragtag group of ladies pulling a caper, and the consequences thereof - it was basically Rawballz's idea, hence Roselyn Sanchez. :) So even though circumstances mean his contributions don't extend much beyond the basic premise and introducing Miss Sanchez, Rhona Mitra and Jaime Pressly, this story likely wouldn't even exist without him.

It goes without saying that the ladies in this story, though real, are here in AU versions - and they're all fictional. They don't really indulge in webcams or rob banks, and they certainly don't kill people. And what with it featuring violence, sexual themes (well, duh) and strong languages, it's not intended for under-18s or those over-18s with sensitive feelings (in which case why are you even here?), or for anyone who can't stand the cast of "Pretty Little Liars."

You can put your praise or complaints on the boards; you can even send praise or complaints to the authors themselves, if you so desire, although since there are four of them involved and their email addresses aren't included this time it might be tough. Anyway, enough preamble, time for our feature presentation...

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There could not be a better place to be. Roselyn looked around in complete astonishment at her surroundings. The grass was greener, the cloudless sky was bluer than she had ever seen before. The beautiful songs sung by the birds sounded sweeter than ever. Every single flower’s pedals opened up to greet her as she walked by. The light breeze gently flowed through her long, black hair. There seemed to be not another soul around as she followed the narrow trail deeper and deeper into this magical land. She was naked as the day she was born, but it seemed okay. It felt like it would be a disservice to this lovely land to hide your own beauty from it. She had nothing to hide, and who would hide from this heaven?

The winding trail soon opened up to a clearing with a dreamlike brook cutting through the earth. Roselyn sauntered her way over to a large, smooth rock, sat down, and dangled her feet into the water. The cooling sensations of the brook ran pleasant shivers all over her bronze body. Her eyes slowly shut, and her she began to drift off into a deep slumber. Suddenly, she felt a few raindrops falling onto her. Her eyes opened again, and as the rain gained tremendous momentum, she saw that the rain was red. Startled, she maneuvered to escape off the rock to seek shelter. A hand from the bloody river suddenly grabbed her around her right ankle. She tried to scream, but her voice was paralyzed in complete fear. The man raised completely out of the creek, and glared at Roselyn. She recognized the man, she thought just before a pair of arms nabbed her from behind.

Roselyn awoke in her bed with the bed sheets twisted around her legs, and her wife-beater t-shirt covered with sweat. Her heartbeat began to slow down to a normal pace again. Back to reality, and back to the adobe home she shared with her partner, Alicia. Back to Albuquerque, New Mexico, and back to her life. It wasn’t quite like the heaven she dreamt of, but neither the hell that it had quickly turned into. She heard the water running in the shower, and the sound of brushing teeth, as she sat on the side of the bed trying to gather her thoughts. “Finally awake?” Alicia asked with a smile, and her lips coated with toothpaste foam.

Roselyn arose from the bed, and walked into the bathroom where Alicia continued to brush her teeth. “Are you okay, Popi?” Alicia asked.

“I’m fine, just a strange dream,” she responded, as she bent over to drink from the faucet.

“You want to talk about it?” Alicia asked as she wrapped up her teeth scrubbing.

“How’s Joshua?” Roselyn asked, completely dismissing Alicia’s inquiry.

“He’s good. Ate like a bandit, and now he’s fast asleep back in his crib.”

Roselyn stood in front of the sink, blankly looking at her reflection in the mirror. Alicia slowly sauntered up behind her, and gently wrapped her arms around her abdomen. “Are we okay?” Alicia whispered into her ear.

Roselyn smiled, and rubbed her hands over Alicia’s encompassing arms. “We’re great.” Roselyn paused. “I’m sorry, I just feel grimy.”

“Care to join me in the shower?” Alicia smiled slyly at Roselyn in the mirror.

“You get it warmed up. I’ll be in there after I brush my teeth.”

“I’ll get it hot and steamy,” Alicia giggled and kissed her on the neck.

Alicia dropped her robe, and headed into the shower. Roselyn stared at her nude body as she walked behind her, and disappeared behind the curtain. It was hard to believe that only six months had passed since Alicia gave birth to her son, Joshua. It was even harder to believe that her body looked as good as it does after that process, Roselyn thought. The two of them met only another six months before the birth. While their relationship was not based upon pity, Roselyn couldn’t help but feel a little for her. Alicia was over three months pregnant when they met. Having been dumped by the father, alone, and confused, Roselyn really admired Alicia’s strength to possibly raise a baby on her own. Alicia had never been with a woman before Roselyn, and that was one thought that gnawed at the back of her mind. Did Alicia really love her like she professes she does? Was she only with her because she was a helping hand in her troubled state? Too many questions,
but not serious enough to bring up in conversation. Maybe it was just in Roselyn’s state of mind about not being able to fully trust another person. Maybe it was because of the secret life she has hidden from Alicia, and was projecting the mistrusts onto her mate. These were thoughts she would have to work out on her own, she knew that.

Roselyn peeled off her damp undershirt and pulled down her black panties before stepping into the shower with Alicia. “Are you working today?” Alicia asked with her back turned toward Roselyn.

“Yeah, I need to get something done before the mortgage payment is due again,” Roselyn replied while soaping up Alicia’s back.

“You know, I can always double on my piano students,” Alicia spoke as she turned to face her, while letting the hot water rush down through her hair.

“That won’t be necessary. I have plenty of worked backed up for me to rifle through.”

Alicia smiled, “Your investments, huh?”

“Yeah, I have some good leads,” Roselyn replied without making eye contact.

“Well, what kind of investments?”

“The usual: Beachfront properties, mango farms, soap production…” Roselyn began to trail off as she rubbed the soap over Alicia’s breasts and stomach. “Vaginal stimulation,” she added as her soap-filled hand found its way between Alicia’s legs to her honey pot.

“Mmmmmmmmm. I like the sound of that last one.” Alicia whispered and lightly bit her bottom lip. “Can you show me how to invest in that?”

“You already are," Roselyn responded with a wicked smile.

Alicia leaned over and kissed Roselyn on her awaiting mouth, as her hands cradled her breasts. Roselyn continued to soap her dripping wet pussy ever so gently with the bar of Zest, with the tips of her fingers massaging her outer labia, and occasionally tickling her anus. A quick wave of pleasure rolled through Alicia’s body, as she worked her busy lips down Roselyn’s neck and toward her chest. Alicia circled Roselyn’s areolas with her feisty tongue and lightly bit at her nipples. Roselyn quickly returned the playful biting by squeezing her teeth down on the left side of Alicia’s neck. A low groan escaped her lips, as Roselyn licked her way down to her bare shoulder. Roselyn’s hands soothed their way around massaging Alicia’s hips, and her fingernails lightly scraped around them to her tight ass. With a hand on each cheek, Roselyn spread them apart, leaving her open asshole vulnerable to the warm, falling water. Instinctively, Alicia knew
what this meant and followed accordingly. She turned around with her back facing Roselyn again and bent to a ninety degree angle, placing her hands on the sides of the tub for support. Roselyn grabbed the removable shower head and ran the hot water down her back until it reached Alicia’s fully displayed ass. Roselyn knelt down behind her and watched closely as the waterfall caressed over her light brown cheeks and puckered asshole. Alicia bit onto her bottom lip in anticipation.

Roselyn’s magic fingers massaged and kneaded Alicia’s ass cheeks firmly, grabbing up handfuls of the wet, rounded skin. She briskly backhanded the inside of Alicia’s right thigh with her right hand. “Up!” Roselyn demanded. Like a good newbie just learning the ropes of the submissive lesbian, Alicia promptly lifter her right leg and placed her foot on the edge of the bathtub. “Good girl,” Roselyn smiled. Alicia was now completely open for business. She placed the shower head on Alicia’s back, with its head pointed back at her so the water continued to flow down her awaiting ass. Roselyn reached forward through Alicia’s wide opened legs all the way to her dangling breasts. She pinched and flicked at her fully erect nipples, then slowly retracted her hand down her nude, soaked body. Over her abdomen and down to her pelvis, then stopping at her clitoris where her long fingers began to apply just the right amount of pressure. Alicia moaned
as the thoroughbreds of pleasure galloped through her body. Roselyn then pushed her left index finger carefully into Alicia’s asshole. Her ass muscles tightened instantly, but then relaxed. Roselyn buried her face into her backside, and hungrily lapped at her quivering pussy. “Gyyyuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Alicia bellowed into the four by four inch bath tiles in front of her face. Her arms and legs shook feverishly, as she came quick and hard onto Roselyn’s tongue and mouth. Alicia tried to catch her breath, as Roselyn helped her back to her feet. She tenderly held the shaking beauty in her arms, kissed her on her trembling lips, and whispered to her, “Now it’s my turn, mi hermosa flor.” Roselyn spread her legs, and pushed Alicia down on her knees.

An hour later in downtown Albuquerque, Roselyn walked out of the bank after making a much needed transaction. She could feel her pulse race and her blood pressure soar every time she came here, or any banking establishment for that matter. The old days; although the jobs were extraordinarily stressful and uncertain at times, there was no other time that her mind was more clear. It just came naturally for her to rob, especially banks. Roselyn could feel the thrill of it still deep inside her, although it had been three years since that botched job in Omaha. The demons still chased her about that those fateful minutes that she had to take the life of that man. Roselyn had always made it a rule not to kill unless it was completely necessary and there was no other alternative, but she knows that he didn’t have to die. If only Jaime would have…

Roselyn’s train of thought suddenly derailed as she saw a person leaning next to her F-150. Like a ghost from her past, Rhona Mitra was there before her very eyes. “Surely, this must be trouble,” Roselyn thought to herself and made the sign of the cross.

“You lost?” Roselyn asked her, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh my dear Popi,” Rhona smirked. “I told you that you wouldn’t see me again until I found the perfect job.”

Roselyn stared at her, and although she could sense the uncertainty, the itch of the thrill filled her very soul.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chicago, later that night. In the master bedroom of an upper-class house in a upper-class neighborhood, a man in his mid-forties, and his wife in her late thirties both lay on their bed side by side, blindfolded and naked with their hands bound together behind their respective backs. The man’s right foot was tied to one bedpost, while his left foot was bound to his wife’s right, and her left was tied to the other bedpost. Both of them were gagged properly as only a professional could do. Both of them laid there in fear, not knowing what would become of them next. The entire house was in a state of complete chaos. Drawers had been gone through, closets emptied and the safe’s door opened. Jaime Pressly walked back into the dimly lit bedroom wearing nothing but her tight-fitting black lace bra and panties, and her I-Pod headphones on with the device tucked neatly into the side of her underwear. She playfully danced her way over to the bed with Barry
White singing in her ears.

Jaime stopped wiggling her hips and stood at the foot of the bed, just staring at the couple. The brightness on her face, turned suddenly into a disapproving glare. “Y’all, I’m really sorry about the position y’all are in, but you did kinda force my hand a little bit, y’know? I mean, I pride myself on stealin’ from rich yuppies like yourselves. I’m certainly not sorry about that, but like, I know it must be humiliating and all to be naked and tied up like this. At least you can be thankful that I didn’t go ahead with my original plan of hog-tying y’all, right? That’s very uncomfortable right there, speaking from experience.”

Jaime giggled at herself and hopped up on the bed on her knees between the husband’s legs. She then unhooked and then shrugged off her bra. “Here’s what’s gonna happen next though. I gotta tell you, I get real famished after an event like this. Y’know, just so hungry, and I got to admit, it gets me just a little horny as well.” Jaime looked over at the bound wife. “I’m gonna suck your husband’s cock, little Mrs. Housewife, m’kay? I don’t really dig on the beaver that much, but don’t you worry. I may throw you something a little special too now.”

As much as the man wanted to fight it, he couldn’t help but achieve a half erection at the words that so easily poured out of his captor’s mouth. Jaime laughed, “Ma’am, I think he’s already looking forward to this.”

After the words exited her face, Jaime wrapped her entire mouth around the man’s cock. Her lips pressed up around the base of his manhood, and her tongue swirled circles around the shaft and head of his dick for about thirty seconds. The man grunted loudly into his gag, as Jaime lifted her head and mouth off of his lap. His cock was fully erect now, and even pulsating with hot blood inside. Jaime smiled, “You about to shoot your load already?” She cupped the man’s tight scrotum and massaged it with one hand, and began masturbating his penis with the other. He moaned louder and louder until the stroking of his cock became too much to bear, and he came into Jaime’s well-timed and open mouth.

“Lookit you, Quick Draw McGraw!” she barely uttered with the cum hot in her mouth. Jaime shuffled off the bed and walked over to the side where the wife laid. She pulled the gag out of her mouth and forced her mouth open. Jaime leaned over and with her lips just hovering an inch over hers, she spit the cum into the wife’s mouth. She was a good sport and let her swallow before giving her a deep kiss, and replacing her gag.

Already thirty miles outside of Chicago, Jaime’s Mustang zoomed down the interstate heading now to God knows where. The familiar ringtone was barely audible over the country music playing on the radio. Jaime quickly turned the music down and answered. “Yeah!” she shouted in her usual way.

“Blondie, I have a job for you.” Rhona spoke.

“Hell, girl just point me in the right direction!”

Jaime chatted with her just a few moments longer, before looking at her fingernails and knowing it was going to be a bitch to remove the blood that was coated underneath them.


* * * * * * * * * *

Shay Mitchell stood in the center of the campus of the University of Southern California. She outstretched her arms and took a deep breath of southern California air. She sighed and looked up at the stature of the USC mascot, Tommy Trojan, near the center of campus. This was the perfect place to start over with a new life.

Shay walked past the floral arrangement in front of Doheny library and even stopped to admire the bushes that were cut to spell out U-S-C. As Shay stopped to take it all in she thought to herself about how exciting her new life would be.

Another reason she stopped was who was approaching her, both girls were tanned with long blonde hair and both wore tight fitting sorority t-shirts that clung to their bodies in a way that made Shay stop and admire for the briefest of moments. As both girls absent-mindedly walked past Shay, the brunette looked at them as they walked away. Her eyes went straight for their asses swaying back and forth in their skirts, Shay let out a quiet moan to herself as she turned back to Doheny.

Shay knew she had to control her lusts, she didn't want her sexuality getting out on her first day. Never mind what would happen if her family found out. Shay's beeping cell phone brought her out of her haze, she had to meet with her faculty advisor. She closed her cell phone and made her way toward Popovich Hall. Economics and business was something that always fascinated Shay and she hoped that she could make a go of it here at USC.

As she entered her faculty advisor's office and pulled off her light sweater, it was hot enough in SoCal she mused, she didn't need to be any hotter.

And hot was exactly what Shay was as she looked herself over in a mirror, her exotic features, her long dark hair and bronze skin would make her very popular on campus. Shay smoothed out her short skirt and pulled it down her shapely legs a bit more to be more presentable for her first meeting with her advisor. She had been on campus for nearly a week now and had yet to plan out her future studies with her advisor.

She took a breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came the voice from the other side.

Shay entered the room and smiled.

"Ah, Miss... Fields. Emily Fields is it?" asked the beautiful counselor.

"Yes, Emily Fields." Shay said with a smile on her face as she sat down.

"Rhona Mitra," the woman said by way of introduction. "Now, your file says you're here at USC to study... economics?"

"Yes, economics. My family are all engineers so I didn't want to go into the family business. I wnted to try my own thing." Shay said nervously smiling. She marveled at Rhona's beauty, her long dark hair and striking features. Shay quivered slightly in her seat.

"Your family, Miss Fields...I wonder how your family would react to this?" Rhona pulled out a picture from the file and showed it to Shay. Shay's blood ran cold and she turned white. Rhona smiled at the girl's predicament.

"Your name isn't really Emily Fields, is it?" Rhona said, putting the picture down on the desk and leaning back in her chair. Shay looked away from the photo, it showed her at a strip club sliding up a pole with her back to it.

"In fact, your name is actully Shay Mitchell, youngest daughter of Canada's Mitchell family, The most notorious family of thieves in Canada. You, however, chose not to go into the family business now why is that?" Rhona asked, a wicked smile forming on her face.

"I....um...my family...doesn't want me...um...trading on their name." Shay said hanging her head.

Rhona pulled out a packet and slammed it on the desk.

"You pull off this job, they will be trading on your name." Rhona said.

"I'm not in that business, I can't..." Shay said, shaking her head back and forth.

"Give it a chance darling." Rhona said standing up, Shay's eyes went straight to Rhona's legs. Her body reacted instantly, she crossed her own legs and squeezed them together tightly trying to stifle her arousal. Rhona sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs in front of Shay.

"I know full well what not only your family is capable of, but you as well." Rhona said, reaching back for her file. Looking through it she held up 'Emily's' high school transcripts.

"These forgeries are very well done. Your family must have taught you well, wonder why they don't want you in the family business." Rhona said as she read through the file. Shay sat nervously in her chair, trying to process the fact that her past had been found out as well as controlling her own lusts. Shay's panties were soaked.

"W-what do you want with me?" Shay asked as she crossed her legs again, tightly. Rhona smiled and flipped her hair back.

"You have two skills that are quite valuable to me Miss Mitchell. You are already an expert document forger, and you also have a photographic memory. Which is the main skill I need you for." Rhona said flipping through the file again.

"I'm trying to start over..." Shay said with a bit of fire in her voice. A fire that was quickly put out when Rhona waved a couple more surveillance photos in front of her.

Shay's blood ran cold when she saw them, they were even worse then her grinding on a pole. The first one had her in a passionate liplock with a random blonde girl, the second one had the same blonde sliding two fingers up Shay's short skirt, the look on her face in the photo could not be explained away were anyone else to see it.

"Now, I know you want a fresh start away from the criminal lifestyle. I can offer you that in spades if you do this job for me. If you dont..." Rhona said sitting on the couch next to a nervous Shay. "...your family finds these pictures on their doorstep." Shay's eyes went wide as she moved back on the couch, she swallowed. Her fate was sealed.

"I'll do it."

Rhona smiled. "I thought you might."

Rhona sat down on the couch and ran her hand up Shay's leg and slightly up her skirt, eliciting a moan from the younger girl.

"Now to seal our deal." Rhona said as she kissed Shay on the lips.

Shay's hands reached up and cupped the other woman's breasts, where she started massaging them without thinking. Rhona's tongue invaded Shay's mouth a moment later, working it's way right down Shay's throat.

Rhona grabbed the bottom of Shay's skirt and pulled it down. Shay lifted her ass up off the couch so she could slide it off.

Rhona smiled as it became clear Shay hadn't worn panties.

"My, what a naughty little fake-student-slash-stripper you are, Miss Emily Fields. Not wearing panties under such a short skirt? That's positively slutty."

Rhona licked her finger seductively and slid it into Shay's wet opening, eliciting a moan from the student. Rhona pumped the fingers into Shay repeatedly as the girl's moans got louder.

Rhona's finger ficking pace slowed as she leaned in and whispered to Shay "I'm going to fuck your pussy raw and I am going to make you love it."

"Oh yeah," Shay groaned. "Oh yeah!!! That’s it!! Lick me!!! Lick me there!!!"

Shay moaned as she let this woman fuck her. Shay had to worry what this woman might do if she resisted. Shay was in the closet with her sexuality and she knew she had been careless when she fucked that blonde in the club that night...'What was her name? Ashley?' Shay wondered idly as she squirmed under Rhona's touch.

Those pictures would sever her ties with her family forever. They may have been gypsies, tramps, liars and thieves but for some reason the thought of their daughter being with another girl would have ashamed them.

Rhona smiled and moved in and engulfed Shay's pussy with one lick as she pumped a finger in and out along with her tongue. Shay's moaning was almost instinctive, her moans were almost loud enough to alert people outside to what was going on.

"Oh fuck!!!" Shay moaned and as Rhona paused, denying Shay the sensations for a moment. "Oh fu-u-u-uck-k-k-k!!!"

Rhona knew what was happening and smiled as she slid her fingers in and out of Shay faster and faster. She loved the fact that when Shay had climaxed, Rhona would make her return the favor, whether Shay wanted to or not.

Rhona slid her fingers in deep and nibbled on Shay's ultra sensitive clit and she let out a massive moan as she came all over the couch and Rhona's fingers. Rhona put her fingers by Shay's mouth and instinctively the girl sucked them clean, Rhona smiled as she saw Shay move her fingers down her body to rub her pussy while she sucked.

Rhona pulled her fingers out of Shay's mouth and she smacked Shay on the ass, eliciting a yelp from the young woman. Shay's big brown eyes looked directly at Rhona as she sat down next to the bottomless girl.

"It's your turn Shay." Rhona said as she slid her skirt and panties down her shapely legs. Rhona pulled Shay in for a deep kiss, lowered the younger woman to her knees and sat back down.

Once again Shay and Rhona locked lips. Shay ripped open Rhona's blouse exposing her bra-clad tits to the room. Shay made her way to Rhona's bra covered breasts and got to work pleasing her with her various licking and sucking. The raven-haired beauty loved the feel of Shay's sweet tongue massaging her hard nipples, Rhona moaned in enjoyment. Rhona smiled seductively as she felt Shay kissing and licking down her washboard stomach.

Shay took one finger and gently put it deep in Rhona's pussy, pushing it in and out. She pulled the finger out and sucked it clean as she looked Rhona in the eyes. Rhona smiled.

"Well, get to it then." Rhona said smiling.

Shay continued to finger and tongue Rhona's sopping wet slit, starting slowly, but escalating her efforts as Rhona's body reacted. The older woman humped Shay's face, the effort making her a bit breathless, yet somehow empasising each and every one of Rhona's moans.

"Yes, that's good" Rhona moaned as Shay's tongue work continued.

Shay, in pure lesbian fashion, tongued and fingered Rhona's womanhood like there was no tomorrow. Now sliding one of her free fingers in Rhona's ass, her licking continued as the older woman's legs quivered, almost ready for her orgasm. Gaining this knowledge, Shay had doubled her efforts to please her. She could already feel it coming.

"Oh, that's incredible Shay." Rhona moaned as she held Shay's head between her legs.

Shay's head was nearly squashed due to Rhona wrapping her legs around it. The sensation was too great for her, and Rhona immediately squirted out her mass amount of cum right on her face and in her mouth. Shay was more than happy to savor the luscious juices and did just that. After Rhona's orgasm ended, the weakened Shay simply gazed at her. Rhona's thighs nearly made Shay black out but she gazed up at her, admiring her sexy, nearly naked body as she tasted the remainder of Rhona's cum. Shay decided that this was worth what she was about to do for Rhona.

Shay stood up to put her skirt back on, as she turned her back to Rhona she felt a sharp stinging slap on her ass which made her jump in surprise. She turned to see Rhona standing there with a packet.

"This packet explains the entire job and everything you will need to do." Rhona said as she handed Shay the packet and buttoned up her blouse. Rhona passed Shay and opened the door.

"You might want to get dressed before the real counselor shows up, Miss Fields," Rhona said, emphasising Shay's fake name. She grabbed the still-confused Shay and kissed her deeply on the lips, and walked out of the office. She paused in the doorway, glancing back at the young woman still half-naked on the floor. "Oh, and you'll need a new wardrobe for your next job. Try to do better than stripper-chic, would you?"

* * * * * * * * * *

When Emma Roberts was on a job, she wasn’t put off by the target having a pussy instead of a prick. All that mattered was getting onto the premises where the target was; this time she’d lucked out.

In her bedroom Mrs. Ernestine Delacroix pinned the young woman under her, licking out her snatch and kissing her clit as Emma moaned and writhed; as far as Mrs. Delacroix was concerned, Emma was a prostitute on call and she was a married woman who liked having the odd munch – the younger the better - without her husband knowing. Emma’s lithe, nubile body bucked as she fondled the woman’s head, telling her not to stop EVER…

“See you later?” Mrs. Delacroix asked, seeing her out.

“Count on it. I live around here,” Emma laughed, lying on both counts.

“Best $300 I ever spent.”

”We said $250.”

”Your pussy tastes too nice to not leave a tip.”

With one last kiss, Emma left her customer – she'd only had a bag on her. But this bag had everything she needed. And once she got onto the roof, it was showtime…

Emma had always gotten a thrill out of breaking and entering, even more so than actually stealing. She liked to take risks on her jobs, and since she never worked with a gang the only way to heighten the rush she got was to… well, to work naked. Thrill aside, it helped her out going through airvents – her already slim body had no need to worry about clothes snagging against anything, and the bag she took with her was only big enough to carry whatever she needed. It also served as a distraction if she was ever interrupted – Emma still chuckled whenever she remembered the guard who’d seen her in the gallery; her beautiful bareness had distracted him only briefly, but it had been long enough for Emma to send him to the Land of Nod.

With the oily contents of the bottle in her bag freshly depleted all over her lovely tight body, and with her few clothes safely inside that bag, Emma manoeuvred herself into the airvents using the passageway on the roof, always the easiest way in. Five floors later she reached her destination; like all the rooms in this apartment building, it was a well-decorated place – but her research had shown the floor in the room she was aiming for had a weight-sensitive detector activated whenever the owner went to bed, which went off the SECOND anyone touched the floor. So she’d have to do it hanging in midair. And avoiding the sensors whose invisible lights were throughout the room and around the picture behind which lay the safe, so she’d have to do it upside down.

This was one time Emma was glad she didn’t have a rack like Christina Hendricks – even if those enormous jugs wouldn’t have been a drawback to squirreling through tight spaces, having them hanging down and slapping onto her face could have been fatal at a time like this. As it was, Emma’s more average melons were no impediment as she connected the rope to the grille she’d placed on the wall secured by her extremely strong plastic adhesive (tested up to 300 lbs) and lowered herself, pushing the picture aside.

Yep, there it was – none of those pressed ear/knob turnings here; it was one of those screen-and-keypad jobs. Of course, she could have just blown the safe, but she didn’t like to do that unless it was a last resort; the fewer traces left behind, the bigger the surprise for the owners. From her bag of tricks, Emma withdrew what looked like an mp3 player, but what when put against the safe started to read it electronically… it wouldn’t be long before she got the combination.

“We’re in,” she said as the seven figures came up. “Come to mama…” She keyed in the numbers, and the safe silently slid open, revealing…

An envelope.

But Emma was used to that; why would people as rich as her target keep their actual cash in the safe? The money might be somewhere else, but the KEY to the money was almost certainly right here. Emma reached for the envelopes, wondering what was in there… security details? Cards? Account numbers?

”You’ve got a beautiful bum on you, Emma. I’d hate to have to put a bullet through it.”

Emma’s hand froze. SonofaBITCH! And the woman knew her name…

As the lights came on, Emma swivelled around to get a look at Rhona Mitra, standing in the room with a gun pointed at her. A gun that looked as if it could leave her all over this room if she moved wrong.

“I don’t suppose I could tell you it’s not what you think?” she asked sheepishly.

“You could,” the British brunette answered. “Or I could bring in the police and have them take care of it. Or I could just shoot you and then call the police. Killing a cat burglar in the act? Especially one who’s wanted in several cities? No one would possibly blame me.”

Emma wasn’t liking this at all. Not only was Rhona holding all the cards, but if any more blood went to her head it might explode.

“Or we could come to some kind of… arrangement,” Rhona continued, striding towards the inverted American lass. “Only one other person has ever come close to stealing from me as you have, and she used to work for me.”

”Used to…?”

”Let’s just say her ability to judge distances between rooftops left something to be desired. In addition to your more obvious attributes, you also know how to get into just about any secure facility on the planet.”

”Except for the Jonas brothers’ pants,” Emma cracked.

Rhona allowed a second smile to flit across her face. “That’s one reason why I’m going to let you stay out of jail. Another is… you can stop pretending to be Spider-Man, by the way.”

Emma gratefully put herself right side up and lowered herself to the floor, shaking herself to bring the blood back to its proper places. “What’s the other?” she asked her prospective employer.

“I told you, you have a very lovely backside. And front. Before we get down to business, I’m going to play with it a little.” Rhona let her nightgown drop to the ground, showing Emma her lovely nude form and not missing the way the girl’s eyes lit up. “As you have already slept with one of my employees, you may as well get a promotion.”

”One of your… wait a minute. Delacroix?”

”Exactly. You see, your reputation precedes you...”

“Look who’s talking.”

”Yes. Anyway, on finding you were in this city and knowing you like to research your quarry, I had Mrs. Delacroix get in touch with you and make herself available. Once she had brought you to her - to MY – building, the rest was easy.”

”Does she really like girls?”

”Actually, yes. Unlike her husband.”

Rhona was still holding the gun on Emma, but the girl was at ease when the metal touched her flesh; the older woman started stroking her with the gun barrel, moving it through her hair, along her left cheek and down across her breasts. Rhona’s free hand was massaging Emma’s tender rump as she knelt to give the burglar a kiss on the lips. Emma had no trouble returning the kiss as she rested her hands on Rhona’s breasts, slowly stroking the heavy orbs.

Emma’s nerves were holding up until she felt the long gun barrel slipping into her tight little snatch.

Rhona felt Emma’s body tensing up. “Don’t worry, I was never going to shoot,” Rhona assured her. “The safety’s on.”

Emma relaxed a little as Rhona slid the gun in and around her pussy, accompanying each thrust and twist with little kisses over her body. Emma tasted Rhona’s nipples, her hand straying down between the woman’s legs and slipping a finger inside; Rhona was what she called a rainforest down there, because she was hot and wet. Just how she liked it. She groaned as Rhona’s gun thrust up her, teasing and pushing.

“Turn around,” Rhona said. Emma obeyed, obligingly spreading her taut tush. Her boss studied the glistening gun barrel for a moment, all lubed with Emma’s own cunt, before she pressed the tip to Emma’s asshole and pushed forward. Fast. The girl wanted to yell, but she gritted her teeth – she had a feeling that Rhona Mitra was not the kind to tolerate wimps. She held her ground, feeling Rhona pumping the gun with one hand and returning the favour Emma’s fingers had given her with the other, fondling and pushing fingers up the girl’s pussy. Emma started to gasp as the boss let her have it at both entrances, twisting the weapon inside her stretching anus with every pant.

Emma’s body started to quiver as Rhona’s gun moved faster, the girl’s mind on her lover’s magnificent body – oooh, if only they were reversed…Emma’s image of Rhona’s luscious rump was soon replaced by the sensations of heat through her body as her silence was broken by a series of rapidly louder cries as she shook under Rhona’s moves. Emma wailed in joy as her cunt soaked Rhona’s fingers; with one last thrust her body quaked in orgasm, as Rhona slid her gun out of the girl.

The sweating, shaking burglar sank to the floor in relief as Rhona strode to the still-open safe and took out the envelope. “This is what you came for,” she said as calmly as if she hadn’t just fucked Emma Roberts in the ass with a gun. “I must admit that if you hadn’t found it, I would have been very upset. Here,” she added, giving the girl the envelope. “This contains the information for the main job I’ve hired you for. Read it, commit it to memory, and destroy it. I will contact you when it’s time. Now leave.”

Emma pointed to her butt.

“All right, when you’ve recovered...”

* * * * * * * * * *

As soon as Emma had departed, the same way she arrived, Rhona studied the gun she had used on her.

Without clicking the safety button, she fired three shots into the nearest cushion.

“Oh yes, Emma Roberts,” Rhona said softly. “I would have been VERY upset.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven: The Robbery [multiple celebrities] (continued)
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 18, 2020, 11:13:16 AM

Hidden deep inside the warehouse district of Los Angeles, Bago’s Chop Shop was a busy little hive of criminal activity. A converted old storage space that was now a happening garage that no one on the right side of the law had been able to find in almost two years, Bago’s was THE place to go for stolen, chopped, and cleaned parts for cars. Brian “Bago” Stone - no one knew where he got the nickname, but it had stuck anyway - had made his illegal business stealing cars, but had graduated to the much safer business of stripping said stolen cars, and selling their parts. These days, he let other people do his thieving for him.

“Hot one, comin’ in!”

Bago looked up from where he was watching Rashawn and Chippi strip the Lexus that had come in last night of it’s fancier features. Ricky was waving from the top ring of the catwalks above, where he could see out the small window, and see who was coming. A moment later, the garage door started sliding up, and sure enough, a pair of headlights could be seen outside, swinging into Bago’s faster than anyone should be driving in this neighborhood.

“Oh no,” Bago said, a huge smile on his face. “Oh, hell no! Girl, you did NOT!” The car came to a screeching stop all of two feet in front of Bago, and he drank in the sweet lines of the black Ferrari California Grand Touring sports car. “Where on EARTH did you find this?”

The door swung open, and a long, leather-clad leg stepped out. A moment later, a tattooed body followed it. Covered only with a halter top with a very small back and skin-tight leather pants, Megan Fox shook out her dark hair and smiled sweetly at Bago.

“Stole it from the RCA records lot - don’t ask me who it belongs to, I don’t know. Yours now, for the right price.”

“Fox, girl, you are the BEST,” Bago said, taking her by the arm and guiding her back towards his office - basically a room with a chair, a safe, a table, and a couch he often slept on.

“And don’t you forget it,” Megan said as she closed the door behind them. “I had to outrun 12 state trooper, and 3 choppers.” As the door clicked shut, she reached behind her back and undid the small tie that kept her top wrapped around her ample breasts. Releasing her tits, she turned to find Bago already yanking down his pants and pulling out his stiff cock.

“Get on the couch, let me give you your payment,” he said, smiling as Megan shimmied out of her pants. By the time she turned around, Bago was on her, pushing her down onto his couch, his rock-hard cock jabbing towards her crotch.

“Mmmm, you don’t waste any time, do you, babe?” Megan asked as Bago’s cock slid into her wet little snatch. Megan felt his manhood filling her as he plunged as deep as he could - though not as deep as Megan would’ve liked; Bago was not a large man in the penis department. Still, fucking him kept the more disreputable members of his garage from trying to get with Megan, and that was all she really cared about. Well, that and the money Bago paid her to bring him hot little cars.

“God, you feel so tight!” Bago said, moving back and forth inside her. Megan moaned, not really feeling what Bago was doing. Megan hated to admit it, but she was in a bit of a rut, sexually, and Bago was doing nothing to break her out of it, what with his constant hopping on top of her, jabbing his cock inside her, and rutting like a pig until he got off. Shame, really - he was rather cute, though not anyone Megan would consider her type. If she even had a type when it came to men.

“Mmmm, god! You are SO hot! Almost as hot as that Ferrari!” Bago cried out, shoving himself even harder into Megan. He wasn’t that far off - why did he always have to have such a hair-trigger sometimes? It was times like this Megan wished she could be with girls - they, at least, didn’t blow their load before Megan could even get worked up. Stupid boys and their stupid penises.

Well, Megan had a nice little vibrator in her purse that’d get her through this mess, once Bago was done and had paid her for the car. Megan didn’t know where Bago got all that cash, but she was damn glad he could - Megan had expensive tastes.

Bago was really getting into it now, his mouth dropping down to one of Megan’s tits and sucking away like mad. One of his hands dove down between the cushions of the couch and groped Megan’s bare ass. Megan repressed a sigh. Was that even five minutes? Was it even 2? God, someone needed to teach Bago some self control. Well, it was no wonder the washed up has been didn’t have a real girlfriend. Maybe it WAS time Megan moved on, found better grounds. If she ever got caught, she’d have quite the rap sheet already. She forced out another sexy moan, and hoped Bago WOULD finish quickly. She had the sudden desire to start looking into other cities she could start hitting up.

“Well, this is quite the scene,” a smooth, sophisticated voice suddenly echoed in the small office, breaking Megan‘s train of thought. Bago jumped up off of Megan, his not-yet-spent cock twitching despite himself. Standing before him was a gorgeous woman, maybe in her mid-thirties. She was clad in a charcoal-colored business suit with a painfully short skirt that did nothing to hide her impressive curves. Bago would’ve kept his erection, had she not been flanked by a pair of burly thugs, each with a pistol drawn.

“Who the fuck-”

“Shut up, Bago,” the woman said. “Miss Fox, I presume?”

“Yeah,” Megan said, sitting up without bothering to cross her arms over her naked breasts, though she did cross her legs.

“You’re the best car thief this side of the Mississippi,” the woman said without preamble. “And an even better getaway driver.”

“What’s it to you?” Megan asked.

“I need you.”

“I’ve sorta got a good thing going here,” Megan said, motioning back towards the chop shop. “And Bago’s been good to me, in more ways than one,” she lied. He hadn’t, really.

The woman nodded once. One of the two men stepped forward, raised his gun, and put a single round into Bago’s head. He fell to the floor, a shocked look on his face.

“Now you don’t,” the woman said simply, never taking her eyes off Fox. “Care to listen to my offer?”

Megan took one look at Bago’s dead body, shrugged, and stood up, reaching down for her pants as she did so. “Sure. Bago was a lousy lay anyway. What’d you say your name was?”

“Rhona,” the woman smiled. “Rhona Mitra.”

* * * * * * * * * *

HotKorPark69: Mmmm, baby, u make me so hot. I wish I was there right now, I would totally lick ur pussy until u creamed all over my face.

BlondeSlut6: Wish u were here, too, HKP69 - your tongue feels so good, I bet. U want a private show, baby? Only $25.99

Grace Park smiled down at the computer screen, rolled her eyes a bit, and pulled out one of the four dozen or so stolen credit card numbers she had on file. She loved these cam show whores - so desperate to make a buck, and so happy to have a real girl to chat with. Like that somehow made what they were doing better. She put in the credit card number, bought the show, and leaned back in her chair, pulled aside her pink Hello Kitty panties, and started in fingering herself.

Grace sat in her dark room, most of the light generated from the 7 different computer monitors around her. As a “More Than Competent” Hacker, Grace always had several computers running, usually on various illegal opportunities. She always had a credit-card-number stealing program running on one computer, and had three more dedicated entirely to scouring the internet for identities. She had two more that she used for “fun hacking” - right now, she was breaking into the FBI’s main website, just for the heck of it.

Her seventh and final computer - in this room anyway - was dedicated entirely to porn, almost all of it lesbian related. Grace wasn’t opposed to men, but she’d never really been attracted to one, either. She’d fucked a few guys in college, but after her first girl, she’d gone over, and considered herself about as happy a lesbian computer hacker as she could be.

She’d be happier if Tricia - BlondeSlut6’s real name - was there in the room with her, but you couldn’t have EVERYTHING, could you?

BlondeSlut6: MMMmmmm, thanks for buying a show, baby - what do u want me to do?

HotKorPark69: Show me ur tits, and leave the top off.

Grace fingered herself furiously as the statuesque blonde undid the very tiny bikini top she’d been wearing, revealing her impressively perky tits. “Mmmmm,” Grace moaned aloud. Yeah, Tricia was spectacular to look at, even if Grace suspected she was a fake lesbian - lot of these cam whores were. Not that Grace minded. A fantasy was a fantasy.

Suddenly, there was a beep on one of her side computers. Pulling her slippery fingers away from her cunt, Grace quickly sucked the juices off before reaching for a wireless mouse and clicking on the offending computer.

Instantly, a video chat screen popped up. Grace frowned, but made no effort to cover up - she was only naked from the waist down, though her nipples were erect enough to be plenty visible through her tank-top. It’s not like the person on the other end hadn’t seen her half naked before, anyway

BlondeSlut6: What are u going to do to me now, babe?

“This better be important,” Grace muttered as she reached for her porn computer to start typing a response to Tricia.

“You know very well it’s important when I contact you, Grace,” a stern voice replied.

HotKorPark69: Bend over and finger ur slit from behind, baby.

“Yeah, yeah. What is it this time, Mitra?” Grace muttered, trying very hard to concentrate on the way the blonde on her screen followed her directions, showing a very lovely rear end to the camera.

“That’s MISS Mitra to you, Grace. Less you forget I am your employer.”

“Sorry, MISS Mitra,” Grace replied snarkily. She made more money in a day hacking stolen credit card numbers than Rhona Mitra had ever paid her, but Rhona was kinda scary, and she usually provided interesting challenges. “Still, can this wait? I’m trying to rub one out here, and-”

“It cannot wait. I need you on the move by the end of the day. Your flight is already booked.”

BlondeSlut6: What now, baby?

Grace growled. She SO wanted to ignore Rhona right now.

“What could possibly be so important?” Grace asked. “I mean, you didn’t even ask if I was available!”

BlondeSlut6: Babe? HotKorPark69, you there?

“You’re ALWAYS available to me,” Rhona said. Grace scowled. That was, sadly, correct.

“What’s in it for me?” Grace asked sullenly. God, other people could be SUCH a pain sometimes.

BlondeSlut6: Hello?

“A guaranteed cut of 8 million dollars, the chance to hack a live bank security feed, and a little something extra, just for me. Plus, all the extra cash your team can pull out at the same time.”

“What is this, some kind of bank robbery?” Grace asked. She hated to admit it, but that did sound like fun.

BlondeSlut6: If u don’t want me to do anything, I can get another show.

“Some kind,” Rhona admitted. “Pack your bags.” The video chat screen vanished.

Grace sighed. She really didn’t like traveling. WiFi connections were so much more shaky than a good land-line. Oh well, at least she could finish getting off before she started packing.

Except when she turned back to her porn computer, Tricia was gone, and the show was still charging Grace’s stolen credit card.

“Damn cam whores. Just can’t trust them,” Grace muttered.

* * * * * * * * *

All she ever needed to know, Blake Lively had learned in kindergarten. That was when she learned that if she was nice to people, more often than not they were nice back. That philosophy got her through school, and through her first year of college – there probably wouldn’t have been a second anyway, but if her grades hadn’t resulted in an early departure getting caught with the cock of the Dean’s son in her mouth by the Dean herself certainly would have. If she had caught them.

Luckily Blake had figured out something else early in life – not to get caught, whether it was a little snuggle with Mr. Reece next door or a proper orgy. In her line of work, which she always called “customer services” to anyone who asked, she couldn’t afford to. As great as she was at using her lovely face, tanned skin, shampoo-commercial hair, buoyant rack, endless legs and perfect ass to get what she wanted from guys, in her 23 summers she’d never been nabbed by the police or by the numerous outraged girlfriends and wives (and in some cases boyfriends and husbands) she’d left behind. Which was why even as she sat poolside at the Standard Bar sipping her first drink of the evening and thinking/hoping/knowing that at least half the customers were checking out her long, tanned legs, she herself was checking out the customers. Anyone who even looked as if they were getting away from the wife… was a candidate, really.

“Hi there,” came a voice from right next to her.

Blake turned her head and smiled at the young man on the next lounger. Target acquired…

“Hi yourself,” she replied.

”I’m Jason,” he said, putting his own teeth on display. “Someone like you shouldn’t be here alone.”

”I’m Lara,” Blake lied. “And I never am. Now that you’re here… I have a confession to make. I almost had company tonight, but he stood me up.”

”What, a business meeting?”

”Well, for a MEETING…” Blake’s eyes narrowed. Jason knew what was coming.

“He just can’t appreciate what he had,” the guy said, eyeing Blake’s figure-hugging dress and preparing to ask her if she wanted a refill. Work towards the conquest, that was the key…

“Want me to get my mind off him somewhere else?” Blake asked.

Wow, this girl could read minds. “It would be my pleasure,” Jason replied, as his eyes dropped down her body.

Blake knew just where he was looking; she casually crossed her legs, exposing a bit more thigh and liking what she saw in his eyes.

* * * * * * * * * *

One hour and three more drinks later, Jason was liking what he saw even more as he stroked Blake's legs all the way up and down, sucking on each of her feet as the blonde sighed on the edge of their bed. He gently licked each toe, sucking the tips as he glanced up at Blake. She was absolutely perfect... if those breasts weren't real, he didn't care. He had a good view of her box, and she was just about encouraging him to keep looking. He kept his eyes focused there as he tasted her legs, sliding his cock along each of her feet and stroking and kissing the inside of her thighs.

Blake closed her feet around his shaft. "Want to thrust, or should I do it?" she asked him.

"Surprise me..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Half an hour later, Blake pressed her hands down on his torso, furrowing through his chest mat and rubbing him as he writhed around on his bed. Jason’s large pole was filling her cunt as she rode him; Blake’s beautiful blonde head thrust back and forth, enjoying his hands over her body.

“Oooh… oh yeah Blake… you’re so TIIIGHT…” Jason gasped, watching her jugs jiggle and squeezing her butt. She folded forward onto him and they kissed, her hair everywhere as he slapped her in delight. Blake rubbed his body and ground onto him, waiting for when he wasn’t able to hold on any more. As her well-oiled box tightened around his meat, she moved herself up and down a couple more times, watching his face - she knew he was about to spurt...

With a speed brought from a decade of practice Blake slipped up from him, releasing his prick. It stood there exposed with her pussy oils making the long rod shint as she shot her face down above it, grabbing the stalk hard enough to get a grip but not hard enough for him to yell. An instant later, Blake's lovely face received the full load of his white cum, as more semen than he had produced in a long time shot out and out and out. Through the white storm, Blake smiled down at him and licked her lips, swallowing the drops that had gotten onto her mouth.

"Whatever you're eating, keep it up," she told Jason, sitting there with a perfect mixture of delight and smugness on his face. "And now time for dessert." Still holding his dick and tracing a couple of fingers along the head, she turned around and gave Jason a perfect, porno magazine centrefold-worthy view of her waiting cunt and asshole.

From the first teacher who'd made a deal with her in school onwards, Blake had never met a man who didn’t enjoy the sight of her back door. She figured he'd spend about four seconds looking at it, before he started to... Not even that long; with his hands gripping her full asscheeks, he thrust his tongue into her pussy, tasting and licking her out and sucking her little clit. Jason sucked and licked for what seemed like hours, soaking up the taste of Blake's well-oiled box, before his tongue slid out and licked up, kissing the area between one hole and the other.

Sighing, Blake relished feeling his tongue starting to probe her asshole. Leg man he may have been, but they all loved the butt...

* * * * * * * * * *

Four hours later, Blake and Jason lay against each other, the room heavy with the scent of their fucking. Jason had a deeply contented look on his face, and it was a tribute to Blake that even asleep he was still sporting an erection as if he was ready for another go as soon as he woke up.

The first thing Blake did when she cracked an eye open was to scan downwards and study his stiffy. She slithered down his body between his legs and she took his length down her throat, “Mmm”-ing in satisfaction as Jason slept; she was enjoying the weight of his dick along her tongue and taking quick little gasps of air when she could – she was actually glad when she could do this, because Blake Lively was and always had been a size queen. Not that she ever told any of her clients this; ultimately the bottom line was what mattered.

Blake sucked and licked, gently fondling Jason’s balls until, satisfied (meaning until most of his come was down her throat, with the remainder making it look as if he had had a wet dream), the blonde slid off the bed and disproved all male stereotypes about women by dressing smoothly and quickly; even though the slow-acting sedative she had slipped into his post-sex drink would keep him out for hours, she never liked to take chances - unlike the contents of men’s wallets and their car keys, the former of which nestled deep inside the handbag over her shoulder as she casually stepped out of the elevator several minutes later dangling the latter from a finger, en route to the space in the street where Jason had parked.

With no real name or any genuine information to go on, Jason would normally have as hard a time finding her when he woke up as all the other men she’d ensnared. Except that he too had a nasty habit; Blake Lively’s one mistake was not taking his cellphone. The cellphone on which there were many pictures of women, women that he had very carefully put into naked poses while they were sleeping – including Blake.

* * * * * * * * * *

That had been two months before. Now Blake was having a quiet little drink in a bar, by herself, off the clock. No work for her tonight, or for a couple of weeks...

"Is this seat taken?"

At the sound of the English accent, Blake looked up from her pina colada into the eyes of a dark-haired woman in her '30s, holding an envelope and smiling. "I'll be surprised if you're not expecting anybody..."

"Actually, I'm not," the blonde answered. "Just a working girl on a night off, that's me."

"That makes two of us," the brunette said, sitting down and indicating for the barman to get over here. She looked at Blake amiably... but her hand was moving close to Blake's exposed thigh.

"A working girl, you say...?" she said more quietly.

Blake's free hand gently moved the brunette's away. "I'm sorry, no girls allowed."

"A man's woman, eh?" the brunette replied, with a wry smile.

"I like men, men like me. If I do say so myself," Blake giggled. "It's a big city. You'll find someone."

"I already did," she said, handing Blake the envelope. "Relax, no one's serving you with anything... have a look inside."

Blake opened the large envelope, and took out a sheaf of colour printouts. And was glad she had finished her drink, otherwise she'd have spat it out all over the counter when she saw they were pictures of herself, fast asleep - and completely naked. Her mouth agape, Blake gazed at the calm brunette next to her, sipping her Jack Daniel's as casually as if she was in her own home.

"You're right, men do like you. Rather a lot of men. Unfortunately for you, one of those men happens to be my brother," Rhona continued as Blake riffled through the pictures in disbelief. There she was, the cover model and centerfold for "Narcoleptic Whores" magazine - he'd even gotten a couple of spread shots! What the FUCK...?

"He's very good, isn't he? Moving you around and posing you like a doll without waking you up... years of practice there. He's almost as good as you are; he may be a pervert, but if it hadn't been for his little peccadillos I never would have found you."

"Say what now?"

"It's very clear that you know how to use what your mother gave you... or your plastic surgeon."

"Hi pot, I'm kettle," Blake countered. "I know store-bought tits when I see them."

"I could kill you on the spot for that, you know..."

"My, we're a little insecure today, aren't we?"

"...but as you said, you like men and men like you, and I need a woman of your... talents." The woman took another sip. "Even minus your expenses--"

"My what!?"

"The money you stole from my brother, and the cost of a new car, will be returned to him out of your share of the proceedings. But even with that bite, at the end of this job you will be a very, very wealthy woman, Miss Lively."

"Wait... I never told you my name," Blake stammered. "How'd you--"

"You kept your background very well hidden, but not well enough that we couldn't find it. I'm Rhona," she added, putting the money for their drinks on the table. "Come on, let's leave this smokehole."

As they left the bar, Blake asked "Who's we?"

* * * * * * * * * *

“And Five makes $150,” JoAnna Garcia smiled as she handed over a fair sized wad of cash to the elderly woman on the other side of the counter. “Is there anything else I can do for you today, Mrs. Baker?”

“No darling, you’ve done more than enough,” the old woman said, turning around and shuffling out of the bank. JoAnna kept her smile on until Mrs. Baker closed the door behind her, and then let out a sigh. What was it with old women at banks, always having to talk to the Tellers like there was nothing else going on?

It was still early, and the San Francisco fog had yet to quite clear out, so the San Francisco Union Bank was far from the rush crowd it would see around Noon and again towards the later afternoon. And yet, JoAnna was already exhausted, and she’d only dealt with two or three customers so far.

Her exhaustion probably had something to do with the fact she’d been up having sex most of the night, which had seemed like such a great idea at the time. But JoAnna wasn’t 22 anymore, and her fiance wasn’t, either. Jason had looked hung over in the morning, but had still made a noble attempt to get into the shower with JoAnna none-the-less. She’d shoved him off and ordered him to make some coffee, and promised to make it up to him later - she hoped he’d settle for a hand job or maybe even just her cooking, because she was NOT going to have sex with him again for a few days. Not until she’d caught up on her rest.

“JoAnna, you busy?” Peggy, the Assistant Bank Manager asked, coming up behind JoAnna’s station.

“Nope,” JoAnna said, spinning about on her stool to smile at the middle-aged, dumpy-looking woman.

“We’ve got a new teller today, and I’ve got that conference call with Boston I need to be on in ten minutes. Can you show her around?”

“Absolutely,” JoAnna said.

“Great. Shay?” Peggy called out.

JoAnna felt her jaw drop a bit as a gorgeous brunette in a short but professional skirt appeared next to Peggy. She was young, but her bronze skin gave her an exotic, not-quite-Asian look that would make every man in the bank drool over her. She wore a rather conservatively cut blouse and jacket, a little more formal than the rest of the bankers, but that skirt - it showed enough of her legs that JoAnna thought if she bent over far enough, the newcomer would be flashing her panties to the room.

“JoAnna, this is Shay Mitchell,” Peggy said. “Our newest hire - fresh from USC and with impeccable recommendations.”

“Nice to meet you,” JoAnna said, extending her hand to Shay. “I’m JoAnna Garcia.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Shay said. “I love your hair.”

“Thank you!” JoAnna beamed, absentmindedly running a hand through her red locks.

“Okay, I’ll check on you both later,” Peggy said, running off towards the conference room.

“So, where do we go first?” Shay asked.

“No place better to start than the beginning,” JoAnna said, trying very hard not to stare at Shay’s legs.

* * * * * * * * * *

Shay felt awful. It had been child’s play for that Mitra woman to come up with all the paperwork needed to fake Shay’s way into the San Francisco Union Bank - the fake information was so complete and official looking, Shay couldn’t tell the difference. There was a chance it was completely legitimate, but Shay didn’t want to think about it.

Rhona had somehow had enough pull with USC that Shay was granted a three week leave from her classes, completely excused, and if she pulled off her role in this caper, Rhona assured Shay she could go right back and not be missed. Somehow, Shay doubted that, but she didn’t really have a choice.

Still, the information was impeccable, and Shay’s age actually worked to her advantage. Because of her family’s shady past, she’d been a few years late getting into USC, but according to Rhona’s records, she’d graduated already. In fact, she was only a Junior, but Shay was a few years older than most college students, so she was about the right age for someone just entering the workforce like this.

Shay was supposed to act like a Teller, and spend a few days - she wasn’t sure how many - learning the layout of the bank. But this JoAnna cutie was happily showing Shay everything she needed right here on the first day.

“…And these are our security guards, Mike and John,” JoAnna said, showing Shay into the small office just off the front door. The two guards were polar opposites. Mike was older - white hair, a round belly, and a wrinkled face, while John was younger, taller, thinner, and almost good looking - for a man. They both smiled happily as JoAnna showed Shay in, and Shay shook both their hands, but her attention was on the bank of monitors behind them, showing off the feed from every single camera in the bank. Every Teller station was cover, as were both of the doors, the main safe, and the stairwell leading down to the primary vault, which had a camera both on it’s door and inside it. The real valuable stuff would be down there. There was also, Shay noticed, a small individual door that had it’s own camera. There were no signs on the door, and no one seemed to be coming in and out of it. That struck her as odd.

What wasn’t odd was how the two guards practically drooled over Shay. Clearly they didn’t get to see beautiful women all that often - though JoAnna here was no slouch in the hotness department. Shay would happily bed the gorgeous redhead.

“Well, we’ll let you boys get back to work,” JoAnna said, gently pulling Shay out of the security office. Shay could feel the guards’ eyes on her ass the whole way out, and smiled about it. Men were so easy to manipulate. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so hard after all.

* * * * * * * * * *

“I’m sorry about the way the guards acted,” JoAnna said to Shay once they were away from the office. “They’re a pair of little horn dogs, and you’re right up their ally - young, hot, and new. They’ll drool over you for a few months or until someone new comes along, whichever comes first.”

Shay smiled sweetly at JoAnna. “You clearly speak from experience,” she said, giving JoAnna’s body a very clear once-over with her eyes.

JoAnna felt her cheeks burn. Was Shay hitting on her? No, couldn’t be. It was JoAnna’s imagination. No doubt some residue from all the sex she’d had the night before.

Besides, JoAnna was straight. Outside of one crazy night in college, she’d never even thought about being with a girl before. Of course, the girl she fooled around with in college had been cute and curvy like Shay…

No, JoAnna shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to go there, not with a co-worker. Besides, she was engaged to be married. Everything in her life was going exactly according to plan, and she wasn’t going to let that slip, just for some passing, flirtatious look from a girl she just met. JoAnna wasn’t that kind of girl.

“Come on,” she said aloud. “Let me show you the vault.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“It’s fairly standard bank vault,” JoAnna said to Shay as the two women walked down the stairs into the main vault. Complete with a classic large safe door. “We do have an advanced combination lock that’s generally on a timer, though in case of emergency, the combination can be put in and the door opened at any time, though doing so will alert the police. We have to call them ahead of time if we REALLY need to get into it.”

“Wow,” Shay said, and meant it. Shay couldn’t imagine anyone being able to break into something like this. Whoever was going to do it would have to be one of the best - she hoped Rhona had someone expert lined up, because Shay knew she couldn’t do it.

“Who has the combination?” She asked.

“Good question. Not Peggy, that’s for sure,” JoAnna said. “Possibly David, the Branch Manager, but he’s almost never in - he covers 4 other banks in town, and spends maybe an hour or two in each.”

“Guess it’d REALLY have to be an emergency, then,” Shay muttered. There went any plan for her to steal the combo before the heist. Too bad. Rhona might have paid extra for that.

“Come on, I’ll show you the safe deposit boxes and the break room, and then get you set up at a teller station,” the redhead said, leading Shay out of the room and back towards the stairs.

As they went back upstairs, Shay noticed they passed the unmarked door that had a security camera on it. Unable to resist, she spoke up about it.

“What’s in here?” she said, trying to sound as casual and unconcerned as possible.

“Huh?” JoAnna said, turning to look at the door Shay was indicating. “Oh, that’s David’s office, where he goes to meet with major clients. He’s got the most secure computer in the place, with all the access codes and whatnot needed to get at their private accounts. No one but him is allowed in there. See the camera?” JoAnna said, pointing up.

“I do now,” Shay lied. “Wow, guess I want to stay out of there.”

“Come on, I’ll show you the break room. This time of morning, the Coffee’s still somewhat drinkable,” JoAnna said.

* * * * * * * * * *

Even considering it was fairly fresh, the coffee JoAnna poured Shay wasn’t all that great - the Bank’s Coffee machine was ten years old and had been on it’s last legs for four of those years. The mud it spewed out was caffeinated, however, and that always helped.

“Sorry we couldn’t do better. Some of us bring our own coffee in, but that can get expensive,” JoAnna apologized when Shay grimaced after her first sip.

“I’m not that much of a coffee drinker anyway,” Shay said.

“How on earth do you wake up, then?” JoAnna asked. “I’m no good without at least a full cup in me in the morning.”

“Sex,” Shay said with a wicked little smile. “A good orgasm always gets me moving better than anything else.”

JoAnna nearly spit her coffee out of her mouth when she heard that. “R-really?” she stammered, swallowing hard first. “So you have a boyfriend, then?”

“Oh, no,” Shay replied. “I… well, I sorta had a one night stand last night,” Shay said, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “It was this barista that’s been making eyes at me when I get my lattes for the last couple of weeks, and I finally broke down and brought her home last night.”

“Her?” JoAnna asked. “So you’re…”

“I don’t brag about it, but yeah - I’m into girls,” Shay said. “This IS San Francisco, after all.”

JoAnna chuckled "Yeah, that's true. You should see some of the people who come in here on certain days."

“I’m so glad I can tell you stuff like this,” Shay said, placing a hand on JoAnna’s knee. “I always worry when I go someplace new that people will react badly.”

“Well, no worries here,” JoAnna said, her leg suddenly feeling VERY warm. “My college roommate was a lesbian, and I adore her to pieces.”

“Oh, so do you have a ‘One Night At College…’ story?” Shay asked.

“Huh?”

“A ‘One Night At College…’ story - you know, where a straight coed, maybe a little drunk, gives in and makes out with her lesbian roommate.”

“There’s a name for that?” JoAnna said, surprised.

“Oh yeah - I’ve got three of them in my belt - three straight roommates, made out with all three of them. If you count suitemates my freshman year, that number goes up to seven, and dormmates the number hit’s the mid double-digits by the end of my sophomore year,” Shay said with a twinkle of pride in her eyes.

“Wow,” was all JoAnna could manage to eek out. All the while Shay had been talking, her hand had slid up JoAnna’s leg, until it was brushing the hem of her skirt. JoAnna was certain it was burning through the fabric, from the heat of it all.

“So, what’s your story?” Shay asked, staring into JoAnna’s eyes.

“One night, my roommate and I both came back hammered from a bar,” JoAnna said, her voice as low as she could make it. “We were a little drunk, and… I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“It’s okay,” Shay said. “Believe me, I’m sure I’ve done worse.”

“Well, she used to always make passes at me when we were drunk, but that night… oh god,” JoAnna said, foggy images of that night flooding her brain. “That night, I made a pass on her. We totally ended up making out, and I… I sorta kissed her breasts.”

“Mmm, kinky,” Shay said, leaning closer to JoAnna. “Did she do anything to you?”

JoAnna could feel her face beating bright red. “She did all sorts of things to me,” she whispered, shocking herself that she would admit that to someone who was basically a total stranger. A very attractive total strange, but a total stranger none-the-less.

“My my, and here I was thinking you were all sweet and innocent,” Shay said, leaning in very close to JoAnna on the couch. “I should’ve known better. Hot redheaded college girls are always hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” JoAnna said.

“So then you won’t mind if I do this?” Shay asked, leaning in and kissing JoAnna full on the lips.

JoAnna’s heart leapt in her throat. She’d not even thought of kissing another woman since that night with her roommate all those years ago, and now here she was, on a couch in the break room, this gorgeous, dark-haired, youthful temptress making a move on her.

And JoAnna wasn’t doing a thing to stop her.

Shay was just starting to get aggressive, pushing JoAnna back into a laying position on the couch, and shoving her tongue into the older woman’s mouth, when JoAnna dropped her coffee cup, spilling it all over the floor.

“OHMYGOSH!” JoAnna said, pushing Shay of her and jumping up off the couch. “We need to clean this up and get back to work.”

“I-I’m sorry. I thought you were-”

“Don’t be sorry - grab some paper towels over there, please - It’s just - thank you - I’m engaged, and I really shouldn’t be doing that with anyone - oh, these just won’t work. Where’s the mop? - with someone other than my fiance and-” JoAnna prattled on like that for several long moments, as she and Shay cleaned up the spilled coffee. By then, their break had ended, and the late morning/early afternoon crowd was starting to show up. The two girls didn’t see each other alone the rest of the day.

But one thing was for sure. JoAnna Garcia was as horny as she’d ever been in her life, and it was all thanks to Shay Mitchell.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Same stuff, different day." That was the dominating thought coursing through Lucy Hale's mind.

Every day had been the exactly the same for her. It was routine, wakeup, shower, dress, go to work, try to keep 25 screaming brats under control, clean her classroom, go home, eat dinner, grade papers, have a couple glasses of wine, watch the evening news, go to bed, get up the next morning and do it all over again.

It wasn't as though the tiny brunette hated her life, quite the opposite, she loved the job. She has just gotten herself stuck in a rut, it was the same thing every day. Her life had become monotonous, almost boring. Lucy sighed as she sat back at her desk and kicked up her heeled boots up on her desk, the kids in her class at Golden Gate Elementary School were at recess at the moment so she could finally catch her breath.

"Tiring isn't it?" came a voice from the doorway.

"It's kindergarten, what do you think?" Lucy asked with a giggle as she took her feet off of her desk and stood up.

"I wouldn't know, the little ones aren't my style. I prefer to be the one teaching them on their way out." said her co-worker.

"You always know how to make me laugh Brandon." Lucy said giggling as she leaned on her desk. Brandon Walters was the 6th grade teacher at GG and was very popular among the impressionable students. Standing over Lucy's 5'2" frame and his shoulder length black hair framing his pale face. "He certinately doesn't look like a teacher" Lucy mused to herself.

"So what's bothering you, that kinda sigh says there's something on your mind." Brandon said as he crossed his arms and leaned on the desk next to Lucy, absent-mindedly knocking away one of the toys on the floor.

"I don't know. I just feel like I'm stuck, ya know? Like I was meant for something more then just being a kindergarten teacher..." Lucy said as she began to pace. She ran her hands though her hair and let out a frustrated sigh. "...I just feel, like, I need something. Some form of excitement to let me know I'm alive."

"If I were you, sweetheart, I'd suggest you get out of San Francisco. Take a vacation, go visit your family or something, or go to a place you've never been before." Brandon suggested running one hand through his hair.

"That's a good idea, but we just got back from summer vacation a few weeks ago, and I did go visit my family. It didn't help." Lucy said sighing and watching the kids on the playground. Lucy adjusted her skirt and turned back to the towering 6th grade teacher.

"I don't know what to tell you then Luce, I stand by what I said maybe you just need to get out of San Francisco." Brandon said as he patted Lucy on the shoulder and headed out.

Lucy sighed as she turned back toward the playground and pulled out her iPhone and began a search. "A vacation does sound like a good idea" Lucy thought to herself as she went to several travel websites. Lucy kept scrolling through various locations until one caught her eye.

"OOH, Cancun." Lucy said as she went through all the details on her phone to book this vacation. She knew it was impulsive but maybe, just maybe she'd meet someone on her vacation that would make her feel alive again.

Booking the actual trip would have to wait as she heard the familiar ringing of a bell as her students began filing back into the room. Lucy sighed as she took one last look at the picture of the Cancun beach and put her phone back in her drawer and turned back to her students.

* * * * * * * * * *

"...so if Disneyland's ever looking for a designer, Bethany just might be getting a call!" the perky blonde finished, standing in front of an enormous sandy recreation of Sleeping Beauty's castle. "From the Sands Sculpture Contest here at Drakes Beach, I'm--"

Hayden Panettiere snapped off the set and flung away the remote before yelling "GAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" to the ceiling. "That - is - IT! Seriously, that's IT! I - T IT!"

"Come on, that wasn't so bad," Troian Bellisario said as she tried to lie calm next to her in their bed. "It looked like fun on that beach..."

"That's just it," the blonde sighed, facing her darker friend. "They all look like fun. Fluffy airy end-of-show-good-night-see-you-tomorrow fun. I've been doing the happy nothing stories on Channel 7 ever since I got hired, and I swear if I have to stick on a smile one more time--"

"Hayden, you know they hired you for the whole package. You're a good reporter, you know that, I know that - hell, even the news director knows that," Troian said, telling herself not to edge her hands towards the girl. "But they also hired you because - let's face it - you're hot."

Hayden couldn't deny that; she'd seen the letters Channel 7 had been getting since she started two years ago. Some of them actually praised her work, and once the marriage proposals were taken away some of what was left was even readable on air. Hayden didn't really mind - it was certainly preferable to being told she was an ugly air-stealing ho (and she got a fair bit of mail along those lines as well, almost entirely from jealous teenage girls and bitter housewives) - and she knew she wasn't about to be promoted to anchor any time soon, but...

"It's just every time Ashley Benson talks about bought senators or mass murderers... she just reminds me what I'm stuck with. Sometimes I wish that George Blaine wasn't married..." Hayden trailed off.

"Think you could use that sweet mouth to talk him into throwing you a bone?" Troian asked. "Mr. News Anchor is a happy husband and you know it. Besides, you got this far without sleeping with anyone on the job."

"Except you," Hayden reminded her camerawoman.

"Except me," Troian laughed, kissing Hayden's neck. Both had seen a few of the letters and fantasies detailed therein and laughed at how suggestions that Hayden do it with the writers' girlfriends were closer to the truth than they thought, but unlike Hayden Troian had come out at work; Hayden wanted to as well, but she was part of the on-camera team and Ashley, unlike George, wasn't a GLAAD supporter. At all.

Troian had warmed to Hayden from the moment she joined, and had suspected she was keeping something secret when they'd been out on a fluffy airy end-of-show-good-night-see-you-tomorrow piece and she'd spotted the blonde eyeing a passing jogger; a passing female jogger. Hayden had quickly realised Troian had caught her checking the girl out, and was about to try and cover herself when she saw the brunette's understanding expression... Troian had been looking at the girl that way too. And Hayden, though it wasn't until a few days later and an after work drink that Miss Panettiere confessed that she'd been checking out Miss Bellisario. That wasn't the only reason the two clicked on work duties, but it didn't hurt.

"Anyway, it's Saturday," the brunette continued, kissing Hayden again as she moved on top of her. "You need to loosen up..."

"Got any ideas?" Hayden kissed Troian back and began stroking her lover, who answered by fondling the blonde's small but nicely formed breasts. She kissed each one, running the tip of her tongue along Hayden's nipples as a hand travelled down the girl's body. Troian moaned with happiness as she felt Miss Panettiere's pussy; she was gorgeously fuzzy below, and she was always wet and ready for action. Always.

"Mmmm..." Hayden murmured as Troian kissed her stomach. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel Miss B's tongue moving around inside her, making her feel all safe and happy like she always did. Soon Troian's soft lips were on her box, nuzzling the tender flesh and tasting the sweet pussy inside. She started to writhe on the bed under the brunette's mouth and hands, breathing harder as Troian worked.

"Give me a paintjob..." she whispered. Troian slid back up Hayden's body and brought herself up so that she was kneeling over the blonde, before carefully lowering her supple form down. Hayden watched in delight as Troian's pussy slowly moved down onto her left nipple; both women trembled as they made contact. Crouched above her lover, Troian brushed her cunt along Hayden's breasts, feeling the hardened nipples touching her clit as she moved. She moved down as low as she could over the right breast, and relished Hayden's nipple inside her, getting the flavour of her snatch.

Hayden gently stroked Troian's ass and kissed her beloved as the brunette disengaged herself and bent down to return the kiss. "Want it front or back?" Hayden asked.

Troian's face fell. "We're out of oil..."

Hayden made a snipping motion. "Front it is."

Because Troian towered over Hayden, being on top wasn't always that comfortable even though neither ever complained. But as the two lasses moved away from each other to lie on their sides, legs spread, they were glad this was an option. Both took a moment to study each other; small blonde Hayden, somewhat taller brunette Troian, each blessed with a great body and a gorgeous open pussy. Hayden edged forward and clamped her legs on Troian, feeling their boxes together; the two began to move, each massaging the other with their cunt.

Troian rotated her hips as Hayden thrust to and fro; not for the first time the brunette was amazed at how much passion the tiny girl threw into this. Clutching the mattress and rubbing her soaking blonde box against Troian's darker one, Hayden's body was breaking out in sweat as she groaned, making herself feel almost as good as she was making Troian. Her feet rubbed Troian's body as Miss B herself began to scream and cream, bucking against the bed and begging Hayden not to stop.

"Anytime you want, Hayden..." Troian gasped as Miss Panettiere started to come. "ANYTIME..."

* * * * * * * * *

Monday morning around 10 AM, Hayden got up from her desk in a downer mood for three reasons. One, it was freaking MONDAY.

Two, she hadn’t gotten to bang Troian’s head against the bedstead last night. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but Hayden had been seriously horny for the second night in a row and Troian... she was a girl of her word. Her family knew she liked girls and they were a lot more religious than she was, but they all lived and let live and Troian had promised them that she would never have sex on Sundays. Even though Hayden knew this, her body wasn’t always ruled by her head, so she’d been forced to spend last night digging her fingers into the mattress to keep them off her beloved.

Three, she’d just been told that Zucker wanted to see her. Wonderful – being called in to see the boss a few hours into the worst working day of the week. Okay, Hayden had been a little late, but...

"Cheer up, kid," weatherman Joseph Park told her, seeing her worried face as she passed his desk. "He can’t eat you – he just looks like he could."

"So that’s what happened to Katy Bailey," Hayden chuckled, and immediately regretted bringing up a fellow reporter who’d suddenly been fired. She put her out of her mind and summoned up a smile as she knocked on the door of news director Roger Zucker.

"Come in!"

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Hayden asked as she entered.

"That’s kind of why I called you, Hayden," the ample, slightly balding man behind the desk replied in between swigs of that horrible coffee someone on the staff insisted on buying. "You’ve been here... a year or two, right?"

"Closing in on two years."

"And people like you. Even my own son likes you – says he only watches the news in case you do a story. Whatever works..."

"Thanks!" Hayden said with a bit more relief than she’d planned on – this couldn’t be leading up to an axing.

"However,” Zucker continued, "you also sound as if you actually understand what you’re saying. I know you do fluff pieces, but I also know you work hard and you keep your eyes open. And I know you can write on a higher evolutionary level than some of the reporters I’ve had..."

"Wow... this is a-"

"Surprise? Thought I was going to fire you? Rather than ask you if you’d like to sit next to Ashley for a day or two?"

Hayden Panettiere’s legs suddenly turned to water as she lost the ability to speak for a few seconds. "Uhhhh…..." She sought for words as Zucker grinned.

"George goes on vacation next week and we usually have Tony Romano spelling for him all week. He’ll be on the hot seat for three days, but for Tuesday and Thursday we want to try having two women reading the news."

"...Me?"

"Why not? The viewers like you, the staff here like you, Mr. Franco likes you..."

The station owner liked her? Hayden Panettiere’s Best Monday Ever. Only the fact that she was wearing a dress kept her from doing somersaults all the way out of Zucker's office.

* * * * * * * * * *

"For reals?" Troian said as the mobile unit headed to today's assignment.

"For reals!" Hayden laughed, not even minding that they were heading to a red light.

"Finally get to TiVo the news for a good reason instead of bitching about camerawork."

"Come on, your work's perfect." Hayden's eyes softened as she looked at the camerawoman/driver and lowered her voice. "You're perfect..."

"Wait till tonight," Troian replied. "Celebrate then."

"Count on it," the reporter said, squeezing Troian's hand in what she thought their sound engineer would note as a friendly way.

* * * * * * * * * *

"So I'm going to be working with the new girl?" Ashley Benson asked.

"Hayden's been here long enough so you can stop calling her that. Louise Minchin's the new girl," Zucker pointed out.

"She's also just an intern; Hayden's new to the hosting gig... it might be fun to have someone new to spar with. Looking forward to it," she lied as she left the office.

Ashley simply could not stand competition, which was why she had had no qualms about getting the rising Katy Bailey fired on discovering she liked the odd bit of wacky tobaccy. Though truth be told, it wasn't the marijuana that had done it for her (heck, Ashley smoked the odd joint herself) - it was learning Katy was a regular at a lesbian hangout that did it.

The sound man who'd gone out with that bull dyke Bellisario had told her the way she and Panettiere held hands was NOT the way friends did it. And now she was supposed to work next to another dyke? One who was taking fans away from her?

"Not going to happen, Pantyliner," Ashley muttered. "Not. Going. To happen."

* * * * * * * * * *

As hideouts went, Roselyn Sanchez had hidden in worse. Rhona Mitra had given Roselyn specific directions, by way of a cellphone voice mail, that lead her to what appeared to be a closed Victoria’s Secret in San Francisco - and the equally abandoned apartment above it. The whole place seemed utterly non-descript, and the last place anyone would look for a gang of criminals and bank robbers.

So, of course, Roselyn suspected it at once. She’d hunted for safe houses all over the southern US, back before she met Alicia. Back before…

Roselyn would’ve chosen this place in a heartbeat. Shaking off old memories, she headed around back, found the old rickety wooden stairwell leading upstairs. Roselyn’s nose crinkled a bit at the smell of sawdust and cement, and she realized that while the place looked old, there’d been some construction done recently, within the last day or two, no more.

The stairs weren’t what had just been built, that much was certain - every other one seemed to creak and groan under Roselyn’s feet, and part of the railing felt particularly loose as she scaled her way up to the second floor. There she found a singular unlocked door, and a hidden security camera in a nail-hole in the slight roof over-hang - so well hidden, only her experienced eye spotted it. 99% of people would never have noticed.

THAT, no doubt, was new.

Roselyn knocked twice, then stood back, hands at her sides, looking pointedly at the camera. A few seconds passed, and then the door clicked and swung open.

Roselyn entered slowly, willing her eyes to adjust to the indoor gloom as quickly as possible. It took only a second or two, but in that time, she was certain every eye in the place was on her.

“You’re good,” a cheerful voice called out. “You spotted the security camera right away. Most people don’t.”

“I’m not most people,” Roselyn said. She glanced towards the voice and wasn’t at all surprised to find it coming from a woman sitting in front of a bank of computer monitors. Roselyn was certain those had been put in sometime in the last 24-36 hours, no doubt to accommodate the woman now running them. Roselyn gave a quick look to what little she could see of the cute Asian woman behind the computer screens before turning to scan the rest of the room.

She wasn’t the first to arrive, or even the second. Two more girls waited on a couch in the middle of the room. One was maybe in her early twenties, while the other one was clearly still a teenager. The older one had long, flowing dark hair with a rather exotic look that spoke to Roselyn in ways no one but Alicia had in a while. She leaned back on the couch, looking at Roselyn nervously.

The teenager was going over some photos and documents on the coffee table before her, pretty much ignoring Roselyn all together. Roselyn couldn’t imagine what the girl was doing here, but then again, she hadn’t been much older herself when she’d robbed her first bank. Certainly Roselyn had lifted more than her fair share of purses and even a few cars before she was legally old enough to drive. This girl was a few years older than that, but from the way she was looking at the documents in front of her, she took her job a lot more seriously than Roselyn did at that age.

“Rhona here?” Roselyn asked carefully as she came in.

“Not yet,” the far-too-cheery computer girl said. “Go ahead and have a seat. She should be here soon.”

“Fantastic,” Roselyn muttered. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to the long-haired, quiet girl. Her butt barely touched the cushions before the door swung open and another woman entered. Roselyn’s eyebrow shot up, and her nipples went a bit hard as the leather-clad, tattooed beauty marched in like she owned the place, her dark hair falling down around her shoulders, and her ample cleavage well on display.

“This all of us?” the woman asked without preamble.

“Nope, team’s supposed to be seven, not including Rhona,” the computer girl said.

“How long are we supposed to wait for her?” Roselyn asked.

“Not long - she’s picking up the last two girls herself.”

“Peachy. Anyone got any cards?” the leather-clad girl asked as she plopped down in a chair across from the couch. “Or better yet, some beer?”

“No drinking on Rhona’s dime until the job’s done,” the computer girl said simply.

“Are we even ON her dime, or are we getting paid from the spoils of the job?” the teenager asked, still running over the photographs.

“You’re getting paid?” the exotic, dark-haired woman on the couch asked. “I was pretty much threatened.”

“Me, too,” Roselyn, the teenager, and the girl in leather all said at once.

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” the leather girl sighed.

“Cheer up, Megan - things are about to get moving.” Roselyn looked up to see Rhona Mitra walking in. The dark-haired temptress wore a conservatively-cut business suit with a painfully short skirt that showed off Rhona’s impressive legs. Behind her, swathed in a flowing, low-cut red dress came a gorgeous blonde who must have caught the teenager’s attention, because she went stiff upon glancing at her. She made certain parts of Roselyn go stiff, too - namely her nipples and clit. The blonde was THAT gorgeous.

And then one more person came in behind Rhona, and Roselyn shot up out of her seat.

“What the fuck is SHE doing here?” the second blonde to come in behind Rhona said, spotting Roselyn at once.

“Me? What are YOU doing here, you whore!” Roselyn snarled as Jaime Pressly walked in.

“Jaime’s worked for me in the past, Roselyn,” Rhona said. “I know you two have a history, and-”

“Forget it,” Roselyn said, heading towards the door. “Forget it. I will NOT work with this psycho ever again.”

“Missed you too, Caliente Buns,” Jaime quipped. “See you in another 5 years.”

“Go to hell,” Roselyn said, storming past Jaime. She got one step onto the stairs, fully intent on leaving this place once and for all, when Rhona called her back.

“If you leave now, Roselyn, Alicia and Joshua will be dead by the time you get home.”

Roselyn froze on the steps. Not for one second did she doubt that Rhona Mitra not only knew who Alicia and Joshua were, but how to find them quickly, and how to kill them as painfully as possible in the time it would take Roselyn to so much as get on the phone with them. Roselyn had seen just how vindictive Rhona could be.

She closed her eyes for a moment and whispered and tiny prayer, then turned around and walked back in.

“Fine, but she does what I say, or I’ll put a bullet in her head first chance I get,” Roselyn said, storming past Rhona and Jaime and the other blonde.
“Gee, Roselyn, why don’t we work together more often?” Pressly asked. “Oh, right, it’s because you’re a hormonal BITCH all the time.”

“Jaime, be quiet,” Rhona said. “You’re both here to be part of this team and part of this job. And since I own you both, you don’t have a choice.”

“Small world, eh Caliente Buns,” Jaime said. “So, this everyone?”

“Yes, I suppose I should introduce you to the team,” Rhona said.

“Roselyn Sanchez, you were once the leader and chief architect of the legendary Black Panty Gang, a team of all-women bank robbers who went on a torrid spree of heists through southern Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and New Mexico. Your gang was collectively #6 on the FBI Most Wanted list until you botched a heist in Santa Fe, and 5 of your crew were killed in a prolonged shoot-out with the police. Only you and one other escaped, a testament to your ability to think on your feet.”

“Funny, I always thought Caliente Buns here thought better on her back,” Pressly muttered quietly.

“Jaime Pressly here,” Rhona muttered, looking over her shoulder at the short-haired blonde, “was the only other member of the original Black Panty Gang to survive. She has since cut a murderous swath up the central United States, working mostly as muscle, though also finding work as a killer-for-hire and has the police department in Jefferson City convinced they have a serial killer on the loose.”

Jaime actually giggled at that. “Just because I was hired to cut the heads off six people, they got all in a fluster.”

“You cut the heads off six people?” the exotic brunette with the long hair asked, her eyes going wide with fear.

“I got paid good money, girlie,” Jaime said. “And, you know, maybe I fooled around with a couple of the guys before I decapitated them - you don’t see them calling me a serial rapist, do you?”

“That would be a bit more your style,” Roselyn hissed under her breath.

“Shay Mitchell here,” Rhona said, indicating the exotic brunette who still looked quite fearful of Jaime, “is our inside girl. An expert at becoming different people, she has been inside the target bank for a full week now, and has confirmed the layout and security status. She’ll still be posing as a teller when you hit the bank, so be prepared to extract her when you leave,” Mitra warned Roselyn.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 18, 2020, 11:28:34 AM

It'll be added to daily except Sundays...

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 19, 2020, 09:36:00 AM

Hidden deep inside the warehouse district of Los Angeles, Bago’s Chop Shop was a busy little hive of criminal activity. A converted old storage space that was now a happening garage that no one on the right side of the law had been able to find in almost two years, Bago’s was THE place to go for stolen, chopped, and cleaned parts for cars. Brian “Bago” Stone - no one knew where he got the nickname, but it had stuck anyway - had made his illegal business stealing cars, but had graduated to the much safer business of stripping said stolen cars, and selling their parts. These days, he let other people do his thieving for him.

“Hot one, comin’ in!”

Bago looked up from where he was watching Rashawn and Chippi strip the Lexus that had come in last night of it’s fancier features. Ricky was waving from the top ring of the catwalks above, where he could see out the small window, and see who was coming. A moment later, the garage door started sliding up, and sure enough, a pair of headlights could be seen outside, swinging into Bago’s faster than anyone should be driving in this neighborhood.

“Oh no,” Bago said, a huge smile on his face. “Oh, hell no! Girl, you did NOT!” The car came to a screeching stop all of two feet in front of Bago, and he drank in the sweet lines of the black Ferrari California Grand Touring sports car. “Where on EARTH did you find this?”

The door swung open, and a long, leather-clad leg stepped out. A moment later, a tattooed body followed it. Covered only with a halter top with a very small back and skin-tight leather pants, Megan Fox shook out her dark hair and smiled sweetly at Bago.

“Stole it from the RCA records lot - don’t ask me who it belongs to, I don’t know. Yours now, for the right price.”

“Fox, girl, you are the BEST,” Bago said, taking her by the arm and guiding her back towards his office - basically a room with a chair, a safe, a table, and a couch he often slept on.

“And don’t you forget it,” Megan said as she closed the door behind them. “I had to outrun 12 state trooper, and 3 choppers.” As the door clicked shut, she reached behind her back and undid the small tie that kept her top wrapped around her ample breasts. Releasing her tits, she turned to find Bago already yanking down his pants and pulling out his stiff cock.

“Get on the couch, let me give you your payment,” he said, smiling as Megan shimmied out of her pants. By the time she turned around, Bago was on her, pushing her down onto his couch, his rock-hard cock jabbing towards her crotch.

“Mmmm, you don’t waste any time, do you, babe?” Megan asked as Bago’s cock slid into her wet little snatch. Megan felt his manhood filling her as he plunged as deep as he could - though not as deep as Megan would’ve liked; Bago was not a large man in the penis department. Still, fucking him kept the more disreputable members of his garage from trying to get with Megan, and that was all she really cared about. Well, that and the money Bago paid her to bring him hot little cars.

“God, you feel so tight!” Bago said, moving back and forth inside her. Megan moaned, not really feeling what Bago was doing. Megan hated to admit it, but she was in a bit of a rut, sexually, and Bago was doing nothing to break her out of it, what with his constant hopping on top of her, jabbing his cock inside her, and rutting like a pig until he got off. Shame, really - he was rather cute, though not anyone Megan would consider her type. If she even had a type when it came to men.

“Mmmm, god! You are SO hot! Almost as hot as that Ferrari!” Bago cried out, shoving himself even harder into Megan. He wasn’t that far off - why did he always have to have such a hair-trigger sometimes? It was times like this Megan wished she could be with girls - they, at least, didn’t blow their load before Megan could even get worked up. Stupid boys and their stupid penises.

Well, Megan had a nice little vibrator in her purse that’d get her through this mess, once Bago was done and had paid her for the car. Megan didn’t know where Bago got all that cash, but she was damn glad he could - Megan had expensive tastes.

Bago was really getting into it now, his mouth dropping down to one of Megan’s tits and sucking away like mad. One of his hands dove down between the cushions of the couch and groped Megan’s bare ass. Megan repressed a sigh. Was that even five minutes? Was it even 2? God, someone needed to teach Bago some self control. Well, it was no wonder the washed up has been didn’t have a real girlfriend. Maybe it WAS time Megan moved on, found better grounds. If she ever got caught, she’d have quite the rap sheet already. She forced out another sexy moan, and hoped Bago WOULD finish quickly. She had the sudden desire to start looking into other cities she could start hitting up.

“Well, this is quite the scene,” a smooth, sophisticated voice suddenly echoed in the small office, breaking Megan‘s train of thought. Bago jumped up off of Megan, his not-yet-spent cock twitching despite himself. Standing before him was a gorgeous woman, maybe in her mid-thirties. She was clad in a charcoal-colored business suit with a painfully short skirt that did nothing to hide her impressive curves. Bago would’ve kept his erection, had she not been flanked by a pair of burly thugs, each with a pistol drawn.

“Who the fuck-”

“Shut up, Bago,” the woman said. “Miss Fox, I presume?”

“Yeah,” Megan said, sitting up without bothering to cross her arms over her naked breasts, though she did cross her legs.

“You’re the best car thief this side of the Mississippi,” the woman said without preamble. “And an even better getaway driver.”

“What’s it to you?” Megan asked.

“I need you.”

“I’ve sorta got a good thing going here,” Megan said, motioning back towards the chop shop. “And Bago’s been good to me, in more ways than one,” she lied. He hadn’t, really.

The woman nodded once. One of the two men stepped forward, raised his gun, and put a single round into Bago’s head. He fell to the floor, a shocked look on his face.

“Now you don’t,” the woman said simply, never taking her eyes off Fox. “Care to listen to my offer?”

Megan took one look at Bago’s dead body, shrugged, and stood up, reaching down for her pants as she did so. “Sure. Bago was a lousy lay anyway. What’d you say your name was?”

“Rhona,” the woman smiled. “Rhona Mitra.”

* * * * * * * * * *

HotKorPark69: Mmmm, baby, u make me so hot. I wish I was there right now, I would totally lick ur pussy until u creamed all over my face.

BlondeSlut6: Wish u were here, too, HKP69 - your tongue feels so good, I bet. U want a private show, baby? Only $25.99

Grace Park smiled down at the computer screen, rolled her eyes a bit, and pulled out one of the four dozen or so stolen credit card numbers she had on file. She loved these cam show whores - so desperate to make a buck, and so happy to have a real girl to chat with. Like that somehow made what they were doing better. She put in the credit card number, bought the show, and leaned back in her chair, pulled aside her pink Hello Kitty panties, and started in fingering herself.

Grace sat in her dark room, most of the light generated from the 7 different computer monitors around her. As a “More Than Competent” Hacker, Grace always had several computers running, usually on various illegal opportunities. She always had a credit-card-number stealing program running on one computer, and had three more dedicated entirely to scouring the internet for identities. She had two more that she used for “fun hacking” - right now, she was breaking into the FBI’s main website, just for the heck of it.

Her seventh and final computer - in this room anyway - was dedicated entirely to porn, almost all of it lesbian related. Grace wasn’t opposed to men, but she’d never really been attracted to one, either. She’d fucked a few guys in college, but after her first girl, she’d gone over, and considered herself about as happy a lesbian computer hacker as she could be.

She’d be happier if Tricia - BlondeSlut6’s real name - was there in the room with her, but you couldn’t have EVERYTHING, could you?

BlondeSlut6: MMMmmmm, thanks for buying a show, baby - what do u want me to do?

HotKorPark69: Show me ur tits, and leave the top off.

Grace fingered herself furiously as the statuesque blonde undid the very tiny bikini top she’d been wearing, revealing her impressively perky tits. “Mmmmm,” Grace moaned aloud. Yeah, Tricia was spectacular to look at, even if Grace suspected she was a fake lesbian - lot of these cam whores were. Not that Grace minded. A fantasy was a fantasy.

Suddenly, there was a beep on one of her side computers. Pulling her slippery fingers away from her cunt, Grace quickly sucked the juices off before reaching for a wireless mouse and clicking on the offending computer.

Instantly, a video chat screen popped up. Grace frowned, but made no effort to cover up - she was only naked from the waist down, though her nipples were erect enough to be plenty visible through her tank-top. It’s not like the person on the other end hadn’t seen her half naked before, anyway

BlondeSlut6: What are u going to do to me now, babe?

“This better be important,” Grace muttered as she reached for her porn computer to start typing a response to Tricia.

“You know very well it’s important when I contact you, Grace,” a stern voice replied.

HotKorPark69: Bend over and finger ur slit from behind, baby.

“Yeah, yeah. What is it this time, Mitra?” Grace muttered, trying very hard to concentrate on the way the blonde on her screen followed her directions, showing a very lovely rear end to the camera.

“That’s MISS Mitra to you, Grace. Less you forget I am your employer.”

“Sorry, MISS Mitra,” Grace replied snarkily. She made more money in a day hacking stolen credit card numbers than Rhona Mitra had ever paid her, but Rhona was kinda scary, and she usually provided interesting challenges. “Still, can this wait? I’m trying to rub one out here, and-”

“It cannot wait. I need you on the move by the end of the day. Your flight is already booked.”

BlondeSlut6: What now, baby?

Grace growled. She SO wanted to ignore Rhona right now.

“What could possibly be so important?” Grace asked. “I mean, you didn’t even ask if I was available!”

BlondeSlut6: Babe? HotKorPark69, you there?

“You’re ALWAYS available to me,” Rhona said. Grace scowled. That was, sadly, correct.

“What’s in it for me?” Grace asked sullenly. God, other people could be SUCH a pain sometimes.

BlondeSlut6: Hello?

“A guaranteed cut of 8 million dollars, the chance to hack a live bank security feed, and a little something extra, just for me. Plus, all the extra cash your team can pull out at the same time.”

“What is this, some kind of bank robbery?” Grace asked. She hated to admit it, but that did sound like fun.

BlondeSlut6: If u don’t want me to do anything, I can get another show.

“Some kind,” Rhona admitted. “Pack your bags.” The video chat screen vanished.

Grace sighed. She really didn’t like traveling. WiFi connections were so much more shaky than a good land-line. Oh well, at least she could finish getting off before she started packing.

Except when she turned back to her porn computer, Tricia was gone, and the show was still charging Grace’s stolen credit card.

“Damn cam whores. Just can’t trust them,” Grace muttered.

* * * * * * * * *

All she ever needed to know, Blake Lively had learned in kindergarten. That was when she learned that if she was nice to people, more often than not they were nice back. That philosophy got her through school, and through her first year of college – there probably wouldn’t have been a second anyway, but if her grades hadn’t resulted in an early departure getting caught with the cock of the Dean’s son in her mouth by the Dean herself certainly would have. If she had caught them.

Luckily Blake had figured out something else early in life – not to get caught, whether it was a little snuggle with Mr. Reece next door or a proper orgy. In her line of work, which she always called “customer services” to anyone who asked, she couldn’t afford to. As great as she was at using her lovely face, tanned skin, shampoo-commercial hair, buoyant rack, endless legs and perfect ass to get what she wanted from guys, in her 23 summers she’d never been nabbed by the police or by the numerous outraged girlfriends and wives (and in some cases boyfriends and husbands) she’d left behind. Which was why even as she sat poolside at the Standard Bar sipping her first drink of the evening and thinking/hoping/knowing that at least half the customers were checking out her long, tanned legs, she herself was checking out the customers. Anyone who even looked as if they were getting away from the wife… was a candidate, really.

“Hi there,” came a voice from right next to her.

Blake turned her head and smiled at the young man on the next lounger. Target acquired…

“Hi yourself,” she replied.

”I’m Jason,” he said, putting his own teeth on display. “Someone like you shouldn’t be here alone.”

”I’m Lara,” Blake lied. “And I never am. Now that you’re here… I have a confession to make. I almost had company tonight, but he stood me up.”

”What, a business meeting?”

”Well, for a MEETING…” Blake’s eyes narrowed. Jason knew what was coming.

“He just can’t appreciate what he had,” the guy said, eyeing Blake’s figure-hugging dress and preparing to ask her if she wanted a refill. Work towards the conquest, that was the key…

“Want me to get my mind off him somewhere else?” Blake asked.

Wow, this girl could read minds. “It would be my pleasure,” Jason replied, as his eyes dropped down her body.

Blake knew just where he was looking; she casually crossed her legs, exposing a bit more thigh and liking what she saw in his eyes.

* * * * * * * * * *

One hour and three more drinks later, Jason was liking what he saw even more as he stroked Blake's legs all the way up and down, sucking on each of her feet as the blonde sighed on the edge of their bed. He gently licked each toe, sucking the tips as he glanced up at Blake. She was absolutely perfect... if those breasts weren't real, he didn't care. He had a good view of her box, and she was just about encouraging him to keep looking. He kept his eyes focused there as he tasted her legs, sliding his cock along each of her feet and stroking and kissing the inside of her thighs.

Blake closed her feet around his shaft. "Want to thrust, or should I do it?" she asked him.

"Surprise me..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Half an hour later, Blake pressed her hands down on his torso, furrowing through his chest mat and rubbing him as he writhed around on his bed. Jason’s large pole was filling her cunt as she rode him; Blake’s beautiful blonde head thrust back and forth, enjoying his hands over her body.

“Oooh… oh yeah Blake… you’re so TIIIGHT…” Jason gasped, watching her jugs jiggle and squeezing her butt. She folded forward onto him and they kissed, her hair everywhere as he slapped her in delight. Blake rubbed his body and ground onto him, waiting for when he wasn’t able to hold on any more. As her well-oiled box tightened around his meat, she moved herself up and down a couple more times, watching his face - she knew he was about to spurt...

With a speed brought from a decade of practice Blake slipped up from him, releasing his prick. It stood there exposed with her pussy oils making the long rod shint as she shot her face down above it, grabbing the stalk hard enough to get a grip but not hard enough for him to yell. An instant later, Blake's lovely face received the full load of his white cum, as more semen than he had produced in a long time shot out and out and out. Through the white storm, Blake smiled down at him and licked her lips, swallowing the drops that had gotten onto her mouth.

"Whatever you're eating, keep it up," she told Jason, sitting there with a perfect mixture of delight and smugness on his face. "And now time for dessert." Still holding his dick and tracing a couple of fingers along the head, she turned around and gave Jason a perfect, porno magazine centrefold-worthy view of her waiting cunt and asshole.

From the first teacher who'd made a deal with her in school onwards, Blake had never met a man who didn’t enjoy the sight of her back door. She figured he'd spend about four seconds looking at it, before he started to... Not even that long; with his hands gripping her full asscheeks, he thrust his tongue into her pussy, tasting and licking her out and sucking her little clit. Jason sucked and licked for what seemed like hours, soaking up the taste of Blake's well-oiled box, before his tongue slid out and licked up, kissing the area between one hole and the other.

Sighing, Blake relished feeling his tongue starting to probe her asshole. Leg man he may have been, but they all loved the butt...

* * * * * * * * * *

Four hours later, Blake and Jason lay against each other, the room heavy with the scent of their fucking. Jason had a deeply contented look on his face, and it was a tribute to Blake that even asleep he was still sporting an erection as if he was ready for another go as soon as he woke up.

The first thing Blake did when she cracked an eye open was to scan downwards and study his stiffy. She slithered down his body between his legs and she took his length down her throat, “Mmm”-ing in satisfaction as Jason slept; she was enjoying the weight of his dick along her tongue and taking quick little gasps of air when she could – she was actually glad when she could do this, because Blake Lively was and always had been a size queen. Not that she ever told any of her clients this; ultimately the bottom line was what mattered.

Blake sucked and licked, gently fondling Jason’s balls until, satisfied (meaning until most of his come was down her throat, with the remainder making it look as if he had had a wet dream), the blonde slid off the bed and disproved all male stereotypes about women by dressing smoothly and quickly; even though the slow-acting sedative she had slipped into his post-sex drink would keep him out for hours, she never liked to take chances - unlike the contents of men’s wallets and their car keys, the former of which nestled deep inside the handbag over her shoulder as she casually stepped out of the elevator several minutes later dangling the latter from a finger, en route to the space in the street where Jason had parked.

With no real name or any genuine information to go on, Jason would normally have as hard a time finding her when he woke up as all the other men she’d ensnared. Except that he too had a nasty habit; Blake Lively’s one mistake was not taking his cellphone. The cellphone on which there were many pictures of women, women that he had very carefully put into naked poses while they were sleeping – including Blake.

* * * * * * * * * *

That had been two month

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 20, 2020, 05:53:22 AM

That had been two months before. Now Blake was having a quiet little drink in a bar, by herself, off the clock. No work for her tonight, or for a couple of weeks...

"Is this seat taken?"

At the sound of the English accent, Blake looked up from her pina colada into the eyes of a dark-haired woman in her '30s, holding an envelope and smiling. "I'll be surprised if you're not expecting anybody..."

"Actually, I'm not," the blonde answered. "Just a working girl on a night off, that's me."

"That makes two of us," the brunette said, sitting down and indicating for the barman to get over here. She looked at Blake amiably... but her hand was moving close to Blake's exposed thigh.

"A working girl, you say...?" she said more quietly.

Blake's free hand gently moved the brunette's away. "I'm sorry, no girls allowed."

"A man's woman, eh?" the brunette replied, with a wry smile.

"I like men, men like me. If I do say so myself," Blake giggled. "It's a big city. You'll find someone."

"I already did," she said, handing Blake the envelope. "Relax, no one's serving you with anything... have a look inside."

Blake opened the large envelope, and took out a sheaf of colour printouts. And was glad she had finished her drink, otherwise she'd have spat it out all over the counter when she saw they were pictures of herself, fast asleep - and completely naked. Her mouth agape, Blake gazed at the calm brunette next to her, sipping her Jack Daniel's as casually as if she was in her own home.

"You're right, men do like you. Rather a lot of men. Unfortunately for you, one of those men happens to be my brother," Rhona continued as Blake riffled through the pictures in disbelief. There she was, the cover model and centerfold for "Narcoleptic Whores" magazine - he'd even gotten a couple of spread shots! What the FUCK...?

"He's very good, isn't he? Moving you around and posing you like a doll without waking you up... years of practice there. He's almost as good as you are; he may be a pervert, but if it hadn't been for his little peccadillos I never would have found you."

"Say what now?"

"It's very clear that you know how to use what your mother gave you... or your plastic surgeon."

"Hi pot, I'm kettle," Blake countered. "I know store-bought tits when I see them."

"I could kill you on the spot for that, you know..."

"My, we're a little insecure today, aren't we?"

"...but as you said, you like men and men like you, and I need a woman of your... talents." The woman took another sip. "Even minus your expenses--"

"My what!?"

"The money you stole from my brother, and the cost of a new car, will be returned to him out of your share of the proceedings. But even with that bite, at the end of this job you will be a very, very wealthy woman, Miss Lively."

"Wait... I never told you my name," Blake stammered. "How'd you--"

"You kept your background very well hidden, but not well enough that we couldn't find it. I'm Rhona," she added, putting the money for their drinks on the table. "Come on, let's leave this smokehole."

As they left the bar, Blake asked "Who's we?"

* * * * * * * * * *

“And Five makes $150,” JoAnna Garcia smiled as she handed over a fair sized wad of cash to the elderly woman on the other side of the counter. “Is there anything else I can do for you today, Mrs. Baker?”

“No darling, you’ve done more than enough,” the old woman said, turning around and shuffling out of the bank. JoAnna kept her smile on until Mrs. Baker closed the door behind her, and then let out a sigh. What was it with old women at banks, always having to talk to the Tellers like there was nothing else going on?

It was still early, and the San Francisco fog had yet to quite clear out, so the San Francisco Union Bank was far from the rush crowd it would see around Noon and again towards the later afternoon. And yet, JoAnna was already exhausted, and she’d only dealt with two or three customers so far.

Her exhaustion probably had something to do with the fact she’d been up having sex most of the night, which had seemed like such a great idea at the time. But JoAnna wasn’t 22 anymore, and her fiance wasn’t, either. Jason had looked hung over in the morning, but had still made a noble attempt to get into the shower with JoAnna none-the-less. She’d shoved him off and ordered him to make some coffee, and promised to make it up to him later - she hoped he’d settle for a hand job or maybe even just her cooking, because she was NOT going to have sex with him again for a few days. Not until she’d caught up on her rest.

“JoAnna, you busy?” Peggy, the Assistant Bank Manager asked, coming up behind JoAnna’s station.

“Nope,” JoAnna said, spinning about on her stool to smile at the middle-aged, dumpy-looking woman.

“We’ve got a new teller today, and I’ve got that conference call with Boston I need to be on in ten minutes. Can you show her around?”

“Absolutely,” JoAnna said.

“Great. Shay?” Peggy called out.

JoAnna felt her jaw drop a bit as a gorgeous brunette in a short but professional skirt appeared next to Peggy. She was young, but her bronze skin gave her an exotic, not-quite-Asian look that would make every man in the bank drool over her. She wore a rather conservatively cut blouse and jacket, a little more formal than the rest of the bankers, but that skirt - it showed enough of her legs that JoAnna thought if she bent over far enough, the newcomer would be flashing her panties to the room.

“JoAnna, this is Shay Mitchell,” Peggy said. “Our newest hire - fresh from USC and with impeccable recommendations.”

“Nice to meet you,” JoAnna said, extending her hand to Shay. “I’m JoAnna Garcia.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Shay said. “I love your hair.”

“Thank you!” JoAnna beamed, absentmindedly running a hand through her red locks.

“Okay, I’ll check on you both later,” Peggy said, running off towards the conference room.

“So, where do we go first?” Shay asked.

“No place better to start than the beginning,” JoAnna said, trying very hard not to stare at Shay’s legs.

* * * * * * * * * *

Shay felt awful. It had been child’s play for that Mitra woman to come up with all the paperwork needed to fake Shay’s way into the San Francisco Union Bank - the fake information was so complete and official looking, Shay couldn’t tell the difference. There was a chance it was completely legitimate, but Shay didn’t want to think about it.

Rhona had somehow had enough pull with USC that Shay was granted a three week leave from her classes, completely excused, and if she pulled off her role in this caper, Rhona assured Shay she could go right back and not be missed. Somehow, Shay doubted that, but she didn’t really have a choice.

Still, the information was impeccable, and Shay’s age actually worked to her advantage. Because of her family’s shady past, she’d been a few years late getting into USC, but according to Rhona’s records, she’d graduated already. In fact, she was only a Junior, but Shay was a few years older than most college students, so she was about the right age for someone just entering the workforce like this.

Shay was supposed to act like a Teller, and spend a few days - she wasn’t sure how many - learning the layout of the bank. But this JoAnna cutie was happily showing Shay everything she needed right here on the first day.

“…And these are our security guards, Mike and John,” JoAnna said, showing Shay into the small office just off the front door. The two guards were polar opposites. Mike was older - white hair, a round belly, and a wrinkled face, while John was younger, taller, thinner, and almost good looking - for a man. They both smiled happily as JoAnna showed Shay in, and Shay shook both their hands, but her attention was on the bank of monitors behind them, showing off the feed from every single camera in the bank. Every Teller station was cover, as were both of the doors, the main safe, and the stairwell leading down to the primary vault, which had a camera both on it’s door and inside it. The real valuable stuff would be down there. There was also, Shay noticed, a small individual door that had it’s own camera. There were no signs on the door, and no one seemed to be coming in and out of it. That struck her as odd.

What wasn’t odd was how the two guards practically drooled over Shay. Clearly they didn’t get to see beautiful women all that often - though JoAnna here was no slouch in the hotness department. Shay would happily bed the gorgeous redhead.

“Well, we’ll let you boys get back to work,” JoAnna said, gently pulling Shay out of the security office. Shay could feel the guards’ eyes on her ass the whole way out, and smiled about it. Men were so easy to manipulate. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so hard after all.

* * * * * * * * * *

“I’m sorry about the way the guards acted,” JoAnna said to Shay once they were away from the office. “They’re a pair of little horn dogs, and you’re right up their ally - young, hot, and new. They’ll drool over you for a few months or until someone new comes along, whichever comes first.”

Shay smiled sweetly at JoAnna. “You clearly speak from experience,” she said, giving JoAnna’s body a very clear once-over with her eyes.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 20, 2020, 06:03:36 AM

JoAnna felt her cheeks burn. Was Shay hitting on her? No, couldn’t be. It was JoAnna’s imagination. No doubt some residue from all the sex she’d had the night before.

Besides, JoAnna was straight. Outside of one crazy night in college, she’d never even thought about being with a girl before. Of course, the girl she fooled around with in college had been cute and curvy like Shay…

No, JoAnna shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to go there, not with a co-worker. Besides, she was engaged to be married. Everything in her life was going exactly according to plan, and she wasn’t going to let that slip, just for some passing, flirtatious look from a girl she just met. JoAnna wasn’t that kind of girl.

“Come on,” she said aloud. “Let me show you the vault.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“It’s fairly standard bank vault,” JoAnna said to Shay as the two women walked down the stairs into the main vault. Complete with a classic large safe door. “We do have an advanced combination lock that’s generally on a timer, though in case of emergency, the combination can be put in and the door opened at any time, though doing so will alert the police. We have to call them ahead of time if we REALLY need to get into it.”

“Wow,” Shay said, and meant it. Shay couldn’t imagine anyone being able to break into something like this. Whoever was going to do it would have to be one of the best - she hoped Rhona had someone expert lined up, because Shay knew she couldn’t do it.

“Who has the combination?” She asked.

“Good question. Not Peggy, that’s for sure,” JoAnna said. “Possibly David, the Branch Manager, but he’s almost never in - he covers 4 other banks in town, and spends maybe an hour or two in each.”

“Guess it’d REALLY have to be an emergency, then,” Shay muttered. There went any plan for her to steal the combo before the heist. Too bad. Rhona might have paid extra for that.

“Come on, I’ll show you the safe deposit boxes and the break room, and then get you set up at a teller station,” the redhead said, leading Shay out of the room and back towards the stairs.

As they went back upstairs, Shay noticed they passed the unmarked door that had a security camera on it. Unable to resist, she spoke up about it.

“What’s in here?” she said, trying to sound as casual and unconcerned as possible.

“Huh?” JoAnna said, turning to look at the door Shay was indicating. “Oh, that’s David’s office, where he goes to meet with major clients. He’s got the most secure computer in the place, with all the access codes and whatnot needed to get at their private accounts. No one but him is allowed in there. See the camera?” JoAnna said, pointing up.

“I do now,” Shay lied. “Wow, guess I want to stay out of there.”

“Come on, I’ll show you the break room. This time of morning, the Coffee’s still somewhat drinkable,” JoAnna said.

* * * * * * * * * *

Even considering it was fairly fresh, the coffee JoAnna poured Shay wasn’t all that great - the Bank’s Coffee machine was ten years old and had been on it’s last legs for four of those years. The mud it spewed out was caffeinated, however, and that always helped.

“Sorry we couldn’t do better. Some of us bring our own coffee in, but that can get expensive,” JoAnna apologized when Shay grimaced after her first sip.

“I’m not that much of a coffee drinker anyway,” Shay said.

“How on earth do you wake up, then?” JoAnna asked. “I’m no good without at least a full cup in me in the morning.”

“Sex,” Shay said with a wicked little smile. “A good orgasm always gets me moving better than anything else.”

JoAnna nearly spit her coffee out of her mouth when she heard that. “R-really?” she stammered, swallowing hard first. “So you have a boyfriend, then?”

“Oh, no,” Shay replied. “I… well, I sorta had a one night stand last night,” Shay said, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “It was this barista that’s been making eyes at me when I get my lattes for the last couple of weeks, and I finally broke down and brought her home last night.”

“Her?” JoAnna asked. “So you’re…”

“I don’t brag about it, but yeah - I’m into girls,” Shay said. “This IS San Francisco, after all.”

JoAnna chuckled "Yeah, that's true. You should see some of the people who come in here on certain days."

“I’m so glad I can tell you stuff like this,” Shay said, placing a hand on JoAnna’s knee. “I always worry when I go someplace new that people will react badly.”

“Well, no worries here,” JoAnna said, her leg suddenly feeling VERY warm. “My college roommate was a lesbian, and I adore her to pieces.”

“Oh, so do you have a ‘One Night At College…’ story?” Shay asked.

“Huh?”

“A ‘One Night At College…’ story - you know, where a straight coed, maybe a little drunk, gives in and makes out with her lesbian roommate.”

“There’s a name for that?” JoAnna said, surprised.

“Oh yeah - I’ve got three of them in my belt - three straight roommates, made out with all three of them. If you count suitemates my freshman year, that number goes up to seven, and dormmates the number hit’s the mid double-digits by the end of my sophomore year,” Shay said with a twinkle of pride in her eyes.

“Wow,” was all JoAnna could manage to eek out. All the while Shay had been talking, her hand had slid up JoAnna’s leg, until it was brushing the hem of her skirt. JoAnna was certain it was burning through the fabric, from the heat of it all.

“So, what’s your story?” Shay asked, staring into JoAnna’s eyes.

“One night, my roommate and I both came back hammered from a bar,” JoAnna said, her voice as low as she could make it. “We were a little drunk, and… I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“It’s okay,” Shay said. “Believe me, I’m sure I’ve done worse.”

“Well, she used to always make passes at me when we were drunk, but that night… oh god,” JoAnna said, foggy images of that night flooding her brain. “That night, I made a pass on her. We totally ended up making out, and I… I sorta kissed her breasts.”

“Mmm, kinky,” Shay said, leaning closer to JoAnna. “Did she do anything to you?”

JoAnna could feel her face beating bright red. “She did all sorts of things to me,” she whispered, shocking herself that she would admit that to someone who was basically a total stranger. A very attractive total strange, but a total stranger none-the-less.

“My my, and here I was thinking you were all sweet and innocent,” Shay said, leaning in very close to JoAnna on the couch. “I should’ve known better. Hot redheaded college girls are always hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” JoAnna said.

“So then you won’t mind if I do this?” Shay asked, leaning in and kissing JoAnna full on the lips.

JoAnna’s heart leapt in her throat. She’d not even thought of kissing another woman since that night with her roommate all those years ago, and now here she was, on a couch in the break room, this gorgeous, dark-haired, youthful temptress making a move on her.

And JoAnna wasn’t doing a thing to stop her.

Shay was just starting to get aggressive, pushing JoAnna back into a laying position on the couch, and shoving her tongue into the older woman’s mouth, when JoAnna dropped her coffee cup, spilling it all over the floor.

“OHMYGOSH!” JoAnna said, pushing Shay of her and jumping up off the couch. “We need to clean this up and get back to work.”

“I-I’m sorry. I thought you were-”

“Don’t be sorry - grab some paper towels over there, please - It’s just - thank you - I’m engaged, and I really shouldn’t be doing that with anyone - oh, these just won’t work. Where’s the mop? - with someone other than my fiance and-” JoAnna prattled on like that for several long moments, as she and Shay cleaned up the spilled coffee. By then, their break had ended, and the late morning/early afternoon crowd was starting to show up. The two girls didn’t see each other alone the rest of the day.

But one thing was for sure. JoAnna Garcia was as horny as she’d ever been in her life, and it was all thanks to Shay Mitchell.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Same stuff, different day." That was the dominating thought coursing through Lucy Hale's mind.

Every day had been the exactly the same for her. It was routine, wakeup, shower, dress, go to work, try to keep 25 screaming brats under control, clean her classroom, go home, eat dinner, grade papers, have a couple glasses of wine, watch the evening news, go to bed, get up the next morning and do it all over again.

It wasn't as though the tiny brunette hated her life, quite the opposite, she loved the job. She has just gotten herself stuck in a rut, it was the same thing every day. Her life had become monotonous, almost boring. Lucy sighed as she sat back at her desk and kicked up her heeled boots up on her desk, the kids in her class at Golden Gate Elementary School were at recess at the moment so she could finally catch her breath.

"Tiring isn't it?" came a voice from the doorway.

"It's kindergarten, what do you think?" Lucy asked with a giggle as she took her feet off of her desk and stood up.

"I wouldn't know, the little ones aren't my style. I prefer to be the one teaching them on their way out." said her co-worker.

"You always know how to make me laugh Brandon." Lucy said giggling as she leaned on her desk. Brandon Walters was the 6th grade teacher at GG and was very popular among the impressionable students. Standing over Lucy's 5'2" frame and his shoulder length black hair framing his pale face. "He certinately doesn't look like a teacher" Lucy mused to herself.

"So what's bothering you, that kinda sigh says there's something on your mind." Brandon said as he crossed his arms and leaned on the desk next to Lucy, absent-mindedly knocking away one of the toys on the floor.

"I don't know. I just feel like I'm stuck, ya know? Like I was meant for something more then just being a kindergarten teacher..." Lucy said as she began to pace. She ran her hands though her hair and let out a frustrated sigh. "...I just feel, like, I need something. Some form of excitement to let me know I'm alive."

"If I were you, sweetheart, I'd suggest you get out of San Francisco. Take a vacation, go visit your family or something, or go to a place you've never been before." Brandon suggested running one hand through his hair.

"That's a good idea, but we just got back from summer vacation a few weeks ago, and I did go visit my family. It didn't help." Lucy said sighing and watching the kids on the playground. Lucy adjusted her skirt and turned back to the towering 6th grade teacher.

"I don't know what to tell you then Luce, I stand by what I said maybe you just need to get out of San Francisco." Brandon said as he patted Lucy on the shoulder and headed out.

Lucy sighed as she turned back toward the playground and pulled out her iPhone and began a search. "A vacation does sound like a good idea" Lucy thought to herself as she went to several travel websites. Lucy kept scrolling through various locations until one caught her eye.

"OOH, Cancun." Lucy said as she went through all the details on her phone to book this vacation. She knew it was impulsive but maybe, just maybe she'd meet someone on her vacation that would make her feel alive again.

Booking the actual trip would have to wait as she heard the familiar ringing of a bell as her students began filing back into the room. Lucy sighed as she took one last look at the picture of the Cancun beach and put her phone back in her drawer and turned back to her students.

* * * * * * * * * *

"...so if Disneyland's ever looking for a designer, Bethany just might be getting a call!" the perky blonde finished, standing in front of an enormous sandy recreation of Sleeping Beauty's castle. "From the Sands Sculpture Contest here at Drakes Beach, I'm--"

Hayden Panettiere snapped off the set and flung away the remote before yelling "GAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" to the ceiling. "That - is - IT! Seriously, that's IT! I - T IT!"

"Come on, that wasn't so bad," Troian Bellisario said as she tried to lie calm next to her in their bed. "It looked like fun on that beach..."

"That's just it," the blonde sighed, facing her darker friend. "They all look like fun. Fluffy airy end-of-show-good-night-see-you-tomorrow fun. I've been doing the happy nothing stories on Channel 7 ever since I got hired, and I swear if I have to stick on a smile one more time--"

"Hayden, you know they hired you for the whole package. You're a good reporter, you know that, I know that - hell, even the news director knows that," Troian said, telling herself not to edge her hands towards the girl. "But they also hired you because - let's face it - you're hot."

Hayden couldn't deny that; she'd seen the letters Channel 7 had been getting since she started two years ago. Some of them actually praised her work, and once the marriage proposals were taken away some of what was left was even readable on air. Hayden didn't really mind - it was certainly preferable to being told she was an ugly air-stealing ho (and she got a fair bit of mail along those lines as well, almost entirely from jealous teenage girls and bitter housewives) - and she knew she wasn't about to be promoted to anchor any time soon, but...

"It's just every time Ashley Benson talks about bought senators or mass murderers... she just reminds me what I'm stuck with. Sometimes I wish that George Blaine wasn't married..." Hayden trailed off.

"Think you could use that sweet mouth to talk him into throwing you a bone?" Troian asked. "Mr. News Anchor is a happy husband and you know it. Besides, you got this far without sleeping with anyone on the job."

"Except you," Hayden reminded her camerawoman.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 21, 2020, 04:37:49 AM

"Except me," Troian laughed, kissing Hayden's neck. Both had seen a few of the letters and fantasies detailed therein and laughed at how suggestions that Hayden do it with the writers' girlfriends were closer to the truth than they thought, but unlike Hayden Troian had come out at work; Hayden wanted to as well, but she was part of the on-camera team and Ashley, unlike George, wasn't a GLAAD supporter. At all.

Troian had warmed to Hayden from the moment she joined, and had suspected she was keeping something secret when they'd been out on a fluffy airy end-of-show-good-night-see-you-tomorrow piece and she'd spotted the blonde eyeing a passing jogger; a passing female jogger. Hayden had quickly realised Troian had caught her checking the girl out, and was about to try and cover herself when she saw the brunette's understanding expression... Troian had been looking at the girl that way too. And Hayden, though it wasn't until a few days later and an after work drink that Miss Panettiere confessed that she'd been checking out Miss Bellisario. That wasn't the only reason the two clicked on work duties, but it didn't hurt.

"Anyway, it's Saturday," the brunette continued, kissing Hayden again as she moved on top of her. "You need to loosen up..."

"Got any ideas?" Hayden kissed Troian back and began stroking her lover, who answered by fondling the blonde's small but nicely formed breasts. She kissed each one, running the tip of her tongue along Hayden's nipples as a hand travelled down the girl's body. Troian moaned with happiness as she felt Miss Panettiere's pussy; she was gorgeously fuzzy below, and she was always wet and ready for action. Always.

"Mmmm..." Hayden murmured as Troian kissed her stomach. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel Miss B's tongue moving around inside her, making her feel all safe and happy like she always did. Soon Troian's soft lips were on her box, nuzzling the tender flesh and tasting the sweet pussy inside. She started to writhe on the bed under the brunette's mouth and hands, breathing harder as Troian worked.

"Give me a paintjob..." she whispered. Troian slid back up Hayden's body and brought herself up so that she was kneeling over the blonde, before carefully lowering her supple form down. Hayden watched in delight as Troian's pussy slowly moved down onto her left nipple; both women trembled as they made contact. Crouched above her lover, Troian brushed her cunt along Hayden's breasts, feeling the hardened nipples touching her clit as she moved. She moved down as low as she could over the right breast, and relished Hayden's nipple inside her, getting the flavour of her snatch.

Hayden gently stroked Troian's ass and kissed her beloved as the brunette disengaged herself and bent down to return the kiss. "Want it front or back?" Hayden asked.

Troian's face fell. "We're out of oil..."

Hayden made a snipping motion. "Front it is."

Because Troian towered over Hayden, being on top wasn't always that comfortable even though neither ever complained. But as the two lasses moved away from each other to lie on their sides, legs spread, they were glad this was an option. Both took a moment to study each other; small blonde Hayden, somewhat taller brunette Troian, each blessed with a great body and a gorgeous open pussy. Hayden edged forward and clamped her legs on Troian, feeling their boxes together; the two began to move, each massaging the other with their cunt.

Troian rotated her hips as Hayden thrust to and fro; not for the first time the brunette was amazed at how much passion the tiny girl threw into this. Clutching the mattress and rubbing her soaking blonde box against Troian's darker one, Hayden's body was breaking out in sweat as she groaned, making herself feel almost as good as she was making Troian. Her feet rubbed Troian's body as Miss B herself began to scream and cream, bucking against the bed and begging Hayden not to stop.

"Anytime you want, Hayden..." Troian gasped as Miss Panettiere started to come. "ANYTIME..."

* * * * * * * * *

Monday morning around 10 AM, Hayden got up from her desk in a downer mood for three reasons. One, it was freaking MONDAY.

Two, she hadn’t gotten to bang Troian’s head against the bedstead last night. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but Hayden had been seriously horny for the second night in a row and Troian... she was a girl of her word. Her family knew she liked girls and they were a lot more religious than she was, but they all lived and let live and Troian had promised them that she would never have sex on Sundays. Even though Hayden knew this, her body wasn’t always ruled by her head, so she’d been forced to spend last night digging her fingers into the mattress to keep them off her beloved.

Three, she’d just been told that Zucker wanted to see her. Wonderful – being called in to see the boss a few hours into the worst working day of the week. Okay, Hayden had been a little late, but...

"Cheer up, kid," weatherman Joseph Park told her, seeing her worried face as she passed his desk. "He can’t eat you – he just looks like he could."

"So that’s what happened to Katy Bailey," Hayden chuckled, and immediately regretted bringing up a fellow reporter who’d suddenly been fired. She put her out of her mind and summoned up a smile as she knocked on the door of news director Roger Zucker.

"Come in!"

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Hayden asked as she entered.

"That’s kind of why I called you, Hayden," the ample, slightly balding man behind the desk replied in between swigs of that horrible coffee someone on the staff insisted on buying. "You’ve been here... a year or two, right?"

"Closing in on two years."

"And people like you. Even my own son likes you – says he only watches the news in case you do a story. Whatever works..."

"Thanks!" Hayden said with a bit more relief than she’d planned on – this couldn’t be leading up to an axing.

"However,” Zucker continued, "you also sound as if you actually understand what you’re saying. I know you do fluff pieces, but I also know you work hard and you keep your eyes open. And I know you can write on a higher evolutionary level than some of the reporters I’ve had..."

"Wow... this is a-"

"Surprise? Thought I was going to fire you? Rather than ask you if you’d like to sit next to Ashley for a day or two?"

Hayden Panettiere’s legs suddenly turned to water as she lost the ability to speak for a few seconds. "Uhhhh…..." She sought for words as Zucker grinned.

"George goes on vacation next week and we usually have Tony Romano spelling for him all week. He’ll be on the hot seat for three days, but for Tuesday and Thursday we want to try having two women reading the news."

"...Me?"

"Why not? The viewers like you, the staff here like you, Mr. Franco likes you..."

The station owner liked her? Hayden Panettiere’s Best Monday Ever. Only the fact that she was wearing a dress kept her from doing somersaults all the way out of Zucker's office.

* * * * * * * * * *

"For reals?" Troian said as the mobile unit headed to today's assignment.

"For reals!" Hayden laughed, not even minding that they were heading to a red light.

"Finally get to TiVo the news for a good reason instead of bitching about camerawork."

"Come on, your work's perfect." Hayden's eyes softened as she looked at the camerawoman/driver and lowered her voice. "You're perfect..."

"Wait till tonight," Troian replied. "Celebrate then."

"Count on it," the reporter said, squeezing Troian's hand in what she thought their sound engineer would note as a friendly way.

* * * * * * * * * *

"So I'm going to be working with the new girl?" Ashley Benson asked.

"Hayden's been here long enough so you can stop calling her that. Louise Minchin's the new girl," Zucker pointed out.

"She's also just an intern; Hayden's new to the hosting gig... it might be fun to have someone new to spar with. Looking forward to it," she lied as she left the office.

Ashley simply could not stand competition, which was why she had had no qualms about getting the rising Katy Bailey fired on discovering she liked the odd bit of wacky tobaccy. Though truth be told, it wasn't the marijuana that had done it for her (heck, Ashley smoked the odd joint herself) - it was learning Katy was a regular at a lesbian hangout that did it.

The sound man who'd gone out with that bull dyke Bellisario had told her the way she and Panettiere held hands was NOT the way friends did it. And now she was supposed to work next to another dyke? One who was taking fans away from her?

"Not going to happen, Pantyliner," Ashley muttered. "Not. Going. To happen."

* * * * * * * * * *

As hideouts went, Roselyn Sanchez had hidden in worse. Rhona Mitra had given Roselyn specific directions, by way of a cellphone voice mail, that lead her to what appeared to be a closed Victoria’s Secret in San Francisco - and the equally abandoned apartment above it. The whole place seemed utterly non-descript, and the last place anyone would look for a gang of criminals and bank robbers.

So, of course, Roselyn suspected it at once. She’d hunted for safe houses all over the southern US, back before she met Alicia. Back before…

Roselyn would’ve chosen this place in a heartbeat. Shaking off old memories, she headed around back, found the old rickety wooden stairwell leading upstairs. Roselyn’s nose crinkled a bit at the smell of sawdust and cement, and she realized that while the place looked old, there’d been some construction done recently, within the last day or two, no more.

The stairs weren’t what had just been built, that much was certain - every other one seemed to creak and groan under Roselyn’s feet, and part of the railing felt particularly loose as she scaled her way up to the second floor. There she found a singular unlocked door, and a hidden security camera in a nail-hole in the slight roof over-hang - so well hidden, only her experienced eye spotted it. 99% of people would never have noticed.

THAT, no doubt, was new.

Roselyn knocked twice, then stood back, hands at her sides, looking pointedly at the camera. A few seconds passed, and then the door clicked and swung open.

Roselyn entered slowly, willing her eyes to adjust to the indoor gloom as quickly as possible. It took only a second or two, but in that time, she was certain every eye in the place was on her.

“You’re good,” a cheerful voice called out. “You spotted the security camera right away. Most people don’t.”

“I’m not most people,” Roselyn said. She glanced towards the voice and wasn’t at all surprised to find it coming from a woman sitting in front of a bank of computer monitors. Roselyn was certain those had been put in sometime in the last 24-36 hours, no doubt to accommodate the woman now running them. Roselyn gave a quick look to what little she could see of the cute Asian woman behind the computer screens before turning to scan the rest of the room.

She wasn’t the first to arrive, or even the second. Two more girls waited on a couch in the middle of the room. One was maybe in her early twenties, while the other one was clearly still a teenager. The older one had long, flowing dark hair with a rather exotic look that spoke to Roselyn in ways no one but Alicia had in a while. She leaned back on the couch, looking at Roselyn nervously.

The teenager was going over some photos and documents on the coffee table before her, pretty much ignoring Roselyn all together. Roselyn couldn’t imagine what the girl was doing here, but then again, she hadn’t been much older herself when she’d robbed her first bank. Certainly Roselyn had lifted more than her fair share of purses and even a few cars before she was legally old enough to drive. This girl was a few years older than that, but from the way she was looking at the documents in front of her, she took her job a lot more seriously than Roselyn did at that age.

“Rhona here?” Roselyn asked carefully as she came in.

“Not yet,” the far-too-cheery computer girl said. “Go ahead and have a seat. She should be here soon.”

“Fantastic,” Roselyn muttered. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to the long-haired, quiet girl. Her butt barely touched the cushions before the door swung open and another woman entered. Roselyn’s eyebrow shot up, and her nipples went a bit hard as the leather-clad, tattooed beauty marched in like she owned the place, her dark hair falling down around her shoulders, and her ample cleavage well on display.

“This all of us?” the woman asked without preamble.

“Nope, team’s supposed to be seven, not including Rhona,” the computer girl said.

“How long are we supposed to wait for her?” Roselyn asked.

“Not long - she’s picking up the last two girls herself.”

“Peachy. Anyone got any cards?” the leather-clad girl asked as she plopped down in a chair across from the couch. “Or better yet, some beer?”

“No drinking on Rhona’s dime until the job’s done,” the computer girl said simply.

“Are we even ON her dime, or are we getting paid from the spoils of the job?” the teenager asked, still running over the photographs.

“You’re getting paid?” the exotic, dark-haired woman on the couch asked. “I was pretty much threatened.”

“Me, too,” Roselyn, the teenager, and the girl in leather all said at once.

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” the leather girl sighed.

“Cheer up, Megan - things are about to get moving.” Roselyn looked up to see Rhona Mitra walking in. The dark-haired temptress wore a conservatively-cut business suit with a painfully short skirt that showed off Rhona’s impressive legs. Behind her, swathed in a flowing, low-cut red dress came a gorgeous blonde who must have caught the teenager’s attention, because she went stiff upon glancing at her. She made certain parts of Roselyn go stiff, too - namely her nipples and clit. The blonde was THAT gorgeous.

And then one more person came in behind Rhona, and Roselyn shot up out of her seat.

“What the fuck is SHE doing here?” the second blonde to come in behind Rhona said, spotting Roselyn at once.

“Me? What are YOU doing here, you whore!” Roselyn snarled as Jaime Pressly walked in.

“Jaime’s worked for me in the past, Roselyn,” Rhona said. “I know you two have a history, and-”

“Forget it,” Roselyn said, heading towards the door. “Forget it. I will NOT work with this psycho ever again.”

“Missed you too, Caliente Buns,” Jaime quipped. “See you in another 5 years.”

“Go to hell,” Roselyn said, storming past Jaime. She got one step onto the stairs, fully intent on leaving this place once and for all, when Rhona called her back.

“If you leave now, Roselyn, Alicia and Joshua will be dead by the time you get home.”

Roselyn froze on the steps. Not for one second did she doubt that Rhona Mitra not only knew who Alicia and Joshua were, but how to find them quickly, and how to kill them as painfully as possible in the time it would take Roselyn to so much as get on the phone with them. Roselyn had seen just how vindictive Rhona could be.

She closed her eyes for a moment and whispered and tiny prayer, then turned around and walked back in.

“Fine, but she does what I say, or I’ll put a bullet in her head first chance I get,” Roselyn said, storming past Rhona and Jaime and the other blonde.

“Gee, Roselyn, why don’t we work together more often?” Pressly asked. “Oh, right, it’s because you’re a hormonal BITCH all the time.”

“Jaime, be quiet,” Rhona said. “You’re both here to be part of this team and part of this job. And since I own you both, you don’t have a choice.”

“Small world, eh Caliente Buns,” Jaime said. “So, this everyone?”

“Yes, I suppose I should introduce you to the team,” Rhona said.

“Roselyn Sanchez, you were once the leader and chief architect of the legendary Black Panty Gang, a team of all-women bank robbers who went on a torrid spree of heists through southern Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and New Mexico. Your gang was collectively #6 on the FBI Most Wanted list until you botched a heist in Santa Fe, and 5 of your crew were killed in a prolonged shoot-out with the police. Only you and one other escaped, a testament to your ability to think on your feet.”

“Funny, I always thought Caliente Buns here thought better on her back,” Pressly muttered quietly.

“Jaime Pressly here,” Rhona muttered, looking over her shoulder at the short-haired blonde, “was the only other member of the original Black Panty Gang to survive. She has since cut a murderous swath up the central United States, working mostly as muscle, though also finding work as a killer-for-hire and has the police department in Jefferson City convinced they have a serial killer on the loose.”

Jaime actually giggled at that. “Just because I was hired to cut the heads off six people, they got all in a fluster.”

“You cut the heads off six people?” the exotic brunette with the long hair asked, her eyes going wide with fear.

“I got paid good money, girlie,” Jaime said. “And, you know, maybe I fooled around with a couple of the guys before I decapitated them - you don’t see them calling me a serial rapist, do you?”

“That would be a bit more your style,” Roselyn hissed under her breath.

“Shay Mitchell here,” Rhona said, indicating the exotic brunette who still looked quite fearful of Jaime, “is our inside girl. An expert at becoming different people, she has been inside the target bank for a full week now, and has confirmed the layout and security status. She’ll still be posing as a teller when you hit the bank, so be prepared to extract her when you leave,” Mitra warned Roselyn.

“You’re sure about all of this information?” the teenager asked Shay directly.

“Yes,” Shay said, still eyeing Jaime. “Every camera, every lock, every employee - they were all exactly as they are in these papers and pictures.”

“I could’ve told you that,” the Asian girl by the computer spoke up. “After all, I hacked most of that information myself.”

“Grace Park is our computer expert,” Rhona said, nodding towards Grace, who waved from where she sat, but didn’t get up. “She’s been my personal hacker for a few years now, and is worth every penny. She specializes in security systems and a few other little tricks that we’ll make use of.”

“Can she hack the safe?” Roselyn asked.

“Nope - it’s rather old-fashioned that way,” Grace said, spinning all the way around once in her chair. “It’s not connected to any sort of computer signal, wireless or landline. Going to need a safe cracker for that.”

“That’s where Emma Roberts comes in,” Rhona said, nodding towards the teenager. “A regular prodigy when it comes to getting in and out of places she shouldn’t be, Emma is more than capable of getting into the bank vault in record time. All you have to do is buy her that time.”

“The kid?” the girl in leather said. “Really?”

“Really,” Emma said. “Why, you think you can do it?”

“Hey, don’t look at me, sweetie - I just drive the car.”

“This is Megan Fox,” Rhona said, nodding towards the leather girl. “And she does more than just drive the car. She’s the leading car thief here in California, is perhaps the best wheelman in the country, and has spent the last few days familiarizing herself with the backstreets and byways of San Francisco. When the crime is done, if you can get to Megan’s vehicle, she will get you and the loot back here safely.”

“What are you driving?” Jaime asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Megan said, looking pointedly at Rhona. Mitra ignored her.

“That just leaves our expert distraction-” she started to say, motioning towards the gorgeous, long-haired blonde who’d come in with her, but Emma cut her off.

“Blake Lively,” Roberts said with a sour tone.

“Hello, Emma,” Blake said. “Long time.”

“Not long enough,” Emma replied.

“You two know each other?” Rhona asked.

“You could say that,” Emma replied.

* * * * * * * * * *

They'd known each other one year before.

Peter Shore was the CEO of one of the larger corporations on the planet. He was also having a lengthy business meeting with his partners that would keep him from his wife for the whole weekend, or so he'd told his wife. The weekend did in fact involve partners, but it also involved other business - Blake Lively's business.

She was his companion for the weekend; he had given her the old "My wife doesn't understand me" line (unaware that Blake understood men like him perfectly) and he would be in for a shock when she was gone by Monday with nothing for him to track her down with. And with about ten thousand dollars missing, but he'd offered it to her straight off just to sweeten the deal (Blake liked to make things easy, so she said yes). The house he was staying in was empty that Saturday afternoon, except for Blake, who was having herself a shower before she got ready for Peter to come back from the day's wheeling and dealing.

And for Emma, who having gotten the details had chosen that weekend to pay the place a visit. With the upstairs safe opened, relieved of a few odds and ends (gems, watches, some actual currency) and closed back again, the nudest burglar was about to check out downstairs when she heard someone coming - she'd slid under the bed and planned to leave when whoever it was had left.

And that would have been how it played out had "it" not been a tall, well-built blonde with a little mole on the side of her face striding casually into the room, undressing and slipping out towards the bathroom humming a cheerful tune. Under the bed, Emma couldn't see everything, but she could see her legs (and the blonde's face reflected in the mirror), and once the lady was in the shower it was all clear for Emma Roberts to escape.

But her snatch was sending her another message, and her head was in agreement when it realised this could work to her advantage...

Fifteen minutes later, a newly cleaned Blake Lively came back in the room and almost leaped out of the towel and her skin on seeing Emma lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a smile.

"WHA-?!? Wait... who the--"

"Relax, I'm not his kid," Emma said reassuringly.

"Of fucking course you're not! Peter doesn't have a kid!"

"But he does have a wife," Emma pointed out. "And unless she went to the greatest plastic surgeon ever, I'm pretty sure it isn't you. Like they say in Britain, I've got you by the short and curlies."

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Blake huffed, dripping on the carpet.

"Polishing the furniture, what do you think?!" the younger woman snapped, at which point Blake noticed the small bag lying next to her and it all became clear - no way was that just her makeup in there. This time SHE smiled.

"Oh yeah, caught in the act... I got you."

"And *I* got YOU. I'd like to see you and Mr. Hoity-Toity CEO Peter Shore explain what you're doing here, and I get the feeling you're the kind of girl who doesn't like to be in one place too long."

Checkmate. Blake fumed, heading to the dresser as Emma smirked. "How much more do you want...?"

"To keep quiet? C'mon, blondie, we're in the same boat! All I want is a clean getaway with what I got."

Blake visibly relaxed...

"And you," Emma added.

...and tensed up again. "You what?"

"There are only two things Shore and I agree on - we hate the Yankees, and we both get turned on by tall bubble-butt blondes," Emma continued, loving the shock shuddering across Blake's face. "Honestly I could have been gone by now, but I got a look at you while I was hiding - I know you don't belong here, and I couldn't let all that go to waste..."

Blake struggled to regain the power of speech.

"Hey, I'm not asking you to play Russian roulette! Come on, you seem like the kind of girl to try anything once..."

"I don't do girls," Blake snapped. "Ever. This," she added, pointing to her body, "is for guys only."

"Sorry, girlie. Either I go down... or we both go down."

Ever since she'd been a teen Blake had been happy to take part in lineups where she was the only girl, but she had never, ever been bi-curious. Not even now, with Emma's nubile body all naked and ready before her - but she knew that the girl meant it. As she undid the towel, she looked for a way out of this... "You know, we could wait for Peter to come back - I could say you're a friend of mine who I called up; what's wrong with letting him have two for the price of one?"

"What's wrong with that is that I like guys as people and they've got their uses, but that thing between their legs? EWWW." Emma's spirits shot up an instant later as the towel fell to the floor, exposing Blake's freshly cleaned nudity. The burglar surveyed Blake from tip to toe; damn, she was PERFECT. The legs, the snatch, the jugs, the little mole on her face - Emma almost licked her lips.

"Can you turn around for a bit? I like to get an idea of the whole package."

Resisting the urge to hit her, Blake turned around and tried to not feel flattered at Emma's whistle. The girl had a sweet ass... plump and beautiful, best one she'd seen up close since that Australian redhead who'd stayed with her family one year (plus she let Emma play with it any time she wanted - Emma missed her).

She could have looked at it all day and all night, but she had stuff to do; as Blake turned forward again the girl rested her hands on the blonde's arms, stretched herself up and planted a kiss on her lips. She expected Blake to pull back a little, but that didn't take away from how soft they were; Emma flicked her tongue inside Blake's mouth for a little bonus before moving back, ignoring the murderous look in her eyes.

"When's sugar daddy coming back?" she asked, caressing the blonde's face.

"He said around six," Blake managed to reply calmly.

"We got plenty of time... not enough to do your ass 'cause he might wonder why you can't walk, but..."

Blake was thankful for small mercies as Emma began to kiss her face and shoulders, stroking her hair and licking the skin. "You just stand there, hot stuff - I'll do all the work..."

There wasn't a sound other than Blake's heavy breathing as she stood there, wishing she could just grab this... this GIRL and throw her out the window. And now Emma was cupping Blake's breasts, both of them swamping her small hands; Emma spent what seemed like eight weeks gently suckling each of her perfect nipples, but what was really only about five or ten minutes. Blake rolled her eyes as Miss Roberts rested her head against them and actually let out a blissful sigh.

"You know, if I looked like you I'd skip clothes all the time. Seriously."

She climbed off the bed and slowly sank to her knees, caressing the blonde's long body as she did. Spreading her hands on Blake's cheeks, she began to squeeze and stroke the soft flesh while gazing on her ready pussy. Emma mentally tossed a coin - heads she'd go for the front entrance, tails she'd enter the rear.

It was heads. But first she kissed the inside of Blake's right thigh, and began to slowly lick down, pausing every now and then to leave a little kiss as her fingers enjoyed the warm flesh. She glanced upwards every now and then, eyeing the blonde's open and waiting cunt. Kissing Blake's feet, Emma moved up with her hands stroking her legs, wishing she could stretch this out longer. But it was dinner time...

Blake normally loved looking down on whoever was having a munch, but in her mind it was not a 19-year-old girl sliding her tongue up the blonde's cunt. It was a boy. A boy with very slim fingers that were busy stroking her ass and slipping deep into her asshole, but a boy. She kept staring straight ahead, into the mirror on the other side of the room, looking directly at herself. She didn't dare let her eyes go any lower than her breasts, otherwise she'd have seen Emma Roberts's long-tressed head pressed against her crotch, moving from side to side as she became the first female ever to taste what she had there.

Blake found herself getting warmer; despite herself she started to shudder with... no, it wasn't delight. No. No, Emma's mouth and caresses were not making her want to touch this girl. She took her mind back to every boy in class she'd let look up her skirts - every teacher who'd given her a break in school in exchange for some fun - that man across the road from her house who watched her undress before bed - the boy she'd babysat who she'd given his best birthday present ever... anyone to get... away from how this girl was... making... her...

As Blake's hands slammed on Emma's shoulders and the tall woman groaned, Emma felt the discharge on her lips. Blake tasted SO good; she'd picked a good one for her first straight woman. The delighted brunette removed her lips from the disgusted blonde and lay back.

"Happy now?"

"Fantastic," Emma smiled, slapping Blake's ass as she walked over to get dressed. "By the way, I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours... fucking strangers is cool, but nameless strangers? Like Sicky Vicky always says, not cool."

"Fine," Blake muttered as she opened the wardrobe. "Devon."

"Your *real* name."

"Blake," she said, gritting her teeth. "Blake Lively."

"I just bet you are," Emma chuckled as she got up, grabbing her haul. "Emma Roberts. Nice doing business with you, and your secret's safe with me..."

Wishing she could stay to watch Blake get dressed, Emma left the regular way - she would usually have slipped out through the window, but since Blake knew she was there she could have just strolled down the stairs, walked out through the front door and headed for the woods where her clothes were. Thus she was whistling a happy little tune as she walked downstairs... perfect. No harm, no foul, a safe clean getaway, and fucking one of the hottest girls she'd ever met - this was her smoothest job ever.

Except for the two powerful security guards and their Dobermans waiting just outside the door when she opened it.

A split second later, Emma Roberts slammed the door and ran for the side entrance, knowing they'd likely be heading towards the back and mentally cursing that lying blonde ho. Safe passage her frequently cored ass...

Upstairs, Blake Lively heard the sound of plate glass crashing (as Emma leaped through the glass doors on the side without opening them first) and the snarls of the Dobermans pursuing the teenager (who, annoyingly, would escape - but she'd had to abandon her loot for the first and only time in her career). Fondling the phone she'd called the guards with as soon as that dyke robber left, she smiled.

"I told you," she cooed to the absent Emma. "This is for guys only."

* * * * * * * * * *

“So, yeah, I had to break through one of the plate-glass doors on the side of the house, and then SOMEONE,” Emma said, glaring at Blake, “let loose some Dobermans on my tail. I had to run naked through the woods for two hours, and one of the dogs bit my ass! Left a scar and everything!”

“Ooh, can we see?” Grace Park asked hopefully. Everyone ignored her.

“You blackmailed me, you dyke,” Blake said. “You tried to rob my employer-”

“You mean the guy who paid you for sex?” Emma cut in. Blake kept right on ranting.

“I had every right to send security after you,” Blake said. “After all, you molested me.”

“And you sent man-eating monsters after me,” Emma shot back. “I’d say we’re even.”

“Are you two going to be able to work together?” Rhona asked as Emma and Blake looked at each other, neither one looking ready to back down.

“Of course,” Blake said, with a forced air of cheeriness after a moment. “So long as she sleeps in a different room at night.”

“Emma?” Rhona asked, her voice taking on a school-marm-ish tone.

“Don’t really have a choice, do we?” Emma sighed. “I can work with Blondie here, and I won’t even try to slip into her bed at night.”

“Excellent, then let’s go over the plan,” Rhona said, before Blake could start complaining about Emma‘s comment. “Grace, the slides, if you would be so kind.”

“One slide show, coming up,” Grace said, clicking her wireless mouse. The TV screen on the far wall came to life, and the girls all turned to face it.

“This is the San Francisco Union Bank, where the lovely Miss Shay Mitchell has been hiding out,” Grace said as an image of the outside of the bank came up. “The nearest police station is exactly 17 minutes away, and on any given Tuesday, SFUB happens to hold the cash deposits of some 13 local businesses, generally totally something around 15 million dollars in cash.”

“If we can hit the bank before noon, most of that cash won’t yet be in the safe itself,” Shay spoke up. “Though there’s a lot more cash in the safe.”

“Which is why you’ll be taking both.” Rhona said. “Next slide, Grace.”

“Shay’s gone over all the various cameras and the security guards - two guys, neither of them particularly impressive.”

“But they’re both men who are easily distracted by a pretty face,” Rhona said. “Blake, your job will be to distract and disable the guards.”

“I’ll have to wear something low-cut,” Blake said.

“Hope they don’t have any female temps working that day,” Emma grumbled under her breath.

“Grace will be out in the van with Megan,” Rhona continued, shooting nasty looks at the two feuding babes. “When Blake enters the bank, Grace will shut down the security systems, including the cameras. Once Blake has disabled the guards, Roselyn, Jaime, and Emma will enter and help Blake start the hold up.”

“What kind of weapons will we have?” Jaime asked.

“Emma and Blake will have Berretta 9mm pistols, while you and Roselyn will have MP5 submachine guns.”

“Ooh, a personal favorite.”

“Wait a second,” Emma said. “I know Blake will need to keep her gun hidden in whatever slinky seduction dress she’s wearing, but why do I get the pop gun?”

“Because you will have to crack the safe open,” Rhona said. “And you’ll need both hands to do that.”

“So four of us rob a bank, and I’ve gotta crack the safe all by myself?” Emma said, mentally reviewing the photos she’d been looking at earlier. She could do it, but it wouldn’t be easy; the thickness of the door aside, autodial wouldn't be her friend on this one (like the info said, putting in the combo ahead of time would bring in the police). And it didn't just have one lock; it had TWO, and she knew with this model that if they weren't opened at EXACTLY the same time, the safe would stay shut.

“You won’t be quite alone,” Rhona said. “Once you have control of all the customers and tellers, you will take Shay down to the safe room. Shay will act like she’s being forced, but once you’re both out of sight of the rest of the civilians, Shay can assist you in your safe cracking efforts.”

“Good, I’ll need a third hand for a few things,” Emma said. "Especially with two locks. And the door."

“Okay,” Shay replied with a smile towards the teenager. “I’ve done a little bit of safecracking myself - nothing like this, but I’ve got steady hands.”

“You two should spend some time together,” Rhona said. “Learn how each other works before the heist.”

“So, teenie-bopper here cracks the safe, and she and leggy take what they can from inside,” Jaime spoke up. “The rest of us grab what we can of the money out front, and then we hot-foot it to the car?”

“Not exactly,” Rhona said. “There’s one more thing that needs to be done first, and that’s a job I’m intrusting to you, Roselyn.”

“Me?” Roselyn asked.

“There’s an unmarked office that has a security camera over it,” Rhona continued. “When you’re gathering up the hostages, I want you to check that room to make sure no one’s in it.”

“Of course,” Roselyn said. You always made sure there wasn’t anyone hiding with a cellphone, calling the cops.

“While you’re in the office, you will put this USB drive into the computer you’ll find on the desk,” Grace said, holding up a small black thumb drive.

“Why?” Shay asked.

“Let’s just say that computer has information on it, and this drive will allow Grace here to access it,” Rhona said.

“You’re not going to tell the rest of us?” Megan asked.

“No. You seven will split whatever cash you can get out of the bank - and by all means, take however much you possibly can. All I want is for that drive to be inserted into that computer for two minutes. After that, you’re making your own profit.”

“And providing a distraction for your real goal,” Roselyn said.

“I knew you were the brains of this group, Papi,” Rhona said, smiling seductively at the Latina.

“So, after we get the cash, then we get to the car and run for it, right?” Jaime asked.

“No. You’ll have to get past the cops, first,” Rhona said, almost too casually.

“The cops?!” Roselyn, Jaime, Emma, Blake and Shay all exclaimed at once.

“The nearest police station is 17 miles away, but the nearest cop CAR is no more than five - it’s a set patrol,” Grace said.

“I need more than five minutes to crack this safe,” Emma said at once. "Even if I bring some nitro to speed it up it won't help that much."

“Exactly. That’s why you’ll take hostages,” Rhona said. “I have certain… connections within the SFPD that’ll help ease matters a bit, but you’ll need to take a couple of civilians hostage on your way out - Emma, you use Shay as your cover, as that will help maintain her cover.”

“So, wait, all seven of us, plus three hostages and all of nerdy-girl’s computer stuff?” Megan said. “What am I driving, a school bus?”

“A cargo van,” Rhona said. “I’m sorry if that doesn’t live up to your usual expensive tastes.”

“I’m just thinking I might have to outrun the cops,” Megan replied. “Not easy in a cargo van.”

“Again, I have connections that will make that a bit easier,” Rhona reminded them. “But we will require your particular skill with motor vehicles, Megan.”

“Guess I don’t really have a choice,” Megan said.

“None of you do,” Rhona reminded them. “I’ve got information on all of you, and trying to back out now will only get you all killed or worse.”

“And when we’re done with all this, you’ll have even more on us,” Roselyn pointed out.

“What’s that old saying?” Rhona asked. “‘Ain’t life a bitch?’”

“Someone around here certainly is,” Roselyn said defiantly.

“Yes, well, this bitch can have your family killed, so be good, Miss Sanchez,” Rhona said darkly. “The heist happens on Tuesday, which means you have two days. Don’t go far, girls. And if you do, believe me, I’ll know.”

“Gee, Mom, are we not supposed to drink, either?” Megan asked sarcastically.

“Today and tomorrow? Go right ahead - there’s a rather… colorful bar just down the street,” Rhona said. “But no drinking on the day of the heist, or I’ll skin you alive.”

“Right, right - don’t drink and drive the getaway vehicle, Megan,” Fox muttered. “Not like I haven’t heard THAT line before.”

* * * * * * * * * *

The City by the Bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps... the city that Shay Mitchell had decided not to take advantage of right now. She wasn't as familiar with San Francisco as some of her colleagues, and if this job went as well as everyone hoped she wouldn't get much time to know the place better. But Shay wasn't the only member of the group who hadn't gone out in search of wine, woman/man and song; one and only one other member had elected to stay on base.

"Sure you don't want to go out with the others?" Shay asked Emma Roberts as they sat side by side on the sofa.

"Dead sure," laughed Emma. "If I have to spend too much time next to Blake one of us - by which I mean the world's biggest slut - might end up taking a dip off the Golden Gate. Plus I could use a night in."

"Running around naked all the time - I couldn't do your job like you," Miss Mitchell admitted.

"Well, I couldn't do YOURS," Miss Roberts replied with a smile. "Keeping your head down, staying quiet, working in an office... drive me nuts."

"We'll make a good team in the vault." They shook hands, Shay's eyes lighting up on contact.

"So are you up for some Guitar Hero or something? Or whatever you want to do to pass the time... poker? Parcheesi?"

"Parcheesi?! Well, I could think of something," Emma chuckled, as Shay scanned her, really wanting to ask what kind of something she had in mind, but afraid she might get the wrong answer. Ever since Emma had told the departing women that she was just going to chill out around the place Shay had been dancing inside, and she wanted Emma to keep sending that smile her way, the way she had the moment she'd seen the young safecracker (young? Shay was only a few years older than Emma) curled up going over the plans, from the waves of her hair to the legs tucked under her.

"Can I see your hands?"

"Sure," Shay answered, proferring them to Emma. Her fingers were long and slim, and steady as Emma felt them - although inside Shay was shaking as the teenager studied the hands, nodding.

"You said you've done some break-ins?"

"One or two. Pretty simple jobs."

"You've got good hands," Emma said, probing them. "Feel strong, but don't look that way..."

No longer maintaining a professional interest, Emma's hands slowly moved along Shay's wrists and up her arms. The other girl smiled demurely without resisting - not that she would have...

"Is this what you were thinking?"

Emma's eyes did the real answering. "We've got to work together," her mouth said. "If I'm making you nervous, you can just say no."

"I'm not Blake," Shay said quietly.

"I know."

Emma leant in and kissed Shay on the lips. "You taste nice."

"Thank you," she replied, feeling her heart racing. Shay would never, ever, in a million years, have made the first move; until she'd looked in her eyes the idea that this beautiful young girl wanted her too would never have occurred to her. Sighing blissfully, she returned the kiss as Emma moved her hands down, getting the bottom of Shay's shirt and lifting it off her, revealing her bra-covered torso. Her hands finally starting to tremble a little, Shay undid Emma's shirt as her bra was unclipped by the safecracker, and both pairs of breasts were unveiled at the same time.

"Wow," both said together, admiring the other's chest. Shay lowered her head and flicked her tongue over Emma's smallish rack, liking how it felt almost as much as she liked the way Emma's fingers were stroking her own larger chest. Shay wished she was telepathic, then she could ask Emma to start sucking on her jugs...

Emma ran her hands down Shay's warm body, patting her backside. So nice... folding the girl into her arms as Shay continued to taste her breasts, Emma sank back onto the sofa. "Wanna see the scar?"

"What scar...?" Shay murmured.

"The one Grace Park wanted to see. The one on my butt."

"As long as it's not too gross. Not that it would put me off..." Shay added, nuzzling Emma's stomach before rolling off her. Emma was up at once, slipping off her jeans; Shay, undoing her own pants, considered asking her if she always went around without underwear. Then as she finished disrobing she didn't consider anything, studying Emma's pale and interesting butt cheeks; there was definitely a scar on the left one - Emma had been lucky the Doberman hadn't torn out a piece. The little mark ran down about an inch or two, standing out on her skin, and it ruined the rump not at all. No wonder Grace wanted to see.

"It's beautiful," Shay murmured, caressing it.

"The scar?"

"The scar, the ass... your whole body." Shay lightly kissed the scar and moved her tongue along its length, feeling the flesh of Emma's ass before she pressed her face on the cleft. Emma's smile got even wider, along with her eyes, as the quiet young Shay smoothly moved around to the front, her tongue tracing a path as she did. "I always do the front first," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

"I'd mind if you didn't do anything," Emma replied, resting her hands on Shay's head as she arrived at her box; Shay kissed and licked her friend's button and lips eagerly, inhaling and tasting her snatch and going as deep inside as she could while fondling Emma's thighs and ass. Mmmm... it was so sweet and wet; Shay didn't want to stop, and from the way Emma was gripping her head she could tell the feeling was mutual. But duty called; Shay gently removed Emma's hands and movied back behind her.

She slid her tongue inside her back passage and began to eat, her fingers moving around the front and probing Emma's box. Emma moaned softly as she enjoyed Shay's mouth and the way her fingers dipped into her cunt, stroking and probing and revving her up. For someone so quiet, Shay was really working it back there; her mouth was tasting and sucking Emma's rear entrance like it was another pussy. Which was just how Emma liked it; some girls were tentative and half-hearted with their dabbling, but Shay was eager to please. And she was succeeding...

Way too little time later, Shay moved back up around Emma and kissed her, their breasts pressed together and Emma getting an idea of what her ass and cunt tasted like. As Shay embraced Emma, the latter reached inside the bag on the table next to them and rummaged around - she couldn't see what was in there but she knew what she was looking for, and if she could locate stuff in the dark finding what she needed like this would be a piece of cake. When the kiss broke, Emma brandished what she was looking for; her portable friend. Not her cellphone, the other one; the sizeable dildo that had come in hand with targets on more than one occasion.

Eyes and smile widening, Shay slid back and lay down, her legs slightly apart as Emma wielded the happy generator, smiling down at her lover, and made a revolving motion - and almost reconsidered when Shay hesitated.

"It's not that I don't want to," she said nervously. "I mean, I've thought about it. It's just that..."

"You've never had it back there before," Emma finished, nodding sympathetically. "What if I gave you my word it wouldn't hurt much?"

Shay studied the length of the dildo as Emma clicked it; moving silently into action, tiny holes opened on its surface, releasing lotion over it. "Self-lubricating," she explained. "Amazing what technology can do. And if it hurts at all, tell me and it's over right there."

"Well... okay," Shay replied, turning over and presenting Emma with her behind, and causing her to think this should be called the Perfect Ass Collective. Megan, Grace, even (damn her hide) Blake... not a pancake among the lot, and Shay's silken cheeks were no exception. Almost - ALMOST - as nice as her tits.

Not for the first time, Emma regretted the lack of straps - having two hands free to stroke that ass would have been a plus, but when life gives you lemons, and so on. She placed the tip of the dildo on Shay's little starfish, running it around the rim slowly before starting to push it in. Shay gave a little cry out as it entered, and Emma started to pull back.

"No... keep going..."

Emma pushed it forward and back slowly, each time venturing a little deeper inside, rubbing one of Shay's buns with each thrust and listening to her partner's groans. She had to put some effort into each movement, which Emma liked - some sluts she had been with had such gaping holes you could fit a bus inside them lengthways, but Shay's was tighter than her mother's wallet. It was times like this that Emma almost - ALMOST - wished she had a cock so she could really feel herself sliding back and forth inside Shay's asshole...

Shay's groans and gasps increased as she pumped, gradually going deeper and speeding up. The young woman was starting to claw at the cushions, finding herself liking the device boring up her as she started sweating and steaming. She didn't want Emma to stop... she didn't know her butt could feel so good. "Uhhhh.... oh yes Emma... fuck me, Emma Roberts!" she found herself shouting as the safecracker shoved harder, her ass hurting her blissfully. Shay screamed up to the ceiling as her body shoved back against the device and against Emma, who felt the woman shaking as she came with cries of joy.

Emma held the quivering, sweaty Shay as she delicately removed the dildo, and put in into her mouth like a popsicle. This was another thing she liked to do when she took someone's backdoor cherry; as Shay lay there panting and coming down, she couldn't see Emma sucking off the residue of her asshole. But from the contented "Um"s and slurping sounds, she had an idea; and from the free hand caressing her back, Shay had a feeling Emma liked what she was sucking.

"All done," Emma said way too little time later, handing it over to Shay as she gingerly turned over.

"I'm... not sure I'm ready for *that* yet."

"No rush; you can leave that bit out when it's your turn."

"Front or back?" Shay asked, smiling.

"Front. I want to see your eyes... when you're ready."

Emma and Shay embraced, petting each other and waiting for the dusky young woman to recover from her first anal. Shay was right; they'd make a great team in the vault.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Rhona Mitra had claimed the bar down the street was “colorful,” Blake had rather mistakenly believed she meant it was just outside of trendy, some undiscovered little San Francisco gem that any second now would bubble over into the local consciousness and become the hippest, hottest place in town, filled with local celebrities, high rollers, and all the money they brought with them.

Instead, the place was a dive.

Well, to be fair, it had all its lights working, the music in the juke box wasn’t more than 5 years out-of-date, and the regulars didn’t look like their last bath had been in the FIRST Bush administration, so it wasn’t the worst place Blake had ever ducked into to get a drink. But she certainly wasn’t going to get rich on any targets in this place.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Jaime Pressly said, her eyes going wide at the place. “I bet they’ve got dollar draft specials and a condom machine in the ladies room, too.”

“If you think I’m using the ladies room here-” Blake started to say, but Megan Fox just brushed past her on her way in, catching the Blonde’s arm and dragging her inside.

“Come on, Legs McBlondie,” Jaime said, helping Megan drag Blake in. “It’s come drink with us, or go back to the hideout and have a really awkward night with the teenager who took your cherry.”

“That’s not funny-” Blake started to protest, but by then she was down the three steps and into the bar, which smelled faintly of stale beer and watermelon, for some strange reason.

“Or you could go with Roselyn and Grace - I think they were going to look for a gay bar or something.”

“In San Francisco? That’ll take all of ten seconds,” Jaime snorted.

“Actually, I think Grace was going to try and find an internet connection away from Rhona’s stuff, and Roselyn was going to call home or something,” Blake said as Jaime sat the three women down at the bar. Despite the hour, the place wasn’t exactly hopping.

“Ladies,” the bartender nodded towards them. He was a man in his mid-to-late thirties, clearly a bit of a muscle freak, as his tight black t-shirt clung to his biceps. He looked both too old and too young to be tending bar in a place like this, and Blake found herself wondering, if just for a moment, if he owned the place or just worked here. “What can I get you?” he asked.

“Beer me,” Jaime said.

“Ditto,” Megan added.

“And you?” the bartender asked Blake.

“Uh, how’s the wine selection?”

“Boxed,” the bartender said, straight-faced.

“Oh,” Blake replied. “Uh, I guess I’ll have a rum and coke then.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, heading down the bar and leaving the girls alone for a moment.

“What’s the matter, you too good for beer?” Jaime asked.

“Never really got a taste for it. Too sour, and it doesn’t get the job done fast enough,” Blake said, reaching into her purse for her mirror.

“Too sour? What the fuck beer have you been drinking?” Jaime asked.

“Lay off,” Megan warned.

“Or what, Tatts?” Jaime asked. “You going to defend Legs McBlondie’s honor?”

“No, but I won’t help you get laid tonight,” Megan shot back.

“Whoa, whoa - who says I need help getting laid?” Jaime demanded as their drinks arrived.

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“When I was in Chicago, right before I got the call for this gig,” Jaime said.

“And let me guess, the guy totally wanted to bang you?”

“He did,” Jaime said. “He got all hot and bothered when I tied him and his wife to that bed and I-”

“Wait, you tied him AND his wife to his bed?” Blake asked, nearly spitting out her drink in the process.

“Well, yeah - I was robbing the place at the time.”

“Wait, wait - did this guy REALLY want to fuck you?” Megan asked.

“Well, he did. And then his wife totally creamed herself over me, too,” Jaime said nonchalantly.

“So, wait, you’re into girls?” Blake asked, feeling even more confused.

“Nah, not really,” Jaime said. “I mean, yeah, I’ll finger a few girls here and there, to get them to give up the goods. Or, you know, when there isn’t a good cock around. Or if she’s got expensive looking clit jewelry. Or-”

“Okay, Overshare!” Blake said quickly.

“I think my point stands,” Megan said. “You need help getting laid without forcing yourself on a guy - or a girl.”

“Oh, like you do much better?” Jaime asked.

“I do alright,” Megan said, taking a long pull on her beer. “Never had to force a guy, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe I like forcing guys,” Jaime said.

“Maybe you do,” Megan agreed. “But can you get a guy without forcing him?”

“I’m sure I can,” Jaime said confidently. “That’s if there was a cock in this entire place worth banging.” Blake saw the older blonde scowl as both she and Megan scanned the room. The bar was a collection of overweight losers, biker wannabes, not-quite-as-closeted-as-they-think-they-are gays, and married men looking to get away from their wives. It wasn’t the most promising of selections, Blake had to admit.

“Okay, if this doesn’t improve by our next drink, I’m going to start daring you two to pick up losers,” Megan said with a sigh, taking a long pull on her beer.

“Fuck that, I’ll tap your ass before I take a bet on fucking some of the guys in here,” Jaime snorted.

“Don’t tempt me,” Megan said. “I see a guy in the corner who’s gotta weigh over 300 with your name all over him.”

“Fuck off, Tatts. I’ll go find a guy on the street,” Jaime shot back.

Blake rolled her eyes. These two clearly weren’t the brains of the operation. “You two are incorrigible,” she muttered, glancing around the bar one more time. With that she smiled, undid two buttons on her blouse, and hiked up her skirt a bit more. “Make yourselves pretty and come with me.” With that, Blake hopped off her stool and started walking towards the far end of the room.

There were five of them, all in business casual, their ties either severely loosened or discarded altogether. They were no doubt in town for a business meeting or a convention or something, and were clearly trying their best to blow off some steam with a game of pool in a dive joint like this. Blake had already seen all five of them check out the ass of a passing waitress, so San Francisco’s dubious reputation for homosexuality wouldn’t be an issue, and judging by the number of empties the waitress had taken away from them, Blake wouldn’t have to work TOO hard.

“Hello,” Blake said, trying to sound as innocent and charming as she could as she approached the men.

“Hello!” two of them said at once, their eyes locked on the cleavage spilling out of Blake’s blouse.

“My name’s Serena, and these are my friends Mikaela and Joy,” she said, pointing to Megan and Jaime in that order. “We’re in town for a couple of days, and we were hoping to find someone who’d show us a good time. Are you boys locals?”

“Uh, no, we’re in town for the Regional Sales Convention,” one the guys said, which quickly earned him a slap to the back of head from one of his companions.

“Oh, too bad,” Blake said. “Joy, Mikaela, what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Megan said. “Can you guys still show a couple of girls a good time?”

“I think we can,” one of the guys said. “Have any of you ever played pool?”

“A little,” Blake said. “But I’m not very good.”

“We’ll teach you,” a third guy said, handing her the cue while two of the others rushed to re-rack the balls.

“Well, good. I’m sure I need lessons,” Blake said, bending over the table until her back was parallel with the table, her ass sticking out well behind her and distracting anyone on that side of the table - anyone in the front would be distracted by her tits practically falling out onto the table as she lined up her shot.

Ten minutes later, Blake had run the table and won 80 bucks from the guys. Twenty minutes after that, all three girls were being ushered into a hotel room a couple of blocks away, three VERY eager boys more than ready to get into their panties.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Mmmm… I think I’ve got a craving for brunette tonight.”

“Say what?” Roselyn Sanchez ask as she and Grace Park stopped in the doorway to The G-String, an all-too-trendy lesbian bar that was trying hard to be as loud and colorful as possible while milking every woman in the place for drinks. Not wanting to spend any more time with Jaime, Roselyn had happily agreed to go searching for a more Gay-friendly place. In San Francisco, it shouldn’t have taken long, but they’d already skipped past three joints that were decidedly Gay MEN only.

“Why is it that gay tolerance only extends to men?” Roselyn smiled, hearing her beloved’s voice in her mind. Nothing pissed Alicia Keys off more than the rapidly increasing gender divide in Gay Rights. Alicia could rant for hours on how Gay Men were becoming third class citizens in the country, while lesbians were rapidly being shoved down to fourth or even fifth-class. Of course, Alicia had written her College Thesis on how Lesbians were ignored in media outside of porn.

Roselyn would’ve agreed with Alicia more, but every time Alicia got worked up on the subject, and her nose started to scrunch up, Roselyn got turned on something awful, and they ended up fucking for a couple of hours.

A pair of gorgeous black women wearing little more than bras and panties walked past Roselyn, making the Latina’s blood boil just a little bit more.

“Oh, fantastic - this place has WiFi,” Grace said, her eyes swapping between her smart phone and the lovely ladies that crowded the joint.

“Can I help you two?”

Roselyn and Grace turned around to see a short, petite brunette wearing a nearly see-through shirt, sans bra, standing behind them, holding an empty serving tray and cl

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:15:41 AM

Roselyn and Grace turned around to see a short, petite brunette wearing a nearly see-through shirt, sans bra, standing behind them, holding an empty serving tray and clearly running her eyes hungrily up and down the two new arrivals.

“You work here?” Roselyn asked. The girl didn’t look much over 20 years old, but had the eyes of a far older soul - one who knew all sorts of dirty things she could do with a pair of hot lesbians like Roselyn and Grace.

“Yes ma’am,” the girl said, eyeing Roselyn’s tits openly. “My name is Alessandra. Alessandra Torresani, and for you two, the first round is on me.”

“Ooh, fun,” Grace said as Alessandra lead them into the press of hot, half-naked bodies towards a booth. Grace’s eyes were locked on Alessanra’s ass - which was hugged by her skirt tight enough to be a second skin. Soon the two criminals were seated, their sexy waitress gone off into the crowd to fetch their drinks.

“So, you wanna flip for her?” Grace asked, her eyes locked on her phone.

“What?”

“The hot waitress?” Grace said, not looking up. “I think she likes you more than me, so if you want her, go for it. But if not, I’m totally getting into those panties.”

“You go ahead,” Roselyn said with a sigh. “I’m in a committed relationship.”

“You sure?” Grace said.

“I’m sure,” Roselyn said, looking about the place again. “Say, can I borrow your phone?”

“Sure, what for?” Grace asked, still not looking up from the device.

“To make a phone call?”

“Really? People still make phone calls?” That actually got Grace to look up at Roselyn.

“Of course they do. That’s why they call them phones.”

“I do most of my communicating through text message,” Grace said, handing over the phone. “Here you go, talk all you want - it’s hacked, so the bill doesn’t go to me anyway. Just don’t be surprised if I’m putting the moves on our hot waitress by the time you get back.”

“Good luck to you then,” Roselyn said, taking the phone and looking for the nearest quiet corner.

* * * * * * * * * *

Megan Fox didn’t know which of the boys’ hotel room this was, but she already wished it belonged to someone else - or that they’d at least brought a third bed with them. The room barely held the two twin beds, a small desk, and a loveseat that was covered with his suitcase and at least a day’s worth of dirty clothes. And now all three couples were sliding into this same room, intent on using it for their own sexual needs, and Megan was quite certain she wasn’t going to get one of the beds.

For one thing, Jaime practically pushed the sandy-haired man she’d chosen onto the nearest bed, where she began to rip his pants off, literally breaking his zipper in the process. The older blonde was clearly in need, and intended to use the poor boy for her own needs. He seemed eager, his cock tenting the boxers Jaime shredded with her bare hands next, but Megan had a feeling he wouldn’t be enough for Jaime tonight.

Blake’s boy, on the other hand, seemed almost too much of a perfect gentleman, cupping her long blonde locks in one of his hands as he gently lowered her to the other bed, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as his free hand began to run up Blake’s leg. Megan suspected the blonde was playing the ingénue for her toy for the night - she certainly hadn’t seemed as innocent earlier in the day, when she’d been complaining about what Emma Roberts had done to her. But she was totally letting her boy control the action, all the way to seeming shy and hesitant when he pulled her panties down off her legs from under her skirt.

Megan turned back to the handsome, dark-haired boy she’d chosen from the travelers they’d met at the bar, who was feverishly clearing the crap off the love seat. Megan sighed to herself, realizing that her last sex had taken place on a couch, too - of course, Rhona Mitra had come along to ruin that particular event, and Megan wouldn’t be that surprised if the sexy mastermind managed to ruin this one, too.

Still, there weren’t a lot of other options, and from the way the others in the room were shedding their clothes and getting all hot and nasty, Megan could either fuck on the couch or the floor, and the couch had some cushions on it at the very least.

“You are so hot,” Megan’s boy said, turning to face her. “You are so, so hot.”

“Okay, you can shut up and get naked now,” Megan told him, sliding out of her leather jacket. She didn’t have much on underneath, just a leather bustier that shoved her already impressive breasts out far enough to draw every man’s eyes, and leather pants that clung to her legs and ass like the second skin Megan often thought they were. Getting out of the bustier wasn’t a problem, as Megan could just reach for the zipper under her left arm. The pants were a bit more of a challenge since they clung so tightly to her, but she usually managed without too much trouble.

Of course, in the time it took Megan to undo the zipper on her bustier, her companion for the evening had shed his shirt and pants, and was tenting his boxers in a not-unappealing way. With her tits swinging free, happy to feel the cool air upon her skin, Megan dropped to her knees in front of the boy - what WAS his name? - and started fishing around for his still-hidden cock.

“Mmmm, someone’s excited,” Megan said, finding his throbbing member right away - it was hard to hide something that big inside boxers anyway, but still, boys liked to hear that kind of thing. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”

“Oh yeah,” Megan’s boy said, clearly enjoying the sensation of Megan’s hands upon his shaft.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait. I’m going to have to taste this,” Megan said, going through some of the lines she used on boys all the time. She yanked his boxers down enough to expose his shaft, and almost immediately wrapped her lips around it.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:18:13 AM

As Megan began to feast upon her boy’s cock, she could hear the other girls behind her, starting to go at it with their companions. Or rather, she could hear Jaime, anyway. The bossy older blonde was ordering her man around like he was a slave or something - which, knowing Jaime even as little as Megan did, wasn’t all that surprising.

“On you knees, boy,” Jaime demanded. “Let’s see if you can eat pussy like a good little slut, or if I’m going to have to teach you.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay,” Megan heard the guy said, but Jaime snapped at him.

“NOW!” There was a small thump as the guy hit the ground, and Megan thought she heard him gasp in pain, no doubt as Jaime grabbed his hair and shoved his face between her legs. Oddly enough, the guy Megan was sucking on seemed to react to that, growing harder in Megan’s mouth. Indeed, his hands came down to gently hold Megan’s head and guide her back and forth upon his shaft, perhaps in time with whatever Jaime was doing.

Megan tried not to think about that and instead focused on the warm, hard meat between her lips. It wasn’t easy, as even with Jaime’s voice dropping into a series of semi-satisfied grunts, Blake’s voice started to filter into Megan’s ears.

“Wow, you are SO big,” Megan heard Blake say, in a soft but impressed voice that Megan was certain was a fake. Blake was an expert seductress, and she was laying it on thick for the guy she was with.

“Mmmm…” Blake moaned. “Oh, baby, I can’t wait to feel this inside me. Just - just be gentle, okay?

“Why - it’s not your first time, is it?” the guy responded, almost making Megan laugh aloud - she probably would have if she didn’t have a cock in her mouth.

“No, baby, but it’s been a while,” Blake said reassuringly. “Just go slow and I’ll let you know what to do.”

The room degenerated into a series of grunts and groans for a while, and Megan was able to work her attention back onto the throbbing meat between her mouth. Usually, Megan enjoyed sucking on a guy’s cock. There was nothing more primal, more personal, more base than taking a man’s most personal part of his body and lathering it with attention by way of her mouth.

But right now, with the sounds of more impressive sex going on behind her, she needed to feel her own private areas receiving some attention. It wasn’t the feel of the man’s cock between her lips that was making her wet, it was the moans and groans from Jaime and Blake behind her. And Megan wanted to get in on the moaning action herself.

Without warning, Megan pulled off the guy’s cock and stood up, glancing over her shoulder at the other two girls. The image of Jaime sitting on her bed, legs spread wide while she shoved her boy’s head into her crotch, and with Blake naked on her bed, her legs wrapped around the back of her companion for the evening, taking all of him inside her slowly while her ample tits jiggled with each thrust was almost more than Megan could take. She needed a cock in her, and she needed it in her now.

But she wanted to watch the other girls get fucked, too.

With a shove, Megan pushed the guy onto the loveseat, his eyes going wide in surprise as he fell. By the time he’d landed, Megan was already shucking her leather pants and the small thong she wore underneath.

“Whoa, nice-” was all the guy managed to eek out before Megan spun around and practically fell into his lap. She beat him back against the back of the seat with her butt, and reached between her legs, easily finding his hard shaft, still wet from her mouth work just moments ago. With practiced ease, Megan impaled herself upon his cock, and sank almost all the way down upon it in one swift, sure move.

The sensation of hot meat sliding between her wet folds was just what Megan needed, and she actually purred a bit as she leveled off. For a moment, she could do nothing but sit there, throbbing cock within her, eyes shut as she reveled in the pleasure that one single insertion had given her.

Then Jaime started yelling, and Megan had to open her eyes to see what was going on.

“God, you’re worthless as a pussy eater!” She said, physically throwing her guy away from her crotch. He landed on his ass, looking up at her with a face filled with girl cum and confusion. “I’ve had horses lick my cunt better than you, boy!” Jaime snarled, getting up on her knees on the bed.

“Horses?” Blake and Megan said at the same time. Jaime ignored them, though all four other people in the room were now watching the older blonde, even while they continued to have their own sexual encounters.

“Get your cock on this bed, now, boy, before I decide to chop it off and steal one of the other studs in this room,” Jaime said, clearly upset, even though the copious amount of pussy juice coating her crotch and inner thighs might argue how much she’d enjoyed her partner’s efforts.

The boy knew what was best for him, and rushed to get on the bed, his cock bobbing as he got next to Jaime. Jaime ran her hands down his semi-chiseled chest once, then shoved him onto his back. He bounced once on the bed, and then Jaime was atop him, impaling herself on his rock-hard shaft. Just jumping atop him seemed to knock the breath out of Jaime’s boy toy, and never really got a chance to recover, as Jaime started to ride him like a champion bull rider.

“Yeah, baby, there you go!” Jaime shouted. “Finally giving me something to feel!”

“Holy shit,” Megan’s boy muttered.

“Shut up and fuck me harder,” Megan hissed back at him, glancing over at Blake on the closer bed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:19:48 AM

Blake still lay entangled with her boy, though her eyes were locked on what Jaime and her lover were doing. The younger blonde might have had some problems with lesbian sex, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind watching a woman dominate a man. Blake’s boy was watching the other bed, too, and he seemed to be try to match his thrusts to Jaime’s movements. Megan wondered how Blake felt about that.

Megan wondered if Blake even noticed, her eyes locked on Jaime’s every move.

Megan’s boy must have fallen under Jaime’s spell, too, because Megan felt him shift behind her, and then he, too, started to thrust in time with Jaime’s humping. He reared back as Jaime did, and shoved forward as Jaime came down upon her boy’s cock. It took Megan a second or two to get use to the new pattern, but she didn’t mind.

Now it was almost like Jaime was fucking Megan - at least, if she let herself imagine it.

“God, boy, you ain’t keeping up, are you?!” Jaime shouted down at her boy. “Do I need to get my strap-on and show you how a REAL man fucks?”

“N-no!” the guy said, clearly alarmed at the thought. Blake didn’t look much happier about the idea, but Megan felt herself get even wetter at the thought of Jaime strapping one on and having her way with everyone in the room. Just imaging that made Megan’s knees weak, and she stumbled forward.

She landed with a bounce upon Blake’s bed, her elbow just missing the Blonde’s head. “Hey!” Blake shouted in surprise, her eyes finally tearing away from Jaime.

“Sorry,” Megan said, trying to get up. But her boy was faster than she was, and practically landed atop her, his cock finding Megan’s ass and sliding inside with ease.

“Oh, FUCK!” Megan gasped as his throbbing member penetrated her backdoor, sliding a good third of the way in before Megan’s natural tightness finally stopped the girmcum lubricated prick.

“Sorry, wrong hole,” he said, pulling out.

“No, RIGHT hole!” Megan shouted. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!” she insisted, actually drawing Jaime’s attention from her poor boy. It clearly took a moment for Megan’s fuck buddy to catch on, as he hesitated, as if not believing what Megan had just told him. His cock was still pressed into Megan’s back door, and the tattooed getaway driver decided to take maters into her own hands, so to speak, and shoved herself back upon his prick. Both of the cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but the boy got the message, and started fucking Megan’s tight little asshole.

“Now see that?” Jaime said, slapping her boy’s face. “THAT is how you please a woman!” She started pounding away at his crotch, her eyes locked on Megan. Blake’s attention was swapped now, too, and she had a much closer view of Megan’s face as the pleasure shooting through Megan’s body began to register in earnest upon her face. The harder the guy fucking Megan’s ass pounded, the more Megan’s lips pursed, the more her eyes fluttered, the more her breath brushed against Blake’s forehead.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:21:13 AM

Megan was barely aware of the effect she was having on the other girls in the room. Every thrust of cock into her ass was like ringing a bell in Megan’s head, and each ring marked her orgasm racing closer and closer. “Harder!” she gasped, and her boy responded at once, now driving his entire shaft in and out of Megan like a man possessed.

“Yes, harder!” Megan vaguely heard Blake say, and the bed started shaking as Blake’s guy started to mimic Megan’s fucktoy, thrust for thrust. Megan glanced over at Blake’s face, and was surprised to see the Blonde staring back at her, an impressive “o” forming out of her lips. Something about seeing that on Blake’s face made Megan even hotter, and she tried to crane her neck out to kiss the blonde, but was pulled back as her boy redoubled his grip upon her waist and started slamming her harder and harder.

Megan’s orgasm was building faster and faster now, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Her ass was on fire, but it was the kind of fire she craved - that pleasure that was so close to pain it was exhilarating, like driving too fast down a crowded highway, the cops nipping at her heels. It was the good kind of sexy pain she felt when a lover slapped her face before licking her cunt, or pulled her hair hard to get her to deep-throat a cock. Megan could give out that pain as good as she got, but she didn’t care right now. She just wanted to cum, and cum hard.

“Fuck that bitch! Fuck her hard!” Megan heard Jaime practically screaming from across the room. The bossy blonde was still riding her boy like an old Harley on a particularly rough road, gripping and pulling on her own nipples, but she was watching Megan get it from behind. Blake was doing the same from where she lay, so close but just out of reach, clearly about to break through her own climax, too.

And then Megan just lost control, her orgasm blasting through what few defenses she had left. Her entire body seemed to just drop out from under her, sending her spiraling down into sexual bliss. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head until all she could see was images of Blake and Jaime’s faces.

Megan had a funny feeling she was going to have a craving for blondes for a while after this.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Popi! I didn’t expect to hear from you!” Roselyn Sanchez nearly shed a tear as she heard the sound of Alicia Keys voice through her borrowed phone. “You just missed Joshua - he was up for another feeding, but is back down now.”

“Don’t wake him - you should be sleeping, too,” Roselyn said. She was standing in the back alley behind The G-String, unable to find even a moderately quiet corner to make a phone call inside. She hoped Grace didn’t need her phone back soon, because now that she head Alicia’s voice, Roselyn wasn’t so sure she could hang up.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:22:33 AM

“You know I don’t sleep well without you, Popi,” Alicia replied. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. This is going to take a few more days to complete, but I’ll come home to you as soon as I can. To both of you.”

“Where are you?”

“Outside some lesbian bar in San Francisco,” Roselyn said. She figured if Grace had thought this phone safe enough to text from, she could probably talk to her beloved from. Though knowing Rhona Mitra, the phone was probably tapped on Alicia’s side. Still, she wasn’t telling Alicia what they were doing, and Rhona hadn’t said they couldn’t call home anyway.

“A lesbian bar? Are you so lonely you’d go to someone else to slate your thirsts, Popi?” Alicia asked, teasing Roselyn even if there was a kernel of jealousy in there somewhere.

“Hardly. I was barely inside long enough to get a table with one of my… co-workers.”

“Let me guess - all women again?” Alicia asked in that same tone.

“Aye, Alicia, all women - though at least one of them is straight.”

“Is she now? Well, don’t take that as a challenge for Mistress Delgado, Popi. I may let you get away with murder, but turning some other straight girl into your love slave is off the list.”

“If Mistress Delgado takes a new student, Miss Sykes, it is NOT your place to object,” Roselyn said, her voice a mix of playfulness, authority, and that inherent sultriness that came with her accent anyway. “But don’t you worry, she’s not my type.”

“She has a penis then?” Alicia joked.

“No, tall, blonde, leggy, utterly gorgeous,” Roselyn said. “Nothing I like at all.”

“You liar,” Alicia laughed. “I bet you’re thinking about getting between her legs as we speak.”

“Only because your legs aren’t here for me to get between, my love,” Roselyn said, leaning against the brick of the building. The rough surface against her back did little to dissuade her from thinking of the softness of Alicia’s skin. “I wish I could taste your juices right now, my love.”

“Mmmm, careful there, Popi, or I may have to start touching myself while you say things like that to me.”

Roselyn groaned aloud. She’d often had Alicia masturbate in front of her, and the sight never failed to turn Roselyn on something fierce. Now, just by saying that, Alicia had sent a hundred images of her masturbatory efforts flooding out of Roselyn’s memory, and it was all the gorgeous Puerto Rican could do not to slam her own fingers between her legs.

“Mmmm, do not tempt me, mi hermosa flor,” Roselyn pleaded quietly into the phone. She didn’t mean that at all -she wanted - NEEDED - Alicia to tease her over the phone. There was some commotion at the end of the alley as two girls came giggling out of the bar’s back entrance, but Roselyn ignored them. “I do not need to hear how your fingers and tracing circles around your sopping wet clit.”

“Oh, they aren’t doing that at all, Popi,” Alicia assured her. “My tiny pink panties are blocking them from doing that.”

“Oh, you bad girl - you know I don’t like you to wear panties to bed.”

“Mmmm, yes I’m a bad little girl who wishes her Mistress was here to spank her good for breaking all the rules.”

“All the rules?” Roselyn asked, noticing out of the corner of her eye that the two girls were quickly stripping each other right there in the alley, completely ignoring Roselyn or the security camera above the door.

“Well, maybe not ALL of them,” Alicia said. “I haven’t eaten all the strawberries we got before you left.”

“You might as well,” Roselyn said, edging closer to the two girls, both of who were now topless, one of them sucking on the other’s impressive tits. Roselyn could only make them out in silhouette, but they were a sight to behold. “They’ll go bad before I get home at this rate.”

“Too bad,” Alicia said. “I wanted to make you strawberry shortcake, and use it to cover my tits.”

“What did I tell you about not tempting me,” Roselyn said.

“Is something going on there?”

“Yes, I’m no longer alone in this alley - two girls are having sex right here in front of me.”

“That’s San Francisco for you,” Alicia said with an almost audible roll of her eyes. “I guess you’re just lucky it’s not two dudes.”

“Is that-” Roselyn whispered, edging closer to the two girls. One of them looked familiar in profile. In fact, both of them did, the closer Roselyn got.

“You know them?” Alicia asked.

Roselyn did, and when she realized it, she almost laughed aloud. On her knees, sucking on sexy Alessandra Torresani’s surprisingly ample tit-flesh was none other than Grace Park.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:23:50 AM

“Oh, I know them,” Roselyn said with a chuckle. “Well, one them. She’s one of my partners now.”

“And she eats pussy?” Alicia asked, a questioning tone in her voice. “Should I be worried, Popi?”

“Never, my love,” Roselyn said, eyes locked on Grace’s head bobbing between Alessandra’s legs like crazy.

“Good,” Alicia said. “Then do me a favor.”

“Anything,” Roselyn said, turning her back to Grace’s conquest of the sexy waitress. If Alicia wanted her to leave, she would, no questions asked. Roselyn might have played the dominatrix in their games, but they both knew her heart belonged to Alicia.

“Tell me what they’re doing to each other, Popi,” Alicia said, surprising Roselyn. “Describe to me what your sexy little friend is doing to her little waitress.”

Roselyn stopped dead, and slowly turned back towards Grace and Alessandra. “Why, my dear Alicia, are you not wearing pants right now?” Roselyn asked, a touch of humor in her voice.

“Mmmm, no Popi - I took them off the minute you called, because I’m so hot and wet,” Alicia said. “I was hoping you would help me out with some sweet nothings in my ear.”

“If you want sweet nothings, I can go somewhere else, love,” Roselyn said. “I don’t need to tell you how my friend Grace is sliding her finger into Alessandra’s sopping wet pussy while she licks her clit.”

“Mmmm, forget the sweet nothings. This is so much better. Give me the play-by-plays, Popi. And if you have to touch yourself along the way…” Alicia’s voice trailed off into a moan, and Roselyn could see her lover’s face contorting with pleasure in her mind’s eye.

“Mmmm,” Roselyn moaned, feeling her crotch practically drip at Alicia’s tone. “Alright,” she said slowly. “Well, right now Grace is on her knees, sucking at Alessandra’s kitty like crazy. I think she might have a finger slid upside her pussy, too.”

“You mean like how I have one slid up mine?” Alicia asked playfully, though Roselyn knew she was telling the truth.

“Exactly like that.”

“Oooh, Popi, tell me more!”

Roselyn looked over at the two other girls, who were now trading places, Grace standing up, with Alessandra dropping to her knees. The feisty little waitress wasted no time getting at Grace’s snatch, penetrating her with three fingers - Roselyn suspected they only slid in so quickly because Grace was already dripping wet.

“The waitress, she’s now licking my friend’s pussy. From the way my friend’s face is lighting up, I can tell she’s doing a fantastic job.”

“MMmmm, Oh, Popi, I wish you were here to lick my pussy like that,” Alicia moaned through the phone.

“Me too, my love, me too,” Roselyn sighed. “Now the waitress is - oh my! She’s sticking a finger up my friend’s butt!”

“Oooh, that’s so dirty! Right there in the alley?”

“I’m watching it happen,” Roselyn said, feeling her juices starting to drip down the inside of her legs. Watching as Alessandra used two hands to pump her fingers in and out of both Grace’s pussy and ass, all while licking the hot Asian’s clit, was enough to drive even the straightest girl gay, and Roselyn was already there.

“Are you touching yourself, Popi?” Alicia asked.

“No,” Roselyn replied, her eyes locked on the two girls down the alley.

“Touch yourself. For me, Popi. Touch yourself, and make yourself feel good.”

“Oooh, Alicia,” Roselyn moaned, her hand sinking past the waistband of her skirt and rubbing her monds through her silky panties.

“No no, watch them,” Alicia demanded. “Tell me what they’re doing, and what you’re doing to yourself.” Alicia’s voice was husky and demanding, and Roselyn could just imagine her beloved’s fingers working over her pussy at a fevered pace.

Grace was grabbing her own breasts through her shirt, writhing against the wall as Alessandra pumped both of Grace’s holes like a machine. The computer hacker clearly approved, her mouth in an open O shape, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers gripping at the fabric of her top like she was going to rip it open to get at her own breasts. As Roselyn described the scene to Alicia, she could hear her beloved on the other end, her breath growing increasingly ragged and desperate. Roselyn could see Alicia’s fingers flying over her clit, driving the mocha-skined beauty to higher and higher states of arousal.

That thought, along with the images of Alessandra and Grace before her were enough to drive Roselyn to stroke her own clit faster and faster, too. Her pulse was racing, and a part a part of her - the part that lusted after all sexy women - wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes, race over to the two girls, and get between them, demanding they play with her body until she came again and again. But the part of her the loved and cherished Alicia still held control over Roselyn’s feet, and she didn’t move, save to spread her legs a bit wider, giving herself more access to her own dripping wet slit.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:30:02 AM

Grace was moaning loudly now, loud enough that Roselyn was beginning to wonder if people inside the bar could hear her. Alessandra didn’t seem to worry, so intent was she on sucking on Grace’s clit while finger banging both of the computer hacker’s holes like mad.

“I can hear your friend, Popi,” Alicia moaned over the phone. “I can hear her crying out in passion, but I can’t hear YOU.”

“I don’t want to be heard,” Roselyn said, her voice cracking with desire.

“Moan for me, Popi. Let me hear how hot you are.”

“Gaaahhhh,” Roselyn groaned, the heat between her legs literally dripping out over her fingers. She was fairly certain Grace’s cries of passion would drown her out, but she still felt like she could be discovered at any moment.

And somehow, that made it a little more exciting.

“I wish you were here, Alicia,” Roselyn whispered into her phone. “I wish it was your fingers on me.”

“They are, Popi,” Alicia said. “Your fingers are mine. And they’re going to make you cum!”

“OH! OHHH! OHHHHH!! OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” Roselyn gasped aloud as orgasm over took her, rattling around in her brain back and forth like a pinball. Her long, luscious legs almost gave out, and she had to lean back against the wall of the alley to keep from collapsing to the ground.

She might have worried that her cries of passion had been too loud, but down the alleyway, Grace and Alessandra were both cumming as well, their half-naked bodies laying about on the ground in a mess of tangled limbs and hair that was somehow both enticing and alarming at the same time.

Roselyn didn’t really care. She’d gotten off, which helped, but she was still more homesick than anything. The sooner this job was over, the better.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ashley Benson liked to boast that she could have a man any time she wanted. This was true, mainly because she was always willing to pay for them.

Like the naked fellow who was on his knees before her, her dress around her legs and his face between them, licking her blonde snatch out and roaming his hands up and down her relatively clothed body (Ashley liked to have the man undressed first, and the customer was always right). His tongue probed and flicked inside her box, tasting her and spurring her on to joy the way only a professional could; Ashley dug her hands into his shoulders and shook against the wall, feeling the day melt away down her body and out of her pussy into this beautiful man's mouth. She begged him to keep going and make her come right there...

Her latest houseguest soon had her pinned to the bed in her house. By now Ashley too was nude, her legs up in the air and kicking as she bucked underneath him, knowing he liked watching her breasts jiggling (she figured the guy deserved a little tip for his trouble). Under normal circumstances, nine inches of cock thrusting in and out of her would have been enough to get her mind off the day - but these weren't normal circumstances; she was thinking about a girl. A tiny blonde girl. A tiny blonde girl who she'd have to smile cordially next to tomorrow evening.

She had tried not to think about her, but as anyone who saw "Inception" (and anyone who hadn't) could have told her the more you try not to think about something, the harder it is not to. So while Ashley saw a tall, handsome, muscular Brazilian man rhythmically pumping her with her actual eyes, in her mind's eye she saw Hayden Motherfucking Panettiere stealing her limelight...

Groaning at how great he felt, Ashley started to yell as she was pounded into the mattress; she was good enough at sex to not let on that she was going through the motions, and the boy would be getting his (financial) tip for sure, but she was looking forward to doing to Hayden Panettiere what the boy was doing to her. It might not be that first day, but it would happen. And then Hayden would be the one who wouldn't love it...

* * * * * * * * * *

"I love it..." Hayden groaned.

"Two minds with but a single thought," Troian replied, her gel-covered hands lathering Hayden's breasts as the blonde returned the favour, the warm shower water cascading over both of them. They didn't do this every day - just on special occasions, like on birthdays. Or when they really wanted to.

"This really helps," Hayden added, massaging Troian's rack and watching her nipples standing out before stretching up to give the freshly-cleaned breasts a kiss. Man, her jugs were *beautiful*... "I'm still a little freaked out about tonight."

"Think about the crew naked," Troian suggested, rubbing the soap substitute into Hayden's sides.

"You HAVE seen the crew, right?"

"Okay, think about *me* naked..."

"What, you want me to come live on air?" Hayden had managed to finish rubbing down Troian's front first because while she was smaller, Troian was going slower as if she wanted to take her time moving over the blonde. Gazing down to look at the way the water was dripping down from the brunette's squeeze box, Hayden's eyes became dreamy.

"I've got to do the other side," she reminded the brunette, who found herself wishing she hadn't already done Hayden's ass already. Turning over, Troian spread her cheeks to make it easier for the girl; Hayden was soon squeezing the shower gel all around, slathering it up and working it inside her girlfriend's ass. Hayden sent it in deep, probing her lubed fingers in as far as she could, a smile spreading wider on her face.

Troian didn't need to be asked twice; she bent herself forward, opening her back entrance wider for her beloved. Hayden scanned the stall as she fondled Troian's round, tight tush, looking for something to use... problem: everything was too big, or in the case of the toothbrushes too small (she cursed the fact that they didn't have any electric ones - the handles would have been just right). There was only one thing for it; she covered her left hand with the gel, and squeezed it into as small a fist as she could. Resting her right hand on Troian's back, she put the fist against the brunette's rear entrance and slowly twisted. Very slowly.

Just as slowly as Troian's mouth started to open as she felt Hayden's hand gradually, carefully working into her anus. Suddenly she was glad that it was still about 4 in the morning; this was going to be a while. Troian gasped and groaned as the blonde's hand slid slowly into her, filling her back door and going almost imperceptibly from side to side; this was the first time she had had this happen to her (she'd seen it, but she had always figured it would be some kind of really butch woman to try it on her, not a bubbly little blonde flirt like Hayden...).

With the hand inside her up to the wrist, Hayden delicately moved it back and forth, slowly and lovingly trying it get as far as up Troian as she could; truth be told, both women were impressed Miss Panettiere had made it this far up. Hayden moved her other hand along Troian's back and down her side, over her stomach and between her legs, through the soft silk of her box. Moaning with satisfaction, Hayden began to fondle Troian's pussy as she continued coring her.

Troian pressed harder against the tiles as if she was being searched by the kindest, horniest cop on the planet, one whose fingers were rolling her surprisingly fat lovebutton and slipping between her pussy lips, almost doing as good a job of frigging her as she herself did. Hayden's other hand had developed a definite rhythm now that her asshole had stretched enough to accomodate it - that was another good thing about being with someone so small; their hands were almost the size of an actual dildo - and she was managing to thrust deeper up her, going back and forth like a piston. A slow piston, but a gradually speeding up piston. Breathing in time to Hayden's pumping, Troian bit her lip; it did hurt a little, but it was the best kind of hurt - one she wasn't sure she ever wanted to stop.

Hayden's eyes were closed as she kept on the handwork, sensing nothing but the water still flowing over their bodies, the feel of Troian's snug asshole around her clenched forearm, the hot, dripping cunt reacting to her fingers, and the increasing cries of Troian as she began to give in to Hayden - who herself was starting to cream from Miss Bellisario's holes. The two started to moan almost in unison as the room filled with the scent of musk from Troian and yells of passion; Troian's body trembled with delight as she thrust back against Hayden.

A quaking and sighing Troian edged a hand to the shower tap, and as Hayden delicately began the long extraction route she turned the water off.

* * * * * * * * * *

If there was one stereotype that Ashley Benson demolished, it was the one about women taking ages to get ready; she was pulling on her shoes with plenty of time to spare when the cellphone rang. Ashley snatched the phone up; she would have ignored it, but she was the kind of person to have ringtones assigned to each caller. And this was one ringtone she never ignored.

"Hello?" she said, answering it before the first ring ended.

"Good morning, Ashley. I shall need your services today," said Rhona Mitra.

"Shoot."

"If this goes wrong, I assure you I will."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:32:35 AM

Hayden usually loved seeing Troian Bellisario lying on their bed naked, and she always hated leaving her that way. Especially now.

"Relax, Hayden, you'll be fine..." Troian winced a little.

"I am SO sorry about this... I just got carried away!" Hayden's eyes instinctively drifted to Troian's rump, the reason her girlfriend was lying on the bed instead of dressed for work.

"Sorry? You should be *proud*, girl!" the brunette said in between sighs. "I always wanted someone to fuck me so hard I can't walk... 'sides, if I'm going to have a pain in my ass I'd rather it was from your pumping than that Ashley Benson..."

"Well, is it your fault you have such a fantastic ass?"

"Praise from Caesar," Troian smiled. "I should be able to get up around... I dunno, noon?"

"I'll be thinking of you at 6." Hayden kissed Troian's forehead. "You stay good, 'kay?"

"You are going to OWN the news tonight," the brunette told her blonde lover as she left.

Stepping outside, Hayden allowed herself a half-smile. "So hard she can't walk?... I can live with that."

There was a definite swagger in her walk to the car.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Hi, partner!"

Ashley Benson had arrived at around the same time as Hayden, and waved at her colleague. "We are gonna set this town on FIRE at 6!"

"I'd wish you luck, but you probably won't need it," Hayden said as they headed inside.

"Good luck anyway," Ashley replied, and bit her tongue to keep from adding "You will."

* * * * * * * * * *

The sun wasn’t quite up on Tuesday morning when JoAnna Garcia awoke to something hard pressing against the side of her leg. She knew what it was, knew what it meant, and wanted to ignore it, just roll over, and wait for her alarm clock to go off at a more reasonable time. But JoAnna was one of those people who, once awake, had a hard time falling back asleep quickly, especially if she knew she had to get up anyway before too much longer. Unable to resist, JoAnna peeked over at the red lights of her alarm clock and groaned slightly under her breath. 5:27 am. Her alarm would ring at 6.
With a light sigh, JoAnna rolled away from the clock, towards the hard thing jabbing her in the thigh. Sure enough, Jason, her Fiancé, was dead asleep next to her, laying on his side as he always did. And, as they always did, the thin, silk boxers he wore to bed - a gift from JoAnna last Christmas - had failed again to keep him inside, and his cock had escaped during the night. JoAnna didn’t know what it was Jason dreamed about that gave him such impressive morning wood, but she knew there were only two ways to deal with it.

Either Jason would have to jack off when he woke up, or JoAnna would have to get him off. Most mornings, JoAnna let him handle himself - literally - while she got in her shower and started getting ready for work. But today she was up early, and their schedules hadn’t let the two of them do much more than kiss all weekend. JoAnna had some needs of her own that hadn’t been met lately.

"Why waste a perfectly good erection?" JoAnna thought to herself, reaching down and yanking her ratty old “Enter Around Back” panties off, feeling a bit of relief as slightly cooler air brushed against her snatch. Yes, JoAnna had needs of her own, and she was going to get them met right now.
She reached over and started to stroke Jason’s cock, feeling it’s firmness between her fingers, the hot sting of his flesh against her palm as she slowly worked back and forth. He was still asleep, but moaned pleasurably, his hips shifting forward towards JoAnna. She kept her pace deliberately slow - she didn’t want him going off before she’d had her chance to use his morning wood to meet her own desires.

“Mmmm…” Jason moaned, still asleep - though no doubt moving closer and closer to waking up with each stroke. JoAnna kinda loved watching him slowly come awake as she slowly, gently pleasured his cock with just her hand and the warmth of the bed they shared.

Still, a woman could only wait so long. “Baby?” she said quietly, trying not to wake him up too harshly. “Baby, you awake?”

“Mmmmm… no,” he said, thrusting his hips into her hand. “I’m dreamin’.”

“’Bout what?”

“Smoking hot redhead bank teller and all the dirty things she wants to do to me,” Jason replied, a huge smile breaking over his face.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t wake up right now,” JoAnna said, releasing his cock and gently shoving him onto his back, “That hot redhead bank teller isn’t going to do a damn thing to you.”

“In that case, I’m wide awake,” Jason said, opening his eyes with that same mischievous smile on his face he’d had since they started talking.

“Remind me to never let you play poker,” JoAnna said. “You can’t bluff to save your life.”

“Who cares about poker?” Jason said as JoAnna straddled his hips, resting her steaming hot box resting just above his eager cock. “I just want to Poke Her.”

“Okay, no more puns before you ruin the mood,” JoAnna said, rolling her eyes before impaling herself upon his shaft. They both gasped in mutual delight as the sensations of her slit enveloping his cock hit them both.

Jason grunted as JoAnna moaned, finally feeling some of the relief she sought. Slowly, carefully, she began riding him, sliding up and down upon his shaft, his hands resting lazily on her hips, letting her do all the work. She didn’t mind at all, and as pleasure finally began to work it’s way through her body, burning away the last of her morning sleepiness, she ran her hands up over her tits, thrilling a bit at the sensation.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Yes, JoAnna liked morning sex. So much better than coffee or some energy drink. No, a good stiff cock and a solid orgasm beat any other way to wake up.

She sped up her pace, bouncing upon him faster and faster, clearly waking him up, too. He now held on to her hips tightly, and thrust up to meet her, that cocky grin on his face he couldn’t help but get when he was getting laid.

She loved that grin - it usually meant she was getting laid, too.

JoAnna began to really work at it, matching Jason for every thrust. “Grab my boobs, Babe!” she called out. He responded at once, reaching up to grab her chest, one in each hand, gripping them for dear life, letting JoAnna buck like wild. It did the trick, as the redhead began to really feel her body reacting. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he.

Suddenly, unbidden, a new image appeared in JoAnna’s head. Shay Mitchell, clad in a simple spaghetti-strap sundress, her ample cleavage spilling out, her long legs on fully display, and a come-hither look upon her face. In JoAnna’s mind, Shay leaned forward and kissed JoAnna, and started to reach for JoAnna’s naked breast-

Orgasm shook through the redhead’s body, shattering the image and replacing it with a swirl of colors and heat, ecstasy radiating out from between her legs until it engulfed her entire body. JoAnna moaned aloud, thrilling at the sensation of Jason pounding away inside her through every convulsion of her climax.

She lost track of things after that. She knew she’d collapsed on the bed, and that Jason, still looking for release, had simply rolled over and kept thrusting into her - he didn’t last long, and soon enough he was blasting his hot load inside her, before any post-orgasm sensitivity could rouse JoAnna from her stupor. He landed on the bed next to her, muttering something about the best way to wake up, and soon rolled off the bed to hit the shower and get his day going.

It wasn’t until much later when JoAnna herself had showered, that she realized she might have slipped up.

“By the way, babe, I know you’re not so big on swearing, but you can say shit during sex,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he passed her in the bathroom. “You don’t need to scream out nonsense like ‘Shaaaaaaayyyy’ or whatever it was you were crying when you came.”

* * * * * * * * * *
The morning of the heist came far too quickly for Roselyn Sanchez. A couple of lonely nights, with only the phone and her pocket vibrator to remind her of Alicia had the lovely Latina quite homesick, and the fact that today was likely to be a very long day.

Or, if things went wrong, possibly Roselyn’s last.

Most of the crew was already there when Roselyn entered, with only Blake Lively and Jaime Pressly missing. Roselyn reverently hoped they weren’t together. Jaime had been known to force herself on straight women on more than one occasion in just the limited time Roselyn had known her. And Blake was hot enough that Roselyn wasn’t sure she could keep her hands off her, and she had a loving companion and baby at home. Jaime didn’t have any of those connections, and ever fewer scruples.

“Morning, boss,” Megan Fox said, stretching her arms above her head so that her short t-shirt exposed her taut stomach. “You ready for all the fun?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Roselyn muttered. “Where are the others?”

“Shay’s already hard at work at the bank, and the two blondes are missing,” Emma Roberts said, loading a few tools into her backpack. The teenager was already dressed in all-black clothing that seemed to cling to her budding body in most impressive ways. Roselyn saw two more similar outfits hanging on the wall - no doubt for her and Jaime, should the rough blonde ever show up.

“We’re supposed to hear from Rhona before we go,” Grace Park said, humming some nameless tune to herself as she strutted over to her computer set-up.

“I assume she’s coming here,” Roselyn said.

“Nope - she’s going to contact us through SkyLite.”

“Sky light?” Roselyn asked, actually glancing up at the solid roof of the hideout, as if expecting a large window to be up there.

“Yeah, SkyLite,” Grace said. “Instant video conferencing. All the rage, and totally scramble-capable. Businesses all over the world are jumping onboard.”

“More computer stuff,” Emma explained when Roselyn shot the hot Asian girl a confused look.

“Hey bitches, what’s up?” Jaime Pressly spoke up, coming in the door behind Roselyn. She wore a white tank-top that hugged her tits a little too tightly and proved she wasn’t wearing any kind of bra what-so-ever.

“That’s one blonde,” Megan said. “Where’s Legs McBlondie?”

“Legs McBlondie?” Roselyn asked.

“Blake,” Megan said.

“That name fits,” Grace said, packing a laptop into a case. “Is the van downstairs?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it backed in,” Megan said. “You need help lugging everything down?”

“Nah, I’m good. Most of the work will relay from here, but I’ve got a laptop and two external drives - might take a few minutes to wire up a power supply. Do you know if the van’s got USB plugs in it?”

“No clue,” Megan replied.

“What about a cigarette lighter?”

“Yeah, I think it’s got one of those. Maybe even two.”

“Good enough.”

“Am I the last one here?” Blake Lively asked, walking into the hideout. Clad in sweatpants and a hoodie, with her hair in a ponytail, she looked far less glamorous than she usually did.

“You’re supposed to distract the guards in THAT getup?” Megan Fox asked.

“Nope,” Blake said, lifting up a garment bag. “Got my outfit for that in here.”

Roselyn was about to tell her to hurry up and change when suddenly Grace’s main computer screen flickered to life, and Rhona Mitra’s face appeared, scowling slightly at the six girls standing around in the room.

“You’re all here?” Rhona said, her voice coming in with a slight tinny quality through the speakers of the computer, but not cutting any of the venom in her voice.

“We’re all here,” Roselyn said, trying to show a little backbone to the woman who held all their fates in her hands.

“Good. I’m afraid I can’t be there to see you off, but I’ll meet you back her AFTER the heist. Do NOT leave the hideout until I show up. Is that understood?”

“Or what?” Jaime asked.

“Or I have you all hunted down and killed.” Rhona glared at Jaime directly. “You don’t doubt I can do that, do you, Jaime?”

“No, I don’t,” Jaime said, backing down.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:34:04 AM

“Good.” Rhona’s eyes looked to Blake next. “Blake, I assume you have something more appropriate to wear than THAT.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Blake said, holding up her garment bag.

“Excellent. Grace, do you have Blake’s microphone?”

“Right here,” Grace said, reaching across her desk to grab a small case, no bigger than a small MP3 player.

“Excellent. Blake, strip down so Grace can put it on.”

“W-what?” Blake stammered, surprised.

“Get undressed,” Rhona said, steel in her voice. “I want to watch as your hidden microphone is applied. NOW.”

“It’s pretty small,” Grace said with a hint of consolation in her voice. “It won’t take that long.”

“Can’t we just hook it into my shirt?” Blake asked, reluctantly lifting her sweatshirt up over her head and dropping it to the floor. Roselyn felt her nipples go hard at the sight of the very tiny, simple cotton bra holding Blake’s tits in place, the blonde’s own nipples threatening to stretch right through the fabric. From the way the room had gone silent, Roselyn suspected the other girls were feeling similar stirrings in their loins over seeing more of Blake’s bare skin.

Blake stood their, arms akimbo, letting everyone get a good look, while shooting daggers with her eyes towards the computer screen showing Rhona.

“Uh, pants, too,” Grace said, actually blushing a bit as she spoke. “The battery pack will have to be hidden in your panties.”

Blake shot Grace a concerned look. “I’m wearing a thong.”

“Then it’ll have to be hidden in the FRONT of your panties,” Grace said with an apologetic shrug. “I’m sorry, it’s the only place.”

“Can’t just throw it in my damn purse, could you?” Blake said, shucking her sweatpants and returning to her defiant pose. Roselyn didn’t have a great shot of Blake’s ass from where she was standing, but from the way Megan and Emma’s eyes went wide, it was clear they both approved of the view from behind Miss Lively.

Grace dropped down to her knees in front of Blake - Roselyn was surprised to feel a spike of jealousy shoot through her over that - and pulled the front panel of Blake’s panties down far enough to slip the small battery pack in - and to let Roselyn confirm that Blake had a small tuft of blonde hair over her crotch. Grace put the battery in and let the panties settle a little bit, readjusting them once or twice, her fingers actually dipping under the fabric more than once.

“Watch it!” Blake said at one point, clearly feeling Grace’s fingers in places Blake didn’t want them.

“Sorry - if you wore something else, something with a little back, I could attach the battery there,” Grace said. “I could lend you some cheekies, if you’re interested.”

“The thong will do, Grace,” Rhona’s stern voice interrupted. “Get on with it.”

“Right,” Grace said. The battery pack had a small, thin wire running out of it, which Grace now looped through the waistband of Blake’s panties several times, pushing Blake to turn around as she did so. Now Roselyn had a much better look at Blake’s ass, and the team leader suddenly wasn’t sure if she had more juices in her mouth or her pussy.

Grace seemed to be in a similar situation, swallowing visibly as she pulled out the string at the back of the thong and looped the wire around it one last time, her hand lingering for a long moment on one of Blake’s cheeks.

“The microphone, Grace,” Rhona reminded her, a smug smile crossing her digitized face. It seemed pretty clear to Roselyn that Rhona was enjoying the little show she was making Grace and Blake put on. Roselyn hated Rhona a bit more for that - and hated herself a little for enjoying the show just as much.

Grace ran the wire up the small of Blake’s back until she reached the back of Blake’s bra, stopping only one to apply a single piece of clear tape to hold it close to her skin.

“Front closure?” Grace asked as she reached the back of Blake’s bra.

“Yeah. That a problem?”

“I hope not,” Grace said, looping the wire around the back once. “I’ve gotta tuck this in under the bra, and run it around front,” the tech expert explained before pulling the bra out just enough to slip the wire underneath. “This would be easier with a large bra.”

“A large bra wouldn’t work with my outfit,” Blake said, glaring a bit at Grace as the Asian girl reached Blake’s side. Forcing the blonde to lift her arm, Grace continued to tuck the wire in under the small straps until she reached the right cup, where she paused for a moment.

“Is there enough wire?” Rhona asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Grace said, still hesitating a bit.

“Then get on with it. We don’t have all day.”

“Sorry,” Grace whispered to Blake as she pulled the cup away from Blake’s breast. Sure enough, Blake’s boob popped out, and every eye was on her succulent nipple until Grace replaced the cup.

“Damn Legs McBlondie,” Jaime said from where she stood watching. “You SURE you don’t like girls?”

Blake shot Jaime a nasty look, but Grace stepped between them before she could say anything, and began attaching the microphone to the clasp of the bra. Grace fiddled with it for a solid minute, earning more than a few nasty glares from Blake as she bumped, groped, and pulled on Blake’s breasts as she tried to affix the microphone in place.

“This would be easier if the clasp wasn’t in the front-” Grace started to say when suddenly the clasp gave way and Blake’s bra swung open, exposing both breasts to the room.

Jaime whistled. Grace just look flustered. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Sure you are,” Blake snarled, making it clear she didn’t for one minute think Grace had done that accidentally. She quickly reattached her bra. “Attach it right NEXT to the damn clasp and let’s get moving!”

It took all of three seconds for Grace to get the tiny microphone in place this time - though not without was Roselyn was certain was one last deliberate groping of Blake’s left breast. “There, attached.”

“Good,” Blake said, moving to grab her clothes and get dressed again.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 22, 2020, 04:35:48 AM

“Not so fast, Blake,” Rhona said. “I want someone ELSE to inspect Grace’s work.”

“I’ll do it!” Roselyn, Jaime, and Megan all said at the same time.

“Emma,” Rhona said. “You’re good at spotting small details. Will Grace’s work pass inspection?”

The teenager raised an eyebrow at her new instructions, but moved without saying anything to stand in front of Blake. They made quite the contrast, Emma’s small frame all geared up to rob a bank, Blake’s tall and lanky figure all but naked. Still, Emma walked around Blake twice, never putting so much as a finger on the blonde’s skin, but getting as close as she could with her face in both Blake’s cleavage and her crotch.

“Well?” Rhona asked when Emma stood up.

“The wire at her back is nearly impossible to hide well, but the microphone actually looks like it might be part of the clasp of her bra. The battery pack makes her crotch a tad square, but if she doesn’t wear skin-tight pants, that shouldn’t be an issue.” Emma paused next to Blake and turned to whisper in her ear.

“You look better now than you did that day we fucked,” she said, a little too loudly to be really trying to keep what she said secret.

Blake’s face went red, and she turned to slap Emma, but Megan caught her hand before she could and Roselyn stepped between them as Emma walked away, smiling.

“Good enough, then,” Rhona said. “Blake, Jaime and Roselyn, get dressed. Megan, you and Emma help Grace load her stuff in the van. You need to hit the bank just after 11am. Try to be out before 11:30.”

“What happens at 11:30?” Blake asked, still glaring at Emma.

“If we’re still in that bank a half hour after we start the robbery, the cops will be flooding outside, and even with hostages, we’ll be lucky to get away,” Roselyn said.

“I thought hostages were part of the plan,” Grace said. “Isn’t that how you’re getting Shay out?”

“It is, and they’ll also help us carry the cash out,” Roselyn said. “But they work better with fewer cops around. If the cops get the entire bank surrounded and the media shows up, we’re fucked.”

“This seems like less and less of a good idea every time we go over it,” Megan muttered.

“It’s too late to back out now, girls,” Rhona said. “I’ll see you all after the heist.” With that, the computer screen went black, leaving the six robbers to glance at each other.

“All right, girls,” Jaime said. “Let’s go rob a fucking bank!”

* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:13:25 AM

Lucy Hale pulled her car into the bank parking lot and rushed inside before even thinking that she hadn't locked her door. Lucy looked back before deciding to just leave it, but as she turned toward the long line staring back at her she suddenly wished she hadn't decided to leave it be.

Lucy took a spot in line and waited. Five minutes has passed and the line had barely moved, and for Lucy those five minutes seemed like an eternity. Lucy looked at the clock anxiously and bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. She had to get back to the school before her lunch break was over.

"What is taking so long?" Lucy seethed to herself as she looked toward the front of the line. She laid eyes on the teller who appeared to be openly flirting with the man at the window. The man had to be twice her age, he had on what Lucy could only describe as a "dad" outfit.

As the man left the teller's window with a big smile on his face Lucy again looked at the clock and only two more minutes had passed. The line finally sped up a bit more as another teller opened her window right next to the stunning brunette.

As Lucy finally made it to the teller's window she looked up at the beautiful redhead and smiled.

"Hey JoAnna, whose the new girl?" Lucy asked. JoAnna blushed slightly as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Um, that's Shay, college intern from L.A. What can I do for you Luce?" JoAnna asked as she typed up Lucy's info on her computer.

"Just making the withdrawal for my vacation." Lucy said handing JoAnna her info.

"Hey yeah, I can't believe you are doing that. Cancun for Spring Break?" JoAnna said.

"You only live once." Lucy said as she told JoAnna the amount of money she was looking to take out, she looked over at Shay. Lucy shook her head because she could have sworn she saw Shay winking at her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Frank Sheene hated having to do errands, and he especially hated having to do errands that involved standing in line. And it didn't help that the customer in front of him, and all the others who'd gone, were all functionally retarded... how long did it take to put money in for goodness' sake?!

Still, at least his mother wasn't around to tell him to stop fidgeting. Plus the teller he would eventually be dealing with was GORGEOUS - a sloe-eyed coffee-coloured honey. And looking around at some of the other customers, he could tell there were others in the same boat; sighing at numbnuts in the queue who didn't understand the concept of "identification required," rolling their eyes when people made hefty deposits with one-dollar bills, looking at the clock, wondering when the fuck he was going to be able to get the cash in and get out of here.

Frank's eyes skimmed past the door as he looked around the bank floor in boredom. And they would have just kept skimming had the door not opened, letting in sunlight and a pair of long, long legs, going up and up and covered from just above the knee by some lovely silky red material that did an excellent job of clinging to the thighs. Above that was a white top, which was slit open in the front and giving some inches of awesome cleavage an airing. The owner of the legs and the chest had a lovely, slightly anxious face with an inviting little mole on it, framed with stunning blonde hair.

Frank suddenly felt A LOT less bored. And so did all the males in the bank who weren't gay, the ones who weren't with their wives, the ones who *were* with their wives...

...and the guards.

Whatever else was said about Mike and John, they were always alert. Nothing got by them. Especially nothing of a hot female variety (Mike was a happily married man, John on the rebound, but both had enjoyed some one-handed sex with the new teller as an inspiration). So they both noted the new customer as they did with all the new arrivals.

"Nice," Mike said just loud enough for John to hear, as the blonde looked in her expensive-looking handbag and searched a little, a worried expression on her face.

"Might be a little high maintenance," John pointed out.

"You gotta make the effort - eyes on the prize..."

Both guards soon had their eyes on the prize all right, when the leggy blonde hesitantly approached them; it was almost as if she was apologizing. Their standard "No trouble at all" response wouldn't be a lie in this case.

"Welcome to the San Francisco Union Bank," Mike said, willing himself to not look at the young woman's breasts.

"Is there anything we can do for you, miss?" John asked, flitting back and forth between her eyes and her legs. "We're here to help."

"Well... yes," the blonde replied with pleading eyes. "I came to make a withdrawal for a friend of mine, but just when I got in I found I'd forgotten to bring his ID, and I need to call him and I can't do it from my cellphone because I need to charge it so it's at home, so..."

"You can use mine," both guards said together a little TOO eagerly.

"Oh, thank you!" she said, shaking each man by the hand in turn and accepting Mike's phone. "I don't know what I'd have done if I hadn't gotten the money out - he would've killed me..."

"I can't imagine any man staying mad at you for long, miss," Mike chuckled.

"This'll only take a moment," she smiled. "Thank you again." And she walked away, talking into the phone as both guards (and most of the men in the bank) studied the motion of her perfect ass.

After a few moments they returned to studying her front as she came back, handed Mike the phone - and kissed both him and John.

"You're welcome," the guards both said, an instant before both collapsed.

"... and Bingo was his name," Blake Lively said softly (but loudly enough for it to go from the earpiece linked to the box hooked onto her back under the dress to the van outside) through her drug-dosed lips.

It was showtime.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Good girl,” Grace Park said, watching as the alluring image of Blake Lively came into view on the security cameras - and immediately turned towards the guards, her face never quite getting on camera. “They’ll never ID her on just that little bit of chin and her cleavage.”

“I don’t know, her cleavage seems pretty memorable to me,” Jaime Pressly joked as she checked the load on her gun.

“Tell me about it,” Emma Roberts muttered quietly.

Grace didn’t really pay attention to the other girls, her fingers flying over her keyboard as she started to hack into the Bank’s camera systems. It wasn’t THAT hard, but the timing was important. She needed to get those cameras off before Blake was spotted and before anyone else entered. At the same time, however, she had to make sure the guards weren’t looking directly at their monitors, because there’d be a VERY visible distortion when Grace hacked in. Their eyes had to be elsewhere - like on Blake’s fantastic ass.

“She’s talking to guards,” Roselyn Sanchez said from the front passenger seat of the van. “That Chica is making even the gay boys think about bedding her.”

“Just let me know when she gets a phone,” Grace said. She was just about there - only two more commands to enter-

“She’s got one,” Roselyn reported. “Holding it up to her ear now.”

“Fuck, that was fast,” Grace said. She slammed in the last line of code needed, and her computer came alive, slicing in a static shot on all the cameras of whatever they were filming that second. If either of the guards looked at the cameras before Blake could take them out, the whole gig could be up before it even started. “Cameras fixed,” Grace reported.

“Move it, Foxy,” Jaime said, smacking Megan on the back of the head. “Get us in gear!”

“Not until we hear from Blake,” Roselyn snapped.

“It’s going to take 30 seconds to get the van up to the front door-!” Jaime started to argue, but Grace cut them off.

“Shut up!” she shouted, pulling her earbud closer to her ear, as if that would help.

"... and Bingo was his name," Blake’s voice came in loud and clear.

“MOVE!” Roselyn and Jaime cried at once - everyone had an earpiece. Megan squealed the tires of the van as she floored it, getting the lumber black beast across the parking lot well under 30 seconds. The breaks squealed in protest as she brought them to a stop in front of the bank, and Roselyn, Jaime, and Emma all jumped out, already pulling their masks down over their faces.

“... and Bingo was his name?” Grace asked as Megan pulled the van away from the bank just as quickly as she’d pulled it up. “Who the hell thought THAT was a good code phrase?”

“Blake wasn't hired for her mind, okay? Just run the computers, Nerd Girl,” Megan said, parking the van as innocently as possible across the street from the bank itself.

* * * * * * * * * *

Lucy, whose queue was closest to the guards, was about to be served by JoAnna when the guards collapsed; other than Blake, she was just about the closest. The small brunette looked at the redheaded teller in shock and raced over to the men, concerned and puzzled at the actions of the tall blonde who'd been talking to them...

"What is WRONG with -- " she started, and got no further. Blake had turned away from the men, and was sporting a big smile. And a smaller Beretta, aimed right at Lucy.

"Nothing wrong here, miss," she said politely to the wide-eyed young teacher. "Get back in the line."

Lucy stared at the stunner and the gun, her frozen stance broken an instant later by a gunshot from the entrance; she, the customers and the tellers whirled around. Behind her desk, JoAnna was shocked; behind hers, Shay just LOOKED shocked.

"Didja not hear Legs McBlondie there?" called the jumpsuit-clad blonde who'd just fired into the ceiling, flanked by a similarly-clad Latina woman and a teenage girl dressed likewise, carrying two large bags. "She said there's nothing wrong here!"

"We're just your robbers for the morning," Blake said, smiling at them as she relieved the sleeping guards of their guns and joined her comrades, handing one each to Roselyn and Jaime.

"Whoo! You know me so well!" the blonde cackled with a wink, and made to slap Blake's ass in delight - before Miss Lively shot her a Rhona-worthy "Don't even think it" look. Jaime settled for tucking the other gun in her waistband.

JoAnna eyed the other tellers nervously; they had all been trained not to try to be a hero in these kinds of situations, just to trigger a silent alarm they all had. But she was genuinely too afraid to even try and tap it. And the new girl was trembling... "Just keep calm, Shay," she told her. "Play ball and things'll be okay."

"All of you start eating tile like the guys over there!" Jaime shouted. Frank, who'd also noticed how scared Shay looked, and the other customers immediately lay down, most of them with their heads pressed against the floor and doing their best possum impression. But Frank was eyeing each robber - this was like something out of a movie... being in a bank robbed by a bunch of full-on gun-toting hotties (they were all wearing masks, but their bodies and the fact that the foxy blonde was one of them meant they all HAD to have something special under their hoods). There was something about a woman with a gun that really got to him... but there was something about Blake with a gun that was itching at him in particular. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was something.

Frank sneaked another look at the beautiful new teller; what a sweet girl she'd been to the customers before him. The redhead was nice, but that new girl...

Behind the counter, JoAnna squeezed Shay's hand reassuringly and nodded with a nervous half-smile. The teller nodded back, mentally screaming as she saw JoAnna's right foot edge away from her slightly, press down on a panel, and edge back.

"Nothing to worry about," the redhead whispered.

"Now I don't think any of you really wants to be killed for money," Roselyn said as Emma went up to the first teller, opened the lighter bag, held it up to the man with one hand and pointed her gun with the other. "So give generously."

"Please?" Emma added with a smile, which became even more real when the banknotes started flowing in. The girl continued to make her withdrawals along each till, studiously avoiding glancing over to Shay. "And we take coins as well; toll charges are such a pisser these days."

Roselyn had an eye on Jaime as much as on the customers; the guards were no problem because Blake's kiss had been known to keep men out of action for hours (it had not been the first time she'd used that kind of "lipstick"), but Jaime... a very different kettle of fish. She looked like the people in the bank were one big shooting gallery, and even Rhona's threats could only keep a loose cannon like her in control for so long. Roselyn wished that she shared Blake's Drew Barrymore-type dislike of guns; even though the tall blonde was keeping her area covered under her barrel, it was wavering slightly more than the other two. At least her real weapon was in full force; Roselyn noted with amusement that more than a few of the men in the crowd were fixed on various parts of Blake's lively anatomy.

"Thank you and good morning," Emma cooed, taking JoAnna's cash before turning her attention to Shay. "Fill 'er up. You've all been so good so far, don't ruin it."

Shay, hoping her eyes didn't betray how she felt on seeing Emma smiling up at her, rapidly emptied her till. Emma nodded, zipped up the bag and kept the gun on the teller.

"You."

"But you got what you wanted!" JoAnna protested, and shut up as Jaime directly targeted her.

"We got *some* of what we wanted." Roselyn pointed out. "The bonanza's down in the vault."

"And YOU get to show me," Emma added, aiming her gun directly between Shay's eyes. "C'mon, we haven't got all day."

"She only just started here... I'll go," JoAnna pleaded, to the surprise of Shay and all the other members. The idea of someone else stepping in to save the "innocent" had never occurred to any of them.

"She made her choice, bitch, and if you don't want us to go from robbery to murder SHUT YOUR ASS UP!" Jaime shouted, saying what Emma wasn't entirely sure she could've.

Shay gave the shaken and now silent JoAnna a grateful look and walked out from behind the desk, Emma's gun on her all the way. "Look after this for me," the latter said, putting the full bag on the floor and shoving it over to Blake, who picked it up with her free hand, not taking her eyes off the cowering customers for a second. "And as for you, tall, dark and foxy - give me the guided tour. Try anything down there and..."

"OK," Shay replied, swallowing. The teller and the armed robber walked towards the back, making their way down the stairs.

"Keep the rest of them occupied," Roselyn told her comrades. "I'm just going to make sure we don't have anyone hidden somewhere thinking about doing a John McClane."

"Believe me, anyone who wants to be a hero is gonna die hard all right," Jaime cackled. "Make that die EASY..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Hayden was sweating over the build up for the evening news; the staff had joked that all the presenters had to do was be able to read the prompters and get the makeup right. That wasn't true; it was about 80%.

Still, as she munched on her M&Ms in the ladies' room Hayden wished Troian was here; if she had been manning the cameras on the set, it would've helped her be as calm inside as she looked outside. It was also too bad she didn't smoke; the building was a no smoking zone, but anything would have helped. She hadn't been so nervous since that time she'd appeared on the cover of "San Francisco" as "The Golden State's Sexiest Reporter."

Hayden was back at her desk, glad that she was about to break for an early lunch, when her phone went off; relieved that it was her cellphone and not an inside line, she answered without glancing at the screen. "Hi there!"

"Hayden?" asked a nervous voice.

"Hey there! What can I do for you?"

"Something's going on around the Union Bank..."

"Really? What kind of something?"

"The kind of something where people keep going in and no one comes out."

Hayden put two and two together and came up with Breaking News. And Ashley couldn't do it because she was out for another story as part of her "Million Dollar Memories" series about San Franciscans' best days of their lives ("People eat that shit up," Ashley had told her)... of course, it might be a hoax, but if it was at least it would get her out of the building.

"How long now?"

"Close to fifteen minutes... think it's something?"

"It might be... can you give me your number?"

One written-down number and a warning to those in the know to watch out for a call from her down at the Bank later, Hayden had gotten a mobile unit and was on the way. This was another reason she missed Troian; Hayden had had experience doing her own camera work, but not much. Still, once she'd gotten to frame it and stood in the right place, and remembered to turn on the mike, she should be okay...

* * * * * * * * * *

"Something's going on around the Union Bank..."

Sitting in her car, Ashley Benson dropped the act and laughed to herself in her own voice.

* * * * * * * * * *

Roselyn saw Emma and Shay head down to the vaults, dropping the hostage act as soon as they were out of sight of the others. Roselyn followed them around the corner, but she stopped at the single locked door that was the manager’s office.

“Grace, you’re sure the cameras are off?” she asked, eyeing the camera rather blatantly pointed at the office door.

“Absolutely,” Grace’s voice came back in Roselyn’s earpiece. “If you’re standing in front of it right now, all that’s being recorded is the same static image of the door that’s been playing half the morning already. You’re clear.”

“This better be worth it,” Roselyn muttered, trying the door handle. Locked, for sure, but that had never stopped Roselyn before. She could’ve just used her gun to shoot the lock, but the longer things went without gunshots, the better, so she pulled an automatic lock pick out of her pocket and crammed the thing into the doorknob. Auto lock picks basically destroyed locks in the process of vibrating the tumblers open, and there’d be no hiding the fact that SOMEONE had broken into the room when Roselyn was done. Rhona didn’t seem to care about that fact, so Roselyn didn’t either - besides, it was use the auto pick, or waste precious time trying to pick it the old-fashioned way.

It took less than a minute for Roselyn to get into the office, a surprisingly simplistic affair, with no personal touches. Roselyn guessed that with the bank manager only being in on specific days, decorating each office wasn’t a priority. Still, there was a desk with a computer, and that’s all that mattered. Roselyn unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and pulled out the thumb drive as she sat at the desk. It took but a movement of the mouse to get the screen to come alive with a password box. Roselyn quickly found a USB port on the side of the hard drive, plugged in the thumb drive, and sat back.

She hoped like hell this thing would work.

* * * * * * * * * *

Once they were out of sight and heading down the passage to the vault, Shay dropped the hostage act.

"Just thought of another reason I'm glad you're along," Emma laughed, increasing her pace but being careful not to shake up the bag too much. "You can get the goodies high up in the vault."

It was true; Shay towered over the teenage safecracker (she was taller than Rhona as well, and in fact Blake - curse her soft, silky hide - was the only member of the gang who literally looked down on her). They were at the door of the vault; a standard thick door, with the two handles on the left side, about three feet apart. But Emma had everything she needed - and in the case of the autodial, something she hoped she wouldn't need - with her listening device to get the combo, the autodialling device, and some other little gizmos (like some more bags, the better to put the actual money in).

As Emma studied the door, she felt something was wrong. She had the thrill of the job inside her, but there was something missing... something that she couldn't go ahead without. It definitely wasn't the tools, it wasn't the company, and she had the time to break in thanks to the other gang members... what was it?

Suddenly Emma knew. "Hold on to this for a sec, would you?" she said casually, handing her bag to Shay. Before Shay could ask what was up, Emma quickly pulled her mask off and flung it aside, kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jumpsuit, stepping out of it the second it fell to the floor and kicking it away to join the other things she'd had on.

Standing before Shay stark naked, she grinned and beckoned for her bag. "Now we're ready."

"You... you're..." the teller/mole stammered, gingerly handing Emma the bag.

"What's the matter? You've seen this before. C'mon, we've got a vault to crack..."

Emma studied the lock on the right side, placed exactly in between the two handles; the digital panel said it was about twenty past twelve. "On a timer, you say... Shay, can you take your eyes off my legs please? Thank you."

Wondering how the girl knew where she was looking, Shay put her eyes back on the door.

"The money goes in here at the end of the working day, right?"

"Well, half an hour after it. We have to let out the staff who aren't going to be down here."

"So the door would be on this timer until about 5:30..." Emma put her hand inside her bag.

"You try and get that thing off you'll get the cops on us," Shay pointed out.

"Oh, ye of little faith," the girl smiled, bringing out a heavily-wrapped package, removing the sheets and revealing a small metal disc. "Getting this thing off is the last thing I want to do. Hope you're using an old-fashioned watch..."

Emma placed the magnetised disc directly next to the lock so that they were touching, and both watched as the screen flickered, the numbers scrambling. "Guaranteed to fuck up any circuitry going - a bitch if you're watching 'Pretty Little Liars' or something..."

"I'm a '90210' girl myself," Shay admitted.

"...but just what the doctor ordered for making locks think it's later than it is." Emma plucked the disc away, with the screen now flashing 00:00. "Now, we just punch in the 'right' time with a little extra for leeway..."

She tapped in 17:36 and pressed "set." Then crouching by the large tumbler in the centre of the door, Emma put on her earpiece and started to slowly turn the dials, listening for the clicks. Shay understood - Emma had screwed up the timer inside the vault, but she still needed the combo to open the door. Otherwise, it would have to be autodial. And *that* would set off bells.

Instinctively she took a hold of the upper handle; Emma would be going for the lower one once she'd gotten the six figures in the combo and then they'd both pull the handles downwards, as Emma had specified. On reaching 34 left the girl broke off briefly to give her colleague a thumbs-up with her free hand before starting to turn the tumbler in the opposite direction. One down, five to go...

49 right.

28 left.

36 right.

44 left.

And 22 right... Emma felt an overwhelming calm as the fingers revealed the last key inside. Not a moment to lose - glancing up at Shay, she grabbed her handle as the teller clutched hers, and both yanked their handles down and pulled.

The door didn't budge.

It was a big door, but both had been pulling with all their might - and if it had been unlocked it would have moved slightly and slowly, and they'd have to put elbow grease in, but it would have moved. They'd been out of sync with the handles; probably just a millisecond, but it was enough to keep them on the wrong side - the one without the money.

Shay gulped nervously, thinking over what Rhona would do if this went wrong; and Emma gritted her teeth, trying not to think what Rhona would do.

"Okay, this is just a little roadblock," the girl said calmly. "Shay, I'm going to need those steady hands of yours..."

"Steady? I screwed up! If I'd done it the exact same time as you-"

"You missed the window, these things happen, forget about it and move on."

"But Rhona trusted me..."

"Your main job was to go in undercover here and give us the layout, and you did that. This here is *my* turf; I don't get in the vault I take the fall, not you." Emma took Shay's lovely face in her hands and looked in her eyes. "You said we'd be a good team here, remember? You still trust me?"

"Yeah," Shay replied, trying not to be nervous. "I trust you."

"I should have given you this before you left for luck..." Emma gave Shay a kiss, and was thrilled to sense the teller relaxing a little, a smile coming to her face. "And if Rhona *does* give you shit, I promise she's not going to get away with it."

Looking into Emma's eyes, Shay saw she meant it. Nodding, she faced the door again. "So... how long's each fuse?"

"Not as long as I'd like," Emma admitted, taking out the eight solid pipes of doom and the adhesive for each one, and handing four of them to Shay - two had slightly longer fuses than the other two - and a lighter. "Light the longer ones first; they're exactly a second longer - they should all go up at the same time. You take care of the far side of the door, I got the handles. This should weaken the fucker; any more would blow the door apart but..."

Shay knew. Any more could blow the VAULT apart. It wasn't that big. "I swear I won't mess this one up..."

Each lady pressed a mass of malleable adhesive glob on their respective targets, carefully placed two nitro-filled tubes on them, and wrapped some more adhesive to keep it in place. They flicked the lighters to life, applied the flame to the tubes - and ran like the devil.

Emma and Shay only just had time to crouch and cover their heads in the far corner before the explosions. Emma never liked to use that stuff - it always worked, but it was loud. And in an enclosed place like this deafening. Worst of all, there was always a risk you could damage the goods...

The report's echos and the smoke still lingering, the two got to their feet, Shay instinctively looking at Emma's body. Even in this situation she couldn't help thinkng about how beautiful it was - and thankfully how unmarked it was; there hadn't been any metal pieces landing near them. As Shay reflected, she heard a wolf-whistle.

"Reading my mind," she sighed.

"We're IN!" Emma laughed, having just whistled at the vault door; it was still in the frame, but the door had been damaged. Enough for it to have the hinges wrecked, and enough to bust the handles. Patting Shay, she eagerly ran to the door and started to pull; Shay rapidly joined her, the two tugging and pulling on the door with their teeth grinding on each other. Knowing they were working against the clock helped them pull harder...

"The more we get, the more cash I can fuck you on when this is over," Emma chuckled as the door finally swung open.

Shay Mitchell suddenly found herself feeling very, very damp.

* * * * * * * * * *

JoAnna Garcia had been through six bank robberies in her career, and this was, by far, the most ambitious. Most bank robberies were done by one person who walked into the bank, handed a note to a teller claiming they had a gun, got whatever money the teller had in the cash drawer - and usually a dye pack or some other form of anti-thievery technology - and then fled before causing too much of a stir. All the other bank robberies JoAnna had ever seen were exactly like that.

This? This was something new. It was like something out of a heist movie or a bad TV show or something. An all-girl robbery crew storming a bank and breaking into the vault? Unheard of. Even having taken out the guards and with most of them wearing masks, they had to know there was no way in hell they could get away with this.

“What’s taking them so fucking long?” the abrasive robber with the mask on asked, looking twitchy.

“How should I know?” the super-sexy blonde who’d started this whole thing by knocking out the guards, replied. “I’ve never tried to crack a bank safe before.”

“Well, they damn well better hurry,” the angry one snorted. “Jailbait and the-”

“And the TELLER she took HOSTAGE?” the blonde cut in, looking over at the other tellers, including JoAnna, who ducked her head back down.

“Whatever,” the angry one said, stepping over towards the customers. She stopped over Lucy Hale, one of the regulars JoAnna knew by name, and glared down at the tiny brunette. “You think they’ll be gone long enough for us to have a little fun?”

“Fun?”

The masked girl lifted one foot and placed it directly atop Lucy’s ass, making the tiny girl whimper.

“What are you-” the gorgeous one started to ask.

“Nothing, ‘cept admiring a cute little behind. Relax. Not like I’m going to rape her right here in the bank or something.” The was a very pregnant pause that made JoAnna‘s skin crawl. “Unless, you know, this takes THAT much longer.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Upload complete.”

Roselyn nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Rhona’s silky, all-too-knowing voice come out of the computer. After plugging in the thumb drive, she’d sat there for a minute or two, watching as a green loading bar had appeared over the log-in screen, and quickly gone about filling up.

Still, hearing Rhona’s voice made Roselyn think a few choice words about her employer before yanking out the thumb drive and getting up out of the chair. Whatever it was Rhona wanted with this computer, it was done now. And, with the heist well underway, Roselyn was suddenly only an escape away from being done with Rhona Mitra and her evil ways.

Images of Alicia and Joshua floated past Roselyn’s eyes as she popped out of the office and headed back into the main lobby of the bank. Somehow, she wasn’t at all surprised to see Jaime Pressly standing there, one foot on the ass of a cute little brunette, waving her gun at all the others, complaining about how long things were taking.

"Take your foot off her butt," Roselyn said in a level voice, reflecting that it would have sounded a strange thing to say to anybody other than Jaime.

"A girl's gotta have a little fun while th-- SHE'S down there loading up," the loose cannon grumbled, holding up under the daggers Roselyn and Blake shot at her as she lifted up the foot. On the floor, Lucy exhaled and shivered; she hadn't counted out this freak actually fucking her right there. Or worse.

"The teller's playing ball," Roselyn announced, taking her place alongside the other members, her gun out. "She'll be back safe and sound, and nobody has to get hurt."

"You always gotta ruin my fun, don't you?" Jaime muttered, never taking her eyes off her section of the crowd for a moment. "And it's San Francisco, they wouldn't mind... would you, kid?"

Lucy stayed quiet, focusing on the floor.

"I asked you a question, girlie!"

"I... I'm with somebody..."

"Does he put it up there? I sure as hell would..."

"We don't all have sex on the brain," Blake snapped.

"Wait, are you and the boss lady twins now? And I wasn't talkin' to you, I was asking the little lady there a question. So how about it, sweetass?" she continued to the frightened young teacher.

"I've never... had it there," Lucy managed to say, wishing that this would just END.

"Too bad. Show me," said Jaime, patting the teacher with her heel. "Up with the dress and down with the panties."

Lucy's fear got added to, by indignation and disgust. "In HERE?"

"No, on Fisherman's Wharf. Show me."

"Leave Lucy alone!" JoAnna shouted. "What's she done to you?"

"I said SHUT UP, RED!" Jaime aimed one of her guns at the teller, and trained the other one on Lucy. "And as for you, you're gonna put on a show for me while we're waiting for them to finish down there..."

"Them?" the teller asked, puzzled. "What are you talking about..."

"You are SO FUCKING DEAD, GIRLIE!" The furious and frustrated Jaime was about to cock her pistol when another was cocked. And aimed at Jaime.

"Put it down, Pressly," Roselyn Sanchez said icily.

"She's--"

"PUT THE GUN DOWN OR I'LL SHOOT YOU MYSELF! We're robbing the bank, we're not murderers!"

"Most of us aren't," Blake said softly.

Jaime glared at JoAnna, who was suddenly very glad that the expression "If looks could kill" was just a saying. "This ain't over," she rasped, and lowered the gun.

"You're still not off the hook. Let's see the rump," she continued to Lucy.

Lucy, moaning to herself in disbelief and shame, started to lift her dress up. Blake, Roselyn and JoAnna had disbelief of their own at Jaime's expression; she looked like dinner was about to be served. And when Lucy's legs were uncovered, with her little behind covered by a pair of dark panties, the dangerous blonde was just about licking her lips.

"Bring out the moon, missy miss."

With her trembling hands, Lucy took hold of the top of her panties and started to pull them down; Frank, who was nearby, really wanted to crane over to take a look for himself. He really did. But with that crazy dyke robber still holding a gun on the girl, she might have shot him just for taking a...

BOOM!

The echo of an explosion went through the bank - it had come from the vault. Lucy let out a shocked shout, and so did other customers; in fact, everybody's attention went there for a second, including Jaime's. And Blake's; the tall, sexy blonde had been particularly startled by the explosion. She hadn't jumped, but she had been so startled that she had accidentally fired her Beretta; luckily it hadn't been aimed at any of the hostages or tellers, and the bullet had gone into the floor near the guards (mercifully not into the guards themselves).

"I told you, I don't like guns..." and that was all she had time to shout; as Blake looked horrified at the area she'd fired into, she was suddenly knocked off balance by a young man flying into her, a hand grabbing the wrist holding the gun as her other hand dropped the bag of loot. The two tumbled to the floor, Blake trying to get a man off her for possibly the first time in her life, Frank grunting as he slammed her gun hand into the tiles, trying to get her to let it go.

Frank saw Blake's hand open and the gun be released, and he darted down to grab it; the rules of the game were about to change. The last thought he had in this life was that he was about to become a hero...

A gunshot rang out and there was another scream, this time from JoAnna as Frank's stilled body fell away from Blake. The horrified blonde looked away from him towards Jaime, her gun smoking - and from the look in her eyes, it was as if she'd just swatted a fly.

Blake Lively had been right. Most of them weren't murderers.

* * * * * * * * * *

Emma Roberts and Shay Mitchell had no idea when they'd get the word to clear out, but until then they were busy concentrating on shoving the contents of the shelves into their respective bags as fast as they could. Well, Emma was; Shay, on the other side of the vault, couldn't help glancing over to her colleague, drinking in her beauty. Especially when she dropped a choice bundle or two and bent down to get the loot.

But Shay never stopped getting her side of the vault inside her bag; the greenbacks kept rolling in there, and they were getting pretty heavy. Neither of them had a precise idea of how much they'd gotten, but a haul of about $4-5 million minimum wasn't out of the question. If they managed enough they could even have upwards of a million each; as she kept scooping, her mind was full of visions of Emma gently kissing her on loads of $20 bills.

An instant later, it was filled with Roselyn shouting "IT'S RUSH HOUR!"

Shay and Emma glanced at each other, grabbed their bags, hurriedly zipped them shut and started out as fast as they could. Emma didn't stop to grab her jumpsuit, and Shay didn't remind her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Hayden had considered calling the number the woman had given her, but that might be risky if she was inside the bank; better to wait for when the crisis had passed before tracking down the lady who'd tipped her off. But there was someone she certainly COULD call.

"Hi, Roger... okay, Mr. Zucker, you got me... I'm cooling my heels near the Union Bank. It's usually pretty busy running up to lunchtime, but no one's been coming out for a while. The woman who tipped me off... I didn't get her name because she said she couldn't hang around for long, so I think she could be a hostage. I'm going to get a little closer and report back then... Live from the scene? You bet!"

Hayden hung up and started up the idling mobile unit, looking for a good place to set up... JACKPOT! The primo real estate, right across the road from the Bank, and just one van near.

The blonde pixie beamed as she turned the engine off and got out. With enough room for them to move and plenty of time before high noon plus a chance to help the media, persuading the occupants to wait a little further along wouldn't be a problem...

* * * * * * * * * *

"Houston, we have a problem," Grace Park muttered, furrowing her brow at what she was hearing through the headphones.

"Tell me about it," Megan Fox replied, glancing out the window.

"Wait, are we talking about the same thing? Because *I'm* talking about the police dispatchers."

Megan's stomach did a little somersault. Ever since the others had gone into the bank everything had been fine - okay, they'd heard Jaime's gunshot, but nothing else since then except for a slight tremor; Megan figured that was just a warning. But...

"Someone in there tripped a silent alarm, and the dispatcher just sent word for the nearest squad car to come over and have a look-see. We got one thing on our side - they've been delayed by some kind of fight in the street..."

"Rhona?" Megan asked with a sardonic smirk.

"She's got long tentacles but she's not God. I think we just got lucky, but once that's settled they'll be here like THAT," Grace said with a snap of the fingers. "But what's on your mind, Foxy?"

"We got company," the tattooed car expert said tersely, jerking a thumb out the window.

Peering around Megan, Grace saw a small blonde heading towards the van, looking as perky as could be. And that was just her breasts. Grace was relieved - at least it wasn't a meter maid or some other cop. She started thinking furiously for a cover story in case the girl - who looked a lot like that hot girl on Channel 7 - wasn't just wanting change or something.

"Hi!" the tiny blonde said as soon as she got to the window.

"Hi yourself, stranger," Megan replied, managing to put on a smile.

"Waiting for anyone?"

"Actually, yeah," Grace answered casually, still wondering where she'd seen the gorgeous thing before. "We're picking up some casual workers in a few minutes to ferry them to Monterey home base."

"Work in Monterey? Nice gig. They running late?"

"Should be here in ten minutes..."

"That should be enough time."

"Huh?" asked Megan and Grace.

"See, there's something going on around here - I heard about it a few minutes ago - and when it breaks loose I could be the first one to get it on air, so..."

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" Grace suddenly yelled, making Megan jump. "I KNOW YOU! I thought you looked familiar - you're that Hayden Pantene from Channel 7! You've got clips all over the net - man, I *love* watching you when I'm in SanFran..."

"It's Panettiere, but thank you," Hayden smiled. "Anyway, this place is the best point for me to set up, so if you'd just move down a few feet..."

"Believe me, we wish we could," Megan said, "but our boss is really picky. She said we have to stay right here, so we gotta stay. Sorry."

Hayden laid on the puppy-dog eyes. "Please...? It'll only be for a few minutes, I swear. I did check around before settling on this one and it's PERFECT."

"Welllll... if you gave me a kiss..." Grace said teasingly, and was secretly delighted to see Hayden's eyes fail to fall.

"Maybe later. Not while I'm on duty," the reporter replied coyly. "But it would be my pleasure to mention your business on air... what is it again?"

Oh crap. "Er... it's Kono and Kamekona Inc.," Grace flustered. "Finest casual agency in Montecito."

"You said Monterey," Hayden pointed out.

"Yeah, that's right - I get them confused sometimes..."

"Good thing I'm driving then," Megan chuckled. "C'mon, Hayden, cut us some slack - you can cover the bank just as well from there..."

Megan and Hayden watched the blood drain from each other's faces as they realised what she'd just said. Out of the several business places on the other side of the street, like a mall and a supermarket, Megan had mentioned the bank... which Hayden hadn't. And they both knew it.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:18:22 AM

"How'd you know--" Hayden started.

Suddenly Megan's eyes and mouth dropped open, and she grabbed the wheel; at the same time, a similarly startled Grace opened the door and grabbed Hayden's arm. Before the blonde - the only one who hadn't heard the gunshot, the sound of Frank thudding, and Roselyn shouting the codephrase - could ask what the fuck she was doing she was pulled inside at speed, helped along by Megan starting the van *fast*.

As the driver turned and drove furiously towards the bank, Grace shoved the startled reporter into the rear and climbed back after her. If the van had had a rear window, Hayden could have seen the Channel 7 unit parked and now abandoned in the street.

"What the FUCK are you doing?!?" Hayden shouted, as Grace pinned her down and regretted the others taking all the guns - some kind of persuasive tactics would have been useful.

"Be quiet and play nice, Panties. I'll have that kiss now..."

"You can kiss my ass! And my name's PANETTIERE, dammit!"

"I might just hold you to that," Grace panted as Hayden struggled. Holding down a sexy little blonde was fun, but she had other things to worry about; the cops were almost on site, and there was no way the gang was going to be able to leave before they got there.

"You were right, Foxy," she called back to Megan as the least welcome sound in the world - police sirens - drew nearer. "We got company."

* * * * * * * * * *

If there'd been a contest to see who was the most horrified of all the people in the San Francisco Union Bank, Lucy Hale would have walked it; the teacher screamed to the heavens when Frank's dead body landed beside her. The spell broken, Lucy scrambled to her feet and started to run for the door.

"DON'T!"

Blake Lively was nervous, and she was disgusted at Jaime Pressly, but she was still part of the gang. Having quickly retrieved her gun, she had it aimed at Lucy again; the small woman's dark, frightened eyes widened as she looked into the barrel of the Beretta.

"Please, I just wanna get OUT of here!" she pleaded.

"You will..." Blake said, trying not to let the gun shake as she took Lucy by an arm. "You're just coming with us... with the cash there. Pick it up."

"Why can't you..." Lucy started, before she realised Blake's hands were occupied. She lifted the heavy bag up.

Emma Roberts and Shay Mitchell emerged from the passageway on the double, Shay holding the bags filled with cash and being "hustled" along by Emma. "One of you give me a hand keeping an eye on baby girl!" Emma shouted, holding out her free hand, soon filled with Jaime's spare gun which the blonde handed her en route to the teller's desk, and while the safecracker turned on Shay.

"But I got you your money - what do you want with me?!" Shay pleaded.

"The cops are out there. You just became our travel insurance... Yeah, I'm naked. You got a problem with that?!?" Emma snapped, glaring at some of the more wide-eyed customers. (Since Emma refused to wear ANYTHING while in action, even the mask she had worn into the vault and left there with the jumpsuit, this left Roselyn Sanchez and Jaime as the only members [who the innocents knew of] still sporting disguises.)

JoAnna Garcia was every bit as nervous as the other tellers when Jaime approached the desk; even more so, because she had seen the look in the blonde's eyes when she'd killed that poor boy. And that look was nowhere near gone when she got right up to JoAnna and brought the gun up. The teller mentally started praying that it would be quick...

"You heard Lady Godiva there," the blonde said. "You just became our travel insurance."

Inside, JoAnna became a mixture of relief (they weren't about to kill her) and fear (travel insurance?).

"Move it, Red! I ain't asking you again!"

JoAnna moved it, glancing at her colleagues as she got out from being the counter. With Jaime's gun on the redhead all the way, she joined the rapidly retreating gang members and the hostages, weapons aimed at the customers as they made for the doors. She was practically next to the flustered, worried Shay; both looked almost grateful to be together, and Lucy was just glad that it was Blake holding her at gunpoint. As crooked as she might be, at least Lucy wouldn't be held by someone who wanted to freaking rape her.

"They can't hurt us, Shay..." JoAnna said to the teller. "They just need us to get out of here."

Shay nodded, hoping that the slips Jaime had made had been forgotten.

Glancing back, Roselyn could see the van through the thick glass, right in position. And a little farther away, she could also make out several blue-and-white vehicles.

"HEY, COPS!" Jaime shouted through the door. "We got us some hostages and we're taking them for a ride! You wanna start shooting be my guest, but you might just hit one of them..."

* * * * * * * * * *

The San Francisco Police Department had contingency plans for everything. Terrorist attacks, natural disasters, race and sexual preference-related riots, toxic chemical spills, over-zealous sports fans, and even alien invasion - though that particular file had a metric ton of dust upon it.

But among all those files was a very clear and very detailed response to an armed robbery at each and every bank in the entire city. Sorted by bank location, level of severity, and number of robbers involved, these files were only recently uploaded to an online computer system that allowed senior police officers to access them on laptops from inside their patrol cars. San Francisco Union Bank’s heist was the first time Lt. Simon Archer had the opportunity to use the new system.

So far, he wasn’t all that impressed.

“What do you mean, you THINK there was an explosion inside a few minutes ago?!” Archer screamed into his radio. “Was there an explosion or wasn’t there?!”

“I don’t know, sir!” the officer on the other side called back. “The witness THOUGHT he heard something that SOUNDED like an explosion.”

“God damn it!” Archer muttered, pounding on the keys of his keyboard. IF what little information they had was correct, 3 heavily armed robbers, all wearing ski masks, had stormed into the bank an undetermined number of minutes ago - under a half-hour was the guess, but since no alarms had gone up until something had happened to the vault itself, no one outside the bank knew for sure.

The plan Archer was trying to pull up was a detailed disposition of where to place the rapidly arriving, but scattered response from the cops. The SWAT Team, which would handle the situation if the robbers tried to actually hole up in the bank, was still ten minutes out, apparently caught up in some sort of traffic issue. As it was, Archer and his Patrol car was only the third police unit to arrive, behind another patrol car with a guy ten days from retirement and a rookie in it, and a foot-patrol officer who’d been flagged down by whatever witness was claiming there might have been an explosion.

Finally, the laptop beeped with the download, and a painfully simple diagram of the bank and the surrounding buildings came up on the screen. As Archer watched, red dots appeared on the map, showing where he should place police officers and snipers - Snipers? He didn’t have any god damn snipers! - to contain the robbers. Assuming there were only 3 of them, and assuming they were going to hole up in the bank and try and negotiate their way out.

The diagram stopped at 57 dots.

“Great. Only short 54 men to do this job,” Archer grumbled. “And a fucking helicopter or six.”

“Where do you want us, Simon?” one of the officers called out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Archer grumbled. “Bass, take Archibald over and cover the south side of the building - there’s another exit there. “I’ll cover the front until more help gets here.” Archer scanned the scene with his binoculars. Couldn’t see anything in the bank itself, but the vultures were already here. At least one News Van - Channel 7 - was on the scene, and another was pulling in. Also Channel 7 - those guys were either very thorough, or didn’t give a fuck about their gas budget…

Archer was distracted as a very cute, young looking blonde popped out of the news van, followed by a camera crew, and raced to start setting up. He recognized her - most heterosexual men in San Fran recognized Ashley Benson and her killer legs - and groaned. He did NOT want to be caught on camera fucking this up. He took a second to check his hair in the mirror - he told himself it was for the camera, not the major hottie in front of it.

“We let these guys get away, Chief Humphrey’s going to have your ass,” Bass commented over the radio.

“Humphrey can suck my cock, for all I care,” Archer shot back. “He wants me to do this job, he can fucking pay for that damn hostile negotiation class I wanted to take last year.”

* * * * * * * * * *

It had been a very slow, very painful morning for Troian Bellisario. The pain in her asshole was gradually relenting... no, more like g-r-a-d-u-a-l-l-y relenting; she'd managed to drag herself off the bed and gingerly get on jeans and a T-shirt, relieved that this time she'd remembered to shut the curtains so the husband of Maddie Harrington next door didn't get himself another free show.

Carrying herself into the kitchen to stock up on snacks and drink and then heading into the living room wincing every inch of the way, Troian blessed whoever invented remote controls as she put the set on; Channel 7 filled the room up with son et lumiere. The brunette cracked a grin; Hayden was such a suck-up, always leaving it on their workplace before she turned in. But today she had a good reason, and Troian was glad she'd remembered to log the evening news in the TiVo before turning in. She lowered herself onto the sofa and toyed with the remote control, glancing at the clock. "Oooh, almost time for 'Reba,'" she said with a smile. "Hot older woman alert..."

"This Is A Channel 7 Breaking Story!"

Reba McEntire and company disappeared from her mind as work came to the forefront; the OTT graphics flew from the screen to show the Channel 7 newsroom, and Tony Romano and his inability to keep from capitalising every word he said behind the desk, wearing his serious face. The Big One? Bad guys attacking?

"The San Francisco Union Bank Is Under Siege! This Morning A Gang Of Armed Thieves Has Broken Into The Bank And Are Currently In A Standoff With The Police. Ashley Benson, Live From The Scene, Reports..."

Great. Like her ass wasn't hurting enough already.

"They made their move not long after eleven," Ashley said, brushing the hair from her eyes from time to time. "They're in the van that you can see behind me, parked in front of the bank. I'm reliably informed that hostages are in there, but details are sketchy as to how many, or how many robbers there actually are."

"And I Understand We May Have One Of Our Own In There, Ashley."

"That's right, Tony. Hayden Panettiere phoned the station earlier with this message..."

"HAYDEN??!?" Troian screamed at the screen, as a picture of her beloved's face appeared on the screen with "HAYDEN PANETTIERE - Earlier Today" underneath, accompanied by a not-too-clear recording of the blonde:

"It's usually pretty busy running up to lunchtime, but no one's been coming out for a while. The woman who tipped me off... I didn't get her name because she said she couldn't hang around for long, so I think she could be a hostage. I'm going to get a little closer and report back then..."

Troian had been looking forward to Hayden being on TV, but not like this. She scrambled for the phone as the image cut back to Ashley.

"When I got here I didn't see Hayden anywhere, but the Channel 7 mobile unit she brought was parked across from the bank; it's being returned to the station now. Until we hear otherwise, we can only assume that Hayden is one of the hostages..."

Troian frantically dialled the station - her first inclination had been to call Hayden on her cellphone, but the robbers might have taken it, or hear it ringing and kill her to shut her up. But she had to talk to SOMEBODY... maybe the station would be able to help her find out who'd called.

"Yeah, I just saw it... I know! I'm crapping myself worrying about Hayden... Must have been quite a tip. When'd they call the station?... WHAT? You're sure?... That's what she said? You sure?... Uh-huh... Thanks, I'll stay tuned..."

Troian hung up, baffled. Whoever had passed on the tip hadn't called the station... they'd called Hayden on her own cellphone. And her baby, friendly though she was, only gave her number to family, very close friends - REALLY close, in Troian's case - and to her work colleagues. Hayden had probably been in such a rush to cover that tip that it wouldn't have occurred to her to wonder why they called her directly.

Whoever had passed on the tip had specifically wanted Hayden to be down there... and there was only one person who Troian could think of who wanted that. But that would mean she was mixed up with the robbers... and the worst of it was, she would not have put it past an ambitious little tramp like Ashley.

The news flash was over, but Troian Bellisario was in no mood for "Reba." At all.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Movement! Got a van racing towards the bank!”

“FUCK!” Archer swore, popping up out of his patrol car and drawing his pistol. He was barely on his feet, with his gun leveled towards the bank by the time the van screeched to a halt next to the front door. There was maybe ten feet between the van and the front door - not much room for anyone but the snipers Archer didn’t have to get a shot in, with the van blocking most of the space between from Archer’s view.

“Where’s my helicopter?” Archer screamed into his microphone as he waited, praying more help would arrive. Like that damn SWAT Team he’d been promised. Or even just a more senior officer to take the blame when the shit hit the fan.

“What do we do, Archer?” one of the other cops on the scene asked.

“Don’t shoot - whatever you do, don’t shoot unless they start shooting first, or try and get in that van,” he ordered. He glanced over at the news crew - still just Channel 7 and the leggy Ashley Benson, who was clearly doing a live broadcast now.

"HEY, COPS!" a loud female voice shouted through the door. "We got us some hostages and we're taking them for a ride! You wanna start shooting be my guest, but you might just hit one of them..."

“Fuck,” Archer groaned, seeing his entire career go up as women - women? - started racing from the bank to the van, two of them wearing ski masks, three of them holding other women in front of them, clearly as hostages, and one of them stark naked.

“What the fuck?” Bass’ voice came over the radio. “Are they all chicks?”

“And is that girl naked?” Archibald’s voice cut in. “Is she a hostage or a robber?”

“Who cares - dibs on putting the cuffs on her,” Bass said.

“No way, you got to cuff that drunk stripper who tried to pick pocket Judge Buckner last week.”

“Would you two SHUT UP?!” Archer yelled at them. “Where the fuck is everyone else?!”

It took less than fifteen seconds for the girls to all jump into the van, and the vehicle took off before the door was even closed. Archer stood there for a long second, his jaw somewhat slack.

Then he realized just what he’d witnessed. “GET IN YOUR CAR AND GO AFTER THEM!!!!” Archer screamed, leaping back into his car, acutely aware that the he was going to have to race past the Channel 7 News Van to go after the robbers. Dreading the fact that his face was going to be all over TV as the idiot cop who’d screwed this all up, Archer started to mentally compose his resignation letter.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Who the fuck is this?” Jaime Pressly said as she practically landed atop Hayden Panettiere.

“You weren’t the only one with troubles,” Megan Fox snapped as the girls and their hostages jumped into the van. She glared at Roselyn Sanchez. “What happened in there?”

“Nothing good,” Roselyn said, looking back at Emma Roberts. “Where are your clothes?”

“I work better nude, sue me,” Emma said, trying to get up off all fours and into a seat.

“Oooh, is that your scar?” Grace Park asked, reaching out and touching the small bite mark on Emma’s rear end. “It’s so cute!”

“Grace, concentrate!” Roselyn snapped. “Are the cops after us?”

The sudden flashing of red and blue lights from behind the van answered that question.

“Okay, there are too many people in this van!” Megan said, swerving through an intersection against the lights, forcing cars coming from the opposite direction to screech out of her way. The two cop cars following them followed along quickly. “I can’t get any speed!”

“We took the slimmest hostages we could find!” Jaime replied, her hand suspiciously upon poor little Lucy Hale’s skirt-covered rump. “Left the fatties behind.”

“Please, don’t hurt us!” JoAnna said. “Just let us out, we won’t tell them anything, will we, Shay?”

“Shut up,” Shay said, trying to step over Hayden and approach the front of the van. Megan’s driving wasn’t making that any easier. “How can we help, Megan?”

“Sit the fuck down, for starters,” Megan said.

“And use that rope to tie up the hostages,” Roselyn added. “Jaime, I know your trigger finger works - you feel like shooting at some cops?”

“Boss Lady, you just about made me cream my panties,” Jaime said, hefting her MP5 and moving towards the back of the van. Megan took a sharp right turn, throwing everyone about harshly, and Grace landed in Emma’s lap.

“Ooh, can I sit here for the rest of the ride?” Grace asked, her eyes locked on Emma’s naked titties.

“NO!” Roselyn, Blake and Emma all shouted together.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh, girl can’t get any during a heist anymore.”

“Grace, I swear, if you help Megan get us out of this mess, I’ll let you lick my ass-scar,” Emma pleaded as the hot Asian reluctantly slipped off her naked legs.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Grace said, her eyes running down Emma’s body one more time and actually licking her lips before turning back to her laptop.

“You - you’re a part of all this?” JoAnna asked, her face white with shock as Shay tied the redhead’s hands with rope.

“Sorry,” Shay said with a sad little smile. “I didn’t have a choice. None of us did.”

“Speak for yourself, Pouty-Lips,” Jaime said, stepping over them. “Blake, come here and hold my belt, would’ya?”

“Your belt?” Blake asked, carefully stepping over Hayden and Lucy. “What do I need to hold your belt for?”

“So I don’t go flying out the back when I do this!” Jaime said right before kicking the back doors open. As they swung out, she stepped right up to the edge of the van, lifted her MP5 to her hips in a two handed grip, and started firing away at the two cop cars behind them, full auto.

Blake yelped and leapt for Jaime’s belt, managing to get her fingers around the leather strap before Megan swerved around a slow moving VW Bug. Jaime staggered and nearly tipped out of the van, and would have if Blake hadn’t been pulling her back in.

“WOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Jaime cried out happily. “Now THIS is fun!”

“If you aren’t going to HIT the cops, close the damn doors!” Megan screamed back at her. “You’re adding drag!”

“Drag this!” Jaime shouted back, firing off another dozen rounds from her gun, this time stitching a line of holes through the hood and windshield of the cop car directly behind her. None of the girls could tell if she actually HIT the cop driving it, but the car spun out of control and slammed into a passing trolly.

“Holy shit!” Jaime exclaimed. “I did NOT plan that, but it was AWESOME!”

“Oh my god, do you know how many people you just killed?!?!” Shay screamed.

“Nope - Kung-Pow Hottie, can you look that up on the internet?” Jaime asked, looking expectantly at Grace.

“Not now she can’t!” Roselyn cut in. “Grace! Directions! Now!”

“Take a left here, Megan!” Grace called out, her fingers flying over her keyboard.

“Here?!” Megan asked.

“Yes, here!” Grace cried. The van shifted violently, and Jaime once again nearly went flying out the back as everyone else was flung about in their seats.

"How far is the place from here?!" Megan yelled, knowing that this wasn't the quickest route back to the hideout.

"As far as it takes to lose them!" Grace shouted back.

And that might not be for a while, the hacker thought as Megan shot the van through a red light. They might have been down to just one police car in pursuit, but that was still one too many. At least there wasn't any aerial pursuit.

Behind them, Shay was busy securing the insurance. For someone who looked so innocent, Shay really knew how to tie a knot; as much as to avoid JoAnna's shocked and angry eyes as to focus on what she was doing - or as much as she could focus with Megan's driving and Jaime's shooting - she secured Lucy's hands and legs.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:28:46 AM

"We just want you so we can get away," she told the teacher, glancing up at the frightened young woman. Lucy's eyes were telling her she didn't believe them.

In the back of the van, Blake watched over Jaime's shoulder nervously as she held the other blonde's belt, managing to keep her balance and ignoring the squabbling behind her. Jaime was holding her fire until she could see the whites of the cops' eyes; the weight of the robbers, the hostages and the money was working against Megan's driving, and now the partner of the cop behind the wheel was close enough to start taking potshots. And there he was, aiming his gun.

"Not on MY watch!" Jaime howled, opening fire. Bullets sprayed the windshield and left side of the police car, hitting the cop's gun hand. To her disappointment, the hand wasn't actually blown off, but the gun did fly off onto the road. And Jaime saw the driver's head jerk back with a flash of red before the car lost all control, spun into another lane and directly in front of an oncoming... oh, who cared what caused that loud smashing and crashing?

"MISSION AFUCKINGCCOMPLISHED!" she crowed... as a third car started to join in. One of the (hopefully late) cops must have called in for backup, and there it was, zipping through the traffic and heading towards them a lot faster than any of them hoped. And if there was one there just might be others - you didn't go and cause two cop cars to be written off without their friends noticing.

Behind them, Emma noticed the smile on Hayden's face; something had taken her mind off this situation for a moment. Following the reporter's gaze, Emma's eyes fell on Blake's stance in the doorway - her legs were apart to give her purchase, and her ass was sticking out with the dress stretched out over it.

"Forget it," Emma told her. "Blake's into boys."

"I've met straight guys who've sucked cock. Anything's possible..." Hayden said dreamily, before her vantage point was blocked.

"Your turn," said the blocker, Shay. "This won't take long."

"You read my mind," the reporter cackled as Shay leant forward with the ropes.

POW!

Even though the van wasn't taking a corner, Shay landed on the other side among the gang members - for such a tiny girl, Hayden Panettiere packed quite a punch. The tangle that was caused as Shay, Emma and Roselyn tried to extricate each other, yelling as they went, was enough for the reporter to scramble to the front of the van as fast as she dared. No WAY was she going to be held by these thieves - no way.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" JoAnna Garcia asked herself softly.

"Okay, now take the next turning to the right," Grace said urgently. "That'll take you--"

"--right up to where we get off," Hayden interrupted.

"We haven't got time for any shit, little gir..." As she turned to face Hayden and found herself looking right at the barrel of a gun, Grace's voice tailed off.

"I lifted it from that gun-toting blonde when she landed on me," Hayden explained. "You were all so hellbent on getting out she didn't notice it was gone. How about it, Danica Patrick?" she added, looking at Megan.

"How about you sit the fuck back down and stop trying to be a hero?" the driver asked. "Are you gonna shoot me?"

"No. Her," Hayden added, pointing it to Grace's leg. "I'm not a killer, but you don't want to turn up at ER with a whole lot of stolen cash and get people asking questions. They gotta do that with gunshots."

"Aw, come on Pannatone..."

"PANETTIERE!!!"

"Not happening, girlie," Megan said, seeing the turning she wanted; Grace hadn't told her but it was like a gift. Time to kill two birds with one stone. "Going up..."

The van swerved sharply off the road and onto a rising turn, taking it fast enough and suddenly enough for everyone in it to tumble back. Especially Hayden. Scrabbling for a grip, she plunged back among the others, losing hold of the gun which clattered to the floor and slowly started sliding to the back - but grabbing Grace, pulling her roughly with her. "This ain't the time or the place...!" Grace managed to shout as she and Hayden tumbled amongst the others, who tried to separate their colleague from the kicking and thrashing reporter. Hayden had her hands around Grace's throat, Grace desperately trying to pull them off.

The slope wasn't sharp, fortunately for Jaime and Blake in the rear; Blake still had to tense herself a little and hope that Jaime could finish off these cars - SONOFABITCH! Now there were two of them! - before she ran out of ammo. Either that, or hope that Megan could lose them... she turned to scream back "FIND A SHORT CUT!" at the driver and navigator. And saw the face of the navigator a lot closer than she'd hoped; Grace and Hayden were wriggling around in the confined space, with Grace managing to wrench the blonde's hands free and shove her away, extricating herself and hurrying back to the front.

"All of you hold her or we'll never get her tied up!" Roselyn snapped, as Hayden struggled, eyeing the open door. Jumping out was risky, but it was a chance she was prepared to take; hitting she didn't know or care who with her legs, she scrambled for the exit only for Emma to grab her. Hayden's arms flailed out... and hit Blake's legs. Hayden only held on for a couple of seconds, but it was enough for Blake to start to lose her balance.

"NO!!!" she screamed, feeling her grip on Jaime's belt loosen just as the pursuing cars came closer. She tried to tighten it. *Tried.*

Jaime was aiming for the hoods, to get those fuckers off the road and out of their sight. Just as she fired, she fell forward and stopped sharply... Blake had let go, but only for a split-second. But she had stopped so abruptly that Jaime experienced her worst nightmare.

She dropped her gun.

This had to be how it felt for men to have their dicks cut off. "SHIT!" Jaime yelled as the weapon crashed onto the tarmac and she shut her eyes; she couldn't bear to watch FUCKING COPS run over the thing and destroy it. Jaime felt behind her for the gun in her waistband; she needed to show the closing-in boys in blue who was the boss... "Whatthefuckisthiscrap?!?" she growled. Where was her spare?!

Blake had frantically grabbed the doorframe with her free hand, dangling outside at a deadly angle and trying to hold on as the van sped uphill. Jaime wasn't an elephant but she couldn't stay like this forever, and if they both fell out... "GET US IN THERE!" the tall blonde screamed back inside. "PULL US BACK NOW!"

"ONE OF YOU GET THESE GUYS OFF OUR TAILS! I LOST MY PIECES!" Jaime shouted.

Thrashing underneath Emma, Hayden grabbed her hair and yanked back hard as she glimped Jaime's gun. So did Emma. They both went for it - but Shay scooped it up before she headed for Blake, balancing between moving fast enough to get to her and not fast enough to fall victim to the slope. Roselyn also got up, with her gun in her hand, and moved as close to the opening as she could; pressing herself against the side, she aimed at the closest of the cars, both of which contained cops about to open fire at a much closer range than before. And with two ideal targets hanging outside.

"HELP ME!!!" Blake screamed. "I CAN'T HOLD JAIME MUCH LONGER!!!"

"How high is this hill?!?" Shay yelled back at Megan as she reached Blake. Praying, she leaned forward and circled Blake's waist with one arm, aiming at the cars with the other as she started to pull Blake back inside; Blake, getting a slightly better hold on Jaime with one hand and bringing her other arm off the door frame to get a better grip, started in turn to bring her colleague back up.

Shay and Roselyn fired, both aiming at the tyres; Shay missed - but Roselyn didn't. The front tyres of one of the cars burst, sending it veering away and screeching off the road and down the side of the slope. It thundered down to the bottom, crashing to a stop. But that still left one, on the verge of touching the van.

"Hit the damn drivers!" Jaime snarled. "Here, gimme that and I'll show you how it's..."

It was at that moment that Megan crested the top of the hill, sending the van airborne as it flew onto the other side. Grace couldn't resist a "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" and all the ladies, including Jaime, screamed in a mixture of fright and adrenaline. She, Blake and Shay had a particularly great view as the car fell away, temporarily out of sight and the wheels briefly off the ground. With a reverberating thud the van landed, and Blake and Jaime tumbled back inside, landing on Shay and joining the others; only Roselyn managed to stay up, but she almost lost her gun.

As a kid, one of Megan's favourite movies had been "Duel"; now here she was taking one of those great downhill drives with loads of hairpin bends. Even though she was driving something bigger than a car, she did not want to wind up like the truck driver in that film; they'd been approaching 70 even uphill, and it wasn't getting any slower downhill. And the sound of that hot reporter still putting up a fight back there wasn't helping...

Although Jaime didn't need Blake to hold her as long as they were going downhill, she still needed the guns just in case that car managed to get closer. A couple of hand gestures later, Shay and Roselyn handed her the weapons.

"Thank you kindly... WAIT A MINUTE! How'd you get my backup, brown sugar?" Jaime asked Shay.

"That blonde had it," Shay replied, knowing better than to point out that she was more biracial than black.

"I saw her hit your friend's legs as well," Lucy added.

"No one likes a tattletale," Hayden said as she shot a whole sheath of daggers at Lucy.

"So it's your fault I lost that piece of mine?" Jaime snapped, returning the daggers to Hayden. "Taking guns to try and escape I got no real problem with - hey, I'd do the same thing - but you do NOT. Make me LOSE. MY GUNS! EVER!!!"

"She's not kidding," Roselyn added.

"This here is a personal favourite of mine, and if it had fallen out of this van I swear I'd have thrown you after it."

"Thank you," Hayden smiled.

"Anyway that car's probably next to us so it's Wheelie's problem. You, on the other hand... gimme the ropes, Brownie."

"She has a name, you know," Emma muttered as Shay gave Jaime the ropes and jumped on Hayden - and took the reporter's feet on her chest for her troubles. This was gonna be tough.

"This is gonna be tough," Grace said, looking out the window.

Megan followed her glance - the other car had managed to catch up to and draw alongside the van as Jaime had guessed. Megan stared out of the window at the cops - they were actually indicating that she should pull over... what were they, freaking Canadians?

"Pull over THIS!" she shouted, giving them the bird with one hand as she brought the van against the side of the car with the other. The car shuddered slightly but stayed nearby, as Megan stamped on the accelerator and swerved in for another shot. Knocking it a little further, she pulled away as she took each curve down, hoping that there wouldn't be another CAR!

Some jackass in the kind of car she stole a lot had taken the next turning at the speed of light and was going right for them. Megan spun the wheel and screeched around the loser behind the wheel with only a splitsecond to spare, then just as sharply brought it back round before she sent the van over the edge of the slope.

"Learn to drive, fuckwit!" Grace shouted out the window to the departing speedster. "Sheesh. Who taught these people, Stevie Wonder?!?"

In the back of the van, Hayden was living out a fantasy most of the women in the van had had at one time or another; being the centre of attention among several very hot ladies, most of whom had a hand on some part of her anatomy. Even though there wasn't much space she struggled and thrashed and kicked, and in Emma's case she had even tried to give a good tit twist (and why was this girl naked anyway? Weirdo).

"Damn, girl moves like an eel!" Jaime said as she slapped away Hayden's arms, a lot more impressed than she let on. "You like this in bed?"

"Are you ALWAYS on?" Emma asked, trying to force Hayden's legs together. JoAnna and Lucy had the same thought, but they just looked on, both having decided to just wait it out. With Jaime being the only real psycho in the bunch maybe numbers would keep them safe from her.

"Is it her fault that we've got three sexy hostages?" Shay pointed out, not seeing the not-entirely-displeased look on JoAnna's face, even in this situation.

Hayden got a leg loose to kick Emma right in the crotch; her eyes widened when she got a feel of how surprisingly moist the safecracker was - a very quick feel, because Roselyn pushed the leg back down. "Don't you know that only works with boys?" Emma laughed.

Blake didn't miss the knowing glance all the other members gave her. She just rolled her eyes as she helped Jaime clamp Hayden's arms together, wondering why none of them had brought any strong tape - the reporter's stream of profanity wasn't helping.

"Did you say something about a shortcut?" Megan asked Grace.

"Around here? You got some kind of dimension-opening thing up your snatch? 'Cause that's the only way you're getting a shortcut."

"Maybe not..." Megan pointed out the window. There was still some way to get to the road at the base of the hill if they continued this way, but...

Grace got it at once. "Oh no. Ohhhh no...."

"Ohhhh yes. We got a long way to go and a short time to get there - hang on, Nerd Girl..."

The next curve on the road went to the left but Megan spun the van to the right, shooting it off the road and onto the slope, hurtling it down the side and making the ride a lot bumpier than before. The money bags bounced along each stone and bump on the ground, and so did all three bound hostages (although Hayden still insisted on fighting the bonds). And so did the robbers.

Blake was trying to make herself as comfortable as she could in such cramped quarters, but Hayden was directly opposite her and she got no comfort from knowing that Hayden's gaze was transfixed on her breasts and the way they bounced up and down with each jiggle. She was willing to bet money that all the other ladies in the back of the van (except possibly Lucy) were having a look as well.

"No offence to Shay, but is there anyone in this setup who ISN'T a lesbian hobbit?" Blake sighed.

"I like guys," Lucy piped up timidly. She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Is it your fault you're so hot you're upstaging a girl who's fucking naked?" Hayden pointed out.

Blake broke into a huge grin. Emma very definitely did not.

This journey wasn't doing the undercarriage of the van much good, but unless the police car had jet engines there was no way it would get to the bottom before Megan did. And there was the road right ahead; fairly busy with early afternoon traffic. Megan turned the van to bring it off the base of the slope and into the flow of the traffic, cutting right into a small gap and in front of a bus, ignoring all the honks. The car was way behind them now, but not so far behind that they couldn't see it.

"You bought us some time but not enough!" Grace shouted. "And the nearest exit is a damn entrance!"

"Say what now?"

"It's a one-way road!"

"Will it get us to home base sooner?"

"If it doesn't get us all killed it will!"

"You get lemons, you make lemonade. Now let's see if we got a Duke on our tail or a Cletus..."

"Weren't the Dukes deputies once?"

"Not helping!"

Cutting through cars and bikes like quicksilver, Megan got to the turnoff and added yet another traffic violation to the long list by diving into oncoming traffic. Megan veered from one lane to the next and back, waiting for Grace to tell her when she could turn, and darting away from everything from cars to buses, literally scraping past a couple. This was ironically a little easier than those bends earlier - at least she knew everything was coming for her, so it kept her alert.

The robbers and hostages continued to be thrown around like ragdolls in the back. "I thought she was supposed to be a good driver!" Emma muttered.

"We're still in one piece and we're still moving, aren't we?" Roselyn pointed out.

"'Sides, the sooner we get home the sooner I can have a few words with the hobbit over yonder," Jaime added, glancing at Hayden. "You owe me for my gun, and I'm taking it right out of your ass."

"That girl up there with the driver has first dibs," the reporter parried.

"Who said I was going for YOU first?" Jaime winked at Lucy.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:37:57 AM

Grace avoided the storm outside the window by studying the route onscreen. "We're nearly there... you need to turn to the right NOW!"

Megan spun the van around and took it down the turning, doing a little more dodging of cars and sending a couple veering aside before bringing it into the right road, screeching it into the proper lane and hurtling it towards home. Behind them, the luckless police car and two other vehicles that had been caught up in the same accident lay in a smoking wreck, as traffic started to back up in that direction and making any further pursuit problematic for the time being.

"Barring any more hangers-on we should be there in about fifteen minutes," Grace sighed in relief.

"You hear that?" Megan shouted to the back. "We lost 'em!"

The robbers all broke into perfectly timed applause; perfectly timed because it was at this moment that Hayden's cellphone, tucked away inside her dress, vibrated; nobody noticed, fortunately for Miss Panettiere. Unfortunately, neither did Hayden herself. Not yet, anyway.

* * * * * * * * * *

As she locked the door, Troian Bellisario prayed that Hayden would be able to read the message she had sent her. And that she managed to read it before she kept her appointment.

"Mushroom - A's in on the robbery and she set you up. My ass still hurts but so will hers when I get my hands on her. Luv you, Troi."
* * * * * * * * * *

The van arrived outside the abandoned Victoria’s Secret and pretty much died right there on the spot. The muffler dropped off and clattered on the pavement, and one of the axles finally gave out, dropping the front of the battered vehicle down on its front bumper, the two forward tires going in opposite directions.
For a long moment, nothing happened, then a very naked Emma Roberts jumped out of the van, rushed to the nearest trashcan in the alley, and proceeded to throw up.
“It wasn’t THAT bad a trip,” Megan Fox muttered, sliding out of the driver’s side door - but even she was a bit shaky on her feet.
“You did well, Megan,” Roselyn said.
“Sweet, Tats, you got us all here in one piece,” Jaime Pressly said, jumping out the back and looking around with a shit-eating grin on her face. There wasn’t a cop in sight. “Now let's get upstairs, get our money, and go our separate ways.”
 “What about the hostages?” Shay asked, glancing back into the van where Hayden, Lucy and JoAnna all laid, finally secured enough that they couldn’t move.
 Jaime checked her gun. “I got three more bullets-”
“NO!” Roselyn snapped. “No more killing, you’ve done too much already.”
“Hey, boss lady, you’re the one who told me to shoot at the cops,” Jaime pointed out.
“No one told you to shoot that guy in the bank,” Blake Lively snarled as she climbed out of the van, Grace Park right behind her.
“Ain’t my fault - and it weren’t my gun he was grabbin’ for, Legs McBlondie,” Jaime said.
“I don’t care!” Roselyn said. “Emma, are you okay?”
“Dramamine,” Emma said, finally lifting her head from the barrel and looking right at Megan. “Next time I ride with you, Dramamine.”
“Whatever,” Megan said. “Why are you naked again?”
“I work better naked!” Emma snapped. “God damn it, I like the freedom of movement, okay?! No clothes getting in the way of my work! I can reach anything I need to!”
“But you aren’t working now,” Grace pointed out.
Emma’s mouth snapped shut. For half a second, a confused look crossed her face, and then she ran for the stairs leading back up to the hideout.
“All right, everyone else, pair up and grab a hostage. Let’s get them upstairs before we’re spotted. Bad enough to have a naked teenager running around with us, three tied up mamacitas isn’t going to help our low profile.”
“Fine,” Jaime said. “But as soon as I get my cut, I’m outta here. As fun as this was, you girls are all a bunch of bitches to work with.”
“Right back at you - so how are we doing this?” Blake asked, looking in at three VERY angry and bound hostages.
 * * * * * * * * * *
In the end, the robbers took the hostages up the stairs still tied, each with improvised gags in their mouths, provided from the ripped hemline of Blake’s dress, exposing even more of the blonde’s legs. With the possible exception of Jaime, none of the robbers were all that muscular, but that wasn’t that big a problem, since Lucy and Hayden were tiny little things, and even JoAnna, while several inches taller than either of the other two, wasn’t that much heavier. Roselyn and Jaime hefted the redhead up the stairs, followed by Megan and Grace with Hayden - Grace’s hands placed none-too-subtly upon Hayden’s breasts - and Blake and Shay took little Lucy up last. Had anyone seen them, it would’ve been awfully clear something awful was going on - three bound women being hauled into an abandoned building by six others never looked all that good anyway - but again the robbers' luck held out, and no one raised a hue and cry before the door was closed behind Shay.
“Okay, where do we put the dead weight?” Jaime asked, looking around the room. Roselyn put down JoAnna’s tied legs and glanced about, realizing there was only two other rooms besides the main one or the bathroom. This really wasn’t a hideout designed for 10 women to hang out in for long - especially if 3 of them didn’t want to be there.
“The closer one,” Roselyn decided quickly. “There’s a bed in there, right?”
“Yeah,” Emma said, coming out of the room in question, now clad in a skin-tight T-shirt and a pair of short-shorts cut so high up on her young legs that the inside of her pockets hung down beneath the frayed, cut-off edges. “But before you throw them in there, I’ve got a question for you - where’s Rhona?”
* * * * * * * * * *
Tammin Sursok hated her job.
She should’ve loved it. After all, she’d gone to school and graduated early with exceptional grades, to work at the FBI. But wunderkinds weren’t exactly the most popular people in the FBI, and so here she was, 6 months out of Quantico, and doing little more than fetching coffee and bringing messages back and forth the San Francisco Officer, about as far away from where she wanted to be as possible.
“Hey, BJ, looking good today,” Agent Smythe remarked as he passed Tammin in the hallway. She sighed - if she hadn’t been carrying a tray of coffees and a bag of bagels in her hands, and carrying a sheaf of important papers in her mouth, she would’ve either said something to him or at least made an obscene gesture or two towards him. Instead, she just took the none-too-subtle comment and went with it.
BJ was her nickname around the office, and she was thankful it had been shortened to just that. Originally, it had been the full moniker of “Blow Job Lips,” given to her by one of the senior agents in the office when Tammin made the mistake of sucking on a straw during one of her meetings. The name had stuck, and for the next two weeks she’d heard every possible blow job joke, scene every possible picture/video of oral sex being performed, and been propositioned by pretty much every guy in the office - and half the girls, too. This WAS San Francisco, after all.
After a while, the nickname had shortened to “BJ Lips” before finally becoming just “BJ,” but she still got emailed dirty videos at least once a week, and got propositioned maybe two or three times a month. Mostly by fellow agents, though occasionally by senior officers who she couldn’t really turn down.
Tammin had considered herself bisexual before coming to San Fran. Now, she hated the taste of sperm so much, she doubted she’d ever date a guy again.
Not that she had much time for dating.
Unlike her immediate boss, that was.
Tammin opened the door to her boss’ office, and wasn’t at all surprised to find her secretary, Beverley, missing from her desk. Tammin’s immediate boss was just as busy as Tammin was, but she made time for dating the old fashioned way - by sleeping with her secretary whenever she had the chance. Knowing what she’d find on the other side, but not really caring, Tammin proceeded towards her boss’ door and managed to open it with her pinky finger without losing the bag of bagels.
Sure enough, Tammin’s boss, Jessica Biel, sat upon her desk, her fancy suit coat on the floor, her button-up dress shirt unbuttoned down to her navel, her panty-hose clad legs spread wide beneath her short, short skirt, and her secretary, Beverley, kneeling before the desk, her head between Jessica’s thighs, clearly performing acts on Jessica that could be considered against the FBI’s Inter-Office Dating Regulations.
“Oh, good, Tammin’s here with the coffee,” Jessica said, pushing Beverley away by her chestnut-colored hair. Tammin’s eyes darted to Jessica’s bald pussy, and for half a second, she was insanely jealous of Beverley Mitchell, whose face was coated with Jessica’s juices when she stood up and gave the senior agent room to jump down off her desk.
“Hello, Tammin,” Beverley said, with an all-too-smug look upon her face.
“Good morning, Beverley,” Tammin said after she was able to put the coffees down and pull the files out of her mouth. “Getting an early start this morning?”
“It’s after noon, sweetie,” Beverley said, swatting Tammin’s ass as she walked by to take her seat outside at her desk. “We call this an afternoon delight.”
“Whatever,” Tammin grumbled.
“What’ve you got there?” Jessica asked as she began to re-button her shirt.
“Daily logs from Banks and Delahoy, only three weeks late this time,” Tammin said. “Deputy Director Stevens wants you on a conference call about the recent gun smuggling bust down in LA, and your yearly medical review is in here, too - you aren’t pregnant, in case you were wondering.”
“Thank God,” Jessica said, ignoring the pile of papers Tammin tried to hand her and instead grabbing one of the coffees. “I mean, yeah, it’d have to be an immaculate conception for me to BE knocked up, but I totally don’t have time for a baby right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tammin said.
“Anything else going on I need to know about?”
“Only that Agent Bell is late for work. Again,” Tammin said, frowning.
“Damn it Kristen,” Jessica said, sipping her coffee. “I swear, if she wasn’t the best in this entire building - and a total hottie - I’d have her transferred to someplace so far off the map, she’d be all alone in her own FBI office. Someplace like Vermont or something.”
“She might enjoy that too much,” Tammin pointed out.
Jessica paused to consider that. “You’re right. Still, get her in here. She’s ever further behind on her paperwork than Banks and Delahoy were.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:39:29 AM

“She called in, Miss Biel,” Tammin said. “She said unless we’ve got an actual case for her, she’s busy.”
“Did she get promoted over me or something?” Jessica growled. “Get her in-” She was cut off when Agent Smythe appeared in her doorway, out of breath.
“Got a bank robbery, Biel - one dead at the scene, the robbers got away, shooting up some cop cars along the way. Director Daniels wants you and Bell on it, ASAP.”
Jessica sighed, and glanced at Tammin. “Go tell Bell we’ve actually got a case for her.”
“Yes, Miss Biel,” Tammin said. She didn’t move from her spot.
“Something else, Miss Sursok?” Jessica asked as she grabbed her jacket and smoothed out her clothes.
“Yes, ma’am. I did my primary focus while at The Farm on Organized and Violent Bank Heists. I was hoping I could-”
“Fine, you can tag along,” Biel said. “But mostly because I know Bell won’t get me coffee, and even if she did, I’d never trust her to NOT spit in it. Now go call in our wayward agent. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes! FUCK YES! Fuck me with your big, hard cock Jackson! Fuck me so fucking hard I can’t fucking fuck straight for a fucking week!”
Kristen Bell, FBI Special Agent, currently on assignment in the San Francisco area, smiled as she maneuvered her lithe little body across the bed, feeling the cool air upon her sweaty skin and relishing the sensation. As she slunk across, she laid down next to the man and woman - Jackson and Malin Akerman, respectively - who she was currently spending a VERY fun day with. And by fun, she meant sex. Dirty, nasty, threesome sex where one lucky guy - Jackson - got to have his way with his wife and her new best friend/drinking buddy/lesbian lover, Kristen.
It was, arguably, all in the line of duty, Kristen thought as she watched Jackson’s cock slamming in and out of Malin’s dripping wet cunt. Jackson was a low-level accountant in an organized crime ring so clandestine that Kristen had been hunting for it for the last four years. She knew next to nothing about it, except for the fact that it seemed to be headed by a woman, and Kristen didn’t have any more than a first name for her.
Rhona.
There had been some evidence linking shell corporations possibly linked to Rhona’s supposed organization in San Fran eight months ago, so Kristen had gotten herself reassigned to the homosexual capital of the United States, and spent most of her time since then trying to track down any sort of lead. Jackson and his beautiful wife were the first one she’d managed to find, and when Malin had started coming on to Kristen, she happily accepted, hoping she could bring about this exact situation.
A threesome with Malin’s husband.
Now, as husband and wife fucked like jackrabbits on the bed next to her, Kristen couldn’t help but smile - partly because she was finally getting closer to someone somehow connected to this Rhona woman, and partly because she Malin was so smoking hot that Kristen couldn’t say no to her.
“Mmm, fuck baby, fucking look at Kristen’s fucking ass!” Malin said, actually taking her hands onto Jackson’s face and turning it towards where Kristen lay on her stomach, her bare bubble butt exposed to the air behind her.
“It’s awesome,” Jackson said, drilling his wife even harder.
“Don’t you fucking want to fuck it? Fuck her sweet fucking bubble butt into the fucking ground?”
Kristen swore to herself. She wasn’t a big fan of anal sex from guys - they never got just how they had to move to make a woman climax from anal. Kristen had never orgasmed from anal sex with guys. Only other women, equipped with strap-on cocks had ever gotten Kristen off through the back door.
But still, Jackson was her link, and if it got him to trust her…
Kristen smiled and turned her ass towards Malin and Jackson, wiggling her butt a little in their faces. They separated at once, Jackson kneeling behind Kristen while Malin moved to lay next to her, stopping long enough to kiss Bell on the lips once, passionately. Kristen would’ve much rather continued just making out with the other woman, but Jackson was already lining his cock up with Kristen’s backdoor.
“Be gentle,” was all Kristen had time to eek out before Jackson penetrated her ass, sinking a good couple of inches of his cock into the undercover FBI agent in one swift movement.
“OHFUCK!” Kristen exclaimed, wincing from the pain. Jackson was too much like every other guy who’d taken Kristen up the butt. She sighed to herself as he started to work his way deeper into her. Why couldn’t it be Malin with a strap-on doing this part?
And then her phone rang. She knew it was hers at once from the ring tone, and this time swore aloud. “I’m sorry,” she said, not really meaning it. “I’ve gotta take that.”
“But-” Jackson started to protest, glaring down at his cock, no longer buried in Kristen’s ass.
“Sorry,” she said again, grabbing the phone and ducking around the corner out into the hallway. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of Malin doing something to Jackson that was clearly distracting him from his disappointment.
“This is Bell,” she said, trying not to let her own exasperation sound over the phone. She didn’t quite succeed.
“This is Agent Sursok back at the office. You’ve been called in for an assignment.”
“I’m sorry, who?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:41:13 AM

“Agent Sursok,” the girl on the other end said. “Tammin Sursok?”
“Still not ringing any bells,” Kristen said, glancing back to see Malin happily sucking away at her husband’s cock.
There was a very pregnant pause on the other end. “BJ,” Tammin finally said.
“Oh, Blow Job Lips,” Kristen said, recognizing the voice now. “What’s the assignment? I’m kinda in the middle of something here-”
“Major bank heist at San Francisco Union Bank. Several armed robbers were involved, civilian casualties.”
THAT got Kristen’s attention. A full-blown bank heist, in the middle of the day? Multiple robbers? It screamed organized crime on some level, and if that was the case, there was an outside chance that maybe - just maybe - this was connected to the mysterious Rhona.
“I’ll be right there,” Kristen said, hanging up her phone. She turned back with a sorry expression on her face. “Guys, I’m so sorry, I gotta go into work. They’re falling apart without me.”
“Fuck no!” Malin whined. “Do you fucking have to?”
“I do,” Kristen said, picking up her thong off the floor. “But believe me, we can do this again sometime. Soon.”
“But- but what about-?” Jackson started to protest.
Kristen rolled her eyes while yanking on her panties, then sauntered over to the bed and in one quick move swallowed as much of Jackson’s cock as she could squeeze into her mouth. Trying very hard to not think about the fact that the penis her lips were now wrapped around had just been in her own ass, Kristen quickly started sucking and stroking Jackson’s rod, shutting him up at once, and quickly milking him for all he was worth. In less than thirty seconds, his cum was jetting into the back of Kristen’s throat, and he was collapsing onto the bed, spent.
“Mmmm, next time, you and I need to have more fun,” Malin said, kissing Bell over her husband’s rapidly deflating cock.
“Mmmm, next time,” Kristen said. She meant it, too.
* * * * * * * * * *
Roselyn Sanchez was about as mad as she could be, and she knew from the way the other six robbers were sniping at each other that she wasn’t alone.
They’d been back in the hideout now for almost an hour, and Rhona Mitra was still MIA. Considering how important this heist had been to Rhona, none of the girls could believe she was missing. Grace was combing the net for any and all news about the heist - and possible Rhona, too. Shay and Blake had managed to find an old TV, and were watching Channel 7, which was having sporadic updates about the heist, mostly due to the news that one of their own reporters - Hayden - had been taken in the heist. Meanwhile, Jaime was sitting by the window, a large shotgun in her lap - where she’d gotten THAT Roselyn would never know - watching like a hawk, clearly expecting to be sold out.
Roselyn didn’t like the shotgun being in the room - not for her usual disdain for firearms, but rather because she feared when Rhona DID show up, Roselyn herself might damn well grab the gun and shoot the bitch herself.
“7.8 million,” Emma said, coming up beside Roselyn and whispering quietly. “That’s how much we got, most of it from the safe, but including the 250 grand or so you guys were able to get out of the teller drawers while Shay and I were downstairs.”
“So?” Roselyn asked.
“So, split evenly, it’s around 1 million, one-hundred fourteen thousand, two hundred eighty-five dollars, and roughly 72 cents apiece. I’m willing to lose a dollar or two so everyone else is even up on the end.”
“How gallant of you,” Roselyn muttered.
“Yeah, I’m all heart and a dripping wet pussy. Can we split the cash now and split or what?”
“You want to run without seeing Rhona? And then have her come after us all later?”
That made Emma pause. “No, not really,” the youngest robber admitted. “She’s kinda scary, that one.”
“She is, and she WILL come after us all if we double-cross her.”
“Ever think maybe she’s double-crossing US?” Jaime asked from across the room - Roselyn cursed herself for letting her voice rise enough for the others to hear. “This smells more and more like a set-up with every second.”
“YOU want to leave, you can Jaime,” Roselyn snapped. “I’m more than happy to let Rhona hunt you down like a dog and put you out of your misery.”
“How about I put my foot up your ass, you Latina bitch!” Jaime said, standing up and gripping her shotgun a little tighter. Roselyn stood up as well, feeling for the pistol she’d kept on her after the heist. She didn’t want to use it, but if she were being truthful, she would’ve happily shot Jaime, just to know she wouldn’t have to keep watching her back all the time.
“Hey, shut up a minute!” Blake called out. “They’re talking about the heist again!”
Everyone turned towards the TV, where that delicious Channel 7 reporter, Ashley Benson, was once again on the screen.
“… something out of a movie. Reports are sketchy, but there were as many as 4 armed robbers, all of them women, who raided the SFUB just about two hours ago. They managed to get away before a significant police presence could be gathered, and they got away with not only an unconfirmed amount of money, but no less than four hostages, also all women, one of them Channel 7 reporter Hayden Panettiere.” A picture of Hayden’s Channel 7 press badge appeared next to Ashley. It wasn’t the most flattering of shots.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 04:56:56 AM

“Details are still coming in to Channel 7, but we know that there is at LEAST one civilian killed on site, a man whose name has not yet been released. There are also unconfirmed reports that the security systems at the bank were tampered with, possibly even hacked by computer. Police are still interviewing witnesses, some of whom have vastly varying stories, and more information is expected soon. For Channel 7, I’m Ashley Benson at the scene.”
“Fuck, how’d they learn about my hacking so fast?” Grace asked, looking over from the computer.
“Any word on Rhona yet, Grace?” Shay asked nervously.
“Nothing so far,” the Asian hottie said. “I’ve got every connection I have with her pinging away, but she’s not responding.”
“Could something have happened to her?” Blake asked. “Could she have been… caught?”
“Are you kidding me?” Jaime snorted. “That bitch gets caught, she sells us out faster than you can slip your panties off, Boobs Leggerson.”
“So what do we do?” Shay asked. “Do we wait, or do we run?”
“We can’t run on Rhona,” Roselyn said. “Trust me, she’ll kill us all if we don’t give her what she wants.”
“What DOES she want?” Blake asked. “A cut? That thumb drive back?”
“Maybe she wants to bend you over the sofa and take that sweet sweet ass of yours,” Jaime said, eyeing Blake’s ass.
“Do you EVER shut up?” Blake shot back.
“Only if I’ve been fucked REALLY well,” Jaime said. “You should know. You were there the other night when you, me, and Hot Wheels got it on with those three boys. And I KNOW I got fucked better than you did.”
Blake turned her back on Jaime and looked pointedly at Roselyn.
“We wait,” Roselyn said firmly.
“And if she doesn’t come?” Emma asked.
Roselyn closed her eyes and shook her head, as if trying to wish this whole situation away. All she wanted was to be back home with Alicia, wrapped in her beloved’s arms and legs. If Rhona had been here, Roselyn would already be on the road again, her cut in the back seat, roaring towards the woman of her dreams and her steamy wet pussy.
“We’ll wait until morning,” Roselyn said finally. “We wait until tomorrow, and if she’s not here by then, we’ll spilt the money and take our chances.”
“And the cops?” Blake asked.
“Grace, you’ve got some sorta police scanner going, right?”
“You bet,” Grace said, patting her computer. “If they get any sorta lead on us, I’ll know, and we SHOULD have all sorts of time to get away, so long as we hurry.”
“And if not, I’m more than willing to shoot my way out,” Jaime said defiantly. Everyone ignored her this time.
“What about the...?” Shay asked, nodding her head towards the other room where the three hostages were tied to the bed.
“We leave them,” Megan said.
“With bullets in their brains,” Jaime added.
“No, we don’t need to kill them-” Roselyn started to say, but was cut off.
“They know, though - they know about me, anyway,” Shay said. “I worked with one of them for weeks, and the other one’s been into the bank a couple of times. They know I’m not a hostage.”
“Sucks to be you, Mocha Butt,” Jaime said. “You want to shoot them? I’m happy to lend you my smallest gun.”
“They also know we were expecting someone ELSE to be here,” Grace pointed out. “And they’ll know we never met them. I don’t think we can just leave them behind. At least, not yet.”
“We are NOT killing them,” Roselyn said sharply. “We’ve killed too many people already!”
“What’s this we shit?” Jaime said. “I’m the only one around here with enough chesticles to do the actual killing.”
“Maybe we could take them with us?” Blake suggested. “They’re hostages, we might still need them as such. At least for a while. Until we’re all safe.”
“Yeah, but there’s seven of us and only three of them - unless you want to count Shay here as a hostage, and even then there’s still too many of us for us all to go our separate ways.”
“So we leave in teams,” Megan said. “Two pairs and a trio, each with a hostage. We go our separate ways and when we’re sure we’re safe, we leave our hostages somewhere safe and never see each other again.”
“Mmmm, I like it. We can each have our own little treat for the road. But which hottie do I want?”
“I’m NOT pairing up with HER,” Blake and Emma both said, looking at Jaime. When they both realized that, they both spoke again. “OR her!”
“Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?” Roselyn snapped. “I’ll go with Jaime - only way I know for sure she won’t kill her hostage.”
“Like you could STOP me,” Jaime muttered under her breath.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:10:18 AM

“Emma, you and Shay take another hostage, Megan, you drive Grace and Blake with the third hostage. We’ll leave in the morning or if the cops show up. Anyone got any other complaints?” Roselyn asked.
“Plenty, but they’re all for Rhona,” Blake muttered.
“Yeah,” Shay added quietly. No one argued that.
* * * * * * * * * *
A very helpful cop, whose eyes lingered on Kristen Bell’s legs a little TOO long as she approached and flashed him her badge, lifted the crime scene tape and let Kristen in without comment. Kristen was pretty sure he was gawking at her ass in her skirt as she walked towards the front door of the San Francisco Union Bank. Normally she’d be flattered, but Kristen’s head was too far into the game at the moment to care about guys lusting after her.
“Agent Bell!”
Kristen turned to see Tammin Sursok running towards her, wearing a pair of sunglasses that were just a smidge too large for her face. She carried a clipboard and, blessedly, a fresh coffee she handed to Kristen without preamble.
“Where’s Biel?”
“Inside,” Tammin said. “Down in what’s left of the vault, I think.”
“What’s LEFT?” Kristen asked.
“They blew it - used some C4 or something. It’s an awful mess down there. The local CSU’s already overtaxed on it, and Biel’s pulling rank to get our own people in here, if the SFPD ever agrees to cooperate.”
“SFPD needs to get its head out of its own ass before that’ll happen,” Kristen said before taking a long swig of coffee. As she tipped her head back, she spotted the knot of news crews already on scene, including a gorgeous young blonde towards the front of the crowd, talking to her cameraman. “Is that-?”
“Ashley Benson,” Tammin confirmed, a touch of lust in her voice. Kristen couldn’t blame her.
“I thought a Channel 7 girl was a hostage.”
“Yeah, that’s Hayden Panettiere.”
“Oh, the other cute little blonde on 7,” Kristen said. “Man, where do they find them?”
“No clue,” Tammin said.
“Alright, let’s get inside and find Biel. I clearly need to be brought up to speed.”
They found Jessica Biel exactly where Tammin had said they would, crouching down in her impeccable high heels to look at some of the rubble that marked the remains of SFUB’s vault.
“Fuck me, they really did a number on this place,” Kristen said.
“Bell, good, I’m going to need your help on this one, big time,” Biel said.
That made Kristen stop dead in her tracks. Jessica Biel wasn’t the type to ask for help from anyone, let alone a girl she didn’t like. Just how serious was this case?
“What happened?” Bell asked carefully.
“It’s like something out of a bad heist movie or something,” Jessica said, standing up and shaking her head. “We’ve got some conflicting reports, and all the damn security footage is fucked up, but we know it was a crew of all-women robbers, and they came in here with a finely detailed plan. And if you consider the fact that they got away with almost 8 million dollars, I guess it worked.”
“What do we know for sure?”
“Just after 11, three armed robbers entered the bank. They had a decoy girl - some leggy blonde thing according to the idiot security guards - who distracted and disabled them just before the armed girls entered. We’re not sure exactly what happened next, but it sounds like one of them took a teller down here to the safe and tried to crack it while the others were grabbing all the money they could out of the teller drawers upstairs.”
“No one thought to hit a silent alarm?”
“According to all the remaining tellers, every one of them hit their silent alarms before they were ordered to the ground. Not a one of them got a signal out.”
“So it’s true someone hacked the security systems?” Kristen asked.
“Every camera was hacked, every alarm silenced, except for the hardwired one in the safe - and even that was tampered with - we aren’t sure how far along the robbers were when the alarm down here went off, but they were a LOT farther than they were supposed to be.”
“And then when they set off the alarm, they decided to just blow it?”
“Something like that,” Biel said. “And here’s where it gets iffy - the cops were barely showing up on-scene at that point, and two of the four who were here when they broke out are dead, and the other’s career is certainly dead. That just leaves the on-foot officer, and he wasn’t in position to cover the front when it happened. Still, apparently at least ONE of the robbers was naked when they all took hostages and fled.”
“They had a va

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:12:26 AM

“They had a van waiting outside, with a VERY skilled getaway driver,” Tammin said, picking up the narrative. “They led SFPD on a merry chase through town, but because they got out of here so quickly after the alarm went off, no one was able to get a chopper over them in time. They killed at least two cops, with another in critical condition, and also managed to take out a trolley car, killing four passengers and putting seven more in critical condition, according to the hospital reports. The driver of the trolley was one of them, and isn’t expected to survive - if he does, he’ll do so without either leg and missing half his right arm.”
“Ouch,” Kristen winced in sympathy. “So, other than a naked robber and a beautiful blonde, what do we know about these robbers?”
“All girls,” Tammin said quickly. “That alone is unique.”
“We don’t know that for sure, especially considering they had a van on the outside. What about the hostages?” Biel asked. “Do you have their information yet?”
“Yes!” Tammin said, handing both Jessica and Kristen matching files. “These are faxes, the real files are back in the office. Sorry about the poor quality.”
“Gee, BJ, you don’t have them on your laptop yet?” Kristen asked.
Tammin paused. “I do. It’s out in my car. Should I go get -”
“Just tell us about the hostages,” Biel said.
“Two tellers, a customer, and a local news reporter - though there’s some questions of two of them,” Tammin said. “The customer is local Kindergarten teacher Lucy Hale, early 20s, highly educated and almost as innocent as the kids she teaches. According to a couple of the witnesses the police have interviewed, one of the robbers expressed more than a passing sexual desire for Miss Hale, and if one of them is to be believed, Miss Hale might have been raped had the cops not shown up when they did.”
“I thought all the robbers were women?” Biel asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tammin said. “The hostages still say one of them was threatening to rape Miss Hale.”
“This IS San Francisco,” Kristen commented. “Are we certain they didn’t before they left?”
“No, but according the all the interviewees the cops have finished with, there wasn’t enough time for that to have happened.”
“Okay, so we’ll assume that there’s a good chance Miss Hale is still alive, but in danger of being sexually assaulted,” Biel said. “Next?”
“JoAnna Garcia - bank teller who’s worked here for years. Offered herself up as the hostage to be taken downstairs, but was rebuffed in favor of the other teller they took with them. According to her supervisor, she’s a model employee, has a fiance they’re trying to get in touch with now, and is above reproach.”
“Means she’s probably a suspect for the insider,” Bell said.
“I don’t know about that, ma’am,” Tammin said. “We’ve also got the other teller, one Shay Mitchell. She’s only worked there for a few weeks, and was the hostage who went with the robber down to open the safe. That same robber came back naked after blowing the safe.”
“New girl, there just long enough to learn all the habits and security layout, and comes back with a naked robber,” Biel said. “Suspicious, to say the least.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:15:36 AM

“There’s more,” Tammin said. “I’ve got people checking back at the office, but her ID, while spotless, is a little TOO spotless, and only goes back six years - one more than required for the bank’s hiring process. Before that, it’s like she never existed.”
“Fake ID then,” Bell said. “She definitely sounds fishy.”
“Until we know for sure, we mark her as a hostage,” Jessica said. “Can’t assume involvement until we can prove it.”
“That just leaves our celebrity hostage, reporter Hayden Panettiere. Something’s fishy with her, too.”
“What?” Bell and Biel asked together.
“She got here before anyone else - long before any of the cops did, and before even the crew dispatched from her own office could get here. And, despite the fact that their own people seem to INSIST she was taken hostage, no one in the bank remembers seeing her. Certainly never with a camera or microphone.”
“Could she be one of the robbers?”
“Can’t rule it out - the circumstances of her being here are suspicious at best. It’s entirely possible that she planted the story herself about being a hostage. She could be one of the robbers.”
“Or maybe the getaway driver,” Biel said.
“She came down here alone?” Bell asked. “No camera man?”
“Her usual producer was out sick, apparently, and she didn’t want to wait for an available cameraman - part of the reason Channel 7 sent another crew.”
“Well well, Miss Panettiere,” Jessica Biel said. “I so want to meet YOU now.”
“So, what’s next?” Tammin asked.
“We keep looking for more clues here, and send the cops out to start looking for that van,” Jessica said. “Kristen, go find the producer our missing Hayden here usually works for. I want him or her waiting for me back at the office. Squeeze any information you can out of them while you’re at it.”
“You got it,” Kristen said. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, tell the boys back at the office to dig deeper into this Shay Mitchell hostage, too. She doesn’t strike me as being totally straight, either.”
“She strikes me as too hot to be straight, but I know that’s not what you meant,” Kristen said with a wink before turning and heading for the door.
“What about me?” Tammin asked eagerly.
“Go get me another coffee, BJ - this is going to be a long day.”
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:17:01 AM

Troian's asshole was about halfway back to normal by the time the bus pulled up to the nearest stop before the Channel 7 building. With a bag over her shoulder and gratitude that it was only a few minutes away, she got off the bus and hobbled down the street before entering the office grounds, smiling weakly at the security officer as she passed.
"I heard you were sick today!"
"I was - am - but the golden girl's in danger. I figured it's better to keep track where I'll get word the second it's out than at home."
"We're all pulling for her," the officer said. "She's a sweetheart."
"You know it," Troian agreed, entering the building and planning to head for the news office; her bailiwick was normally among cameras, but this was a crisis. Hopefully Zucker had some info for her, and Troian mentally crossed her fingers as she knocked on the news director's door and was summoned. The first thing she was going to ask was if Ashley was heading back to base...
As soon as she entered, she saw that something new had been added; there was a young woman sitting across from Roger on the other side of the desk. A small blonde with great legs, but not the one she was looking for - especially as Ashley's face wouldn't have lit up when she saw Troian the way this one's did, almost as if she was expected.
"Speak of the devil..." said Roger. "We were just talking about you, Troian."
"You were?"
"This is--" Roger started, ignoring the employee.
"No, let me do it. I love doing this," the woman interrupted, getting up to face the bemused brunette. "So you're Troian Bellisario?"
"Um... yeah. And you're...?"
"Agent Kristen Bell," said the blonde, treating Troian to her ID. "FBI. I must admit I'm surprised to see you here today after what he just told me..."
"One of our own's in danger," Troian said. "I had to come in."
"Yeah, about that... let's talk."
"Shoot."
"Not here," Kristen added. "Back at my place. My WORK place. It's okay," she added as Troian swallowed nervously, "we just want to ask you some questions about Hayden Panettiere. We know you've worked with her closer than anyone here..."
"You can ask them here," Troian assured her. "I've got nothing to hide." Except about how she and I are in love, she thought.
"It's all right, Troian," Roger assured HER. "I've told her Channel 7 will fully cooperate with the FBI. We want Hayden safe as much as you do."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:26:57 AM

"C'mon... this won't take long."
Casting a regretful glance at the television in the office, Troian allowed Kristen to lead her out.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I ought to thank you, Miss Bellisario," Kristen said as they entered her office.
"Call me Troian," the brunette replied, playing with her bag as she sat down, wincing a little.
"My immediate superior wanted you down here by the time she returned," the blonde explained, heading to her side of the desk as Troian took the opportunity to check out her legs. Not bad at all. "If Biel comes in and we're well on the way to wrapping things up... oh, I'm sorry - I'm making this about me..."
Kristen was tiny, gorgeous and all smiles. Troian was therefore a little cautious - it was always the cheerful ones you had to be careful about when dealing with enforcement. Actually, it was also always the sullen ones you had to watch out for. Basically, with these types it was always any of them; and Troian hadn't even done anything to interest the Feds.
"You okay there?" Agent Bell asked.
"I had a bad night," Troian explained. "That's why I wasn't in this morning..."
"Yeah, that's kind of why we want to talk this over with you. Right on cue," Kristen added, as another agent entered the room carrying two cups of coffee in her hands and a very resigned look on her face. "Thanks a bunch, BJ. Let me know when Biel gets in; she might want a few words with Troian here as well."
Seeing Tammin's badge, Troian wondered what B.J. Sursok's initials stood for as she thanked the rookie. Kristen took hers black, and she tellingly hadn't bothered to have any creamer brought it for any guests who might, you know, actually LIKE their coffee with the stuff. Still, if it helped get this over quicker... "Thank you, miss," she told Agent Sursok, and was rewarded with a little smile of gratitude.
"Not at all," Tammin replied, and stepped out.
"Now, about Hayden... how long have you worked with her?" asked Kristen, settling back as the recording, which had started as soon as they entered the office, continued.
"Ever since she started at Channel 7. Almost two years now," Troian added with another wince and a twitch.
"Uh-huh... and what's she like? No need to hide anything here."
"She's a good reporter, works hard on the stories... everybody loves her at the station. And in the audience - you should see some of the letters she gets," Troian laughed. "Boys, men, even women."
"Is that a fact," Kristen smiled, seeing the look in Troian's eyes and coming to the right conclusion. She wanted to bring it up, but it didn't really have anything to do with the case - and besides, for all she knew Troian was closeted. "I think she's pretty hot myself."
"She's spoken for."
"Figures. Anyway," Kristen continued, "why weren't you with her this morning?"
"I had to call in sick."
"Why?"
Troian's mind went into overdrive. If she told this FBI agent the truth she'd basically be outing Hayden, and if her girlfriend wasn't about to come out at work... on the other hand, maybe she could disguise it and the Fed wouldn't start digging.
"I had a rough morning," she said.
"Doing what?" Kristen asked.
"Oh boy," Troian thought. Out loud, she slowly said "Me and my... lover were having some fun in the shower."
"She must have been busy there," Kristen cracked.
"Yeah, she wa-- wait a minute..." Troian winced again, partly out of pain and partly out of what she'd just said.
"Oh come on, Troian; I knew what team you play for the second I saw you. Takes one to know one, kid." She winked and sat back. "So I take it she played with your keister hard enough so you were laid up all day, right?"
"Yes, Miss Tactless," Troian said, minus the last two words. "I really wanted to be with Hayden today as well."
"Any particular reason?"
The glint in Kristen's eyes was begging for a fist on them. "To give her support on-set, because today's - today was due to be the first time she anchored the main news."
"Was it now?"
"Mm-hmm. Her and Ashley Benson."
The idea of Hayden Panettiere and Ashley Benson teaming up brought all sorts of images to Kristen's mind; she pushed them aside (and filed them away for later fantasies). "And the next thing you know she's rushing down to the SFUB because she gets a tip at the station."
"Yeah. A tip."
Kristen raised her eyebrows - Troian sounded a little suspicious there. Maybe the two of them were on the same wavelength... "Go on."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:29:38 AM

"I'll level with you; Ashley's a total bitch. Always has the eyes on the prize, and hates anyone stealing the spotlight. You remember Katy Bailey?"
"The weathergirl? Yeah, I remember."
"Ashley had her fired because she hates girls who like girls."
"I heard it was drugs."
"Ashley smokes too; she wouldn't have blown the whistle on her just for that. She wanted an excuse to send her up, there it was. She's had her eye on Hayden ever since she joined... that's why she called her this morning."
This was getting interesting. "You're saying Ashley Benson rang up Panettiere?"
"Yep... the call wasn't put through to the station lines but right to Hayden's cellphone, and she doesn't give the number out to anyone except family, friends and workmates, so it had to be someone who'd already have it."
"Why do you think it was Ashley?" Kristen asked.
"Because," Troian said as she opened the bag she had brought, "a) Ashley would love to knock Hayden on her ass before she could get started, b) Ashley wasn't on the premises..." She took out a sheet of paper and handed it to the agent. "...and c) I called up our phone provider and had the call logs checked. In the hour before the shit went down at the bank Hayden made one call - to the station - and took two. One was from her mother and the other... the one I circled there... was from Ashley's phone."
"Hang on - OUR phone provider?" Kristen interrupted. "How come you and Hayden have the same service?"
"It's not impossible," Troian pointed out.
"True, but you could have just said Verizon or T-Mobile or something." Kristen leaned towards Troian, grinning. "The two of you sharing a system... Hayden's the lover, isn't she?"
Troian looked at Kristen for a long moment before nodding, wishing she could apologise to Hayden for this.
"I *KNEW* it! I knew she liked the ladies... not surprised you're so ginger with the walking; Italian girls can really stir it up!"
"Stir what up?"
Kristen and Troian looked up to see Jessica Biel entering the office, her harried face pleased to see the Channel 7 brunette. "And what Italian girl?"
"This is Hayden's colleague Troian Bellisario," Kristen explained. "Partners at work... and at home. Apparently everyone's favourite sexy little blonde reporter is why Troian here called in sick, and she did a little detective work of her own," she added, handing Jessica the phone records. "I think Beverley Mitchell should check over these, just to be sure."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 24, 2020, 05:44:33 AM

"You might just get my job one day," Jessica said approvingly, before calling for Beverley as she took her place in the other seat next to Kristen. Troian's eyes went from one to the other nervously as Kristen filled her in on what she'd missed, by which time Beverley had come in, taken the sheet and instructions, and left.
"But I got them direct from the company," Troian protested. "You don't have to check them."
"Actually, we do," Jessica replied. "Best to get that verified. Our systems can check their systems without having to phone any T-Mobile drones."
"We're on Verizon."
"Whatever."
"I don't know..." Kristen mused.
"No, we *are* with Verizon."
"Not that. I mean, it's funny how she should leave you out of action today of all days. Fuck you hard enough to be at home, just in case..."
Troian struggled with what she was implying. Just in case? What the fuck?
"You probably didn't know about it, did you?"
"Wait... WHAT?!?" Troian snapped, only kept from rising forcefully by the soreness of her seat. "Are you saying that Hayden... that she's PART of this? That she pretended to be kidnapped?"
"Well, no one actually saw her down there," Jessica pointed out calmly. She did not like questionees becoming questioners.
"Except the people who snatched her! I *know* Hayden - she wouldn't get involved in something like this... if she wants easy money she plays Lotto sometimes, but that's it."
"Love is blind, dearie," Kristen smiled. "We don't have any proof, but maybe you might have... now think. Did you see or hear her say anything in the past few days that might suggest--"
"SHE WAS GETTING READY TO DO HER FIRST ANCHOR JOB!" Troian yelled. "We tell each other everything! EVERYTHING! You want to know who was thinking of stealing something once? Me, that's who! I wanted to walk out of Wal-Mart with a couple of bottles of wine last year, and you know who stopped me? Hayden. *She* stopped *me*. The girl won't even jaywalk, and you're telling me you think she's part of this gang? Fuck you, Fed!"
"You finished?" Kristen said coldly and sharply. Beside her, Jessica had a similarly frosty expression; Troian had a feeling this outburst had not been wise at all.
"Your girlfriend is a person of interest in crimes involving armed robbery, destruction of property, kidnapping, murder and vehicular manslaughter," Jessica told her. "If you try to impede this investigation, you WILL be sorry."
"I don't want to block you guys," Troian replied, her anger being swamped by concern for Hayden - and herself. "I want her back..."
"We want HER, period," Kristen replied. "And you're her closest associate. Give me a reason why we shouldn't hold you."
"I haven't committed a federal crime?"
"You got in the face of two FBI agents," Jessica replied. "You don't get in the faces of FBI agents."
Troian gripped the handrests. They could hold her here and make up any kind of charges, and with the law on their side - with their BEING the law - they could get away with it. Unless...
"Look, maybe there's some way I could... make it up to you two?" she suggested.
"Don't even think about bribes, miss."
"I wasn't thinking about that..." Troian eyed Kristen, and gave her a little smile and a very knowing look before transferring attention to Jessica and giving her the same treatment, silently thankful for the open arrangement she and Hayden had.
The two agents looked at each other for a few moments; neither was that keen on teaming up on something like this. They didn't even like splitting the cost of drinks. But any port in a storm... and maybe they might get something else out of her. Jessica pressed the intercom.
"Beverley, if you're not done with those records see to it that NO ONE interrupts us for the next ten minutes."
"And we're off," Troian said to herself very quietly as Jessica pressed another button on the desk.
"That locks the door just in case anyone forgets. And Bell," she added as she got up, "I go first. I'm pulling rank with this one."
"Not for the first time," Kristen muttered.
Running her eyes over the trim brunette, Jessica decided to pretend she hadn't heard Kristen. Troian wasn't dressed for work by any means; she had on a light sweater and casual pants, as if she'd thrown on the first things she could find (which she had). But Jessica was willing to bet she had a very nice if not very big rack under there; she beckoned for the girl to get up, which Troian did.
Knowing where this was going, Troian lifted the sweater over her head and put it over the back of the chair, exposing her breasts to the agents. Both Feds smiled approvingly; as Jessica had predicted, not very big but very nice.
"Aren't you going to--"
"Until you're finished, *I'm* staying clothed," Jessica interrupted, emphasising the "I".

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 25, 2020, 04:42:28 AM

Kristen moved next to Troian, the two shedding their clothes; Kristen's temperament at how snotty her boss could be was tempered by the legs Troian revealed as she stepped out of her pants. Unlike her top half, she had put on something underneath; Jessica reached down and slowly pulled Troian's panties down, and both agents gazed at the dark patch of pussyhair displayed, Kristen peering at the other side.
"Nice," Jessica said, kissing the skin above the tuft.
"The view's pretty good here as well," Kristen added, cupping one of Troian's buns.
"Not up there," Troian told the blonde. "It's still kind of sore."
"Damn." Kissing the brunette, she stroked her butt - that reporter was so lucky to be able to tap this.
"I bet yours isn't," Troian added, touching Kristen's.
"It isn't. But you're not going to make it so."
"Star Trek freak," smiled the brunette as Kristen and Jessica moved closer to each side of her, each putting an arm around her; Jessica's fingers slid through Troian's thatch, the thumb gently playing with her clit. Troian could see the way Jessica's breasts gently pushed against the fabric - she really wanted to have a look at them, and as she turned her face and began nuzzling Kristen's tiny chest she moved a hand along Jessica's more ample rack, looking for the buttons.
Miss Biel removed Troian's hand with a "Tsk, tsk... I do my own unbuttoning. One piece of clothing for every answer."
Troian mumbled "'kay" with her mouth occupied by sucking one of Kristen's Lilliputian nipples, her free hand patting the blonde's Fed's round, soft butt while Jessica ran her hands along Troian's slim form, massaging her boobs.
"Was that Wal-Mart business the only time you ever wanted to steal anything?"
"No..." Troian admitted, her fingers moving onto Kristen's snatch. For someone so cold, she was really warm below... 
"Glad to hear it," Jessica said, undoing her skirt. At the sound of fabric slipping off, Troian turned to take a look - her eyes lit up when she saw the sexy legs Miss Biel was sporting. (Jessica would have been pleased if she knew Troian thought her body was nicer than Kristen's.)
"So what did you want to steal?"
"Honestly... Hayden, from her last girlfriend. But then I found out she was single..."
"Oh, that's so sweet," Kristen said with not enough sarcasm to ruin the Q&A. She wanted to have a taste of Troian, but like Jessica said... and the boss, just after she took her top off and showed her bra-clad torso, was down on her knees behind the interrogatee. Troian's legs were slightly apart, letting Jessica take a look at her pussy and back door.
"Tell us a little about Hayden... does she have any... habits we should know about?" Kristen asked, as Troian kissed her stomach.
"She likes the odd webcam..." the brunette smiled. There was a tiny, tiny thud as Jessica's bra slipped off onto the floor; Troian took a look and was rewarded by the Biel breasts, and couldn't keep from licking her lips.
"Want some of these? Do you? Huh?"
"Quality and quantity," Troian smiled, seeing the knowing smirk Jessica aimed at Kristen.
"They say more than a handful's a waste," the blonde replied spiritedly as Jessica knelt before Troian, her jugs tantalizingly close.
"Does she watch on the webcam or model?"
"Just watches."
Troian closed her lips around Jessica's right nipple, sucking gently and wishing she was lactating; her hands instinctively moved around the woman, stroking her back and slowly moving down towards her ass. Jessica gently held them in place.
"Not yet... has she ever done any kind of stuff you might want to tell us about? Anything at all?"
"Well," Troian said in between sucks, "Hayden did tell me she thought about doing some nude shots. Never went through with it."
Stepping away, Jessica lowered her panties, finally letting Troian see the complete works. She was a powerful and beautiful woman; Troian wanted to ask if SHE'D ever thought of doing nude shots, and if not why not? She rested her hands on Jessica's seat meat; oh yes... she had plenty of ass back there, nice and round and all natural. As she stroked it, she licked her lips again while Kristen, not happy to be ignored, studied Troian's own rump and the pen on Jessica's desk. She wanted to make her still-recovering butt hurt a little more for that.
Troian's head moved forward as Jessica looked at Kristen and mouthed "The desk." Out loud, she grabbed Troian's head and pulled it back. "You don't get to eat until I do," she tut-tutted. "You can munch on Agent Bell though."
Jessica grabbed Troian's hands as Kristen got hold of her ankles; the two Feds hoisted the brunette up and carried her onto the desk face up, Troian not daring or wanting to resist. She did, however, summon up the nerve to lightly pat Jessica Biel's ass just before the agent switched places with Kristen, and was delighted to see her give a little smile en route. Troian instinctively spread her legs as Kristen faced her, standing with her blonde pussy right in her eyeline.
"All aboard!" Agent Bell said merrily, and moved to put her snatch directly over Troian's face. Even though Kristen tipped the scales alongside three feathers and a pebble, Troian knew a great-tasting cunt when she saw it; her tongue would probably have slithered into the agent's box if she had weighed the same as Sherri Shepherd. Probably. And having the Fed's ass on her face was like being smothered by two silk cushions... they were ALMOST as nice as Hayden's. Troian eagerly lapped away inside Kristen, kissing and sucking away as Kristen rode her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 25, 2020, 04:44:39 AM

It got even better when Troian felt two strong hands on her thighs and a tongue moving between them; Jessica's mouth action was more direct than her questioning... almost as if she wanted to get this over with fast. Running the tip of her tongue along Troian's pussy lips and flicking inside rapidly, Jessica was causing her to become wetter in record time; this encouraged her to munch faster on Kristen.
Writhing underneath the two agents, Troian tried to hold off... but it was no good. She yelled into Kristen's box as she spasmed her ecstasy over Jessica's lips way too soon, almost screaming "TOO FAST!"
"Hey, I'm sorry too..." Kristen groaned, seeing the look in Troian's eyes (or what she could see of Troian's eyes). "Biel wants to wrap this up before Mitchell gets back."
"Not enough hours in the day," Jessica agreed, joining her fellow agent as Kristen got off Troian, ignoring the way her hands tried to grab her ass to get her to stay. "Let's see if you can finish this quick."
"Finish what?" Troian asked, and then got an answer as Jessica Biel turned around, presenting her with her buns. Without waiting for any further comments, Troian grabbed each cheek and spread them aside, diving right in and kissing Jessica's puckered opening. Mmmm... she wasn't sure what was best, how great Biel's ass felt or how soft and deep her hole was. Troian's tongue slithered around her tight sphincter, wishing that they had more time so she could love this rump properly. Best of all, Jessica wasn't saying anything, just moaning... she liked it. Taking brief moments to kiss and lick each globe, Troian went back to work, stroking the buns and thighs as she sucked.
Troian would probably have been there all day had Kristen not given her left tit a twist, breaking her mood and causing her to pull away from Jessica Biel's asshole. "WHAT?!? You fucking BI..." she started, before she saw who was behind Kristen.
Standing in front of the door, having unlocked it and entered, was a sheet-carrying Beverley Mitchell. "The information you wanted," she said as calmly as if there weren't three naked women right in front of her, one of whom was on a table looking *very* pissed off; Biel may have been an FBI agent, but a sexy ass was a sexy ass whoever owned it.
"Time's up. Sorry," Kristen lied to Troian as Beverley handed Jessica the information.
"Thank you, Beverley."
"Did she taste nice?" Miss Mitchell asked Troian as she got off the desk and started to dress.
"Actually, yeah," Troian admitted. "Next to my girl, the best I've ever had."
"Flattery will get you... somewhere," Jessica cracked as she too started to put her clothes back on. The also re-dressed Kristen joined Troian in taking a look at Beverley's behind as she left; Jessica, in between clothes-donning, was busy having a look at what her secretary had found. As Troian sat back down fully clad, Jessica finished reading it and handed it to Kristen.
"You know, it's not just us who love Hayden. Half the guys in the office say your girl really brings on the heat," Kristen said, raising her eyebrows knowingly and smiling lazily as she gave the paper a look.
"Hard to argue with the FBI," Troian agreed.
"And now it's time to return the favour," the Fed continued, snapping off the smile and slapping the paper onto the desk.
"Huh?"
"Read it, Missy."
Troian picked up the printout, reading what Beverley Mitchell's superdupersupercomputers had turned up. Hayden calling the station not long before she'd been taken... uh-huh. Hayden getting a call from her mother... uh-huh. Hayden getting a call from...
"Rhona Mitra?" Troian repeated slowly.
Kristen and Jessica expected to see Troian look as if she'd just been told the coffee she'd been drinking was actually a blend of Marmite and dogshit, and they weren't disappointed; her disbelieving eyes rose from the sheet that she waved at them. "What IS this?!" she shouted. "You guys made a mistake! This one here... it's not true! It's GOT to be a fuckup!"
"Uh-uh, cutie," snapped Kristen. "YOU made the mistake when you faked those calling records - or maybe Hayden made you fake them for her? I know how this mistress/slave stuff works, girls wanna do anything to please the girl with the whip..."
"Why would I want to do a thing like that?!"
"To hide the fact that Hayden's getting phone calls from Rhona, that's who," Jessica answered.
"Who is Rhona, and why should I give a toss?"
"A WHAT?" asked the Feds, thrown for a second.
"I used to be in a relationship with an English girl. She passed on a little slang to me..."
"You answered our question, so we'll answer yours," Kristen said, eyeing the printout as if it was a previously-undiscovered Dead Sea Scroll. "You should give a... toss... because that shoots a BIG hole in the story about poor innocent Hayden being a hostage. A robbery like that would need to have someone in control behind the scenes. Someone like a gangleader who we've been dying to nail since before the CW started."
"Someone like the person who called your girlfriend - Rhona Mitra," Jessica added. "We owe your girlfriend that much; at least we have an actual link now."
"And a last name," Kristen finished.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 25, 2020, 04:46:46 AM

Troian wasn't sure what was more horrible; what they were saying, or the expression of Kristen's face - she was looking virtually orgasmic. She finally had a real shot at stopping this Rhona person, and if Hayden was to be sacrificed then too bad.
"I'm telling you you're making a mistake!" the brunette shouted. "It was ASHLEY who called her, not this Rhona person!"
"We're the FBI, dear," Jessica told her. "We don't make mistakes."
"Yeah, and blondie here bounces when she runs," Troian snapped, ignoring Kristen's mouth dropping open and her eyes blazing. "Now unless you want to bring charges against me, I've got an appointment."
"You are so lucky we can't hold you," Kristen hissed as Troian stood up. "Now get your flat ass out of here and don't think we won't be watching you - Hayden's tied to Rhona, and you're tied to Hayden. If that "hostage" ever gets in touch with you, we'll find out about it."
"That's if your blinders don't wind up getting her killed. I got a job to do, so you try doing yours!" Troian showed herself out, slamming the door and regretting it didn't have any glass to break.
The two agents exhaled and glanced at each other.
"As long as you're keeping an eye on her, check out the girlfriend as well," Jessica said calmly. "I want you to find out everything about Little Miss Panettiere - if that IS her real name."
"I think it is," Kristen replied. "Italian tattoos on her body, an Italian name..."
"Whatever, just get everything. School records, financial history, where she lived, what she did, who she did, everything. If she's getting personal calls from Rhona, she has to have SOMETHING in her closet besides her sexual preference."
"I'll find it," Kristen promised as she got up to leave. "I swear on all I hold holy I'll find it."
"Oh, and just for the record..." Jessica mused.
"Yeah?" asked Kristen in the doorway.
"She doesn't have a flat ass. Dismissed."
* * * * * * * * * * *
"What was that all about?"
"It looks like we've got us a break, BJ," Beverley told Tammin outside, looking like the cat that swallowed the cream. "That girl who just left came in here with 'proof' that Panettiere wasn't involved; turns out she's got a line direct to Rhona."
"Is that right? So why'd they let her go if she was manufacturing evidence?"
"One, no proof she did it. Second, the two B's went and had a piece of her."
Tammin sighed; she should've known that lacking a penis was an advantage to winning over those two. "So what was this proof?"
"Phone records," Beverley said, turning to her keyboard to start typing up some letters Jessica Biel wanted sent out to colleagues. "Apparently she had her girlfriend fake them."
"And Biel checked them?" Tammin asked.
"No, I did. They were busy in there."
"Yeah, I should get busy as well."
"That coffee won't make itself!" Beverley cackled as Tammin went to her desk, her mind on anything but coffee. She didn't care much for Jessica Biel or Kristen Bell, but at least they were proper certified FBI agents; Beverley Mitchell was a secretary. A secretary who was banging her boss. And they still took HER more seriously?
Tammin wasn't at Biel's level, but she sure as heck wasn't at Mitchell's either. She had some paperwork to do, but as soon as that was done she was going to check up on Hayden Panettiere's phone habits herself...
* * * * * * * * * *
The waiting was torture. By their nature, save perhaps Emma who needed it in safe-cracking, and Shay, who lived undercover for weeks or months at a time, none of the robbers were particularly patient women. And with each passing hour, nerves and senses were starting to fray. As early afternoon wore on into early evening, and Rhona didn’t show, things got worse.
They did what they could to stay busy. Jaime Pressly hadn’t moved from her perch by the front window, but she’d made a point of pulling over another chair, and was systematically cleaning and checking her guns - like the shotgun, a pair of heavy pistols had appeared out of nowhere, seemingly stashed somewhere in the hideout, and she still had the same pistol that had caused so much trouble in the van during the escape. She kept one fully loaded and ready at all times, but worked slowly and methodically getting her other guns sorted.
Grace Park was still keeping an eye on any and all news about the robbery, but as with all news stories, once the immediate event had been analyzed to death, the news started to slow down, giving her a chance to play some poker with Blake and Megan. None of them had cards, but Grace had found a program for her smart phone that allowed them to pass it between them and play a fairly reasonable, if somewhat slow, game of poker. Blake had found a bag of pretzels somewhere that they were using for bets, which seemed strangely amusing to both Roselyn and Emma, considering there were bags with millions of dollars of real money not 5 feet form where they sat. Jaime had flat-out refused to play until they started playing Strip Poker, which Blake flatly refused to do.
Emma and Shay were sharing the cramped little couch that faced the TV, finally off that awful Channel 7 and instead on some strange reality dating show, Emma complaining a bit too loudly about the lack of lesbian dating shows. Every time she brought it up, Blake seemed to lose whatever hand she was playing.
For her part, Roselyn just tried to stay calm and not venture far. She’d dozed off in the other room for a while, though she’d hardly call it quality sleep. She’d checked on the hostages, all of whom were still tied up - and now gagged after that Hayden girl decided to try screaming for help at the top of her lungs - but otherwise comfortable sharing a queen-sized bed that, were they any larger, would’ve had trouble holding all three of them. And she’d tried calling home a couple of times, even though she knew Alicia would be at work, and the baby safe in daycare.
So right now, she lay back in the single recliner left in the hideout, staring at the ceiling, willing Alicia to call or Rhona to show up or the cops to bust the door down - anything to end the unbearable waiting.
“Haha! Flush!” Megan said, turning Grace’s phone towards the other players. “You’re tapped out, Grace.”
“Fuck that, we still got half a bag of pretzels I can steal out of,” Grace said, reaching into the pretzel bag.
“You can’t do that - how will we know when someone’s finally won?” Megan said.
“Who cares?” Blake asked, eating one of her pretzels. “No one wins around here until we all get out of here.”
“THAT’S IT!” Jaime shouted, slamming her last gun down and standing up. “I am NOT going to sit here listening to any more of this shit!”
“Calm down, Jaime,” Roselyn said, feeling a headache coming on.
“No, fuck that, Caliente Buns, I’m bored as all fuck, and you’re all starting to drive me nuts. I need to let off some steam.” With that she marched towards the bedroom with the hostages.
“What are you doing?!” Roselyn said, sitting up quickly.
“I’m going to take one of our little guests and have some fun in the other room. You got a problem with that?” Jaime asked darkly.
“Don’t hurt any of-”
“I’m not going to hurt ‘em - unless they get whiplash when I cum all over their face.”
“You’re going to RAPE THEM?!?!” Blake asked, her eyes going wide.
“It’s either them or you, Legs,” Jaime said. “Whadya say, want a REAL woman to show you what little Emma clearly wasn’t able to do for you?”
“Hey!” Emma said, insulted.
“Go to hell, Jaime,” Blake said coldly. “Go to fucking hell.” she turned her back on the other blonde and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Stuck up bitch,” Jaime snorted, opening the door to the hostages.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 25, 2020, 04:54:16 AM

“Jaime!” Roselyn said warningly.
“Fuck off, Roselyn,” Jaime shot back. “You wanna fight over this, let’s fight, but you KNOW I’ll win, and you KNOW I’m just going to do it when you’re on the ground bleeding anyway. So if you’re going to stop me, do it now, because I ain’t waiting.”
For a moment, the two elder robbers just traded glares, each trying to stare the other down. The already thick tension in the room practically became visible, or tactile, like a wash of heat between the two women that might explode from the simplest spark. None of the other girls so much as breathed, all eyes - even Blake’s - locked on the struggle between them.
And then, Roselyn broke.
“Fine, rape one of them. Rape them all, see if I give the fuck up,” she said, standing up and walking towards the door leading to the stairs. “I’ll keep watch outside. But if the cops show up, I’m not waiting around long enough for you to pull your pants up, understand?”
“Yeah, I figured as much,” Jaime said, keeping an eye on Roselyn all the way to the door. Only when the lovely Latino was outside did she turn and head in to get her hostage of choice.
* * * * * * * * *
Lucy Hale had been asleep, dreaming of laying on the beaches of Cancun in her smallest bikini, catching the eyes of all sorts of gorgeous Mexican men, each of whom had faces of male models and bodies sculpted after Greek gods, all muscle and taunt skin. She’d been having this dream a lot of late, as thoughts of her vacation filled her mind. The young teacher had wanted nothing more than to get away and just enjoy herself for a while.
Then there was a commotion, some shouting, and Lucy woke up, her arms and legs tied together and a wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth, and she remembered what had happened to her at the bank.
Just as all that occurred to her, Lucy was lifted off the bed by a pair of strong hands, to the muffled shouts of her fellow hostages.
“Whine all you like,” the angry blonde now holding Lucy said. “You’re lucky I don’t take either of you two instead. Might still, if pretty little Lucy here doesn’t do enough for me.” With that, Jaime started to haul Lucy out of the room.
It was only then that Lucy started to panic, not that she could do much. Lucy was a tiny little thing, barely 5’2” and without an ounce of fat on her body. Jaime was clearly a strong woman, who had little trouble lifting Lucy and probably could’ve just thrown her over a shoulder if needed. But they didn’t have far to go. Just into the second room with a bed, which Jaime quickly and unceremoniously dropped Lucy upon before turning around long enough to slam the door shut behind her.
“There, alone at last,” Jaime said, her eyes going up and down Lucy’s body. “Now, if I remember correctly, you owe me a look at that sweet little rump of yours.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 25, 2020, 05:16:22 AM

Lucy moaned into her gag, regretting wearing the cute little black sundress today. It had seemed fun and flirty in the morning, and she never would’ve thought she’d get caught in a bank heist and get kidnapped. Now here she was, tied up and gagged and about to be molested by some freaky woman with a fixation on Lucy’s butt.
Jaime approached the bed and carefully rolled Lucy onto her stomach, which pushed her tied hands right into her gut. Jaime must have noticed, because she grabbed Lucy by the rope binding her legs and pulled her half off the bed, just enough that her feet had to swing down to hit the floor, and her hands were able to drop just over the edge, pinned where they were. This, of course, had the added effect of freeing the bottom of Lucy’s dress completely, and bending her ass provocatively at the same time.
“My my, what a lucky girl you are,” Jaime said, running a hand gently over Lucy’s still covered ass, making the hostage shake with fear. “You have no idea how privileged you are to have an ass so sweet.” Lucy tried to free her hands to no avail as Jaime continued to almost pet her dress-covered backside, stroking it softly while talking.
“’Course, not as nice as mine, but who’s ass is?” Jaime paused for a moment. “Well, there was that one singer… Kelly something. Man, she had a perfect ass. I tapped that so hard, poor girl’s probably still not walking straight.” There was another pause. “But we’re not talking about MY ass, we’re looking at yours. Let’s flip this dress up and see what we’re working with here.”
With that Jaime lifted Lucy’s dress up and flipped it over her back, exposing not only Lucy’s legs and black panty-clad ass, but a fair amount of her back, far enough up in fact to reveal the back of her strapless bra she’d worn. Lucy whimpered to herself as she felt Jaime’s cool hands touch the skin of her back, just above the top of her panties. Jaime’s fingertips ran down over the thin cotton fabric, and from the way the blonde cooed, it was clear she liked what she felt.
“You know, I only got a look at this butt of yours in the bank. It’s better than I remember. And such cute little black panties, too! Shame they’re going to have to go.”
Lucy stiffened, expecting to feel Jaime pulling her panties down and exposing Lucy’s most private of areas. But to her surprise, Jaime came and laid on the bed, her face inches from Lucy’s.
“Pay attention, little girl,” Jaime said, pulling something out of the back pocket of her pants. She flicked it in Lucy’s face, and the young teacher screamed into her gag when she realized it was a knife.
“Whoa, calm down - I ain’t going to stick ya. Well, not with this anyway. But you need to know I’m armed and if you piss me off, I WILL cut you up. And I ain’t in the best of moods to start with, so best be good and let me do every nasty, dirty little thing I wanna do to your pretty little ladybits, okay?”
Lucy could feel the hot tears streaming down her face, and she found herself wishing she’d never even thought about taking a trip to Cancun. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have come to the bank today, and she wouldn’t have been taken hostage, and she wouldn’t be tied up, about to be used by this awful, awful lesbian woman.
“I said OKAY?!” Jaime screamed, grabbing Lucy by her hair, making the shorter girl scream into her gag once more.
“Good,” Jaime said, seemingly satisfied by Lucy’s terror. She moved back, letting go of Lucy’s hair and ran her hand over the hostage’s ass one more time. This time, Jaime slipped a finger underneath the waistband of Lucy’s panties, pulling it away from her skin by a few inches. Before Lucy knew what was happening, Jaime slipped the knife underneath the waistband and with a violent yank, cut the fabric. A heartbeat later, she did the same with the other side, and Lucy’s panties dropped to the bed, her bare ass exposed to her lecherous attacker.
“Oooh yeah, that’s what momma likes,” Jaime said, leaning in and actually taking a good long whiff of Lucy’s ass. “Mmmm, someone smells horny,” the blonde said, her hands all over Lucy’s naked ass, rubbing the skin vigorously. Lucy felt tears falling out of her eyes, even as she was pressed against the bed sheets. Jaime actually leaned forward and began to rub her face against Lucy’s bubble butt.
“My my my, you are quite the little firecracker, aren’t ya?” Jaime said, pulling back and running a single finger down the crack of Lucy’s ass, stopping just at the edge of her pussy. “And you’re getting into this - my my, sweetie. You are just flooding. You must really want me to slide a finger into this tiny little hole of yours.”
Lucy just cried into her gag. Jaime was right. Despite the fact that she was scared to death, Lucy’s pussy was practically dripping wet, and she would’ve given anything for a finger to slide up into her. Or a good hard cock. Or a cucumber. Or ANYTHING. Anything, but something attached to Jaime Pressly.
With a slight cackle of glee, Jaime stuck out her tongue and ran it over the entire length of Lucy’s pussy exactly once, savoring both the taste, and the way it made the smaller girl shudder in delight and revulsion at the same time.
“Come now, sweetie. You must have dreamt of this once,” Jaime said, moving up the bed again so she could look Lucy in the eyes. “You live in San Fran, lesbian capital of the world. You MUST have given some thought to some girl going down on you.”
Lucy shook her head in denial, the gag still keeping her from speaking.
“Tut tut, I don’t believe you,” Jaime said. “And for that, you’re going to lose more clothes.”
Before Lucy could react, Jaime reached up with her knife and went right for the straps of her dress. Already thin to start with, it was a matter of two quick cuts to rip through the spaghetti strands. But that only freed Lucy’s shoulders, and Jaime wanted so much more. Moving quickly now, Jaime grabbed the back zipper to Lucy’s dress and yanked it down - hard. It only went about partway down Lucy’s back, just enough for her to slip it off and on normally, but that wasn’t enough for Jaime. Grabbing either side of the freshly unzipped dress, Jaime began to pull, slowly but surely ripping the dress all the way down to the skirts. The sound of the fabric shredding behind her was enough to send a fresh wave of tears through Lucy.
“My my, you just have flawless skin, don’t you?” Jaime said, once more running a hand over Lucy’s body, this time starting up near the clasp of Lucy’s strapless bra, the only remaining piece of clothing Lucy had. For a moment, the kindergarten teacher though Jaime would simply unsnap that clasp, but the bank robber’s hand trailed away, down Lucy’s spine until it reached the crack of her ass, where it slowed a bit but still pressed against Lucy’s young flesh.
A single finger traced the outline of Lucy’s lower lips, making the young teacher quiver in fright and unexpected pleasure. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. For an endless heartbeat, nothing happened, then Jaime placed her hands firmly on both of Lucy’s hips, and before the young brunette could guess as to what was going to happen, Lucy, flipped her over, laying Lucy flat on her back in one swift move.
The hostage let out a muffled cry as she glared up into the lustful look Jaime was shooting down at her. There was something else in her eyes, too - something Lucy couldn’t quite place - and it sent shivers down Lucy’s spine.
“Oh, don’t be frightened,” Jaime said quietly. “This’ll be the best fucking you ever had, trust me. Just gotta get rid of this first,” she added, running a hand over both of Lucy’s still-covered nipples. Lucy trembled, then screamed into her gag as Jaime brought the knife back into view.
Lazily, almost playfully, Jaime slid the knife under Lucy’s bra, at the point where the two cups met between her cleavage. Her smile completely incongruous to her actions, she savagely yanked the knife up, ripping the bra right there and making Lucy scream again.
Remarkably, at least to Jaime’s mind, the cups of the newly separated bra fell back into place over Lucy’s breasts, preserving the small fragment of modesty she had left. Jaime couldn’t have that. Without saying a word, she used the flat of the knife to gently lift and move first the right cup, then the left, finally exposing the last bits of Lucy’s flesh to her lustful gaze.
“Oh, I wish I had a camera,” Jaime muttered, slowly lowering her lips. Lucy’s nipples were rock hard as she shivered in fright, so it was child’s play for Jaime to suck one of her erect little nubbins into her mouth, gently tugging and licking at it with her tongue. Lucy jumped at the intimate touch, but an instant later the pleasure of what Jaime was doing started to radiate out from her nipple.
Just as the little brunette relaxed, Jaime switched to the other nipple, and for half a moment, Lucy could pretend that maybe - just maybe - this was something she wanted.
Then, just as suddenly, Jaime jumped up, slid off the bed, and vanished from sight.
“Where is it, where is it?” Jaime asked, her tone a mix of impatience and boredom, as if she hadn’t just been forcing herself on another woman. Lucy could only lay there on the bed, worried about what would happen next.
“There you are,” Jaime said, and Lucy could hear rummaging as she pulled whatever it was she was looking for out of wherever she found it. There were more noises Lucy couldn’t identify, and for a moment, she thought she heard Jaime humming to herself.
“Oh yeah, now we’re ready,” Jaime said with a satisfied grunt. A moment later, she appeared next to Lucy on the bed, and this time Lucy screamed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 25, 2020, 05:19:26 AM

There, hanging between Jaime’s legs, was a massive dildo. “I don’t use this on girls all that much, honey,” the blonde said, sliding up between Lucy’s legs. “Honestly, bought it at first to scare a few guys I was robbing out in San Antonio, but one of them - real cowboy type, all macho and wearing boots with spurs and whatnot - he just wouldn’t hand over the combo to his safe, so I had to go ahead and peg him, you know? Well, let me tell you, it’s kinda fun, fuckin’ a man who ain’t ever dreamt of being fucked up the ass. He seemed to like it, and, well, every now and then, it’s fun to use this sucker on someone.”
As she spoke, Jaime placed the head of the plastic cock against the entrance to Lucy’s pussy. Lucy tried one more time to scream, but this time Jaime covered her mouth with her hand. “Now now, be nice,” the blonde scolded. “I’m about t’ rock your world, sweetie.”
Lucy tried to squirm away, to do anything. She didn’t want this, no matter what her body was telling her - her nipples erect and sensitive, her crotch growing wetter by the second. She liked boys, not girls with toys. Sure, she lived in San Francisco, and sure, she’d thought about it - but not like THIS. Not forced into it by a crazy blonde woman with a strap-on dildo.
“You know what I like about this best?” Jaime asked, hovering with the tip still pressed against Lucy’s entrance. “It’s got this little extension that penetrates my pussy,” Jaime went on, gushing a little, as if this was really exciting news and she wasn’t about to force herself on another woman. “So when I’m fucking you, I’m also fucking myself. And if I fuck you hard enough, I’ll totally cum, too! Ain’t that great?”
And with that, Jaime started to slowly slide the strap-on into Lucy.
Lucy felt the pressure as the head of the fake cock split her open and slid into her. For a crazy woman, Jaime was surprisingly gentle, moving slowly, a little bit at a time, letting Lucy get used to the large phallus inside her. She was almost tender, pressing in, looking down into Lucy’s eyes as she did so, one hand guiding the artificial cock in, the other supporting her weight. Still, even though she was being gentle, almost caring as she slid the dildo inside, Lucy could see that same crazy look in Jaime’s eyes.
Jaime was enjoying this in a way Lucy couldn’t quite understand, and wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Her body started to betray her then. Lucy felt the tip of the strap-on hit a particularly enjoyable spot inside her. It shot a wave of pleasure up her spine, making her shiver in delight. She tried to hide it, squeezing her eyes shut as if trying to pretend she wasn’t there. She rolled her head away from Jaime’s face, hovering above her. She screamed into her gag, trying to disguise the fact that she’d liked that.
Jaime caught it anyway.
“Oh, you liked that,” Jaime said, stopping her inevitable push inside Lucy and pulling out just a hair, enough so that when she started moving forward again, she hit that spot inside the little teacher again.
Lucy practically creamed herself right there, and she couldn’t hide it. Jaime had her, had her in a most erotic of spots, had her craving the fucking she was about to receive.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 26, 2020, 05:17:46 AM

“See,” Jaime said, leaning in close to whisper in Lucy’s ear. “I told you I was about to rock your world.”
And she did. Gone was the gentle tenderness - Jaime started fucking Lucy like her strap-on was a real cock, and she was getting as much pleasure as Lucy was, if not more, from every thrust. She was harsh, she was demanding, she was a little mean about it. But every one of Jaime’s thrusts into Lucy’s pretty little pussy hit that sensitive little spot, driving Lucy closer to orgasm.
Lucy’s breath was ragged, flying out through her nose with every thrust into her, and desperately sucking back in whenever Jaime pulled out. The gag made it harder to breathe, but at the same time added something to what Lucy was feeling.
She was horribly confused - she hated Jaime for what she was doing to her, but she loved what Jaime was doing to her. Before today, Lucy would’ve never guessed another woman could force herself upon her, but now… now she began to wonder why she hadn’t been with a woman before.
Jaime was panting hard and fast now, hammering away at Lucy, making the smaller girl’s tits jiggle in a miniature mirror of how Jaime’s own ample breasts shook and bounced. The small insertion in Jaime’s pussy was clearly working wonders on the aggressive blonde, and her eyes were half-slit, her mouth slightly ajar, making her own breathing far easier than poor Lucy’s.
Every thrust brought Lucy closer to her unwanted orgasm. Lucy knew it was going to happen now - there was no denying it. Jaime was pounding her harder and faster than any man ever even tried to fuck the Kindergarten teacher. And Lucy hated to admit it, but she enjoyed it.
She also enjoyed the view, oddly enough. There was something so arousing about watching another woman’s breasts bounce like that - it was all Lucy could do to tear her eyes away from those massive mammaries, so clearly artificially enhanced, but flawlessly so. Lucy blushed when she realized that if her hands had been free, she would’ve been reaching for those impressive breasts.
Lucy seemed to be thinking similarly - she took both her hands and put them over Lucy’s smaller breasts, holding on tight as she continued her relentless pounding into the little brunette’s pussy. The feeling of soft-but-tough hands upon her chest nearly sent Lucy over the edge. She was so close, so damn close. She hated it, she loved it, she wanted it over, she wanted it to last forever.
And then Jaime came.
“NNaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh!” Jaime grunted, trying hard to keep herself thrusting into Lucy while a powerful climax shot through her body. Lucy’s eyes flared with fear - and frustration. She was scared to death as Jaime collapsed onto her that now that the bank robber was done with her, she’d simply kill Lucy and be done with her. And she was frustrated, because Lucy’s own orgasm had been so close when Jaime stopped.
“Everthing okay in here?” Lucy glanced over to see the tattooed robber - Megan Fox - standing in the doorway.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jaime said, rolling off Lucy, the strap-on waving in the air above her crotch, glistening with Lucy’s juices. “Girl’s good. You should try her.”
“Maybe later - what happened to her clothes?”
“Who cares?” Jaime asked, slowly sitting up, patting Lucy’s bare pussy with one of her hands, making the smaller woman jump a bit. “She don’t need any.”
“She will tomorrow when we have to leave,” Megan said carefully.
“Well, fuck, too late. I tore her clothes all up. Go out and buy her some.”
“I’m not going to-” Megan stopped. “Fine, I’ll take her downstairs and see if there’s anything left in the store.”
Jaime stood up and sniffed the air. “Might want to wash her off first - girl smells like sex.” Jaime winked down at Lucy. “Not that I’m complainin’, sweets.”
Lucy moaned into her gag.
“What are you going to do?” Megan asked as Jaime - still only wearing her strap-on - walked out of the room.
“Don’t know,” Jaime said. “Maybe fuck another hostage. I could totally cum again tonight. Or maybe grab a beer…”
Megan sighed, and looked over at Lucy. “Come on, let’s get you showered and downstairs,” the tattooed robber said at last.
* * * * * * * * * *
Tammin Sursok had a few bad habits. She twirled her hair when she was nervous, she tapped her foot when she was impatient, and she liked to look at herself when having sex near mirrors. She was doing two of those three bad habits now, sitting in her cubicle, twirling her hair and tapping her toes, waiting for the phone records for Hayden Panettiere, Ashley Benson, and on a hunch, Troian Bellisario to come in. They were taking forever, but considering the increasing lateness of the hour, that wasn’t all that surprising.
At that moment, Tammin wished she had someone to have sex with, because she could use the stress relief and the time killer.
“Hey, we’ve got something!” Agent Smythe called out, drawing the attention of Tammin, Kristen Bell, and Jessica Biel. “SFPD came through with something competent for once.”
“What’ve you got?” Jessica asked as the three women gathered around Smythe’s desk.
“The crooks did a pretty solid job blocking the cameras at the bank, but they forgot about Chloe’s Used Books and Clothes down the street,” Smythe said. “Chloe’s has been broken into six times in the last 8 months, so the owner got a video camera security system. Closed circuit, no internet connection at all.”
“So no way for them to hack into it,” Kristen said.
“SFPD sent over the best bits. We knew a blonde walked into the bank, managing to keep her face from any of their cameras, and helped knock out the guards - well, here she is.” Smythe’s screen lit up with the face of a gorgeous woman, flawless save for a small mole on the side of her face.
“Whoa,” all three women said at once.
“Yeah, my reaction, too,” Smythe said. “Got the computers working on facial ID, so far no hits, but she’s only the start of our little goldmine.”
“You’ve got something else?” Biel asked.
“You remember when the criminals came out?”
“Yeah, with hostages,” Kristen said.
“Including a naked one,” Smythe said, bringing up the image of the young naked woman rushing out the door. The image was framed just right so that both her breasts were on the screen, and the only thing keeping her crotch from view was the bag one of the masked women was carrying, no doubt filled with cash.
“Are we looking at this for any reason other than the fact this girl’s cute?” Kristen asked.
“Hang on, here’s the facial,” Smythe said, eyeing Tammin in a way that made it clear he had chosen that phrase specifically for her to hear. “There,” he said, pausing it. She was young, late teens, no more than 20, and that was being generous. And she seemed to be in as much of a hurry as the robbers, not trying to resist at all.
“Do we have anything on her?” Biel asked.
“Tons - well, comparatively,” Smythe added quickly. “She’s got a record.”
The room went quiet.
“The naked girl has a record? For what?” Bell asked quickly.
“Home invasion, breaking and entering, industrial espionage, and she’s got a long record of cracking safes.”
“Safecracking? She’s what, 12?” Biel asked.
“Nah, she’s perfectly legal to be running around naked, especially in this town,” Smythe said. “But even that record isn’t the best part. Wait until you hear who she is.”
All the girls looked at him expectantly.
“Her name is Emma Roberts,” he said, an eyebrow raised as if that name was all he needed to say.
“Gonna need more than that, Smythe,” Bell remarked.
“As in the Roberts crime family,” Smythe added, a little surprise in his voice, as if he was surprised to learn none of the girls had heard of them.
“Wait, the Roberts crime family,” Biel said. “As in Julia Roberts, the mob boss?”
“The same Julia Roberts who was gunned down while on vacation in Greece last year?” Tammin asked.
“Same family, slightly different branch,” Smythe said. “Emma here is Eric Roberts’ daughter. Eric is Julia’s brother, and until he was killed in an awfully suspicious car crash he was a highly successful art thief and safe cracker. Seems he passed some skills on to his daughter.”
“Lovely,” Biel remarked. “So, how do we find her?”
“No known addresses here in San Fran, or anywhere in California for that matter. Last known habitat was an apartment in NYC - local office already has someone going over there to check it out, but no one expects them to find anything.”
“Consider it a dead end unless the locals come back with something quality. Has this Roberts chick ever worked with a group before?”
“Never, but the being naked part is in her MO,” Smythe replied. “She strips down to crack safes. Finds clothes too distracting, somehow.”
“She’s distracting enough to everyone else like that,” Tammin muttered.
“Wait a minute - the safe in the bank was blown open,” Kristen pointed out. “If this Roberts chick was so good, why couldn’t she just crack the safe without resorting to explosives?”
“Not enough time?” Biel wondered.
“Maybe she messed something up inside, and didn’t have another choice,” Tammin offered.
“Good call, BJ,” Biel said. “What was her last local crime here in San Fran?”
“Broke into a safe in the Countdown Communications offices. She was after a rather expensive diamond that ended up in there, but ended up taking some key files on their plans to buy out a competitor. She would’ve gotten away with it, too, except the guard on duty that night was running behind in his patrols, and showed up after he was already supposed to have passed by. Walked in on her buck naked with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.”
“What happened?”
“She was arrested, but a lawyer showed up and got her charges reduced from felony breaking and entering to misdemeanor public indecency for being naked.”
“Helluva lawyer,” Bell said. “Who was it?”
“Woman by the name of Reiko Aylesworth, she’s a major player for Lychan Hollowman law firm here in town,” Smythe said. “Got her address and everything, if you’re interested.”
“Bell, take BJ here and go see if Miss Aylesworth knows anything about Emma Roberts’ current location,” Jessica ordered. “We’ll keep in touch from here.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 26, 2020, 05:20:39 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
With the others off elsewhere, Blake Lively and Roselyn Sanchez had the room to themselves; the TV was off, and there wasn't anything playing music.
"I got a question," the leader of the gang said after they'd sat in silence for a few minutes.
Blake studied Roselyn's face; nothing dangerous there. "Go ahead."
Roselyn bit the bullet. "Why don't you like girls?"
"Why don't you like boys?" Blake countered.
Roselyn was tempted to tell her it was none of her damn business; it would have been true, and she'd have been well within her rights to say so. The trouble was, Blake would have been justified in throwing that response right back in her face - and she'd brought it up in the first place.
"I used to," she answered. "At least, I thought I did. But then I met Cat. I was in a bad relationship when she came into my life... she saved me. Showed me who I really was - I took off one night, never looked back." Her face took on a blissful aspect as she thought of her beloved; Roselyn would have given anything to know what she was doing now. If only she could sneak a phone call. Anything to hear her and Joshua...
"So this Cat's your partner?"
“No, she left me before I could tell her how I felt. Alicia’s my partner… my *wife* one day, I hope. I met her when she was pregnant and dumped by the dad; we were each other’s missing pieces. Now we’ve got a beautiful little boy…”
"I couldn't be a mother," Blake admitted. "I've got too much trouble taking care of myself without having to worry about a kid."
"But come on, it's your turn... why don't you like girls? Have you not found the right one?" Roselyn chuckled.
"You're not the first person who's asked me that," the blonde admitted, stretching her legs. "But honestly, I just don't... it's just not natural for me."
Roselyn was glad that Blake had said those last two words.
"I've had one or two guys ask me if I'd do it with a girl while they watched - I let them down easy. And then I let them do anything they want to me. You know what got me through the time with Emma Roberts? Thinking about boys... otherwise I'd have risked an assault charge, and I'm not into fighting."
"I know - you're a lover, not a..."
"Yeah, like the old song. Anyway," Blake continued, ignoring Roselyn's gasp at the word "old," "I need to get a little freshened up - back in about half an hour." And getting to her feet, she left Roselyn alone and padded towards the bathroom.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 26, 2020, 05:23:22 AM

She did have to get "a little freshened up," but she also needed some alone time. Blake had made a hefty amount from this job, even minus what she'd relieved Rhona's brother of (she had no illusions that Mitra would forget THAT), but it was a team effort; what she got from her customers/targets was all her own. As she entered the small, sparsely furnished but clean bathroom, Blake reflected that some more jobs further down the coast was what she needed when this was done. A lot further down the coast. Like, say, Caracas or Rio.
Blake began to dance, swaying to music only she could hear. Closing her eyes, she took herself away from this closed-down lingerie outlet to a private party, the kind Blake often found herself at. The kind where no one dared let anyone else know they were, especially not their wives or girlfriends. At this party Blake Lively was the only woman, and she was lapping up the cheers and whistles as she danced for them, going from one man to the next. Blake dressed for men, lived for men, and lived off men, and she wasn't ashamed of it.
Nor was she ashamed of each man caressing her as she took off each piece of clothing, an action in her mind mirrored in reality by her clothes being shed while her hands moved over her undulating body. The top, the bra, the dress, all slipped off with practised ease and dropped to the floor; soon Blake was down to that thong. And even sooner, that was gone as well. Sighing blissfully, the long fingers of Blake's right hand slid along her flesh and into her pussy hairs, slowly moving along the lips.
Working herself with years of practice, her thumb and forefinger rolled her lovebutton between them while her middle finger started to probe between the lips, seeking out all the spots that fired her up.
"Do you like it?" she whispered to her imaginary audience. "Do you want more of it?" She sank to her knees, seeing the men moving in around her. They were so easy; they all wanted her, and they'd do anything to be with her. And it was almost always vice versa; Blake was good at making men imagine she wanted nothing more than to be their slaves, but deep down she kind of did. She just didn't want to be tied down to more than one - she liked playing with guys, and she liked to make them pay for the privilege. But she also liked them to enjoy it, so they wouldn't mind that much...
The first time Blake had had a whole gaggle of guys around her with their enormous hard-ons aimed at her was when she was 16; as she writhed on the ground, thrusting and groaning with her right hand soaking under the feel of her cunt, she was back there with the men at that birthday party, every single one pumping their cocks and waiting to decorate eager-to-please teenage Blake with their cum. Blake hadn't taken any cash, but they had all been very, very nice to her from that point on... the girl had revelled in feeling each splatter and hearing every approving yell as her body shook and shuddered while she cried in happiness. And as the mid-20s blonde writhed and groaned, telling the invisible audience she wanted them with her all damn night, she was happy again.
So was Roselyn, on her knees by the bathroom door, peering through the keyhole. She had a perfect view of Blake on the floor, arching back and bending upwards, with a shot of Miss Lively's asshole wide open and her right hand underneath working her snatch; Roselyn gasped, and was lucky that Blake was too involved with herself to notice. The darkhaired woman watched as Blake rolled over and thrashed on the ground, calling out to a bunch of people in her head that she was theirs forever, telling them to fuck her when she was done, to please fuck her fuck her FUCK HER...
For once, Roselyn wished she had a penis as she watched Blake throw her head up toward the ceiling and scream loudly, her perky tits pointing the incredibly hard nipples upwards and her legs wide apart as she finished, sweaty and shaking as she offered her juice-soaked hand to someone. "Go ahead... lick it..." the blonde moaned, finishing off the fantasy as she started to dress. "You know you want to."
Feeling a little soaked herself, Roselyn moved away from the door, mentally reviewing the little show Blake Lively had just on as she stood up and started to jog a little on the spot.
"Oh, you wanted the room? I'm sorry!" Blake gasped as she opened the door a few moments later, and saw Roselyn doing her "I need the bathroom" dance.
"We're both women - we know how long it can take," Roselyn said reassuringly, "racing" inside as the blonde stepped out.
By herself, Roselyn sat down and placed her hand between her legs; this time there was no one watching through the hole...
* * * * * * * * * *
Nearly half an hour had passed since Jamie had forcefully taken Lucy's anal virginity. As she made her way down to the alleyway following behind Megan Fox, she still walked gingerly as Megan kneeled in front of the locked door.
"W-what is this place?" Lucy timidly asked.
"Don't know, just heard it was a clothing store." Megan said as she swiftly picked the back lock and reached above the door pulling out the cords that powered the alarm. Megan pulled open the back door and shoved Lucy inside.
Once inside the store they finally realized where they were.
"Victoria's Secret, unbelievable," Megan said as she looked around the store. Lucy clinched the towel closer to her body and looked around the store, even briefly looking back toward the door they just entered.
Megan, sensing Lucy's movements, spun around and pointed a gun at the frightened teacher.
"Don't get any ideas honey, you're here to get some new clothes and that's it."
"B-but I can't wear lingerie up there...with her." Lucy said, her voice shaking.
Megan put her gun down on the counter. "Relax kiddo, she's had her fun with you she's not gonna go after you again..." she said, putting her hands on Lucy's shoulders - a simple act that seemed to calm Lucy's nerves. Megan rubbed Lucy's shoulders briefly as they looked around the store.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:10:42 AM

After a few minutes of looking over the racks, Lucy called out to Megan "Doesn't Victoria's Secret sell regular clothes, like sweat pants and stuff?"
"I think so, but apparently this branch doesn't carry them. Looks like you’re stuck with the sexy stuff," Megan replied as she held a couple of random bras to her chest and checked herself out in the mirror.
“I may have to steal some of this stuff for myself,” Megan thought as Lucy found a rack of pajamas and grabbed the first pair that looked like they fit her.
"HEY, where are you going?" Megan shouted reaching for her pistol.
"T-the changing room," Lucy said, pointing to the rooms at the back of the store. Megan looked back, then grabbed a chair from behind the counter and planted it a few feet from the curtain.
"You can model the stuff for me then," Megan said with a hint of lust in her voice. Lucy, after all that had been done to her so far tonight, simply blushed and went in the room. After a few moments and a few whispered curse words from Lucy while in the changing room, Megan spoke up.
"What's taking so long?"
"Um, it’s not....it’s....too small," Lucy replied.
"It's what?" Megan chuckled.
"It's too small for me. It won’t fit," Lucy replied, embarrassed.
Megan stood up and opened the curtain, and Lucy quickly covered her breasts even thought the top was still on. Megan looked at Lucy and chuckled again.
"What?" Lucy asked, finally cracking a smile.
"You're a foot tall, if this won’t fit you then I dont think anything small will," Megan said as she went back to her seat.
"I guess I should find something else then," Lucy shyly replied as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Megan sat and waited by the dressing room watching to make sure Lucy didn’t try to escape but trying to be suprised at Lucy's choices.
Lucy rushed back into the dressing room and closed the curtain with a wink toward Megan.
"This is gonna be fun," Megan said to herself as she put her gun down.
A few minutes later Lucy stepped out of the dressing room wearing a bustier set. The sides were slit up with red ribbon lacing. She also had on a garter belt attached to a pair of thigh high red stockings and a pair of black frilly panties, Lucy could feel Megan's eyes on her.
"What do you think?" Lucy asked as she spun around, briefly stopping so Megan could look at her ass.
“Uh..." Megan started, briefly flustered by Lucy's display "...I like it, but personally I think it makes you look like jailbait."
"Jailbait? Why I oughta..." Lucy joked, feeling infinitely more comfortable with Megan then she did before, even briefly forgetting Megan's gun on the floor. Megan laughed as Lucy again closed the curtain.
A few more minutes passed and Megan began to get impatient as she heard Lucy struggling with her outfit.
"Everything ok?" Megan asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm almost done," Lucy replied. A few seconds later, Megan's jaw dropped as she saw Lucy come out of the dressing room. Lucy again struck a pose, leaning on a wall shooting a smoldering look at Megan.
"Wow," Megan replied.
"You like?" Lucy asked, the flirting in her voice even more obvious now.
"You went in a girl, you came out a woman. I mean, you were cute in the bank, but this...this...wow." Megan stood up and ran her hand along the satin lace corset that Lucy had on, she admired how cute Lucy's bottom looked in the black lace panties.
The feel of her captor's hand on her waist spurred Lucy on; just this morning she never would have thought she would be with a woman but she wanted this tattooed woman and she wanted her now. Lucy reached up and pulled Megan in for a kiss on the lips.
"I was wondering when this was gonna happen," Megan said as she lifted Lucy up so the smaller girl could wrap her legs around her and begin kissing her more forcefully. Megan balanced Lucy against the wall and ripped the corset down the middle and tossed it on the floor. Megan shrugged out of her tank top and Lucy started licking Megan's breasts.
Lucy moved from one breast to another, sucking and licking the tattooed woman's hard nipples as if seeking to be fed like a baby. The younger woman's nipples, which were tiny compared to Megan's, rapidly became erect under the caresses of her young teacher. Megan gripped Lucy's hair and drew her head away from the nipples.
"Lick me, I need it right now." said the older woman and Lucy immediately dropped to her knees between Megan thighs. Lucy's lingerie was tattered and forgotten on the floor as she thrust her face into Megan's wet pussy, the moisture glistening even in the dark of the shop.
 "Oh yes. You are a quick learner, Lucy. You have got my pussy purring already. Use your fingers too, dear." Lucy complied with Megan's instructions, happy to be pleasing the older woman.
"Concentrate on my clit with your tongue." Lucy slid two of her fingers into Megan while lapping away and gently nibbling on her clit. It was not long before Lucy's ministrations brought Megan to climax for the first time.
"Excellent work, Lucy," said Megan as she pulled the cunt-juice covered face from between her thighs. "Time to give you a workout. On all fours now."
As Lucy obeyed the order in eager anticipation, Megan looked over the suddenly compliant teacher and swooned slightly. Lucy screamed with delight as Megan swiped her tongue over Lucy's wetness, then added two fingers to the nibbling on her clit. Megan's licking changed speeds rapidly from slow and steady to frantic and forceful and back again, the sensation seeming to drive Lucy mad.
“This is what it’s supposed to feel like,” Lucy thought to herself as she slid her hand down and started to rub her own clit, but Megan slapped her hand away.
"No touching, slut," Megan purred as she returned to her licking. Lucy didn't even object to being called a slut as Megan's tongue delved into her licking and sucking her in a way she had never been done before. Lucy's moans could be heard all the way into the hideout, Megan slid a finger deep into Lucy and the girl fell face first into the carpet in orgasm.
"Oh...oh wow...that was.....wow," Lucy managed to stammer when she finally regained her strength. She looked around the store and saw Megan rummaging around the racks. Lucy managed to get enough of her energy to get back to her feet.
"Found it," Megan managed to say after Lucy had fully regained her strength.
"What did you find?" Lucy asked.
"Well, since what you were supposed to wear is no longer a viable option, I found something else..." Megan said tossing a ball of black lace toward Lucy and led her back to the dressing room. "...you're gonna look so sexy in this."
Lucy blushed and smiled closing the dressing room door.
Megan sat back down on her chair and waited. After a few minutes she called out "You almost done?"
"Yeah, just got to finish up these snaps. You're right..." Lucy giggled. "...I do look sexy in this."
At that moment the door opened and Lucy stepped out. Once she took it all in Megan's jaw dropped. “Damn, I know how to pick 'em,” Megan thought to herself.
Lucy was clad in a black lace and mesh teddy that barely held her tiny boobs in; Megan was sure she could see Lucy's pussy through the panties, and her legs were covered in black lace stocking held up by a garter belt.
"Wow....we need to get you back up there before they think I ran off with you," Megan said checking her watch and looking at Lucy for as long as she possibly could.
"W-what about the blonde?' Lucy asked suddenly fearful.
"I'll keep you out of her sight for as long as possible, but I dont know how long that will be," Megan promised taking off her leather jacket and putting it around Lucy. Megan pulled Lucy toward the door but Lucy stopped her.
"Um...what about shoes?" Lucy asked biting her lip slightly. Megan looked behind the cashier station and lo and behold there was a pair of four inch black pumps. Megan handed them to Lucy and she slipped them on not even noticing that they fit her perfectly.
"We really have to go now," Megan said to Lucy as they headed back to the hideout, Lucy clutching Megan as they did.
* * * * * * * * *
The second they'd put the hostages on the bed, Hayden's eyes had started going over the room looking for something sharp-edged - no matter where it was, she was prepared to fall off the bed and crawl towards it to try and cut these bonds.
That's how she'd felt at first, but with her being alone (apart from the raven-haired girl and the redhead, neither of whom were in the mood for even mumbling) she'd had time to think over where she was. Other than in an abandoned Victoria's Secret.
On the one hand, this was a bad place to be - kidnapped and at the mercy of a gang of robbers. On the other hand, only one of them seemed like a psycho... the rest of them didn't look like they were too fond of her (or each other, except possibly for the tall dark one and that girl who broke into stuff naked), so if worst came to worst they just might be able to control her. Plus, if you had to be kidnapped by bank robbers it might as well be hot bank robbers.
That was one reason why Hayden had decided to do what she did; from the leader to the wheelgirl, there wasn't one who didn't moisten her panties. Especially that tall blonde... it was easier to play along with them, get into their good books the best way she knew how. It would make her time here easier, plus when this was over she'd likely have the whole story behind the group.
Just as long as the first one wasn't that gun-crazy blonde...
The door opened and one of said hot girls entered. Both Hayden and JoAnna exhaled as much as they could through their gags when they saw it was Grace Park, even with a blade in her hand.
"How are you guys doing?" she asked amiably, patting JoAnna's head and smiling at Hayden. "Sorry it isn't the Ritz, but we're on a budget. The teller's reserved, or I'd cut her out right now. You, on the other hand," she added as she rolled the reporter over and pressed the blade to the bonds (and her other hand to Hayden's ass), "we got business to attend to."
Grace flicked the blade and the gag fell from the reporter's mouth, with the hands and feet freed a moment later. She tensed herself, prepared to punch Hayden if she whirled around and tried to fight; instead, the blonde pixie turned over, propped herself up and gave her a coy little smile.
"I was hoping it would be you," she said softly.
"Huh?" asked the hacker, caught somewhere between puzzled and - well - pleased. "Who are you, and what did you to Palpatine?"
Hayden took Grace's free hand and, with no resistance, rested it on the area of her dress above her crotch. "Before we go any further... it's Panettiere. You wanna play with me, get it right. Or you can just call me Hayden."
"Uhh... what are you doing... Hayden?"
"Come on, Nerd Girl; I saw how you looked in the parking space. We're going to be together for a while... hostages have rights." Hayden gave her another smile. "That thing in the van - I was just trying to get a point across. I wouldn't *really* have shot you."
Grace hadn't been so sure, but maybe that had been the girl's intent. The important thing was, she was still intact. And the desire in the girl's eyes had been there all the time, and was there now. If Hayden was toying with her, this was a game the hacker didn't mind playing.
"Grace," she said, getting off the bed and beckoning to the reporter. "My name's Grace Park."
"Pleased to meet you," Hayden replied, rising and leaving with Grace.
Behind them, JoAnna Garcia's eyes were saying "What the fuck just happened?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"You know," Hayden said as they entered one of the few remaining free rooms, "if I had a cock I'd want lips like yours around it."
"Oh, you're going to be the dom here? Don't think so," Grace laughed. "Remember, you said I could kiss your ass..."
She pushed Hayden onto the softly-carpeted floor, and the reporter obligingly hiked her dress up. Grace sighed; Hayden was blessed with beautiful legs for someone so short and unthin, and she had great taste in underwear as well. The silk fabric hugged those soft little mounds sticking out above her thighs like they knew what was underneath.
"You can take them off if you want," Hayden said softly. "Just don't rip them."
"We're in a Victoria's Secret," Grace pointed out, but that didn't keep her from taking the edge of the panties and pulling them down the reporter's legs as Hayden unzipped her dress and shrugged it off, uncoupling her bra as she did. Hayden smiled to herself when she heard Grace whistle on seeing her uncovered buns.
"You have got a CLASSIC ass," the hacker said admiringly. "Jaime's always bragging about how hot hers is, but I'd fuck yours over hers any day. But first..."
Grace knelt down as if she was before royalty and gave each of Hayden's asscheeks a long kiss, before pressing her lips to the cleft. She kissed it and licked it, burrowing her tongue inside and touching the opening of the blonde pixie's asshole. Grace rested her hands on Hayden's buns, probing and squeezing as she munched; it was times like this that she wished she had a tongue like a lizard - no matter how deep she probed inside it wasn't deep enough.
"Mmmm... yes... almost as nice as my girl..." Hayden moaned.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:11:56 AM

It failed to put Grace off that Hayden was in a relationship. Heck, she was flattered that she was matching up in this respect. Still with her hands on the blonde's cushions, Grace slid up her back and kissed her shoulder blades; Hayden turned around and kissed the hacker on the lovely full lips, running her hands through her long black hair before pulling her T-shirt off.
"Not wearing a bra?" the blonde asked.
"Do I need one?" Grace cracked.
Hayden carefully inspected her perky little tits - if she had known Grace was 37 (the oldest member of the gang other than Roselyn), she'd never have believed it. "No. No, you don't."
Grace began to nuzzle the blonde's smaller but just as sweet rack as Hayden undid the hacker's jeans. "C'mon, I bet your butt's just as nice..."
The jeans were kicked off, followed by Grace's underwear. The two women lay together, loving how their breasts felt against each other and each with a hand roaming along the other's pussy. Grace was delighted to find Hayden was relatively smooth below; she liked access to be as easy as possible. Hayden, in turn, was happy to find her fingers exploring a virtual jungle between Grace's legs; that way the journey was as fun as the destination.
They kissed again, Hayden putting a little more passion into her side of the lip action as she slid a finger into Grace's hot box. She intended to replace her finger with her tongue before long, but first she wanted a bit more of Grace's lips...
* * * * * * * * * *
Jaime didn't give a shit about recycling; the crumpled beer cans lying unmourned next to the bin (she didn't give a shit about being tidy either), she strutted back to the bedroom. One down, and really only one to go.
She loved fucking straight girls, and maybe before this was over she'd have time to teach that bank teller a lesson - not the way she REALLY wanted (Jaime would have loved to put a bullet through her brain, in the unlikely event Carrot-top had one) - but first of all, she had a trouble-making gun-losing reporter to get in line. Entering the room, she expected to see the remaining hostages's eyes take on the proportions of those on Japanese cartoon girls on seeing her striding around with the Lucy Hale-flavoured strap-on.
She was half right; JoAnna's eyes widened all right, but hers were the only ones that did. The teller had the bed all to herself - no height-challenged blondes anywhere in the place. So either Hayden Christensen or whatever the fuck her name was had turned invisible or...
Seething, she marched over to the bed and pulled JoAnna's gag down from her mouth; the redhead gasped as Jaime glared down at her.
"Midget, midget... who's got the midget?"
"That girl Grace!" JoAnna blurted out in about half a second. She hadn't forgotten how they'd gotten on in the bank, and she really wanted to stay on her good side.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:16:22 AM

It worked; Jaime stormed out without a word.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hayden Panettiere and Grace Park weren't saying a word either. Mainly because the blonde and the blackhaired woman were lying side by side with their heads buried between each other's legs and their hands eagerly fondling each other's behinds. This was one of the least vicious circles ever; Hayden's busy mouth tasting and licking Grace's wonderful mound and fingering deep inside her ass heated up Grace, driving her on to return the favour, which made Hayden eat and probe even harder, and so on.
Hayden moved her tongue away from Grace and traced a path with it from her quim to her starfish, never letting her tongue leave the skin for a second. She loved how Grace's body arced in delight the second her tongue touched her backdoor; her pussy was nicer, but not much.
And now she was beginning to boil inside as Grace's hungry mouth began to complete its work; Hayden wanted to delay it for a while, but she couldn't hold off... the good news was that she wasn't finished with this girl yet, not even close. Hayden yelled into Grace's openings as she found herself coming, bucking and slamming against the hacker as she let her mouth go; immediately preparing for round two, she turned herself around to face the beaming Grace.
"Wanna race?"
"Huh?"
Grace held a hand up. "A little finger-fucking before I get out the big guns... we've all got our own dildos with us to get us through the night. You win, you get to use mine to fuck me. I win... you STILL get to fuck me."
"Like the prizes," Hayden laughed.
"You earned it. I figure anyone who pisses off Saline Tits the way you did in the van can't be all bad," Grace continued.
"Saline Tits?"
"That southern fried blonde gun freak who can't remember anyone's name. She can't stand it if you don't remember HERS though - or if you think her rack's fake. Even though it is," Grace added with a wink as she rested her hand of choice on Hayden's crotch, fondling her slit. Eager for another shot at that lovely bushy pussy, the blonde thrust her fingers down below, ready to go.
"On three... one, two, thREEE..." Grace's voice rose a good three octaves as Hayden slid her fingers inside, maintaining a perfect rhythm as the digits moved through her box. Not to be outdone, Grace thrust her slim fingers inside the blonde, and was rewarded as her mouth dropped open almost at once; for a second Grace thought she might have another Kara Thrace on her hands (so to speak) - she had made that blonde come within like two SECONDS. Damn, that felt good.
Hayden was made of stronger stuff, but Grace's fingers were flying within her like she was at a keyboard; it seemed everything she touched was sending off sparks. She panted and gasped as her own hand increased the pace, poking in and out of the lady and wishing she could stop for a second and lick, to taste Grace once more. Hayden gave Grace's lovebutton a little tweak, and was rewarded when the Park digits actually paused briefly - not long enough to break the sensation, but long enough for Hayden to notice.
Their cunts mutually heating up, the two sank to the floor and rolled over; with Grace's eyes closed and Hayden on top. Grace's other hand had been prodding and stroking her ass; Hayden could feel the fingers going inside - wow, she had big fingers. Really big...
"Oh, *fuck*," she said out loud. That was NOT a finger. Whatever it was, it was thick and lubed, and doing a really good job of stretching her asshole. Hayden's mouth gaped as whatever it was continued to core up her, her ability to speak lost between Grace's thrusting and whatever - or WHOEVER - was behind her.
"Miss me, Smurfette?" Jaime cackled, sliding the strap-on in and out of Hayden's upraised booty as she clamped her hands on the smaller blonde's shoulders. "Nothing like a nice juicy ass to wrap up the day... thanks for making it so easy for me..."
Grace's eyes opened when she heard that twangy voice, and closed them again on seeing Jaime grinning behind Hayden, pumping away, those well-made fake boobies jerking like a madwoman. She did NOT want that psycho's face getting in the way of Hayden's hand action, even if it was helping to power her up.
In between the robbers, Hayden was living the dream - she loved getting it in the ass, but even in college she'd never managed to be in a situation with more than one woman (bad luck, she put it down to) where she could have it at both doors. Oooh, yes... say what you want about that freak, she knew how to work a rod. It moved so fast and true inside Hayden's rear, and even though she suspected Jaime was only interested in pleasing herself, her ass was getting it like she'd never had it before. Not even from Troian, much as she hated to admit it.
Between the pounding from Jaime and the way Grace was revving her up in front, Hayden wasn't sure whether her pussy or asshole would make her come... grabbing one of Grace's shoulders, she screamed out loud as she started slamming back and forth between them. As fast as her hand was, Grace's was even faster...
"BEST EVER!!!" she howled, feeling a sudden dampness inside her back door; Jaime's device had worked. The sweating reporter felt herself dripping between her legs over Grace's fingers - she'd lost, but it felt great.
Hayden rested on Grace's gorgeous form, kissing her neck as the hacker stroked her hair and back. "You did good, kid," she told the blonde.
"Hate to break up the Hallmark moment, but you're jumping my claim," Jaime snapped, getting off Hayden but for some reason continuing to keep her hand on the reporter's ass, fondling it in a manner that was almost affectionate.
"Oh yeah..." Hayden said lazily, as if she had been expecting it.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:17:13 AM

"Since you've got such a sweet back bumper I ain't gonna kick you off - you can get up by yourself. I got a job for Lotus Blossom here."
"Sheesh, couldn't you at least come up with a KOREAN name?" Grace grumbled as she watched Hayden crawl off her; Jaime hadn't given her butt quite the same pounding as Troian had gotten, but it would be a little while before she could walk.
"Ain't they all the same?" Jaime cackled. "Anyway, I bet you got those cock-sucking lips of yours up the Hobbit's chute - you want seconds?"
Grace raised an eyebrow at the very idea that she'd let an actual penis in her mouth, but she cast her eyes on Hayden's rump and beamed.
Jaime snapped her fingers. "Eyes right, geek. I got enough of her asshole flavouring my little friend here," she added, pointing to the strap-on. "Clean it off for me."
It wasn't straight from the source, but whatever. Grace got to her feet... well, her palms and knees... and headed over to the blonde standing over her, hands on her hips and strap-on aimed right at her face. Grace ran her tongue along the tip of it, wishing that she'd been the one wearing it but satisfied with the knowledge that hers was bigger. Adding to her wish list the desire that Hayden was behind her wielding Edgemont (her pet name for her toy - Grace named it after the place she'd first had sex), she wrapped her lips around the device and started to suck it hard enough to pull the lacquer off.
Jaime nodded in approval. "You know, for someone who hates dicks you go like you've sucked enough..."
Grace, her eyes closed, gave her the bird with both hands without letting up on the swallowing. Jaime just laughed as she checked out Hayden, who was scanning the dark-haired lady - it looked like she wasn't sure whether to crawl under her and taste some more of those yummy swaying Asian boobs or try and eat her snatch out from behind.
Hayden started stroking Grace's lovely slim legs; she rubbed herself against them like a cat, licking and kissing the backs of her thighs. Taking one of her calves in her hands, Hayden crouched down and started to lightly lick the foot at the end of it; Grace had beautiful toes, all lovely and suckable.
She flicked her tongue along the top of each toe, briefly sucking each one before she pulled herself back a little and rested the foot on her pussy, moving them along each other as much for her own enjoyment as Grace's. It helped that Grace decided to wriggle one or two of the toes while she was there... moving her other hand up and over Grace's behind, Hayden shivered with happiness as the big toe actually slid inside her.
Grace was liking how Jaime's device was tasting; she could tell it had been up someone else other than the tiny blonde - someone with a very tasty snatch. Along with Hayden's rear entrance, this made two great tastes that went well together... she started to rest her hands on Jaime's ass, before they were slapped away.
"That's for fun size there," she snapped, before giving Grace's head a further slap. "You did your job... looks like you did it pretty well."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:20:04 AM

"I had some help," the hacker smiled, relishing Hayden's hands on her legs and her tongue running along her feet.
"So she likes the legs, huh? Well, she's about to work on the best - hit the road, Crouching Tiger!" And Jaime yanked Grace's head back by the hair to underline the point.
"Hey, c'mon!" Hayden protested. "I wasn't finished!"
"YOU weren't finished?!?" Grace argued.
"Don't worry, asshole," Jaime grinned. "You'll get another chance."
"Oh great, first you get the races mixed up now you can't even quote a *good* movie," Grace muttered as she got to her feet, swapping sorrowful glances with the reporter. She'd been looking forward to playing with Hayden's legs herself, maybe get into a little cosplay later - Grace could just see herself fucking the blonde pixie while they were dressed as cheerleaders.
"Jaime's right," she told Hayden. "You'll get another chance."
"Looking forward to it," the blonde said, perking up and watching Grace's yummy and still naked body leave, picking up her clothes as she did. "I can show you my party trick."
"Oh, believe me, when we're done you ain't never gonna want some of that yellow lovin' again," Jaime laughed, dropping down to Hayden's level and putting an arm around her. "Now let's get down to business... that's a nice perky rack you got there. Could stand to be bigger, but you gotta work with what you got. Or rather, *I* gotta work with what you got."
"You what now?"
"You owe me a gun," Jaime continued, poking Hayden's breasts. "And I'm gonna take it out on these... sit still, huh?"
"Is that why you came in with that?" Miss Panettiere said calmly, pointing to Jaime's waist. Or rather, to the belt she had tied around it when she'd left JoAnna, the only item she had on other than the strap-on.
"Expectin' this, huh?"
"Best to just take the medicine... let you have your fun."
Jaime nodded, unbuckling the belt. "I'd love to do this to your butt, but looks to me like it's plump enough so you wouldn't feel a thing. Gotta tell ya, I've seen black girls with less booty than what you got."
Hayden, who'd been told several times that she had the best ass they'd ever seen on a white girl, took the compliment in the matter it was intended.
"But up there you ain't got much, so... you ready?"
"Yes, ma'am."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:22:02 AM

"Yes, ma'am!" Jaime cackled, pulling the strap back. "Saying what I want to hear ain't gonna save you - you cost me one of my best weapons, Itty Bitty, and that can't go unpunished. I had that for nine years, and that's one year for each lash. And it's gonna HURT... you make a sound and I add another lash, clear?"
Hayden noted how hard Jaime was gripping the end of the belt; she had definitely done stuff like this before. Inside she was sweating, but outside she eyed the robber and nodded.
WHACK!
It was like the Flash with this one; one second Jaime had been standing with the belt out, the next it had cracked across Hayden's breasts, stinging her nipples and flying off her body like a snake. The pain was sharp and fast, but the reporter didn't say a word, even though her body jerked under the impact.
CRACK!
Jaime slammed the strap harder this time, bringing it straight down Hayden's left breast. This time there was a small red line starting to develop, made redder by the next crack. Hayden was shaking, but even though her nipples were stinging she didn't make a peep.
The cracks and slaps echoed through the room as Jaime continued to beat Hayden's chest, leaving red hot straplines decorating her breasts; the tiny blonde could have just grabbed the belt and fought back, but that wouldn't have played well for either of them. Hayden's teeth weren't as clenched as Jaime's, who was putting her heart and soul into each and every blow. The way her eyes were lighting up showed she would have happily continued until Hayden began to bleed...
"And we're DONE!" Jaime had reached nine times, and immediately dropped the belt, gazing down on the supine Hayden with her crimson-tinged breasts, nipples swollen a tiny bit with the blows. They'd be a little warmer and more sensitive, but they were intact. And Hayden had not made a sound.
"Like that?"
"Not supposed to LIKE it," the reporter said, playing the role to the hilt. "I deserved it."
"Damn right, hobbit. And if I couldn't get you to shout one way, I'm gonna get it another. Get up on the bed."
"Face up or face down?" Hayden asked as she got up on the bed.
"Face up. I had a great time looking at that teacher I fucked, so why mess with a good thing?" Jaime picked up the belt, and used it to tie Hayden's wrists to the bedstead. Hard.
"You're not gonna be wanting the redhead after this," she smiled, rubbing Jaime with one of her calves. The robber was shocked to find herself wanting to gently run a hand through the reporter's tresses... uh-uh, this was about Jaime. It was ALWAYS about Jaime. No arguments.
Jaime straddled Hayden, her hair falling onto the reporter's face as she bent down and kissed her. Hayden responded at once, their tongues intertwining briefly. Jaime's arms slid under the reporter's

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:24:14 AM

back as if to pull her closer, and they stayed there, their lips together as the robber eased herself down with the strap-on targeted on Hayden's box.
"You love this, don't you? But I ain't doing this for you..." Jaime reminded her, prodding Hayden's slit. Damn, she was slick - the geisha girl must have turned her on hard. Little pre-show for the main event, anyway. Jaime started to push it into the reporter, a bit at a time - in a way she wished this reporter was made of weaker stuff because the way the wimps' eyes widened when it was up them... but no, this girl had her eyes and was moaning, even opening her legs a little wider.
Jaime started to drive it further inside, loving the hot dampness of Lois Lane's inner walls around the stick. And now the girl was starting to thrust back; all the way. The more Hayden pumped, the more Jaime pumped, the more she liked it. She thrust it all the way into Hayden so that their pussy hairs were touching - "EEEEEEAAAIII!" Hayden gasped, moving her tight body under Jaime.
"I ain't nobody's bitch, dwarf," Jaime hissed in Hayden's ear. "You're mine."
"You have GOT to start watching better movies," the reporter smiled between gasps, and thrust towards Jaime as her upraised legs began to wrap around the robber's back.
This time it was Jaime's turn to widen her eyes... her device was the kind that slid back and forth with her movements, so she could please herself - but that thing had poked a bit further than she'd planned. Or it was just her imagination. Yeah... she shoved it harder, clenching her teeth and waiting for Hayden to start to give in the way every single girl (and the odd guy) she had poked with this eventually did.
What the FUCK? It was poking back again! And it was stronger that time... Jaime started to pull back, thinking that she was just being heady from banging that juicy little kindergarten teacher.
When she felt the device actually pull ITSELF back a little, Jaime's eyes gaped. And when it pushed forward back into her, the robber almost let Hayden go... the reporter was holding Jaime around the waist and back, and had Jaime been able to put her finger inside Hayden's pussy she would have been amazed at how tight it was. How very, very tight.
"You the kind to fire pingpong balls?" the small blonde said amiably as her pussy muscles tightened around Jaime's strap-on harder than Miss Pressly could ever have managed or imagined, and began to jerk upwards, coring it back up Jaime. "That ain't my party trick - anyone can do it. But this..."
Jaime could not believe this was happening; she was used to getting fun from her own strap-on, but no matter how hard she tried to push back, Hayden pumped back harder. She should have known someone this hard to control in the van would be trouble, but not THIS much trouble... and the worst thing about it was, the fucking hobbit looked as if she did this all the time. That had to be adamantium the slut had in her.
No... the worst thing about it was that Jaime was actually liking it; at least Boobs Leggerson looked like she wanted to puke every time the safecracker bragged about fucking her. Little by little she struggled less and less, allowing the movement of her device to go from one cunt to the other, and wanting to strangle Hayden more and more... but it just felt so fucking good.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:25:52 AM

"I... ain't YOUR bitch..." Hayden panted, her muscles tautened and her pussy boiling as she gripped the strap-on, coring it into Jaime. "You're... mine..."
"I'm..."
"You want all of this? Then say it..."
"I'm... your bitch..." Jaime spat, loving how her cunt was feeling but hating the words.
"Say it... like you mean it, and NO NICKNAMES," the reporter whispered tensely, pumping ever harder, her butt almost wearing through the mattress.
"I'm... YOUR BITCH!" Jaime Pressly shouted, gripping Hayden fiercely as she gave in. "I AM YOUR BITCH, HAYDEN PANETTIERE, AND I HATE IT! I HATE IT!!!"
Jaime felt the end of the strap-on pump its juice into the two women as she screamed out her admission; that was the final touch, to remind them of who had really fucked who. For once that little fillip was like she'd been on the receiving end. And that, to make it worse, was the last time it could be used before she had to reload it. She was glowing, but she was also so angry she could hardly move from atop Hayden.
"You little WHORE," she hissed.
"You're welcome," Hayden smiled as Jaime climbed off her, trying hard to rationalise what had just happened.
"You are one piece of work, you know that?" the robber continued, removing the strap-on in disgust. "First I lose a gun, then you go and fuck me with my own toy."
"Girls just wanna have fun," Hayden cooed. "Now that was a GOOD movie. Bit before my time, but..."
"Cram it, Smurfette."
"You don't think someone here heard you go 'I'M YOUR BITCH, HAYDEN PANETTIERE'? I wish I had my camera here... I'm not scared of you, Saline Tits. I never was."
Jaime's eyes narrowed. "You don't ever call me that or ANYTHING other than Jaime or Miss Pressly again, Halfpint. Not if you wanna get out of this alive." She unbuckled Hayden's hands, glaring at her all the time, and headed for the door.
Giving her the same look she'd given JoAnna, the humiliated robber said "This ain't over," and left the reporter alone.
Hayden planted a kiss on her fingertips, placed it on her own pussy, and put her dress back on. And ignored the phone nestled safely inside it, still with Troian's unread message.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lycan Hollowman was one of the larger law firms in San Francisco, which meant that while their office hours might have officially ended at 5pm, they actually worked late into the night. This was

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:26:43 AM

especially true for prominent members of the law firm, looking to possibly add their name onto the side of the building as a partner in the firm.
Reiko Aylesworth was well on her way towards that process, judging from the track record Kristen Bell had been able to look up during the drive over. She’d handled a lot of major cases for the firm lately, defending San Francisco’s biggest names against some sticky charges. She’d kept Freddie Prinze Jr. out of jail, despite the well known playboy ramming his Mercedes into three police cars during a high speed chase, got the manslaughter charged against Nick Swisher dropped to disorderly conduct, despite him being caught redhanded with the murder weapon, and even managed to get notorious party boy Justin Timberlake’s rape sentence slimmed down to time served - all of the 23 minutes he’d spent in a jail cell after being first arrested. In the past few years, Aylesworth had developed a bit of a miracle worker reputation that made her feared by prosecutors and loathed by judges - but beloved by high priced clients.
Which made her taking Emma Roberts’ case odd. Roberts had never contacted her, and Aylesworth had worked on retainer with no name attached to the file.
“This reeks of cover-up,” Kristen muttered as Tammin Sursok pulled the car into Lychan Hollowman’s parking garage, the nighttime lighting leaving the place looking orange and grubby.
“You think the Roberts family paid Aylesworth to get Emma off?” Tammin asked.
“Only thing that makes sense,” Kristen sighed. “Except, the timing doesn’t work.”
“What do you mean?”
“Eric Roberts was already dead, his car crash ruled accidental, though it’s pretty common knowledge that someone cut his brake lines before he went flying over that curve into the Pacific. And while her Aunt Julia was still in charge of the Roberts crime family, she was literally shot to death 3 hours after Emma’s arrest. Considering she was in Greece at the time, she either made some really quick international phone calls, or someone else paid for Emma’s court costs.”
“It could’ve been someone else in the organization, though,” Tammin remarked as the two women got out of the car and headed towards the entrance. “Maybe even something set up so that when family members got into legal trouble, the process to hire lawyers starts automatically.”
“Yeah, that’s certainly a possibility,” Kristen admitted, “But it just doesn’t feel right to me.”
“Well, that case is dead anyway - tried and finished, no double jeopardy allowed, so there’s no point worrying about it, is there?”
“Maybe,” Kristen said. She didn’t say any more to Tammin, but she couldn’t help but think that there was more to that story, and that it might even connect to the bank heist earlier today.
She shook her head. All this looking for the mysterious Rhona had her seeing conspiracies everywhere now.
They were met at the front door by a security guard who tried to turn them away, but relented when Kristen flashed her FBI ID. It took another ten minutes to hunt down Miss Aylesworth in the

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:28:04 AM

building, time the guard spent trying very hard to flirt with Tammin. He might have made some progress had Reiko Aylesworth not shown up when she did.
“Steven, you said there were FBI agents here?”
“Y-yes, ma’am. Agents Bell and Sursok,” the guard said, motioning towards Kristen and Tammin - in the wrong order.
Aylesworth turned right to Kristen. “Listen, if this is about Jim Parsons’ cocaine trial, I promise you, my client WILL be in the courtroom Thursday. He’s still got his locator bracelet on, he just wanted to take his yacht out for a spin and-”
Kristen held up her hand to silence the lawyer before she could ramble on much more. “We’re not here about that, Miss Aylesworth. We’re here about another of your former clients.”
“Which one?” Aylesworth said, rolling her eyes. “Did Johnny Depp break his parole again? Hugh Laurie caught with another cross-dressing prostitute?” She looked back and forth between Kristen and Tammin. “Please tell me David Caruso didn’t beat up ANOTHER underage woman who wouldn’t sleep with him. I can NOT get him off for that a THIRD time-”
“We’re here about Emma Roberts.”
“Who?” Reiko said, looking confused.
“Emma Roberts; you had her as a client two years ago when she was caught breaking into a safe at 4321 No View Lane.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Aylesworth said.
“She was naked at the time,” Tammin offered.
“OH! Her, yeah, I remember her now. Is she in trouble again?”
“We think she might have been involved in the bank heist at San Francisco Union Bank this morning,” Kristen said. “You wouldn’t happen to have any idea where she is?”
“I didn’t even remember her name a moment ago,” Aylesworth remarked. “But come on back up to my office, maybe we can find some information on her.”
“We’d appreciate any help we can get,” Kristen said as Reiko led them towards the elevator.
“You’ve got a lovely building here, Miss Aylesworth,” Tammin added.
“Thanks. It’ll look better when my name is on the side of the building, but for now it’ll do.”
“Things going that well for you?” Kristen asked.
“I bring in my fair share of wealthy clients,” Reiko said as the elevator doors swung open. The three women stepped in, and were quickly lifted up towards the upper levels.
“You rattled off an impressive list of current clients, you’re certain Emma Roberts isn’t one of them?” Kristen asked.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:34:29 AM

“If she is, I’ve not been informed,” Aylesworth replied. “But then my docket is rather full at the moment, if she or her people contacted my offices, it’s possible we put a junior lawyer on the case.”
“Even though you personally handled her case two years ago?”
“I wasn’t a senior attorney at the firm then,” Reiko said slowly.
“But you were dealing with important cases at the time,” Kristen pressed. “And Emma’s case seemed too small at the time for someone of your status.”
“Again, Agent Sursok-” Aylesworth started to say.
“I’m Agent Bell, she’s Agent Sursok,” Kristen cut in.’
“Agent Bell, then,” Aylesworth corrected. “You seem to forget, I barely remember Emma Roberts, and if she hadn’t been stark naked when she was captured, I still wouldn’t remember her. I don’t see why you keep pressing about a case that was CLOSED, what was it, two years ago?”
“We’re just curious as to why you even took her case,” Tammin said, trying to ease some tension. “After all, you had higher profile clients who brought in far more money.”
“And you really want your name on the side of the building,” Kristen added.
Reiko took a deep breath, as if to steady herself. “The last time I was pressed this hard in an elevator, Agent Bell, the other woman was sucking on my clit and I was on my way to a world-class orgasm. Unless you’re offering to try and duplicate that effort, I’d appreciate you laying off the 20 Questions.” Aylesworth ran her eyes up and down Kristen’s body once blatantly. “Though if you are offering, I believe I’d accept.”
Kristen might have been tempted - Reiko was ten flavors of gorgeous all wrapped into one. But she was on the hunt at the moment, and wasn’t going to back down just for a shot at some pretty pussy.
“Or are you implying I’m somehow a suspect in this crime?” Aylesworth said.
“Absolutely NOT,” Tammin said quickly, stepping between the two other women. “But we think you may have a way of contacting a suspect, and we’d appreciate all the help we can get.”
Before Reiko could respond, the elevator doors opened, and the three women stepped out onto the executive floor.
“My office is this way,” Reiko said calmly, leading the two FBI agents down the posh hallway.
“How come our offices don’t look this good?” Tammin muttered.
“Because Uncle Sam doesn’t pay as well as the rich, famous, and legally troubled,” Kristen muttered back.
There was a charming looking young lady at the desk in front of Reiko’s office - one Isabel Lucas, if the nameplate on her desk was to be believed. “Something wrong, Miss Aylesworth?” she asked as the three women approached.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:34:57 AM

“Nothing we can’t handle, Isabel. Could you please look up a case I worked two years ago involving an Emma Roberts? The FBI would like an address, if she’s not currently a client.”
“I’ll double-check the current case dockets, too, Miss Aylesworth.”
“Thank you, Isabel,” Reiko said. “Agents Bell, Sursok, if you’ll follow me?”
Reiko led them into her office proper, which if the outer hallways had been posh, the inner office was positively palatial, all silver and white and dark woods that seemed to radiate importance and power in a way that Kristen couldn’t name, but could certainly feel. When Reiko Aylesworth sat down behind the giant oaken desk, it was quite clear who was meant to be in charge in this room.
But then, Kristen Bell never much cared about who was in charge.
“So you’re certain you’ve had no contact with Emma Roberts recently?”
“I have not had any contact with her since the case I defended her in ended,” Reiko said flatly. “If she has been in contact with my offices, I’ve not been informed at all.”
“May I ask, who hired you for Miss Roberts on her last case?”
“You can ask, but that information is privileged. I cannot divulge that unless you have a warrant.” She raised an eyebrow at Kristen. “Do you?”
“Not yet,” Kristen muttered.
“Then let’s just wait and see what Miss Lucas brings us, shall we?”
The room was silent for a long moment after that, with none of the girls seemingly willing to break the quiet now around them. The silence, however, did nothing to ease the tension in the room.
Finally there was a buzz from the intercom on Reiko’s desk. “I have the information, Miss Aylesworth.”
“Please, bring it in, Isabel,” Reiko said.
Two seconds later, the door to the office opened and Isabel Lucas walked in. No longer with a desk in front of her, Kristen was set to marvel at both the incredibly short skirt Isabel was wearing, and the equally incredible pair of legs jutting out from said skirt. Isabel leaned over Reiko’s desk far enough that Kristen could see she was wearing a thong, and deposited a small manila file folder in front of her boss.
“Thank you, Isabel,” Reiko said with a lascivious smile that made Kristen quite certain Reiko at least had designs of sleeping with her secretary, if she wasn’t already doing so. Kristen couldn’t blame her.
“It seems that Miss Roberts has not contacted us in the last few days to become a client again, so her information is most likely not up-to-date.”
“We’d still like it,” Kristen said.
“Of course,” Reiko said. “Isabel, why don’t you take Agent… Sursok was it?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:37:11 AM

“Yes, ma’am,” Tammin replied.
“Why don’t you take Agent Sursok down to the records room and pull up the old contact information on Miss Roberts.”
“Yes, Miss Aylesworth,” Isabel said. “Right this way, Agent Sursok,” she added, motioning Tammin towards the door. Tammin traded looks with Kristen, making sure they both knew they were being separated on purpose, then left with the assistant.
“Are you really going to make me get a warrant for the information I want?” Kristen asked Reiko frankly once they were alone.
“Absolutely, Agent Bell. We follow the letter of the law here at Lycan Hollowman.”
“I’m sure,” Kristen said, her tone making it clear she believe the truth was exactly the opposite.
* * * * * * * * * *
“It must be exciting being an FBI agent,” Isabel Lucas said as she guided Tammin Sursok through a series of cubicles one floor down from Reiko Aylesworth’s office.
“Only if you find getting coffee for everyone else exciting,” Tammin muttered.
“Oh,” Isabel said. “So it’s not that different from my job.”
“And since you’re here this late, I guess the hours aren’t any better.”
“I guess there aren’t any glamorous jobs out there any more, are there?”
“I don’t know, you look pretty good,” Tammin said, allowing her eyes to go up and down Isabel’s body, focusing on the way her tight skirt hugged her ass as the other girl walked. “You must be doing better than I am in the paycheck department to afford outfits like that.”
“They aren’t cheap, that’s for sure,” Isabel replied. “Not that you look bad in what you’re wearing.”
“Thanks,” Tammin said.
“I always thought lady cops were hot,” Isabel remarked. “Have you ever used your handcuffs during sex?”
“Ah, no,” Tammin lied. She’d had her own hands handcuffed behind her back while blowing a senior agent twice, but Isabel didn’t need to know that.
“Too bad,” Isabel said. She was quiet for a moment, stopping in front of a locked room. She pulled out her keycard and opened the door, ushering Tammin in first. Tammin found herself in a long hallway, lined with file cabinets. Huge file cabinets, taller than either she or Isabel.
“These are all your records?” Tammin asked, a bit daunted.
“All the contact ones, yeah. There’s probably a few hundred out and about with individual lawyers and their aides, but I’m sure Miss Roberts is in here.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:38:02 AM

“So, what, alphabetical order by last name?” Tammin asked.
“Exactly,” Isabel said, leading Tammin down the hallway, stopping two-thirds of the way down in front of a cabinet labeled Ri-Roc. “Should be in here. Stand back please,” she added. Tammin stepped back, and Lucas pulled open the cabinet for quite a ways. Tammin actually had to step back again so Isabel could open it far enough to get to “Roberts, Emma.”
“Here we go,” Isabel said, opening the file and glancing at it quickly. She closed it, then put it behind her back. “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” Tammin asked, feeling her cackles rise - Isabel clearly wanted something, and she was now holding evidence Tammin and Kristen needed.
“If I let you in on a secret, would you do something for me?”
“Depends,” Tammin said. “What’s the secret, and what’s the favor?”
“I know something about Emma Roberts that Miss Aylesworth isn’t likely to tell you and your partner.”
“She’s not really my partner-” Tammin said, but Isabel kept going.
“If you let me live out my little cop fantasy, right here, right now, I’ll tell you and as long as you don’t tell Miss Aylesworth, no one will ever need to know.”
“Your cop fantasy?” Tammin asked carefully.
“Handcuff me, frisk me, then fuck me,” Isabel said, her voice suddenly husky and filled with desire. “I’ve always wanted a strong cop lady, like yourself, to read me my rights as she’s banging my pussy.”
Tammin couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips. Isabel was a walking wet dream, all legs and gorgeous hair and lips almost as full as Tammin’s. And if Isabel had information that would lead to the bank robbers…
“Please, officer?” Isabel asked, pouting a bit and batting her eyelashes in an attempt to sway some sympathy, or perhaps seduce Tammin a little more.
“You swear you have information on this Roberts chick.”
Isabel slid in close to Tammin, to the point that their lips were almost touching as she spoke. “I swear, officer.”
Tammin took a deep breath, then quickly grabbed Isabel’s arm and spun her around. “Face the wall,” she said, using her best commanding voice. Isabel gasped in surprise as Tammin shoved her up against the file cabinets. “Arms on the top of the cabinets. Now!”
Isabel did as she was told, but she couldn’t help cooing a little bit. Tammin sighed. She wasn’t much for role play, but if it got information they needed to solve this case, she could pretend.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:39:39 AM

Stepping up behind the administrative assistant, Tammin kicked her feet apart some. “Spread your legs,” she ordered. “Wider!” Isabel moaned as she complied. “Do NOT look back at me, keep your eyes on the wall.”
“Yes, officer,” Isabel purred delightfully.
“Don’t smile,” Tammin snapped, reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her sunglasses. It was far too dark inside for them, but she thought they’d help with the fantasy. And maybe keep Isabel from seeing the slight twinkle Tammin could feel in her own eyes. This was more fun that getting clues to a major bank robbery should be.
Sunglasses in place, Tammin began the pat down, starting standard at Isabel’s arms, and working her way down her entire shapely frame until she reached the girl’s bare legs. Tammin had a bit of a thing for legs, and she enjoyed running her hands down Isabel’s flawless skin. Oh yes, this was far more fun than it should be.
Reaching the bottom of Isabel’s legs, the FBI agent switched to the insides, and again felt an increasingly naughty thrill as she ran her hands back up towards Isabel’s crotch. She moved slowly, making no effort to hide the fact that she was basically molesting the other woman with increasing intensity. She reached the bottom of Isabel’s short skirt and just kept moving up the inside of her thighs until she reached the barely-covered promised land.
“Mmmmm,” Isabel moaned as Tammin’s hands reached her panty-clad crotch.
“You’re reacting a little too well to that, Miss,” Tammin said. “I may have to do a closer examination of that.”
“Oh, NO, officer! Please, I’m innocent, I SWEAR!” Isabel said theatrically, practically swooning at Tammin’s touch.
“Quiet, you, or I’ll add resisting arrest to your charges,” Tammin said, patting Isabel’s crotch aggressively, smiling despite herself at the wetness she could feel through the hot young blonde’s panties. Isabel moaned again, but Tammin ignored that, instead pulling aside the front panel of Isabel’s thong and running her finger roughly over the other girl’s slit.
“Aahh… wha-?” Isabel’s moan stopped short as Tammin stood up behind her, leaving the other girl wanting more. Tammin instead reached up and took one of Isabel’s hands and pulled it roughly down behind her back, locking it into one of her handcuffs.
“You’re under arrest,” Tammin said huskily into Isabel’s ear. “You have the right to remain silent,” the FBI agent went on, reaching for Isabel’s other hand. “Anything you say can and WILL be used against you in a court of law.”
“Ooooh,” Isabel groaned in delight as Tammin locked her other hand into the cuffs. If Tammin had been between her legs now, she would’ve seen that Isabel was practically gushing.
“You have the right to an attorney,” Tammin went on, making sure the cuffs were locked. “If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.” With that, she spun Isabel around and looked at the young legal assistant right in the eyes.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:40:49 AM

“And you have the right to eat my pussy right here, right now.”
“Oh, god YES!” Isabel cried out as Tammin lowered the other girl to her knees, then hefted her own skirt up, exposing her own simple white thong that was just starting to get wet. Once Isabel was on her knees, Tammin reached down and yanked her panties down to her own knees, leaving them hanging just below where the end of her skirt would fall, but giving Isabel plenty of room to get her mouth up between Tammin’s legs and start licking the agent’s pussy.
Isabel wasted no time, and needed no direction. Her pouty little lips sought out Tammin’s snatch and began eagerly feasting on the juices just starting to flow out of them. Tammin’s free hand, the one not holding her skirt up, dropped to Isabel’s hands and quickly entwined her fingers into the mop of blonde beauty, pressing Isabel closer to the mark.
Tammin knew they didn’t have much time, and they’d probably wasted too much of it already on this little police game, but if Isabel could provide ANY kind of evidence, Tammin would take it. She needed SOMETHING to prove she was more than just the FBI’s resident oral sex expert.
Speaking of, Isabel was proving she was quite skilled in cunnilingus herself, massaging Tammin’s clit and slit with her tongue. It had been a while since Tammin had anyone else go down on HER, and she was very tempted to just revel in the sensation. It felt so GOOD, like Isabel’s tongue was impossibly long and capable of hitting spots inside the FBI agent that no other tongue ever had.
Tammin’s pulse jumped up, and she began breathing heavily at once, as Isabel worked her magic over Tammin’s private parts. So good was Isabel with her tongue, Tammin suspected she wouldn’t be waiting long before orgasm overtook her. Already, she could feel the pressure building up in her crotch, signaling the impending explosion of sexual energy.
Tammin didn’t fight it. Indeed, she used her hand to shove Isabel’s head deeper into her crotch, speeding up the process.
Isabel was on to something, Tammin thought. She spent all her time taking orders all day long, and none of the sexual partners - male or female - that she’d had in the last few years had ever asked her what she wanted. But here, in this hallway filled with file cabinets, Tammin Sursok was in complete control of the sex she was having. It was her hand on the back of Isabel’s head, directing the other woman’s mouth over Tammin’s clit. Usually, it was Tammin on her knees, servicing either a cock or a pussy. This was a luxury she wasn’t used to, and she rather liked it.
It was that thought - that she was the one in charge - that brought upon Tammin’s orgasm more than Isabel’s excellent tongue work. Tammin’s eyes squeezed shut, her mouth parted a bit, her lips forming what everyone who’d ever seen her climax inevitably called a perfect little “o,” and her knees buckled a bit as orgasm shot through her body, sending her staggering back against one of the file cabinets.
“Whoa,” Isabel said, looking up from her knees as Tammin regained control of her body. “That was SOOOO hot.”
“Yeah, yeah it was,” Tammin said, fighting to regain her balance. As she got back situated on her heels, her eyes settled upon the still handcuffed Isabel, kneeling in the middle of the floor, her mouth and chin showing the juicy proof that she’d been the one to get Tammin off. It was one of the hottest sights Tammin Sursok had ever seen.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:41:58 AM

“Get up,” Tammin said, moving forward and helping Isabel to her feet while looking about the room. There, not too far away, at the end of the hallway, was a desk. It was exactly what Tammin was looking for, and she started to drag Isabel over towards it by her still cuffed hands. It wasn’t easy - Tammin’s panties were still around her knees, and they impeded her steps, though not as much as dropping them down to her ankles would. She could’ve pulled them up, but she was in too much of a hurry. The two women reached the desk, and Tammin laid Isabel over the top of it, bending her at the waist and raising her exquisite ass up perfectly in her skirt.
“You should never, ever, EVER cover this,” Tammin said, running her hands over Isabel’s skirt-covered cheeks once before lifting the offending garment up and exposing the thong that separated Isabel’s most private areas from the cool air of the hallway.
“Ooh, Officer, what are you doing?” Isabel asked as Tammin yanked the thong out of the way.
Tammin remembered to get back into character at that point. “Cavity search,” she said before jabbing a pair of fingers into Isabel’s pussy.
Isabel Lucas creamed herself right then and there, surprising both girls. Still, Tammin made sure to keep sliding her fingers in and out of the little legal aid as she squirmed atop the desk, her fingers stretching out behind her cuffed wrists, making sure Isabel really enjoyed her climax.
“That was SOOOO amazing,” Isabel said when she finally came down, and Tammin was able to extract her soaked fingers.
“We need to hurry back,” Tammin said. “Come on, we passed a bathroom on the way here. You can tell me what you know while we clean up.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“THAT was hardly worth the effort,” Kristen Bell muttered as they left Lychan Hollowman half an hour later. Tammin kept her mouth shut until they were clear of the property.
“I know who hired Reiko Aylesworth to defend Emma Roberts,” Tammin said.
“You what?” Kristen asked, nearly hitting the breaks. “How?”
“Isabel, the legal aid,” Tammin said.
“I thought you smelled like sex when you got back,” Bell said. “I’m impressed, BJ. It won’t hold in court, but it’s more than we were going to get from Aylesworth herself.”
“Aylesworth was hired by a local real estate company called R. M. Housing.”
“A real estate company? Why on earth would they hire a hot shot lawyer to get a cat burglar out of a trespassing charge?”
“Isabel didn’t know, but I’ll start looking into them as soon as we get back.”
“Good work, BJ,” Kristen said. “We might make an actual FBI agent out of you yet.”
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:43:06 AM

“You smell like sex,” Reiko Aylesworth said as she stared out her window, watching the car carrying the two FBI agents away.
“It didn’t take that much to get the pouty-lipped one to give it up,” Isabel said, coming to stand next to her employer. “When we finished, she took the bait, just like you said she would.”
“Excellent, just like she wanted,“ Reiko smiled. “So now the FBI knows the name of the shell company used to pay us. That should keep them running in circles for another day or two.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Go ahead and get Miss Mitra on the phone, Isabel,” Reiko said. “And then I hope you haven’t worn out your tongue. I’m feeling the need of a little attention myself before I go home tonight.
“Of course, Miss Aylesworth,” Isabel said, licking her lips at the thought of eating out Reiko Aylesworth.
* * * * * * * * *
"You look like you could use some company this evening," said the hopeful young man.
"Trust me, you can't give me what I want," Troian Bellisario laughed. "I need a woman."
"Just ain't my night," the man groaned, contenting himself with watching Troian's ass as she walked away. Whoever she was meeting was going to be in for a treat...
Gently putting off straight guys had been the highpoint of Troian's day since she left home; by the time she finally got back to the station - buses + traffic = long journey through hell - it had been time for the main news, and the bitch was back and on set and therefore off limits. The brunette had chosen to leave; avoiding the TV reduced the chances of kicking it in once Ashley Benson's face appeared.
Going home was out of the question (and not only because she couldn't face another phone call from Hayden's worried parents), so there was only one other option; a few questions around Channel 7 established that Ashley was heading home to relax. Even if Ashley had been planning to go out on the lash (translation: hit the bars - that was another saying Troian had gotten from her English lover) Troian would have been waiting for her anyway... glad that at least the last straight guy hadn't touched her, she got on the next bus.  Ashley might be settled in when she arrived.
For the umpteenth time she checked her phone – even though she knew that Hayden was unlikely to be able to use her own phone, she was hopeful that maybe she might still have gotten a message out. Nope, still nothing. Troian started to tap out another one, before she reconsidered; maybe someone might be with her. And maybe Hayden’s phone might not be on silent... no, she’d wait a little. At least until after she’d had an exclusive, one-on-one interview with Channel 7 star reporter Ashley Benson.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:48:09 AM

And there it was, Villa di Benson. Situated miles from the bus stop, thank you kind fate. Still, the walk up the road and then up the driveway gave Troian plenty of time to think over what she’d say to Ashley – and to convince herself that punching the snarky cow in the face on opening the door was a bad move. One thing about taking so long to get there from the station was that her subject had had more than enough time to get home – the sounds of music were getting louder the closer Troian got to the door.
The brunette grimaced when she recognised what was playing; the girl wasn’t really kicking back with songs from "Glee," was she? Add hearing problems to the list. Wishing that Ashley's taste in soundtracks ran closer to Hayden's - even if her beloved never let a Harry Potter movie go by without bitching that they should've gotten John Williams back - Troian rang the doorbell and hoped it could be heard above Lea Michele's wailing.
A muttered "Ah, fuck" came from within as "Run Joey Run" was paused. A few seconds later, Ashley opened the door and snapped on a welcoming smile, not quick enough for Troian not to notice the resentful look on her face.
"Oh, hi Troian!" the blonde said cheerfully.
"Hi," the brunette replied with a wave of the hand. "I know this is kind of out of the blue..."
"You're just lucky I was in; just wanted a quiet night at home after all the stuff today... nothing new about our girl yet, but the cops say they'll let us know the second we get anything. Come on in, Troian; how about a drink?"
"Well, I really just came by for a few moments."
"You're a guest, and you're one of Channel 7's," Ashley said sincerely. "One won't hurt."
"Nice tunes," Troian lied as she entered the lair. "Couldn't help hearing outside."
"Yeah, I do keep it loud sometimes," the blonde admitted, hoping Troian was impressed at how well laid-out and stuffed with accessories her house was. "Anyway, what brings you here and what would you like?"
"A Coke is fine, and it's really the robbery I need to ask you about."
"You and everyone at work," Ashley laughed, going into the kitchen. "I don't have anything to tell you that I didn't say on the air. It was all rush; as soon as I got back from my interview I had to dash out again down to the Union Bank."
"And now they think Hayden's in on it as well, can you believe that?" Troian groaned.
"How so?"
"Some FBI agent dragged me down for a chat; they think that it's weird she was down there so early and no one saw her in the bank," the brunette continued, taking the Coke Ashley proffered and swigging. "Ah, nothing like the real thing."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:50:40 AM

"I know she's not loaded, but that does sound kind of weird," Ashley agreed, sitting next to her colleague. "Why'd they think that?"
"We all know Hayden got a call telling her something was up, and she was out of there like *that.* The thing is, it wasn't through the station's lines... it was sent straight to her cellphone."
"Is that right," Ashley mused, eyeing the brunette.
"Yeah, that's right. Like someone WANTED her to be there."
"Any thoughts, Nancy Drew?"
"Well... I told the Feds the same thing, and they checked her records. And so did I."
"And...? Don't keep me in suspense, girl!" Ashley's eyes were gleaming.
"Hayden got two calls that morning; one was from her mother. And guess who the ONLY other person to ring her was?"
"Taylor Lautner?" Ashley said with a grin.
"You," Troian said, without.
Ashley's face returned to how she looked before she opened the door. "This better be a joke, Bellisario..."
Troian pointed to her face. "This is how I look when The Suite Life On Deck is on - I'm not laughing. Maybe you changed your voice so she wouldn't have known it was you, and maybe you fixed it so it would come up 'Unknown,' but you've got several cell numbers registered and you used one of them."
"Oh, come on. Why would I want her to--"
"Don't play games with me, Benson. You hate Hayden like you hate Doonesbury; you knew she was taking limelight from you--"
"You paranoid little dyke!" Ashley shouted. "Yeah, okay, I don't like the competition - and yeah, I said dyke, I know you and that damn garden gnome are a couple... how'd you like me now?"
"I don't like you at all," Troian muttered.
"But how the fuck was I supposed to know there'd be a robbery down there?"
"How the fuck do you have all THIS on what Channel 7 pays you?!" Troian snapped back, waving an arm around the Bloomingdale's showroom Ashley called home. "And who's Rhona Mitra?"
"Why are you asking me? Do I look like Stephen Hawking?"
"That's another thing - I told the Feds you called her, and they said someone called Rhona Mitra called her. They were like they won the Lottery or something... is that why you're so tricked out around here? Is that why you got Hayden out of the way? She helps you, you help her?"

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:52:12 AM

"You know, I had a feeling this was going to happen sooner or later," Ashley said calmly. She brought up a hand fast, faster than Troian had expected, and slammed her across the face. Ashley was bringing the other hand up when Troian clutched both of them, wrenching them back towards the blonde. Struggling against the grip, the two women tumbled off the sofa, with Troian pinning Ashley before she could struggle away.
"You on top of me? Must be living your fantasy," Ashley sneered, scratching out at Troian and leaving a couple of red lines on the side of her neck. An instant later, she howled as the brunette punched her directly on the mouth.
"I am NOW!" Troian shouted, and punched her again before Ashley's hands grabbed her hair and yanked back hard. The force got Troian to loosen her stance a second, and Ashley scuttled back, clamped her legs around the brunette's waist and brought her down with a crash. Troian grabbed something off the table by the sofa, as Ashley dived in.
"Oh, HELL no!" Ashley roared as Troian hit the blonde around the head with the solid silver ashtray. If she'd hit her hard enough to knock her out, that would have been it; but it was enough to leave her stunned as Troian clouted her again, harder this time.
"That's for calling Hayden a gnome, you inbred air-thief!"
Shaking her head to clear it, Ashley saw Troian about to hit her with that tray again. She thrashed out, and grabbed the brunette and pulled - ripping off her shirt. Her other hand got a hold of the one with the ashtray and Ashley slammed into Troian, sending her onto the floor with the blonde on top this time. Ashley punched Troian in the stomach before the brunette lunged upwards and managed to thrown her off, sending her tumbling over the table.
"You're paying for all of this, muffdiver!" Ashley spat as she got up to face her opponent.
"Make me!"
Their fists went for each other, Ashley connecting on Troian's jaw and Troian slamming on Ashley's chest. Another round of blows had Troian clutching Ashley's top and throwing her aside; the blonde's shirt remained in the brunette's hand as Ashley crashed into the wall. It didn't escape Troian's notice that neither of them was wearing a bra; shame such nice tits had to be attached to such a fucking waste of space.
Ashley ran into Troian, hitting her hard and sending the two flying across the room, Troian pummeling Ashley before both smashed into the CD cabinet; discs of music cascaded onto the two as Troian scratched and tried to bite her opponent, secretly hoping some of the falling discs might come out of their cases and cut her.
Ashley dug her fingernails into one of Troian's exposed breasts, and LOVED the scream that ensued. Troian grabbed one of Ashley's legs and jerked it out from under her, and kicked her as she went down; years of playing soccer in school paid off as she watched the blonde tumble over, and she stamped a foot on Ashley's ass as she wrapped an arm around her neck and shoulders; the blonde reached behind her, clutched Troian's crotch and an arm, and flung her over her head. She crashed onto the floor and this time wasn't able to get out of the way of the blonde leaping onto her, teeth bared and hands clawing.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:54:23 AM

Tearing at each other's clothes and spitting curses, the two thrashed at each other through the room, bumping against the walls and sending nicknacks to the floor as they got to the swing doors in front of the kitchen. Troian kicked Ashley through the doors and grabbed one of the pair, slamming it against her face before she could come back. She leaped into the kitchen, receiving a foot in her stomach which sent her flying back, but that didn't keep her from running at Ashley as the blonde got up, arriving just in time to take a blow to the jaw that sent her plunging, nearly hitting the side of the sink.
Ashley clutched the rim of Troian's pants and pulled hard - the brunette howled as the fabric ripped, taking her panties with them. "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM HAYDEN, YOU DAMN--" and what Troian was going to say was forgotten when she felt a crack across her exposed cheeks, making her yelp. Troian struggled to get out from under Ashley's harder than expected hand pummels, but Ashley was kneeling on her back.
"What's wrong, dyke?!" she sneered as she ran her eyes along the cabinet. "I thought you loved stuff like this..."
Yep, there it was. The perfect thing. Several perfect things, in fact.
"I hear your girlfriend likes tattoos," she continued, reaching for a knife with the other. "How about I give you one? Just to make sure you NEVER forget who you're fucking with."
"Forget it, blondie - I read that Stephen King book as well..."
Putting all her strength into it, Troian shoved herself up and hurled Ashley off her, reaching for her dress and hitting her in the small of the back as she did. She couldn't keep from noting Ashley's thong-wearing ass as the dress was pulled off, letting an appreciative smile flit across her face. The smile disappeared just before Ashley spun around and punched her in it as Troian wrapped her hands around her throat, shaking her head.
Ashley jabbed two fingers into Troian's cunt, driving a thumbnail into the area just above the slit. The brunette grunted, shoving the blonde into the doors of the cupboard under the sink and getting her to let go, but Ashley twisted one of Troian's arms enough for her to relinquish her grip in turn; immediately she went for her, biting her left breast. The enraged brunette pummelled Ashley, reaching for her thong and ripping it off and wrapping it around her throat, pulling it taut.
Gagging and clawing at it, Ashley staggered to her feet as Troian held on tight, refusing to be shaken off. The two were carried backwards across the kitchen, hitting the window sill. Both were hurtled over the edge and through the window, falling to the grass outside amidst pieces of glass - Ashley felt Troian's grip loosen as they fell, and rolled away from her, cutting her hand on a shard but using the bleeding hand to pull off the thong. The two bruised and naked enemies clutched each other, Troian scratching every part of Ashley she could get to.
Ashley gripped Troian's arm and waist and managed to heave her over her head, dropping her to the ground by the swimming pool - Troian faced it as she landed. Before she could get up, Ashley kicked her in the side, sending her tumbling into the water as the blonde dived in after her. Troian surfaced in time to see Ashley reaching her arms towards her, but she managed to get her hands ready first.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:56:48 AM

"NOT HAPPENING!" she snarled, shoving Ashley under the surface. The blonde kicked and struggled, churning the waters with her fighting, but Troian was not about to let her up until she was ready. After thirty seconds, she pulled the sodden blonde up and watched her gasp for air.
"Give up?"
Ashley continued gulping.
"You give--"
Ashley grabbed Troian and shoved her under the surface. Hard. Hard enough to hit her head against the side of the pool... and Troian went limp, with the chlorine water suddenly getting a little crimson tinge. Not much of one - she hadn't hit her head THAT hard - but enough.
Watching the floating, moaning brunette, Ashley smiled. Then she took the girl's body in her arms and started to pull her out. Leaving Troian to drown in the pool and then dump her body in the Pacific would have been the easiest thing to do if she hadn't looked like she'd just made an Asian action pic (also, the whole "oceans aren't made of chlorine" thing would get questions asked at the autopsy); counting her lucky stars that no one had seen their little fight, Ashley carried Troian out of the pool and brought her inside.
One of the perks of working for Rhona was that she knew people who could get this place looking as if nothing had happened in next to no time; dumping the girl on her sofa, Ashley glanced at her and nodded before going upstairs. She had to make a couple of phone calls to get the people around. And get some clothes on.
As soon as she was gone, Troian opened her eyes.
For the second time that day she started to move gingerly. But this time she also tried to move as fast as she dared; she didn't know how long she'd have to get out...
* * * * * * * * * *
Twenty minutes later, a cleaned and changed Ashley skipped down the stairs. All was going along, as it were, swimmingly. Rhona's people would be along in an hour and they had assured her that making Troian disappear would be the easiest thing in the world. Especially with the friends they had in high places. And when they were done, Miss Benson would start thinking about having a couple of gentleman friends over...
Ashley stopped dead at the foot of the stairs, her face a picture of "Huh?"
It WAS the easiest thing in the world. Troian Bellisario wasn't there.
Troian Bellisario was, however, dressed in her torn clothes and unconscious on the pavement a few doors away from Ashley's house, her phone clutched in her hand. Gathering her clothes and fighting her wooziness, she had managed to send out two messages - one to 911 for an ambulance telling her where she'd likely be, and the other to Hayden:
"Ashley nearly killed me. In it with some Rhona Mitra bitch. Call me when you get this. Sorry I called you Mushroom. T."
She'd collapsed just after sending it, praying that Hayden would see it. And that she'd be able to see Hayden...

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:57:47 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
“So, who you sleeping with tonight, Leggy?” Emma asked as Shay exited the bathroom in a clingy towel, her hair wet from her shower.
“Huh?” Shay asked.
“Only three free beds with the hostages taking up the one in the other room. Gotta share with someone.”
“Are you offering?” Shay asked the teenager.
“Better you than Jaime,” Emma snorted.
“Jaime probably gets the couch,” Grace said, sliding past the two girls.
“No, Blake already called it,” Emma said. “Funny, she didn’t seem to want to spend the night with me.”
“You poor thing,” Shay said, mock sympathy in her voice. “Couldn’t spend the night canoodling the leggy blonde.”
“I know,” Emma said, matching Shay’s tone. “My only hope now is to shack up with a leggy brunette.”
Shay made a show of looking down at her legs poking out from beneath her towel. “Are those legs enough for you, or do you want to see if Roselyn can do better?”
“Oooh,” Emma said with a giggle. “Roselyn’s got some nice stems on her. Wouldn’t mind running my tongue up her thighs.”
“Oh, you,” Shay said, batting Emma’s arm and pushing past her. She walked into the main room, looking over her shoulder at Emma with a twinkle in her eye and looked like she was about to say something when the door outside opened up and Megan Fox pushed a lingerie clad Lucy Hale inside.
“What on earth?” Roselyn asked, coming out into the room. All eyes were on young Lucy, clad in black lace with black heels.
“It was the only thing we could find that fit,” Megan said.
“Oh, that’s kinda cute,” Blake said, eyeing the lingerie. “Any more like that down there?”
“Not that I could see - place is really kind of picked over,” Megan said, guiding Lucy into the room where they were keeping the other hostages. As soon as Megan closed the door behind her, Emma poked Roselyn in the ribs.
“They totally banged down there,” Emma said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 04:59:32 AM

“So, who’s sleeping with who tonight?” Emma said. “And where?”
“I gotta sleep out here,” Grace said. “Mind the computers and whatnot.” She looked over at Emma. “Care to let me have a close-up of that scar of yours?”
“Oh no,” Shay said quickly. “Emma’s bedding with me, and that’s final.”
“Shoot,” Grace said, still smiling seductively at Emma. Before Emma could say anything, Megan exited the room where the hostages were tied up.
“They all secure,” Megan said. “Redhead’s asleep, but the blonde’s still upset.”
“Let her be,” Roselyn said. “We’re discussing the sleeping arrangements for the night, Megan. Any preferences?”
“Not with Jaime,” Megan said, almost too quickly.
“Fine, you can bed with me then,” Roselyn said. “Just don’t hog the covers.”
“Right back at you, boss,” Megan said.
“I guess that leaves me with Jaime out here,” Grace said with a sigh. “You two sure you don’t want to share me for the night?” Grace asked Shay and Emma.
“I’d like to actually get SOME sleep tonight,” Shay said, pulling her towel around her a bit tighter before walking towards the bedroom.
“Your loss,” Grace called after her.
“Yours, too, Gracie,” Shay said as she reached the doorway, pausing with her back to the others just long enough to drop the towel around her to the floor, giving everyone a nice long look at her naked ass before disappearing around the corner.
“I’m suddenly very tired,” Emma said, following Shay. “See you all in the morning!”
The others traded knowing looks as the teenager followed her naked friend into the bedroom. Then suddenly Megan frowned. “Damn it, we’re going to have to listen to them all night, aren’t we?”
“You wanna sleep out here with Jaime and her strap-on instead?” Roselyn asked.
“No,” Megan admitted. “But if they keep me up too much, I might just go sleep in the van.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Shay was just sliding into the bed, still nude, when Emma raced into the room like an eager little puppy. “My my, someone’s eager,” Shay noted, seeing the way Emma hurried over to her bag,

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:00:52 AM

shedding her shirt as she went. “You know you really shouldn’t increase your pulse like that just before bed time, it’ll keep you awake all night.”
“Oh, I was hoping something else would keep me up all night,” Emma said, not even looking over her shoulder as she slid out of her pants and thong, giving Shay a nice look at the tiny scar on her butt cheek.
“I hope you’re speaking of a good book then,” Shay said airily. “Because I’m certainly not THAT easy.”
“You were the other day,” Emma pointed out.
“Oh, that was mean,” Shay said, stung.
“But not untrue,” Emma replied, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
“I guess not,” Shay said, smiling to herself. “So, are you going to come over here and increase my pulse before bed or am I going to have to go over there and get you?”
“Just give me a moment,” Emma said, rummaging through her bag. “Gotta get my PJs.”
“Your PJs?” Shay asked.
“Yeah, my pajamas.”
“I know what PJs are,” Shay said. “I’m just surprised you have any.”
“Of course I do,” Emma said. “Gotta sleep in something.”
“You crack safes naked, but you need clothes to sleep in?”
“To sleep?” Emma said, pulling out a wad of fabric. “Hell no. Can’t sleep feeling constricted like that - and wearing clothes under sheets is way too hot.”
“But-”
“I wear PJs to bed when I’ve got someone who I’ll want to take them off me,” Emma said, throwing a blue-green lace slip on over her head before turning around to finally face Shay.
Shay approved at once. Emma’s slip barely extended past her crotch, and clung to her teenaged tits like a second skin once she settled the fabric over them, but flared out from just under her breasts out hiding the curves Shay knew the younger girl had. It had the very alluring effect of making Emma look even younger than she already did.
“So?” Emma asked, making her voice a smidge huskier. “Am I getting your pulse up yet?”
“Oh, hell yes,” Shay said, sitting up in the bed - ignoring the sheets falling off her naked breasts - and reached for her new friend. Emma let Shay take her hands and pull her onto the bed, where their lips met in a hot kiss.
“Oh, geeze, you two don’t waste any time at all, do you?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:01:55 AM

Shay blinked and glanced around Emma, surprised to see Megan Fox standing in the doorway, arms crossed under her ample cleavage. Roselyn was right behind her.
“What’s wrong?” Shay asked.
“Nothing,” Roselyn said. “Except we left the other room because Jaime wasn’t willing to wait before getting to bed with Grace.”
“And you had to leave because Jaime needed a nap?” Emma asked crossly.
“No, we had to leave because if we didn’t, Jaime was going to fuck our asses with her strap-on,” Megan said sourly.
Right on cue, Grace could be heard crying out in pain from behind them. “Oww! Slow down!”
“Fuck that, Wong Tong Hottie!” Jaime called after her. “You wanna share my bed, you gotta give me some hot Asian ass!”
Roselyn shut the door behind her before they could hear anymore.
“I don’t blame you,” Shay muttered, cringing in sympathy for Grace’s ass.
“Geeze, didn’t Jaime get, like, two of the hostages already?”
“I’ve worked with Jaime before,” Roselyn said. “Trust me, when she’s in the mood, she’ll take as many people as she wants, boys or girls.”
“And there’s only girls here, so that who she’s taking,” Megan said.
“What about Blake?” Shay asked.
“I think she slipped outside onto the steps until the screaming fades,” Megan said.
“Yeah, she didn’t want to come in here with you, Emma,” Roselyn said with a small frown as an apology.
“So, what, we’re all stuck together until Jaime’s had her full?” Emma asked. “Gosh, whatever will we do to pass the time?” she added, groping one of Shay’s naked tits in the process.
“Not THAT,” Shay protested.
“Why not?” Emma asked. “You were all hot to trot a second ago!”
“That was before we had… visitors,” Shay said, looking at Megan and Roselyn.
“Let ‘em watch,” Emma said, tweaking one of Shay’s nipples. “I don’t mind an audience every now and then.” She glanced over her shoulder at Megan and Roselyn. “Unless they want to join in.”
“Oh no, I’m beat. I’m going to bed,” Megan said.
“What, that little brunette you took downstairs too much pussy for you?” Emma teased.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:04:49 AM

“No, she was just enough, thank-you-very-much,” Megan replied, matter of factly, heading towards the other bed.
“Fine, suit yourself,” Emma said. “What about you, Boss Lady? Wanna ménage à trois with Shay and I?”
“I’m in a committed relationship,” Roselyn said, though Shay noticed her eyes were lingering about Shay’s chest rather than Emma’s face.
“Never bothered me before, Boss.”
“No, I think I’ll just go to bed, too,” Roselyn said.
“Do you mind if I keep at Shay here? I’m still rather turned on, and she IS all naked and wet-.”
“Emma!” Shay said, surprised.
“What, you’re wet,” Emma said, and to prove it, she crammed a pair of fingers deep into Shay’s pussy, then pulled them up to Shay’s face to show her.
Both Megan and Roselyn had stopped what they were doing when Emma did that, and had their eyes locked on Emma’s hand now.
“Told you,” the teenager said.
“Oh, I can NOT be watching you two go at it all night,” Megan said.
“Offer to join is still there,” Emma said, sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking Shay’s juices off them.
“Here, we’ll use this,” Roselyn said. She walked over to the far side of the room, where she found a fold-out privacy screen. It was coated in dust, and had once been a rather alarming shade of pink that made Emma think it must have come from the Victoria’s Secret downstairs. Roselyn manhandled it over to between the two beds, where she unfolded it, blocking the line of sight between them.
“You’re still going to hear us,” Emma pointed out.
“Not if you’re quiet,” Roselyn said, with JUST enough warning in her tone.
“Besides, better you than Jaime and Grace,” Megan added, shucking off her leather top before walking behind the privacy screen.
“Try and get some sleep tonight,” Roselyn added before joining Megan. “If Rhona doesn’t show up by morning, we’re all going to be busy getting the hell out of here.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks for the reminder, Mom. Can I go back to fucking my girlfriend now?” Emma asked.
“Girlfriend?” Shay asked, surprised. Emma ignored her question and dropped her mouth onto Shay’s left breast. Shay felt herself swoon a little - Emma was quite talented when it came to stuff like this,

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:05:50 AM

as Shay well knew. For a moment, Shay just enjoyed the sensation of Emma’s mouth upon her tit, but all too soon, Emma needed to come up for air, and it was clear from her expression that she wanted to get a move on.
“I think you owe me a little fun with my vibrator,” Emma said, rolling off the bed to grab her bag. Shay smiled. Last time, Emma had taken Shay’s anal cherry with her little vibrator, and made Shay promise to return the favor when the time came. Clearly, Emma thought that time had come.
“Fine, okay,” Shay said. “But you have to leave your PJs on.”
“What? Why?” Emma asked.
“Because I think it’ll be kinkier if I take your ass while you’re still dressed.” Shay glanced down at Emma’s barely covered body. “Or, well, close to dressed, anyway.”
“Shay Mitchell, you DO have a dirty mind in there after all,” Emma said, pulling out the vibrator.
“Too much time spent with you, no doubt,” Shay remarked.
“I love it when I rub one off on a girl,” Emma said, handing the vibe to Shay.
“I think you mean ‘rub off’ on a girl.”
“No,” Emma corrected. “I mean I love getting myself off on another girl, but if you’re turning into a dirty little slut like me, I won’t complain.”
Shay almost laughed, but there was a not-too-subtle cough from the other side of the room divider, and Shay remembered that there were two other people trying to sleep nearby.
“Guess we’re being too loud,” Emma whispered as she got on the bed on all fours.
“Then maybe you better bite this pillow,” Shay whispered with a wicked grin, pushing Emma’s head down firmly, but gently, until her rear hung up in the air alone, bare pussy and asshole exposed to the world. “Because I’m about to make you scream.”
Emma believed her. At once, Shay turned the vibrator on to it’s lowest setting, and started running the gently shaking device against the outer lips of Emma’s pretty pink pussy. Emma cooed at once, enjoying the sensation, but wondered how long Shay was going to tease her like this before taking her ass with Emma’s own vibrator.
Almost before the thought was through Emma’s brain, however, Shay began gently pushing the vibrator into Emma’s slit, surprising both girls with how easily it slid in amid Emma’s juices. Emma found herself moaning into the pillow her face was pressed against, but quickly tried to stop - she didn’t really want to both Roselyn and Megan if they didn’t want to participate. But already Shay was making Emma feel so good that keeping quiet was going to be a challenge.
Shay worked the vibrator in and out of Emma repeatedly for several minutes, working Emma towards a good, solid climax before suddenly pulling the pulsating device out of Emma’s pussy without warning. Emma gasped into the pillow, missing the sensation instantly, but a moment later it returned, though this time pressed against her back door.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:12:59 AM

“Are you sure?” Shay whispered in Emma’s ear, keeping the very tip of the dildo nestled against Emma’s asshole. Emma nodded her head as best she could while keeping her mouth blocked with the pillow, then nearly cried out again when Shay started to ease the vibrator into Emma’s ass.
Emma Roberts was no anal virgin. She’d had all sorts of dildos and even a real cock up there once or twice. That said, every time something first penetrated her ass, the sensation nearly overwhelmed her. That brief moment, when everything felt too big to get inside her, drove her wild in more ways than one. This time was no different, and Shay’s hesitation with how hard and how fast to push the dildo only made the moment stretch out longer.
Then, suddenly, Shay was in past the ring of Emma’s ass, and the pleasure went from the scary first moments to pure pleasure. Oh yes, Emma Roberts did so love getting her ass fucked.
Shay found herself enjoying it, too. Somehow, ramming this vibrating rod into Emma’s backside seemed so sexy, so powerful, so liberating. Usually, Shay was the one getting fucked by other girls, but this was fun, being in charge. She ran her free hand through Emma’s hair a bit as she pressed the dildo deeper into the teenager’s ass, and marveled at the sight of Emma’s body shaking in delight.
Shay had to be careful, though. She herself was getting hot, and she found herself licking her lips repeatedly. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was certain her pussy was dripping as much as Emma’s was. She knew she was almost as likely to start moaning as Emma was at this moment.
Not that she’d be doing this that much longer. Judging from the way Emma’s toes were curling up and her hands were gripping the pillow, the youngest robber was about to reach the promised  land.
Shay didn’t make her wait. Instead, she twisted the hand she was using to drive the vibrator into Emma’s ass enough so that when it was as far in as Emma could send it without losing it, Shay could touch Emma’s pussy with her pinkie finger.
Emma exploded, crying out into the pillow her face was in as orgasmic bliss washed over her young body. Shay quickly grabbed Emma’s hair and pushed the girl’s head deeper into the pillows, muffling her cries a bit more, but it was too late.
“I thought we told you to be quiet,” Megan’s voice wafted over the divider.
“Sorry, sorry,” Shay said quietly, meaning it.
“No you’re not,” Emma whispered.
“I didn’t want to wake them up,” Shay said, letting Emma up and handing the freshly turned-off vibrator to the younger girl.
“Fuck them, they don’t like it, they can plug their ears,” Emma said, reaching down and finally pulling the blue-green slip up over her head and chucking it towards the room divider - the lace fabric landed quietly over the top of it harmlessly. Not so harmless was Emma’s newly naked body, which she quickly pressed against Shay’s, kissing Shay so hard that the taller, darker-haired girl fell back onto the mattress, nearly hitting her skull upon the frame at the foot of the bed. Neither girl noticed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:16:21 AM

Shay tried to break the kiss to ask what Emma was doing, but Emma wouldn’t let her. Indeed, she took each of Shay’s wrists in her hands and forced them under Shay’s back, using the combined weight  of the two women to pin them in place there. With Shay stuck like that, Emma moved so that she was scissoring her new lover, and quickly started thrusting her crotch against Shay’s.
At once, Shay realized what Emma was doing, and moaned into the other girl’s mouth, loving the sensation. Emma kept their mouths locked, her tongue darting into Shay’s to help keep the older woman from making too much noise. Shay might have appreciated the support if she’d been able to think about anything other than the supremely erotic sensation of Emma’s pussy rubbing against her own.
Shay didn’t last long - to be fair, what she’d done to Emma’s ass already had her primed to go, and hanging out with all the sexy ladies in this bunch had kept her a little aroused all day anyway. And she needed the release, and Emma was so sexy and so good with her hands, and mouth, and even her pussy.
Shay came like a fire hydrant, exploding like crazy, losing control of her body as she shook all over, climax shattering her brain. Emma, to her credit, both held Shay down and kept humping with her crotch, keeping up the sensation long enough for Shay to enjoy until she finally collapsed, her body spent.
“That-that was amazing,” Shay whispered when she could finally speak again.
“Yeah, we totally need to do THAT again,” Emma said.
“Just please do it sometime tomorrow!” Roselyn’s voice came over the divider.
Emma and Shay traded looks and started to giggle.
They might have kept going, but the door to the room opened, and Blake slipped in.
“I’m just going to crash on the floor in here, if that’s alright,” Blake said. “I can’t stay out there with those two any more.” As if to emphasize her point, Jaime’s voice came hollering after her.
“Yeah, take that cock up your ass, Kung Pow Pussy! That’s what you get for taking the Hobbit before I could!”
“Fine,” Roselyn said. “Just close the door first, please.”
“And everyone SHUT UP and let me SLEEP!” Megan added.
* * * * * * * * *
“This had better be urgent,” Rhona Mitra said flatly into her phone. “I’m in a very important meeting.”
Actually, Rhona was watching two young women on the bear rug in front of her kissing and fondling each other prior to all-out sex; but it WAS important. Bringing in English glamour models (and sometimes actual actresses) to pair with their American counterparts for her pleasure was expensive, and that was without ensuring they’d keep quiet. Plus, she liked to get off before she went to sleep.
“It’s crucial,” Ashley Benson assured her, twisting the ends of her hair with her non-phone-holding hand. “Troian managed to… to get away.”
“I see,” the boss replied, watching the busty English brunette bury her head between the nicely-blessed American blonde’s legs. “She must not have been as deceased as you thought.”
“I did the whole ‘Have you seen my friend? I think she’s hurt’ thing, and some kids told me Bellisario passed out at the bus stop after she called 911. Girl’s got the luck of the devil – the ambulance got there in like five minutes before I got there…”
“Even the devil can’t be lucky all the time, otherwise he’d never have been thrown out of Heaven. I see the Fellows of Bumbling Incompetence think your lovely friend may be involved… at least that’s going according to plan.”
Ashley was tempted to point out that Hayden Panettiere was not her friend, but she was under no illusions that Rhona would take kindly to correction.
“Miss Bellisario will not be a problem. Just stay the course, and it will take you to network news. This is, after all, why I came to you – I know an ambitious little slut when I see one.” Without waiting for a response, Rhona hung up.
“Airhead,” she said, and fixed her eyes on the young blonde and brunette.
“Cunt,” Ashley spat at the phone.
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:16:55 AM

The earliest indications of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the room Jaime Pressly and Grace Park shared. Jaime slept the sleep of a woman who had fucked to her heart’s content, but her face still looked a little grim, as if she was pissed off even in REM state.
Grace wasn’t sleeping at all. Part of it was that in addition to all the other things that kept her from being the ideal woman, Jaime snored; part of it was her sense of duty;  and part of it was another sense…  she had had it hard inside her back alley before, but Saline Tits had hit that long, hard and painfully. Really painfully. Like forcing a jackhammer up there painfully - she hadn’t been fucked that brutally in the behind since the last time she’d had it from a man. Actually, she remembered with a rueful chuckle, that was the LAST time she’d had it from a man… how Blake could be so fond of cock she didn’t know, but different strokes.
Glad that Jaime wasn’t holding an arm around her, the computer whiz rolled herself out of bed.  She had something to do that couldn’t wait – after today, if all went well they’d never see each other again. Which was why it had to be today…
She quietly opened the door of the room of choice, and smiled at what she saw and heard. Grace heard nothing but quiet breathing as Emma Roberts, Shay Mitchell and Blake Lively slept; no snoring here or from the other side of the divider. Blake was sleeping on the floor on her front, and Grace was disappointed but not surprised to see that she was the only one of the three actually wearing something; trust Blake to have brought along a nightdress.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:19:04 AM

Grace really, REALLY wanted to lift it up and have a nice long look, but Blake’s beautiful body might have kept her occupied for too long. Fortunately, there were two other far more accessible ladies; Shay and Emma were asleep in each other’s arms, and it didn’t escape Grace’s notice that Shay’s rear was round enough that Emma was virtually squeezing it in her sleep.
Creeping over to the side Emma slept on, Grace knelt down by the mattress and ran her eyes down the pale, slumbering safecracker. She rested her gaze on the girl’s soft, gorgeous rump with that little two-inch scar on it, lightly moving her right index finger down the line.
“You did say I could lick it,” Grace said to herself, and rested her head against it. Lucky Emma, getting to sit on such a fabulous bottom… she turned around, her tongue extending to touch the base of the scar. Grace slowly ran the tip of her tongue over it; while she was no animal lover and she would have happily put down the mutt who dared to bite Emma’s booty, she’d have done it painlessly because it was such a sexy little imperfection. Prodding the flesh with her tongue, she licked it again and again – and her right hand’s fingers started to touch the non-scarred cheek. Emma’s ass was like silk and she loved it, but Grace had other things to do here.
Other things that could wait a bit.
She kissed Emma’s scar, and then the flesh above and below it as the safecracker turned in her sleep. Fortunately the position of her butt didn’t change enough to make it a problem; faced with Emma’s long cleft, Grace slid her tongue all the way along it. She was relieved it wasn’t Jaime – she knew from bitter experience (like last night) that Saline Tits wasn’t always the cleanest back there, but Miss Roberts… now SHE knew the meaning of the word “hygiene.” (Grace was willing to bet Blake Lively did as well – if only she dared to find out.) Grace would have loved to take a bite, but not too deep. Not yet.
Resting both her hands on the girl’s cheeks, Grace carefully stroked them as she kissed the cleft before she let a finger move along it and then inside. Glad she kept her nails short, Grace slowly pushed the finger down and sighed as the tip touched the hole at the bottom; there it was. She let her finger probe into Emma’s enclosed asshole, wriggling it slightly before bringing it back out.
Grace rested the lucky finger on her box as her tongue touched Emma’s cleft again, probing inside and moving as delicately as possible, going for Emma’s little entrance. Mmmm, and there it was…
Emma moaned in her sleep as Grace slid her tongue along the tiny little circle, licking slowly. She wished she had a tongue like a lizard – she never went as deep as she wanted, and Emma had one of the sweetest-tasting assholes she’d ever encountered. Honestly, if she had a cock she’d probably have come right there – just as well she didn’t. Grace enjoyed every square inch inside there as she sucked away, her fingers squeezing and pinching both of the girl’s buns. Emma moved around, still seeming to be asleep, as the hacker moved back and spread the girl’s ass.
Grace gazed on Emma’s open back door, feeling herself moistening, before dipping down again for seconds. The scar had been lovely, but it was the icing on the cake. And she loved cake, or should it be buns? Whatever… her mouth returned to Emma’s opening, dabbing and licking with more urgency this time, and munching so eagerly it was almost like the girl had an extra cunt. Her hands were rubbing and clutching the safecracker’s buttocks like they were a lifeline, and even though Grace wasn’t aware of it, her little finger was roaming along Emma’s scar as if she had its location in her subconscious.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:31:29 AM

The hacker could feel Emma quivering in her sleep, little gasps interrupting her rhythm; if Grace had had a free hand she could have felt to see if the girl’s box was getting as damp as her own, but she was fine with not breaking off to find out because with each poke of her tongue deeper inside Emma she was getting closer to wishing that she could take up cracking safes instead… spend more time with Emma Roberts and get a chance to tap this more often…
Emma’s body shook inside Shay’s arms, sending vibrations through Grace as she left one final kiss before letting her go. She didn’t know how long she’d been eating out Miss Roberts’s behind, but she didn’t hurt so much now; Grace pulled herself up and moved herself along, pressing her steaming pussy onto the girl’s butt and sliding her crotch along it. Why did Jaime have to use Edgemont on her last night and insist on keeping it (“I gotta get me a new one ‘cause Dwarf Lois Lane ruined mine”)? Grace could have had so much more fun with Emma if she had her strap-on. Sighing over what could have been but happy with what was, the hacker gave Emma a last look.
“Thanks for the wake-up call…” the safecracker mumbled into Shay’s hair.
“No problem,” Grace whispered, seeing that Shay was somehow still asleep.  She cast her eyes on the divider, and immediately put the idea of extending the alarm out of her mind; she had to get back into her own bed, just in case Jaime woke up and wanted to get frisky again.
Grace looked down at Blake, also still asleep. She was wearing a nightdress that ended just above her knees, and it wasn’t exactly clingy. As a glint of fun entered her eyes, she knelt down and gently took the hem of Blake’s nightdress; no sense in letting an opportunity to see Blake Lively’s long bare thighs and dethonged ass, and if she peered close maybe even a bit of her pussy, go to waste…
“Grace, if you lift that up I will fucking end you,” Blake muttered without turning her head.
Simultaneously impressed and flustered, the hacker dropped the hem and let herself out.
* * * * * * * * *
Unlike Lucy or Hayden, JoAnna had yet to get any kind of action since this whole nightmare had started; as a result, she was the only one of the three who was still tied up when she fell asleep. But in her head, it was over and she was free, safe at home with Jason.
The two were in the shower, JoAnna lathering up her man and enjoying his hands soaping up her perky little breasts. As the water cascaded over their bodies, she told herself not to rush down to his cock; it was the weekend, and they had all the time in the world. But really, the textures of his body under her fingers and the soapy foam were making it really hard to resist…
Jason was finding it even harder, judging from his suddenly inclining his head down and giving one of JoAnna’s nipples a little taste.
“You know how it goes, at least TRY to do what we’re here for…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:32:53 AM

“What do you think I’m doing, baby?” Jason laughed.
“Be nice, or *this* doesn’t get the deep-clean treatment,” JoAnna giggled, dropping a hand between Jason’s legs and running a finger along his cock before bringing it back up and continuing to soap his taut, muscled body. She was really looking forward to cleaning those hard to reach places in particular; she peered over to take a look as the bar of soap traversed down his back. His smooth, hairless back…
Wait a minute. Jason did like to take care of himself but he wasn’t such a priss that he went in for all-over dilapidation – there should have been some fuzz back there, at least. And why was his ass suddenly decidedly rounder… almost female-looking?
And his body was feeling softer. It smelt nicer too, she had to admit, and it wasn’t just because of the setting.  JoAnna’s hands weren’t detecting any kind of muscles, but as she moved them down his sides they started to curve inwards, following the contours of his body. Okay, now this was just weird…
JoAnna moved her head back, and found herself face to face with a pair of full, high, extremely well-formed breasts with dark hair arrayed on either side. They were beautiful. “And those are NOT man-boobs,” she said aloud.
“I should hope not,” Shay Mitchell replied, her soap-covered hands stroking JoAnna’s shoulders. “Now isn’t this better than Jason?”
“Well, he does have a nice… thing,” JoAnna admitted. “And he isn’t bad at giving head.”
“But can you get this from him?”
Shay gently pressed her palms on JoAnna’s shoulders, and the redhead knelt/let herself sink to the tiles, her eyes glued to the coffee-coloured teller until they were gazing right on Shay’s box. It was like she was in one of the movies she and Jason liked to watch sometimes very late at night; breastplay was as far as she’d ever gotten until now.
“I hear it tastes like sushi,” she said a little nervously.
“Only one way to find out,” Shay replied, smiling kindly down on her.
“Umm…” JoAnna couldn’t believe she was asking this. “Is it okay if I touch your butt while I’m… you know…”
“All you had to do was ask. And you didn’t even have to do that.”
Closing her eyes and touching Shay’s soft, perfect rump, JoAnna dipped her tongue into Miss Mitchell’s snatch as the water flow increased, rushing over each of them louder as she flicked and tasted. It didn’t taste like sushi; it was like… oh boy, she didn’t know what Shay tasted like, but she wanted more of it. A lot more. It was sweet and tangy, better than any cock she had ever sucked. Ever.  Her hands stroking Shay’s ass as if it was a shrine, JoAnna pressed her head harder against the soaking girl’s pussy and moved her tongue deeper as the sound of the shower, and of singing, grew ever louder…

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:35:47 AM

“…so come on this is my adventure, this is my fantasy…”
In the next room, the shower really was running and someone really was singing in it – but whoever it was, JoAnna reflected ruefully as real life crashed in, had a higher voice than Shay (not exactly Michael Clarke Duncan herself).  Hayden was also still on the bed, and since none of the other robbers looked as if they were likely to be watching Nickelodeon (although JoAnna had to admit, some of the guys on the shows were VERY cute – so she’d heard, of course...), that only left Lucy.
Rueing the twin facts that she hadn’t woken up first and that she was the only one of the three hostages who hadn’t been cut loose for sex purposes – not because she wanted to be fucked by Shay (by THEM!) but because being unbound would have made it easier to get undressed and in the bath – the redhead turned to her blonde bedmate, also awake and humming a little tune (while waiting for Lucy to finish in the shower).
“Catchy tune…”
“The theme from ’Human Target,’” Hayden explained. “They should NEVER have changed the music  after the first season; dumping Bear McCreary for the guy who does ‘Chuck’? Bad idea…”
JoAnna’s fiancé had been among the few people to stay with the show throughout either season, but she’d never watched an episode in full and she had no idea who this Bear McCreary guy was. Anyway, she had other things on her mind.
“I heard you with that blonde last night,” JoAnna said, thankful that Jaime hadn’t put the gag back on.
“Glad to be of service,” Hayden replied. “Just trying to get into their good books for when this is over.”
“It might be over sooner than you think,” the redhead admitted nervously.
“They need us to get out of here, and I don’t think they’ll dump us somewhere with bullets in our heads.”
“Well, certainly not two of us… are you a religious woman?”
“Not really,” Hayden ‘fessed up.
“Couldn’t hurt to pray you don’t draw Jaime.”
“If we all do it, one of us isn’t going to get her prayer answered,” the reporter pointed out.
“There is something you can do now though,” JoAnna said, turning with her back to Hayden. “You can untie me.”
“Question, Miss… er, I never got your name…”
“JoAnna Garcia,” the teller replied as Hayden struggled a little with the Gordian knots those robbers had used on them; no wonder Grace and Jaime had gone for the same way of loosening them as Alexander the Great had.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:36:45 AM

“If you had to fuck any of these robbers, which one would it be?”
“I don’t want to f… sleep with any of them, thank you very much.”
“Yeah?” Hayden smiled. “Then how come you kept me up by going ‘Shay Mitchell, you’re so hot’ half the night?”
At that moment, a freshly-scrubbed Lucy Hale came back into the room. “Okay, all yours… um, how come your face is so red, JoAnna?”
* * * * * * * * *
Nine showers of varying lengths later, they were gathered together with the set tuned to Channel 7 again; at least the news wasn’t on yet.
“Which one’a you bitches finished off the hot water?” Jaime grumbled as she swigged her coffee and waited for the news to end.
Grace, who’d been the next to last to shower, didn’t say a word as she concentrated on her computers.
“Never mind,” Megan admonished, munching an oatmeal and raisin cookie. “We’ll be out of here by… Roselyn?”
Roselyn wanted to suggest that they stay until they heard from Rhona, but at the same time they knew that the longer they hung around, the more likely it was that Jaime was right about Rhona never coming. Wishing that it was someone else’s decision to make, she swallowed her doughnut (and wished they’d gotten something decent to eat around here, but they needed Grace on the computers and Megan, the only other member of the gang who’d never been seen – mask or no mask – was the only other member who could move out and about relatively safely, and none of them had bothered to give her a shopping list. Plus, y’know, spending stolen money instead of using what they had on them…).
“We’ll make a move at noon,” Roselyn stated. “This whole thing started around then, so it ends around then.”
“Fine with me,” Blake agreed. “The sooner we get out of this, the better.”
“Finally we agree on something,” Emma muttered, studying the TV and pretending to be interested in that morning’s paternity dispute on “Maury.”
“Maybe we should make the draw now,” Shay suggested, not even pretending to be interested in Mr. Povich and his guests.
“For what?” Lucy asked, from the floor where she and JoAnna had been relegated – not enough chairs or cushions.
“For who goes with which group,” Roselyn replied. “Did my girls LITERALLY fuck your brains out last night?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:37:53 AM

She regretted saying that the second she said it, and told herself to keep from losing it. It wasn’t Lucy’s fault she was here… “Actually, Shay’s right – we should decide who takes who. And as soon as the reporter gets back from the bathroom we’ll do it.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Blake and Lucy were the only people involved, robbers or hostages, who’d had the chance to do any clothes-changing. Back in her dress, Hayden had made sure to get into the bathroom again as soon as she’d bathed – she’d told her fellow hostages that she really needed it. Which was true, but there was another reason as well.
Relieved in both senses of the word, the blonde reporter took her cellphone out – it had been a double stroke of luck that no one had found it and that she’d had it on silent. And as a bonus, she knew where they were; a little message via the ol’ 911 and…
“2 New Messages.”
Well, Hayden was a fast texter – she could scan the messages before sending out the SOS. Hayden pressed “View,” and was more than a little happy to see that the two messages were from Troian. At least she could let her know she was OK… the reporter opened them in order of arrival:
"Mushroom - A's in on the robbery and she set you up. My ass still hurts but so will hers when I get my hands on her. Luv you, Troi."
"Ashley nearly killed me. In it with some Rhona Mitra bitch. Call me when you get this. Sorry I called you Mushroom. T.”
Hayden stared at the phone screen, feeling as if she had been hit around the head with a sledgehammer. This couldn’t be happening… Ashley had done this to her? And to Troian? Was she okay? How big WAS this?
She shook her head to try and clear it, and her finger pressed “Reply.”
“T.-“ And that was all she had time to write before the screen suddenly changed to show a rectangular shape and the words “BATTERY EMPTY.”
“Shit!” the reporter hissed as it went off. Of all the days she had to pick to not charge her phone, it had to be yesterday. “This just gets better and better…”
* * * * * * * * * *
“About time!”
“Nice to see you too,” Hayden snapped at Megan as she went for whatever food was left, picking up a Berliner doughnut.
“Sorry, it’s just that we’ve got something to sort out and we had to have the whole gang here,” said the driver, offering the reporter a small bag. “Here, have a—“

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:49:13 AM

“Uh uh uh,” Roselyn interrupted. “It’s in alphabetical order, forgotten?  JoAnna first, then Lucy Hale, and THEN our reporter friend.”
“She ain’t MY friend,” Jaime muttered, and shot Blake and Emma a look that *dared* them to make a comment. The friend to all men and the safecracker drew imaginary zips across their lips.
“Go for it,” Megan said, handing the bag to JoAnna as Hayden, munching her doughnut, joined the other hostages. “And remember, no looking.”
JoAnna shut her eyes as she put her fingers inside the bag, and pulled out a chocolate bar. When she opened her eyes, she visibly sighed in relief on seeing an Almond Joy bar; she handed the bag to Lucy who squeezed her eyes shut, fingering inside the bag and mouthing “Eeny-meeny-miny-mo” before pulling out a Hershey’s milk chocolate bar.
“Sorry,” she mouthed before handing the bag to Hayden.  Not knowing what for, the reporter put her hand in the bag, eyes closed like the others, before pulling out a Cookies’n’Crème bar.
“You didn’t really have to shut your eyes for that one,” Grace chuckled. “There were only three in there – one for each group when we make like trees and get out of here. It was Megan’s idea – she’s got a sweet tooth. Among other things,” she added with an eye on Megan’s shirt and the nipples poking through it.
“Eyes off the tits and back on the screen, Nerd Girl,” Megan muttered. “Anyway, Lucy got the plain old candy bar so she’s going with me, Grace and Blake.”
“And the Almond Joy?” Hayden asked, as JoAnna filled her mouth; this was one time she felt like a nut, all right.
“Means JoAnna’s going with me and Emma,” Shay explained.
“So that means I’m going with...  oh, FUCK.”
“Eat up, shrimp,” Jaime cackled. “You, me and the boss lady are gonna have a lot of fun on our little road trip.”
As Hayden took a bite of her bar, she and Roselyn exchanged resigned looks.
* * * * * * * * * *
Unlike Hayden’s phone, Ashley’s was fully charged up and vibrating away as soon as she got out of the shower.
“Oh, gimme a break!” she shouted at the phone. It was bad enough that Troian was out of her hands – and even though Rhona had assured her she’d be taken care of, who knew how long that would take? – but she hadn’t managed to have any sex last night; by the time the men Rhona had sent had straightened up everything and removed any lingering Bellisarian traces, she just wanted to get to bed.
And now this… Ashley snatched the phone up and read the message. It wasn’t much, just some information, but it was all she needed. And it was from Rhona.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:50:21 AM

She could do this. She’d done it before…
* * * * * * * * *
The Jane Doe had been out like a light since arriving at San Francisco General Hospital the night before; she looked like she had gone 15 rounds with Wolverine and the Predator. The paramedics who brought her in had joked about wondering what the other lady looked like, and looked for ID on her – in neither case had they been successful.
For the time being, neither the doctors on duty nor anyone else would know where Troian Bellisario was.
* * * * * * * * * *
Grace was munching on pretzels and had all hailing frequencies open like an Asiatic Uhura – basically, like Hoshi Sato - and Megan was out lining up three alternate methods of transportation (read: heisting three cars). Everyone else studied JoAnna Garcia and Shay Mitchell as the two tellers – real and fictional – sat among the banknotes and coins, each counting the take and dividing it as fast as they could; even though high noon was still four hours away, the sooner all this was settled the faster they could split. But even with two of them going through all the green-white bills, it took some time.
“If this was British currency it would be easier to keep track,” Emma mused. “Different colours, different sizes…”
“What good old American greenbacks lack in variety they make up for in volume,” Roselyn pointed out. “Plus they’re easier to fold in your purse or bag or whatever.”
“… and that’s your $1,114,285.72 (approx.) each, three times over,” JoAnna finished, pushing the bag containing the swag over to Blake. “Nice doing business with you,” she added with the standard smile as she and Shay began on the final load – Shay and Emma’s (Roselyn had insisted on doing the boss’s first and Jaime, for once, had agreed).
“Megan’ll be so pleased when she gets back,” Blake said. “Just hope she doesn’t get a girl’s car.”
“What, you’re the world’s greatest tranny?” Jaime cackled.
“No… it’s just that I’ve never had any luck dealing with women, is all.”
“Superstitous, are we?”  Grace laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re in the car with the wheelgirl. We’ll be fine.”
“Hey, have you gotten anything yet?” Shay asked as her fingers dealt with the notes.
“Cool it, kid. As soon as I hear anything you’ll be the first to… oh CRAP!”
Everyone turned to look at the hacker on those last two words, as Grace brought up the volume on the speakers. Since she’d gotten to the monitors she’d been checking all the police frequencies with a particular emphasis on the lines going into the stations – and so far there’d been nothing. Until now.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:53:36 AM

“Yes, go on, ma’am,” said the police dispatcher, a little fuzzily but clear enough for them all to hear.
“I was heading to work… and I think I saw the van from the bank robbery yesterday – the one that was on the news…” a nervous female voice said. “It was parked just outside the… wait, it’s coming to me… the Victoria’s Secret on Stockton Street, the one that closed down a while back…”
Roselyn snatched up her cellphone, muttering “Please, Megan, have your damn handsfree on” to herself as she dialled.
A sharp cry cut through the air – everyone glanced at the source as the witness continued to give away their location.
“ASHLEY!?!” yelled a shocked Hayden Panettiere.
* * * * * * * * *
“…it’s a big brown GMC cargo van…”
“Uh-huh.”
“…plate number 4GHD859. I don’t know if it’s still there or not…”
“If it isn’t, we know who to look for. Thank you, miss…”
“Just wanted to help… I saw the reports…” Ashley said, reading the information Rhona had sent her in the same voice she’d used when tipping off Hayden.
* * * * * * * * *
“Who?” asked Emma.
“She means Ashley Benson from Channel 7,” Grace explained. “Doesn’t sound like her though-“
“SHE GOT ME DOWN HERE!” the reporter shouted. “That’s the same voice she put on! My girl was right; that bitch is in this up to her bleached head!”
“Hang on,” Jaime said icily. “Hand it over.”
“Hand what over?”
“The phone, dwarf. Either you and your girlfriend have some kinda freak psychic link or she managed to get some messages in to you, and I ain’t about to let you get some out.”
“But my phone’s dead!”
“Gimme the fucking phone, or you’re gonna join it!”
Glaring at Jaime, Hayden took the phone out and handed it over. “Benson beat up my girlfriend and I don’t know how she is - if anything else happens to Troian, I *promise* your pals are going to be splitting up your share of the take.”
“Like you could take care of me?”
“I hear she took care of her pretty good last night,” Blake whispered, and Shay couldn’t resist a smile.
“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN?” Jaime snarled.
Nothing.  From any of them.
* * * * * * * * *
There were two ways to steal cars - quickly, or smartly. Megan Fox specialized more in the second category, though in times of crisis, she could do fast as well as she did smart.
Of course, stealing cars the smart way takes time, and she couldn’t just grab the first three cars she found on Stockton Street. Three cars go missing on the same street, and the cops start to notice. No, she’d have to spread her thieving out a little.
Of course, she could only get so far on foot. If she’d thought about it, she would’ve brought one of the other girls along to drive her further out into San Fran to find more cars. The selection in the neighborhoods around the abandoned Victoria’s Secret was decidedly lower middle-class, not the usual hot rods Megan preferred. There were no Corvette Stingrays, no Mercedes Benz E550’s or the precious SLS AMGs, not even a sporty little Firebird or anything of the like.
No, Megan was forced to make due with a Nissan. A Nissan Sentra, clearly a good decade old, in the most unremarkable grey paint job she’d ever seen. But the guy she’d seen getting out of it had left his keys in the windshield visor and thought his remote was enough to keep it safe. Megan had a universal remote in her left breast pocket that unlocked the car in less than thirty seconds. Then it was just a casual walk over to the Nissan, open the door, and drive it the four blocks back to Stockton Street.
She didn’t park the car near the Victoria’s Secret - though there were enough spaces out front she could have. The store was abandoned, and if there were suddenly a lot of cars showing up, it would draw attention from some nosy neighbor or something, and even if the girls left quickly, that was a risk none of them wanted to take. Better to spread the cars out a little bit, leaving them on the street.
After parking the Nissan and taking the keys with her, Megan went in the completely opposite direction, strolling six blocks to the south-west where she found a blue-green Chevy Cavalier that was running outside the Washington & Hyde Mini Park. It was even older than the Nissan, but had more horsepower and had the added bonus of a nearly full tank of gas. Whoever had left it running didn’t seem to notice when she pulled out against traffic and started riding back towards Stockton Street.
That was when her phone rang.
“Megan?” Roselyn’s voice was clipped and hurried, something that didn’t help with her accent.
“Boss lady?” Megan asked. “What’s up?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:54:55 AM

“We’ve been made - cops just got a call giving away our position EXACTLY. Get back here with the rides, FAST.”
“Shit, I’ve still got another car to steal first!”
“No TIME! Just grab one here on the street, and we’ll go as soon as you get it to us!” With that, Roselyn hung up, leaving Megan swearing at her cellphone.
This time, she dropped the Chevy off right in front of the Victoria’s Secret - no time for keeping secrets now, she mused, then rushed down the street. There weren’t many choices, and her time was short, so when she saw a boxy, grey little Ford Escort wagon with its window half rolled down, she took it. She only had to drive it down the street - she was taking the Chevy to get her, Grace, Blake and their hostage out of town. This wheel girl was taking the most horsepower she could get out of her limited options.
She was a bit surprised at the quality shape the Ford was in - it was clearly ancient, her age if not older, but when she hotwired it, the engine purred to life, and the little box handled like a dream for a car of its size. Sure, it had a tape deck in it - a TAPE deck, not even a CD player, let alone MP3, but an honest to god tape deck! - but whoever kept this relic clearly had loved and cared for the machine. It was a piece of luck that Megan was happy to take as she darted the little thing down the street to the Victoria’s Secret, pulling it up right next to the broken van. Ten seconds later, she was rushing up the stairs to the hideout, half expecting the cops to pull in behind her.
“You guys all packed up and ready to go?!” she yelled as soon as she burst into the main area.
They’d all gotten packed up, meaning they had their weapons and the money; Grace would have to leave the hardware behind, but there wasn’t anything on them that could tell the cops where they were heading. In any case, once they were free and clear she could buy some decent shit.
“What are you going to do to us?” Lucy asked, her arms nearly torn out of their sockets with the weight of all the money in the bag she was carrying.
“We’re dropping you off at the state line,” Megan told her.
“Alive?” Jaime asked in disbelief.
“YES, ALIVE!” the driver snapped at the blonde, before returning to Lucy and relieving her of the bag. “You’re not gonna say anything, are you?”
“Not a word,” she replied in relief as they headed for the door, grateful for not being hustled along the way Hayden was by Jaime. “I just wanna get out of here.”
“Seconded,” panted JoAnna, wondering when it had been decided that the hostages should carry all or most of the cash.
“Thirded,” grunted Hayden.
“Okay, outside there’s a blue-green Chevy and a grey Ford Escort wagon – my group’s got the Chevy, and Shay and her team take the wagon.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:55:57 AM

“Oooh, leg room. I like it,” Shay giggled.
“Roselyn, you and the others go down two blocks to the left and you’ll find a grey Nissan Sentra; that’s your ride. If you don’t like what you got wait until you get out of the city to change it.”
“Like we’re going to stay in the same stolen cars for who knows how long?” Grace asked. “I may be a geek, but I’m not stupid.”
“Well, I’m not going to pretend it was a blast working with you all… especially Emma… because it wasn’t,” Blake said, brushing her hair aside. “But you must admit it was quite a payday.”
“No shit. The next time I’m going back to working alone though,” the safecracker added.
“Just glad I’ve got enough to get out of the country,” Shay said as they got outside. “Make a fresh start, go somewhere no one knows me…”
“Wait wait wait… where we all headed anyway? Not all in the same direction,” Jaime pointed out.
“I’m taking my crew south,” Roselyn stated. “I’ll feel safer once I’m in Mexico – family, friends, places to hide.”
“Do you wanna drive, Shay?” Emma asked.
“Not really,” the family criminal admitted.  “Cars always make me a little nervous.”
“Long time to the border, because unless this thing works underwater I’m heading East. Always wanted to visit Texas.”
“You got a problem with Canuck TV, ladies?” Grace asked. “It’s gonna be a long trip up the coast.”
“Vancouver’s a nice place to visit; I could try and get to Hong Kong from there,” Blake agreed wistfully; she’d had some fun times there. They loved tall American blondes…
An instant later she snapped out of her reverie with a yelp as Grace slapped her ass. “Move it or lose it!”
“You were just looking for an excuse, weren’t you?” Blake muttered.
“You heard the lady – goodbye, and good luck…” Roselyn said.
“Maybe we’ll meet up again sometime,” Grace said to Hayden with a little smile.
“If we’re unlucky,” the reporter replied, returning the smile as she and all the others moved it, each getting into or heading down the street to their cars; Lucy dumped the money in the boot before joining Grace in the back seat.
As she slinked into the front to join Megan, Blake saw Grace’s eyes zeroing in straight on her legs and she sighed in resignation. Grace had been right – this was gonna be a LONG trip.
* * * * * * * * *
“Have you seen Troian?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:57:30 AM

“I heard she had to go to the hospital,” Ashley told the intern. “Whatever she had, must’ve gotten worse since yesterday. Poor kid.”
“Yeah, I hope she and Hayden get back soon… I don’t want to have to come in and find out we have to do her obituary.”
“That would suck,” Ashley lied.
* * * * * * * * *
As she got to her cubicle, Tammin Sursok - for the first time since she had no idea how long - wasn’t dreading work this morning. They were still a way from getting those robbers, but they were a little closer than yesterday; she had yet to find out much about this R.M. Housing, but it was a crack in the surface and even the tiniest crack could become a big, wide opening. Al Capone had gone down because of simple tax fraud – who was to say that a real estate deal couldn’t be responsible for the whole thing coming to a head?
In the meantime, as she punched in and mentally just plain punched the first of the many, many people who said “Hi, BJ!” she set herself to tracking down whoever was in charge of the company. Deep Throat – now there was a sex reference she could live with – had had the right idea; follow the money. The money owned R.M., the money had gotten Reiko, and the money had to have some kind of link to Emma… maybe even to what was left of the Roberts family…
“Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eh kid?”
Tammin looked up from her desk in amazement. Kristen Bell was actually EARLY?
“You should have seen Biel’s face when she heard I got in on time for once,” the blonde Fed chuckled. “Thought it was a terror attack or something… it’s just that when I’m on a case, I just can’t rest, you know? Not until it’s all wrapped up.”
“I read you, K-Bell.”
“I told you before – don’t call me that.”
Tammin had learned not to argue with Federal hypocrisy unless she was in a really strong position to do so.
“So have you got anything on that real estate place?” Kristen continued.
“Nothing much so far – they’ve been in business for about four or five years, and they’re not about to file for Chapter 11 any time soon. There is one thing, though… I found out what the R.M. stands for.”
“Oh, this’ll be thrilling,” Kristen said, pretending to be hooked.
“It’s for the two partners – the M is Monica Bellucci, but the R is where it gets interesting. The R is Roselyn Sanchez.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 05:59:01 AM

Kristen’s eyebrows raised; she wasn’t pretending any longer. “THE Roselyn Sanchez? As in the Black Panty Gang?”
“Could be. The company’s website has their bios, but Monica’s is a lot more thorough than Roselyn’s even allowing for her having top billing. And check this out…” Tammin brought up the page on the site, and scrolled down to Monica’s section. The screen showed lots of text detailing her credentials and prior career next to a picture of a fleshy, smouldering black-haired woman; Kristen whistled. That woman could sell fridges to Eskimos, or XXXL underwear to Kristen Bell.
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Tammin laughed. “Now check out the other founder.” The page went down to Roselyn’s part; there was also a fair amount of text. But…
“No picture,” Kristen mused. “That IS interesting.”
“She might just be shy, and it could be another Roselyn Sanchez, but it’s the best we’ve got now. Might be more interesting to see what her partner thinks about it; maybe she doesn’t know about Roselyn’s skeletons. “
“Or maybe she does and she’s keeping quiet for the good of the business. Or her own good.”
“Roselyn never killed anybody,” Tammin pointed out.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Anyway, once I’ve put some other stuff to bed I’m heading down there to talk to Bellucci and see if she can shed any light on what they’re doing with Emma Roberts.”
“Got an appointment?”
“Screw that, we’re the FBI…”
“BELL!”
Jessica Biel’s husky voice came close to cracking as she shouted for the agent, running out of her office holstering her gun. Kristen shot her head round to face her boss.
“Emergency?”
“You bet your tiny ass it’s an emergency! SFPD did something right for once – just told us someone saw the van they used in the Union Bank job, parked outside the Victoria’s Secret on Stockton! Called like two or three minutes ago…”
Kristen immediately started for the door, and Tammin instinctively got up to follow.
“Where do you think YOU’RE going, young lady? This one’s for the grownups… “
“I’ve got other things to do, anyway,” Agent Sursok told Kristen, hiding her disappointment. She didn’t even turn to check out the way the agents wiggled when they ran out.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:00:32 AM

Shut out though she may have been, she was right; she did have other things to do. Like get told to make coffee in the next few minutes, since R.M. Housing didn’t open until 9. Why didn’t they just get Beverley Mitchell to do it? She was the secretary, it was her JOB…
* * * * * * * * *
Pushing the car as close to the speed limit as she dared, Kristen propelled herself and Jessica towards Stockton Street.
“FUCK the limit! I’ll pay for the ticket!” Jessica shouted as they saw a series of black-and-whites heading in the same direction.
Kristen stamped on the accelerator; the cops may have been wanting to get the gang for being responsible for killing some of their own (it was a miracle that the driver of the trolley car had survived – minus two legs and an arm, but at least he wouldn’t be added to the body count), but she’d be damned if they were going to be left out of the fun.
They weren’t the first on the scene, but they did come in second. The two Feds leaped out of the car the second Kristen screeched it to a stop near the van, and ran into the store along with several other uniformed cops.
Both had their guns out, and burst into the main area expecting to catch several surprised robbers and three grateful hostages but not expecting much in the way of resistance; and got what they expected. In terms of resistance, anyway.
There were lots of empty food wrappings, cushions and chairs with all the signs of having been occupied recently, and some computers nearby. But no sign of any humans, robbers or otherwise.
“YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Kristen shouted. “It was like just NOW we heard!”
Disbelieving that defeat had been snatched from the jaws of victory, Kristen and the cops raced throughout the hideout on what they knew was a wild goose chase, but hoping that maybe, just maybe one of them might be still there.  All the rooms were burst into in a matter of seconds, but there wasn’t hide nor hair to be found. Plenty of slept-on bedding, but nothing else.
“DAMMIT!” Jessica yelled, glaring at the computers. “WE WERE SO CLOSE!!!”
If they weren’t evidence, she would have emptied her gun into them.
* * * * * * * * *
Paperwork, filing and coffee had all piled up on Tammin, but at last she had managed to leave the building once all three had been completed as fast as she could. Certainly a lot faster than dealing with the traffic; she’d done a lot of glaring and swearing at traffic lights, but eventually she found herself pulling up to the building that housed R.M. Housing; the elevators were out of service, so it was a good thing they were on the ground floor. Okay, it would have been good exercise to walk up however many flights it would have been, but entering an office sweaty and a little breathless did not the ideal impression make.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:01:38 AM

R.M. Housing had about a quarter of the floor to itself; taking a look through the big glass doors with the company’s name on them she eyed the several desks filled with vampires – er, realtors – before she opened the glass doors. Tammin summoned up all her Federal officialism and strode up to the receptionist, trying not to let her façade crack on seeing a striking young woman behind the desk.
“Welcome to R.M. Housing. How may I help you?” she smiled widely.
“Agent Sursok, FBI,” Tammin replied briskly, showing the receptionist her badge. “Is your boss here?”
“Which one?” the receptionist asked unflappably. “Miss Sanchez or Miss Bellucci?”
“Miss Bellucci. We’re conducting a few routine inquiries into-“
“Wait, is it about that bank robbery yesterday? It is, isn’t it?” the receptionist interrupted.
“I really can’t say; it’s between me and Miss Bellucci. Now is she in, please?”
“She’s stepped out to meet a client, but she should be back in half an hour. If you’d like to…”
Tammin walked over to one of the chairs, sat down and took out her Kindle.
“Oh, you would.”
* * * * * * * * *
“How the hell did they get out so fast?!?” Kristen fumed as she and Jessica arrived in the office.
“You saw the set up; computers, speakers…  this gang seems to have gotten everything covered.”
“Not enough to keep from ID’ing one of them.”
“Yeah, but enough to keep from getting caught,” Jessica replied. “If they knew enough to get past the bank’s systems, they must have had someone keeping an eye on the police frequencies – the second someone called SFPD they must have been like a cat with its tail on fire. And we don’t even know what they used to get away or what!” The director slammed a fist against a cabinet, making the man sitting next to it jump. “I want them, Bell. If they get out of the country and they’ve split up  it’ll be hell getting them back. Man, I need some coffee…”
As they passed Beverley’s desk she drew a breath.
“BJ isn’t here,” Beverley said, correctly guessing what was coming next as she tapped her keyboard. “She said she was following up a lead you got from Aylesworth.”
“We might be able to salvage this day depending on what she turns up,” Jessica said. “C’mon, let’s get something hot and brown inside us. This time, I’ll make it.”
Kristen’s eyes widened. “You trust me with guns but not with coffee? That… is oddly reassuring.”
* * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:07:48 AM

On the job she may have been, but even FBI agents slipped every now and then. Tammin’s mind had drifted from the interview to the exploits of Katniss Everdeen, and she was sunk so deep into “Mockingjay” that she almost dropped the Kindle when a hand tapped her shoulder.
“Yes?” she asked, mixing annoyance at having to abandon Suzanne Collins with a realisation that she had a job to do.
“Miss Bellucci just arrived,” the receptionist told her. “I did tell you… that must be some book you have there.”
“It is, yes,” Tammin admitted, mentally kicking herself for being unprofessional. “My fault.”
“Nah, the writer would be flattered,” said the receptionist. “I’ll let her know you’re here, and she’ll see you in a moment.”
Putting away the Kindle, Tammin’s wait this time was a lot shorter. “Go right in, Agent Sursok.”
Tammin went right in, resisting the urge to take one last look at the receptionist. Knowing her luck, she was probably straight or with someone…
This was not a bad place to work from, she thought as she entered Monica Bellucci’s office. A lot brighter, and more plush. She was thinking that if they ever caught the robbers they’d be holed up in a penthouse suite at this rate. And the most impressive thing in the office was sitting behind the desk, looking like she should have been on the cover of a fashion magazine rather than in a real estate agency. She was in her late 40s, but Tammin suddenly felt like she was seriously outgunned – the jet-black hair and eyes like almonds among the aquiline features of her face, and a body that screamed sex…
“You must be Agent Sursok,” Monica said in a soft Italian accent. “Jennifer told me you wanted to see me…”
“Jennifer?” Tammin asked, distracted by the realtor’s bosom for a moment.
“Jennifer Lawrence. My receptionist,” Monica explained, in a manner suggesting she knew perfectly well what she was doing to poor Tammin. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but I had to finalize a deal with a client. Now, what can I do for you?”
Tammin could think of many, many things Monica could do for and to her (and vice versa), but duty called. “We’re investigating the San Francisco Union Bank robbery…”
“Ah, yes. I’ve seen the news reports.”
“…and we have reason to believe one of the people involved may have a link to this company.”
Monica’s eyebrows rose. “THIS company? I find that difficult to believe. We have very stringent screening procedures, and we have some of the best salaries in the field…”
“Be that as it may,” Tammin interrupted, wishing that the desk wasn’t glass and that Monica Bellucci wasn’t wearing a dress of a shortness that women her age shouldn’t have been able to get away with (but which she certainly did), “we have to check all possibilities.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:09:12 AM

“I suppose you have a job to do,” Monica sighed. “Curse these anti-smoking laws – a cigarette would be a help now.”
Lifelong non-smoker Tammin held her tongue.
“The only one of the robbers we’ve identified so far is a young safecracker called Emma Roberts,” the agent continued. “She was caught pulling an earlier job, and your company retained a very good and very expensive lawyer at Lycan Hollowman to get her off.  I’d be very interested to know why.”
“As would I. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
Tammin studied Monica’s face and body language – if there was the slightest hint that she was lying, it wasn’t there. Perhaps this was a case of the left hand not knowing about the right hand…
“How long have you known your partner?”
Monica relaxed. “For close to six years now.”
Six years. Not long after the shootout with the Black Panty Gang.
“She and I worked for the same investment company in very low-level positions; we decided we might have better luck striking out on our own. It has been difficult, but it’s been worth it. She’s very sharp; I only wish she was here this morning.”
You and me both, thought Tammin. “Is she dealing with a client?”
“No; her partner Alicia is ill and Roselyn has to stay with her.”
“Miss Bellucci…” Tammin started gently.
“Oh, call me Monica,” she said airily.
“Monica, there’s something you need to know about Roselyn; she was in… some trouble before you two met.”
“She told me.”
Tammin would have lost the ability to stand up if she hadn’t been seated. Roselyn had TOLD her…?
“When she was younger, she stole some money from one of her employers; she also told me that she made restitution. I have no reason to believe she’s done anything worse.”
“Actually, she has done worse… she was the leader of a gang of bank robbers called the Black Panty Gang. Only two of the gang are still alive now, and we don’t know the whereabouts of one of them. Roselyn’s the other one.”
Monica stared at her, shaking her head.
“She disappeared six years ago, and until now we had no idea what had happened to her. It’s probably just as well that the gang never hit California…”
“There must be some mistake,” Monica protested.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:10:02 AM

“It would explain why her picture isn’t on your company’s website and yours is.”
“Can I be perfectly frank with you, Miss Sursok? Roselyn is a very good realtor, but she’s happier to allow me to be the face of the business.” Monica got up, sashayed over to the window and looked through it for a moment, knowing the agent was eyeing her and taking in her plentiful curves. “Also, she has… less of what sells than I do.”
Studying Monica’s legs and perfectly round rump, Tammin was getting the point. She swallowed as the gorgeous real estate agent turned around, headed back to the desk and sat down adding “Roselyn may have made some mistakes in her past, but that’s in the past.”
“I believe you didn’t know anything about it. But we have a former criminal linked to a deal involving a current criminal; if you can tell me where Roselyn lives, we’d be closer to….”
“Do you know for sure if she’s involved? All you can do is question her. Roselyn has done nothing since we began this agency except work hard…  before she left she closed deals for a family of five and a TV news reporter, and she was thorough with both of them.”
Tammin’s Spider-sense, had she had it, would have tingled. “Did you say a TV news reporter?”
“Yes. It was that young Italian blonde on Channel 7.” Monica let herself smile at that. “You should have seen our male employees when she came in…”
“Wait wait wait,” Tammin interrupted. “Italian? Was it Hayden Panettiere?”
“Indeed it was. She was here to arrange to buy a beachfront house; she’s always wanted to live by the sea.”
“Best place in the world for it,” Tammin said. “And Roselyn was the one who handled it?”
“Yes. They never actually met – one of the other agents met with her - but Roselyn insisted on locating the property herself. Hayden told us she was very satisfied with the business.”
Tammin was feeling a bit satisfied herself… so Hayden DID have some prior history with Roselyn. And they hadn’t exactly parted on bad terms. “Here’s my card, Miss Be- Monica. As soon as Roselyn returns, or if you have any more information for me, please get in touch with me and never mind what time it is.”
Monica reached over the table to accept it, enjoying Tammin’s eyes widening as she saw the inches of swelling Mediterranean melons. “I shall.”
“And… um… when this case is over…” the uncharacteristically flustered Fed started.
“You’d like to spend an evening with me,” Monica finished.
Tammin, wondering what the heck was up with her, nodded.
“You’re a very lovely young lady, Agent Sursok. Unfortunately, so is my wife.”
“Your… wife?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:12:40 AM

“We were one of the lucky couples who got in before Proposition 8. Ariana cherishes every moment we have together, and she’s also very, very jealous.” Monica smiled again. “I made the mistake of admitting I find Anne Hathaway sexy and she… is it ‘tore me a new one’?”
Tammin nodded, discreetly running her eyes down Monica Bellucci’s body as she thanked her for her time. Forbidden fruit in real life, but she knew who she was going to be thinking about tonight; Ariana was a very, very lucky girl as well as very, very jealous…
Jennifer saw the wistful/lustful look on Tammin’s face as she walked by. “Makes you melt inside, doesn’t she?” she said sympathetically. “I see that look a lot.”
“Does it help with sales?” the agent asked.
The blonde receptionist indicated the thriving surroundings and winked.
* * * * * * * * * *
“And you really think Bellucci had nothing to do with Roberts?” Jessica Biel asked.
“Definitely,” Tammin told her. “I don’t know about her partner’s ‘off sick’ excuse though. “
“Yeah, it’s a pretty convenient sickness. At least we know Sanchez and Little Miss Hayden have a link, so that’s something to build on… not a bad job, BJ.”
“Thanks, Miss Biel,” Tammin said, rising.
“That’s DIRECTOR Biel to you,” she replied with a chuckle as Agent Sursok went back to her cubicle. She had a report to type and things to think over (not Bellucci things, not mainly anyway).
She also had a phone to answer; it began ringing just as she got to her desk.
“Sursok,” Tammin said on answering.
“Agent Sursok, this is Andrea Datzman from Verizon’s records department; you made a request yesterday for information regarding calls received by Hayden Panettiere that morning… “
“That’s correct,” replied the young Fed, sitting and tapping her feet.
“We have the information here for you; you people must be very thorough to call for it twice.”
“That we are, and thank you for getting back to me.”
“At 8:35 she got a call from Lesley Panettiere lasting 5:22…”
“Uh-huh.”
“…and at 10:43 yesterday she received a call from a number we have registered to Ashley Benson.”
Tammin’s foot stopped. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Can you send me a file of those records?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:13:37 AM

“Certainly; as soon as you give me your address they’ll be sent encrypted.”
“We could do with more like you around here,” Tammin said before she gave her address, thanked Miss Datzman and hung up. Returning to typing up her report on the meeting with Monica, the words didn’t stop flowing – but her mind was diverted in another direction.
Troian had told her colleagues Ashley had called Hayden; their own search had suggested it was Rhona Mitra; and now she was hearing it was Ashley. So either there was a screwup on Verizon’s end… or on this one. And even though she wasn’t the biggest fan of the big V, she wasn’t that convinced that they could get two reports on the same person wrong – especially when the reports differed about one number but were right about the other.
Tapping against her desk, she did a quick online search and dialled the number she was looking for.
“Hi, this is Tammin Sursok , FBI,” she said with a big grin (she never got over the buzz she got from saying that). “Can I speak to Troian Bellisario, please?... Uh-huh… Well, is there any way I can contact her? We have to get hold of her – it’s very important…”
Shit. She hadn’t shown up for work that morning. But as she hung up she had a feeling they’d have a very interesting conversation if they ever met.
Beverley Mitchell coughed behind her. Sighing and putting the search for Troian’s home number and address on the back burner, Tammin rose and headed for the kitchen.
* * * * * * * * * *
The Chevy roared off the Golden Gate Bridge and entered Marin County, California, Megan Fox thrilling at the chance to roar along the Pacific Coast Highway once more. She’d only had the chance to run this famous road twice in her life, and this was only the northern bit of it, but it was still glorious to drive. They’d entered Marin County now, leaving the city behind, and were taking Shoreline Highway north, allowing Megan to enjoy testing her skills at the winding, two-lane road as it went through the Marin Hills. Handling the tight turns in a car that, while not exactly sporty, still had some power in its engine, was something Megan lived for.
Of course, things weren’t perfect. She had three passengers in the car, and that added a lot of weight to the car, even if none of them could weigh much over 100, maybe 110 pounds apiece. Little Lucy might not even weigh that, Megan mused, thinking back to the fun they had last night in the changing rooms. Still, Lucy had to stay tied up, her hands tied in front of her and attached to a loose rope that led to the back of the right seat, where she couldn’t bother the driver. Grace was sitting next to her in the back, ostensibly to keep an eye on the hostage, but had her nose in her cellphone, texting or IMing or web surfing or something. Lucy could probably slip out of her ties and clock Grace over the head with a tire iron before the computer geek noticed.
Blake wasn’t much help, either. She’d started off nervous as all get out; sitting next to Megan in the front, she’d thrown on the largest pair of sunglasses Megan had ever seen, and tried to stay down out of sight as they left San Fran. Now, however, she seemed to have relaxed too much, rolling down her window and sticking her long, shapely legs out the window, her short dress not fluttering about and giving Megan panty shots by sheer luck. Megan considered that fortunate, because she was having trouble keeping her eyes on the road just with Blake’s legs out there like that. If she could suddenly see Blake’s promised land, Megan could easily drive off one of these roads.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:15:09 AM

“Cops finally hit the hideout,” Grace said suddenly.
“Huh?” Megan asked over her shoulder, taking the Cavalier around a sharp left that nearly sent the car up onto two wheels.
“Do you HAVE to do that?” Blake asked, glaring at Megan over her giant sunglasses. “I’d like to feel like I’m not going to fly out the window every quarter mile.”
“Then keep your hands and FEET inside the ride, Blondie,” Megan said, her eyes traveling up Blake’s legs despite her best effort. “I don’t do slow.”
“So, how long until we get to Canada?” Blake asked, not moving her legs one bit.
“We won’t get there today, even with me driving. We oughta hit Grants Pass about bed time, then hop on 5 tomorrow and ride that sucker all the way to the Great White North. We’ll be seeing Beavers and friendly soccer moms by afternoon, tomorrow, so long as we don’t sleep in.”
“Fantastic. I should’ve brought a magazine or six,” Blake grumbled.
“You can always get out and try your hand at hitchhiking,” Megan muttered.
“With Blake‘s legs and tits?” Grace snorted. “She’ll get picked up in ten seconds flat.”
“I’d consider that a long wait. Last time I hitchhiked anywhere, first car I saw stopped for me, and I didn’t even have to blow the guy,” Blake bragged.
“Last time I hitchhiked, I ended up stealing the guy’s car AND his girlfriend,” Megan said. “She liked the leather look.”
“I’ve never hitchhiked,” Grace said.
“What about you, Teach?” Blake asked over her shoulder. “You ever stuck your sweet little thumb out and get picked up by someone?”
“No,” Lucy said quietly.
“C’mon, Pretty Little Lucy,” Blake said. “You’re with us for the long haul, you might as well be friendly. Be nice to have someone in the car to talk to who isn’t pussy obsessed.”
“I’m not pussy obsessed,” Megan said. “I swing both ways.”
“Yeah, yeah, I was there in that hotel room when you, me, and Jaime all got some relief,” Blake said, “But that didn’t stop you from taking our little hostage last night, did it?”
Megan didn’t say anything.
“Did you enjoy it?” Grace asked, looking at Lucy.
“W-what?” Lucy asked.
“The sex you had with Megan? Was it good.”
“Leave her alone, Grace.”
“I’m just curious,” Grace said. “I mean, I’m going to want to get some on this road trip, and with Blake unwilling to let me hump her all night long-”
“Never in a million years,” Blake grumbled.
“-that just leaves you or our hostage,” Grace said.
“I’ll do you if you want, Grace, but I’m kinda busy driving right now.”
“What do you say, Lucy?” Grace asked. “Did you enjoy Megan, or should I just cut my losses and have you right here in the back seat?”
“Grace, don’t tease the hostage,” Blake said over her shoulder.
“Aww, come on, Megan got to have her, and I’m bored.”
“How can you be bored with your phone and your laptop and all that crap?” Blake asked.
“Okay, I’m not bored, I’m horny, and Megan’s busy. So unless you want to come back her and tip my velvet-”
“Ewww, no!” Blake said. “I don’t even know what that means and I don’t want to do it.”
“Then I’m going to have a slice of our lingerie-clad hostage,” Grace said, reaching over and cupping one of Lucy’s lace and mesh-covered tits.
“Hey, Pretty Little Lucy - you okay with this?” Megan asked, glaring back through the rear-view mirror.”
“Uh, I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Lucy said as Grace’s mouth fell upon her exposed cleavage.
“Grace, don’t hurt her!” Megan snapped.
“Oh come on!” Blake said. “You’re going to let her do the hostage right there in the back seat?!”
“You don’t like it? Get out and walk to Canada,” Megan snarled. “Grace! Did you hear me?”
“Yes, yes, don’t hurt the pretty little one. Will do. Any screams she makes will be screams of pleasure.”
Lucy’s hands and legs were still tied, so there wasn’t much the smallest girl in the car could do but sit there and take it. Not that she really minded - Grace’s hands and lips were going to all her most sensitive places, but were doing nothing but making Lucy feel wonderful in the process. Grace caressed Lucy’s breasts and crotch, and kissed her neck and cleavage, all while pressing her own body atop Lucy’s.
“Hey, keep outa the rearview mirror,” Megan warned.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:16:26 AM

“Sorry,” Grace said, her tone making it clear she didn’t care. Instead, she pulled the straps of Lucy’s teddy down until one of the young teacher’s succulent little nipples came into view. To the surprise of both Blake and Megan, Lucy actually moaned at the sensation of Grace’s lips upon her breast. “See?” Grace added. “She likes it.”
“I - uh, I-” Lucy stammered.
“Shush, hostage. Don’t talk, just moan,” Grace said, sucking Lucy’s nipple back into her mouth.
So for the next ten miles, the car was silent, save for the moans of the girls in back. Megan tried hard to keep her eyes on the road, but every now and then her gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, where she’d catch a particularly arousing sight - a topless Lucy Hale, a bottomless Grace Park. At one point she got an eyeful of the two French kissing, and another time she managed to spot Lucy using that experience to tongue Grace’s pussy.
“Megan? Going kinda fast, aren’t we?” Blake asked, breaking the spell the rearview mirror had on Megan’s mind. The driver pulled her attention back onto the road just in time to keep the Chevy from flying off the road on a nasty left curve.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuckfuckFUCK!” Grace called out.
“I think we could use some music,” Blake said, reaching for the radio.
“Harder!” Grace cried as Blake flipped the switch, bringing some much needed “Misery Business” from Paramore to the car’s interior.
“This work for you?” Blake asked.
“If it’s loud enough to drown them out, anything’ll work,” Megan said, fighting to keep her eyes from the rearview. 
“OhFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!” Hayley Williams and the rest managed to out-howl Grace, but not by much. Megan wondered how someone like Lucy could make the hacker scream like that -NO! She had to keep her mind on the road and away from the two ladies in the back. And from the leggy blonde next to her who was still letting her stems dangle out of the window. Asshole and lousy fuck though he may have been, she had never had these problems with Bago…
“Want me to drive until they’re done?” Blake suggested.
With a huge grin, Megan brought the car to a stop FAST.
* * * * * * * * *
“Hope you enjoyed the show,” Grace panted about fifteen minutes later.
“You sure did,” Megan replied, feeling a lot better. Blake was no Michael Schumacher behind the wheel - or Megan Fox - but she wasn’t a real slouch either. Also, Megan could have used a break from driving anyway, and seeing a glistening hostage and a steaming computer whiz with hardly anything on was a relaxant if ever there was one. And Lucy didn’t look particularly upset either; she would have had her arms around Grace if things had been different.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:18:31 AM

“Think you could get something bigger for the rest of the trip?” the blonde asked, her eyes gleaming as she saw something approaching them – it had been a quiet one so far; not much traffic, and what there was hadn’t been that inviting… but there it was. A bus.
“You’ll take whatever I can get, okay?” Megan told her as the bus came closer.
“You mean you’ll take what you can get, right?” Grace grinned, stroking Lucy’s chest. “Blake, I think Foxy needs to work something off with our friend here…”
“It’s my turn,” Blake interrupted.
Grace’s eyes lit up and Megan’s eyebrows raised.
“Not YOU. Hold on to this for a second, could you?” she told Megan, indicating the wheel before she levered herself out the window, hair blowing in the breeze as she faced the oncoming Greyhound.
Megan and Grace fixed their eyes on Blake’s dress-covered ass by the window frame before the brunette snapped herself out, reaching across for the wheel before the car lost control and glad that Blake hadn’t been wearing shorts.
“HEY GUYS!!!!” Blake shouted to the passengers, and lifted her shirt over her head. As the car passed the bus, all the people on the side facing the car instantly got a rise in spirits as they were treated to Blake’s excellent breasts, the blonde enjoying the wind rushing over her nipples. She was especially delighted to see several young boys looking as if they’d gotten a Christmas gift months early.

“DAMMIT!” Grace shouted in the car, realising what she was missing.
All too soon, the bus had passed. With a big smile and replacing the shirt, Blake put herself back inside the car and took back the wheel. “That was fun,” she smiled at Megan before looking in the back seat.
“Awww, did little Grace miss her chance?”
Grace let her eyes do the talking.
* * * * * * * * *
That wasn’t the only thing that miffed Grace about an hour later as she headed back to the car with the takeout she’d managed to get with some of the non-stolen cash they had; Megan may have drawn Lucy out of her closet… SHELL a little, but when Grace had suggested the hostage try putting those pouty lips on her back door Lucy’s eyes had gotten even bigger and her nose wrinkled as she squealed “NO! WAY!”
“C’mon, you might like it… I could do it to you first…” the hacker had suggested.
“No… it just seems gross. Even with guys.”
“Man ass, duh! But-“

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:19:54 AM

“You do that to me and I’ll scream right here, right now,” Lucy had parried, checkmating Grace; there was no guarantee someone passing wouldn’t hear, notice and take down the car number. Of course, she could just wait until they settled down for the night somewhere remote, but rape just wasn’t her style – she was glad for Lucy’s (and the rest’s) sake they weren’t with Jaime. If she’d been a religious type, she’d have said a little prayer for that reporter…
Getting to the car, Grace was about to get in the front seat next to Blake before she saw Lucy sitting there, still tied up but used to it by now.
“Thanks a bunch,” Blake said, taking the bags. “Once I’ve eaten and fed the hostage we’re out of here…”
“Why’s she up here?” Grace asked, before she felt a light pinch on her ass.
“Act of charity, Gracie,” Megan explained, pulling her arm back through a window in the back.  “Friends don’t let friends drive without their asses getting eaten.”
“So Blake isn’t my friend?” Grace laughed.
Keeping her mouth diplomatically shut, Blake took out a box of popcorn chicken and started popping them into the teacher’s mouth while Grace eagerly got into the back seat.
“Thanks for dropping the ‘Nerd Girl’ thing,” she laughed, folding Megan into her arms as the designated driver pulled her shirt off, showing Grace her lovely chest. Thank goodness she hadn’t covered them with any tattoos. Yet.
“So when are we dumping this one, Megan?  We’re not taking her all the way to Canada… how’s she gonna get back home?” Blake asked, seeing Lucy’s eyes light up in gratitude as she kept up the feeding.

“Drop her off when we leave Sonoma County,” Megan panted between kisses. “Dinner time we get to a restaurant, leave this in a parking lot, get one of the cars there and keep going to the line and its nice knowing you and keep your mouth shut, teach…”
“I will,” Lucy mumbled through the food.
“You’re a teacher! Set an example for the kids, don’t talk with your mouth full…” Blake chuckled, starting to eat herself.
As did Grace, who had gotten Megan face down on the back seat. It was a little tight, but with some body manoeuvres that would have made a contortionist jealous, she had managed to get her face right where she wanted it; with Megan Fox’s round, taut ass in front of it. “Do me a favour and never get this marked up…” she whispered, pressing her thumbs into it.
“Wasn’t planning to…” Megan moaned, feeling Grace’s tongue slipping into the crack and the hole at the bottom of it, with her fingers stroking the driver’s thighs. The only trouble was that with Megan face down she couldn’t give Grace Park’s pussy, placed tantalisingly close to her head, a tongue-lashing. Still, ATM was ATM…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:20:55 AM

Their bodies occasionally hit the two front seats, but both Blake and Lucy ignored the sounds and motions behind them, concentrating on finishing their food; Lucy was thinking about who she’d ring the second they let her go, Blake was preparing herself for some time in the next few days – she’d be happy to get them a ride in exchange for helping a guy out. Besides, even if the guy had a one-inch dick it would at least BE a dick.
“Relax, Lucy; it’ll be over soon,” Blake assured her, putting Megan’s and Grace’s food on the floor as she started the car. If it was cold by the time they were ready, that was their problem.
* * * * * * * * *
The sun was pretty low in the sky and the car was pretty low on gas when Blake pulled into the parking lot of R&D’s Place. “See anything you like?” she asked Megan as the car stopped.
In the back seat Grace opened her mouth, and was silenced by the blonde rapidly whipping her head round to glare at her. Megan, meanwhile, gave the lot the onceover…  the pickings weren’t bad. Especially the Aygo parked a few spots away – there was a Land Cruiser as well but the Aygo was less conspicuous.  Megan eyed the Ford Focus close by as an alternate; if one was gone when they came out, it would have to be the other. If they were both gone… hey, cross that bridge.
“Pity we can’t leave her here,” Grace mused as she undid Lucy’s bonds. “You’re not gonna run, are you?”
“I’ll get her if she does,” Blake promised.
“With those legs, I’d bet on it,” Grace cracked.
Lucy didn’t say anything as she got out with the others and headed to the doors, because she knew they had a point. She also kept silent when they entered the restaurant, walking in casually as one, and everyone - customers and staff alike – turned to check them out. All of them. Even Lucy, who couldn’t keep from giving a little gasp at the reaction; she’d never gotten such a mass checking-out before. Even the female bartender was looking at them.
“What? You’re hot,” Megan assured Lucy under her breath as they strode to the nearest table.
“Damn, taken,” one man grumbled, spotting Grace’s hand lingering on Lucy’s ass as they passed. “The blonde might be free…”
“I won’t tell your wife if you don’t,” his friend laughed.
“Welcome to R&D’s, you lovely ladies,” said the waiter who arrived as soon as they seated, Blake looking around the place and nodding – so much better than the San Francisco dive. “You got here just before the rush, perfect timing… what can I do for you?”

“Anything you like, Chuck,” Blake cooed, spotting his nameplate. “Is the food as good as you look?”
“It’s better, ma’am, and thank you.”
“Call me Bridget. You go ahead and order, Lena,” she added, giving Lucy a gentle tap under the table to indicate she meant her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:22:12 AM

“I’ll just have some salad,” Lucy said.
“Gone off meat too, huh?” Grace laughed. “I’ll have the grilled sole with fries.”
“Steak and roast potatoes,” Megan chipped in, rolling her eyes.
“Same here,” Blake said, as every man in the place got the innuendo and thanked their deity of choice.
* * * * * * * * *
“Miss?”
Perfect timing; if there was one area Blake Lively and Grace Park saw eye to eye on, it was that they hated being interrupted during meals. Swallowing the last of her fish, the hacker sat back and let out a tiny burp before glancing up and smiling – it was the place’s waitress.
“Hi, Jennifer,” Grace said, doing the nameplate thing. “Great food.”
“Pleased to be of service,” the dark-skinned young woman replied. “Chuck’s shift ended, so I’ll take care of the rest of your meal…”
“No, actually we should be going,” Megan replied, pretending she wasn’t checking out Jennifer’s body.
“I got this,” Blake said. “Do you take cards?”
“Cash only, I’m afraid.”
“It was worth a try…”
“Oh, by the way, is that blue-green Chevy out there yours?”
All four ladies started. “Yeah… why?” Megan asked.
“We’ve had a little trouble with vandals,” Jennifer explained. “People breaking into cars and so forth – I saw someone hanging around it a few moments ago...”
This was not good. And from where they were sitting they couldn’t see it outside. And to make matters worse, they’d have to leave in the same damn car – still, it wasn’t like they still couldn’t lose their ride somewhere else.
“Here you go, ma’am,” Blake said briskly, giving Jennifer the rest of her money. “Keep the change…”
“Why, thank you!” But Jennifer’s words fell on deaf and rapidly leaving ears.
“ALL of it?!?” Megan spluttered, glaring at Blake as they headed out as rapid-casual as they dared. “What are we going to do for the rest of the trip?”
“That might not be a problem,” Lucy told her.
“What the hell are you talking ab…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:23:24 AM

Megan’s voice tailed off as she saw what Lucy meant. There was the Chevy, untouched by vandals but with someone hanging around it… four someones, in fact. Two for each of the police cars near it. And each one with a gun aimed right at them.
“I saw your picture, you blonde bitch!” the bartender shouted from behind them.
Said blonde bitch glanced back to glare at the bartender, standing in the doorway with the waitress.
“You were the only one they got something on from that big bank robbery – I *knew* I recognised you from somewhere… the cops told Jenny here to get you to come outside…”
“Told you; always had bad luck with women,” Blake whispered.
“Let the hostage go and raise your hands,” one of the cops… who were indeed all women… ordered them, and Lucy broke into a run towards the cops as if she hadn’t enjoyed being fucked by three of her captors. Which she would never admit she had, except in her dreams.
Reaching for the sky, Grace, Megan AND Blake moaned “Oh, crap.”
* * * * * * * * *
In between catching up on paperwork, keeping tabs on other cases and – sigh – making coffee and even going out for some donuts because Billings down the hall had run out, Tammin had almost gotten blisters on her feet from all the running around she was doing. The fact that her mind kept returning to R.M. Housing, and its gorgeous boss, didn’t help; the young agent persuaded herself that it was all professional, but her moistened panties kept telling her a different story. The beautiful receptionist wasn’t calming her down either, but maybe her e-mails would…
The phone went on, and as she answered Tammin shoved Monica Bellucci’s curves as far to the back of her mind as she could. “Sursok?”
“Hi! It’s Andrea Datzman from Verizon… you asked us for details on Ashley Benson and Troian Bellisario – covering the same period as Hayden Panettiere, I understand...”
“Shoot.”
“Troian used her phone to send two text messages to Hayden, one at 11:54AM and another at 7:38PM. No replies, and nothing from Hayden to her or anyone since then.”
“And Ashley Benson?”
“Well, this morning at 8:13AM she received a message from a number we have registered to Rhona Mitra.”
Tammin came very close to dropping the phone; there could have been an earthquake and she wouldn’t have felt more unsteady. “Did you say Rhona Mitra?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s only in Ashley Benson’s records? Not Hayden’s? Not Troian’s?”
“Not in either of them.”
Tammin’s head was swimming. There was no way they could know what any of the messages said, of course, so they could all just be shooting the breeze… but…

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:24:16 AM

“The details have been sent to your address, Agent Sursok,” Miss Datzman continued. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“If this pans out, we’ll certainly be in touch again. Thank you VERY much…”
“Not at all. Bye.”
“Goodbye.” Tammin hung up, turning it over in her head before getting up to head to Jessica’s office. They were definitely starting to get somewhere…
* * * * * * * * * *
Olivia Wilde always got a little thrill out of telling people she worked for Global Financial Bank, even though a) it was a bank and not a huge multinational conglomerate, and b) she was in customer services. “Not THAT kind,” she had had to tell guys in bars on more than one occasion, wishing that they’d thought up another name.
The gorgeous black-haired woman with the piercing blue eyes had more prosaic matters on her plate this morning, as she bid a worried chequing customer goodbye and turned her mind to the next person. Though this one, a very pretty girl some years younger than her, looked less like she was climbing the walls than the other one, Olivia could still tell she had something to get off her chest.
“So, miss, what can we do for you at Global?” she asked cheerfully.
The young blonde gave Olivia a half-smile. “It’s kind of funny – not the kind of thing you’d expect to bring up…”
“We can clear it up whatever it is.”

“It’s my account,” the blonde continued. “I went to make a withdrawal last night because I had to pick up a few things, and…”
“And it was overdrawn?”
“Not at all. In fact, there was like…” The blonde looked around nervously before taking a balance slip out of her bag and handing it to Olivia. “That much.”
Olivia studied it and whistled. “Eight hundred thousand? How is that a problem, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I make a decent living, but I know I haven’t got that much saved up. My last balance was about… hang on, I’ve got a statement here…  just around $11000. Here, have a look.”
Olivia looked at it. “And you haven’t made any…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:25:16 AM

“I know I’m a blonde but I’m not stupid!” she snapped, before recovering herself. “Sorry, sorry… I know you’re just trying to help. I just want to get MY money, no one else’s.”
Olivia nodded. “Well, I will have a look into this for you and as soon as we can get it cleared up we’ll let you know. In the meantime, stick with what you’ve got and thank you for letting us know.”
“I will,” said Jennifer Lawrence. “And thank you.”
* * * * * * * * *
Shay Mitchell was not a happy bunny.
First of all, it was her turn to drive and she was always a little nervous behind the wheel. Second, they had put a lot of distance between themselves and San Francisco but there was a long way to go before they hit the Nevada border; they’d made it to Contra Costa County, but it would be time for them to stop before long and either put some more gas in this thing or dump it. Third was the idea of going through Nevada; Shay’s family had had a rough time with some very nasty types in that state, and anyone spotted there was fair game. 
Fourth, Ford Escorts didn’t have as much space as she’d hoped. And since JoAnna Garcia was the hostage, she got to lie down and stretch while Shay put the driver’s seat back as far as she could.
“You CAN go a little faster, you know,” Emma Roberts urged her.
“And get the eye of the cops?”
“You see any around here? C’mon, live a little…”
Shay had to admit it was pretty open and suburban where they were, but the whole point of cops and speedtraps was that they were hidden.
“If I speed it up, can you promise me something?”
“Anything for you, my sweet,” Emma cooed, batting her eyelashes.
“One, don’t do that again,” Shay laughed. “It’s embarrassing. Two, can we change direction before the border? It’s not safe for me in Nevada.”
“And where would it be safe for either of us?” the safecracker pointed out.
Shay let that sink in as the wagon kept going, the turf becoming more town-like and justifying her keeping the speed down.
“Um… guys?” JoAnna piped up. “I gotta go.”
“AGAIN?!?” Emma and Shay asked.
“But you just went an hour ago!” Emma added.
“I was very thirsty and I got the worst bladder on the West Coast, okay?” the redhead argued. “I promise I’m not gonna run off – just find somewhere…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:25:59 AM

“We’re not stopping till it’s lunchtime,” Shay told her.
“Please…” JoAnna begged. “I don’t know how long I can hold it for. You want the money to smell like… you know?”
The two robbers glanced at each other; Shay pulled the wagon into a side street, where there were a couple of trashcans. “Can you make it fast?” she pleaded.
JoAnna indicated her bound legs, and Emma started to undo them.
* * * * * * * * *
“This is where I came in,” JoAnna said ruefully as Shay re-tied her bonds with Emma behind the wheel.
“It’s only until the state line,” the dusky criminal told her.
JoAnna nodded.  “At least I know you’re telling the truth this time... or are you telling the truth?”
“I lied to you before because I had to. Because Rhona wouldn’t make our lives worth living if we didn’t.”
“Who’s Rhona?”
“She’s the reason we’re in this in the first place,” Emma said bitterly, gritting her teeth as they came to a stop sign.  “She called us together and hung our asses out to dry.”
“She sounds like a… a…”
“The word you’re looking for is ‘bitch,’” Shay told her. “Your mouth won’t look any less sweet if the odd bad word comes out.”
JoAnna blushed and Shay smiled; she was getting on to something there. The hostage saw the look in Shay’s eyes and immediately got the right idea. It was that time in the bank all over again, and as the car started up this time she was in no position to push her away.
“Look… you’re a lovely girl, and I really would have gone down to the vault instead of you, but I was drunk that night in college…”
“Did you hate it that time?”
“I was young, I was out of it…”
“But did you hate it?”
JoAnna looked into Shay’s big brown eyes, and shook her head.
“Keep looking at me and tell me you haven’t once thought about me the way… the way I’ve thought about you. Tell me, and I’ll never bother you again.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:27:09 AM

JoAnna opened her mouth to tell Shay, and paused. She let her eyes go down Shay’s long, beautiful body and back up again, and tried to tell herself that if her hands were free they’d be going for the door. She really did.
Instead she leaned in towards Shay and kissed her right on the lips, their tongues intertwining. Shay’s fingers went for the ropes again, undoing the ones around her hands quickly before she broke off and slid down JoAnna, rapidly removing the cords on her feet. Her hands moved up the teller’s legs, moving under her dress and gripping the panties.
“I am so glad you don’t have a cock this time…” JoAnna gasped as Shay pulled the panties down and lifted the teller’s dress up, exposing her beautiful legs and nice, trimmed box.
“Come again?” Shay asked.
“I’ll tell you later…” she groaned, shoving Shay’s head down.
“Hate to interrupt, but we’re out of gas,” Emma told them, thanking the heavens as she drove it into an alley. “Can you two hold off until I can get another…”
The sounds of JoAnna Garcia gasping and Shay Mitchell lapping away gave her her answer as she got out of the car. Having twice fucked Shay, she had a feeling they’d still be at it when she got back even if she took more time than they had… Emma reached under her shirt and unclasped her bra. She wasn’t comfortable stealing a car in broad daylight AND fully dressed, but if needs must. Plus her little boob-supporter (like she needed it with her perky upper set) was a tool for this job.
While Emma tore away at the fabric, Shay was tearing away at JoAnna’s clothes; they flew off her as her mouth munched and licked on the woman’s snatch. JoAnna’s pussy was soaking – Shay’s tongue could have stayed inside her forever, teasing her and doing her level best to turn her. Shay’s long fingers were soon roaming her colleague’s breasts; the redhead was on the verge of screaming from her friend’s touch.
“Donnnnnt….” JoAnna moaned as she felt Shay’s tongue move away from her snatch and her head move back up. Soon her friend’s lovely face was nestled on JoAnna’s breasts, suckling on each glass-cutter nipple; JoAnna’s hands, finally free, slid around and down the fake teller’s body, cupping a soft female ass for the first time since college. She stroked Shay’s round, smooth cheeks and kissed the top of the darker girl’s head, pressing a finger into Shay’s asshole.
With Shay’s larger breasts resting on JoAnna’s, the two kissed again, Shay rubbing her friend with her legs. “Shay… this is gonna sound weird, but… I really want to… to…”
“You want to eat my ass?” the girl replied knowingly.
“Jason keeps asking me to,” JoAnna said, in between kissing Shay’s tits, “but he’s too hairy and I never really wanted to anyway. But you… every time you walked away from me at work…”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Shay answered, and turned herself around.
JoAnna kissed the small of Shay’s back and traced her fingers along her thighs before she clutched Shay’s ass. She never came as close to coming on the spot as she did when she placed her tongue on

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:28:34 AM

Shay Mitchell’s sexy little back door; she dabbed it and kissed it and probed it, her fingers fondling as much of her lover as she could. Shay’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed JoAnna’s mouth working that ass as if it was her cunt; she was trying to keep from orgasming right there but it was hard… if this really was the first time JoAnna Garcia had done this (and there was no reason to believe it wasn’t), she was a natural. JoAnna’s tongue was excavating her, cleaning her so thoroughly that Shay almost wished they didn’t have to let her go – she almost made Emma seem as if she hated doing it.
Their lovely bodies moved together in the back of the wagon, neither of them aware of the two boys in the building on their side who had a perfect view of the show they were putting on, and who had forgotten all about “Transformer Prime.” But not about the strange feelings they were having.
* * * * * * * * *
Abandoning the destroyed bra, Emma held the wire as she scanned the road. It had to be one of the cars out here because the longer she left them back there the more dangerous it was. Also, she wasn’t from around here and getting lost would be a killer…
YES! An actual station wagon. It looked like it had a few years on it, but it would be enough for them to get into the next county. Plus there’d be room for Shay to bang that hot teller if she ever broke her down… and for Emma to bang that hot teller WHEN Shay broke her down. Miss Roberts hadn’t missed the looks between them, and she knew it was just a matter of time.
First things first – Emma put the freed end of the wire into the lock, and a few moments later she was inside. She wasn’t as fast as stealing cars as Megan, but she knew how to work mechanisms just as much as the tattooed lady did; within seconds she was heading down the street in the wagon.
What was that old song the woman who’d taken her cherry kept playing while they fucked? It really fit right now – “Hold on,” Emma started singing. “I’m coming…”

* * * * * * * * * *
So was Shay; her hands were on the headrests of the front seats as JoAnna’s mouth moved from the other lady’s back entrance to the front.
For the second time in her life, her tongue entered another woman’s pussy – and JoAnna’s own exploded. Shay had tasted sweet in her dream, but this… oh boy, it was like ambrosia or something. As nice as sucking cock was, this was on a whole ‘nother level (JoAnna fleetingly wondered if Jason had ever gobbled another guy…  then she decided to never ask him. He’d never asked her if she’d done a girl, after all). JoAnna flicked and tasted every part of Shay’s garden, wanting to suck the gorgeous button until the end of time.
With her hands fondling Shay’s rack, it was hard to tell who felt happiest; Shay, JoAnna, or the two boys lost in their free show. For one, it was a doorway to a whole new world; for the other, it was confirmation that he NEVER wanted to see anything like the maagzines he’d found in his big brother’s room. Naked girls > naked men any day.
The woman next door could also see JoAnna Garcia and Shay Mitchell in the throes of passion; and she wasn’t so happy. She had been shocked, in fact. Shocked enough to ring up the police and tell

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 06:29:48 AM

them that there were two women fucking (not in those words) right out there in public and to get them out of her sight…
And had Emma Roberts known that the man who owned the station wagon had seen her leaving, and been lucky enough to accost a patrol car very shortly afterwards, she wouldn’t have been happy either.
Especially as she arrived with the wagon at EXACTLY the same time the first cops did.
The boys would never forgive the policemen for ruining everything. Ever.
* * * * * * * * *
“Beverley? Come in here, please.”
Jessica sat back after buzzing Miss Mitchell and counted off “One… two… three….”
Right on cue, Beverley entered. Closing the door, she began to unbutton her top.
“Not now,” the director told her, sounding less regretful than she felt. “This is work related. Tammin Sursok…”
“Who?”
Jessica sighed. “BJ believes it might be worth bringing in Troian Bellisario again for some more questioning.  I’m sure Bell would love another shot at her.”
“I saw her, and I just bet she would.”
“Anyway, send word out to all the relevant places. The sooner she comes in the better.”
“Can’t BJ just call her up at work?”
“She hasn’t shown up there for two days, and none of her colleagues have heard from her. Her family can’t put in a missing persons report yet, but that doesn’t mean the power of the Feds can’t look into it. We’ve got a picture of her from our meeting on Tuesday,” Jessica added, handing Beverly a printout. “Get on it, and when you get anything let me and BJ know.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Beverley said shyly, and curtseyed before leaving.
Jessica sat back in her chair and tapped the table top. She wouldn’t have minded another shot at Troian herself – she most definitely did NOT have a flat ass.
 * * * * * * * * *
Rhona Mitra always found it ironically amusing that while the big things went smoothly, the little things always hit a snag. The Union Bank robbery? All according to plan. Her deals with people in other countries? Right on target. But could she find a parking space in San Francisco when she needed it? No. Was her favourite newspaper out of stock? Indeed. And were her stockings running?
This was one of the few reasons Rhona was jealous of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. As she buzzed the door of her Twin Peaks mansion using the code to let those inside know it was her, she reflected on

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Rosie’s legs – long, slim and seemingly never in need of shaving. And she never wore tights. In fact, the girl was reluctant to wear much of anything; Rhona had had to gently remind her of this on more than one occasion.
“RHONI!” the frilly-bra-and-panties-wearing English blonde squealed on opening the door to her mistress. Rhona hated being called that, but Rosie was the only person who she allowed to do that. And it could have been worse; at least she didn’t call her “Rice-A-Roni.” (Usually.) Being a stunning blonde with bee-stung lips and a taut, tight, sylph-like body who left erections in her wake everywhere she went but who was Rhona’s alone certainly helped, but as she flung her arms around Rhona’s neck and kissed her, Miss Mitra knew there was something else in her favour.
Rosie wasn’t terribly bright, and she was one of the biggest sluts Rhona had ever met –boys, girls, cars, you name it she’d fuck it – but she was also unswervingly loyal. As Rhona wrapped her arms around Rosie and carried her through to the living room, she knew from experience that Rosie would do anything you asked her to do. Anything. And she had the cuts on her to prove it (Rhona wondered if she was getting soft in her old age – some of them were so big that she had even had Rosie operated on to heal them).
“Hard day today, Rhoni?” the blonde asked, kissing Rhona’s neck.
“Nothing I can’t handle, my dear.”
“But the way you keep talking about that Mr. DiBonaventura – I don’t see how you can work with someone like him.”
Rosie had been right. He HAD been hard to work with, until Rhona saw to it that he wasn’t around to work with any longer; but even though there was no real Mr. DiBonaventura any more it was in Rhona’s best interests that Rosie still thought there was, and that Rhona worked for him downtown. It was a very boring job, Miss Mitra had assured her, and nothing Rosie would want to take away from her time watching “Winx Club.”
“In this job market you have to take what you can get,” Rhona told her (instead of “Well, you see, grownups have to work for a living”).
“Would you like to watch me shower?” Rosie asked eagerly.
Rhona wanted to very much, but with the pressures of the day on her mind she had to relieve them anoher way. With moves coming from years of practice she grasped Rosie’s bra and undies, and tore them both off her friend with one yank – the lovely young blonde stood naked before the fully dressed brunette, who made no move to undress herself.
“There is something I want you to do, however. When we’re done here I’ll explain it to you.”
“Is it playtime again?” Rosie giggled.
“Got it in one,” Rhona smiled. Rosie always called her work playtime because she loved it, all of it, and that suited the boss just fine as long as it was done. And thicker than the La Brea tar pits though she may have been in most other areas, when it came to playtime she always got what she had to do.

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Running her fingers through Rosie’s long blonde hair before spreading them onto her heart-shaped ass, Rhona passionately kissed the girl whose playtime had killed eleven people and counting.
* * * * * * * * *
Kristen Bell prided herself on her swagger, her legs and her ass. But not enough that she didn’t give anything from a piercing look to a punch to any man (and she did mean MAN) who touched the latter without permission. That morning one of the interns had shown he was carrying bigger balls in his pants than his size suggested and patted her rump in passing; the guy with him, who’d tried it before and had never forgotten the withering look she’d given him, had looked as if he’d have dived under a table if there was room for one in the hallway.
But instead Kristen had just smiled at him and said “You get a pass today, kid,” finishing with a wink. She was in such a good mood that even guys taking liberties with her body couldn’t ruin it; word had gotten through to the FBI that three members of the Union Bank gang – an Asian babe, a girl with loads of tattoos and the hot leggy blonde – had been rounded up on Tuesday evening heading north with cash and hostage intact (said hostage, a cute little wide-eyed schoolteacher, had sung like a canary but had gone out of her way to let them know that none of them had hurt her. Especially the brunette driver, for some reason). All four of them were on their way back to the City by the Bay, and when the other robbers were nabbed it would be question time.
It was looking more like “when” than “if” because Director Biel had told her that yesterday two more of them - the foxy naked robber and the inside girl - had been found going east, and Kristen had to smile when she thought about the irony; the cutie who did all her jobs naked had gotten caught the first time she stole a car fully dressed. Their hostage, that redheaded teller, was intact but seemed pretty non-resentful of her captors… especially that phony teller called Shay Mitchell (part of the Mitchell family?). Kristen's, and the interrogating officers in Contra Costa's, favourite part of this whole thing so far had been hearing how the woman had seen Shay and the teller actually fucking in the car - that was some SERIOUS Stockholm Syndrome going on.
The descriptions the hostages had given the cops and FBI representatives on site of the other robbers suggested they were either dealing with Roselyn Sanchez or her never-mentioned and non-existent twin. Plus they were definitely heading south, and best of all every single one of the robbers had made sure to mention they’d been employed (or left with their asses hanging out, as a particularly bitter Megan Fox had put it) by Rhona Mitra. If that link checked out, they definitely had something to tie into her.
If it didn’t, then they still had the robbers. Kristen Bell felt either way it was going to be a good day.
* * * * * * * * *
“BJ?”
Tammin Sursok glanced up from her screen, relieved to get a break from typing out a long, long report. Even if it *was* to talk to Beverley Mitchell.
“Shoot.”
“The director wants you,” said Beverley.

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“What, not Jessica?” Tammin smiled. “Going through a rough patch?”
Even though it was common knowledge throughout the office that Jessica and Beverley were lovers, Miss Mitchell still let her eyes narrow a tiny little bit before heading back to work, letting Tammin head through to the inner sanctum and a cheerful looking director.
“Christmas is coming early around here, BJ,” Jessica announced.
“Yeah, the Union robbers getting caught; Kristen’s in such a good mood I hear she even let some intern touch her ass without punching him out. It’s like they’re just being given to us…”
“That, and a woman matching Troian Bellisario’s description was taken to San Francisco General Hospital on Tuesday night.”
Tammin swallowed. “Is she…?”
“No, thank goodness… looked like she’d taken on Kelly Kelly and the Bella Twins and lost, but she’s not in any great danger. Comatose but stable for the past couple of days – the doctors say she started showing signs of revival early this morning.”
“I’m on it,” Tammin said briskly.
“Funny thing though,” Jessica continued. “She was found not too far from where that sexy blonde reporter lives…”
“Well, she does live with Hayden Panettiere,” Tammin pointed out, “so –“
“Not her, the other one. Ashley Benson.”
“That IS a funny thing, isn’t it?” agreed Tammin as she walked out.
* * * * * * * * *
“SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! Fucking Governator couldn’t fix the damn roads?”
Roselyn Sanchez and Hayden Panettiere didn’t like the potholes on the road any more than Jaime Pressly did behind the wheel of the Infiniti FX the blonde had heisted to replace the Nissan, but they really wished Jaime would shut up about it. And that she’d shut up, period.
They’d been rubbing each other the wrong way practically the second they left San Francisco – or rather, Jaime had rubbed the other two the wrong way and vice versa; Hayden had flat out refused to eat the burgers Roselyn had bought due to her being a vegetarian, which to be honest miffed Jaime more than Roselyn. Then Roselyn wanted to put on some Mexican music, which Jaime had tried to switch over to a C&W station; after they reluctantly agreed to take Hayden’s suggestion to listen to each station for an hour at a time, teeth were being gritted all day on a rotating basis. On Friday it was Roselyn’s turn on teeth-grinding duty as Jaime sent the car through San Luis Obispo – Tim McGraw was SO not her thing, even if he did have a smoking hot wife (who musically sucked as well, but at least she had something going for her with the sound off).
“Maybe Hayden should get a shot?” she suggested.

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“Like hell! She bust into this trip, she don’t get a say! Got that, Fun Size?” Jaime cackled.
“What do you like listening to, anyway?” Roselyn asked. “Not country, I hope.”
“If I’m in the mood it’s okay,” Hayden said, lying down on the back seat. “Miranda Lambert is fun… and hot. But I really like soundtracks.”
“You mean like Celine Dion?”
“More like Trevor Rabin.”
“Holy shit! You like Yes too?” Jaime asked.
“Rabin does film scores now,” Hayden explained. ” I got a lot of stuff like that – him, John Debney, Christophe Beck, Randy Newman, David Newman, James Newton Howard, Mark Isham, Wendy and Lisa…”
“Do you have ‘The Bodyguard’? “ Roselyn asked. “I LOVE that one.”
Hayden made a gagging sound as Jaime, surprised to find herself mentally agreeing with Bridget the Midget for once, brought the car to a stop near a pretty dumpy motel. It didn’t look like the classiest place ever, but it also looked like the kind of place where few if any questions would be asked – and therefore ideal for them to spend the night.  And they could get a rest from the bumps.
If not from Hayden carrying the money. Again.
* * * * * * * * * *
“ ‘…hugs and kisses, Ashley Benson.’ There you go,” Ashley said warmly as she signed the escorting agent’s sheet and handed it to the young man. Professionals though they were (supposed to) be in the FBI, he wasn’t the only one there to have blown smoke up her nicely-shaped ass the second she arrived. Best lunch break since the last time Elizabeth Gillies visited; there wasn’t a person there, male or female, who wished that secretary hadn’t had to quit.
“Honestly, you should just do the news by yourself,” the lovestruck guy said, and almost squealed with joy when the reporter hugged him and gave him a kiss.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she laughed as the man knocked on the office door.
“Show her in!”
Ashley gave the man one last smile and didn’t miss his eyes lingering on her legs as she went in. She also didn’t miss Kristen Bell’s eyes lasering in on said stems, and mentally groaned – another freaking rug-muncher.
“Ashley Benson! Channel 7’s finest… “ the agent said, shaking Ashley’s hand. “To what do we owe this honour?”
“Well… I was a little nervous about coming in,” the reporter admitted, looking a little worried. “But with what’s happened over the past few days, I couldn’t keep quiet.”
“About what?”

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“About Hayden.”
Kristen went from being all eyes to all ears. “Go on.”
“She isn’t as sweet as she looks on TV…  that’s how I got this.” She showed Kristen her right hand; the gash she had gotten from the fracas at her place had been sewn up, and the stitches were still there. Kristen’s eyes widened and she winced.
“Little firecracker, is she?”
“She said it’d be worse if I spilled… but someone like her…”
“Spilled about what?”
Ashley looked nervous, as if someone was going to come out and tell her Hayden was listening. Then she set her face resolutely and faced Kristen.
“About the Torcoletti’s job.”
Fireworks of her own went off inside Kristen Bell’s head; those diamonds and some other gems had gone missing from that high-class place two years ago and had never been recovered – to this day she was convinced that the fallout from the robbery had cost her the promotion that went to that fucker Efron. And now Ashley was telling her someone they wanted to talk to about another robbery might have been involved…

“Go on,” she said.
“At the Christmas party last year I saw her flirting with her camerawoman… she had this opal brooch on her top. I swear that was at Torcoletti’s and it was way out of her price range.”
“How do you know?”
“I make a LOT more than she does.”
“Did it have some gold trim around the edges?”
“Yeah…”
Even though Ashley was wearing a top that gave viewers a sneak preview of her breasts, it was all about the information when Kristen leaned forward. “Tell me more,” the agent said, smelling blood.
* * * * * * * * *
Roselyn was thankful that it was only going to be a few more days until the border; as soon as they let the reporter go and they were in Mexico she could finally dump Jaime. She knew the longer she was away the more suspicious Monica would get, but there was nothing she could do about that.

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What she was really worried about was Alicia – calling her was something else that would have to wait until they were out of the country. She had nothing but sympathy for Hayden; someone else who couldn’t talk to the woman she loved.
Jaime was lucky; all she had to do was loudly scream at the contestants on “Jeopardy!” from her chair and hog the remote control. “IT’S ‘WHO’S TEDDY ROOSEVELT,’ JIZZSTAIN!!! Where’d they get these people anyway, someone let the spazzes out?”
“When this is over, think we could put it on another channel?” Hayden suggested from the floor.
“Listen, hobbit, you’re watching whatever the fuck *I* want to, got it? I got the remote, that gives me the power.”
Alex Trebek changed, all of a sudden, to Kevin James and Leah Remini – Roselyn had picked up the remote from next to Jaime and changed it.
“Now *I* have the power,” she smiled, clutching it tightly.
“You always gotta be in charge, don’t you? Can’t I watch what I want?”
“It’s always got to be you, isn’t it?” Roselyn replied as Jaime went for it. “Here, catch!”
She threw it down to Hayden, who was still tied up but was able to drop her body down onto it before Jaime could run to the remote, and pressed down hard. In any case, with two free hands Roselyn now had a tighter grip on the pissed-off Jaime.
“LET. GO.”
“What are you going to do, huh? It’s long past time someone taught you who’s the boss.”
“On this job? Fucking Rhona’s the boss!”
“No, *I’M* the boss, cracker!”
“You did NOT just call me that!”
“You had it coming, Saline Tits.”
Both women turned to look at Hayden – Roselyn with delight, Jaime with venom.
“I’ll deal with you later, Halfpint. I got someone who needs a lesson right here…”
Jaime tackled Roselyn, and the two robbers tumbled off the bed, tearing and kicking at each other as Hayden watched. Screw The King Of Queens, this was more fun…
Fabric was ripped and words were spat as the hatred that had been between the two ever since the job started came to the surface. As far as Roselyn was concerned, getting the now half-naked Jaime pinned to the floor was the highlight of the job so far.
As they fought and wrestled their way around the room - a feat in itself considering there was a bed and a bound hostage in there - the two career criminals exchanged cheap shots and dirty blows, neither girl quite gaining the upper hand. The moment that Jaime thought she had the advantage

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and moved to slam Roselyn's head into the wall, Hayden reached out with her bound legs, and tripped the blonde beserker. Jaime's arms flailed about as she fell, catching on the strap of her own bag, sending the contents spilling across the floor, sex toys and all.
Roselyn forcefully shoved Jamie onto the bed, but the shove wasn't enough to keep the southern blonde down. Roselyn jumped on Jaime almost instantly, but the blonde kicked her off with a suprising amount of force. Roselyn slammed against the wall and Jaime sprang to her feet, heading toward the fallen Latina.
"I am so gonna get you, bitch!" Jamie spat as she stalked toward her foe. Before she could reach back to kick Roselyn she slipped on one of the many sex toys sprawled on the floor and fell on her ass, her head going back and making a resounding SMACK on the floor.
Roselyn quickly grabbed Jaime and the dildo she slipped on, and threw her on the bed. As the blonde tried to get up on her knees, Roselyn slipped in behind her and shoved the fake, plastic rod deep into her unprotected slit.
“You deserve this, wackjob!” came Roselyn's voice as she pumped harder and harder against the struggling blonde. Jamie was thrashing, clawing and kicking, but Roselyn had her hand firmly on the back of her neck making escape virtually impossible.
“You are so going to get it, you Spanish whore!” Jamie shouted as Roselyn thrust harder into her colleague's ass, the comment clearly infuriating her.
“I’m – Puerto – RICAN!” the leader of the gang spat with each shove.
“Ain’t it… all the SAME?!?” Jaime yelled louder. She had a high pain threshold for sure, but even *she* didn’t like having things jammed up her ass without any lube, and Roselyn didn’t seem that bothered about having “forgotten” to put some on. With each thrust, the blonde was getting closer to creaming all over the carpet – the only mercy was that she couldn’t see the very satisfied look on Hayden’s face.
“Want this out?!?” Roselyn shouted.
“Huh?” Jaime asked in between gasps – as burning up as her asshole was, she had to imagine this Mexican spitfire knew how to wield it; plus if she had to have one of those other skanks on top of her it might as well be the boss.
“You want this OUT of you?”
“I want it up YOU, that’s what I want, wetback!”
“Sure…” Roselyn panted. “As soon as you suck it off.”
“WHAT?!?” Jaime spat. “I ain’t licking something up my own ass - SICKO!”
Hayden had to chuckle, and Roselyn let herself smile. Finally something she didn’t like doing…
“Too bad…” Roselyn got to see Jaime’s enhanced but still very, very nice body jiggling underneath her, trying hard to fight back and her ass thrashing about like a fish on dry land as the blonde finally

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gave in to Miss Sanchez’s grinding, spitting curses and threats as she orgasmed on the sheets. The screams seemed to go on forever, and Roselyn seemed to be pumping for slightly longer, but at last Jaime’s yells subsided.
Roselyn pulled it out and slowly ran it up the blonde’s back, patting Jaime’s cheeks. Not as nice as Blake’s or their hostage, but a nice ride. Resting the tip of the dildo on the blonde’s mouth and her free hand on her head, she pushed it inside. “Suck it, papita,” she whispered.
Scratch what she said earlier – the highpoint of this whole thing was seeing the exhausted and angry blonde actually closing her lips around the dildo and giving it a taste. She couldn’t be sure, but it looked to Roselyn as if Jaime was actually liking it a bit… should’ve known Jaime Pressly secretly liked the idea of eating her own ass.
“Since you like quoting films, here’s one from ‘Robocop’…”
Roselyn  pulled the dildo away from Jaime’s mouth and sent her to sleep with a lovely right cross.
“…’Okay, that’s enough.’ “
The gangleader then glanced at the bound Hayden. Just as her colleague hadn’t been satisfied with Lucy earlier, so the leader of the gang was ready for seconds; she could see from the look in the hostage’s eyes that she was about ready for some fun as well.
“You know, you could do with some time with someone who doesn’t have a history with you…” Hayden suggested teasingly.
“You have a girlfriend,” Roselyn pointed out.
“So do you,” the reporter replied. “That didn’t stop you just then.”
“Good point,” Roselyn conceded, eyeing the reporter’s small, juicy body.
Roselyn started towards Hayden to undo her bonds. Then she started towards the floor, helped by the sudden blow that landed on the back of her head; she landed a couple of feet away from the startled Hayden, who looked at the out-cold brunette and then up at Jaime, wielding the gun she’d hit her comrade with.
“Never could hit worth a damn, that one… remember I said I got three more bullets? Still got ‘em,” she growled. “You’re lucky I hate your guts or I’d make it slow...”
Hayden glanced towards the window; it was close, but Jaime was closer and even if she hadn’t been tied up there was no way she’d get to it in time. The reporter closed her eyes and waited, preparing for whatever was to come.
“Open your eyes, shorty,” Jaime hissed. “I want you to see what’s coming.”
“I’m going out on my own terms, Saline Tits,” Hayden said far more calmly than even she had imagined.

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Had a canister of tear gas not come smashing through the window at that very moment, those would have been her last words; Jaime’s instincts for survival instantly overrode her desire to kill the hostage as she looked towards the window, and then made for the door. Coughing, Hayden started to crawl towards the starting-to-revive Roselyn, not wanting to leave her here no matter what.
The masked cops bursting into the room shortly afterwards took all decisions out of their hands, disarming the furious Jaime and carrying all three outside to their transport.
“….ooohhh….” Roselyn moaned. “Wait… what’s going on…?”
Jaime wanted to know herself; she KNEW no one had seen her switch cars and they’d only used cash of the unstolen variety, and no names (no real ones). So how the hell had they tracked them down?
“My knights in shining armour,” Hayden smiled at Roselyn, before sneering at Jaime and facing the cops with her. “Thanks—“
“Drop the act, miss,” the police officer told her. “You’re under arrest too.”
Jaime’s eyes became saucers, Roselyn immediately shot to awareness, and Hayden suddenly felt like she was in a nightmare as all three women, on the same page for once, shouted “What the FUCK?!”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Hi, sir,” Tammin said to the man in reception at San Francisco General Hospital.
“Afternoon; what can I do for you?”
“Which ward is Troian Bellisario on?”
“I’m afraid visiting hours are—“
“This can’t wait,” she interrupted, showing him her FBI identity.
“Oh.”
She never got tired of how people’s demeanour changed when the badge came out.
The ride up to the fifth floor was delayed by people getting on and off on EVERY SINGLE FLOOR; Tammin’s foot almost tapped through the metal before it was her stop.  Keeping as calm as possible, she headed to the receiving nurse on that floor.
“Excuse me, ma’am – can you tell me which room Troian Bellisario’s in?”
“Miss, first of all visiting hours are—“
Again with the badge. “FBI Agent Tammin Sursok.”
The nurse nodded. “Even with that badge it wouldn’t do much good.”
“But I understand Troian’s awake – we really need to talk to her.”

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“So would HER FAMILY,” she said a bit testily. “They’ll have to wait until she comes out of her coma as well… she slipped back about an hour ago. Sorry you and your partner had a wasted journey…”
Tammin, already resigned to waiting, started. “My what?”
 “Your partner. She got here just before you did and wanted to know where she was – don’t you Feds keep in touch with each other? No wonder crime’s so high…”
“Wait wait wait… can you describe my ‘partner’?”
“Blonde, round-faced…”
It was a good thing she was in a hospital, because Tammin was suddenly feeling a little sick. “Kind of wide in the forehead, about yea high?” she continued, indicating the 5’2” mark.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Where’d she go?”
* * * * * * * * *
Tammin waited in the cubicle of the woman’s bathroom for the occupant to finish, glancing at her watch. The flushing finally came, accompanied by the door opening and the woman heading out – stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Tammin standing there.
“This is the first time I’m glad it takes years for you to piss, Beverley Mitchell.”
Beverley had actually been doing the other thing, but she was too busy staring at the agent to care. “Are you stalking me or something?” the secretary asked.
“Please - I have standards. And how come you’re here anyway? You’d have told Biel if you had a family emergency… why were you asking about Troian Bellisario?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything, BJ,” she said snootily and started to push by her.
Tammin grabbed her arm. Hard.
“BJ, if you don’t let me go right now I’m-“
“Listen, slut,” Tammin hissed. “I don’t care how many times you’ve been fucking the boss and I don’t care what you told the guy in reception, you are a damn SECRETARY and you’ve got some explaining to do.”
“Okay…” Beverley gulped as her free hand dipped into her coat pocket. “I’ll tell you. It’s…”
Beverley was pausing as if she was looking for words, and Tammin kept her eyes on her. All over her. Including on her right hand, which she saw out of the corner of her eye coming out of the pocket with something in it.
Tammin rapidly grabbed Beverley’s other hand as the secretary started to struggle – a few grunts later the agent slammed the hand onto the closed cubicle door, the hand holding a hypodermic needle, and hit it twice more to make Beverley let it go with a wail. But she still held on, fighting back and trying to force Tammin away.

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“This was for Troian?!” Tammin spat as Beverley clawed at her throat. “Who the fuck ARE you?!”
“Air bubbles and blood don’t mix,” the secretary sneered. “I thought I wouldn’t need it ‘cause she’s still out cold, but now…”
Beverley dragged back Tammin’s head and the sudden jerk caused the agent to involuntarily let go; immediately Beverley went for her with the needle. The two went down, with Beverley on top and bringing it down towards Tammin’s neck; the agent clutched Beverley’s hand just as the tip brushed her skin, and smashed both on the tiles – Beverley’s hand wasn’t broken, but the syringe was.
“Destroying evidence? Call yourself a Fed?” Beverley smirked as she slapped Tammin, before Miss Sursok’s fist hit her in the mouth.  She slipped back from the impact, as the enraged agent threw her off.
“I’m taking you IN---“ She fell back as Beverley kicked her in the stomach, leaving her down long enough for the secretary to get to her feet and run out, heading for the elevator. There were doctors and technicians through the corridor, all startled by Beverley running amongst them as she spotted the elevator doors opening.
“STOP HER!”
Crap on a crutch, Tammin was closer than she thought! Spotting the door to the stairway that went to the street, the secretary hurtled through it and thanked the fates for gravity (and for no one being able to take Tammin’s advice and STOP HER!). If/when word got through to the boss about this, it might be the last break she’d get for a long, long time. That kept her going as she ran onto the fourth floor. And the third.
And then a whole load of warm female agentry fell onto her from behind, causing them to tumble onto the second floor level. Beverley scratched and kicked Tammin, screaming “LET ME GO, YOU JUMPED-UP TEACHER’S PET!”
Tammin’s fingers were digging into her hard enough to draw blood, but that wasn’t what she wanted to do. Pressing down on Beverley and squashing her face onto the steps, Tammin grabbed the woman’s pants and dragged them down, exposing her silk undies. “You never got this when you were a kid, were you?”
“If that’s what you want, all you had to do was ask; we could have worked it out, huh BJ…” Beverley’s grumble turned into a scream as Tammin, ripping off her panties and revealing a fair amount of nicely-shaped rump through the tear, brought down a hand on her hard. This was not sexually intended at all.
“You’ve had this coming since day one, little suckup!” Tammin slapped Beverley’s ass again and again, wishing that her fingernails hadn’t been cut – driving a long one into the Mitchell butthole would really get the point across. Every slap stung, and every stinging made Beverley struggle more. As she wriggled under the agent, the pounding became even more forceful.

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“Too damn bad you’re so pretty,” the agent said grimly. “I could almost like this. And I would LOVE for you to go crying to Biel about this…”
Knowing that there was no way she could go crying to Biel about this without a lot of questions she couldn’t answer, Beverley stopped struggling as Tammin gave her deeply reddened ass one last, hard crack.
“You are a dead woman, BJ,” the secretary muttered. “You don’t know who you’re playing with.”
“My name is Tammin Pamela Sursok, and I know who I’m playing with,” Tammin replied as she got to her feet and took Beverley by an arm. “Someone who is never, EVER going to call me BJ again if she wants to breathe without help. And someone who is going to make her own fucking coffee from now on.”
* * * * * * * * *
“What happened to you?” Smythe asked on seeing Tammin when she returned to base.
“We got us a snake in the grass,” she told him. “She’s down in holding; I’ve got something to tell Biel she won’t want to hear.”
“Believe me, if it’s like what’s been happening here she definitely won’t want to hear it.”
“What do you mean?”
Smythe looked as if someone had stolen the Kate Upton pictures he had by his desk and replaced them with Snooki as a joke (again). “While you were out the systems got hit by some virus. Tech can’t understand it – the firewalls usually keep stuff that’s only just been developed out, that’s how updated ours are…”
“You’re kidding!”
“Yeah, Biel would be upset enough to fuck ME if her computer had been messed up… turned out hers is okay. So are most of the others – the damage seems to be mostly in where you are, BJ. Fingers crossed nothing bad’s… BJ?”
Tammin raced towards her cubicle, praying that what her mind was telling her was wrong as she logged in and checked her files.
“DAMMIT!”  Whatever had gotten onto the system had wiped out some of her music files, a few emails…
…and the information from Verizon.  Both the files in the emails and the copies she had made for her files on the investigation. Gone.  Tammin eyed the screen in disbelief, willing herself not to shout more.
Of course, even the most secure systems in the world could be broken into, and there was no way she could prove what she was thinking, but it was funny how they had been fine when she… and Beverley… had been here. Getting up to see her boss, she wondered how Jessica would react on hearing that Beverley Mitchell was cheating on all of them.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 08:26:30 AM

A couple of knocks on the door later, the director said “Yes?”
“Um… I found out something that I think you should know,” Tammin started as she came in. “It’s about—“
“Beverley, I know,” Jessica interrupted.
“I already told her when she took me from holding,” Beverley Mitchell explained, standing next to her boss and looking at her with what passed for pity. “We could have sorted it out…”
“Someone as promising as you lashing out against an underling… I have to admit it’s disappointing,” Jessica continued as Tammin tried to sort out what was happening. NOW she was a damn underling?
“I know you might feel a little underused here, but everybody has to go through the chrysalis stage… however, I also know these disputes can happen from time to time – petty jealousies and so on.  Beverley’s pleaded with me on your behalf, she hasn’t been seriously hurt, and I know you’re a talented operative, so I’ve agreed to give you a second chance. You are suspended from duty for a month, effective immediately. With pay, of course.”
Tammin heard everything, but didn’t believe it. Was she in some kind of alternate universe or something? Was Beverley Mitchell that good at giving head? All she could do was nod.
“I’ll show her out,” the secretary said cheerily.
Even though Tammin told her she could find her own way, Beverley still accompanied the young agent out of the office, all the way to the exit.
“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. Forgive and forget, right?”
“Maybe….” Tammin said slowly, still in a daze as she headed out. She couldn't believe that little teacher's pet had managed to spin it so that SHE was the good guy.
As Tammin stepped through the gate, Beverley rapidly shoved a hand up the back of her skirt, moving under the panties and grabbing plenty of the agent’s ass. The shocked and angry Tammin threw her a furious glare as she squeezed, made worse by the smirk on the secretary’s face as she pulled it out.
“I OWN that now, bitch,” she sneered. “See you in a month… BJ.”
* * * * * * * * *
Troian Bellisario should have been thanking the deities. She’d come out of her coma, and she was at home – she would still need a few more weeks recovery time but she was going to be fine. And her mother was visiting, vowing not to leave until her baby was in full working order.
The trouble was, she and her mother were watching Channel 7 News, as they had been doing every day for a week. And today was the day Mrs. Bellisario had been waiting for; she had a beatific smile on her face as the reports got under way.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 08:29:43 AM

“Oh, that George Blaine… I like him. He’s so trustworthy,” she sighed. “Not like that little tart Ashley Benson.”
“Mm-hmm,” Troian agreed, not looking forward to what was coming next.
“In our top story tonight,” Ashley started, “the eight women accused of carrying out last month’s robbery of the San Francisco Union Bank have been found guilty on all counts. In addition to the theft of over eight million dollars, the gang… which included former Channel 7 reporter Hayden Panettiere…” - Troian did not miss the little smirk Ashley allowed herself on the word “former”- “have been convicted on charges of destruction of property, the murder of customer Frank Sheene, six counts of vehicular manslaughter, five counts of car theft and the kidnapping of teacher Lucy Hale and bank teller JoAnna Garcia.”
“Also,“ George continued, “the individual members of the gang have each been tied to various other crimes unrelated to the robbery; Panettiere is scheduled to be tried separately for the Torcoletti’s robbery, in part due to the efforts of our own Ashley Benson, who identified the items found in her colleague’s desk as being part of the stolen jewels, in particular a gold-trimmed opal brooch.”
“Lying little slut,” Troian hissed.
“I never did like her,” her mother agreed. “You’re better off without her.”
“I was talking about Ashley Benson,” the bedridden brunette muttered.
“She and her partners will be sentenced next week,” George continued, “and prosecutors are expected to demand the maximum sentence, given the crimes and the backgrounds of all concerned, of life imprisonment.”
“Can you change the station, please?” Troian asked as the screen showed images of each member of the groups the press was dubbing The San Francisco Eight. Her mother obliged as a mugshot of Blake came up, flicking it over to a rerun of Grey’s Anatomy.
“Perfect timing – some sites have pictures of them all asking ‘Which One Of These Would You Do?’ I hear that leggy blonde and the driver are the faves…  it’s Foxy Knoxy all over again. At least there was only one of her… time I started making dinner anyway.” She patted her daughter as she got up. “You’ll find someone else. Someone who isn’t a thief and a liar.”
As she headed to the kitchen, Troian ignored the TV set and turned onto her side. She had already found someone who wasn’t a thief or a liar, and now Hayden was going to go to prison for something she didn’t even DO. Digging her fingers into her palms, Troian shook her head.
“I’m getting you out, baby girl,” Troian whispered, her eyes starting to dampen. “Come hell or high water, I’m getting you out.”
* * * * * * * * *
JoAnna Garcia was so glad to be at home; back in the arms of Jason, and away from those monsters.
And by monsters she meant the press – as soon as the cops had brought her back to San Francisco they’d been wanting to know if she’d been hurt, if it was true they were all lesbians and so on.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 08:34:18 AM

(JoAnna flatly refused to talk to any of them, saying she just wanted to leave it behind her, and Jason – bless him – had personally told the jackals outside their place that he’d give them an exclusive through their ears if they ever bothered her again).
“You could take some time off, you know,” he told her, stroking her hair. “You don’t have to go straight back to work like this…”
“I want to get back to normal,” she replied. “It’s the best way to deal with this. For me, I mean… I don’t know about Lucy.”
“Well, different strokes…  JoAnna, did they…  try anything? I know one of them was hot for that teacher they took with you, but did they…?”
“No,” she said truthfully. “Not a thing.”
“Good,” he said, kissing her shoulders. “I’d have hunted them down if they had, I swear.”
Jason’s lips moved from her shoulders to her chest, heading down her body as JoAnna relaxed; he rarely went first, and it was always a bonus when he did. But from the moment the tip of his tongue touched her slit, she found herself imagining it belonged to a tall, beautiful sloe-eyed young woman with coffee-coloured skin and curves to die for… as Jason licked and probed, JoAnna tried to push Shay Mitchell out of her mind.
Sometimes she succeeded. Briefly.
* * * * * * * * *
“So I hear you’re off to Mexico?” Brandon asked Lucy.
“Yeah,” she smiled as the two walked down the street; it was the weekend, Golden Gate Elementary was over and done with until Monday, and now they were off to have a drink. “Booked the ticket last night, heading off at the end of the month. A whole fortnight without worrying about the Montgomery girls…”
“They’ll be Jaime Sommers’ job, poor kid.”
“Ah, she loves it…”
Brandon was distracted by two good-looking women heading in the opposite direction; he instinctively turned to look at them before he remembered he was with company, and winced as he faced Lucy. “Oh crap, I’m sorry…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Lucy laughed, patting his arm. “It’s not like I don’t look at hot guys – no harm, no…”
Lucy, still touching Brandon’s arm, suddenly gripped it tighter; her eyes widened, her body was shaking, and her breath was coming in short spurts as if she was choking. 
“Lucy? What’s happening? You okay? What’s wrong?”
“Get… get me away from here…” the trembling teacher gasped, her eyes locked on the store the two women had just left.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 08:35:32 AM

Brandon looked around as he led Lucy up the street; he didn’t see anything untoward, but he knew that people who’d gone through a trauma like hers could be set off by anything – she put on a brave face, but someone as basically fragile as her was walking on eggs here. “C’mon, we can drink at my place…” he told her reassuringly.
Catching her breath, Lucy clung to him as they headed away from the Victoria’s Secret.
* * * * * * * * * *
The room was silent, except for Rosie Huntington-Whiteley’s bee-stung lips kissing the area just above Rhona Mitra’s carpet, prior to moving through it and tasting her box. Most women would have been completely distracted by the girl’s tongue action; Rhona Mitra wasn’t most women.
Neither was Reiko Aylesworth, who had Isabel Lucas bent over on the desk in front of her; the blonde was a company woman even when she was being done doggy-style. The cries as Reiko pumped her pussy were loud enough to indicate she was enjoying it, but not loud enough to get in the way of the conversation.
“I heard they all claimed you were pulling the strings,” Reiko said into the earpiece she had on as she rubbed Isabel’s butt while thrusting. “I wish I could have seen their faces when none of them could prove anything.”
“Rosie was there; she told me,” Rhona replied into the cellphone she was holding. Eventually she might do stuff to Rosie, if she felt like it. “How is Miss Bellucci handling it?”
“She’s shocked. Her and that hot receptionist she has…”
“I’ve seen Miss Lawrence. I look forward to consoling her someday, whether she wants it or not.”
“Bellucci will be even more upset when it’s all over, I bet,” Reiko laughed.
“Upset and very, very poor, like many people,” Rhona chuckled. ”It’s almost a pity those women have to spend the rest of their lives in prison...”
“Except your girl on the inside.”
“Yes, my friends in the system will see it to that she gets her sentence… commuted for good behaviour, shall we say? Or at the very least transferred to a lighter facility. It’s the least I can do after leaving those tracers with her partners.”
“Even though you only really needed one. Suppose the others find out?”
“They won’t. And just in case they do, I’ve already arranged a little surprise for them; Shay Mitchell is going to have a little reunion in prison.”
“The Vegas Kennedys?” Reiko asked as Isabel thrashed about under her. Why did Australian girls have such sweet asses? She made a note to go Down Under on a research tour next vacation.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 08:36:28 AM

“The Vegas Kennedys. My friends in the system have had one of them transferred; the Kennedys have far more friends behind bars than the Mitchells, and anyone associated with the Mitchells is fair game. I think their life sentences may be far shorter than the courts believed.”
Rhona allowed herself a little moan as Rosie’s tongue found her sweet spot. It was a small break in concentration, but she’d earned it after the job she’d done for her. Playtime – Rosie Huntington-Whiteley variety – was over, but playtime (the fun kind) was about to begin as Rhona hung up.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 08:40:07 AM

Having had the robbery and capture, next comes The Escape incorporating TRL's side story The Spectacular (which is set before and during The San Francisco Seven: The Escape)
* * * * * * * * *
If Victoria Justice was certain of anything in her life at this point, it was that she was awfully glad her parents weren’t anywhere near LA right now.

Here she was, all of 18 years old, and already such a failure at life, she was looking for work at a strip club. She’d left home determined to make a life for herself in La La Land, and had fallen so flat on her face, she couldn’t even afford to go home to Florida. She and her boyfriend, Dan, were so desperate for money, they’d come to the conclusion that it was either Victoria started stripping, or they’d have to rob a bank. And considering how much extra security had gone up around local banks since the San Fran 8 made their famous robbery six months ago, Victoria didn’t think she and Dan would be able to pull that option off.

“ID,” the bouncer said, eyeing Victoria up and down.

“I’m not here to drink,” Victoria said, handing the man her ID. “I’m here to apply for the job.”

“We don’t have any open waitress positions, sweetie,” the brute of a man said. “And even if we did, you’d have to be topless.”

“No, I meant the job as a stripper,” Victoria said quietly.

The guy looked at her, clearly eying up her body. Victoria repressed a shudder, figuring she’d better get used to it.

“Give me your hand,” the guy said, pulling out a stamp. Victoria held up her right hand, and the guy stamped it with a bright blue stamp. “Go have a seat, I’ll let the boss know you’re here for an interview.” With that, the man disappeared into the club, leaving Victoria to find her way in alone.

The Spectacular didn’t exactly live up to it’s lofty name. But then it was a strip club, and Victoria had never been in a strip club before, so maybe this was a spectacular club, though judging from the small number of patrons lounging about the place, she kind of doubted it.

“You going to take a seat, honey, or what?”

Victoria turned to see a gorgeous, topless woman standing next to her, holding an empty tray and looking a little exasperated. One of the waitresses, no doubt.

“I’m here for the stripper job.”

“Oh, honey, good luck. I hope you get it, but it’s a bitch of an interview.”

“You’ve tried?” Victoria asked.

The girl laughed. “Sweetie, I had to get up and strip one night when three of our girls called in sick. It’s not a job I want. I’m just here until a better waitress job opens up somewhere else.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 09:03:44 AM

“One where you can keep your top on?” Victoria asked.

“That’d be nice, dear,” the waitress admitted. “I mean, I’ve got a lovely ‘Hello, my name is Emily,’ nametag with no place to put it when I work here.”

“Well Emily, my name is Victoria, and I need as much money as I can get as quickly as I can get it.”

“Victoria, nice to meet you. I’m Emily DiDonato. Can I give you some quick advice?”

“Of course.”

“If you really want this job, do whatever Charisma asks of you. And she’ll ask of you. But if you can get past her, being a stripper in this joint is better than a lot of other clubs in this town. It’s worth what you have to do. If you want to be a stripper, that is.”

“Thanks,” Victoria said.

“I’ll see if I can get a couple of the off-duty girls to come talk to you,” Emily said before vanishing into the club. Victoria found the nearest empty table, and sat down to wait.

She watched a rather emaciated looking girl lazily swing around the pole on the center stage while a couple of Asian gentlemen threw a couple of dollars towards her. It wasn’t the best example for an aspiring stripper to see.

That girl got up and left after spreading her bare pussy to the Asians some five minutes later, and was replaced by an attractive black woman who moved a little better, but still didn’t put in a lot of effort. The Asian guys paid her a little more attention, probably because she at least pretended to be interested in them, and soon she was replaced by a stringy looking blonde. Before Victoria knew it, she’d been sitting in the club for more than half an hour, watching other women strip naked.

And then, suddenly, two very scantily clad women popped down next to her.

“Hello,” the darker haired girl said. “My name’s Emmanuelle Chiriqui.”

“And I’m Adrianne Palicki,” the other one said. “We understand you’re here for the stripper job.”

“Yeah,” Victoria said. “Do you guys run this place?”

“Please, we’re just strippers,” Adrianne said.

“Good strippers. Better than anyone you’ve sat through so far tonight,” Emmanuelle added.

“That doesn’t sound too hard,” Victoria said.

“You’ve been watching then,” Emmanuelle said knowingly.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 09:06:47 AM

“Not only that,” Victoria said. “I’m a bit of a dancer. Came out to LA to be in music videos, but-”

“You started in the wrong place, sweetie,” Adrianne said. “Strippers become music video girls, not the other way around.”

“No, it goes the other way when the music video girls stop landing music videos,” Emmanuelle pointed out.

“I know how to dance, is what I was trying to say,” Victoria finished.

“Good. You’ll be more popular if you can move right,” Emmanuelle said. “Can we see some of your moves?”

“Right here?”

“No no, we’ll take you back out of sight. Be easier for Charisma to find you then, too,” Adrianne said. “Come on.”

With that, Adrianne and Emmanuelle pulled Victoria up to her feet and took her backstage, both strippers eyeing Victoria like hungry lions along the way.

*   *   *

“Best looking thing to come in this joint in a year, boss.”

Charisma Carpenter grunted and ignored Diego, her chief bouncer. The man was a brute with a good eye towards sexy young ladies, but he seemed to think that good looks were all it took to get a job at the Spectacular. Which totally wasn’t the case. If it was, he wouldn’t have been hired, that’s for sure.

Charisma ignored him and focused on the small TV in her office. That Ashley Benson was on the screen again, looking all sexy and freshly fucked with her strategically tussled hair and cleavage-bearing top. Now THERE was a sexy young lady.

“… where the jury came back with a unanimous verdict of Guilty for Miss Panettiere. Panettiere, a former reporter for this network, was the lookout for the infamous San Francisco Eight crime group, whose daring robbery of the San Fran Union Bank made national headlines, in part because of Panettiere’s involvement.  With the last of the eight women now sentenced to life in Remy Hadley Prison For Women, the end is in sight for the victims and their families. This is Ashley Benson, reporting from-”

Charisma shook her head as she hit the mute button on her remote, thankful once again she lived in Los Angeles, and not San Fran. She had most of her money in the LA Union Bank, after all. “What were you saying, Diego?”

“The new girl - Victoria something. Worth a look, boss.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 09:08:20 AM

“We hardly need new dancers, Diego. And as my bouncer, you don’t really have a say in the matter.”

“Both Adrianne and Emmanuelle like her,” Diego pointed out.

“They like everyone - even you,” Charisma said, rolling her eyes. “Fine, fine, give me five minutes, then send her in.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Diego said, getting up and leaving. Charisma waited for the door to close, then grabbed her cell phone. Not her normal one, but the black, unlisted, untraceable one she kept hidden in a secret compartment in her purse, per instructions.

The phone rang exactly three times before it picked up.

“Charisma,” the steely, slightly British voice on the other end greeted her.

“Saw the news. Anything you need from me?”

“Regarding what happened in San Francisco? No, I think not. Just keep an eye out for a new hacker. Grace may be stuck in Remy Hadley a little longer than I’d like.”

“Hot female hackers aren’t exactly a dime a dozen here,” Charisma replied. “And they don’t advertise themselves, either.”

“You found Grace for me, Charisma. Now find me another. No rush, but within the year.”

“Fine, fine. Anything else?”

“You could start turning a profit at that club of yours. Be nice if I wasn’t footing all your bills.”

“Working on it. Got a new girl coming in now, mater-of-fact.”

“Then be sure she agrees to the working terms. Rosie and I will be looking forward to it, should she last.”

“I’ll make sure she understands. And that she’s worth your time.”

“So nice to have a competent employee running my first business, Charisma. Stay in touch. And in shape.” With that, the phone went dead, and Charisma rolled her eyes. There were definitely days she wished she really did run the Spectacular herself, instead of keeping it open for someone else.

She hid the secret phone away, and started pecking away at the budget spreadsheet for the month. Yeah, the Spectacular was running another deficit, that was for sure…

There came a knock on her door, and Adrianne lead a timid looking young thing in by the hand. The first thing Charisma spotted about her were her legs - they went on for miles, clad in impossibly short short-shorts that actually failed to cover the entirety of her front pockets. Charisma could imagine plenty of guys wanting those legs wrapped around their hips. The young girl wore a ruffled shirt and a purple sweatshirt that couldn’t possibly close or cover her midriff even if it was long enough. Clearly a fashion statement of some sort, Charisma could tell the cheeky young thing could probably use some fashion lessons. And a good, solid fucking.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 09:11:29 AM

She was cheeky. Those cheek bones were impressive, almost making up for the general lack of cup-size a good foot or more beneath. She wasn’t flat, but she was hardly a D-cup wonder. If she lasted the full six months, the Boss would probably insist on breast implants. Of course, at maybe 18, the girl probably had a little time to grow larger tits yet.

“Take your shirt off, sweetie,” Charisma said by way of greeting.

“W-what?” the girl asked, hesitating.

“Sweetie, this is a strip club - if you aren’t comfortable naked, I’m going to kick you out now and we’ll never speak again. Now take your shirt off and show me the goods.”

The girl looked over at Adrianne, who nodded encouragingly. Adrianne and Emmanuelle would’ve already seen her topless - the girl would’ve had to perform for them, after all. Heck, from the way Adrianne’s eyes were ripping the clothes off the girl, it was a wonder she and Emmanuelle hadn’t taken turns boffing the girl themselves. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

Sure enough, when the young girl’s tits came into view, they were gorgeous little things, complete with puffy but not distracting nipples, the perfect amount of natural lift and sag that marked them as real and young, and Charisma could feel heat rising between her legs, the best sign that a girl was going to at least get a shot here at the Spectacular.

“What was your name again, sweetheart?” Charisma asked.

“Victoria,” she said. “Victoria Justice.”

“That’s horrible. We need to come up with a better name if you’re going to stick around.”

“Tori Vega?” Adrianne suggested.

“Not strippery enough,” Charisma said.

“I was thinking Nikki. Nikki Heat,” Victoria offered.

“I got two Nikki’s working here already, and one girl whose real name is Vicki - we call her Lexus.”

“What about Candy?” Adrianne suggested. “Our last Candy got fired last week for hiding tips.”

“Sure, sure. Candy works,” Charisma said. “Now lose the shorts, Candy.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 27, 2020, 09:12:30 AM

Victoria hesitated again, but undid the button below her naval and slid the denim shorts that were barely larger than a belt down those oh-so-long legs. Clad now in only a simple pair of white cotton bikini panties, Victoria stood up, and wisely kept her arms at her side, hiding nothing.

“You have to wear thongs when on stage, unless your costume is a bikini or something like that,” Charisma said. “And when you’re giving lap dances, the panties come off for an extra Fifty.”

“Uh, okay?” Victoria said.

“So, take your panties off.”

“Do I get an extra fifty?” Victoria asked, sliding the panties down those fantastic legs of hers.

“No, but you’re one step closer to a job.”

“Whatever it takes,” Victoria said quietly, standing completely naked in front of Charisma, arms at her sides, hiding nothing. Charisma saw only the smallest tuft of fur between the young woman’s legs, another sign of her youth and good grooming.

“Turn around,” Charisma said, twirling a finger. Victoria did as instructed, revealing her shapely ass to the club boss. 

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Charisma said. “Are you an anal virgin?”

“W-what?” Victoria stammered.

“Anal sex. Ever had it?”

“N-no!”

“Stay here long enough, and that’ll change,” Charisma said. “Tempted to do it myself.”

“Excuse me?” Victoria said, turning around, suddenly looking nervous.

Charisma sighed. This was the moment. This girl would either play ball, or walk out. From the look on Victoria’s face, Charisma expected her to walk out.

“Adrianne, Emmanuelle, leave me alone with Victoria for a bit,” Charisma said, dismissing the other two strippers. Reluctantly, they left, clearly wishing to stay for the rest of the interview.

“How bad do you need this job, Victoria?” Charisma asked once the door closed.

“Bad,” Victoria admitted. “I wouldn’t be stripping if I didn’t.”

“And what are you willing to do to get that job?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:20:34 AM

Victoria hesitated. “What do I need to do?”

“Simply put, you’re going to need to get fucked,” Charisma said, standing up. “First by me. Then, if you last a couple of months, my boss will send someone else to evaluate you. You’ll have to fuck her, too. Then, if you make it all the way to six months, the owner will show up, and you’ll have to fuck her if you want to keep working here.”

“I have a boyfriend-” Victoria started to protest.

“And we’ll never, ever ask you to fuck another man. But if you want the job…” Charisma trailed off, licking her lips as her eyes traveled up and down Victoria’s nude form once more.

Victoria shivered once. “When?” she asked quietly.

“Right now, unless you really need to go somewhere - though if you do, you’re probably not getting back through that door,” Charisma added casually.

“I’ve never… with a girl…you know…” Victoria kept trailing off, clearly unsure what to say and stalling for time.

Charisma sighed. She was hoping Victoria would be like some of the other girls who either had lesbian experience or didn’t care and did it just to get the job. But Victoria here would need help. Well, Charisma could certainly do that.

The club manager stood up and walked over to Victoria. The young girl wisely didn’t move as Charisma stepped right up to her, took her chin in one hand, and kissed her on the mouth. It was all Charisma could do not to grab for all of Victoria’s naughty bits - the girl was just stunning nude. Victoria would have to be seduced, at least a little, before giving it up to Charisma. And if there was one thing Charisma Carpenter knew how to do, it was seduce a beautiful young woman who was already naked.

At first, Victoria hesitated, but as the impact of Charisma’s kiss hit her already alert body, the younger girl leaned into the kiss, even returning it, though not with the force Charisma was giving it. That was okay. By the time Charisma was done with her, Victoria would be begging for it.

The older woman broke the kiss, and looked down at Victoria’s face in time to see the teen’s eyes flutter open in surprise. The look of innocence and desire at the same time on her face was like a drug to Charisma, who fully admitted to being intoxicated by the sight. Even if Victoria tried to back out now, and judging from the way she’d returned the kiss, she wasn’t going to - Charisma wasn’t letting the girl go until she’d tasted her.

“Trust me,” Charisma said, stroking Victoria’s hair gently. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

“I don’t know…” Victoria trailed off.

“You will,” Charisma repeated, a little more firmly this time. As her hand fell away from the younger girl’s hair, it casually, almost accidentally brushed against one of Victoria’s very erect nipples. The wannabe stripper gasped in surprise, and Charisma leapt at the chance. “See, you liked that,” she said, raising her hand back up, this time cupping the very same tit it just brushed against.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:21:37 AM

Victoria shivered, her eyes fluttering at the touch. Her body was reacting to Charisma’s touch in ways that let the older woman know she was having the kind of effect she wanted. But still, Victoria hesitated. Resisted.

“I’ve never…” Victoria trailed off as Charisma leaned in and kissed her neck.

“You’re not a virgin, right?”

“No, I’ve had sex,” Victoria said. “Just, you know, not with-”

“Not with me?” Charisma asked, leaning in to kiss Victoria once more. The younger girl swooned a little as Charisma passionately kissed her, and for a moment the naked girl nearly buckled at the knees. But Charisma caught her and held her upright, pressing Victoria’s naked body tight against her own barely-clad form.

“Not with any girl,” Victoria said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then it’s time to change that,” Charisma said, taking a step back to drink in the sight of a very naked Victoria Justice. Oh yes, this was going to be fun indeed.

Without a word, Charisma took Victoria by the hand and lead her over to the couch beside her desk. Hardly the first time a girl had been fucked there, Charisma kept it in the office specifically for auditions like this. With one last kiss and a gentle push, Charisma laid Victoria down upon the couch cushions before straddling her and pinning the young stripper in place.

Victoria looked up at Charisma with a mix of fear and lust as the older woman reached down and yanked her shirt up, exposing her splendidly enhanced breasts to the younger girl, held in by the tiniest of lacey-black bras. Charisma’s rock hard nipples, easily the size of pencil erasers, were practically bursting the fabric of the bra open, and Victoria’s eyes went to them immediately.

“Go ahead,” Charisma told her. “Suck one.”

Victoria hesitated only a little before leaning forward and taking one of Charisma’s bra-covered nipples in her mouth. Charisma rewarded her with a moan of delight when Victoria’s curious tongue pressed through the lace, sending pleasurable waves into the strip club boss’s nerves.

This was all new to Victoria Justice. Oh, she’d sucked on a guy’s nipple from time to time, but none of them had ever moaned like Charisma was - and none of them had tasted as sweet as Charisma did, either. The nipple plumped under Victoria’s efforts, which somehow made it all the more erotic. The young wannabe stripper was growing wet. Wet enough for Charisma to notice.

“Good, good!” the older brunette encouraged. “Take my bra off.”

Surprised, Victoria had to pull her head back and check - yes, indeed, the bra opened in the front. She almost laughed as her fingers fumbled with the hook, remembering how the boy she’d lost her virginity had nearly wet himself doing the same. Charisma’s charms were far larger than Victoria’s, and somehow that made Victoria more nervous. She’d just been sucking on one  of these nipples - why was it so hard to release them?

The hook gave, and the bra sprung open, revealing Charisma’s treasures in full to the young stripper, who could only gape in amazement. “They’re beautiful,” Victoria heard herself saying.

“Then why don’t you get your tongue back on them?” Charisma said, her tone making it clear that the question wasn’t meant to be answered verbally.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:22:46 AM

This time when Victoria put her lips over the nipple, she felt the bare skin and realized that Charisma was right. She was going to enjoy this.

Charisma took charge then, pulling Victoria down and rolling atop her, sick of waiting. She wasn’t used to waiting for her pleasure, and Victoria was proving quite pleasurable. Now hovering over the young stripper, Charisma lowered her own mouth to one of Victoria’s very erect nipples, and practically devoured the small breast around it.

“OHMYGAWD!” Victoria exclaimed as Charisma began to ravish her. No longer wanting to play around, Charisma began sucking and fucking the young stripper. Her lips latched onto an erect nipple, and three fingers penetrated the sopping wet cunt and began pounding in and out like crazy. Charisma loved feeling the younger woman squirm beneath her as lust began to drive her wild.

And Victoria was being driven wild. Oh so wild. Hardly a virgin, most of Victoria’s sexual experience still amounted to just being mounted by a guy, who’d fuck her until he got off. Some, including her current boyfriend, would occasionally try and get her off, too, even going so far as to go down on her for a bit, but no one had ever crammed three fingers into her snatch, sucked a nipple, and concentrated entirely upon. Her young body had never felt so sexual before, so visceral. She could feel every thrust of Charisma’s fingers, every lick of her tongue. It was as if her eyes had been opened for the first time, and she was seeing what sex was supposed to be like.

And then, just as Victoria was certain she wouldn’t be able to keep from climaxing right there, Charisma stopped and got off her.

“Wha-what?” Victoria stammered.

“Eat me,” Charisma said, sitting back in her chair behind her desk, splaying her legs wide to keep her pussy exposed. “Either I get off, and you get hired, or I don’t, and I throw you out of here dressed like you are.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:23:40 AM

Even as Victoria struggled to get up off the couch, she made a mental note that Charisma Carpenter’s mood could change quite quickly at times. Something to watch out for in a boss. Still, hoping that if she did a good enough job, Charisma would finish her off, Victoria got on her knees between Charisma’s legs and slowly lowered her mouth to the neatly trimmed mound in front of her.

“I’ve-I’ve never done this before,” she said, hesitating.

“Can you find my clit?” Charisma asked, sounding agitated.

“Of course,” Victoria said, touching the erect little bud with her finger. Charisma smiled.

“Then lick that how you like to be licked. I’ll tell you what you need to do from there.”

Tentatively, Victoria lowered her mouth over Charisma’s slit, and gently started to lick the other woman’s nub. At once, Charisma moaned quietly and put both hands on Victoria’s head, holding her in place. Victoria tried to pull back, but Charisma held her tight.

“Lick me,” the strip club boss demanded. Reluctantly, Victoria began again.

Charisma had a sweet-n-sour taste to her juices, which very quickly started to coat Victoria’s tongue, flooding up from the pussy beneath Charisma’s clit. It was oddly appealing, somehow. Victoria licked a little harder.

“Good girl,” Charisma sighed. “A little to the left. No, MY left. That’s it. Right there. Now a little faster.”

Victoria took direction well, and she was soon making the older woman squirm in delight, despite having never gone down on a girl before. The young girl was getting into it, too. There was something so primal, so naughty, so arousing about getting another woman off. Getting a man off was easy - stroke, with you hand, your mouth, or you pussy, until he released. But a woman, that required skill. Skill that Victoria Justice apparently had some natural talent for.

“Fuck,” Charisma groaned. Oh, Victoria really did have some skill at this. Enough that the strip club manager wasn’t entirely convinced this was her first time going down on a girl. But why complain about that? Victoria’s innocent oral skills were rapidly getting Charisma where she wanted to go, and if this kept up, Victoria would find herself very welcome around here.

“Fuck,” Charisma said again, a little louder. Oh, this was good. But she didn’t want to just get eaten out by young Victoria. No, she needed more.

“G-get off,” Charisma ordered. “Stop for a moment.”

Victoria pulled back, surprised. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:24:53 AM

“No, you did things very right,” Charisma assured her. “Lay down and spread your legs. Wide.”

Victoria did as she was told, opening her legs as wide as she could on the couch. Quickly, Charisma straddled Victoria’s crotch, placing her pussy directly atop Victoria’s. She looked down at the surprised young woman, and smiled wolfishly.

“This is called scissoring,” Charisma said before she began to rub her pussy atop Victoria’s.

Victoria swooned. Literally, feeling the blood rush from her head. Scissoring was something she’d never experienced in her life, but as her wet pussy pressed against Charisma’s, she experienced incredible sensations she couldn’t even describe. Charisma was going fast, clearly trying to get herself off, but she was succeeding in getting Victoria there, too. Looking up at the big-breasted woman, Victoria felt like she was completely in Charisma’s control.

And in fact, she was.

“Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUCCCKKK!” Charisma began to moan as her body began to overload on pleasure. Victoria watched in amazement as Charisma began to experience her orgasm. Victoria had only ever seen men climax before, usually just some mild grunting as they went rigid and shot their load into her. But Charisma kept thrashing about, her breasts jiggling quite beautifully, as pure pleasure shot through her body.

It was one of the most beautiful things Victoria had ever seen.

A moment later, she got to mimic Charisma’s response, as the first orgasm young Victoria Justice ever got from another woman shook her body to it’s core. Victoria’s eyes rolled back into her head, and for a quick eternity, all she knew was pleasure and release. When she awoke a few moments later, Charisma was climbing off her, covered in sweat and looking quite satisfied with herself.

“You’re hired,” Charisma said simply, noticing Victoria was awake. “You start tomorrow. We’ll go over the rules then, but we do full nudity on stage, and in the lap dance rooms. You are not encouraged to do more than strip for the men back there, but if you DO, make sure you get paid well for it. In a couple months, my boss will show up, and you’ll have to please her like you did me here if you want to keep working. You get one sick day a month, but if you want more…” she trailed off, eyeing Victoria’s naked body. “Well, we can work something out.”

“That’s it? I sleep with you, and I get the job?”

“No, you’re also hot and I don’t have anyone better waiting, so between that and sleeping with me, you get the job. Don’t disappoint me,” she added. “Welcome to the Spectacular.”

*   *   *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:28:19 AM

“You sure you don’t want to join me in the shower?”

JoAnna Garcia repressed a sigh. Her fiancé, Jason, had been feeling more than a little amorous this morning, and she hadn’t been able to say no the first time. The bank teller had relented, letting him use his morning wood for it’s best possible intention, getting her off as well as him. But that hadn’t been enough, and he’d been hinting at a second round ever since.

“I’m sure. One of us has to get moving, and you stink more than I do,” JoAnna said, shoving the handsome naked man into the bathroom and closing the door before he could say anything else.

“I don’t stink!” He yelled through the door. There was a pause, during which he was no doubt smelling himself. “Okay, I stink a little, but still!”

“Shower! Now!” JoAnna ordered, rolling her eyes and walking out of the bedroom. She looped through the living room and into the kitchen of their shared apartment and started preparing breakfast, pausing only long enough to open the front door and grab the paper off the front porch. That was a mild hassle, because her robe - seductively short for Jason’s sake, but inappropriate for the outside world, especially since JoAnna wasn’t wearing panties - didn’t cover much of anything when she leaned over, no matter how she did it. No doubt Chely Wright across the way enjoyed the view - the blatant lesbian had more than once been caught peeking out at JoAnna in the morning.

As she chopped up some fruit for her breakfast - Jason would want bacon and eggs, but he’d have to get it himself, so he’d settle for toast - JoAnna checked her phone for any messages. A few PM’s from work, a note from her mother, a couple of reporters - including that Ashley Benson bitch - asking for quotes about the sentences of the SF8. Nothing too important. She set the phone down next to her plate on the counter, pulled up the stool and sat down, knowing her robe would ride up and expose the bottom half of her ass to the door to the living room. JoAnna already knew Jason would be wanting something besides food for breakfast. Again.

She started going through the paper rather mindlessly, skipping over anything and everything to do with the trial - it was just too early to deal with that. JoAnna had been held hostage, been sexually abused, and threatened with death more than once during that whole horrid affair, and was really just getting over it. The last thing she wanted was to relive it all in the papers or on TV. Again.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Actually rang, not just buzzing that she got a text message. JoAnna picked it up and smiled when she saw who was calling.

“Amy?” She asked at once.

“Hey Red!” Amy Acker’s voice came through from the other side. Amy was one of JoAnna’s friends from the SFUB, though she’d recently transferred south to Los Angeles - making her an LAUB employee, technically, though it really was all the same company. Amy felt like she belonged in San Fran, but she’d met a girl and fallen in love down in LA, and as long as their jobs remained down there, Amy wasn’t leaving. “Is it too early?”

“No, I’m up and awake,” JoAnna said. The Big O Jason had given her had certainly woken her up. “Why, what’s up?”

“I have news!” Amy said, sounding particularly giddy. JoAnna rolled her eyes. Amy considered pretty much any news something worth getting giddy over. She’d once seen the darker-haired girl get excited over new bagels at the coffee shop they stopped at on their way to work.

“Do tell,” JoAnna said as the door behind her opened. She turned and saw Jason, still wrapped in just his towel, all wet and good looking after his shower. He stopped when he spotted JoAnna on the phone, and mouthed the word “who?” She mouthed Amy’s name back, and he rolled his eyes, knowing JoAnna would be on the phone for a while.

“Guess who’s engaged!” Amy said.

“Who?” JoAnna asked, not catching on.

“ME!” Amy shrieked. “Dichen popped the question last night!”

“OHMYGOD!” JoAnna exclaimed, in part in excitement over what Amy was saying, but also in part over Jason dropping to his knees next to her, spinning her a quarter of the way around, and pulling her legs open enough that he could start licking her bare pussy. It was a trick he’d started doing after they began making love again after her abduction. He’d never shied away from going down on her before, but now he seemed to be willing to do it at the drop of a hat. Normally, JoAnna was thrilled, and thought every woman should be so lucky to have a fiance willing to perform cunnilingus on her at any given moment. But when he started doing it while she was on the phone with one of her friends, it was distracting. Not distracting enough for JoAnna to make him stop, but it was distracting.

“She got down on one knee and gave me a ring and everything!” Amy went on. “Oh, Jo, it was the most romantic thing ever!”

“Yes?” JoAnna said, placing her free hand in Jason’s wet hair, holding his head in place. He got the message and began licking harder. The redhead was suddenly quite glad she hadn’t showered yet.

“Of course I said yes!” Amy replied, not knowing that JoAnna was only half listening. “We’ve already decided that I’ll take her name because ‘Amy Lachman’ has a much nicer ring to it than ‘Dichen Acker.’ We’re going to have a June wedding. This June.”

“Amy, that’s only a few months away!” JoAnna said.

“Six, to be exact. But we’ve got this great little B and B out on the coast selected, and, well they have the last weekend in June available, so we’re going for it.”

“That’s so great,” JoAnna said, not at all referring to Amy’s wedding plans, but rather Jason’s tongue sliding over her clit.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:31:31 AM

“Listen, JoAnna, this isn’t just a social call. Big news aside, I need to ask you something.”

“Anything,” JoAnna said, feeling her robe slide open to expose her breasts to the room. Oh, if that Chely Wright could see her now…

“Dichen’s already got her Maid of Honor planning the bachelorette party, and she’s this cute redhead, Jessica… something. God, I don’t even know her last name.”

“Yes!” JoAnna said.

“Anyway, I need my best friend from San Fran down here for that, and then the wedding. You can bring Jason to the wedding, but not the bachelorette party - no penis invited there.”

“Yes. Yes!”

“So you’ll come? And you’ll be my Maid of Honor?”

“Yes! Yes yes YESSS!” JoAnna exclaimed, her juices flowing over Jason’s mouth. Oh, she was going to squirt all over him any second now, phone call be damned.

“Great! Oh, Jo, I’m so happy! I’ve gotta call a million other people, but I’ll get back to you with more details. Later!”

“YES!” JoAnna exploded just as the phone hung up, and she writhed about on her stool, held on only by Jason’s hands on her thighs.

“Good news?” Jason asked, looking up from between her legs.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, Amy and Dichen are engaged. Now, please, PLEASE fuck me!” JoAnna begged. Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up, grabbing JoAnna off her stool and shoving her to the kitchen table. He paused only once to kiss her - his mouth tasting of JoAnna’s own juices - and then spun her around and shoved her down until she was bent at the waist over the table. He then lined his cock up with her sopping wet pussy and began pounding away.

He took her just like that, claiming her as his own as he humped into her like an animal. JoAnna loved it, almost as much as she loved him. But even as his primal fucking made her own orgasm start to return, she couldn’t help but feel like she was cheating on someone else every time she made love to her fiancé.

*   *   *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 05:56:01 AM

*   *   *

The bed creaked as Jessica Biel rolled out of it, her bare ass clearing the silk sheets and slipping into the sliver of sunlight streaming in from between her curtains. Naked as the day she was born, Jessica lazily walked towards those curtains and threw them open, knowing that anyone in any of the apartments across the way would be able to see her should they choose to look. It was a minor thrill, one that served her better than her morning cup of coffee when it came to waking up.

Of course, not everyone felt the same way.

“God, do you have to do that EVERY morning?” Beverley Mitchell asked, clutching the sheets to her own equally naked form.

“Every morning,” Jessica confirmed. “Come on, work to do.”

“Close the shades and come back to bed. We can celebrate my promotion again,” Beverley offered. Thanks in no small part to the role she played in helping to capture the San Francisco Seven, Beverley had been fast-tracked through the FBI hiring process and was now a full-fledged field agent. Of course, Jessica was still her superior - Jessica ran the FBI’s San Fran office, after all - which meant that the balance of power in their sexual relationship was still very much one-sided.

“We have to get to work. Kristen’s all worked up on something again.”

“Let her be worked up,” Beverley said, sitting up enough to let the sheets fall from her ample breasts, which looked gloriously inviting in the morning light. “Let me work YOU up.”

“I’m still beat from last night!” Jessica chided. “Come on, get that sweet ass moving. If you’re done your shower before I finish making breakfast, I’ll let you go down on me before I take my shower.”

“Girlcum for breakfast, yay,” Beverley muttered, clearly not as enthused as she might have been. Still, she rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, not bothering to get dressed. Jessica shook her head. Beverley knew her place, even with the promotion.

*   *   *

Tammin Sursok hadn’t gotten the nickname “BJ” for nothing. She had gained that particular moniker as a combo of having naturally well-endowed lips, and her more-than-expert skill at performing oral sex on both men and women - especially men. Considering at one point, her full nickname had been “Blow Job Sure Suck,” she took the shortening to BJ as somewhat of a relief.

Of course, this often meant she had to perform oral sex at the drop of a hat, at any time of day or night. It was, she mused, a good thing she actually enjoyed the act.

“C’mon, BJ, how about a little morning action?”

Tammin groaned as she opened her eyes to face a fully erect penis, having managed to forget in her sleep the stupid choices she’d made the night before. Or rather, the stupid choices she’d made for the third time this week.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:05:48 AM

“C’mon, Ben, it’s early.”

“It’s early, and I’m rock hard,” Ben countered. “Just suck me off quick. That’s it.”

“Ugh,” Tammin groaned. She glanced at the clock. It was still early - more than early enough for both her and Ben to get to work at the San Fran FBI office. They had time. She groaned one more time, then opened her mouth, letting Ben slide his shaft inside her.

“Good girl,” he said. God, what a punk. He was practically a decade younger than she was - well, more like six years, but still - and he had the cockiness of a man in his very early twenties. As his not unimpressive cock slid into her lips, she realized that he’d probably gotten his job the same way she had - by sleeping with whoever could help her.

Of course, Tammin was a field agent, and Ben was a secretary. What a wonderful twist, she thought - the man being in the traditionally female role at work, while she was off doing the “real” work.

Laying on her back, with Ben straddling her chest, Tammin didn’t have to move at all. She reached up with one hand to hold his cock steady, and began bobbing her head up and down on the stiff rod, once again amazed at how men were always hard. Tammin considered herself bisexual, but more and more she leaned towards women for her own sexual pleasure.

But then, a young guy like Ben, with a cut body and a hard cock could always tempt her back.

He pulled his shaft out of her mouth and used his hands to rub the wet phallus against each of Tammin’s erect nipples - the only pleasure she’d really get this morning, before turning around and placing himself back in her mouth. The head barely in her lips, her began stroking his shaft himself, clearly working towards release. Men we so easy.

“How about I finish on your face?” Ben asked. “Would you like that?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Tammin replied, lying. If she wasn’t already taking a shower, she would’ve said no. There was nothing she hated more than spunk on her face, especially first thing in the morning.

“Does that excite you?” he asked, stroking harder. Oh, he was into it so, so much.

She grunted affirmative, and Ben started pounding his meat like she wasn’t even there, more intent on shooting his load than actually getting sucked off by the beautiful woman beneath him. Guys were so, so easy!

Had she been able to look at the clock, Tammin could’ve counted the fifty-six seconds it took from the moment Ben asked if he could shoot on her face until the first drops of hot white cum splashed her nose. She moaned like she liked it, as if getting sticky stuff all over her face was actually some sort of turn on, and suffered through it as Ben shot three more gushes upon her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:07:11 AM

“Oh yeah, baby, you’re so good,” Ben said. Tammin wasn’t certain if he was talking to her, or his own hand. Well, he was just a secretary. And not even hers. Ben rolled off her and Tammin was finally able to get up and move to get out of bed, eagerly moving towards the shower, ignoring the man she’d fucked last night, then blown this morning. Again.

“What’s your rush? We got plenty of time before work!” Ben called after her.

*   *   *

Jessica Biel could still feel Beverley Mitchell’s mouth upon her quivering pussy lips as she walked into the FBI’s San Francisco office, despite the fact that the eager little field agent had taken her own car in. Beverley really was quite the talented little lover.

“Good morning, Miss Biel,” Ben Sanderson said. The attractive young man had a certain glow about his face, letting Jessica know he’d gotten some either last night or this morning. Jessica grunted at him - she disliked Beverley’s replacement at her secretary’s desk, mostly because unlike Beverley, Jessica didn’t want to sleep with him.

“Ben,” Biel grunted at him.

“Kristen’s waiting for you in your office,” he added. “Tammin’s in there with her.”

“Fine, fine,” Jessica grumbled. “Send Beverley in when she gets here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ben said, smiling, clearly eyeing up Jessica’s body.

Jessica walked past him, knowing Ben would be glaring at her ass in the tight skirt she was wearing. She could just imagine the tent he was making in his slacks and tried not to shiver at the thought. Oh, she’d given up on cock so long ago, the very thought of one made her a little queasy.

“Morning, boss,” field agent Kristen Bell said as Jessica walked into the room. Tammin Sursok stood behind her, holding some file folders and looking all business, save for those oh-so-impressive blowjob lips she had.

“Okay, what have you two got for me today?” Jessica asked, slipping past the deminutive blonde and her partner to take a seat at her desk.

“Rhona Mitra,” Kristen said.

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Not again.”

“She’s out there. I’m sure of it,” Kristen said.

“Kristen, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but unless you’ve got something new and exciting, you’re barking up the wrong tree. She’s too well hidden.”

“I just need more time to find her, Jess,” Kristen begged. “Please!”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:08:43 AM

Jessica sighed. “You’re using up all the good will you earned with the SF7 case, Bell.”

“I know, but when I bust Rhona, you’ll see it all paid back in full.”

“Fine, fine. Go do what you need to do. But we won’t keep going like this without some headway soon, Kristen. Take BJ here with you - she seems to keep you out of trouble.”

“I promise, I’ll get her,” Kristen said, nodding to Tammin before leading the pouty-lipped junior officer out.

“I miss something?” Beverley Mitchell asked as she slid in past them.

“Just Kristen going off after her favorite windmill,” Jessica grumbled.

“Rhona Mitra again?”

“Always,” Jessica said, leaning back in her chair.

“You need me to do something?” Beverley asked.

“Get Kristen to give up looking for Rhona,” Jessica said.

“I don’t think anyone can do that,” Beverley said. “Can I do something else?”

“Yeah, give me some oral,” Jessica said, lifting her skirt and exposing the thong she wore underneath. “I don’t think I’m getting through today without an extra orgasm or two.”

“Sure, boss,” Beverley said. “Or maybe I could go get Ben there to do it. You know he would-”

“Okay, shut up and go get BJ then,” Jessica snapped. “No oral from you, Beverley.”

“Seriously?” Beverley asked, surprised.

“Yes, seriously. I’m still your boss, Mitchell.”

“Fine, fine,” Beverley said, sounding dejected as she stepped out of Jessica’s office. She kept the look on her face as she went around the corner and down the long hallway towards the ladies room. Once there she slipped inside and quickly checked all six stalls, discovering that she was alone. Quickly, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a cellphone she shouldn’t have had - a burner that was against all FBI regulations. There was only one number programmed into it.

“Yes, Beverley?” the refined voice on the other end said.

“Bell is still after you. What do you want me to do?”

“Keep an eye on her and report back to me,” Rhona Mitra told her little spy. “If she starts to get too close, then we’ll do something.” The line hung up, leaving Beverley on her own again.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:10:04 AM

Sometimes, she mused, being a double agent didn’t really pay.

*   *   *

“I don’t like it.”

Victoria Justice glanced up from where her mouth was wrapped around her boyfriend’s cock and shot him a puzzled look. “Since when,” she asked, “do you not like blowjobs?”

“Oh, no, I love blowjobs,” he said. “I don’t think I like you being a stripper is all.”

“Dan, we went over this a month ago. I got the job, it’s paying our rent, what more do you want?”

“I know, I know,” Dan said. “It’s just… I want to be the only guy who sees you naked.”

“You weren’t the only man to see me naked before we hooked up, Dan. You know I wasn’t a virgin before we slept together.”

“Don’t remind me,” Dan said.

“What’s your problem? When I took the job, you didn’t mind at all. You came and visited me at the club every other night,” Victoria said.

“It was fun at first,” Dan admitted.

“What made it fun? All the half-naked girls walking around?” Victoria asked, gently reaching out with her tongue to lick his shaft.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he admitted.

“And who was the hottest one there?”

“You were,” Dan admitted as Victoria engulfed his manhood once more.

“Mmmhmmm,” Victoria said, sucking on him some more.

“I-I just wish I was the only-” Victoria didn’t let him finish. She stood up, leaving his cock hanging out in the wind, and turned to go get her shoes.

“What-what just happened?” Dan asked.

“Come on, we’re going to the club,” Victoria said. “You’re going to learn to like seeing me naked in front of a crowd.”

*   *   *

It took half an hour by bus to get to the Spectacular, and Victoria wasn’t even scheduled

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:10:51 AM

to work that night. It didn’t matter. There was usually someone who was looking for time off for some reason or another.

“Hey Adrianne, is Charisma in?” Victoria asked, after getting Dan past the bouncer out front.

“She’s in with Emmanuelle right now, so if you need the night off, better get in there fast,” Adrianne Palicki said, walking by Victoria and Dan in just a thong. Dan’s eyes were locked on Adrianne’s tits, making Victoria feel a little odd - on the one hand, he was proving her point. On the other hand, she was jealous - Adrianne’s tits were so much bigger than Victoria’s.

“I was actually hoping to pick up a shift,” Victoria said.

“Cool. Charisma will probably be looking for the help,” Adrianne said, smiling at Dan. “Your boyfriend’s cute. His jaw ever close?”

“Dan, stop staring,” Victoria snapped, elbowing him in the ribs.

“Sorry,” Dan apologized.

“S’alright, sweetie,” Adrianne said. “I’m a stripper. If men aren’t staring at my tits, I’m not doing my job right.”

“You’re doing your job very right,” Dan admitted. Victoria elbowed him again.

Suddenly, Emmanuelle Chiriqui walked in, wiping something from her mouth with her arm, smiling the whole time. She wore a pair of cut-off jeans so tight they were practically painted on and a grey cami-top that did nothing to disguise the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tussled hair had at one point been in a ponytail, but enough had come loose from whatever she’d just been doing that it was essentially just a loose mass of dark tresses held together by a stressed scrunchie.

“Get your day off?” Adrianne asked.

“You know it,” Emmanuelle said, giving Adrianne a quick kiss on the cheek and pinching one of her nipples. She stopped short when she saw Dan. “Who’s the penis?”

“Victoria’s boyfriend,” Adrianne answered.

“Dan,” he said, offering his hand.

“I’d shake, but my hand’s just been up my boss’s slit, and it’s kinda sticky,” Emmanuelle said. “No offense.”

“N-none taken,” Dan replied, clearly shocked.

“See you back at home later?” Emmanuelle asked Adrianne.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:24:04 AM

“Sure. Your turn to cook dinner,” Adrianne answered.

“Ugh, then it’s Chinese again,” Emmanuelle replied, kissing Adrianne one last time before walking off.

“So, you two are…?” Dan started to ask Adrianne, but never got an answer as Charisma Carpenter came out, buttoning her blouse.

“Victoria! Tell me you’re here to work!”

“I am,” Victoria said with a smile. “When do you need me?”

“I need someone out getting lap dances now, and I’ll need you for a show in about an hour,” Charisma said flatly.

“No problem. And I have my first customer right here,” Victoria said, grabbing Dan by the arm.

“Your boyfriend? No funny stuff in the back rooms, Victoria,” Charisma scolded. “Let Adrianne give him a lap dance.”

“Works for me,” Adrianne said.

“It’s okay,” Victoria said to Dan. “She won’t hurt you. Much.”

“Hope you brought clean undies, boy,” Adrianne said, pulling Dan out of the dressing room.

“You’re really going to let another girl give your boy a lap dance?” Charisma asked.

“He’s got to be okay with what I do, and he knows Adrianne prefers the girls, so…”

Charisma shrugged. “You want to earn the right to give your boy lap dances yourself, you know where to find me and my pussy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Victoria said, watching Charisma turn and head back towards her office. For a long moment, Victoria was tempted to follow her. But she didn’t, trying hard to ignore the fact that if she did, she’d be sleeping with Charisma more for the fun of sleeping with the other woman than for permission to give her boyfriend a lap dance at work.

*   *   *

The camera flashed, and JoAnna Garcia looked once again at her naked body on the camera’s digital screen. She frowned. One of her nipples wasn’t even in the shot, and the other was half cropped out. Maybe that’d be enticing, but six other shots were pretty much the same, and you could only send so many teasing pics to your prison-held lesbian love interest.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:26:13 AM

With a groan, JoAnna lay back on the bed and sighed. This would be so much easier if she had some help, but she didn’t dare ask anyone. All her friends might assume they were for Jason - who’d certainly be happy to see them - but they weren’t. They were for Shay Mitchell, one of the lesbian criminals who’d “raped” JoAnna while she was their hostage.

Except JoAnna had enjoyed it when Shay had done it. Enjoyed it more than any sex she’d ever had before, even with Jason, who she also loved. But more and more, sex made her think of Shay, and she had very quickly become secret pen pal lovers with the imprisoned criminal.

Still, JoAnna wasn’t a photographer, and sending dirty pics to her incarcerated lover was proving difficult. How did people on the internet do this? She aimed the camera at her crotch, snapped a shot, and sighed again. A tuft of her hair was visible, but it was mostly leg. This just wasn’t easy.

The phone rang, making JoAnna jump. She almost reached for her robe, but she saw the number on the caller ID, and forgot her modesty for a moment,

“Hello?”

“Hey, JoAnna, it’s me. Troian.”

“You’re sure this can’t be traced?” JoAnna asked at once, sitting up as she spoke with Troian Bellisario, lesbian lover of Hayden Panettiere, one of the other hostages taken by the infamous San Fran 8 along with JoAnna.

“It’s a burner phone. I’ve got one for you, too, next time we meet,” Troian said. “How are you?”

“Frustrated,” JoAnna admitted without thinking. “I’m not good with cameras.”

“I could come over and help,” Troian offered, knowing what JoAnna was up to.

“Wouldn’t your girlfriend get upset?”

“Hayden? Hardly. She’s been in prison for more than two months now, and she’s getting more regular sex than she was when we lived together.”

“She doesn’t get jealous?” JoAnna asked.

“Do you think Shay’s jealous of your fiancé?” Troian countered.

“She should be. He and I are still having sex,” JoAnna admitted guiltily.

“Jo, that’s not a problem,” Troian said. “That’s part of your cover. You have to act like you’re getting back to your life, and what happened is in your past. Your fiancé is the closest person to you, so if you don’t act like you’re putting the bank heist behind you, he’s going to get suspicious.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:28:54 AM

“I know, I know,” JoAnna said, knowing Troian spoke the truth. “It’s just-”

“You’re falling out of love with him,” Troian said, knowingly. “I was the same way when I met Hayd. I was dating another girl, and she was amazing. But as soon as Hayden and I met, I couldn’t think of anyone else. I still loved the girl I was with at the time, but… well, I fell out of love with her, and fell into love with Hayden. I don’t regret that for a minute, and I know she doesn’t either - nor do her husband or her three kids.”

“But-”

“Listen, if you want to talk, I’m available,” Troian said. “And if you want help with those nude pics, I’m more than  available,” she added. “But we need to meet anyway, we have to start getting information into the prison for the girls to use to escape. I really need your help, JoAnna.”

“Okay, what about Monday?” JoAnna asked. “We can meet, you can give me the burner phone, and-”

“And you’ll let me take some topless photos?” Troian asked hopefully. “Kidding,” she added after a moment.

“We’ll see,” JoAnna muttered. “Talk to you soon.”

“It’ll all work out, Jo,” Troian told her. “It has to.”

“Yeah, it has to,” JoAnna admitted. She hung up and lay back on the bed for a moment. She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, she heard the door slam shut and Jason calling for her.

“Hey babe, you here?” he asked, walking right into the bedroom. “Whoa- Since when do you sleep naked in the afternoon.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t sleeping,” JoAnna tried to protest, not realizing the hole she was digging herself.

He smiled wolfishly. “Oh really? Why else would you be naked at this time of day unless-” He stopped seeing the camera on the bed next to her. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” JoAnna asked.

“The camera,” Jason asked, smiling. “Were you taking naughty pictures?

“I was trying to,” JoAnna muttered.

“Babe, you don’t have to take naughty pics just for me,” Jason said, taking off his shirt as he approached his bed. “But if you want me to help you…”

And so JoAnna ended up posing for several pictures, ranging from half-naked to full on X-rated, all with the help of her fiancé, who then fucked her silly.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:30:43 AM

He thought the pics stayed on a memory card and never went anywhere - after all, what need did he have for them? He could see JoAnna naked pretty much any time he wanted.

But they didn’t stay there. The first chance she got, JoAnna went and printed them off, buying brand new photo paper and ink for her seldom used photo printer. Once printed out, JoAnna returned the memory card to the camera, in case Jason ever went looking for those pics. JoAnna took the printed copies and put them in a large manila envelope which she hid under the bathroom sink, behind her tampons - a place Jason would flat out refuse to look unless the sink started leaking, and if it did, the water would ruin the pics.

She did feel bad using her fiance like that, letting him take the pictures she would send to her prison girlfriend he knew nothing about. But he had taken several beautiful shots, and she knew Shay would adore them. Every time she mailed a new one to Remy Hadley, JoAnna would fantasize about Shay opening the letter, seeing the new pic, and then masturbating to the increasingly erotic images of JoAnna. This often lead to JoAnna masturbating herself, though sometimes she managed to hold off until Jason came home and he could take care of her needs.

JoAnna thought that might have been part of the problem. She really did still enjoy sex with Jason. But he wasn’t Shay, and more and more, Shay was who JoAnna wanted.

*   *   *

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me harder, ma’am! Fuck me harder!”

Reiko Aylesworth smiled and slammed the strap-on dildo deeper into her personal assistant, Isabel Lucas. But while Isabel was stark naked and bent over Reiko’s desk, the brunette’s attention was on the scaffolding outside her window. That was what was really turning her on.

After all this time and all the dirty deeds she’d done, Reiko Aylesworth was being made partner in her law firm. In a few weeks Lychan Hollowman would be Lychan Hollowman & Aylesworth. It meant riches and power and prestige and all the things Reiko had been after all her life.

It hadn’t been easy. No, she’d had to do some awful, awful things. Get guilty clients off. Sell out small businesses. Lie to police and federal officials. And being a woman, she’d had to sleep with a fair number of people she hadn’t wanted to. Like all the men over the years. She was a well-known lesbian, which made her popular in San Francisco, but it also meant every judge and opposing council with a penis that thought she was cute wanted to be the one to “turn her.” So far, none had succeeded, but a lot had tried.

She’d also had to go and get married - to Dr. Ming-Na Wen, a respected lesbian head of neuroscience at San Fran Mass General. Except Ming-Na wasn’t at all a lesbian. She preferred men, but maintained the lesbian fantasy in order to get all sorts of local funding for her hospital from San Fran’s gay community. While Reiko had insisted on feasting upon Ming-Na’s pussy at least once a month to maintain the illusion, both women had lovers on the side - several in Reiko’s case - and preferred it that way. 

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:32:47 AM

But of all the awful things Reiko had been forced to do to get where she was today, working for Rhona Mitra had to be the worst. The crime boss not only owned Lychan Hollowman (though legally that was impossible to prove), she provided more than a fair number of the clients for the law firm, both innocent and guilty. But when it became clear Reiko wanted more than to just be a mid-level lawyer getting burglars and drunks off their misdemeanor and felony charges, Rhona had insisted she start doing  more than just being a lawyer.

First had come the sex. Reiko had expected that, as it was how she’d gotten anywhere in the law firm. But beyond satisfying Rhona and her various girlfriends in bed, Reiko had been forced to do some other things. Illegal things. Somewhere in Rhona’s possession were a pair of videos. One was of Reiko doing some nasty sexual things with two underaged girls and a transsexual hooker. That was bad enough to ruin her career, but it was the video of Reiko driving the getaway car for a pharmacy robbery that had ended with two pharmacists dead that really kept the lawyer under Rhona‘s thumb. Reiko had ironically gotten the man who committed that crime off on a technicality, but there was still a warrant out there for her arrest, should she ever be identified as the driver.   

Rhona still held those tapes over Reiko, and still regularly fucked the lawyer, though lately she’d just been sending her slutty, crazy girlfriend, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley to do all the fucking. She was a good lay, but she enjoyed causing pain and tying Reiko to the bed. And then there was the time Ming-Na had walked in on them, and Rosie had forced the doctor to get involved…

“Oh fuck! FUCK! FUCK!” Isabel started crying out beneath Reiko, bringing her mind back to the present. Much like Rhona used Reiko, Reiko used Isabel for random sexual pleasure. Isabel didn’t seem to mind, but Reiko had made it a point to keep her away from Rhona. Just in case.

“Cum for me, my little slut,” Reiko said, looking down at Isabel thrashing on the desk beneath her. The young Aussie looked particularly delicious split upon the thick black dildo Reiko had strapped around her hips. Always obedient, Isabel began to climax almost as soon as her boss ordered her too, thrashing about even more and her blood boiled over and orgasm took her. Reiko smiled, feeling her own wetness begin to drip down her legs as Isabel collapsed atop the desk, spent. That’s what turned Reiko Aylesworth on - driving a woman so crazy she climaxed just by being told to. It was one of the reasons she fucked Isabel so much while still keeping her around as an assistant - she took orders so very well.

Reiko removed the dildo from Isabel with a satisfying slurp, and casually started to strip it off. She didn’t need it any more this morning, and Isabel wasn’t allowed to use it. By the time the harness hit the floor, Isabel was sitting up, her body aglow with post-coital sweat, with a healthy mix of girl-cum laced around her crotch.

“Good girl,” Reiko said, smiling as she sat down in her chair. Her skirt was still hiked up, and her own panties said on the floor beneath her desk, unlike Isabel’s clothing, which was scattered across the room.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:34:40 AM

Isabel ignored it all, and got between Reiko’s legs, hiding her naked body beneath the desk as she went about orally pleasuring her boss.

“Mmmm, yes,” Reiko groaned in delight. “Good girl,” she added, stroking Isabel’s hair like she was a pet or something. She essentially was, Reiko mused. A good little pussy eating pet.

Reiko would’ve happily sat there for an hour or more, letting Isabel wear her tongue and jaw out getting her boss off, but not five minutes in, the phone rang. It was Steven down at the front desk.

“Miss Aylesworth, the FBI is here to see you.”

Reiko blinked, but put her hand upon Isabel’s head, pinning it in place so her assistant knew to keep licking. “What do they want?”

“To speak with you. It’s Agents Bell, Sursok and Mitchell, ma’am,” Steven reported.

Suddenly, Reiko felt turned on for more than just Isabel’s efforts. FBI Agent Kristen Bell had made quite the impression on Reiko the last time she’d come calling, months ago. A cute little blonde thing, she was the sort of girl Reiko had always fallen for, at least physically. Perhaps this time, she could get more than just some backtalk out of the agent.

“Send them up,” she said, letting go of Isabel. As soon as the phone disconnected, Reiko pulled back and let her assistant get out from beneath the large mahogany desk. “Get dressed. I need you to distract the other two agents.”

“Mmm, happily when it comes to Agent Sursok,” Isabel said. She and Tammin had engaged in a little cop fantasy sex the last time the FBI had come calling.

“Beverley will probably join you,” Reiko said. She knew all about Rhona Mitra’s plant in the San Fran FBI office - she’d assembled a large legal docket for the day Beverley was found out, and unless she went and did something stupid like kill another agent, Reiko was fairly confident she could get Mitchell off scot-free, which was what Rhona Mitra wanted.

Isabel raced about getting dressed, but blouse was still unbuttoned, revealing her bra-less tits as the door to the outer office opened and the three FBI agents arrived.

“T-thank you, Isabel,” Reiko said, giving the younger woman time to cover up. “Agent Bell, so good to see you again.”

“Miss Aylesworth,” Kristen said. “I understand congratulations are in order. Your name is going up on the building.”

“Making partner has its privileges. Perhaps you’d like to help me celebrate? I have a lovely bottle of champagne on ice, and I could get us a private room at the hotel across the street in a matter of moments.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 06:36:15 AM

“I thought you were married,” Beverley Mitchell said, her voice not betraying the humor she found in her statement.

“Hardly a reason to skip out on champagne with a beautiful woman,” Reiko said, flashing a snarl towards Beverley but then turning her considerable charm back towards Kristen. “Isabel,” Reiko added. “Why don’t you show Agents Sursok and Mitchell the conference room. Get them whatever they need.”

“We haven’t even told you why we’re here yet,” Kristen said.

“Oh, I’m sure we’re happy to help the FBI,” Reiko said. “And you, Agent Bell. Now, will you join me for that drink?”

“I’m on duty,” Kristen said.

“I won’t tell,” Reiko said, her eyes sparkling as the others left the room.

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Oh, but I’m such an agreeable person when I’ve had a drink or two,” Reiko smiled. Still horny from the unfinished work Isabel had left, Reiko wanted nothing more than to seal the deal with the sexy Agent Kristen Bell.

“Then by all means, get sloppy drunk,” Kristen said. “What do you know about a woman named Rhona Mitra?”

Reiko Aylesworth was one of the more experienced trial lawyers in all of San Francisco, and a practiced liar. She didn’t even blink when Rhona’s name came out of Kristen’s sexy little lips. “Can’t say I have, Agent Bell,” Reiko said. “Should I have?”

“She’s the head of a major crime element here in California. Probably more than a few of your clients have a connection to her.”

“If they do, they haven’t mentioned it to me. Should I start asking?” Reiko asked, coming over to stand closer to Kristen. Reiko wondered what the diminutive Fed would say if she knew Reiko’s panties were on the floor under her desk and not covering her ass under this skirt.

“You think you’re clever, Miss Aylesworth,” Kristen said.

“I think you’re sexy,” Reiko came back. “And I think I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“You ARE married, aren’t you?” Kristen said.

“That’s never stopped me before,” Reiko said, leaning in closer to whisper in Kristen’s ear. “Besides, doesn’t that make it hotter?”

Kristen frowned, clearly considering things. Ever since she’d last visited, Reiko had made it a point to follow up on Kristen Bell. Credited with helping to solve the SF8 heist and kidnappings, she was a rising star in the local FBI office, and probably could’ve been leading her own office somewhere else, if she’d just leave the Rhona Mitra case to someone else. But Kristen was stubborn, and that made her that much more attractive to Reiko.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 07:49:45 AM

“I’m not here to flirt with you, Miss Aylesworth,” Kristen said. “I need information on-”

“I’m afraid we don’t have the information you’re looking for, Agent Bell,” Reiko said, switching tactics suddenly. “If you need information on this Rhona woman, you’ll have to find it elsewhere. My law firm certainly doesn’t handle such things.”

Kristen looked a little surprised, as Reiko’s about face caught her off-guard. “Uh…”

“Now, if there’s nothing else?” Reiko asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively towards Kristen.

“Uh, no, not really,” Kristen said, suddenly quite flummoxed. Hadn’t this woman just been coming on to her?

“Then I suggest you and your junior agents leave,” Reiko said, sitting down behind her desk, her foot pushing her panties closer to the front of the desk. If Krsiten had just looked down…

“I’ll be back,” Kristen finally said, turning to leave.

Reiko let her get as far as the door. “Agent Bell, I’ll be at the Rosemont tonight. You’ve heard of it?” she said, stopping the Fed at the door.

“I’ve had dinner there once or twice, yes,” Kristen said.

“Meet me there, and we can discuss things, off the record,” Reiko added.

“What things?”

“Things like who pays for some of my clients, and what sexual positions you’ll assume on a first date,” Reiko said. “See you at 7:30. Wear something slutty.”

*   *   *

“She actually told you to wear something slutty?” Tammin said as the three Feds got into their car down in the parking garage.

“Yes, she did,” Kristen said.

“So what are we going to do?” Beverley asked.

“You two are going to start looking into who owns Lychan Hollowman,” Kristen said. “I’m going to go buy something slutty to wear to dinner tonight.”

“You’re really going to go out with that woman?” Beverley asked, surprised.

“I am, and if it’ll get me even an inch closer to Rhona Mitra, I’ll not only put out on the first date, but I’ll let her do whatever she wants to me,” Kristen Bell said firmly. “I’m getting sick and tired of hunting for this woman. If I have to use my body to find her, I will.”

*   *   *

The hot shower water beat down over Victoria Justice’s naked body, and the young stripper was still shivering. Alone in perhaps the fanciest hotel room she’d ever seen, Victoria was trying to wash away her fears, while also getting ready for the night ahead.

Her four months were up, and it was time she proved her loyalty to the Spectacular again.

Charisma had come to her earlier in the week and essentially told her that flat out, making it clear that Victoria wouldn’t get any more work shifts until after she met with Charisma’s boss’ girlfriend. And by meet, Charisma meant fuck. Victoria had know it was coming - Charisma had told her back that first day she got hired. But now it was here, and she was nervous.

Hardly the innocent little lesbian virgin she’d been when she’d walked into Charisma’s office four months ago, Victoria was still nervous. Both Emannuelle and Adrianne had tried to cheer her up (through sex) and Charisma had even given her some pointers (“do whatever she tells you and remember, she’s only got the one night”), but none of that clamed her fears.

She’d tried distracting herself, too. She’d woken up and fucked Dan pretty senseless before telling him she had to work all night and wouldn’t be back until morning. It was true, in a sense. She just wasn’t working as a stripper.

She was working as a whore.

Her phone beeped, telling her she was down to the last half-hour before her newest lover would arrive, and Victoria reluctantly shut off the water and got out of the shower. Patting herself down with a towel, Victoria dried herself and looked in the mirror, making it a point to not look herself in the eyes. She didn’t trust herself not to cry if she did so.

Why was she doing this, she wondered as she applied the perfume provided to her by Charisma. She wasn’t a whore, and yet she was basically selling her body to keep her job. Yes, Victoria was making good money working at Spectacular - though how, she wasn’t entirely sure, the place was rarely all that busy. But she’d had to sleep with Charisma, and now this Rosie woman, and in two more months, she’d have to put out again for Rosie’s girlfriend and Charisma’s boss, Rhona Mitra.

Dan had even gone a found a job. Sure, he was working as a waiter, but he was helping to pay the bills. Victoria could go get another job, somewhere where she didn’t have to sleep with her superiors.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 07:57:15 AM

She knew this, but for some reason, she just couldn’t bring herself to leave. Maybe, she thought, if tonight went bad, it would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, letting Victoria run screaming from this job and into a better life.

It wasn’t like she wanted to be a stripper, she told herself as she slid on the whitest pair of lace panties she’d ever seen. She was just doing it to get by. She’d come to Los Angeles to be a performer, like about a billion other girls her age. A singer, a dancer, an actress. She wanted to be famous.

She was hardly that. She’d yet to even topline at the Spectacular. Those sorta billings went to Nicole or Adrianne or even Hannah. Charisma had offered once, but Victoria would’ve had to toss Charisma’s salad, and she hadn’t been feeling very well, so Emmanuelle had taken the offer instead. So Victoria languished away, a barely-known stripper in a small club hidden away in Los Angeles, far away from the movie sets and arena stadiums she’d always dreamed of being on.

And yet, she still couldn’t leave.

Victoria threw a black silk robe over her body, and proceeded to dry her hair, wondering what kind of woman wanted her stripper-lover to wear white panties and a black robe. Perhaps it didn’t really matter. Victoria probably wouldn’t be wearing either for very long.

She spent the next several minutes touching up her makeup. Nothing heavy, and even her lipstick was subdued, as apparently Rosie did not want it smeared all over during their time together. With her hair done and her face on, Victoria left the hotel bathroom and went and sat on the bed. She had maybe ten minutes before Rosie was supposed to get there.

Rosie was ten minutes late, just enough to make Victoria a little nervous. Then the door swung open, and a very British hurricane swept in.

“Oh, good, you’re still here Luv,” Rosie said. She wore business casual, a pencil grey skirt and matching jacket, and a white blouse underneath, her long legs otherwise bare, her shoes already in her hands.

“I was told to wait,” Victoria said carefully.

“Good, good. Be a dear and take these,” Rosie said, motioning towards the shopping bags she held in each hand. Victoria quickly jumped up to take them, putting them on the table while Rosie stripped off her coat and hung it up in the closet. “So you’re Victoria, are you? You’re younger than I thought.”

“Sorry?” Victoria offered, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, no, that’s good. I love young girls. If you’re old enough to be stripping, that’s old enough for me. Take your robe off please.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 07:59:16 AM

Victoria almost missed the command, but quickly shrugged out of her robe, leaving her standing in the middle of the room in just her panties.

“Oh my, you ARE lovely,” Rosie said, slowly circling the younger woman. Suddenly, Victoria felt like a horse at market. Rosie did everything but check her teeth.

“Nice legs, shapely ass. Tits could be bigger, but that’s what surgery is for, right Luv?”

“I like my tits-OUCH!” Victoria started to protest, but Rosie swatted her ass to shut her up.

“Less attitude, please,” Rosie said casually, running her fingers lightly through Victoria’s hair. “Mousy. Could use more volume. You’re a stripper, after all. One must look the part.”

“I’m standing here half naked, how much more stripper-y could I look?” Victoria asked.

“You’re not here as a stripper, luv,” Rosie said, pinching one of Victoria’s nipples. “You’re here as my whore for the night. Get on the bed, face down.”

Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine, but did as she was told, laying flat on the bed. Rosie quickly came along and slapped Victoria’s ass once, hard.

“Ouch!”

“No complaining,” Rosie said. “Or the pain will get worse. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Y-yes,” she admitted. Charisma already knew about Dan, so chances were Rosie did, too, and this was just a test.

“Has he had your ass? Has anyone had your ass?”

“Y-yes. He’s had it. And so did Charisma.”

“Very good, luv,” Rosie said, brushing her hand across the exposed cheeks on either side of Victoria’s thong. Then she quickly slapped her again, twice, once on either cheek, making Victoria jump. This time, the younger girl kept her mouth shut.

“A quick learner, excellent,” Rosie said rubbing the redness of Victoria’s buttocks. Rosie hooked her fingers under the waistband of Victoria’s thong and pulled it down the stripper’s legs. Now naked, Victoria looked up in time to see Rosie casually stuffing Victoria’s thong into her purse.

“Guess I’m going home commando,” Victoria said.

Rosie slapped her bare ass again, hard. “No one likes a smart-ass,” she said, her accent somehow making that statement sound sexy instead of condescending. “Though your ass is quite fit, I’ll give it that.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:01:03 AM

“Thank you?” Victoria replied.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Rosie corrected, reaching down between Victoria’s legs to gently stroke the other girl’s pussy lips.

“Mmmm, thank you, ma’am,” Victoria cooed, her pussy coming alive at the other woman’s touch. God, why was she such a slut for other women? Victoria could get fucked by Dan for hours at a time, and never feel quite as aroused as she did at the slightest touch from Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.

“But me, first,” Rosie said, pulling her hand away. The pouty-lipped Brit walked up to the head of the bed, casually trailing her hand up Victoria’s bare skin as she went. She stopped at the top and hiked up her skirt. She’d arrived commando - maybe she intended to wear Victoria’s thong home, the stripped mused as Rosie sat down on the bed. For a moment, the older girl shuffled about a bit, then sat with her ass backed up against the pillows, her legs spread wide to reveal her bare pussy.

“Get to licking, Luv, or I’ll swat your ass so hard, you’ll not sit down again.”

Victoria eased up the bed until her head was up against Rosie’s crotch, Victoria’s breath sending pleasurable shivers through the other woman. The stripper hesitated, just a moment, and Rosie grabbed her hair. Hard.

“I said LICK,” Rosie insisted, shoving Victoria’s face down into her crotch. This time, Victoria obeyed, tasting Rosie’s juices almost immediately. By now, Victoria had performed her fair share of cunnilingus, and knew all the right ways to move her mouth and tongue to get a woman off. But as experienced as she was, she could hardly move the way Rosie was painfully holding Victoria’s hair. This was far more than Victoria was used to. A little light spanking, sure, but Rosie was practically pulling her hair out of her head! And all so Victoria would lick her?

“HARDER!” Rosie demanded. A moment later, there was a sharp sting on Victoria’s ass, and she cried out - though the sound was quite muffled by Rosie’s crotch.

“Don’t care for my riding crop, do you Luv?” Rosie asked, pulling Victoria up enough to show the black leather item to her. “Shame that, it clearly loves your bottom.” Rosie slapped her again, twice, in rapid succession, all without leaving the comfort of her seat.

“OW!” Victoria cried out.

“LICK ME HARDER,” Rosie demanded, shoving the young stripper’s face back down between her legs.

Victoria licked harder. And harder. And harder.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:02:47 AM

According to the clock, it only took nine minutes, but to Victoria it felt like an eternity. Considering how loud she’d been screaming at the stripper between her legs, Victoria had expected Rosie to be loud when she climaxed, but to her surprise, the Brit merely rocked her crotch harder against Victoria’s chin and gave a surprisingly timid little “mmmph” as her body went rigid and climax overtook her. Victoria wasn’t even sure that was an orgasm, and kept right on licking until Rosie let go of her hair and shoved her away, practically knocking Victoria off the bed.

“Not bad, not bad,” Rosie admitted, clearly catching her breath. “Now, you lay down up here, on your back. Quickly Luv,” Rosie said. Victoria didn’t hesitate, but she was worried about what Rosie was going to do next.  As Victoria got herself into position, Rosie went to one of her shopping bags and pulled out two pairs of novelty handcuffs, the kind with pink fluff running around them to soften them up. They were made of cheap plastic, but locked all the same, and as the beautiful Brit approached the bed again, Victoria could guess where this was going.

“Arms up, either side,” Rosie said, slapping Victoria’s naked thigh to emphasis the point. Victoria glanced up and saw the two bed posts to which her arms would soon be cuffed. For a heartbeat, she thought about leaving, quitting, and not looking back. But she didn’t, and then Rosie was on her, and soon Victoria Justice was handcuffed naked to a bed.

Rosie went back to her bags - not without hitting Victoria’s thigh again, forcefully - and pulled out a strap-on dildo. Victoria had half expected it, but the thing was giant, eight inches if it was an inch, all black and evil looking. Strapped around Rosie’s hips, it looked even bigger, like some kind of perverted caricature of a penis attached to a gorgeous woman. Victoria wanted to get away even more now, even as part of her couldn’t wait to feel the giant phallus deep inside her.

“Never been fucked by anything this big before, Luv?” Rosie asked.

“N-no, ma’am.”

“It’s going to hurt,” Rosie said as she climbed onto the bed between Victoria’s legs. “You want my advice, relax. We’ve got all night, and three different holes to fill with this bloody beauty.”

“Three?” Victoria asked. She didn’t get an answer. Instead, Rosie shoved the head of the plastic cock into Victoria’s wet slit, making the young stripper gasp. “OHMYGAWD!” Victoria exclaimed as the Rosie began working the strap-on into her. It hurt. A lot. Victoria had never had anything this big inside her before, and she felt like she was getting torn in two as Rosie slowly but steadily shoved the black monster deeper and deeper.

“That’s it. Take it like the good little slut you are,” Rosie said, forcing the dildo deeper into Victoria while also stroking the younger girl’s hair gently. “It hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

“Please!” Victoria begged. “It’s too much!”

“No it’s not,” Rosie said, shoving it in deeper.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:03:31 AM

“It is! Please! Please!”

“Beg for it!” Rosie said, shoving harder.

“Please!” Victoria cried out.

“Beg for it!”

“Please, please give it to me!” Victoria exclaimed without thinking.

“What?” Rosie demanded. “What do you want me to give you?”

“The cock!”

“What cock?”

“Your big hard cock! Please, please, please fuck me with it, ma’am!”

Rosie actually cooed with glee. “Good girl,” she said, easing her forceful entry. She reached down between herself and Victoria and began stroking the American’s clit. Victoria gasped at once, not expecting the pleasure she was suddenly feeling. Rosie was still pounding her with the strap-on, but was now also fingering her clit at the same time, doubling the sensations. Already stretched well past her limits, Victoria broke almost at once.

“OH FUCK YES!” She cried aloud as orgasm overtook her young body. A wash of ecstasy bashed through her nerves as Rosie kept right on pounding and fingering her, even as the young stripper lost all sense of thought. Rosie quite literally fucked Victoria unconscious.

The younger girl awoke a short time later, much to Rosie’s amusement.

“Good good, you’re awake,” she said. She still wore the strap-on and nothing else, but had been flipping through some trashy gossip mag, looking both incredibly at-ease and incredibly sexy at the same time. “Lay on your stomach now, please.”

“W-what?” Victoria asked, groggily sitting up.

“Your stomach. It’s time I fucked your ass, sweetie,” Rosie said, putting down the magazine and walking back towards the bed, the dildo swaying between her legs.

“Can I - can I just have a, a moment?” Victoria asked, even as Rosie got on the bed.

“You slept through your moment,” Rosie said, taking Victoria by the shoulder and pushing her until she rolled over. Her perky little ass now in the air, Victoria lay there, quivering, waiting for the pain she was certain she was going to receive.

Rosie had gotten some lube and now squirted a generous dollop onto Victoria’s back entrance, where she started to spread it in carefully. For a brief moment, Victoria thought about running. About quitting, about leaving for good. This was so much further than she’d even thought about going.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:06:31 AM

But something, besides her bonds, kept her from moving. No, as much as she hated the fact, as much as she wished it wasn’t true, Victoria Justice was kind of liking this.

Then Rosie pressed the tip of the dildo against Victoria’s puckered ass, and without warning shoved it in hard enough to plop the “head” in. Victoria cried out in pain, but Rosie ignored it and slowly started working her way in. It took several long, painful moments, but finally Rosie bottomed out, her crotched pressed tight against Victoria’s shapely behind, where she stopped and let the young stripper catch her breath and get used to having so much inside her.

“Stop complaining,” Rosie said, even as she started to thrust in and out of the young stripper. “I could do much worse to you.”

Victoria found that hard to believe, but she didn’t know Rosie Huntington-Whiteley that well.

The ass fucking went on for several long minutes. In her prone position, Victoria couldn’t see the clock on the bed table, but Rosie worked her ass over to the point where the young stripper was almost - ALMOST - enjoying it.

Then suddenly, without warning, Rosie pulled out. “Shame I can’t do what I’d like to you strippers,” Rosie said, scratching a line down Victoria’s ass with a single fingernail. Victoria winced, but compared to the rough ass fucking, this pain was barely noticeable.

“Help me get this off,” Rosie said, fiddling with the harness. “Then I’m going to go take a shower, and you’re going to help me clean up.”

“Sure,” Victoria said, figuring all this was finally over.

“Then we’ll get into bed, and we can really start fucking,” Rosie added casually. Victoria winced again, this time at the pain she figured was coming. It was going to be a very long night.

*******

“So this is how TV people live,” said JoAnna.

“Yeah, glitz and glamour all the way,” laughed Troian Bellisario as she welcomed the redhead into their apartment. Not HER apartment – never HER apartment. As far as Troian was concerned it was still THEIR place; her roommate/girlfriend Hayden Panettiere was just off staying somewhere else for a while. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just some water, thanks. How’s she bearing up?” asked JoAnna, sitting down on the sofa.

“The last time I saw her she was pretty good,” the brunette answered as she poured out two glasses of Evian. “At least I didn’t run into her parents that time.”

“Tell me about it,” JoAnna said sympathetically – she’d gotten the evil eye from one or two mothers in her time and she was officially a good girl, so…

“Got a little present for you,” Troian continued, handing JoAnna her drink and then taking out a burner phone. “Use this to call me now.”

“Ooh, subterfuge. I like it,” laughed the redhead. Things to break tension aside, it would cut down the chance of her having to make up stories about who she was talking to around Jason.

“How far’ve you got?” JoAnna continued, spotting a small chip by Troian’s glass.

“About halfway,” Troian replied. “It would’ve been easier if it didn’t have to be so detailed…”

It being the map, which basically had to be done twice – once for the topography of the mountain Remy Hadley was built on, and once for the blueprints of the prison pipes to be laid on top of the image. It had taken Troian some time to track down the specifications online, and it would have been easier if she could have trusted someone else (JoAnna had offered to help with it, but Troian had pointed out that she couldn’t guarantee that someone at work or at home wouldn’t wonder what she was up to). The upside was that getting the pieces to Hayden – INTO Hayden, actually - was fun.

The first time Troian and Hayden had made love on visiting day the former had whispered to the latter that there was something extra inside her, and to pass it on to Roselyn – Troian had originally wanted to insert the chip inside the fluid of the dildo she’d brought with her and pump it into Hayden that way, but she would have had to place it right at the top of the lotion packet and even then it might sink lower or otherwise not make the journey as planned. So she’d secured the chip to the underside with a little adhesive, and had made sure the dildo went synthetic balls deep inside Hayden, leaving the chip inside when she pulled out. Another time she’d kept it under her tongue and passed it to the blonde when they kissed, but even though it had worked both women couldn’t hide the fear that it might get swallowed accidentally, and it got in the way of their fucking; so afterwards for the most part it was vagina to vagina.

“Got to leave for Remy Hadley in an hour,” Troian said casually. “Thank heaven I don’t have to go right now.”

“How come?” JoAnna asked.

“I mean I don’t have to GO right now, know what I mean?” the brunette said, lowering her shorts as if there wasn’t anyone else but her there.

JoAnna knew she should have been casual about this; after all, she had one of those things as well. But she wasn’t really the kind of woman to sit with it spread apart in the presence of others, let alone slide a finger inside as if she was at a Hustler photoshoot.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:10:31 AM

She tried not to glue her eyes to her companion picking up the tiny chip, carefully wrapped so as not to be affected in any way by her natural secretions.

“Don’t they ever search you?” asked JoAnna.

“Sure they do – Remy Hadley doesn’t screw around with anyone seeing the San Fran Eight. I can push this real deep though; they haven’t found anything yet.”

Not one to turn down a chance to mix business with pleasure, Troian let her fingers move around inside her slot for possibly a little longer than necessary as she carefully placed the chip inside. She just couldn’t resist giving herself a few flicks; closing her eyes, she slipped the fingertips around within as she guided the chip further up her. She could see Hayden replacing the fingers with her own tongue, excavating inside and licking upwards until she found it and gently teased it out with her tongue, solving the problem of getting the chip without ruining sex – Hayden was a fast worker when she could be, and Troian’s orgasm would wrap up the transfer.

That was one way; either her girlfriend’s mouth would do the job or it would be transferred when they gave the guards watching on the security systems blue balls by scissoring each other, with Troian pushing the chip out while grinding against her blonde lover, and Hayden using her pussy muscles to draw it inside her. The thought of her tiny warm beloved made Troian break into a huge grin as she withdrew her shiny fingers – and noticed JoAnna watching her intensely. She ALMOST offered the redhead her fingers with a suggestion to lick them off.

“All done… you still having trouble with selfies?” Troian asked casually.

“And how,” said JoAnna. “I don’t know how these celebs do it.”

“Practice,” laughed the other. “You can take some of me if you want…”

“Very flattering and open of you, but you’re not really my type,” JoAnna said, hastily averting her eyes from between the brunette’s legs.

“It’s all you, you, you,” Troian chuckled. “They’re for Hayden.”

JoAnna blushed at that.

“You know, it can get a little lonely around here,” Troian continued, standing and finally pulling her shorts up. “I got friends, yeah, but sometimes I could use something extra… and I know you still miss Shay…”

“Troian, I told you before – no. I’m in a relationship.”

“I’m not looking to break up you and Jason… I just want a little companionship.”

“You’ve got conjugal visits,” JoAnna said gently. “And your girl won’t run off with Jaime or whoever when they break out.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:11:35 AM

“Yeah, I know…” Troian let her voice tail off. “Can I at least kiss you?”

“Just on the lips,” replied the other. “And just once.”

Troian nodded, and she came closer to JoAnna while willing herself to keep her arms by her sides – the last thing she wanted to do was freak a friend out. Telling herself not to grab JoAnna’s tresses, the brunette kissed her soft lips for several long seconds… nice. She wasn’t Hayden, but she’d do.

JoAnna, for her part, found herself wanting to slip her tongue into Troian’s mouth more than she’d thought. But a deal was a deal; lips only. And then no lips at all, as Troian broke away.

“You’re no Shay,” JoAnna said, smiling. “But you’ll do. Tell Hayden I said hi… maybe I’ll take the snaps next time.”

“It’s a deal, Ellen von Neuwirth,” Troian laughed.

*******

“I had a nice time tonight.”

“Me, too,” Kristen Bell admitted, not at all lying as she got out of Reiko Aylesworth’s Lexus. Kristen was slipping out of the back seat, having just barely pulled her panties and shoes back on. Reiko had offered to take the FBI agent back to a hotel, but Kristen had lied and said she was rushed for time, settling instead of a quickie in the backseat. That quickie had lasted two hours and left both women dangerously close to being dehydrated.

“Can I see you again tomorrow night?”

“Working,” Kristen said. “Thursday?” she asked.

“I’ve got a stack of depositions I should be going through that night,” Reiko said with a sigh. “Maybe another quickie.”

“Your wife really doesn’t mind?”

“She gets hers once a month, and has her lovers on the side,” Reiko reminded Kristen. She didn’t need to. Agents Mitchell and Sursok had spent a solid two weeks shadowing Reiko’s wife, Dr. Ming-Na Wen, who sure enough was sleeping with both another doctor and a scrub nurse - both men. She also had a slight gambling problem and probably drank more than she should, but made enough money that it hardly mattered. She also clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass that her lesbian wife was cheating on her and working for less-than-savory characters.

“Then I’ll see you Thursday,” Kristen said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:17:18 AM

“Leave the panties at home this time,” Reiko said with a wink. Kristen tried not to let her pussy quiver at that statement, failed, and stepped back from the car so Reiko could drive off. Waving until Reiko turned away, Kristen made a big show of walking up the steep steps towards her San Francisco apartment building. She fumbled for her keys, unlocked the door, and went inside, closing and locking it behind her. She stood by the door for a count of ten, then cut through to the back and exited out the laundry door. She had to sneak through the broken fence between the small lot her building was in and the one on the street behind it, but she was small and didn’t have much trouble. She cut around the building, making sure to keep an eye out for anyone suspicious - Reiko or anyone who she might have hired to follow the FBI agent - then pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number programmed into her speed dial. No one answered, but a minute later a plain white sedan with no markings pulled up. Kristen got into the passenger side, and turned to look at Tammin Sursok driving.

“Where’s Beverley?”

“Her night off,” Tammin said. “How’d your date go?”

“Nothing new to report. That girl has fingers like an electric egg beater.”

“Mmm, I bet,” Tammin said. “Jessica wants us to swing by the off-site computer lab.”

“What for?” Kristen asked.

“They got a lead for us there, apparently,” Tammin said with a shrug. She was already driving there.

The FBI’s San Fran office was mostly contained in one building, but because of the increasingly computer-based nature of their work, they’d outgrown their available space for servers and experts pretty quickly. Since they couldn’t expand the office - real estate in San Fran was insanely expensive, even for the government - they’d opted to move a lot of their computer ops to an off-site location halfway across town. It took Tammin almost forty-five minutes to get there, during which time Kristen found herself wishing she’d had time to have a quick shower - she smelled very much of sex and Reiko’s expensive perfume.

Soon enough, Kristen and Tammin were walking into the offices, their badges getting them past the rather extensive security. Once inside, Tammin took the lead, guiding Kristen to the floor and office they were looking for.

Office was probably an overstatement. More of an expanded cubicle which happened to face the corner window on the third floor. It didn’t have doors, though that had apparently not stopped the woman in the office from decorating it how she liked. And she liked the nerdy girls. The walls were plastered with pics of female sci-fi characters. From Seven-of-Nine to Princess Leia, to a giant picture of some leggy redhead named Pond from Doctor Who. Wonder Woman, the new Uhura, even some Japanese anime girls. There wasn’t a single pic of a guy in the cubicle, not even behind any of the women.

“Can I help you?” a raven-haired girl with a fantastic pair of tits asked, looking up over a pair of wire framed glasses from her laptop. “Oh, hey BJ.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:18:43 AM

“Kristen, this is Kat Dennings, one of our computer analysts," Tammin said by way of introduction.

“Hey,” Kat said, waving.

“You have something for us?”

“You‘re looking into Lychan Hollowman & Aylesworth, right? Is Elena so much hotter now that she‘s a Vampire?” Kat said. Kristen and Tammin exchanged confused looks. “Sorry, the answer is yes,” Kat said finally.

“If you say so,” Kristen said.

“Right,” Kat muttered. “Well, BJ here had me looking into this Aylesworth woman you’re dating.”

“Investigating,” Kristen corrected.

“Hey, I’d happily investigate her,” Kat muttered quietly. “She’s pretty clean directly. But her company? Not so much. Lychan Hollowman & Aylesworth appears to be a pretty straight-and-narrow these days, but when it first started a decade or so ago, it wasn’t quite so legal.”

“Explain.”

“Well, the funding for it for starters,” Kat said. “Two senior lawyers, Marcus Lychan and Kevin Hollowman leave two other successful firms - rumor has it they were both fired, but their employment records aren’t available for some reason - and start their own firm. Except at the time, Lychan was flat broke and Hollowman owed six different banks a total of almost seven million dollars. If they started in someone’s garage, I could see them doing it, but three days after quitting their jobs, Hollowman buys a fifteen story building in downtown San Francisco. That just doesn’t happen.”

“So where’d the money come from?” Tammin asked.

“Absolutely no clue. It’s like they woke up with a wad of cash under their bed.

“There’s no record? At all?” Kristen asked.

“Not one hint. I do have a guess though.”

“What?” Tammin and Kristen asked together.

“He might have inherited it. The Hollowman’s used to be pretty big in the shipping business here in San Fran, and if you go back far enough, they owned a fair chunk of the rail roads back around the time the Intercontinental Railroad was completed. Real old money there.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:21:31 AM

“So mom and dad bail him out, and he buys a law firm?”

“I don’t think it was mom and dad. Or his grandparents or any other direct relative. The Hollowman family tree is a little wonky, some scandal in the 20s disowning half the clan and almost every man has a bastard or two to his credit. There’s no record of the family at all in the 1970s, and yet they made a bundle in the stock market in the 80s even as the market crashed around them.”

“Waitaminute,” Kristen said. “Is it possible Hollowman is connected? Like to the mob?”

“Someone‘s using the Force,” Kat smiled, nodding at Kristen. “I think Hollowman’s family might just be THE family.”

“So how does that help us?” Tammin asked.

“Come on, BJ,” Kat said. “Who runs the local mob in these parts? Little ghost by the name of Rhona Mitra, right? Right?”

“So we just need to find out who paid for Lychan Hollowman to get started, and we’ve got a place to start looking for Rhona,” Kristen said with a smile. “Good work, Kat.”

“Thanks!” Kat beamed, clearly impressed with the praise. Her chest puffed out a little, which did wonderful things to the Lost Girl t-shirt she was wearing.

“Come on, BJ,” Kristen said. “I’ve gotta get Jessica to clear a full financial search on Lychan Hollowman & Aylesworth. And I need to set up a new date with Reiko and pump her for info.” Kristen walked out without another word.

“I’ll be here,” Kat said. “All alone. With no girlfriend. And no sexy lawyer to run off and play girlfriend with.”

“Okay, bye,” Tammin said, following Kristen out, leaving the dejected, big-breasted nerd all alone again.

*   *   *

“I’m thinking of quitting.”

Sitting next to Victoria, Emmanuelle Chriqui nearly did a spit take with the martini she was nursing backstage at the Spectacular. Both girls were essentially done for the night. The crowd was small tonight, and those that were willing to spend money on lap dances already had their girls picked. Adrianne Palicki was out doing the last show, and then they’d be kicking everyone out to shut the place down - it was only an hour until dawn at this point.

“Why?” Emmanuelle asked, putting her drink down and turning towards the younger stripper. “You’re almost there, V. You’ve let both Charisma and Rosie bang you. Hang on another month, and let the big boss have her way with you, and you’re in! Everyone here loves you!”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:22:51 AM

“And I like it here,” Victoria admitted. The place was pretty nice, assuming you got past the job requirements of being naked in front of potentially large crowds and grinding atop strange men in the lap dance area. Oh, and the sleeping with your female bosses.

“Then why leave?” Emmanuelle asked. “It’s not your boyfriend pressuring you, is it?”

“No, not really,” Victoria said. True,  Dan still wasn’t happy, even if he got free lap dances from Emmanuelle and Adrianne every other week or so.

“Are you not liking the lesbian sex?” Emmanuelle asked next.

“I’ve gone into Charisma’s office a few too many times to pretend that’s the reason anymore,” Victoria admitted.

“Then what is it?”

“The problem is I’m liking it!” Victoria admitted. “I LIKED a lot of what that Rosie woman did to me. A lot of it.”

“So, you’re kinky, big deal?” Emmanuelle said. “Adrianne likes it when I toss her salad.”

“What’s that?” Victoria asked.

“I lick her ass,” Emmanuelle elaborated.

“How on earth does that equal tossing a salad? No, never mind, I don’t want to know,” Victoria said quickly.

“Have you tried being kinky with your boy at home?” Emmanuelle asked. “I assume he’s had your ass. Maybe you could peg him.”

“Peg?”

“Strap one on and fuck his ass,” Adrianne Palicki said, walking into the room with money still in her thong, glitter on her bare boobs, and nothing else on but a smile. “I’ve done it a few times. So much fun.”

“He’s not gay,” Victoria pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want a hard cock up the ass,” Emmanuelle said. “I once dated a guy who was so homophobic, he wouldn’t watch TV shows if he knew one of the actors was gay. But oh, did he blow his load hard when I pegged him.”

Adrianne frowned as she slid on a pair of shorts. “I still think that’s a case of him protesting too much,” she said.

“Nah,” Emmanuelle said. “He never tried to fuck MY ass.”

“That’s a crime, your ass is so fuckable,” Adrianne said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:25:04 AM

“I don’t think I could peg Dan,” Victoria said, bringing the conversation back to her problem.

“What about some bondage?” Adrianne asked. “Let him handcuff you to the bed, tie him to the shower rod.”

“Oooh, remember when I tied you to that spreader bar and your mom stopped by to visit?” Emmanuelle laughed.

“Yes” Adrianne said emphatically. “That was awful! I had to lie and say it was for a movie role I was trying to get.”

“You really need to come out to her,” Emmanuelle scolded.

“I don’t know, having her think I work in porn at least explains my wardrobe,” Adrianne laughed.

“Any OTHER suggestions?” Victoria asked.

“We could reverse gang-bang him,” Adrianne said. “I know the last time three girls fucked me, I didn’t care that any of them were strippers.”

“Different circumstances, sweetie,” Emmanuelle pointed out. “But if you think it’d help, V, we’re willing to try.”

“Thanks, I think,” Victoria said.

“We better hurry. Throw a shirt on, Aid, we’re going to be late,” Emmanuelle said, standing up.

“I can’t go topless?” Adrianne pouted, even as she threw a ratty old Billy Joel t-shirt on. Victoria had to do a double-take when she noticed there was a tiny hole near Adrianne’s left nipple.

“Let us know if we can help,” Emmanuelle said, giving Victoria a kiss on the cheek before heading out. Adrianne came and kissed the other cheek.

“I was serious about that reverse gang-bang,” she added, winking. They left, leaving Victoria all alone with her problems.

*   *   *

“Hey babe, you got something in the mail.”

JoAnna had just hung up her burner phone, having spent the last several minutes talking with Troian Bellisario. She’d barely wrapped up before her fiancé walked into the room, holding their increasingly smaller bundle of snail mail.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:25:36 AM

“Junk?” JoAnna asked.

“No, Miss Garcia, I don’t think it’s junk,” he said, offering her the envelope. “New phone?”

“Old one,” JoAnna lied, cursing herself for having the burner out. “Just checking to see if it still worked.” She looked at the envelope and suddenly smiled.

“Yay!” She said, ripping the envelope open. Jason stood there smiling. “Our tickets to LA.”

“You know I still have to work that weekend,” Jason reminded her even as she held the two tickets up. Sure enough, they were for different days. JoAnna had to be there a few days early for the bachlorette party - or Hen party, as Dichen insisted on calling it. Jason would only be flying down for the wedding itself.

“I know, but we’ll have one night.”

“A prelude to our own honeymoon,” Jason said, wrapping an arm around JoAnna waist and kissing her neck.

“Yeah,” JoAnna said, trying to hide the lack of enthusiasm she felt for that. She loved Jason, she really did, but she loved Shay, too…

“You still aren’t ready to set a date, are you?” he asked, sensing her mood regardless.

“Can we just get through Amy’s wedding first?”

“Of course, of course,” Jason said, once again being that wonderful guy who was willing to wait for her. He’d been so wonderful since the bank robbery, not knowing that one of the items stolen had been JoAnna’s heart.

“Thanks love,” JoAnna said, turning to kiss him.

“You want to thank me properly, you know where I am,” he said, giving her ass a squeeze before he left the room. JoAnna sighed and quickly hid the burner phone again before heading after him. She’d give him a little head while he relaxed from work, and hope that the very hetero act of sucking on a cock would let her forget her increasing lesbian urges. She missed Shay so much. And she missed Shay’s body, too.

*   *   *

“Ben, where’s that memo from Interpol?” Jessica Biel asked, poking her head out of her office to look in on her new secretary. Ben was playing solitaire on his computer, and doing so badly, from what little Jessica could see.

“Interpol?” Ben asked, clearly confused.

“Interpol. Their new liaison is coming by today, and I need to know what she’s looking for.”

“I printed out all your memos earlier, Boss,” Ben said defensively.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:26:33 AM

Jess glanced back into her office to see her printer sitting there, filled with fresh clean paper, nothing printed out. “I don’t have any.”

“None? At all?” Ben asked, surprised. He checked his computer. It took more than a minute, but was able to confirm he’d printed a good 24 memos for Jessica, some of them classified. But he hadn’t sent them to her printer.

He’d sent them to the janitor’s.

“How the hell do you-?” Jess started to yell, but stopped herself. “Go get them. Get them now and bring them right back. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars. Just get those memos. NOW.”

“On it, boss,” Ben said, getting up and racing to the elevator. He got in and pressed the button for the bottom floor, knowing this was going to take some time.

The elevator went down exactly one floor, opened up, and a gorgeous young brunette stepped in, barely glancing at him. She pressed the button for the lobby, and Ben suddenly hoped this ride would take a lot longer. Sure, he was getting it regularly from both BJ and Beverley, but who turned down an extra slice every now and then? Certainly not Ben Sanderson.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Ben said, coming up behind the girl.

“That’s Agent Hot Stuff to you, secretary,” the girl said.

“Ouch,” Ben said, not at all put off by her attitude. “Now why would you be all harsh to me. I don’t even know your name?”

“I’m Agent Chloe Bennet, Financial Crimes section, and I’m about three levels above your pay grade, buddy. Or hasn’t Jessica Biel told you you’re just there to answer her phones?”

“Oh, I’m willing to do so much more for her,” Ben admitted. “And you.”

“You can’t seriously get laid with lines like that,” Chloe said.

“I do. And if you gave me a shot, you’d find out why.”

“Oh, let me guess, you have a big penis?” Chloe retorted sarcastically.

“No one’s ever complained.”

“Well, if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to start complaining,” Chloe said flatly.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:29:01 AM

Ben got right up next to her, looking down into her dreamy brown eyes, smiling confidently. “Agent Bennet, if you stopped this elevator right now, I promise you, I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t ever complain again.”

Before Chloe could reply, the doors opened up on the lobby, and the young female agent was able to step off. “Oh look,” she said snarkily, “the elevator stopped, and I still feel like complaining.” She marched off, leaving him alone. But he admired the way her ass moved under her business skirt as she left.

Ben shrugged, let the elevator close, and rode down to the basement, where he spent the next three minutes trying to find the janitor’s office. Once he found it, he walked right in and headed for the printer off to the left, not even looking around to see if anyone was in the office.

“What the fuck are you doing?” a voice asked as Ben got to the printer - and discovered it empty.

“I’m looking for some memos. I printed them down here by accident,” Ben said, turning around to find a large blonde woman in a jumpsuit that barely fit her staring at him. The janitor, he assumed, who’s name was apparently Rebel.

“Were they for Jessica Biel?” Rebel asked, looking Ben up and down.

“Yeah. You’ve seen them?”

“I have,” Rebel said, her eyes focusing on Ben’s crotch.

“I need them.”

“I bet,” Rebel said. “They were some good stuff. That Interpol memo seemed important.”

“You READ them?” Ben said, suddenly worried.

“I did, but I can totally forget about them for you.”

“What’s it going to cost me?” Ben asked carefully.

“You fancy a little roll in the hay?” Rebel asked bluntly.

“With you?” Ben asked, surprised.

“You want those memos or not?” Rebel asked flatly.

Ben looked her up and down, trying to decide.

“Hurry up, boy. Rebel Wilson doesn’t stay open all night, and I could just burn those memos…”

“Fine, fine,” Ben said, unbuckling his pants. Rebel was atop him two seconds later, pinning him to the ground and having her way with him.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:30:10 AM

That took all of five minutes, Rebel quite enjoying it, Ben feeling a bit used. But as he zipped up his pants and looked down at the naked janitor at his feet looking satisfied with herself, he had to admit - he‘d done worse. Ben would’ve rather been with Chloe, but he couldn’t complain about getting his rocks off, even if it was in a heavy-set, slutty janitor.

Fully dressed, memos in hand, and surprisingly still a little horny, Ben got back on the elevator and pressed the button for Jessica’s floor. He made it as far as the lobby before it stopped and yet another gorgeous agent stepped on, this one wearing a visitor’s badge.

“Going up?” Ben asked, turning on the charm again.

“Indeed. Same floor,” she said, motioning towards the lit button.

“I love your accent,” Ben said. “English?”

“Indeed. I’m from Interpol,” she said. “Agent Elizabeth Henstridge,” she added.

“Ben Sanderson, FBI.”

“Agent Sanderson, are you aware you have grease stains on the back of your shirt?” Elizabeth said, a little scorn in her voice.

Ben frowned. “I was just on the floor,” Ben admitted before continuing on. “Say, do you have a little American in you?”

“No, why?” Henstridge replied.

“Would you like some?” Ben asked, moving in close.

Henstridge snorted. “Very little American, I suspect. Are you always this forward with women, Agent Sanderson?”

“Always,” he said. “And I assure you, this American is well sized indeed.” He almost told her to check with Rebel Wilson downstairs, but decided against it. Elizabeth was several levels of attractive above Rebel.

“Agent Sanderson, perhaps you are aware that this is the FBI’s San Francisco office,” she said.

“I know,” he said, not sure where she was going.

“I requested to visit the San Fran office specifically,” Elizabeth said. “I find the social climate of the city quite attractive, after all.”

“We’re a charming town,” Ben said, leaning in closer.

“Indeed. Especially your women,” Elizabeth added just before the elevator doors opened on their floor.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:30:58 AM

“Our women?” Ben said, confused.

“Agent Sanderson, I’m gay,” Elizabeth said. “You couldn’t get into my pants if you paid me.”

“Agent Sanderson?” Beverley Mitchell said, coming up next to them. “Ben’s no agent. He’s just a secretary.”

Henstridge snorted. “How fitting. Could you direct me to Jessica Biel’s office?”

“Ben can show you,” Beverley said with a wicked smile. “He’s her secretary.”

“How very forward thinking,” Elizabeth said. “Lead on, MISTER Sanderson.”

Ben gave Beverley a snarl, but lead the Interpol agent to Jessica’s office. He handed Jess her memos, introduced her to Elizabeth, then sat at his desk and waited for more than two hours, as Jessica and Elizabeth consulted on some things, then closed the blinds to Jessica’s office. Judging from the sounds after that, they got quite familiar with each other before Elizabeth left to enjoy San Francisco a little more - without her panties, which were still on Jessica’s floor when Ben went in later to get a grilling over printing the memos in the wrong place.

*   *   *

The handcuffs looked pretty flimsy, like they might break if Victoria just pulled on them hard enough, but she didn’t want to take chances. She had one key on the bedstand, and another taped on the back of the headboard, right where her hands would be able to reach, just in case. Her friend Karlie had helped her pick out a sexy ribbon-slotted babydoll that was essentially lace, ruffles, and mesh that hid her nipples and not much else. The matching thong was comfortable enough that Victoria thought she’d probably use it on stage sometime, but stripping out of the lingerie itself would basically be like walking out naked.

Dan, she figured, would love it.

She’d spent the last  twenty minutes rushing about the apartment, making sure everything was set, and getting her hair just right. Now, as the clock hit 4:30, she took a deep breath and clasped the fluffy pink cuffs around her wrists, locking her in place until Dan got home.

He was six minutes late, exactly. Six long, scary minutes where Victoria worried she’d be locked to the bed forever. But then she heard his key out in the apartment door, and then his voice filled her ears, much to her relief.

“…and he just threw the eggs in my face! I wanted to slug him, but then I’d be the one fired. No, I’m not kidding Russel, the guy threw eggs at me because I wouldn’t suck his dick! Yeah, he’s a dick. Hang on. Victoria? You home, babe?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:32:06 AM

“I’m in the bedroom,” she called out, trying to add some sexy to her voice, despite the nerves she felt. She really hoped Emmanuelle and Adrianne were right about this bondage stuff.

“No, I’m not going to file sexual harassment charges, Russel! Then everyone’ll think I’m gay! You just don’t DO that if you’re a guy.” The more she heard, the more she was worried Dan might not be in the mood. It sounded like he’d had a bad day at the bakery.

That impression changed when he entered the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Russel? I gotta let you go.”

“Oh, help me!” Victoria said with her best damsel-in-distress voice. “I’m tied to this bed, and I have a nasty itch, right between my legs.”

Dan laughed, but couldn’t take his eyes off her. “What are you doing?”

“Spicing things up in the bedroom, you goof. You wanna have sex or not?”

Dan pressed a button on his phone, tossed it on the desk, and started taking his pants off. Quickly.

But Victoria had caught that. “Did you just take a picture of me?” she asked.

“Nope,” Dan lied, stepping out of his boxers. He was rock hard and ready to go.

“Dan!”

“Hush, I’m here to get that itch,” he said, throwing his shirt off before climbing onto the bed. He was about to lay down atop her when Victoria put up a foot, stopping him.

“I’m all yours,” Victoria said, “do whatever you want. But if there’s a picture on that phone, I want to see if when we’re done.”

“Sure,” Dan said as she removed her foot, placing it on the bed and lifting her ass up enough so he could slide her panties off. Then he settled atop her, slid his cock into her hot little pussy, and started pumping away, finally remembering to kiss her.

Well, she had told him to do whatever he wanted. And he wanted to fuck. And that’s all he did. With his hands on her still-covered tits, Dan grunted and ground down into her, using her to get himself off, and probably relieve some of the stress of his day. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant - Dan’s cock filled Victoria’s pussy pretty well - but he was clearly more interested in his own needs than hers. Five minutes later, he was pumping a hot load of cum into her, making her glad she was on the pill.

“Wow, what brought THIS on?” Dan asked, rolling off her and laying next to her.

“I told you, I wanted to spice things up,” Victoria said.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:33:59 AM

“I didn’t know we needed it,” Dan said, groping her boob. He wasn’t making any sort of move to untie her, which made Victoria think maybe he wanted another go around. Well, she’d let him. Maybe the second time would feel better for her.

It certainly hadn’t been as naughty-feeling as it had been when Rosie had tied her up.

“I just wanted to try it, okay?”

“This something you heard about at the strip club?” he grumped, sitting up.

“What do you care? You got laid,” Victoria pointed out.

“I don’t like you working there, V. it’s changing you,” he muttered.

“Into someone who’s willing to handcuff herself to a bed so you’ll sleep with her? Oh, poor Dan! Your girlfriend wants to have SEX with you,” she chided him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, bending over to kiss her gently. “I won’t bring it up again tonight.”

“Good,” Victoria said. “Now, either uncuff me, or get back to fucking me, because I’m horny mister!”

Dan got back on her, and this time, he gave Victoria a good little orgasm.

*   *   *

“He was so sweet! Gave me flowers and a new necklace to wear on my trip to LA. Okay, spread your legs a little, let‘s see those panties”

“Sounds like you’ve got yourself a pretty good guy there, JoAnna,” Troian Bellisario said as she spread her legs and lifted the hem of her pleated skirt enough to show off the bright red thong she wore underneath. “Bet he gave you something else after that.”

JoAnna Garcia laughed. “Yeah he did. And I let him!” She raised the camera. “Undo another button.”

“I bet you did,” Troian said as she undid another button, revealing to the camera JoAnna held that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “He get all three holes?”

“Who asks that?!” JoAnna gasped, even as she took the next picture. “But yes.”

Troian laughed aloud, the movement letting one of her nipples come into view. JoAnna caught that pic pretty fast.

“Don’t judge me, Troi,” JoAnna said. “You’re dressed up as a slutty schoolgirl for your girlfriend.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:34:51 AM

“Hey, if she were here, she’d be dressed as a slutty cheerleader and we’d be doing it right now, even if you WERE here,” Troian said defensively. She paused. “Actually, we might let you take pics when Hayd’s free again. If you’re up to it.”

“I’m not a porn photographer,” JoAnna pointed out. “Slide your panties over.”

“You’d be good, and it’d turn Hayden on soooo much. She loves that you’re taking these pics for me, by the way.”

“Shay told me as much in her last letter,” JoAnna admitted. This was the third time Troian had posed for JoAnna’s camera, for pics that were delivered to Hayden during Troian’s conjugal visits. They were the obvious little things Troian brought that distracted the guards from the more devious stuff smuggled in Troian’s pussy.

Of course, this was the last delivery before the planned break-out, so Troian wanted the pictures to be extra sexy. “Take the panties off now,” JoAnna ordered.

Troian stood up long enough to shuck the thong, which she playfully threw at JoAnna. JoAnna ignored it, used to Troian’s flirtiness by now. She’d resisted the sexy little brunette this long, chances were JoAnna’d last until Shay was free.

Not that she wasn’t so sorely tempted…

“Show me that ass,” JoAnna said, making Troian turn around before she could see JoAnna blush at thoughts of bedding her.

“So when do you leave?” Troian asked.

“Tomorrow night. Well, really the next morning. Red Eye,” JoAnna said, getting a really good shot of Troian’s bare buttocks.

“You going to bring the burner phone?”

“Yeah, just in case anything comes up. Though I don’t know what good I’ll be in LA.”

“Well, it’s good cover,” Troian said. “No one will connect you if you’re out-of-town when the escape happens.”

“I’ll be back by the actual night,” JoAnna pointed out. “Shirt off,” she added.

“But not for the preparation,” Troian said, stripping. It was a good think JoAnna was used to seeing Troian Bellisario naked by now. The girl was gorgeous enough to be distracting.

“If something goes wrong-”

“We’ll deal with it,” Troian said. “This is just the beginning, JoAnna. Once the girls are free, we’ve still got to hide them, and get them away.”

“I wish we could clear their names,” JoAnna said.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:36:26 AM

“Hayden’s the only one who didn’t actually commit the crime,” Troian pointed out, her voice tinted with anger and sadness.

JoAnna didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked over and gave the nearly-naked Troian a big hug, which the other girl returned immediately. They both needed it. For a long moment, they just stood there, two friends holding each other up, both literally and figuratively.

Then JoAnna broke away. “We better get going with these pictures.”

“You sure you don’t want to try wearing Hayden’s cheerleader outfit?” Troian asked again.

“Do you think you could keep your hands off me if I did?” JoAnna shot back with a smirk.

“Hell no,” Troian answered honestly.

“Then there’s your answer,” JoAnna said. She almost - ALMOST - wished Troian had pushed the issue.

*   *   *

Kristen Bell walked into the offices of Lychan Hollowman & Aylesworth feeling like she was naked. It wasn’t the shimmery black dress with no back and ample cleavage, nor the fact that she was going commando that made her feel that way. For the last several weeks, she’d begun to think of Lychan Hollowman as the den of the lion, so to speak. The center of evil for her little investigation, even as she “dated” one of its chief employees. No, Kristen Bell felt like she was walking into the very heart of darkness, and she’d left her gun behind at the office.

“Agent Bell.” Kristen was greeted, as always, by Reiko’s personal assistant, Isabel Lucas. For the head of a law firm conducting a supposedly secret affair, Reiko had a hard time getting away. Kristen didn’t mind. The less time she actually spent with Reiko, the less time she spent fearing she might actually fall for the woman.

The married woman.

The married woman who was working for one of the biggest criminals on the West Coast.

The married woman who was working for one of the biggest criminals on the West Coast who also happened to have the most talented fingers and a real skill for cunnilingus.

“Hello, Isabel,” Kristen said.

“You look lovely tonight, agent,” Isabel said. “I’m afraid Miss Aylesworth is running a bit late.”

“Surprise surprise,” Kristen said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:38:27 AM

“She asks that you wait in the conference room for her, as usual,” Isabel said.

“Good thing I’ve always got my phone and Sweets Squeeze Epic to play,” Kristen muttered. All dressed up, she thought, and nowhere to go.

Isabel led her up to the proper floor, and left Kristen waiting in a conference room. If Reiko ran too late, Kristen would end up with her back on this table while Reiko went down on her, and that’d be the sum total of their “date.” Not that Kristen would mind all that much. Reiko’s tongue was just as talented as her fingers.

She spent the next twenty minutes letting pieces of chocolate slide down her phone into rows, earning obscene points that meant absolutely nothing. She thought about calling the office, but didn’t really trust the room to not be bugged. So it was either fight boredom with her phone or with her brain, and her phone was just easier.

“I swear, you’ve GOT to be the worst intern EVER, Robbie.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Clark,” a squeaky young voice said, making Kristen glance up. Two men were arguing in the hallway outside the conference room. One was older, with thinning hair but a stern look. The other was a curly haired kid who didn’t look old enough to be out of high school, let alone interning at a law firm.

“Don’t be sorry, just get me the Slap documents, and the proposals for Item 47,” Clark snapped. “Bring them to me in my office, and don’t touch Lola this time!”

“Yes, Mr. Clark,” Robbie said, looking at the floor. “Is your bird feeling better?”

“Better than you will be if you don’t hurry!” Clark snapped as he walked off.

Kristen watched as the Robbie kid went to an unmarked door two doors down from her own, only on the other side of the hall. She was surprised when he unlocked it and it turned out to be the records room. A back entrance! The boy disappeared inside for a few minutes, then came out with an armful of rolled up paper and file folders as he scurried in the direction Clark had gone.

Leaving the back door to the records room wide open.

Kristen Bell was an experienced FBI field agent, a veteran of several major cases. She knew that sometimes, when dumb luck fell your way, you had to take it. She might never get the chance to poke around inside Lychan Hollowman’s records again. Switching her phone from her game to her flashlight app, Kristen slinked across the hall.

The Lychan Hollowman records were impressively large, but almost too easily laid out. The earliest ones were at the far end, and it took Kristen all of five minutes to hunt them down. She took a quick peek over her shoulder, making sure she was alone - a reasonable assumption this late in the evening, but as Clark and Robbie proved, not a guarantee. Then she opened the file and began reading about the early days of the firm.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:39:41 AM

There was nothing. Nothing of worth, anyway. No mention of where the initial money for the firm came from, no outstanding loans, nothing. Lychan and Hollowman just magically started and quickly became the powerful firm it was today. Frustrated, Kristen closed the file and just started poking around at random. She found records of cases involving all sorts of nasty people, from child rapists to murderers to child murderers. Lychan Hollowman had the seediest list of clients outside a public defender’s office Kristen had even seen.

But there was nothing of worth there, either. Grumbling, she moved on.

She was halfway through reading a file about an unnamed LLC buying a strip club in Los Angeles when she heard a quiet cough.

Kristen looked up and winced. Standing with her arms crossed over her chest was Isabel Lucas, looking most displeased.

“Find what you were looking for, Agent Bell?” the assistant asked.

“Not yet,” Kristen said.

“Your ‘girlfriend’ isn’t going to be too pleased about me finding you here.”

“I’m a government official. I could compel you to not tell her,” Kristen said, putting the file back. She obviously wasn’t going any further tonight.

“No you can’t, and you know it,” Isabel said, taking a couple steps closer. “I work in a law office, Agent Bell. I know how these things work.”

Kristen snorted. “I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to get you NOT to mention this to Reiko.”

“There is, actually,” Isabel said, stepping even closer. Suddenly, she was right in Kristen’s personal space.

“What?” Kristen asked. Isabel answered by reaching over and pulling one of the straps of Kristen’s dress over her shoulder, causing it to fall and expose her breast. The agent made no move to cover herself, already figuring where this was going.

“Everyone here uses me. Literally. Reiko, Lychan, Hollowman. I’ve bedded them all, and they just keep using me. I’ve blown lawyers, I’ve fucked other assistants. I’ve even given the damn interns hand jobs. I knew joining the firm I’d have to sleep my way to the top - that’s how Reiko got there, after all. But I’ve fucked everyone here, and I’m still just an assistant.”

“I’m sorry?” Kristen asked, even as Isabel reached up and cupped her exposed tit. Kristen took an involuntary deep breath as the young girl gripped her firmly.

“I want some of the perks I’m owed,” Isabel said, kneading Kristen’s breast.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:40:30 AM

“And you think you’re owed me?” Kristen asked.

“I’m sick of being the one getting fucked. You let me fuck you - really fuck you, hard! - and I won’t tell Reiko where you’ve been sneaking around.”

Kristen didn’t even have to think about it. Isabel was cute, and Reiko was running late, as usual. A little sex with a beautiful girl would at least make her feel better about not finding anything in the records room.

“Right here, right now, or do you want me to meet you after my “date” with Reiko?” Kristen asked.

Isabel consider for a moment. “Lick me now, then meet me afterwards and I can fuck you with the strap-on I have at home.”

Without another word, Kristen dropped to her knees and unzipped the side of Isabel’s skirt. The agent wasn’t the only one going commando, and very quickly Kristen’s tongue was deep inside Isabel’s pussy. She reached around and grabbed the younger girl’s butt with each hand and held her close, doing her very best to get the personal assistant off as quickly as possible.

It wasn’t THAT hard. Isabel was essentially fucking her face, grinding forward every chance she got, using Kristen’s chin when her mouth was concentrating on her clit. Neither of them said a word, Kristen’s mouth too busy, and Isabel too busy imagining being far more important at her job than she was. It worked for both of them. Each found the other physically attractive, but beyond that they had very little to say to each other. Really, the only other thing they had in common was that they were both sleeping with Reiko Aylesworth.

Isabel must have been rearing to go, because she quickly came, coating Kristen’s mouth with her juices, even as she kept thrusting forward.  “I can see,” Isabel said at last as Kristen dropped away, “why the boss likes you so much.”

“I’m a dirty little slut, alright,” Kristen muttered. She reached into her clutch purse to grab some wet wipes, and she and Isabel had just enough time to clean up, get covered, and back to the conference room before Reiko came around the corner.

“Ah, there you are. We’re all done for the night, Isabel. Thank you,” Reiko said. She then turned to Kristen and gave a low whistle. “You look amazing.”

“Flattery won’t make up for you being late,” Kristen said, even as Isabel gave her a look before vanishing around the corner.

“What will?” Reiko said, moving in to kiss Kristen. “Mmm, you smell delicious.”

“We’re too late for our date,” Kristen said pointedly, even as Reiko helped her get up on the table. The lawyer slid between her legs, pulling both straps down to expose the agent’s breasts.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:42:30 AM

“I’m so sorry. I really am.”

“No you’re not,” Kristen said, even as Reiko lifted Kristen’s dress enough to expose her sopping wet pussy - going down on Isabel had turned Kristen on something awful.

“I’m not,” Reiko said, dropping to her knees and placing a single kiss on Kristen’s crotch. “Do I have to keep apologizing, or can I just eat you out?”

“Lick me, baby,” Kristen said, letting herself lay back on the table. She was horny enough that she didn’t want to play games. She needed to get off, and Reiko was only too happy to comply.

Ten minutes later, Kristen was showing herself out, ignoring the girlcum drizzling down her leg. She still had to meet up with Isabel for the other half of their deal, but she stopped next to her car long enough to make a phonecall.

“BJ? Call your friend Kat over at the offsite computer lab. Tell her to start looking into a strip club in Los Angeles. Some place called ‘The Spectacular.’ No, the date’s over, but I gotta go fuck Reiko’s assistant. Long story, I’ll explain tomorrow. Late,” she added before hanging up. It was going to be a long night for Kristen Bell.

*   *   *

The smattering of applause followed Victoria as she slipped out back, her hands filled with all of maybe 30 bucks in singles, hardly enough to make coming in to work worth it. Clad only in a thong, she slipped back to the dressing room, where she’d quickly throw on a t-shirt a jeans before heading home. She could stick around and try to get a lap dance or two but the crowd was small and half the other girls were already pulling them away. Just before she finished, she spotted Nicole Scherzinger slip into the back with the only woman in the club, and the guys who remained were all being visited by the others.

Best, she figured, to just go home. Maybe Dan would be up still, and want to do something besides fuck or fight. Not likely - his mood kept getting worse these days, even as Victoria worked harder and harder to fuck him regularly and creatively. Handcuffs and blindfolds were helping, but not enough. Not enough to save their relationship, she feared.

Victoria had just finished counting out her money - 29 dollars exactly - when she felt a hand on her bare shoulder.

“You looked great out there tonight, Victoria,” Charisma Carpenter said by way of greeting. “Very fuckable.”

“Thanks, Boss,” Victoria said.

“Hard to believe you’ve been here almost six months,” Charisma said, letting her hand slide down to cup one of Victoria’s bare breasts.

“Really? Already?” Victoria asked, suddenly well aware what this was about.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:43:47 AM

“Already,” Charisma confirmed. “My boss will be by in a few days, and she’ll want you. Just one good fuck, Victoria. Not like the all-nighter you had with Rosie.”

“Thank goodness,” Victoria muttered.

“Count your blessings,” Charisma said. “I still have to put out to that Brit bitch every now and then when asked. And Rosie doesn’t have to keep me unhurt like she does the dancers.”

“I’m sorry?” Victoria said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’ll let you know when Rhona gets here, but when she does, you do exactly what she says. If she wants you to go down on her, go down on her. She wants you to suck off a teenage boy, suck off a teenage boy. She wants you to get ass fucked by a college hockey team… well, you get the picture.”

Victoria gulped reflexively. “She’d really ask me to have sex with men?”

“Probably not - she’ll want you for herself, unless she’s too busy. But every now and then…” Charisma shuddered, clearly remembering something form her own past. “Anyway, I’ll let you know when she’s here. If I were you, I’d get ready.”

“Thanks, Charisma,” Victoria said. The heads-up helped.

“Sure,” Charisma said, giving Victoria’s tit another quick squeeze before walking off.

Victoria sat there, staring at the mirror for a long time, her brain not quite working. Six months? Already? Time really had flown.

But this would be the last time. The last time Victoria had to put out for some slutty woman. Well, except when she wanted time off and got it by pleasing Charisma. But that was different, wasn’t it? This was to keep her job. A job she kinda sorta liked. Right?

“Ugh, I hate it when boys wet themselves under me.”

Victoria glanced up to find Adrianne Palicki coming in. She wore a bright neon yellow/green bikini and sunglasses on her head, but little else, and was wiping at the seat of her swimsuit with a couple of napkins from the bar.

“Hey, Aid. Didn’t know you were working tonight,” Victoria said.

“Oh, hey Victoria! Yeah, Emmanuelle had a date with a guy, and, well, I had nothing better to do so…” she shrugged and pulled down her bikini bottoms, no shame at all about being nearly naked in front of her friend.

“Can… Can I ask you something?” Victoria managed to stammer out before Adrianne could start to change.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:51:26 AM

“Oh, I just use cheap plastic razors from the grocery store - can’t afford anything that much better without doing too many lap dances that end up wet, know what I mean?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, you weren’t asking how I shave down there?” Adrianne asked.

“No, no.”

“Well, what is it?”

“You’ve worked here a while now, right?”

“Almost two years. Why?”

“Charisma just told me my ‘date’ with Rhona Mitra is coming up.”

“Oh, yeah. That kinda sucked,” Adrianne said, coming to sit next to Victoria, not bothering to put anything on her bottom. “Though nowhere near as bad as that Rosie woman was.”

“So she didn’t beat you up?”

“No, it was just regular old lesbian sex,” Adrianne said. “I ate her out, she fucked me with a strap-on, I think we only kissed maybe two or three times. Even Charisma was more pressuring than Rhona was.”

“Then what’s the big deal?” Victoria asked.

“Rhona owns the place, so she gets to decide who stays and who goes. That includes Charisma. In fact, Charisma has to ‘recertify’ every couple of months. I think Rhona kinda likes her. Or at least likes fucking her.”

“So it’s not something I should worry about?”

“I didn’t, but then Emmanuelle and I had just started fucking, so I kinda just let it happen. I enjoyed it, Rhona enjoyed it, and I got to keep working with my BFF and get paid to take my clothes off. Really, the wet lap dances are the worst part.”

“So you think I should just do it and forget about it?” Victoria asked.

“Absolutely, sweetie. We’d hate to lose you around here, and Rhona’s not that bad. I really think Rosie was the worst.”

“I don’t know…” Victoria said. “I mean, what if Rhona doesn’t like me? What if I do this, and I don’t get too keep my job?”

“Do you want some tricks I used on her?” Adrianne asked.

“Tricks? Like what?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:53:36 AM

“Take your thong off,” Adrianne said, moving to stand in front of Victoria.

“W-what?” Victoria asked, surprised.

“I’m going to show you,” Adrianne said, dropping to her knees and pulling at Victoria’s barely-there underwear.

“What about Emmanuelle?” Victoria asked, lifting her ass up without even realizing it.

“She’s going to be so jealous that I got to you first,” Adrianne said, smiling. “Too bad she’s not on tonight. Rhona was quite happy with her.”

“But-”

“It’s okay, I promise this will feel awesome,” Adrianne said before yanking Victoria’s thong down and dropping her head immediately into the younger girl’s lap, starting to lap at the other stripper before Victoria could protest. With each lick, it became harder for Victoria to even think about stopping Adrianne.

“Rhona’s not going to go down on you,” Adrianne said, breaking contact with Victoria’s pussy to impart her wisdom. “But she’ll want you to lick her.”

“Charisma said-”

“Charisma has to sleep with her, like, once a month,” Adrianne said. “You only have to once, and every stripper here pretty much has the same story. Just trust me,” she added before going muff diving again.

“Ooh!” Victoria cooed. Adrianne certainly had some quality skills with her tongue. “Is th-this how Rhona likes to be licked?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah I guess,” Adrianne said. “She didn’t mind it when I did it. But I’m just getting you wet.”

“What?”

“You wanna be wet when I start finger fucking you,” Adrianne said before running her tongue over Victoria’s slit once more.

“Uh, I have had sex before,” Victoria said, almost laughing. “I do know the basics.”

“Basics won’t be enough with Rhona,” Adrianne said, rubbing Victoria’s clit while talking. “You gotta bring your ‘A’ game. Ever made a girl squirt before?”

“No,” Victoria said. “Do I have to?”

“Oh, no, lotta girls can’t. Emmanuelle can, but I can’t for instance. And she’s tried, believe me.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:56:44 AM

“I’d like to see that,” Victoria said without thinking.

“Maybe later. Now, do you know the alphabet trick?”

“Where you spell out each letter with your tongue over someone’s clit? Yeah. My boyfriend Dan thinks it’s the height of cunnilingus technique,” Victoria answered, rolling her eyes.

“Only for beginners and boys,” Adrianne said. “But I’ll say this - Rhona really likes the letter ‘T’ for some reason.” As if to demonstrate, Adrianne bent back down and ran her tongue over Victoria’s clit a couple of times, making the younger stripper clench in delight. “See?”

“Fuck,” Victoria said, feeling a rush. “I don’t think Dan can spell very well.”

Adrianne laughed. “Well, let me show you a few more tricks, and maybe you can teach them to him while you wait for Rhona.”

Five minutes later, Victoria Justice was climaxing all over Adrianne’s tongue.

*   *   *

Airports were pretty universal. At least, in JoAnna Garcia’s experience. Crowded, confusing, and the guards were increasingly too touchy-feely. The one manning the gate in San Fran had pretty much gotten to second base with JoAnna, which would’ve been fine if it hadn’t left her a little on the horny side for the entire trip. Once again, she thought she should’ve driven down to LA instead of flying. The stewardess had been too cute, and had shown a little too much cleavage, and she swore the man in the seat across from hers was a male underwear model she’d seen in too many of the fashion magazines she read. With her breasts getting attention before she got on the flight, and her increasingly confused state of opinion on her own sexuality, the eye candy had been almost torturous.

Now she wandered about the baggage claim in LAX, wishing her desire to save time hadn’t won out over the thought of driving down.

“There she is!” A voice called out. JoAnna turned just in time to get a giant bear hug from another woman, the lovely and petite Amy Acker.

“AMY!” JoAnna cried out like a teenaged girl. She hugged her old friend back, suddenly feeling much better.

“It’s so good to see you, Red,” Amy said, pulling back to give her friend a once-over. “I see that man hasn’t ruined you yet.”

“Be nice, he’ll be here in time for the wedding,” JoAnna reminded.

“I’m just teasing. You remember Dichen, my soon-to-be better half.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 08:58:26 AM

JoAnna turned and smiled at Dichen Lachman. The light-haired, Asian girl was just as gorgeous as JoAnna remembered, and if anything looked even happier. “Dichen, congratulations.”

“Thanks JoAnna,” Dichen said in her Australian accent, hugging JoAnna next. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“You two are going to be so happy together, I know it,” JoAnna said.

“And why not? Do you see what I get to wake up next to every morning?”

“Wait, you’re not waking up next to Echo every morning?” JoAnna asked with a laugh. “Don’t tell me she got rid of that ugly teddy bear after all this time!”

“Oh no, I get to keep Echo,” Amy said, punching JoAnna in the arm. “That’s the trade off for keeping her cat, Sierra.”

“Sierra’s not half as bad as a three decade-old teddy bear,” Dichen complained good-naturedly.

“But Echo doesn’t shed nearly so much,” Amy shot back.

“Okay you two,” a new voice said. Suddenly, a redhead JoAnna didn’t know poked her head between Amy and Dichen. “That’s enough of that - you’re supposed to save the fighting for AFTER the honeymoon.”

“Red,” Amy said smiling, looking at JoAnna, “This is Dichen’s Maid of Honor, Jessica Chastain.”

“I swear, they picked the two of us for the symmetry up on the altar,” Jessica said, holding out her hand in greeting.

“Well, red-headed Maids of Honor are totally in this year, I understand,” JoAnna said, shaking Jessica’s hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Same here,” Jessica said. “Be nice to have someone else to keep these two from getting it on in public.”

“We do NOT get it on in public,” Amy said.

“Well, there was that time on the beach,” Dichen said. “Oh, and last week when we couldn’t wait for that table at Rosario’s.”

“Love their ravioli,” Amy put in.

“And the time we shared a dressing room at the gym and things got carried away…” Dichen said.

“I think I see what you mean,” JoAnna laughed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:00:14 AM

“Come on, I’ve got a car out front. We’ve got a day of planning ahead of us, then we have the rehearsal dinner, then the bachelorette parties, and finally the wedding,” Jessica said.

“A lot to do and not a lot of time to do it,” JoAnna said.

“Yep, it’s crunch time. Good think I took the week off from the bank,” Jessica said.

“You work at a bank, too?”

“Los Angeles Union Bank,” Jessica confirmed.

“Hah! I work at SFUB!”

“We’re cousins!” Jessica laughed.

“Yeah yeah, you two are mirror images,” Amy said, rolling her eyes. “Grab your bags, JoAnna. I hate LAX at this time of day.”

“You hate LAX at all times of day, Luv,” Dichen pointed out.

“Well, maybe we can find a secluded bathroom stall, and you can make me forget all about it,” Amy said, kissing Dichen seductively.

“Oh my god, you’re right,” JoAnna said to Jessica.

“True lust right there,” Jessica said. “Can’t blame them, but you sure can envy them.”

JoAnna nodded in agreement, wishing she could kiss Shay in public like that. Or even in private. She fought off a wave of sadness and quickly turned back to the baggage carousel, hoping her luggage would show up before Amy and Dichen started dry humping right there in the airport.

*   *   *

Across the airport, another arrival was taking place, though this one had far less fanfare to it.

“Ugh, I hate coach,” Beverley Mitchell complained. “I would’ve rather driven down here.”

“Takes five times as long,” Tammin Sursok said, following Beverley off the flight from San Fran.

“Would’ve been worth it,” Beverley muttered.

“Disagree,” Kristen Bell said. “I’m not sure I could lasted five hours in a car with the two of you sniping at each other. You two either need to work out your issues, or just get a room and grudgefuck already.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:01:56 AM

Tammin and Beverley actually looked at each other for a moment, then both shuddered, making Kristen laugh.

“So, do we check in with the local FBI office first, or go right to the strip club?” Tammin asked as they headed towards baggage claim.

“Straight to the club,” Kristen said. “LA office has been notified, and they’ve got a van on the joint already. And what they’ve got for files on the place. Not much to see so far, I guess.”

“That was quick,” Beverley said. “I didn’t think LA ever moved that fast.”

“LA FBI gets a bad reputation because they’re always being shown up by every other organization with initials in it grabbing all the big busts,” Kristen said. “LAPD, NSA, CIA, DEA…”

“Don’t forget CTU and NCIS,” Tammin added with a smirk.

“Yeah, the fake feds do better than the real ones around here,” Kristen said with a laugh.

“Better looking agents, too,” Beverley said. “They aren’t the basket of walking wet dreams our office tends to be.”

“Thank you,” both Kristen and Tammin said together, before laughing.

“Yeah, you two keep thinking I was including you in that assessment. I’m going to go get the rental car. You guys grab my luggage when it comes out.”

“It’s got the Hello Kitty stickers all over it, right?” Tammin asked innocently. Beverley scowled at her and walked off.

She made it around the nearest corner before whipping out her second cell phone and making a call.

“Rhoa? It’s Beverley.”

“This better be important, Beverley. I told you to-”

“FBI is looking into the Spectacular. We’re in LA now, and there’s already a van outside the joint. I’d warn Charisma myself, but I don’t have her number and-”

“This is unfortunate,” Rhona said, cutting Beverley off. “I will be at the Spectacular myself tonight.”

“Kristen Bell is here, boss. That might not be the best idea.”

There was a long pause. “No, I think it’s time I got a look at Agent Bell first-hand, since she won’t go away and Reiko Aylesworth is proving wholly incapable of dealing with her outside of bed. Keep an eye on the investigation, but don’t take any direct action. Oh, and if you can slip away while you’re there, meet me and Charisma inside.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:03:10 AM

“Right. See you tonight,” Beverley said. Rhona hung up, leaving the turncoat agent on her own again. “Now, where’s the car rental place?”

*   *   *

The god-awful country version of “These Boots Were Made For Walking” ended, and Victoria Justice looked up at the ceiling. She was laying on the end of the runway, naked save for an open checkerboard top that hadn’t hidden her tits at all, a pair of cowboy boots, and a straw hat that rested over one knee playfully. The crowd, such as it was, clapped enthusiastically, and a modest rain of singles fell around her, allowing her to earn her tips.

“Give it up for Candy, everyone!” the announcer called out, signaling to Victoria that she could get up and start gathering her cash. She had about a minute, then had to clear the runway for the next girl. By the time she stood up and started scooping up her bills, most of the eyes in the joint had returned to their drinks, and Victoria was able to rush backstage without an issue. As she plopped down at her makeup station, she checked her phone and saw it was only 6:30. It was going to be a long night, waiting for that moment when Charisma would call her in to meet this Rhona woman.

“Tami, Nicole, Victoria, I need you three out on the floor. Got a lot of guys looking for lap dances,” Charisma said, zipping through the room as she headed towards her office. All the girls in the room rolled their eyes, knowing what had happened. Some half-drunk guy must have offered Charisma an insultingly low sum to go back into the private zone and strip for him. The smaller the sum, the faster Charisma fled the floor.

Victoria sighed, grabbed her top, and headed for the floor. Maybe making some extra bucks would help the night go by faster.

*   *   *

“…And we can’t sit Dichen’s mother next to my father, because the last time they attended any event together, they ended up fighting the whole time except when I walked in on them going at it in the cloak room.”

JoAnna laughed, more from the look of disgust on both Dichen and Amy’s faces.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got them on opposite sides of the bridal table,” Jessica said.

“Might want to switch sides, though,” JoAnna said, looking at the seating arrangements for the rehearsal dinner. “The bar’s to the left, and Amy’s mother is a bit of a lush.”

“Bit?” Dichen said. “That woman nearly drank her weight in gin when I proposed in front of her.”

“Mom was still kinda hoping I’d find some guy and magically become not-gay,” Amy sighed. “She’s past it now. I think.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:06:16 AM

“What a lovely family you two are going to have,” Jessica said, swapping the names to opposite sides of the bridal table. “Anything else?”

“I don’t think so,” JoAnna said, looking over things carefully. “Girls? It’s your party.”

“If it was my party, there’d be strippers and more alcohol,” Dichen said.

“Bachelorette party is tomorrow night, babe,” Amy said, kissing Dichen on the cheek. “You can see all the free boobs you want then. So long as you only suck on mine that night.”

“Deal,” Dichen said.

“Where is this bachelorette party?” JoAnna asked.

“A little strip club we found a couple years ago,” Amy said. “Kind of a dive, but we had one of our first dates there, and we both got drunk and got in a fight and thought we’d gone home with strippers.”

“Only we woke up with each other,” Dichen said, finishing the story. “And if I can turn down a room full of hot strippers for a girl, it must be love.”

“Touching, in a pervy sort of way,” Jessica said. “But I’m all for hot strippers. What’s the name of this place?”

“The Spectacular.”

*   *   *

As strip clubs went, Los Angeles’ Spectacular didn’t live up to its name. Far from it, in fact. According to local legend, it had been quite the sexual hot spot 20 years ago, but it’s time in the limelight had faded faster than the velour red carpet leading inside, and it was now barely a blip on anyone’s radar. On the best of nights, it pulled in enough money to pay its “performers” and cut away at the massive alcohol bill the place had. And those “best of” days were increasingly few and far between.

Yet somehow, the Spectacular stayed afloat, always in the black, the accounts registered to it flush with money that would’ve shamed some of the more successful skin bars in tinsel town. The club was making money somehow, though no one knew quite how.

This is what brought the Spectacular to the attention of the FBI. Though not, oddly, the local Los Angeles office. The LA Office had steadfastly avoided the place, even when two or three different cases had brought agents within the club itself. The local director had a sizeable folder on the club, including dossiers on not only the club’s boss and bouncers, but several of the dancers, many of whom had little more criminal history than speeding tickets and jaywalking counts. But while there was evidence the Spectacular might have had a criminal connection or two, nothing official had ever been done. Not until someone from the San Francisco office had finally lit a fire under the LA office and asked them to watch the place until someone from ‘Frisco could get down there to do the job properly.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:10:32 AM

The door to the back of the non-descript, light-blue van parked half a block down from the Spectacular opened up, and Agent Robert Edmonson glanced up from his newspaper to see three lovely ladies entering the van. He raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. He’d never been to the San Fran office, but the local rumor mill was that it was fruitier than San Francisco itself, rife with homosexual men and women. If these three babes preferred tacos to hot dogs, well that was a crime indeed.

“So what’s San Francisco Office got against a strip club in LA?” He asked by way of greeting. “Not enough sleaze bags in your neck of the woods now that the San Fran Seven are under lock and key?”

FBI Special Agent Kristen Bell weathered Edmonson with a glare. “No, we think the Spectacular here is a front business for a major organized crime head.”

“Really? Who? The Garibaldis? The Takahashis?” He actually lowered his voice for the next one, “Not the Ivonovs!”

“Rhona Mitra,” Bell answered, taking a seat next to Edmonson.

“Who?” he asked.

“Rhona Mitra, mysterious underworld crime lord with her fingers in more dirty pots than any other single individual on the FBI Most Wanted list,” Junior Agent Tammin Sursok answered, moving up to sit next to the driver’s seat.

“I know the entire Top Ten on the Most Wanted list, and I’ve never heard of this Mitra person,” Edmonson insisted.

“And you probably won’t - until we bust her,” Bell said. “What have you got on the place?”

“It’s dead - or should be, anyway. Only had ten customers last night, can barely pay the dancers, and aside from a regular or two, the clientele is getting progressively worse.”

“And yet, you’ve seen the financial records,” Bell said. “What does that say to you?”

“Oh, it’s a total front for someone, I’ll give you that. The manager’s sketchy as all get-out, and while she could probably pack more guys in here if she’d get up on stage herself, she hasn’t, and the place is still rolling in cash.”

“Who is the manager?” Beverly Mitchell asked.

“Spectacular’s run by this woman - Charisma Carpenter,” Edmonson said, handing Bell, Mitchell, and Sursok each a file folder. Kristen opened hers up to see the image of a gorgeous looking woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, though could’ve been older or younger - she had one of those timeless faces that made her exact age hard to judge.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:12:01 AM

“Not much of a record,” Sursok said. “Couple of parking tickets, a noise complaint from her upstairs neighbors… not even a DUI.”

“She’s kept her nose pretty clean,” Edmonson said. “Which might explain why she’s running a place like Spectacular - who better to front your money laundering operation than someone the cops almost never look at?”

“Hard to imagine anyone NOT looking at her,” Beverly said. “She’s gorgeous.”

“That she is,” Edmonson said. “Like I said, she could turn the whole place around if she just got on stage.”

“And you’re certain she’s in charge of the money laundering?” Bell asked.

“Nope. Like I said, Carpenter’s clean. Her record, her personal financials. And she doesn’t own the club - whoever owns that has it hidden behind few dozen shell corporations that our financial boys haven’t been able to crack yet. Not that they’ve been trying all that hard.”

“Tell them to try harder,” Tammin said.

Edmonson took some offense at that. “Why don’t you go down there and tell them that yourself, Princess Pouty Lips - maybe they’ll drop all the other cases they have if you ask them nicely.”

“If it’s not Carpenter, who else could it be?” Kristen asked, stopping Tammin before she could start throwing insults towards Edmonson.

“Small crew in there, almost none of the workers have the IQ to pull it off, but there’s a few stand-outs,” the only man in the van said, still eyeing Tammin sourly. He handed out another round of file folders. “These are all the employees. Typical strip-club bunch, for the most part. Better looking bunch than your average dive strip-club gets, though we‘ve heard the hiring process weeds out less attractive girls. Those that do get employed as generally more on the beauty than the brains side, none with so much as a college education or any indication they’re smart enough to run a money laundering scheme.”

“Wouldn’t that make a good cover?” Tammin asked.

“Sure, but most of them haven’t been there all that long,” Edmonson said. “And there’s a lot of turnover, in oddly regular intervals.”

“How so?” Kristen asked.

“At the four month and six month marks from initial employment. Can’t tell you why, but a lot of girls seem to quit then. Those that get past generally do pretty well for a while, but move on sooner or later, too.”

“So LA has been sitting on all this information for all this time, but never done anything?” Beverley asked. “Why?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:13:43 AM

“No reason. Nothing going on here that warrants FBI attention, let alone a full investigation. We have bigger fish to fry. Let LAPD worry about strippers.”

Kristen was about to shoot off some remark when Edmonson actually stood up. “I can leave you guys the van, but LA Office wants me back ASAP - got a lead on Sean McBride across town, and we’re rolling on it.”

“You got a ride back?” Kristen asked.

“Yep, he’s been waiting for me around the corner for 20 minutes now.”

“Then go on, and thanks for the help,” Bell sighed.

“Good luck girls. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do in there.” With that Edmonson slid open the door of the van, hopped out, and closed it. None of the San Francisco FBI girls would see him again.

For a moment, the girls just sat there, before Beverley finally spoke up.

“How do you want to handle this, boss?”

Kristen frowned. “We could sit out here on stakeout until that Charisma Carpenter girl comes back, but that’s what LA Office has been doing for a while now, and it’s gotten them nowhere. I think we need to go in, and do a little one-on-one interviewing of these girls.”

“A night talking to beautiful, half-naked women, all on the FBI’s dime?” Beverley said with a smirk. “Gosh, what I do for king and country.”

“Yeah, you lead a charmed life,” Kristen said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go in separately, unless you two want to pretend to be a couple.”

Beverley and Tammin exchanged disgusted looks. “No thanks,” the said together.

“Thought so. I’ll go first. Follow at irregular intervals, and lock the van when you’re done. LA Office probably wouldn’t appreciate it if we let someone lift their ride.”

*   *   *

“Hey Victoria, how about a lap dance?”

Victoria turned without thinking. Here in the Spectacular, she was known as Candy, and no one on the floor knew her real name. But it was such a natural thing to turn when someone says your name that Victoria didn’t stop herself.

“Excuse me?” she said, looking at the slightly chubby, horn-rimmed glasses wearing man looking up at her with a nasty smirk on his face.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:15:09 AM

“I said how about a lap dance,” he said, flashing a wad of cash from his lap, conspicuously near his crotch. His slacks weren’t doing that good of a job hiding the state of his erection.

“Uh-”

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” he said, seeing her hesitate.

“I’m sorry, should I?”

“Name’s Russell. I’m friends with Dan,” he said, standing up. “Does he know you’re working here?”

“Yeah, he knows,” Victoria said defensively.

“Huh, he must want to keep it secret,” Russell said. He looked at her expectantly, still holding his wad of cash near his crotch.

“Three hundred,” Victoria said with a sigh, giving in. She knew what he meant. If she didn’t do it, he’d tell all of Dan’s other friends that his Victoria was working as Candy.

“How much for a blowjob?” he asked as she lead the way to the private rooms.

“We don’t do that here,” she said flatly, wishing he’d push his luck. Then she could signal Diego and get this Russell character thrown out of the club. But he didn’t ask again, and before she knew it, he was sitting before her, looking up at her lustily as she moved towards the MP3 player built into the wall.

“Three hundred gets you one song. You can’t touch me, but I can touch you. Panties stay on.”

“How much for them to come off?” he asked.

Victoria cursed under her breath. “Another hundred,” she lied. It was actually only another fifty, but if this fool didn’t know that, she didn’t have to tell him. Bad enough he knew the Spectacular did fully nude lap dances.

“Done,” he said, peeling off another bill. “Wish I’d worn my sweatpants.”

Victoria rolled her eyes and selected one of the shorter songs on the player - the sooner this was done, the better. Course, she had to offer him another song when this one ended, for another 400 bucks. If this was some friend of Dan’s, he probably didn’t have that much money to throw around, but she’d seen dumber things in the back rooms before.

She had just hit play and turned around to start gyrating when suddenly Charisma Carpenter came in and hit the pause button.

“Hey!” Russell said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:16:47 AM

“Candy, Rhona’s here,” Charisma said. “It’s time.”

Suddenly, Victoria thought giving pervy Russell a lap dance didn’t sound that bad. “Okay,” she said.

“Hey, I paid for a dance!” Russell said.

“I’m sorry sir,” Charisma said, sounding like she meant it. “If you wait right here, I’ll get two of my other girls to come in here for you. Free of charge,” she added.

“Uh, okay. But I kinda wanted Vic-”

“She’s taken, I’m sorry,” Charisma said in a tone that made it clear she wasn’t going to be argued with. Russell shut up. “Come along, Candy.”

Victoria followed Charisma out of the private room and down the hallway towards the back. There stood a gorgeous woman, older but far from old, with pouty lips and smoldering eyes that were clearly looking Victoria up and down as she approached. Even as Victoria grew closer, she could see Rhona’s nipples get hard beneath her shirt.

“Hello Victoria,” Rhona said, her accent surprisingly pleasing. “I’ve heard so many good things about you. My name’s Rhona Mitra.”

“Hello,” Victoria said, not knowing what else to say. She offered her hand, which Rhona took, shook once, then used to pull the younger girl close. Before Victoria knew what was happening, Rhona used those lips of hers to kiss the young stripper. Hard.

Victoria felt her knees weaken a little, and to her surprise, her own nipples grew hard.

“I’m so looking forward to making love to you tonight, Victoria,” Rhona said, taking the young girl by the hand and leading her into Charisma’s office. Victoria followed, not knowing that someone else was watching.

*  *  *

“Woof, I’m bushed,” JoAnna said as she got onto the elevator.

“I hear you,” Jessica Chastain said, getting on behind her. They’d just spent some time making sure Amy and Dichen were both comfortable in their separate rooms. The two bachlorettes were a little too tempted to spend the nights before their wedding acting like they were already on their honeymoon, even though they both agreed to that strange old tradition of not seeing - or sleeping - with each other before the wedding. For a while, it looked like the two maids of honor would have to bunk with a bride apiece, just to keep them from going after each other, but then Dichen had indulged in one more glass of wine, and drifted off to oblivion, letting JoAnna and Jessica sleep in their own rooms tonight.

“You have to admit,” JoAnna said. “They’re super cute together.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:17:49 AM

“Yeah they are,” Jessica admitted. “I hope I find a love like that some day.”

“A super slutty love?” JoAnna asked with a giggle.

“Fuck yes!” Jessica said. “Some girl who’ll always be willing to go down on me at the drop of a hat. Or some guy with a cock that’s always hard for me.”

“I bet most guys are hard for you,” JoAnna said.

“Only most?”

“Well, I am from San Francisco, so I know some of them just don’t like girls,” JoAnna laughed.

The elevator stopped, and the two redheads got off, heading down the hallway towards their rooms, located across from each other, having been booked by Dichen at the same time.

“I should move to San Fran. More chicks who go both ways up there,” Jessica said. “It can be a bitch sometimes dealing with girls here. If they’re into you, they don’t want you into boys as well. It’s like they can’t understand I honestly like both.”

“How does that work, though?” JoAnna asked. “I mean, how do you ever get married if there’s always some other gender out there that you want? If you marry a boy, you’ll always want a girl. And if you marry a girl-”

“I’ll always want a good hard cock, right?” Jessica finished for her. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’d just need my partner to be really understanding, I guess.” She paused for a second. “Or maybe I should find a couple and get both at the same time.”

“There’s an idea,” JoAnna laughed as they reached their rooms.

“I don’t suppose you and your boyfriend are looking for a third?” Jessica asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh no, he couldn’t handle two hot redheads at once,” JoAnna laughed.

“Too bad,” Jessica said. “But at least I got you to admit I’m hot.”

JoAnna was about to laugh at that comment when suddenly Jessica lunged forward and kissed her. For a second, JoAnna was too shocked to react, and that gave Jessica enough time to press the other redhead back against the door to her room. JoAnna felt Jessica’s hands come up, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and her tongue slipping past JoAnna’s lips, all seemingly within a split second.

It was wonderful! Delicious! And oh so sexy! JoAnna’s body screamed out at her, reacting to the soft touch of Jessica’s lips, and the grabbing need of Jessica’s hands. The sort of wonderful, naughty touch that JoAnna hadn’t felt since… well, since Troian had kissed her before the trip to LA, but more accurately not since Shay had gone to prison.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:18:34 AM

For a few desperate heartbeats, JoAnna was tempted to give in, to let Jessica fuck her - there was no question Jessica would be the one doing the fucking - and JoAnna would just forget all about Jason, all about Troian, and all about Shay. But that only lasted a brief moment. Before she even finished thinking Shay’s name, her hands came up and gently pushed Jessica off her.

“I’m sorry, but I’m spoken for,” JoAnna said, breathing a little heavy from the kiss.

“I know, fiance and all that,” Jessica said. “But maybe we could just-”

“Jessica, I won’t lie - I’m tempted. I haven’t been with a girl in… well, a while,” JoAnna admitted. “But There’s another girl, and when she and I see each other again, I want… well, I want to see her again so bad.”

“She doesn’t mind that you’re marrying a guy?” Jessica asked.

“She doesn’t, but I may not marry him,” JoAnna said. “Honestly, I’d rather be with her.”

“But you’ll sleep with him?”

“I was sleeping with him before she and I met.”

“Then why not sleep with me?”

“I’m not going to bring someone new into the mix,” JoAnna said. “You aren’t the first girl to try and get in my pants since her. And you’re not the first I’ve almost let into my pants.”

“Almost? Damn,” Jessica said.

“You aren’t mad, are you?”

“About you being loyal to another girl?” Jessica asked. “No, not mad. I just, you know, kinda wish I was her.”

“Sorry,” JoAnna replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Don’t be. If nothing else, I’ve learned you DO like girls,” she smiled at JoAnna, and JoAnna felt her nipples go hard at the lusty sight. “It’s a start. See you in the morning, JoAnna Garcia.”

“See you in the morning, Jessica,” JoAnna said, watching as the lovely Miss Chastain walked across the hall, entered her room, and closed the door behind her. A moment later, JoAnna practically fell into her own room. She closed the door, all but ripped off her clothes, got into the shower, and as the hot water beat down around her, she fingered herself silly. When she finally came, she actually called out Shay’s, Troian, and Jessica’s name, one right after the other.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:21:42 AM

*   *   *

Beverley Mitchell stood off in a corner, watching one of the strippers peel a pair of pasties off her nipples. She was named Ferrari or Lexus or something else that sounded like a luxury car. Beverley didn’t know, but she wouldn’t have minded putting the pasties over those nipples. For such a run-down place, the Spectacular managed to have some pretty quality strippers. Probably something to do with Charisma Carpenter sleeping with all of them before hiring them.

Speaking of which…

Beverley did a quick glance over to where her fellow FBI agents were chatting with some of the servers, and double-checked that neither one was looking over in her direction. Then she simply slipped into the back. She knew where to go, after all.

She didn’t quite get to Charisma’s office, ending up instead in the stripper dressing room before she came face-to-face with the club’s manager.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Charisma asked, spotting her at once.

“My job, of course,” Beverley said. “Both of them, actually. Is Rhona here yet?”

“She’s here,” Charisma confirmed. “She just went in back with one of my newer girls.”

“Damnit. I suspect the do not disturb sign is up then,” Mitchell grumbled.

“It is,” Charisma said. “You’ll just have to wait.”

“I don’t know how long I can,” Beverley said. “I’ve got two other agents out there looking for her.”

“Let them look. It’s not like they’d know her if they saw her,” Charisma pointed out. “Rhona could walk right past them buck naked, and they’d never know.”

“Still, better safe than sorry,” Beverley said. “Does your bartender still do special orders?”

“What, you want to roofie one of the FBI agents?” Charisma asked, surprised.

“No. Well, yes, but I can’t,” Beverley admitted, thinking of all the nasty things she could do to Tammin Sursok if she was out cold. “No, I just want the ‘get the other girl drunk faster’ package. You know, double to alcohol in their drinks while leaving mine virgin.”

“Okay, I’ll pass that along. Anything else?”

“Yeah, slip a note under the door for Charisma, letting her know I’m here. And the agents.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:24:02 AM

“Fine,” Charisma said. “Doesn’t mean she’ll see you soon. She’s just gone in there with the new girl, and she’s going to enjoy herself with her.”

“Yeah, well, we’ve all been there,” Beverley muttered, remembering more than a few nights in Rhona Mitra’s bed. She both envied and pitied whatever poor girl was in there with her now. “I better get back out there. Let me know when Rhona’s ready.”

*   *   *

“Would you care for a drink?” Rhona Mitra asked. “I brought a lovely Chardonay with me that I’ve just been drooling over for since I discovered it a few months back. Deceptively delicious, especially for such a young wine.”

“Uh, okay,” Victoria said. She was lost on half of what Rhona was saying, but then she was so nervous, there was no way a glass of wine wouldn’t help.

“Relax, this is little more than a formality,” Rhona said, handing her the glass. “You’ve passed both Charisma and Rosie, and you’re certainly attractive enough. Get me off, and we’ll make your employment here permanent. From what Rosie told me, you should have no problems making me climax.”

“I’ll try my best,” Victoria said, taking a rather liberal sip of the wine. She winced. It was too bitter for her taste, but she sipped again, hoping the alcohol worked fast.

“Rosie was quite impressed with you. She can be so… scandalous at time, especially with young girls like yourself. Usually, it’s her who breaks girls. But you survived her, and are now here with me. You are to be commended. Take that silly costume off, please,” the strip club owner added. Victoria blinked, almost missing the command, but began stripping the silly cowgirl outfit off, even as Rhona continued to look about Charisma’s office.

“To be fair,” Rhona continued, “I originally took Rosie on as a bodyguard of sorts. That she had such a lovely body herself was my undoing, of course. But we have similar sexual tastes and desires for new girls, even as we return to each other most nights. But she was quite impressed with you. Wanted to join me here tonight.”

Victoria felt her heart stop. “Will she?” the young stripper asked, sliding her thong down off her legs, now fully nude.

“Oh no, I wanted you all to myself,” Rhona said, turning to look at Victoria. “And I can already tell I made the right choice.”

Victoria gulped down the last of her wine.

Rhona went and sat down in Charisma’s chair, and patted her lap. “Join me,” she said politely, her accent positively alluring. Victoria came and sat on Rhona’s lap, and the older woman started running her fingers through Victoria’s hair. “Lovely,” she said. “Charisma tells me she was your first woman. You’ve had others since, yes?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:26:10 AM

“Rosie, and, uh, Adrianne and I fooled around a little,” Victoria admitted.

“That’s it? I’m surprised. You liked it, yes?”

“Yes,” Victoria admitted. There was no point hiding something like that from Rhona. “I didn’t think I would, but I did.”

“Don’t be so nervous, sweetie,” Rhona said, her other hand coming around to slip between Victoria’s legs. Victoria gasped as Rhona’s fingers made contact with her slit, neither of them that surprised to find it wet. Victoria didn’t resist at all, and Rhona soon slid a solitary finger into the younger girl, all the way to the last knuckle.

“So tight. I was told you have a boyfriend.”

“I do,” Victoria said.

“He must not be very big if you’re this tight. Or are you waiting for marriage.”

“We’re not, and he’s plenty big enough, ma’am,” Victoria said, feeling like she was being chided in school, even as the other woman slowly began to finger fuck her.

“Ah, the glories of youth,” Rhona mused. “When I was your age, I could take a cock in my pussy and my ass at the same time, while blowing another and jacking off two more in my hands. I was quite popular with the school football team - soccer, I guess you’d call it here.”

“I g-guess,” Victoria stammered as Rhona flicked her thumb over Victoria’s clit.

“Have you ever had more than one man at a time?”

“No,” Victoria admitted, going stiff. Rhona’s other hand, the one that had been running through Victoria’s hair, had dropped down her back, all the way to Victoria’s ass, and the fingers there were now playfully poking around her crack. There was no way for Rhona to reach Victoria’s back hole from this angle, but just the presence of her hand there was enough to drive Victoria to distraction.

“Ah, I’m tempted to get a strap-on and another girl in here, and see what we can do with this tight little body of yours,” Rhona said, pulling the finger out of Victoria’s snatch. “But no, not tonight. Tonight, you‘re mine alone.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Victoria said automatically.

“You’re not cheering up, dear,” Rhona said. “Are you still so nervous?”

“It’s my job, Ma’am. I really need it.”

Rhona nodded sadly. “Okay then, on your knees right here. Let me slip out of this skirt.” Victoria got off and dropped down before the chair. Rhona stood up and unzipped her skirt, pulling it off, but leaving her blouse on. Her panties went next, and Victoria was somewhat surprised to see that Rhona was completely bald between her legs.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:33:28 AM

“Yes, Rosie went a little crazy with the razor a night or two ago. Thinks it makes me look younger,” Rhona said, seeing where Victoria’s eyes were. She sat down and spread her legs as wide as she could, her ass barely on the seat of the chair. Victoria found herself face-to-face with that bald snatch, glistening with wetness already, looking hungry and lusty and primed for action. “Well, get to it,” she added, seeing Victoria’s hesitation.

Victoria leaned in and, based on the instruction she’d gotten from Adrianne Palicki the other day, started off by full on kissing Rhona’s enlarged clit. The older woman cooed in appreciation, but Victoria didn’t linger long, instead sliding her tongue down over Rhona’s folds until she could slowly work her way inside the strip club’s owner.

Over the next ten jaw-aching minutes, Victoria pulled out every oral sex trick she’d learned since her first time with Charisma Carpenter in this very room. Everything Adrianne had taught her, everything she’d been forced to do with Rosie, even things she’d only seen in porn videos online. She tried them all. And Rhona was appreciative, holding Victoria’s hair back and stroking her head from time to time, between gentle moaning and occasional gasps for air.

Finally, Rhona pushed her away. “Lovely job, Victoria,” Rhona said, smiling down at her.

“Did you-?” Victoria asked, stopping before she could complete the question.

“Did I cum? Hardly, child,” Rhona said, her accent making Victoria’s own pussy quiver even as she was being chided. “I’m quite good at holding out until I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet. Get my purse, please.” Victoria got up off her knees and looked over to the small table where Rhona had left her oversized Louis Vuitton bag. As she walked towards it, Rhona got up and began taking off her own clothes. She was down to just her bra when Victoria got the bag over to her.

“One must always be prepared,” Rhona said, reaching in. Victoria stood there, suddenly feeling cold despite the warmth of the room - with so many naked girls in and out, Charisma kept the thermostat well into the 70s all the time, despite LA’s own warmer climes. As if to emphasis her own point, Rhona pulled out two phones, a small pack of baby wipes, a wad of hundred dollar bills that made Victoria’s eyes go wide, and a small hand gun that made Victoria go cold before finally finding what she wanted - a small, finger-length vibrator.

“Love this little thing,” Rhona said, putting everything else back into the bag. “Once used it on a trans-Atlantic flight from New York to London. Came six times before one of the stewardess’ figured out what I was doing.” Rhona paused and smiled at the memory. “Then I helped her join the Mile High club. Twice.”

“You want me to use it on you?” Victoria asked.

“Mmm, yes that would be nice, but first - up on the desk,” Rhona said. Victoria blinked, but moved quickly to follow instructions. She pushed some of Charisma’s stuff aside and sat on the desk. Rhona approached quickly and kissed her once on the mouth before gently running the toy over Victoria’s nipples.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:35:29 AM

“That feels nice,” Victoria admitted, even as Rhona’s other hand slipped down between the stripper’s legs.

“I’m glad you think so,” Rhona said, stroking Victoria’s pussy gently while trailing the vibrator down the younger girl’s body. Without another word, Rhona pried Victoria open and slid the tiny vibe inside her. Victoria went ridged as the vibrations began to hum inside her. With deft skill, Rhona pressed the vibrator right up against Victoria’s G-spot, and the affect was instantly obvious, the young stripper groaning in delight, even as she fought to remain upright atop the desk.

It was a fight Victoria couldn’t win. She let herself slide down, the vibrator humming inside her like the world’s hottest dynamo; the young woman shook under the loving, wishing that Rhona would replace that with her lips. After about a century or so… in and out of Victoria the vibrator moved, treating her better than Dan or any man had ever done before. Yes, he was big enough, but this was something else again. Sparks were going off inside her box, making her want to fall into this woman’s arms and stay there forever; she had to content herself with clutching Rhona as the older woman continued to heat her up.

“…no…” Victoria moaned, feeling the vibrator moving back out. Rhona couldn’t be leaving her like this, could she? Part of her wanted to wrench the thing out of her hands and put it back inside until she was good and ready, but she instinctively knew Rhona would certainly not take that well.

Putting the vibrator down next to her, Rhona moved in closer, placing her bald snatch directly onto Victoria’s and starting to slowly rub the tingling muff. Victoria’s groans increased as the rhythm continued, their clits almost fusing together. It wasn’t as good as enjoying it with her lips, but it came a very close second.

“Just between you and me,” Rhona said as her hands fondled Victoria’s breasts, “I tend to agree with most men on one thing – I like them young. The younger the better.”

Between what was happening down below and Rhona’s fingers on her chest, Victoria wouldn’t have been blamed for paying no attention to what was going on around her – but she had noticed the position of the vibrator. Reaching up to kiss Rhona, she put one arm around her and rested her free hand near the vibrator, searching for its on/off button. One other kiss later Victoria found it, and switched it back on as she picked it up, bringing it to just above Rhona’s ass; she was delighted to find it was still coated with her secretions.




As Rhona brought her breasts onto Victoria’s, the younger woman lowered the vibrator onto the older one’s asscleft and started to slide it in, slowly pushing it up Rhona’s behind – and was rewarded with a long, slow moan from her boss as she started to push herself back, grinding her butt as Victoria moved it inside her, reflecting that she could never have done this with Dan.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:37:37 AM

She could feel Rhona getting warmer with each stroke of the vibrator’s journey up her behind, the boss’s body heaving on top of her. With her free hand, Victoria fondled one of Rhona’s boobs, enjoying how tantalizingly close they were to her mouth; maneourving herself down a little while not breaking the rhythm she’d built behind her, Victoria moved her face in between Rhona’s breasts and slowly licked each nipple. As she tasted the boobs, Victoria’s mind conjured up Rhona’s spread-open cheeks with the vibrator humming away between them.

“Oooohhh…. Ohhhyesss….” Rhona moaned as she ground away harder, moving her fingers along Victoria’s silky body as she felt herself becoming even moister. Victoria’s own snatch was getting in on it now as one of Rhona’s hands rapidly moved down and the fingers slipped inside; both women’s cries increased as they moved together. Each one looked into the other’s eyes; Victoria could see she was loving it, and thrust away ever harder behind her, pushing herself upwards as she felt Rhona’s fingers inside her, groaning and gasping with each stroke.

Rhona had to wonder if Victoria had had past experience or not, because… because… because this waaassssssssSSSSSSSSSS… “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She couldn’t hold back anymore, screaming as she clutched Victoria and thrashed above the girl, herself letting her give in to Rhona’s fingers. As Rhona’s ass bucked backwards once more, the boss felt the buzzing stick pulling back and out before she let herself move forward, resting onto Victoria; her bum was aching, but she absolutely loved it. Rhona cradled Victoria in her arms as she rolled over – even she had to make herself comfortable after that, which meant she had to be on her back.

Flushed and glowing, Victoria found herself straddling the woman and feeling more confident than she had ever been in bed for a while. No way was Rhona in her control – Rhona was sub to nobody – but at least they were sort of on their way to being kind of equals. For a little while.

Victoria wanted Rhona’s mouth between her legs badly, but until she was ready contact would have to do; her fingers danced over the boss’s breasts as she moved closer, melding their snatches and loving how Rhona’s bald box felt next to her own. If she couldn’t scissor, this was the next best thing. Putting her dance training to some interesting use, she began to rub against Rhona, a tingle running through her body when their pussy lips touched. As she leaned forward to kiss Rhona’s rack, she hoped against hope that she’d get another chance to bury her face down below again – ideally with Rhona returning the favour.

It might not just have been the thought of Rhona Mitra licking her out that caused Victoria to put more energy into her rubbing and licking, but it didn’t hurt. Suckling and tonguing each boob with almost as much passion as she’d put into her head earlier, Victoria wished that this was entirely because she loved the older woman – and not simply taking sucking up to the next level. Never letting her rhythm slip for a second, she ground herself against Rhona’s soaked pussy as far as she could, feeling the woman’s body warming up and the boss starting to gasp.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:40:20 AM

“Oh yes… that’s good… yes, keep going…” Rhona pulled Victoria into her arms, practically smothering her with her breasts and fondling her eagerly as she tried to keep herself in control – but dammit, this girl’s mouth and crotch action were just too much. Rhona clutched the girl tighter, calling out her name over and over as the two ladies thrust against each other, their pussy juices flowing together.

With a loud howl of joy, Victoria kissed Rhona on the lips as both ladies exploded inside, experiencing a mutual orgasm for one of the few times in their lives – for the first time in Victoria’s case, if not Rhona’s. The woman was too in control of herself to let out another scream, but she didn’t have a problem with a satisfied sigh and an actual warm smile; as the heat moved through her body, Rhona rested a hand on Victoria’s head.

“You’re hired. Full time,” Rhona said in between moans. “Effective immediately… although this may call for a repeat performance.”

“No problem, ma’am,” Victoria replied with a smile that she wasn’t fully behind.

*   *   *

A leggy black girl with impressive tits and the flattest ass Kristen had ever seen swung around the pole at the front of the stage, eliciting minimal attention from the crowd, even as her bra fell away to reveal two very delicious looking nipples. The lead FBI agent had to shake her head to get away from imagining her lips on those nipples and concentrate on her job, such as it was.

In all her years of hunting, Kristen Bell had never gotten so much as a picture of Rhona Mitra. No descriptions, either, and were it not for a scant few accounts of meeting the crime boss, Kristen would have question the reports that she was female. It made picking her out of a crowd impossible except through trial and error, and with a crowd this thin, trial and error only got you so far before you spooked your target.

Not that Kristen could even guess who her target was. She sighed. This was impossible.

She settled in at the bar and kept her eyes on the dancer, trying to blend in. Could Rhona be one of the dancers? That seemed unlikely, considering how long Rhona’d been active in the crime scene, but stranger things had happened. No, Kristen’s gut was telling her that Rhona was the money behind this dive, not one of the performers. That was a shame, though. For a dive strip club, the Spectacular’s strippers were on the higher end of gorgeous.

“What’ll it be?” a pleasant voice asked. Kristen turned to see an attractive brunette bartender, her tits bare to match the Spectacular’s less-than-stellar reputation, smiling at her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:43:03 AM

“Beer, whatever you have on tap,” Kristen said.

“Sure,” the bartender smiled. Kristen felt her own nipples go a little hard at that, but refrained from making any sort of move. It was bad form to hit on a bartender while she was working.

“Tap beer?” another voice said. “You can do better than that. Emily, get my friend her something… spicy. My tab.”

The bartender glanced at Kristen, but nodded towards the other woman. “Sure thing, Amanda.”

“You’re a doll, Emily,” Amanda said, turning to face Kristen. About the same height as the FBI, Amanda had long blonde hair, a prominent nose that did nothing to diminish her beauty of her face, and an impressive enough chest to rival bartender Emily.

“Thanks, I guess,” Kristen said.

“Don’t thank me yet, you haven’t tasted anything yet,” Amanda said.

“Well, I do enjoy a spicy taste,” Kristen said. Her nipples were blatantly hard now, and she hadn’t so much as glanced at either the strippers or the topless bartender. As of this moment, Kristen Bell only had eyes for this Amanda woman.

The next forty-five minutes went by in a flash, as Kristen allowed herself to be seduced by Amanda Seyfried, a charming regular here at the Spectacular who openly informed the FBI agent that she’d bedded more than one of the strippers, and had even gotten into Emily’s panties one night after closing the place out. Unabashedly here to lust over naked women, she seemed quite fixated on Kristen, an unencumbered, slightly older woman alone in a strip club.

“So do you only sleep with strippers?” Kristen finally asked as her third martini (to Amanda's fifth) finally got the alcohol to affect her brain with a slight buzz.

“Oh gosh no,” Amanda said, slurring her voice ever-so-slightly. “I'll do just about anyone, so long as they don't have a penis. Made that mistake only twice.”

“Twice?” Kristen asked.

“The boy I lost my virginity to, and a girl who wasn't entirely a girl yet a few years later,” Amanda said with a giggle. “Thought it'd be the best of both worlds, but it was the opposite. Penis inside me, and all the moody, clingy, neediness of a woman. Can't advise it.”

“I'm not too fond of clingy women myself, though I do love a bit of mystery,” Kristen said.

“I get that,” Amanda said, her hand suddenly on Kristen's thigh. “Makes me wish I was more mysterious.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:44:20 AM

“No secrets to keep?” Kristen asked, placing her hand on Amanda's and edging it just a bit further up her leg.

“I'm a bit of an open book,” Amanda said, suddenly being bold and sliding her hand right up under Kristen's skirt, stopping just before coming in contact with the agent's panties.

“Then maybe we could go to your place,” Kristen said. “I love a good open book in bed.”

Amanda nodded once towards the bartender, and pulled her keys out of her purse. “I'll drive.”

*   *   *

Victoria was still reeling a bit from her encounter with Rhona. Her pussy still throbbed, and was still a little wet. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and didn't want to go down, no matter what she thought about. And her mind. Her mind was lost.

There was no denying it anymore, not to herself anyway. Victoria Justice loved women. Sexually, anyway. And she loved sex with women more than sex with men. There was no getting past that fact.

Of course, there was still the problem of Dan, who she did really like, a lot. She wasn't so sure about love anymore. She wasn't against having sex with him again, but it would never be as good as it was with a woman. And if the sex wasn't great, was there a point to being with someone?

Well, yes, yes there was. After all, she'd never have kids with someone like Rhona Mitra, or even Charisma Carpenter. Biology aside, neither seemed like the family kind.

But Dan... Dan could not only physically father a child, but despite his roughness and his distaste for Victoria's current job, he'd be a good father. And he loved Victoria, which was half the issue, wasn't it? Finding someone who loved you?

And it wasn't like she disliked sex with men. Well, with Dan. Well, most of the time.

“Ugh,” she said, allowing her head to collapse onto the makeup table.

“You're supposed to be out of here by now!” Charisma scolded her a minute or two later as she zipped through the backstage area. “I'm not paying you!”

“Ugh,” Victoria said again, getting up. She glanced down to see she was still clad in her stripper outfit, the cowgirl shorts and checkered shirt tied at her chest. She undid the tie, letting the shirt become a shirt and fall to her hips, and suddenly she was just a slightly out-of-style teenager. She could've changed, but decided against it. If she stayed here much longer, she might never go home.

Victoria stood up, waved goodnight to the couple of strippers still getting ready to go on, and headed out the door.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:45:30 AM

Outside, she reached into her purse, looking for her phone. She could use a little music to cheer up and forget about what she'd just done – if she could. Something happy and dance-y, maybe. Something to remind her that there was more to life than an unhappy boyfriend and sleeping with her boss – and her boss' boss. And her boss's boss' girlfriend.

“Well well well, aren't you a sneaky little slut.”

The voice stopped Victoria cold. She looked up to see Russell leaning against a car, arms crossed, looking both angry and happy at the same time somehow.

“W-what?” Victoria stammered.

“I never got my lapdance,” Russell said. “And I knew you went and had sex with that woman, so I think I'm going to get my dance now.”

Victoria went pale. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you're a little lesbian slut who cheats on her boyfriend,” Russell said. “And I'm going to tell him everything I saw unless you give me everything I want.”

“No, please,” Victoria said, trying to back away. But Russell was faster than his size implied, and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him with ease. He licked his lips once, lasciviously, and put his other hand on her ass.

“Yeah, I think you're going to give me everything I want and more.” He reached down and yanked open Victoria's shirt, exposing her breasts. She tried to pull away, but he held her tight. “You want me to tell Dan all about what you did?”

“N-no,” Victoria said. “But, please, I don't-”
“Then get naked, bitch. I want my lap dance,” Russell said.

“Here? In the parking lot?”

“Oh, we'll get into my car soon enough,” he said. “Now lose the clothes.”

He hadn't let go of her arm. She couldn't get away. The music from the club was loud – too loud. She couldn't call for help. No one would hear her. She didn't really have much of a choice...

“Please, let me go,” she said as his eyes feasted on her perky little tits.

“You just slept with another woman, you can do things for me, too. You ain't no princess who's too dainty to do slutty stuff.”

“But I'm with Dan-”

“Not if you don't do what I want,” he said, taking one of her nipples in his free hand and giving it a playful little tweak. “Loose the shorts.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:47:28 AM

“No, I-”

“I said lose the shorts!” He snapped, reaching down and yanking on them. The button held, and he just pulled Victoria up against his chest. She tried to push away, but he kept his grip on her arm, and was starting to get angry.

“It ain't like I haven't seen your cunt already, bitch – it was just up on stage,” he said, his voice oddly calm. Somehow, that made it worse.

“Please,” Victoria begged again, but Russell was already yanking on her shorts again, this time getting the button to come undone. He yanked them down far enough to expose Victoria's entire ass, but not much further – he didn't need much more than that.

“Please, stop!” Victoria said, tears welling in her eyes. He looked at her, again very calm, and pulled aside the flimsy panties covering her privates. As soon as she was uncovered, Russell shoved a single finger up inside her.

“NO!” She screamed, hitting him with her free hand. Once, twice, three times. His figner came out of her-

-and the hand backhanded her across the face. Hard. She stumbled, and he took advantage, shoving her into the open car door and onto the backseat where she landed on her stomach.

“Damnit, bitch, you should've just played along. Now I'm going to get what I want, and I'm still telling Dan what a slut you are!” Russell paused long enough to pull his pants down far enough to get out his pale cock. Victoria saw it for but a second over her shoulder before Russell got into the car and climbed atop her, pressing her down against the seat.

“NO! NOOOOO! STOP! NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Victoria screamed, but he had her right where he wanted her. The next thing Victoria Justice felt was her rapist's penis entering her from behind.

*   *   *

“'Only Happy When It Rains?'” Tammin Sursok said aloud as she watched the not-so-cute Asian girl dance around on the stage with an umbrella, a yellow rain slicker, and matching panties that must have been hell to actually sit in. “Well, at least that's original for the night.”

The Spectacular was proving to be the stereotypical strip joint, with the same 12 or so songs every hour, with increasingly iffy looking strippers, and no sign whatsoever of anyone who might be Rhona Mitra. Even the enjoyment of seeing naked women before her was wearing off, though again, the decreased quality of the women getting naked made that inevitable.

She'd lost track of Beverley Mitchell hours ago, and didn't really care to go looking for her. But she'd just seen Kristen Bell leaving with another short, beautiful blonde, and that left Tammin feeling a bit left-out. She hadn't had any in a while, and the pickings here were getting slim, to say the least.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:49:31 AM

And yet, as far as Tammin could tell, she was the last member of the team here. Could she leave even if she found someone to hook up with? Kristen had left, but Kristen was a wild card by all FBI standards, and played it as fast and loose with the rules as she did with her own panties. And Beverley... Beverley probably left specifically to trap Tammin there.

Oh well, maybe she could just step outside for a minute or two. Clear her head. Get away from the music – yes, yes that sounded like a great idea as 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' came on for the 9th time this night. Tammin found the nearest exit and headed outside, desperate for some relief.

She didn't get it. She wasn't out the door more than two seconds before she spotted a couple having an argument out by one of the cars. The man, much bigger than the girl, was angry and holding the girl tight. The girl – wearing a checkered shirt and shorts way too short for this time of night – looked frightened.

Tammin paused. This wasn't any of her concern, but something about the scene made her unwilling to look away. Was the girls' shirt open? She thought she saw a flash of nipple. And did the guy just shove his hand down her shorts? This was getting sketchy.

And then the guy hauled off and hit the girl before throwing her into the back of his car. Tammin gasped in shock, but took off running. She wasn't armed, didn't have her badge – damn undercover assignment – but she was still a Federal Law Enforcement office, and she'd be damned if she was going to let a rape happen right in front of her.

The guy had gotten into the car and mounted the girl by the time Tammin got there, his hairy white ass sticking up in the air above his belt. The girl was screaming for him to get off – or out, even – and Tammin realized he hadn't seen her coming, didn't know she was there now, and deserved what he was about to get.

She reached in, grabbed the belt of his pants, and hauled back as hard as she could. The guy hadn't lowered his jeans all that far – hadn't even undone the belt, just sorta shoved them down enough to get his cock out. Tammin pulled with all her might, and felt her feet give out beneath her, sending her half sliding under the car as she fell to the ground.

But it was enough – she pulled the rapist right out of the car and sent him tripping backwards until he crashed into the car next to them, whacking his head against the side.

Tammin scurried to her feet, seeing a line of blood streaming down the side of the guy's head. It didn't look too bad, but Tammin didn't care about him. She was more concerned with the girl in the car.

“Are you okay?” Tammin asked, helping the girl get into a seated position. Her shirt was ripped open, and her shorts wouldn't be buttoning again any time soon. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was crying, and wrapped her arms around Tammin without so much as looking at her, sobbing into her shoulder.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:51:03 AM

“You bitch! Your relationship is over!” The guy said, stumbling to his feet.

“Don't you even think about it, asshat!” Tammin said. “I'm FBI, and you're under arrest for attempted rape!”

“Fuck you, bitch. You probably lesbian fucked this girl like that other woman inside. I'm outta here.” With that, he yanked up his pants and ran off into the night, leaving his car behind.

“Are you okay?” Tammin asked again. No point in trying to go after him, she couldn't even prove to the local cops she was who she said she was. Better to stay with the victim.

“He's right,” the girl said. “My relationship is over.”

“Sweetie, now's not the time to worry about that. Are you hurt?”

“N-no. I mean, I'm a little sore, but he's not that big down there.”

Tammin actually laughed at that. “That's a girl,” she said, lifting the girl's face so she could see it-

-And nearly gasped. This girl was gorgeous! Couldn't be much over 18, but was stunning, with beautiful brown eyes and matching hair. Tammin felt her heart skip a beat as she stared at the girl she'd just rescued, and for a moment, she couldn't think.

“Are YOU okay?” the girl asked.

“Yeah – you're beautiful!” Tammin blurted out.

“T-t-thanks?” the girl said.

“What's your name?”

“Victoria. Victoria Justice.”

“Nice to meet you, Victoria Justice. I'm Tammin Sursok, and I really am with the FBI.”

“My hero,” Victoria said, looking at Tammin. Something about how she said it made Tammin feel like Victoria really meant that.

“Can I take you to the hospital? We should get a, uh, a rape kit done, get some DNA samples and start the process to press charges.”

“No, no. I don't want any of that,” Victoria said. “I, I just need to rest. He didn't get anywhere, and he won't be back.”

“But-”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:52:20 AM

“Please, Tammin. I'm safe now, you've saved me. Can we just forget it happened?”

It was the wrong thing to say, but Tammin said it anyway. “Whatever you want, Victoria.”

“Thanks.” Victoria looked around, as if remembering where she was. “I, uh, I don't know where to go now.”

“Home?” Tammin asked.

“I can't, Dan will be there.”

“Was that who that was?”

“No, that was... Russell? One of Dan's friends. He caught me cheating on Dan with my boss in there, and he wanted me to sleep with him to keep it secret. He didn't get what he wants, so Dan probably knows already.”

“I'm so sorry,” Tammin said. “Did you love Dan?”

“Once, maybe. I don't know,” Victoria said. “I know I like girls now, so maybe not.” Tammin tried not to let the way her heart fluttered at learning that fact show on her face.

“You have nowhere else to go?” Tammin asked.

“Motel, I guess. I have some cash on me-”

“My hotel isn't that far, why don't you stay with me tonight?” Tammin said without thinking.

“You mean that?” Victoria asked, surprised.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Tammin said.

“Again, my hero, FBI Agent Tammin Sursok,” Victoria said, wiping at her tears for the first time.

*   *   *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:55:08 AM

SMACK!

It wasn't so much the pain of the spanking that bothered Beverley Mitchell – it was the embarrassment.

SMACK!

She stood bent at the waist almost to 90 degrees, her skirt and thong puddled around her ankles, her bare ass exposed to the other women in the room, each cheek with some nasty red spots forming on the skin, roughly in the shape of a handprint.
SMACK!

“Do you have to do this here? I eat at that desk,” Charisma Carpenter asked from where she sat on the couch in her office.

“Like you haven't done much worse on this desk,” Beverley shot back at the club operator.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Hush you, this is your performance review,” Rhona Mitra snapped, giving Beverley three quick but painful slaps.

“Sorry, Ma'am,” Beverley said, returning her attention to the surface of the desk. God, she hated this BDSM crap. Yeah, it was fun sometimes to tie up another girl or some well-hung guy, but she could deal without all the pain. Fucking was supposed to be fun, and only risked sending you to the hospital when it was REALLY active.

SMACK!

“So, you thought it was all right to bring the FBI agent hell bent on finding me here, on a night when I was visiting the Spectacular?” Rhona asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:57:59 AM

“The timing wasn't great, I admit, but she has no idea who you are or what you look like. You could walk right up to her, buy her a drink, and probably fuck her brains out, and she'd never know,” Beverley said.

“Not tonight, she just left with one of my regulars,” Charisma put in.

“Not helping,” Beverley grumbled.

SMACK!

“Rules,” Rhona reminded her. “And Charisma, if you keep adding unhelpful comments to this conversation, I'll bend you over this desk next.”

“Shutting up,” Charisma said.

“Now Beverley, are you certain Agent Bell has no idea what I look like?”

“Ask her girlfriend, Reiko Aylesworth,” Beverley said. “She knows your name, but none of your aliases, doesn't have a single picture of you, and is really just here fishing. She's not even sure you own this place.”

SMACK!

“But I DO own this place,” Rhona said, even as Beverley smarted from the last spank.

“She doesn't know that for sure,” Beverley said. “Not enough to link this place to any of your other activities.”

Beverley braced for another spank, but it wasn't coming.

“You've done well, Beverley. When I seduced you away from the FBI, I never thought you'd pay off this well,” Rhona said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 09:58:55 AM

Beverley resisted the urge to snort. Rhona wasn't kidding about seducing her away. She'd met Beverley during her time at Quantico, and literally got the FBI trainee drunk and into bed, stealing her away from a very male, very jealous fiancé. She'd offered Beverley money, power, and pussy, and all soon-to-be-Agent Mitchell had to do was spy on the FBI's San Francisco office for her.

SMACK!

Well, spy, and all sorts of dirty sexual acts, most of which Beverley wished she could forget she'd ever done. Still, there was a very healthy Swiss bank account with her name on it, and not ALL the sex had been regretful.

“Still, Kristen Bell never should've gotten this far,” Rhona said, breaking into Beverley's woolgathering. “You should've stopped her sooner.”

“How?” Beverley asked. “Kill her? That'd blow my cover.”

SMACK!

“Don't talk back,” Rhona snapped. “But you're correct. You still have more value as a spy than you do as an inmate at Remy Hadley. Still, you've earned a punishment for this gaffe, Beverley.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Beverley said, steeling her ass.

“Oh no, my little spy,” Rhona said, placing an alarmingly gentle hand on Beverley's naked ass. The FBI agent winced, Rhona's fingers tracing along the outline of the hand print in Beverley's skin.

“Then what-”

“You'll be spending the night with Rosie,” Rhona said.

Beverley's head shot up, and she glanced over at the door, alarmed to see Rosie Huntington-Whiteley standing there, holding a cat-o-nine-tails in one hand, and a 12-inch strap-on cock in the other.

“Hello luv,” Rosie said. “Long time, no fuck.”

“Oh, please-”

“It's just for tonight, and she has instructions to leave you able to work tomorrow,” Rhona said, more for Rosie's sake than Beverley's.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:05:42 AM

“Might as well leave your panties there,” Rosie said. “You won't be needing them.”

Beverley swallowed hard. She'd much rather have an all-night spanking session with Rhona than be left in Rosie's tender mercies for that time. But she had no choice. Rhona owned her, mind, body, and soul. If she wanted to give her to her sadistic little girlfriend, there was nothing Beverley could do.

At least that awful Tammin Sursok would never know.

*   *   *

JoAnna Garcia hadn't woken up with her hand between her legs since High School. But here she was, with the early Los Angeles morning sun streaming into her hotel window, the blankets tangled around her bare legs, her faded Little Mermaid t-shirt pulled up to just under her breasts, her panties shoved aside, and her hand atop her very wet slit.

It wasn't too surprising. Her dreams had been all about sex. Sex with Shay. Sex with Jason. Sex with Jessica. Shay and Jessica having sex. Jason and Jessica having sex. Jason and Shay having sex. All of them ravishing JoAnna.

JoAnna had no idea if it was possible for someone to love more than one person at a time, but she knew first hand it was possible to LUST after more than one person at a time.

“Gah,” she grumbled, rolling over onto her stomach, her hand staying right where it was. She was so horny, she knew she'd have to deal with this. There was just no way she'd get through this day without a little sexual release.

As her fingers slid inside her own opening, she imagined they were Shay's. She was fairly certain she loved Shay. Though part of her would always love Jason, too. Mostly the part that still liked sex with a real penis. But that part was increasingly hard to listen to. So she focused on Shay, and not Jason. Though that brought up thoughts of having the both of them.

Well, that would never work.

She tried to push Jason out of her mind, and focused on Shay's amazing ass. Oh yes, that was working. Shay bent over a chair, her glorious naked buttocks in full view. Jessica would love that.

“Jessica?” JoAnna groaned aloud. Yep, now she had the sultry redhead on the brain, and her clit was throbbing at the thought. Well, maybe she could just run with it. She frigged herself a little harder, imagining it was the lovely Miss Chastain bent over bottomless. Yes, that was working. And maybe Shay was right next to her, also bent over. And maybe Jason was there, asking JoAnna which one she wanted, so he could have the other ass. Oh, THAT had her close.

“Either one,” she said aloud, her eyes squeezed shut, her finger moving like crazy, her breath coming faster and faster. She imagined Jason taking his cock and walking towards-

BZZZZZZZZ!

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:06:39 AM

“FUCK!” JoAnna screamed. It was her phone, letting her know she had gotten an text message.

Except it wasn't her usual phone. It was the phone Troian Bellisario had given her, and only for the most important communications.

JoAnna pulled her hand out of her pussy and scrambled across the bed, reaching with her clean hand for the spare phone.

“Everything in place. IT happens tonight. See you soon, Sexy. T.”

The message was short and simple, but JoAnna knew exactly what it meant. Everything was in place. Shay, Hayden, and the rest of the San Fran Eight would be escaping from Remy Hadley that night. Which meant JoAnna could be seeing Shay as soon as she got home to San Fran, assuming Shay didn't run for the hills. It wasn't the plan, but JoAnna wouldn't blame her. She'd be hunted, forever on the run.

Well, JoAnna would run with her if Shay asked.

But first, she had to survive this wedding. And for that, she needed an orgasm, like right this second. JoAnna rolled back over, stuck her fingers back into her slit, and started imagining again. This time, Shay, Jessica and Jason were joined by Troian Bellisario.

JoAnna didn't question it. Instead, she just let herself cum. Hard.

*   *   *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:13:35 AM

Victoria awoke to the sun streaming in the window, her head surrounded by the fluffiest pillow she'd felt in years, clean sheets, a cozy comforter, and a working air conditioner humming away to keep the heat of Los Angeles at bay. She knew she wasn't at home, but didn't care at all. She never wanted to leave this bed.

Of course, it would help to know where this bed was. She opened an eye and looked around, immediately realizing she was in a hotel room. It was a second or two later that she realized she wasn't alone.

Tammin Sursok came out of the bathroom struggling to hook her bra in the back, her hair still wet from a shower, and a half-eaten cruller in her mouth. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than any woman Victoria had ever seen. And lately, Victoria had been seeing a lot of them.

“Good morning,” Victoria said, slowly sitting up. She was surprised to discover she was still clothed, wearing the same flannel shirt that was part of her cowboy stripper outfit. She checked under the covers, even more surprised to find her shorts still on as well.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:16:08 AM

“Morning. Sorry if I woke you, but I have to get to work soon. It's almost 9 as it is,” Tammin said before returning the doughnut to her mouth.

“Did- did you sleep somewhere else last night?” Victoria asked, trying to remember. Honestly, she wasn't sure how much of what she remembered was a dream and what was real. She remembered almost being raped, having sex with Rhona, and being rescued by this beautiful FBI agent.

“No, I slept next to you,” Tammin said, actually blushing a little. “It's the only bed, after all.”

“But I'm still dressed,” Victoria said, confused.

“I didn't want to take your clothes off.”

“You didn't?” Victoria asked, surprised. “Are you straight?”

Tammin actually laughed at that. “I guess I'm bi – I've had a few cocks that I've enjoyed – I'm actually pretty good at giving head, or so I'm told – but I enjoy women just as much, if not more.”

“Then why didn't you...” Victoria trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Victoria, you were nearly raped last night. As attractive as I think you are, I wasn't going to force myself upon you after that.”

Victoria could barely believe her ears. “You wouldn't have been forcing yourself,” she said quietly.

“Do you want to go to the police today? I'll help you file charges, I just have to let my boss know what's going on first, and-”

“No, I don't want to talk to the police,” Victoria said, flatly. “They won't do anything, and I just want to forget it happened.”

“I was a witness, Victoria,” Tammin said, sitting down on the bed. Victoria's eyes dropped to her bra-covered tits for a moment, thinking them a wonderful size, just about a solid handfull, maybe a bit more, just for good measure. “Trust me, with an FBI agent beside you, the cops will believe you.”

“No,” Victoria said again. “I can't. I've got too much going on. My boyfriend's no doubt going to break up with me the moment he sees me, I've been sleeping with my female boss, plus a co-worker or two, we've got a million bills due, I'm probably going to be homeless when I get back – I just can't take one more problem right now. I just can't!”

Tammin looked at her for a moment, then scooted closer. She took the young stripper in her arms and held her tight, hugging her tightly.

“As long as I'm in LA, you can stay with me,” Tammin said quietly.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:23:05 AM

“As long as I'm in LA, you can stay with me,” Tammin said quietly.

“Seriously?” Victoria asked, surprised.

“Of course,” Tammin said. “And if you don't want to report your rape right now, you don't have to. I really wish you would – it's the right thing to do, because assholes like that never stop at just one girl. But it's your choice. I can't force you.”

“Thank you, Tammin. For everything,” Victoria said. “I can't thank you enough for this.”

“Well, we'll just have to see about that,” Tammin said, with a smile. “Now, I really need to get to work. Let me give you my cell number, okay?”

“Yeah, you already had me in bed. We probably should exchange numbers,” Victoria said, trying to sound flip about it.

“Victoria Justice, if you and I had really shared this bed last night, trust me, you'd remember it,” Tammin said.

*   *   *

The cab stopped two blocks away from where the FBI van was parked, and Kristen Bell stumbled out, wishing once again that she had larger sunglasses. It wasn't THAT bright out – this was LA, and the smog level was pretty bad today. But in order to get into Amanda Seyfried's panties, and thus her home, Kristen had drank a little too deeply, especially of a fine wine Amanda had offered when they'd gotten back to her place – Kristen had sipped that wine off Amanda's nipples.

Fortunately for Kristen, even drunk, Amanda talked in her sleep, and admitted that she only went to the club to pick up women, and still needed a redhead for her weekly goal. A quick hunt through her purse while Amanda was in the shower, and an even quicker call back to the San Fran office confirmed that Amanda Seyfreid was just a lonely, if beautiful, lesbian living in LA with more money than time on her hands and a penchant for strippers.

Which meant, awesome sex aside, Kristen's entire night had been a bust.

The van was right where they'd left it – a remarkable feat itself in LA, she figured. And to her surprise, when Kristen opened the door, Tammin Sursok was sitting there, looking at her phone while sipping coffee. There were two more cups in a plastic container on one of the seats, steam still rising from it.

“You're a godsend,” Kristen said.

“Thanks, I try hard,” Tammin said.

“Not you, the coffee,” Kristen said, downing a large sip, nearly burning her tongue in the process. She didn't care.

“It's so much fun working with you two,” Tammin grumbled. “Is that the same outfit you were wearing last night?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:24:37 AM

“It is,” Kristen admitted around the cup.

“Didn't you go back to the hotel?”

“Nope,” Kristen said again. “I was, uh, following a lead.”

“A lead? Sure,” Tammin said, smirking.

The van was silent for a few minutes as Kristen worked on sucking down coffee and getting her brain to work. Her other senses were starting to return to her with the refueling of caffeine, and she suddenly realized she smelled like a strip club.

“You think I should go back a change?” Kristen asked.

“Might want to,” Tammin said without looking at her.

“Will you have more coffee when I get back?” she asked, eying the other cup.

“Maybe, if you're good.”

“BJ, you are a godsend,” Kristen said, patting the other agent on the head as she stood up to leave. Suddenly, the door to the van opened, and a very bleary eyed Beverley Mitchell stood there, looking worse than Kristen felt.

“Is that coffee?” she asked.

“It is,” Tammin replied.

“You're fantastic,” Beverley said.

“Thanks,” Tammin said, rolling her eyes.

“Not you, the coffee,” Beverley snapped, then winced as she sat down, coffee cup in hand. At first, Kristen thought it was because she'd been loud, but she realized from the way Beverley was trying to adjust herself in the chair that the problem was actually her butt.

“Is that the same outfit you wore last night?” Kristen asked.

“Yeah, I got lucky, so what?” Beverley asked.

“You want to come with me back to the hotel to shower and change?”

“Who's going to watch the joint?” Beverley asked, barely able to open her eyes.

“BJ will do it, won't you BJ?”

“I live to serve.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:27:35 AM

Beverley laughed, then winced again. “That's what all the guys say.” With that, she got back up, and hopped out of the van.

“We'll be quick, BJ. Promise,” Kristen said, following Beverley out.

“Yeah, don't rush on my account,” Tammin shot back, but Kristen was already shutting the door and didn't hear her.

*   *   *

JoAnna's early morning orgasm had been forgotten by late afternoon. She'd spent the day helping to run the rehearsal dinner for Amy and Dichen's wedding, and it was now time for the bachlorette party, or the Hen party as Australian Dichen insisted on calling it. Either way, the girls were all getting together and going to a strip club, and JoAnna had some serious reservations.

Not about the strippers, but what Amy and Dichen might do to said strippers.

“Hey there, hot stuff, ready to see some naked ladies?”

Joanna turned around and saw Jessica Chastain approaching with a big smile on her face – and about as much cleavage as she could show without being arrested for indecent exposure. The neckline of Jessica's top actually dropped below her breasts, terminating in a sharp point just above where JoAnna imagined her navel must be, making it evident that there was no bra on underneath the smoldering hot red fabric.

“Wow, Jessica,” Joanna said by way of greeting. “You look amazing!”

“Thanks,” Jessica said. She pointed towards her face. “My eyes are up here, by the way.”

“Sorry,” JoAnna said, still not quite looking away from Jessica's breasts. She wasn't the largest girl in the world, but what she had was lovely, the pale flesh matching her red hair so perfectly. The matching short skirt didn't hurt either.

“S'alright,” Jessica drawled. “I hope to be saying that phrase a LOT tonight. Nothing hotter than distracting everyone from strippers.”

“You certainly could.”

“So could you, if you wanted to, miss blouse and jeans – JEANS!” Jessica said in disgust. “How are you supposed to feel anything from your lap dance if you're wearing jeans?”

“Uh, I wasn't planning on having a lap dance,” JoAnna admitted.

“Oh no,” Jessica said sternly. “As you co-Maid of Honor, I'm afraid I must insist on you getting a lap dance. So go back upstairs and throw on some shorts at least. I'll hold the fort here.”

“I didn't bring money for a lap dance,” JoAnna said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:29:28 AM

“I'll buy you one,” Jessica said. She leaned in close, her nearly-exposed chest pressing against JoAnna's blouse-covered chest. For a second, JoAnna thought the other woman was going to kiss her, but instead Jessica whispered in her ear. “I so want to see some hot babe gyrating atop my new favorite lust object. Don't disappoint me.”

JoAnna felt her pussy quiver, and all the naughty thoughts of Jessica, Shay, and any other girl JoAnna might have ever lusted after came flooding back into her brain.

“I, uh, I guess I need to go change,” JoAnna said.

“Good girl,” Jessica said. She was still pressing against JoAnna, who wasn't trying to pull away. This time, Jessica leaned in to the other ear before whispering. “If you forget your panties in the process, I won't hold it against you.”

Fifteen minutes later, JoAnna was jumping onto the party bus that would take them to the Spectacular, now clad in a short skirt and a tight black top. She had, indeed, forgotten her panties.

*   *   *

As far as Victoria Justice’s parents were concerned, their little girl worked as a waitress in a nightclub. They rarely came to LA and they didn’t like clubs, so Victoria had never had to worry about her parents wanting to visit her at work. She also didn’t have to worry about her boyfriend telling them; Dan didn’t like the idea of his girlfriend dancing around on a stage and taking off all her clothes in front of people who weren’t him, so he had no problems with maintaining the lie. In fact, he was even more devoted to spreading that story than she was.

As such, her neighbors had grown to expect her coming home in the early morning, sometimes a little latter. According to Dan's pack of lies, she had the night shift and sometimes worked late cleaning up. This was late, even for late clean-up, though, so Victoria tried to be as quiet as possible as she slipped in the door. Old Mrs. Jandzinski across the hall was a horrible gossip, and she found Dan and Victoria fascinating. Or at least the lies Dan told her.

Victoria opened the door, and was immediately greeted by the sounds of some Mexican telenovela or another. KVEA appealed to Dan’s taste for Latina ladies, and in keeping with her Puerto Rican blood Victoria liked to keep her Spanish from getting rusty, but usually neither of them were paying attention. Especially Victoria, due to her being exhausted after working all night. This late in the morning, though, Dan should have left for work. The TV being on meant he was home. And that meant that it was past time for Victoria to face the music. She took a deep breath, walked into the bedroom where Dan was watching the TV, and said a tiny “Hi.”

She waited.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:31:10 AM

And waited.

Dan was sitting on the bed, naked as ever and very erect, but the look he was giving Victoria suggested…. Anger? Sorrow? What?

“I've never liked you being a stripper, Victoria,” he said calmly. “I could have always gotten you work in the bakery; all you had to do was ask.”

“It doesn’t pay as well and we need the extra cash; we’ve been over this before—“

“I don’t like it, but I can live with it. You told me all you did was take your clothes off and you didn’t do anything else with the men. And I believed you.”

“Dan, I’ve done some lapdancing as well as the stripping, but that’s as far as it goes, I swear!”

“Oh, I know you haven’t done anything with MEN.”

Victoria felt as if she’d just been stabbed in the heart. Her mouth dropped and her mind tumbled all over itself, as she flashed back to two nights ago – the boss, then her girlfriend, then the two of them together…

“Russel told me he saw you going off with that British woman and at the Spectacular, and he knows she sleeps with the girls when she’s in town,” Dan continued.

“I couldn’t turn my boss down—“

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out about it?”

Suddenly, Victoria was angry. “Did your asshole friend tell you he tried to rape me?” she snarled.

“He told me you came on to him in the parking lot!” Dan shot back. “Offered to blow him to get him to keep silent! I guess Russel is a more loyal friend than you are a girlfriend!”

“You asshole!” Victoria said. “He tried to force himself on me! Your friend attacked me!”

“Like I'm going to believe a word you say now,” Dan said, standing up. He was still erect. Victoria stopped where her foot rested as she stared at him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly fearful. Was he going to try and finish what Russell started?

“You have two options, Victoria,” he said. “You can lay down right now, and let me do every dirty, nasty thing I've ever wanted to you, and when you're done, you call up that awful club and quit.”

“Like hell,” Victoria said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:34:50 AM

“The I want you out of here by the time I get back, or I’m calling the police.”

“But—“

“My name's the only one on the renter's agreement, Victoria. You can go and stay with your boss’s hot girlfriend – or you can go and pick up someone. That’s what whores do, right? Now get packed. I'll give you until I'm done my shower to change your mind, but that's it.”

Victoria stood there as Dan walked past her towards the bathroom, his eyes giving her ass one last glance. Typical, she thought. He was probably jacking off in the shower to the image of her ass. She quickly packed her bag and was just leaving the apartment when the shower water shut off.

*   *   *

They were quite the sight, back this second night. Three women, each more than hot enough to perform on the stage, once again walking into the Spectacular, trying to look inconspicuous, and at the same time looking that much more out of place.

“Bloody hell, I'd bang them all,” Rosie said, looking at the security camera feed.

“Is there anyone you wouldn't bang?” Charisma asked.

“Probably not, I banged you after all,” Rosie said, reaching over and swatting Charisma's ass. The club managed winced in pain. It was hardly the first spanking she'd gotten from Rosie Huntington-Whiteley in the last 16 hours. It also explained why she was standing instead of sitting.

“Which one is Bell?” Rhona Mitra asked, though she already knew the answer.

“The shorter blonde one,” Charisma said. “Took one of my regulars home last night. Reiko won't be happy about that.”

“Reiko's been tapping that?” Rosie asked. “Lucky girl.”

“I want her.”

Rosie and Charisma traded looks. “Uh, maybe my bouncers can grab her, but she's trained FBI, she's not going to go easily.”

“No, I mean I want her in bed.”

The looked passed again. “You sure, Rhona?” Rosie asked. “She's been hunting for you all this time-”

“I want her. Pass the word to your strippers, Charisma. No one approaches me, no one says my name. I'm not here. They don't know me.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:37:02 AM

“You've banged each and every one of them, they're going to recognize you,” Charisma said.

“But Bell won't. I'll give her a fake name. But I'm taking the woman hunting me to bed tonight.”

“You want me to help?” Rosie asked, adding a little flirty tone to her voice.

“Not at all,” Rhona said. “If I give her to you, it means she's found out who I am, and you're her last lay. I'm not ready for that just yet.”

“If you say so,” Rosie said, sounding disappointed.

Rhona got up and took Rosie by the hand, pulling the younger woman to her for a surprisingly gentle kiss. “She'll never take your place. At least, not for more than a night.”

“If you say so,” Rosie said.

“I do. Now go select a stripper for your fun tonight. Charisma, make sure she gets whoever she wants. I'll be out hunting.”

*   *   *

The trip to the strip club was done in two vehicles. The brides, their Maids of Honor, and a pair of friends each, all crammed into a limo, which in JoAnna's mind, could've been bigger. Everyone's foot was on someone's other foot, and the mini bar was empty before they got halfway there, due in part to Dichen and Amy downing three wine coolers each the moment they sat down.

“I want to be good and drunk when we get there,” Amy said, winking at JoAnna. JoAnna rolled her eyes and shared a look with Jessica, who was quite amused by everything – and who's hand kept ending up on JoAnna's knee.

The rest of the party followed in a party van, which while bigger and had more people on it, actually looked more comfortable to JoAnna. Maybe she'd ride back in it. At least no one there was trying to stick their head out the sunroof every thirty seconds like Dichen had been.

“Wooo! Let's see some naked boobies!” Dichen shouted as the limo pulled up to the Spectacular.

“What was in those wine coolers?” Jessica asked as everyone slid out of the limo.

“I don't know, I never got one,” JoAnna muttered.

“Guess I'll have to work harder if I'm going to get you drunk and take advantage of you,” Jessica said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:38:19 AM

“Guess you will,” JoAnna said, putting her hand on Jessica's thigh right before getting out of the limo. Two could play this game.

It took a few minutes to get the whole group into the club, during which time Amy and Dichen took every chance they could to make out, ignoring everyone else. JoAnna just let them – if she ever got married, she'd hope she was so hopelessly in lust with whoever she was marrying. That, unfortunately, brought up the mental image of her in a wedding gown, with both Jason and Shay up on stage with her, and a justice of the peace asking which partner she wanted to marry. She shook the mental image, and started helping Jessica usher everyone inside.

“This is where they first met?” JoAnna asked. “It's a dive!”

“Yep,” Jessica said. “But trust me, the girls are hot,” she added with a wink. JoAnna turned towards the stage, and found herself only slightly impressed by the big-breasted Asian girl bouncing her ass in front of a few male patrons. The place was half empty.

“I hope they got a good rate for this,” JoAnna said, following the others to a few tables off to the side. This was going to be a long night.   

*   *   *

The Spectacular was rather loud tonight, Tammin Sursok thought. Part of it was the bachelorette party that had come storming in maybe half an hour ago. The two brides, distinguished by cheap paper tiaras and the fact that everyone else was buying them drinks, were clearly trying to out drink the entire place, and were eager to be up close to whatever stripper was on stage at the time. Unfortunately for the strippers, after a few dollar bills got thrown their way, the two brides seemed far more interested in making out with each other than tipping their erotic entertainment.

Beyond the party, however, there were a few more men in the joint, some of whom were looking less-than-pleased at the lesbians hogging the attention of the performers and waitresses. Idly, Tammin wondered if she'd have to pull anyone else off anyone else. One night of that was enough, in her opinion.

“Hey there, hot stuff, care for a private dance?”

Tammin blinked, looking up at the half-naked girl standing next to her, surprised to see Victoria Justice smiling sadly at her.

“Victoria!” Tammin said, feeling her heart leap in her chest. “W-what are you-”

“Girl's gotta work, you know,” Victoria said. “Can I sit with you?”

“Please!” Tammin said, pushing over on the bench she was sitting on.

“Actually, my boss is prowling around, do you mind-?” Victoria asked before sitting directly on to Tammin's lap and wrapping an arm around her back.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:41:15 AM

“I can't imagine I'd ever mind this,” Tammin admitted, even as Victoria idly played with the buttons on Tammin's blouse.

“You're sweet,” Victoria said. “I, uh, I wanted to thank you again for what you did last night. You saved me, and-” she stopped, tears in her eyes, her mouth quivering as she tried not to break down.

“It's okay, it's okay,” Tammin said, wrapping her arms around Victoria and holding the girl close. “I swear, it's all right.”

“He broke up with me,” Victoria managed to say.

“He's a fool,” Tammin said, not entirely sure who they were talking about, but meaning every word.

“He didn't believe me when I told him what happened.”

“He's an asshole,” Tammin said, still meaning it.

“He kicked me out.”

“He'll regret it,” Tammin said, half tempted to hunt this fool down and kick his ass.

“I have nowhere to go,” Victoria said.

“You have me,” Tammin said. And yes, she still meant every word.

Victoria looked at her for a long moment, as if searching for any hint of lie in Tammin's face. She found none.

Instead, she found incredibly kissable lips, the lure of which she couldn't ignore any more. With tears still on her cheeks, Victoria leaned in and kissed her rescuer.

Tammin kissed her back. And for a small eternity, they were all alone, with no one else in the room, the building, the city. Nothing else mattered but kissing each other. Not Victoria's near rape. Not Tammin's job hunting for Rhona Mitra. Not even breathing. Kissing was all that mattered.

“Hey! Victoria! House rules!” Charisma Carpenter's voice cuts into their reverie like a burning knife, breaking the kiss and returning both Victoria and Tammin to earth.

“Sorry, Charisma.”

“She can buy a lapdance,” Charisma said, “but if she wants more, that's on your time. Now either get into the back room or find someone else to make money off of!”

“Yes ma'am,” Victoria said.

“I'll see you when your shift is over,” Tammin whispers in Victoria's ear before the stripper can get too far away.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:42:40 AM

Victoria's smiling as she walks away, and Tammin watches her go, thinking how much Victoria's ass looked like an upside down heart in the slutty panties she was wearing...

*   *   *

Kristen Bell saw Tammin making out with a stripper, and smiled ruefully. 'Good for BJ,' she thought. 'Quite the hottie she's snagged, too.'

At least someone was having some success tonight. There was no sign of Amanda Seyfried tonight, and Kristen was beginning to think the Spectacular was a dead end after all. All the evidence had lead here, but if the owner never showed up, the trail ended here. And how would Kristen even know the owner? She had no pictures of Rhona Mitra, no description, nothing but a name she wasn't even entirely sure was real.

Maybe it was time to pack it in. She could go back to San Fran, maybe try and pry some more information out of Reiko Aylesworth. At least the cheating lawyer was eager to put out in the sack. Easier to get laid there than here, even with the apparently willing strippers.

Well, they couldn't leave in the middle of the night. They had to sit through tonight, and then in the morning Kristen could decide if it was time to head back. Maybe the LA office could swing by occasionally and see if the owner was in.

She frowned at that. The LA office wasn't the most cooperative.

Well, that was tomorrow. Until then, Kristen could sit here, enjoy the naked ladies, and try and forget about how much this case was driving her nuts.

“Is this seat taken?”

Kristen looked up at the lovely English voice, surprised to see a stunningly gorgeous older woman smiling at her. Her dark hair was stylishly cut short, off her shoulders, and she wore a white blouse with the top 3 buttons undone, and a skirt that probably had a matching blazer somewhere, but did little to hide her shapely legs. Her lips rivaled Bjs in their plumpness, and her eyes were striking, as if just by looking at her, she could pierce into Kristen's soul and melt it.

“It's yours now,” Kristen said. “My name's Kristen.”

“My name is Sonja,” she said. “And I didn't ask yours.”

“You didn't?” Kristen asked. “Then why did you want to sit next to me? I mean, it's not like there aren't other seats around.”

“You have me there,” she said. “Perhaps I wanted to sit next to a blonde woman just to make the strippers think I wasn't here alone.”

“I doubt the strippers care if you're here alone or not.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:52:00 AM

“They might if I start hitting on them,” Sonja said with a wolfish smile.

“Oh, I see, so I have to be half-naked and gyrating on stage to get your attention,” Kristen said, matching that smile. “Well, it wouldn't be my first time.”

“Oh, I like you, Kristen-whose-name-I-didn't-ask-for,” Sonja said. “Perhaps I'll let you buy me a drink.”

“I only buy drinks for women I want to sleep with.”

“And you don't want to sleep with me?” Sonja asked with a slight frown.

Kristen answered by stopping one of the waitresses passing by. “Another for me, and whatever my friend here wants,” she told the girl, who seemed to want to be anywhere else. Well, Kristen couldn't blame her for that. No one likes being at work.

“Oh, I think you and I will have some fun tonight, Kristen-whose-name-I-didn't-ask-for.”

“I certainly hope so, Sonja-who-I-bought-a-drink-for,” Kristen said, finishing the one she had. The two women watched in silence as a gorgeous latina girl twirled about on the pole before them, showing everything her mother and a good plastic surgeon had given her. Neither of the spectators said anything until the waitress returned with their drinks.

“To your health,” Sonja said, toasting Kristen.

“Orgasms are supposed to help your cardiovascular heath,” Kristen said.

“I've heard that as well, yes,” Sonja said. “And I'd hate for your heart to suffer.”

“Oh, are you a doctor then?” Kristen asked.

“Oh no, you don't get to know what I do,” Sonja scolded. “You're lucky to know my name.”

“Oh, that's going to drive me nuts,” Kristen said. “I like asking questions.”

“Some kind of reporter are you?” Sonja asked.

“No, a cop,” Kristen said. It was true, in a Federal sense.

“Oh, I do love a woman in uniform,” Sonja said. “Especially handcuffs.”

“My uniform's back in San Fran,” Kristen lamented. “But my cuffs are at the hotel.”

“Bondage on a first date, how dreadfully kinky,” Sonja said with a raised eyebrow and a tone that made it clear she liked the idea.

“Is this a date?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:53:48 AM

“No, I think it's just a... what's the term you Americans use? Hook-up?”

“I'm fine with that if you are,” Kristen said.

“What I am fine with is the thought of spreading your legs wide and me devouring your pretty little snatch,” Sonja said bluntly. “You may want to cuff me to your bed just to keep me from mauling you.”

“You assume I don't want to be mauled,” Kristen said.

“No, actually, I assume you do,” Sonja said. “A gorgeous young woman such as yourself, wasting a night here in a strip club when she could be out getting all the boys and girls she wants? You're looking for something uncomplicated. Something purely sexual, yes?”

“Got it in one, Sonja-who-I-bought-a-drink-for,” Kristen admitted.

“Well then, why don't you buy me another drink, and see if that's enough liquor to get you into my panties,” Sonja said.

Kristen smiled, and waved to the waitress. Yes, she didn't need to leave LA until tomorrow morning at the earliest anyway...

*   *   *

“Woot! Take it OFF!”

JoAnna Garcia rolled her eyes and took another long pull off her beer. Then she nearly spit it out. She was NOT a beer drinker, though it was the cheapest alcohol in the place, and the tab for the party was getting a little out-of-hand already. Still, she needed some alcohol to get through this.

“Whoa! Nice titties!”

JoAnna blushed a little crimson, not because she was the one yelling or the one being yelled at, but because she had, technically, paid for the two girls who were yelling to be getting the lap dances they were yelling about. Dichen and Amy each had a topless stripper in their laps, and were clearly enjoying the view. Though in an act JoAnna found extra touching, the two soon-to-be-brides were holding each others hands tightly, even in their well-inebriated states. If they were going to debauch, they'd debauch together, JoAnna supposed. She wondered, idly, if Jason would do the same for her. From what Troian had told her about what was going on in Remy Hadley, JoAnna suspect Shay would be willing to get twin lap dances. Heck, from the sound of it, they could pick up matching hookers and enjoy them on the same bed.

That thought made JoAnna blush again, though anyone watching might have assumed it had something to do with the way Amy and Dichen were kissing each other while their two strippers, girls named Adrianne and Emmanuelle respectfully, matched them kiss for kiss.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:57:35 AM

It was a lot of hot lesbian action going on not ten feet from where JoAnna was sitting back in the private rooms.

“Hot, right?” Jessica Chastain said, plopping down next to JoAnna with a martini in one hand. “God, I can barely keep my hands out of my dress watching this.”

“Yeah,” JoAnna said.

“Candy?” Jessica offered.

“No thanks,” JoAnna said, not even looking at Jessica. Emmanuelle had gotten up and was rubbing her ass in Dichen's face – or as much as she could with Amy's head in the way. JoAnna was uncomfortably aware that she wasn't wearing panties at that moment.

“You sure?” Jessica asked.

“Why, what-” JoAnna asked, turning to see what Jessica was offering her, only to come up short. A gorgeous young brunette stood next to Jessica wearing what amounted to a sparkly black bra and matching panties, with garter and hose that were just a shade off somehow. It hardly mattered. The girl had the kind of taunt little stomach that only came from youth, and while her bra was doing it's very best to make it look like she was top heavy, just by looking at them JoAnna could tell those perky things were all natural. She was a flat out beauty, though for a second, JoAnna thought she saw some pain in her eyes.

“This is Candy,” Jessica said as JoAnna tried to pick her jaw up off the floor. “And for the next three songs, she's going to be in your lap.”

“But-” JoAnna started to protest, but Jessica put a finger to her lips to silence her.

“I told you I'd buy you a lap dance, now shut up, lean back, and enjoy it. Or I'll just have to buy you another one.”

“But-”

“It's okay,” Candy said as she straddled JoAnna's lap. “Here's the rules. I can touch you, but you can't touch me. At least, not with your hands,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Way you're nipping out that top, I suspect we may touch there a little. That's okay.”

“I've never-”

“It's okay, I'll be gentle, I promise,” Candy said, starting to gyrate in JoAnna's lap in time with music JoAnna could barely hear over the noise. She could barely pry her eyes off the cleavage in her face.

“Candy can't be your real name,” JoAnna said, unable to think of much else. This girl was amazingly gorgeous.

“It's not,” the girl admitted. “My name's Victoria, but until the third song is over, you can call me whatever you want.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 10:59:46 AM

“I like Victoria,” JoAnna admitted. “It's better than Candy.”

“I didn't get to pick the name,” Victoria said, brushing her cheek against JoAnna's. JoAnna felt a spike of heat between her legs. Her skirt suddenly felt way too short, and she was worried it would ride up, exposing not only her bare crotch, but also how turned on she was.

 JoAnna was speechless for several long moments, as this gorgeous young woman danced almost in-time with the music. The way her taunt stomach flexed was almost as distracting as her cleavage, which was exactly eye-level with JoAnna.

“You can touch her, Candy,” Jessica said, egging the stripper on. “JoAnna likes to be touched.”

“Like this?” Victoria asked, gently cupping JoAnna's breasts through her top. If JoAnna had been nipping through her top before, now she was practically shredding the fabric with her nipples. Victoria leaned down and pressed her cheek gently against JoAnna's face, letting the redhead get a good whiff of whatever fragrance she was wearing. Intoxicating was a bit of an understatement.

“You smell wonderful,” JoAnna said, sounding like some dumb teenager on her first date. She would've been more embarrassed, but Victoria smiled at her.

“Thanks. I think you're totally hot,” the stripper added reaching behind her back. A moment later her bra came loose. “Help me out of this?” Victoria asked.

JoAnna reached up and pulled the straps of the bra down Victoria's arms, exposing two perfect little breasts, complete with dark nipples that were just begging to be sucked. For a moment, the redhead could do nothing but stare, then Victoria reached forward and wrapped her hands behind JoAnna's neck, swinging her tiny little delights even closer to JoAnna's face.

“Remember,” Victoria said, “you can't touch me. But I can touch you.” With that she pressed her tits into JoAnna's face. JoAnna's brain was fried, unable to think of anything but the two perfect little breasts pressed against her cheekbones, and how she must be puddling the seat of the bench. She hadn't been this turned on since her time with Shay-

“Or are you an ass girl?” Victoria said, suddenly letting go and climbing off JoAnna. The redhead actually whimpered, unable to take her eyes off Victoria. Next to her, Jessica Chastain was grinning like a Cheshire cat, unable to keep her own hands off herself as she played with her nipples through her own top.

Victoria spun around 180 degrees and bent forward, sticking her thong-covered ass towards JoAnna. Truthfully, JoAnna wasn't much of an ass girl. Oh, she liked them just fine, and occasionally enjoyed spanking a rear, though lately it had only been her fiancé  on the receiving end of that. Jason had a fine ass, as far as men went, but it wasn't anything nearly so perfectly formed as young Victoria's here. It was all JoAnna could do not to reach out and spank the two lovely globes the stripper was presenting her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:02:48 AM

And then Victoria slipped the thong down over her ass, presenting JoAnna with the faintest glimpse of her lower lips and rose bud before standing up and looking back over her shoulders playfully.

“You're so beautiful,” JoAnna said.

“Flattery will get me back on your lap,” Victoria said. She turned around, and for a brief moment, JoAnna got to drink in the sheer beauty of this young woman almost fully nude. And JoAnna drank as much as her eyes could. Next to her, she heard Jessica gasp in delight as well. Then Victoria straddled JoAnna again, and began grinding against her.

“Aren't you hot?” Victoria asked. “You look hot.”

“You seem hot,” JoAnna said. She could feel the heat of Victoria's skin burning through anywhere the younger woman's skin touched JoAnna, even through her clothes.

“I'm naked, trust me, I'm good,” Victoria said, even as a bead of sweat formed at the center of her collar bone. For a moment, all JoAnna could do was watch as that bead became a drop and slid down Victoria's skin, blazing a trail between the stripper's cleavage, past her breasts, and down her stomach to her belly button. All of this took maybe two seconds, but the image of it would be burned into JoAnna's skull for all time, something that would come back any time she needed sexy thoughts.

Suddenly, JoAnna was sweating, too.

“See, you're all hot,” Victoria said. “Let's get this shirt off,” she added, reaching for JoAnna's buttons.

JoAnna could only nod. This beautiful, naked girl wanted her out of her clothes. JoAnna Garcia wasn't going to say no to that.

Each button seemed to take an eternity, during which time Victoria kept grinding away, pressing her own hotbox into JoAnna's lap and driving the redhead a little more crazy. JoAnna's fingers kept curling as they desperately wanted to touch Victoria's skin, Victoria's breasts, Victoria's ass, anything. As the last button came undone and Victoria pulled open the shirt to reveal the lacy bra JoAnna had on, Jessica, Dichen and Amy all hooted. JoAnna ignored them all.

“Wow, you are lovely,” Victoria said. “Too bad you're with someone.”

“How did you know-?” JoAnna asked, feeling a sharp pain of disappointment stab into her heart.

“That's an engagement ring on your finger,” Victoria said, lifting JoAnna's left hand. As the stripper showed JoAnna her own ring, she leaned in and kissed the redhead's palm playfully. “He's a lucky guy.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:04:12 AM

“I'll say,” Jessica added, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Victoria's nudity, and JoAnna's cleavage.

“I want to touch your hair, can I?” Victoria asked. JoAnna nodded, and Victoria's fingers started running through the red locks. JoAnna almost swooned at the gentle touch, her chest puffing out, putting her own tits on display.

“You still look so hot,” Victoria said. “Maybe this bra should come off. Can I take it off you?”

“Yes!” JoAnna said, almost too quickly. Jessica might have laughed, but she held her tongue as Victoria reached around JoAnna, pressing her own naked chest against JoAnna's still clad breasts. As she expertly undid the snap, Victoria whispered in her ear.

“I just really want to see such a pretty woman topless.”

JoAnna nearly swooned again. As Victoria pulled away, JoAnna's bra fell off, sliding down her arms partway, exposing her chest to the stripper.

“Oh, wow, those are wonderful!” Victoria said, clearly meaning it. “May I-”

“Please! Please touch them!” JoAnna begged. Victoria started to reach up, but then stopped, wincing. “What? What's wrong?” JoAnna asked.

“That's the third song,” Victoria said, starting to get up. “Time's up-”

“Here's all the money I have left,” Jessica Chastain said, shoving a handful of twenties at the stripper. “Do another song!”

“Please,” JoAnna said, not even caring that all the other women in the back room could see her naked breasts. And for free. She just had to feel Victoria's hands upon her. Even if only for another couple of minutes.

“One more song,” Victoria said, quickly counting the money before sliding it into her stockings, right where the garter attached. Without another word, Victoria climbed back onto JoAnna, and put a hand on each of the bank teller's tits.

This time, JoAnna really did swoon.

Victoria continued to cop a feel, but reached over and took Jessica Chastain's hand and placed it on JoAnna's left tit. JoAnna didn't protest, especially since then Victoria leaned in and stuck her tongue into JoAnna's mouth.

JoAnna nearly exploded.

She couldn't hear the music. She couldn't see any kind of clock. She didn't know how much longer they had. So when the gorgeous young stripper started making out with her, JoAnna Garcia let her. And returned the favor with vigor. She forgot all about the no touching rule and reached around to cup Victoria's bare ass, holding her closer while their tongues darted back and forth between their two mouths.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:05:19 AM

All the while, Jessica Chastain continued to play with JoAnna's breast, not that either of the other two women even noticed.

And then, all too soon, the song ended. Victoria gave JoAnna one last kiss, then got off.

“You are wonderful,” Victoria said, reaching for her thong. “I'd offer to let you buy another song, but my shift is almost up.”

“I'm out of money,” Jessica said, her hand still on JoAnna's breast.

“Too bad,” Victoria said. “I would've liked to have given you a dance, too.” With that, the stripper had her panties back up, and grabbed her bra off the floor. She turned and blew a kiss at JoAnna. “You've got a great mouth,” she added before walking out, leaving the two stunned redheads sitting there, one topless, the other groping her friend.

“Money well spent,” JoAnna finally said.

*   *   *

It really was the end of Victoria's shift, and she waved at Tammin, who was sitting at the bar chatting with the bartender while scanning the crowd for... whoever she was looking for. As soon as she saw Victoria, she got up, feeling a bit like a nervous teenager about to go on her first date. Which was ridiculous, because she was a grown woman, a trained FBI agent, and pretty sure that aside from letting Victoria sleep in her hotel room, nothing else was going to happen.

Though considering how hot Victoria looked as she walked out the back of the club, in that flimsy top with spaghetti straps and cut-off jeans short enough that her pockets hung below the bottoms, part of Tammin really hoped something would happen.

“I really appreciate this,” Victoria said as they stood waiting for a cab. “I have nowhere else to go, and no one else I trust, so...”

“Hey, no worries,” Tammin said. “I still think you should report what happened last night to the local cops, but for now, you're welcome to stay with me. Be nice to have a friendly face around.”

“I thought you were in town with friends,” Victoria said.

“Co-workers, and they're really not my friends. They gave me the nickname 'BJ' after all.”

“'BJ'?” Victoria asked. “What's your middle name, Billie Jean?”

“No, it's short for Blow Job, which in this case is short from Blow Job Lips,” Tammin admitted, blushing a little.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:06:44 AM

“Well, they're great lips, but that seems kind of a mean nickname,” Victoria said. “Why do you put up with that?”

The blush got a little deeper. “Well, I sorta earned it. I'm hardly the office slut, but I've... well, let's just say I've given enough blow jobs that most of the guys know what I can do.”

“But you're here with girls,” Victoria said. “Don't they-”

“I'm rather equal opportunity when it comes to my oral efforts,” Tammin said. “It's San Francisco, after all,” she added sheepishly.

“Wow,” was all Victoria could say before the cab pulled up. They made the short ride to the hotel in silence, though when Victoria reached over to hold Tammin's hand, the FBI agent didn't let go. They entered the hotel, rode up on the elevator, all without speaking, and when the door closed behind Tammin, leaving them alone in the room, the two looked nervously at each other.

“I really do appreciate this, you know,” Victoria said again, sitting down on the bed.

“Do you have anything to sleep in?” Tammin asked suddenly. “You had to sleep in your clothes last night, and no one likes doing that two days in a row.”

“I'm usually good with just a T-shirt, or less,” Victoria admitted, hefting the small backpack she'd been carrying since leaving the strip club. “Got my toothbrush and deodorant, too.”

“Oh,” Tammin said. “Well, good.”

Victoria saw the strange look cross Tammin's face, and thought the other girl was disappointed. “I, uh, I have some lacy underwear, if you want me in something sexier.”

“What? No! No no, wear what you're comfortable with,” Tammin said.

“I don't mind, I wear less at work,” Victoria said. “Literally. And if it turns you on-”

“You don't need to turn me on,” Tammin said. “You're fine the way you are.”

“Oh,” Victoria said. “Then, you aren't interested in me?” she asked, confused.

“Of course I'm interested in you!” Tammin said. “God, you're stunning! And charming, and I've seen you mostly naked, and I like it a lot.”

“Then what's the problem?” Victoria asked. “I'm all yours, if you want me.”

“I do want you, but...” Tammin trailed off.

“But what?” Victoria asked.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:07:21 AM

“Are you, y'know, ready?” Tammin asked. “You were attacked last night, and I've know a few rape victims over the years. Some of them take a long time to be ready for sex again, if ever, and-”

“I'm ready for sex,” Victoria cut in. “I am so ready for sex. If Charisma had let me, I totally would've done you right there in the club earlier tonight. Hell, I almost did this totally hot redhead I was giving a lap dance to, except my shift ended, and I'd rather do you.”

“You're not upset about what happened last night?” Tammin asked, surprised.

“Last night, I met you,” Victoria said. “That's all I'm ever going to remember about last night.”

Tammin blushed again. “That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Victoria said. “I bet a lot of guys and girls have whispered sweet nothings in your ears.”

“Maybe, but I'd rather it was you doing the whispering,” Tammin admitted.

“Come sit by me, and I will,” Victoria said.

“If I sit down next to you, I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you,” Tammin warned her.

“Then we better get undressed before you sit down next to me, because I'm feeling the same way,” Victoria said. She followed up her statement with action, lifting her top over her head and tossing it aside, letting Tammin get a good look at her perky tits in the simple tan-colored bra she'd worn.

Tammin looked alright. For all of two seconds before she started peeling off her own clothes. By the time she was naked, Victoria had shed her shorts off and was reaching behind her back to undo the bra. Tammin couldn't wait, though, and she moved over to the bed, took Victoria's head in her hands, and kissed her hard while pushing the younger girl down onto the bed.

They lay there for a long time, Tammin astride the half-naked stripper, their tongues mingling together. They didn't need to speak, or move much, though Victoria's hands reached around Tammin's shoulders to hold her new lover close. Tammin didn't need to be held close – she was exactly where she wanted to be.

The kissing seemed to last forever, and while both girls enjoyed it, both wanted more. But neither one wanted to break the kiss first. For a moment, Tammin felt her head spin, and assumed it was some sort of reaction to the kiss. Then she realized she was holding her breath, and had been for a while.

Reluctantly, she broke the kiss, and both girls sucked in deep breaths of air before laughing at their similar predicament. When the laughing subsided, Victoria spoke seriously.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:10:11 AM

“Are you, y'know, ready?” Tammin“I'm all yours, Tammin. Any hole, and part of my body. Any dirty thing you want to do to me, or have me do to you, I will. Use me, do whatever you need to to get yourself off.”

Tammin looked at her, confused. “I don't want to use you,” she said. “I want to make you cum. I want YOU to feel good.”

“I'm serious,” Victoria said.

“So am I,” Tammin said, gently kissing Victoria's nose. “In fact,” she added, kissing Victoria's neck, “I think we need to get these clothes off you, and then I'm really going to have my way with you.”

It took only a moment or two to strip the bra and panties off of Victoria, and when those two dark little nipples were in view, Tammin kissed each one once before dropping her head between Victoria's legs. There, she gave one more gentle kiss to Victoria's throbbing clit before she began to feast upon the younger girl's sweet, sweet pussy.

Victoria swooned, immediately learning how Tammin had earned that awful nickname. But at the same time, she felt odd. She'd been with several women now – she'd been used quite thoroughly by Rhona Mitra just a little over 24 hours ago – and all of them had been the same. Even when she'd let Adrianne Palicki teach her some new oral tricks, she'd basically been letting Adrianne use her body. Oh, sure, Victoria had enjoyed it. She'd even enjoyed it when Rosie had truly used and abused her. They'd all used her.

Not Tammin. Tammin was licking away at Victoria's most sensitive spots, doing amazing things and confirming for all time that Victoria Justice preferred girls to boys. But she wasn't using Victoria. Tammin, who she'd just met the night before, was making love to Victoria.

Realizing that, Victoria came almost at once.

“I'm coming! I'm coming!” She called out, her hands pinning Tammin's head in place, not that Tammin needed the guidance. She'd gone down on more than enough women to know to keep licking through the orgasm. And as Victoria's young body shook and quivered with sexual release, Tammin's tongue kept running over her slit, lapping up the juices spilling out.

“Well,” Tammin said as Victoria calmed down. “That was far too quick. I think I'm going to have to make you do that again.”

“Mmmm, promise?” Victoria asked, even as Tammin crawled up her body to kiss her mouth. Victoria tasted her own juices on the other girl's lips, and felt a little thrill shoot through her pussy.

“Promise,” Tammin said, sliding a finger between Victoria's sensitive folds.

“Oooh! Ooh, too soon!” Victoria said, feeling overwhelmed.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:11:15 AM

“You sure?” Tammin asked.

“Yeah, can we do you first?” Victoria asked.

“Like you need to ask,” Tammin said, withdrawing the finger. “But you get me going, and I may just start fucking you anyway.”

“And that would be awful,” Victoria joked, even as Tammin rolled over onto her back. Victoria followed her, now straddling her new love, staring down at her wonderful tits, taunt stomach, sopping wet crotch, and beautiful face. Victoria didn't even know where to begin.

“Kiss me,” Tammin suggested, seeing the look of indecision on the stripper's face. Victoria did just that, and she their lips locked, her hands found their way to Tammin's tits, where she began to squeeze and fondle like a 15-year-old boy with his first prom date in the back of a car. Hardly the first breasts Victoria had handled, she was still nervous. She wanted Tammin to enjoy this. She needed Tammin to enjoy this.

“Lower,” Tammin said, breaking the kiss. She took one of Victoria's hands and put it down on Tammin's own crotch. Her pussy was so wet and eager, Victoria was able to slip three fingers in with ease.

“Is that-?” Victoria started to ask, but Tammin cut her off.

“It's wonderful, fuck me!” Tammin gasped, loving the feelings of Victoria's fingers inside her. Slowly, Victoria began thrusting in and out, slowly, tentatively. Tammin moaned appreciatively, but when Victoria didn't start moving faster, she reached down with her own hand to help guide her new love.

“This is great, but I need more right now. Harder,” Tammin instructed. “Faster.”

“O-Okay,” Victoria said, letting Tammin move her hand to a faster and harder rhythm. When Tammin let go, Victoria kept the pace, and was rewarded by a very happy smile on Tammin's face.

“Yes! Just like that! Keep going! Keep fucking going!” 

Victoria did as she was told. She watched as Tammin's eyes started to flutter, and her lips began to part. Tammin did have such wonderful lips. Seeing them hanging open like that made Victoria want to feel them on her clit again. But she didn't want to stop finger fucking Tammin, either. So instead, she lowered her own head, and started kissing Tammin's clit instead.

“Ooooh!” Tammin cooed in delight. “Oh, baby, that's perfect! Right there! Don't stop! Fingers or lips!”

Victoria kept going. She knew she was good at this. At least, Charisma, Rose, and Rhona all thought she was. Adrianne, too. So why was she so worried about disappointing

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:12:22 AM

Tammin? She'd never let another woman down in bed before.

“Harder!” Tammin called out. Victoria started licking harder. “No, your finger- - YES JUST LIKE FUCKING THAT!” Tammin all but bellowed, her hips thrusting forward maniacally, nearly throwing Victoria off her. But the young stripper held on as best she could, and kept thrusting in with her fingers and tongue, bringing her new lover to climax.

“OH YESSSSSSS!!!!!” Tammin cried out, her entire body going rigid for a solid ten-second count. Victoria kept thrusting, trying hard to keep Tammin feeling the lusty enjoyment she was experiencing now, but no orgasm can last forever. Tammin collapses to the bed in a sweaty heap, panting for breath.

Victoria lays down next to her, gently resting her hand on Tammin's stomach. For a long moment, neither one speaks.

“Wow,” Tammin says finally. “That was...”

“Okay?” Victoria asked.

Tammin laughs, and leans over to kiss Victoria. “Baby, that was so much better than okay. That was amazing! Spectacular, even.”

“Okay, let's not use that word, reminds me of work,” Victoria laughed.

“Then don't work there,” Tammin said.

“What?”

“Find somewhere else to work,” Tammin said, seriously.

“I've really only ever been a waitress and a stripper,” Victoria said. “My skill set-”

“So go be a waitress or a stripper somewhere else,” Tammin continued. “Like, maybe San Francisco.”

“San Fran – isn't that where you're from?” Victoria asked.

“It's where I live now,” Tammin said. “You could move in with me,” she said.

“Really?”

“Sure, until you're on your feet,” Tammin said. “Or, y'know, longer...”

“Wow, lesbians really do jump right to the living together stage, don't they?” Victoria laughed.

“I'm serious,” Tammin said, though she was smiling too.

“Really?” Victoria said. “You want me to go to San Fran with you?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:13:33 AM

“Yes,  I do,” Tammin said. Funny thing was, she really meant it. She had this connection to Victoria that she just couldn't explain. And she didn't want to lose it just because she had to go home when this case was over.

Victoria heard what Tammin said, and felt her heart swell. Maybe it was because her entire life had seemingly fallen apart in the last day or so, or maybe it was because she really felt something for Agent Tammin Sursok, but every fiber of Victoria's body was telling her to say yes.

“Okay,” She said, unable to keep from smiling. “Okay, I'll move in with you.”

Tammin's smile was big enough to match Victoria's, but neither girl smiled much longer. Tammin reached over, grabbed Victoria's face, and started kissing her again in earnest. Moments later, she was rolling over atop Victoria, sliding her fingers inside the younger girl's slit once more.

*   *   *

Tammin and Victoria weren't the only couple engaging in hot sex in the hotel at that very moment. Directly across the hall from Tammin's room, Rhona Mitra lay on her back, her hands cuffed to the bedpost behind her and her satin robe wide open exposing her ample breasts and her wet pussy. Her head thrashed upon the bed, back and forth, as someone she couldn't see penetrated her most private spot, thrusting away, driving Rhona crazy. Completely helpless, completely exposed, Rhona felt sexually alive. Especially knowing what the person fucking her would do if she knew who Rhona really was.

Laying on her stomach between Rhona's spread legs, Kristen Bell worked her fingers and tongue in and about the pussy of the woman she only knew as Sonja. Sonja was a bit of a MILF, but that didn't keep her from being the hottest piece of ass Kristen had gotten since she'd arrived in San Fran. Sure, that Amanda girl she'd fucked the night before had been fun – and hot – but somehow, Sonja was better. Wilder, sluttier. And full of dark secrets. Were she not in town for work, Kristen might have thought about sticking around with Sonja longer, trying to get to know her better. The FBI agent had long enjoyed mysterious women and figuring them out.

But she was here on work, and until she found Rhona Mitra, she'd just have to settle for one-night-stands like this one.

Kristen swirled her tongue around Sonja's clit, and made the bound woman climax.

“OH FUCKING HELL YES!” Rhona screamed as Kristen's tongue work hit just the right spots. Oh, this little blonde was worth something, indeed! As wave after wave of pleasure buffeted her body, Rhona couldn't help but imagine handcuffing Kristen to the bed like this, having her way with the FBI Agent, and then revealing her true identity in the midst of Kristen's biggest orgasm.

Of course, she realized as her body started to calm down, she'd have to kill Kristen

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:14:23 AM

immediately upon doing that. But it would be worth it, just to see the look in those feisty eyes of hers, if only for a moment...

“Wow,” she said aloud. “You know what you're doing down there.”

Kristen sat up and wiped her chin, which was covered in Rhona's juices. “I do try and keep in practice,” she said. “What about you?”

“Oh, there's not much more I enjoy that feasting on pretty little blondes,” Sonja admitted.

“Except maybe feasting on pretty little brunettes?” Kristen laughed.

“Or redheads,” Sonja added, licking her lips. “But since there aren't any redheads or brunettes here...” she trailed off, looking at Kristen and lifting her hands a little.

“Oh no, I think we'll keep those right there,” Kristen said, looking at the handcuffs. “I think they make you look hot.”

“But there's so much more I can do with my hands free,” Rhona said, trying to sound coy. It wasn't something she was used to. “And more if YOUR hands were locked up...” she trailed off suggestively.

“Oh, I think you can do plenty,” Kristen said, sliding up beside Sonja. She paused just long enough to kiss each painfully erect nipple before shuffling up and planting a similarly brief kiss on Sonja's lips.

“Is that all you want?” Rhona asked. “A little kiss?”

“Hardly,” Kristen snorted. She got up on her knees. With Sonja's hands cuffed above her head, it was easy for her to straddle the darker haired woman, placing her pussy just above Sonja's face. “Turnabout is fair play,” Kristen said, slowly lowering her crotch towards Sonja's lips.

“Indeed,” Rhona said, smiling despite herself. She had to admit, if the situation was reversed, she would've done the exact same thing. And indeed had, with a number of women over the years...

Kristen had clearly been enjoying what they'd been doing so far, because she was quite wet even as Rhona's tongue first parted her lower lips. The tangy-sweet taste made the corner of Rhona's mouth sting in a most pleasant way, and the smell that floated into Rhona's nose was one of pure sexual excitement. Eating out Kristen Bell was a most pleasant task, even if Rhona was handcuffed to a bed while doing it.

“Mmmm,” Kristen groaned as Sonja's efforts first started to tease her crotch. Every lick was like a swipe of pleasure, leaving behind a sweet aftertaste that didn't quite go away before the next lick, and only built with each following lick. Kristen wrapped her fingers around the top of the headboard and closed her eyes, trying to only feel the sensation of Sonja's oral efforts. This was hardly the first woman Kristen had ever handcuffed to a bed and rode the face of, but the mysterious Sonja was going to be near the top of her list for most enjoyable, the way her tongue was furiously digging about inside Kristen's slit.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:15:09 AM

Kristen began to hump her hips a little, fucking Rhona's face, and the criminal mastermind knew she'd won. The sassy blonde FBI Agent was closing in, and as soon as she got off, 'Sonja' would sweet talk her into switching positions, and then Rhona could very easily get one major thorn out of her side, all while getting off on her most depraved sexual desires. With Beverley Mitchell's help, they could cover up any evidence connecting Bell's murder to Rhona, and frame someone else. Maybe one of Charisma's strippers. There had to be one or two they could do without. Not the Candy girl Rhona fucked the night before, though. That one was worth something. Mentally, she shrugged. She'd let Rosie decide. Rosie enjoyed such things so much more than Rhona did, and she was so much more sexually aroused when she'd hurt someone...

“Oh fuck,” Kristen let slip, feeling the pressure in her crotch growing. Sonja's nose kept pressing up against Kristen's clit, just a bit, just a tease, but it was enough to add to the delicious tongue work Sonja was doing maybe two inches south of there. Kristen gripped the headboard harder, feeling her head roll back on her neck a little, loving the sensations pulsating out of her crotch. Where had this woman been hiding all of Kristen's life?

The cuffs were seriously starting to chafe Rhona's style. She wanted to wrap her hands around Kristen's perky little ass. She wanted to throw the blonde down on the bed and feast upon her pussy. She wanted to roll Kristen over and do the same thing to her ass. She wanted to strap on a cock and pound each of Kristen's holes until the tiny FBI agent was nothing more than a sweaty, quivering pile of flesh. But for now, all Rhona could do was lick, and hope the federal agent would release “Sonja” in a few minutes.

Kristen wasn't all that far from doing just that at that moment. With her pussy pressing down onto Sonja's lips, every lick from the exotic older woman sent shockwaves up Kristen's spine. Orgasm was close. Very, very close. With her chest heaving as she desperately struggled to get breath, she had to reach out for the headboard, holding on to the cool wood mere inches from where Sonja's hands were chained up. Unable to help herself, Kristen began humping Sonja's face, her clit actually rubbing against the other woman's nose.

All Rhona could smell was pussy, but she was hardly complaining. Her tongue darted as deep into Kristen as she could manage, and with her nose brushing the blonde's erect clit, she was doing double duty. If she had a hand free, she could go after that puckered little asshole, too. She tried again in vain to yank her hands free. Kristen must have spotted it, because she reached down with her own hands and interlocked their fingers, using Rhona's own hands as her support now instead of the headboard.

Rhona squeezed tight, and thrust her tongue in as deep as it would go. And Kristen Bell all but exploded atop her.

“OH SWEEET FUCKING YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!” Kristen bellowed, arching her spine and going rigid as every nerve in her body registered nothing but pleasure. For a moment, she was completely still, her pussy pressed hard against Rhona's fae and mouth, almost cutting off the older woman's breath. But then her spine gave out and Kristen fell back.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:16:03 AM

She would have landed on her back atop Rhona's stomach, but the other woman held on tight to Kristen's hands, and for a long moment she lay suspended half above the bed by the strength of her own arms and Rhona's grip. It probably looked incredibly sexy, but all Rhona could see was Kristen's crotch.

After a moment or two, Kristen came down from her sexual high and rolled off Sonja, still struggling for breath. “Wow, that was good.”

“Good enough to let me try with my hands?” Rhona asked. She was certainly ready for more.

“Oh, I need a moment,” Kristen said, sitting up. “And a drink.” She spotted a bottle of water on the table, next to where Sonja's purse had ended up laying, thrown there in a fit of passion when the two women had entered the room. Kristen hopped up, and for a moment all Rhona could see was that perky little ass swaying a bit as she scurried across the room.

Kristen reached for the water bottle, and somehow knocked the small clutch off the table. It fell to the floor and it's contents sprawled open.

“Shit, sorry,” Kristen said, dropping to her knees.

“It's okay,” Rhona said, not thinking about it for a moment. Then suddenly she remembered that was her actual purse. With all her actual information. Including several ID cards, all with the name Rhona Mitra on them. If Kristen saw any of them-

“Leave it,” Rhona said, pulling at her cuffs again. “Come back to bed, I want more.”

“It'll only take a second,” Kristen said, shoving stuff back into the clutch. “Wow, you have a thick wallet. How many credit cards do you have?” Kristen asked, reaching for the designer leather. Rhona pulled at her cuffs again, cursing her luck. If Kristen saw any of those credit cards, the game would be up. And there were only two things that could happen next.

Either Kristen Bell kept her cuffed, and Rhona went to jail, or Rhona got free, and killed Kristen Bell because she now knew entirely too much.

*   *   *

An exceedingly drunk Amy Acker collapsed onto the bed, the hem of her skirt lifting up to reveal her naked ass, even as her mouth flopped open on the pillow. She was drooling immediately, completely out of it.

“Can we leave her like that?” JoAnna Garcia asked, looking at the wasted bride.

“We left Dichen with her shirt off and her hand in her panties,” Jessica Chastain said with a shrug. “Amy's getting off light.”

“What a couple,” JoAnna said, shaking her head and then wincing. She might be a little

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:17:16 AM

hung over in the morning, too, come to think of it.

“I think they're adorable,” Jessica said as the two redheads turned to leave Amy to sleep. “Shame they can't make babies together, they'd be so cute.”

“I always thought that was one of the better parts of lesbianism,” JoAnna said. “All the unprotected sex you wanted, no kids.”

“You don't want kids?”

“Oh, someday, sure. But not right now.”

“But you want sex.”

“Yeah, lots of it,” JoAnna laughed. She wasn't lying, either. Her pussy was still buzzing from that lapdance she'd gotten earlier in the night.

“With your boyfriend?”

“If he was here, yeah he'd be getting some,” JoAnna admitted.

“What about that girl you like?”

“Shay?” JoAnna said wistfully. “Oh, she would so be getting some. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her.”

“I see,” Jessica said. They were in the hallway now, heading towards their own rooms. “And what about me?”

“What about you?” JoAnna asked, even though she knew exactly what Jessica wanted.

“You know I want to fuck you, JoAnna. I've wanted to since the moment I met you. I want to run my tongue up and down your entire body until your sweet pussy explodes all over my face, and then I wanna do it again.”

“I know,” JoAnna said, feeling her own heart fluttered at the description.

“So, if I asked you right now, would you have sex with me?” Jessica asked, clearly trying to sound casual but failing a bit.

JoAnna smiled, and answered the only way she knew how. She leaned over and kissed Jessica once on the mouth, while taking the other girl's hand in hers and placing it on her breast.

“That's a yes,” JoAnna said.

Jessica blinked in surprise, which gave JoAnna plenty of time to lean in and give her a hard, passionate kiss on the lips. By the time it broke, several seconds later, Jessica had found her voice.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:18:32 AM

“Oh, I am sooo going to fuck you silly,” Jessica said, pulling JoAnna to her and kissing her in return.

“Mmmm, you'd better. I'm so horny right now, I'd probably let some stranger have his way with me.”

“You don't need a stranger,” Jessica said, putting a hand on JoAnna's chest and squeezing a breast through her top. “I'll do any and every naughty thing you want, right here, right now.”

JoAnna couldn't help but moan at the thought, and her nipples got hard enough for Jessica to feel them through her shirt. Part of her wanted to fuck Jessica right there in the hallway. But as Jessica went for her neck, forcing JoAnna to look up, she saw a little black ball above them, marking a camera.

“My room is right down the hall,” JoAnna said, trying not to swoon as Jessica licked her neck.

“Then let's go. Please!” Jessica said, letting the other redhead go. JoAnna took Jessica by the hand and quickly started walking towards her room. Jessica couldn't wait, though, and as JoAnna stopped to get her keycard out of her purse, the other redhead reached around from behind her to once again cup JoAnna's breasts.

“You aren't helping,” JoAnna said.

“You want my to stop?”

“No,” JoAnna said. “But we can't get inside until-”

“I will fuck you right here against this door, I don't care,” Jessica said, letting one hand drip down to JoAnna's crotch. Only the thin fabric of her dress stood between Jessica's fingers and what she wanted. JoAnna swooned a little, then she pushed back with her ass, forcing Jessica off her. “I need my key. Once we're inside-”

She didn't get to finish her sentence. To her surprise, the door swung open, and standing there with a big smile on his face was her boyfriend, Jason.

“Hey babe, thought that sounded like you,” he said.

“Jason?!” JoAnna said, shocked. “W-what are you doing here?”

“I cut out of work early so I could come down and surprise you,” he said, pulling her to him and giving her a kiss on the lips. She returned it, mostly because her body was so primed for sex she'd kiss anyone.

“I guess I'll leave you two alone,” Jessica said as the kiss broke.

“No, wait,” JoAnna said, turning to look at her friend and almost-lover.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:20:49 AM

“It's okay, give your boyfriend a fun night,” Jessica said, her tone sounding friendly and understanding. The disappointed look in her eyes, on the other hand, told a different story.

“I'm sorry, Jess, he surprised me.”

“Is there something you two need to do?” Jason asked. “It's kinda late, but if it's wedding related-”

“Nope, we were just going to hang out, have a little girl time,” Jessica said. “You're a lucky girl, JoAnna. He's cute. And that's coming from a lesbian.” With that, Jessica turned and walked back down the hall, heading towards her own room.

Jason sniffed the air. “You smell like booze,” he chided playfully.

JoAnna watched Jessica go, her eyes focused on the ass she almost got to see naked. When she turned the corner, JoAnna turned around and pushed Jason into the room. “Pants off, mister. I need you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked me before.”

And he did. And JoAnna loved every second of it. They did all her favorites, from him taking her from behind to her her riding him cowgirl style. So wild was the sex, they broke two different condoms, though thankfully those breaks were caught before a real accident happened. But when he was finished and out cold beside her, JoAnna checked her phone. A single text from Jessica was waiting for her.

“Next time, my room.”

*   *   *

The Topless waitresses had put all the chairs up on the tables, Diego had ushered out the last of the regulars, and Charisma had paid Rose Bertram for her work for the last week, and finally the Spectacular was closed for the night. Beverley Mitchell sighed, leaned back in her seat, and winced. Her ass still hurt from all the fucking Rosie Huntington-Whiteley had given her the night before. Charisma sauntered over to the bar, shooting Beverley a look.

“Buy you a drink?” Charisma asked.

“You own the joint, go ahead,” Beverley replied. Rhona was off fucking Kristen Bell, Tammin had vanished with that hot little stripper, what was the harm?

Charisma got out a bottle of Tequila and two glasses, filling the both before sitting down next to Beverley. “To your health.”

“Whatever,” Beverley muttered, downing the shot in one gulp. “Maybe when I'm done this stupid FBI work, Rhona will give me a club.”

“She owns a few of them,” Charisma admitted. “It's tough work, but with Rhona bankrolling you, it's worth the hassles.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:22:06 AM

“Plus there's all the pussy,” Beverley muttered, glancing at the still topless Emily DiDonato as she walked by with the til from the bar.

“There's that,” Charisma said. She watched Emily duck into the office. “I should do Emily again. She was fun. Unless you want her for the night.”

“Ooh, tempting, but I'm still beat. Rosie did a number on me. I still can't sit right.”

“Been there, felt that,” Charisma said, pouring Beverley another glass. “How much longer do you think you'll need to keep working? At the FBI, I mean?”

“Don't know,” Beverley admitted. “Rhona put me in to help deal with some stuff, like those San Francisco Eight girls, but Kristen takes up most of my time now.”

“The same Kristen the boss is fucking like crazy right now,” Charisma pointed out. “So your work could be done as we speak.”

“Could be,” Beverley admitted. “Though I'd like to get rid of that obnoxious BJ girl before I go.”

“She's cute. I hope you fuck her before you kill her.”

“Don't think I could stand it,” Beverley said. “Though she IS talented with those lips.” She pounded her shot, and Charisma poured her another. “And I should probably get rid of Jessica Biel, too.”

“Who's that?”

“She's the local office head up in San Fran,” Beverley said, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. “Hot as all get out, but she's smart. Too smart. She'll probably figure out Kristen was too close and come looking for her. There'll be an investigation, and Jessica will head it personally. Can't have that.” Beverley downed another shot.

“Have you slept with her?”

“Fuck yes. You don't get promoted in San Fran without getting between those legs. I didn't mind,” Beverley snorted.

“Is there anyone at that station you haven't fucked?”

“Couple of the guys in maintenance. Maybe the lunch lady, though she's oddly cute out of the hairnet.” Charisma laughed. “Oh, and Rebel Wilson down in the Janitor's office. Haven't gotten that desperate yet.”

Charisma laughed again, then poured them each another shot. “Well, if Rhona does give you your own club, I promise you you've got the fucking the help thing down pat.”

“A girl's gotta get her rocks off somehow,” Beverley said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:30:54 AM

“That she does,” Charisma said. She glanced at Beverley. “You know, I've got a few tricks that make a well-fucked ass feel better.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Charisma said, putting a hand on Beverley's knee. “If you're interested, we could go back to my place and-”

Beverley's phone cut her off, and the federal agent cursed. “Sorry, it's work.”

“Rhona-work, or-”

“Agent Mitchell,” Beverley said, answering. To her surprise, it was Jessica Biel on the phone. 

*   *   *

Kristen is just reaching into Rhona’s purse when the agent’s phone rings. It’s Jessica Biel, with important news - the San Fran 8 have escaped prison. Kristen is to pull her team immediately and return via helicopter from the LA office. Kristen stops only long enough to get dressed and release Sonja/Rhona from her handcuffs.

Kristen Bell was just starting to open the wallet when her phone rang. Kristen put the designer leather down on the table next to Sonja's clutch, then hurried over to where her own purse had ended up, in a chair next to the bed. She missed the sigh of relief Sonja let out in her hurry to get to the phone before it took the message.

“Agent Bell,” she said, catching it just in time.

“Kristen, I need you back in San Fran, immediately,” Jessica Biel told her without preamble.

“What? But we're close! We've got Rhona right where we want her! I can feel it,” she said, sitting down on the bed next to Sonja.

“Forget it,” Jessica said flatly. “There was a breakout from Remy Hadley tonight. Almost all of the San Fran Eight escaped. They managed to catch two of them, but the others are gone, along with another inmate. Kristen, this is serious. We're keeping it out of the press for now, but that won't last. Probably be all over the news before you make it back.”

“Shit!” Kristen said. “Shit shit shit!” She stood up and immediately went for her clothes. “All right, call Beverley, I'll get Tammin. It'll take hours for us to drive back, but-”

“Just go to the LA Office,” Jessica said. “I'll have a helicopter waiting for you. We can't waste time on this one. When it hits the press, the whole town is going to explode.”

“I know, I know. Alright, we're moving,” Kristen said, pulling a shirt over her head before hanging up the phone. She tosses the phone on the bed next to Sonja.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:37:28 AM

“What's the matter?” Sonja asked.

“Work,” Kristen said as she yanked on a pair of panties. “I'm sorry, but I have to go. Like, right now.”

“Work? FBI work?” Sonja asked, sounding curious.

Kristen winced. “I can't tell you. And no, I'm not doing this just to get out of here,” Kristen said, grabbing the key to the handcuffs.

“It's your room, it's not the smartest thing for you to do anyway,” Sonja laughed as Kristen undid the cuffs.

“I'm sorry. I really am,” Kristen said, not even glancing at Sonja as she got back off the bed and began looking for the rest of her clothes. “Maybe we can meet again next time I'm in LA.”

“You're coming back?”

“I don't know when, but I have unfinished business here,” Kristen said as she pulled on a pair of slacks.

Kristen was out the room and pounding on Tammin's door across the hall before Rhona even got off the bed. Before getting dressed, she crossed the room and opened up the designer leather wallet and smiled at her Mitra, Rhona driver's license right there in the front, complete with a picture that was only a year old. Oh, how close Kristen Bell had gotten.

Well, it was just too bad, Rhona mused as she looked around for her own clothes. She would've enjoyed fucking Kristen some more. She also would have enjoyed killing the little bitch, but perhaps another time. For now, she had to figure out what had Kristen racing to return to LA. Perhaps she'd given Beverley a quick call...

After she got dressed.

*   *   *

CODA:

The wedding goes better than expected. Dichen and Amy, while hungover, look radiant in their gowns, and the whole party is fantastic. JoAnna and Jason have to leave early, however, so that they can both go to work the next morning. That’s fine with JoAnna, who despite a lingering desire to get with her new friend, Jessica Chastain, knows things are going on up north that she wants to be closer for. They’re not home two hours before Ashley Benson breaks into the nightly TV for word that indeed, seven members of the San Fran Eight have escaped.

Tammin has to leave quickly, too, but that’s okay. Victoria has nothing left in Los Angeles except her job, and she could be a stripper in San Francisco just as easily as she could in LA. She goes to the Spectacular, gets her things, and quits before Charisma can even ask her if she can work that night. She never hears from Charisma, Adrianne, or Emmanuelle again. Victoria might never again take her clothes off for money, but she’ll never forget her time working at the club - it’s where she learned her true sexual identity, and where she met the woman she fell in love with. She goes right from the Spectacular to the bus station, and is riding north when news of the breakout hits.

Tammin, Beverley, and Kristen all meet at the LA FBI office, and sure enough get on a helicopter that flies them north. Only Beverley knows how close they came to solving the case of Kristen’s life. Kristen’s mind is on how she failed in Los Angeles. Tammin’s mind is on her new love, Victoria. Beverley spends the flight fantasizing about throwing Tammin out of the chopper. None of them know that as they approach San Francisco, they fly right over the hiding place of the women they’ll spend the next several weeks hunting again.

For the next few weeks, life in the Spectacular continues as it always has. Charisma pays the girls out of the money laundered by Rhona. Adrianne and Emmanuelle continue to sleep with each other, and pretty much anyone else. New girls come and go. Charisma sleeps with them all. But then the money goes away. The club falls on hard times, not getting the clientele needed to actually stay afloat. Charisma even resorts to stripping herself, but it’s not enough. Within six months, the club is closed, and sold to a Real Estate company in Nevada, a front for a new bunch of criminals and mobsters. A new manager is brought in, new girls are hired, new money is laundered. Oddly, the name remains the same. Long after the saga of the San Francisco Eight is over, the Spectacular goes on…

Back to the main event....

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:56:17 AM

Right - back to the main event:

Previously on this thread - Evil Rhona Mitra brings together thief-turned-realtor Roselyn Sanchez, thief/killer Jaime Pressly, computer expert Grace Park, family crook Shay Mitchell, nude safecracker Emma Roberts, friend to all men Blake Lively and friend to all vehicles Megan Fox to successfully rob the San Francisco Union Bank (with a little present left behind in the bank’s computers), kidnapping TV reporter Hayden Panettiere, bank teller JoAnna Garcia and schoolteacher Lucy Hale in the process and taking them when they split the cash and just plain split, with FBI agents Kristen Bell and Tammin Sursok (under the eye of their boss Jessica Biel) hellbent on tracking down the gang and bringing down Rhona (while Tammin is unhappy about her job, and about how Jessica’s secretary Beverley Mitchell may have more to do with the criminals than it seems).  Lucy is seduced by some of the team while JoAnna finally gives in to her feelings for Shay and Hayden makes herself at home, unaware that her rival (and Mitra puppet) Ashley Benson has hospitalized her colleague/girlfriend Troian Bellisario and set her up to be arrested as part of the gang. Which she duly is, sentenced with the rest of the group to life imprisonment without possibility of parole. Now read on…
* * * * * * * * *
Monica Bellucci had the body of a goddess but the concerns of every other mortal being, such as having to wake up, battle traffic, and fight computers. At least she could do something about the second one by coming in very, very early.
She needed to get a jump start on work anyway; even though everyone at R.M. Housing had been just as stunned when the news broke about Roselyn as she had been, business was business – they hadn’t lost as many customers as feared, but it was still a bit tight. Monica believed in cycles, however, and as she got to the office entrance she knew that they would come out of this one sooner or later.
“Morning, Monica!”
The brunette’s mouth dropped – Roselyn Sanchez being a felon had been the biggest shock she had gotten in recent times, but Jennifer Lawrence not only being on time but actually coming in before her came a very close second. The gorgeous young receptionist had a smile as bright as her newly dyed red hair, and she was even working on transcribing a report to boot.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 28, 2020, 11:58:23 AM

"Just wrapping this up, and then I'll have your first coffee of the day ready," Jennifer continued cheerfully.
"Uh...thank you," Monica replied, walking into her office.
Jennifer peered behind her to watch the boss walk in; she never got over how Monica couldn't help sashaying around the place even when she wasn't trying. Back to the typing...
Inside, Monica sat down to get her head into the game for the day; she would have to call back a couple of clients as soon as official opening hours started, and then she'd have to think about whether or not to look for another partner; the face of the business she may have been, but there were some people who Roselyn could handle better than her. It might be time for her to put some feelers out...
"Freshly ground!"
Coffee and two croissants were placed gently on her desk by Jennifer, leaning forward with a smile as she did. "This should perk you up," she added.
Monica had a view down Jennifer's top, but she knew she was talking about the coffee. Of course she was.
"I would be lying if I said it wouldn't help," the boss admitted as the receptionist stood by the desk. "It's been six months, and I still can't believe she did that..."
"None of us can," Jennifer said, edging a little closer. "But look on the bright side - she never robbed us."
"That's something," Monica admitted, sipping her coffee. "Ah, that's excellent."
"I do my best," Jennifer said, by now practically next to her boss. Her hand casually reached over to Monica...
"What are you doing?" Monica asked, glancing up at the girl.
"I'm... I'm just trying to get some fluff off your top," she said hastily, brushing the boss's top firmly. "See? All gone."
"There is no 'fluff' on my top," the brunette told her. "Ariana would have told me. I don't want any more liars in this office."
Jennifer nodded, deciding to risk it all.
"I did have work to catch up on, but that's not the main reason I came in early - the main reason is... you."
Monica eyed her. "Did you want a raise so badly you had to get me first thing in the morning?"
"It's nothing to do with money," Jennifer told her, trying to keep her hands from going through Monica's jet black hair. "It's just that... look, I like guys. I love guys, in fact. But there's only ever been two women to turn me on - Kim Basinger and you."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 04:53:59 AM

Monica looked the receptionist over; she was looking back at her as if she had front row seats at a Jason Derulo concert. The smile on her face was bordering on hunger, and if Monica had looked closer at Jennifer’s top she’d have seen two little bumps signalling erect and ready nipples.
“This is never going to happen again,” she told Jennifer, getting to her feet, “so cherish every moment of it.”
San Francisco could have been powered for a week on the light shining in Jennifer’s eyes as Monica, after coming in to kiss the girl, rested her hands on the receptionist’s shoulders and lightly ran them along her arms and down to the edge of her top. “I must admit I am glad to do this to someone,” she admitted, lifting off Jennifer’s top and pulling it over her head. “Ariana doesn’t like me to go first.”
Monica smiled in delight on seeing Jennifer Lawrence’s breasts; bouncy, nice and perky, not unlike their owner. “Did you leave your bra at home for this occasion?” she asked, lightly licking each of her nipples.
“Actually, I never wear a bra,” Jennifer admitted as the boss circled an arm around her waist, stroking her back and sliding down to the rear of her jeans. “I never wear panties either.”
It might have been coincidence that Monica’s hand cupped Jennifer’s ass tighter than either of them had expected, but it certainly wasn’t the reason Miss Bellucci immediately unbuckled the young woman’s jeans as Jennifer finally brought herself to touch her boss. DAMN, she really was hot – in every sense. Jennifer moaned as she felt Monica’s warm skin, finding the zipper at the back of her dress and pulling it down; within moments it slipped off her body and landed on the carpet along with Jennifer’s legwear, leaving the receptionist completely naked while Monica’s black, lacy lingerie retained what she laughingly called her modesty.
“Kim Basinger, you say?” Monica murmured, kissing Jennifer’s neck and shoulder blades as the young woman felt her breasts. “You like older women, I take it.”
“Only the hot kind,” Jennifer laughed, freeing Monica’s exquisite boobs and rubbing and squeezing them with delight. She rubbed her own rack against them, happy to hear her boss sighing when their nipples touched, before licking each of Monica Bellucci’s generous breasts. Even if the rumours that she’d had a kid or two were true, there was still plenty of milk inside her; Jennifer pressed her face between them and shook her head back and forth.
“This is the ancient ritual known as ‘motorboating,’” she giggled, ruining the attempt to add a touch of National Geographic gravitas to their fucking.
“You have beautiful legs, Miss Lawrence…”
“Thank you, but call me Jennifer.”
“…and if I give you a raise,” Monica continued, spreading her fingers into the hot, soaking bush between her receptionist’s thighs, “will you show them more often?”
“It’s a deal,” the redhead groaned as the brunette sank to her knees and gently pushed Jennifer onto her desk, lying half on and half off with Monica between her legs, lapping away with years of practice on her side. Oh boy, Monica had such a mouth on her; her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and with each touch of her tip Jennifer was shaking. Her hands never stopped exploring as much of the young woman’s body as she could get to, and Jennifer knew that no one – NO ONE – had given her love button the kind of pleasing sucking that Monica had. Ariana Grande was the luckiest girl in the world to have this woman in her bed at night.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 04:56:11 AM

There was only one problem – Monica’s ass. It was beautiful and it was perfect, but it was also still covered. As her cunt somehow managed to get warmer from her boss’s lip action, Jennifer vowed to do something about that the second she got off this table…
“Don’t worry,” Monica murmured between licks. “You will get to put anything up my culo you want to…”
“Not before I do.”
Underling and superior both whipped heads to the door; another young woman was standing there in a coat, holding a pouch and glaring at them. She was a total cutie and almost certainly had herself a banging body under the coat, but there was fire in her eyes that immediately told Jennifer that Monica Bellucci did not wear the pants in their house, figuratively or literally. As if the unsettled look on the face of the boss wasn’t enough proof.
“Enjoying yourself, secretary?” Ariana Grande asked Jennifer, fitting enough venom in that last word to kill an elephant.
“I’m not her-“
“And what did I tell you about snacking on other women?” the newbie continued, turning to Monica. “Okay, she’s cute but come on… I GET FIRST CRACK! ALWAYS! Remember the time in Barbados?”
“What happened there?” Jennifer asked, curiosity overriding anger; she didn’t like interruptions.
“Well-“ Monica started before wilting under Ariana’s glance as her lover flung the pouch down on the table, unintentionally missing Jennifer’s head.
“You forgot those at home,” she announced. “I came by to drop them off, but now it looks like SOMEONE needs a lesson.”
“Yes,” the Italian said meekly, starting to get up from between Jennifer’s legs. “I’m sorry, Ariana – I…”
“Stay on the floor. You’re right where I want you,” Ariana snapped, moving behind Monica. “And as for you, ho, how’d you like to get head from a real expert?”
Seeing how cowed Monica was before a girl who looked like she was still in school, Jennifer was about to say yes when the other redhead shook her head. “First YOU eat ME,” she added, her hand fondling the boss’s upraised, panty-covered rear end. “Come here.”
Jennifer got off the table and went over to Ariana, stroking Monica with pride in her eyes. “Take a look at this,” she said, pulling off Monica’s panties; Jennifer felt herself go all woozy on being exposed to her boss’s gorgeous ass.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 04:58:23 AM

“Nice, isn’t it?” Ariana said, seeing the visible drool on the receptionist’s lips. “And check this out…” She spread open Monica’s rump, allowing her and Jennifer to look up close at her open cunt and asshole; Ariana tapped them both. With a finger, in this case, which she poked into the higher entrance.
“Sometimes I fuck this one for hours. Too bad you’ll never get to know how good it feels… but you can have mine, and you better make me come.”
“She isn’t kidding,” Monica whispered.
“Ah, you love it, don’t you?” Ariana laughed as she let her coat fall. From the waist up she was still covered to Jennifer’s visible disappointment, but from below she revealed two very lovely legs and an equally nice bush, which the receptionist noticed didn’t match the curtains. “You’re the boss of this place, you can sit down all day to get over it. Now get behind me and get to work, Strawberry Shortcake. “
As Jennifer got up, she felt a stinging slap on her butt with the hand staying on the flesh long enough to have a squeeze. “Almost as nice as mine,” Ariana chuckled.
Resisting the temptation to give her a hickey deep enough to draw blood, Jennifer headed behind Miss Grande as the latter rapidly checked out the desk – she hadn’t brought anything with her so she had to improvise. PERFECT; Monica had that little paperweight shaped like an Indian, complete with the sculpted headband with a sculpted feather pointing up. Pleased that the boss hadn’t moved an inch, Ariana picked it up and licked it all over; she figured that she might as well lube it up a little this time.
Ariana might have slid the Indian into Monica’s lovely tight cheeks at the same time as Jennifer’s tongue touched the newcomer’s rear entrance, but if not it was close enough to make no difference. Monica’s loud gasp as the wooden sculpture travelled back and forth inside her cunt was matched by the urgency with which Jennifer grabbed Ariana’s thighs; no wonder Monica was so in thrall to this girl – being in slavery was worth it if she was able to eat such a sweet little ass sometimes. Jennifer’s tongue licked up and down the path between the girl’s asshole and pussy as if she couldn’t make up her mind, and honestly she really couldn’t. She had Monica Bellucci’s exquisite rear end in her mind all the time as she munched on Ariana, which wasn’t helping her pussy drip any less – Monica’s ass was one of those things you never forgot once you saw it.
In her mind Jennifer could see Monica gasping and writhing as the younger woman fucked her deep and hard; she let a hand stray between Ariana’s legs, and moved it further through the gap and reached up. Oh yes, there it was… her tongue flicked and licked harder as the receptionist’s fingers poked into Monica’s wet, warm, well-thatched cunt; she stroked and probed the boss as she munched on the boss’s wife.
“Nice going, red…” Ariana grunted. “I’ll let you play with Monica a bit more later if you make me come in the next five minutes…”
Jennifer rose to the challenge, doing her best to give Ariana her best tongue-lashing ever. On her knees she felt herself starting to soak onto the carpet as her face buried itself between Ariana’s pale, soft cushions, nothing on her mind but how deep and tender her asshole was. She found herself starting to scream into the deepest recesses of Ariana’s ass, licking and sucking away and enjoying how the woman was jerking back and forth as she ground against her boss.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:15:40 AM

“Ooohhh… oh yeah baby… you just keep sucking that ass, girlie...” Ariana thrashed in between Jennifer’s mouth and Monica’s mounds, as the air filled with a rising stream of lusty Italian words – what Monica was saying neither Jennifer nor Ariana could understand, but if it was the Italian for “Fuck me, Ariana! Fuck me HARDER! HARDER, DAMMIT, HARDER!” they wouldn’t have been surprised.
Feeling Monica’s pussy soaking her fingertips, Jennifer’s howls were muffled by Ariana’s seat; when her tongue made a quick return trip to Miss Grande’s cunt she was ecstatic to find it also definitely soaking, with a pleasantly musky taste. The moans Ariana was coming out with had “Mission accomplished” all over them, but Jennifer wanted to munch a little longer…
“Do you like… women in uniform…?” Ariana panted.
“Mmm… yeah…” Jennifer sighed, pulling her head back to look at how Ariana’s asshole was looking after her mouth had handled it. She’d worked on it long enough that something could pop in there without anything else required to lube it up, she’d bet – and soon she’d finally get to give Monica the treatment as she’d dreamed of ever since she joined.
“So do I…” Monica groaned.
From behind, Jennifer felt a hand resting on her shoulder. The gorgeous receptionist cracked a grin; round two was about to begin. The grin got wider when she felt another hand grab her wrist and slip a handcuff on; she loved a little RP.
“What’s the charge?” she asked demurely, turning to face the newcomer. “And is there any way I can get out of it…?”
“I’m sorry, Miss,” said the younger of the two officers standing there. “We’re straight, and you’re under arrest.”
“I know I am,” Jennifer said, playing along. She’d done the “cops saying they’re straight being turned by a hot young thing” game before. “But maybe we could… shorten the sentence?”
“Sorry, sexy,” Ariana grinned. “They’re for real.”
“Wh… what? There’s gotta be a mistake!”
“I’m sorry, Miss Lawrence…” Monica sighed, still lying on the desk. “And I won’t call you Jennifer, because no one who steals from my company is a friend.”
“I… uh… I… I DIDN’T STEAL ANYTHING!”
“Then how’d the 800 grand from RM Housing’s account end up in yours?” Ariana asked, in between shivers of delight – she may have been a thief but the girl knew how to eat ass and pussy.
“I don’t know – I swear! I was set up – I did NOT DO IT!”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:16:46 AM

“You have worked in a bank before, correct?” the older officer asked, both she and her friend doing a perfect job of ignoring the fanservice.
“Yeah, but I was a secretary there as well!” Jennifer protested.
“So you probably have some kind of knowledge of how their systems would work,” the younger one continued, ignoring her protests as well as the fanservice. “And if this was a mistake, why didn’t you come forward to your boss?”
“BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS HER MONEY, YOU FUCKING MORON!” Jennifer screamed as they took her by the arms. “Monica, I didn’t take it… you gotta believe me!”
“Why should I?” she asked, looking at her as the cops escorted her out. “You may be beautiful, but you’re also fired. I do not give second chances to thieves – I already made that mistake with my ex-partner.”
“Oh, by the way,” Ariana added with a wide smile, “I’ve had better head from guys. Work on it while you’re in jail.”
“GO TO HELL!” Jennifer snarled at Miss Grande before looking pleadingly at her boss, receding as she was dragged out still naked. “Monica, I swear to you I didn’t do it – IT’S A SET UP, PLEASE! I DIDN’T DO IT! I DIDN’T…”
* * * * * * * * * *
“…DO IT! I didn’t…” she finished plaintively as the dream ended, bringing her back to the reality of her prison cell.
Monica hadn’t believed her. She had even testified at the trial that Jennifer had had some money troubles and been turned down for a raise, both of which were true – but it was also true that Jennifer had accepted it and decided to wait until things got better. And there had been no way she could prove she had no idea how the money got there. Not for the first time, Jennifer wished she had the son or daughter of a bitch who had framed her right next to her – sometimes she imagined she’d be back in jail for murder, but at least this time she would definitely have done it.
“Hey, Lawrence – who’s this Monica? She sounds fun,” the blowsy blonde on the bunk above her said with a grin.
“Yeah,” Jennifer told Denise Welch, her cellmate for the past six months. “Yeah, she was.”
* * * * * * * * *
There were worse places for the Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women to be set than in the Sierra Nevada mountains; the winters weren’t that extreme, and the summers were… well, they were in California. But a prison in paradise was still a prison, even in summer, and even on a summer morning.
Shay Mitchell liked being awake early in the morning; always had been, from when she was a kid. She’d actually been awake for a few hours beforehand, out of bed long before her cellmate. Which was just the way she liked and wanted it.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:17:30 AM

Putting her and Blake Lively together had worked out fine for them; before lights out on the first night the blonde had admitted to Shay she was glad she’d drawn her.
“Why?” the coffee-coloured woman had asked.
“Because you were the only one of the bunch who never came on to me,” Blake had said with a relieved smile.
“I’m all about Emma,” Shay had told her.
“Yeah, I heard…”
That had been half-true; Shay was certainly in love with Emma Roberts, but both she and Emma had no problems at all with sleeping with other women. And she had let Blake take the top bunk for a reason – she rarely let a night go by without trying to take at least a little peek as the blonde climbed up to bed, and she never woke up without looking at the indentation in the mattress above her head. Sometimes she brushed a hand along the mattress, usually at around the point where Blake’s ass was, but this morning she was up, sitting by the window and letting her eyes go from the sunrise to the sleeping Blake, lying prone and slumbering.
Shay gradually spent less time on the sky and more on the lady, until finally she abandoned all pretence and walked over to the bunk, gazing on sleeping beauty. Blake was on top of the blanket, lying on her side and facing away from the wall, and her prison-issue nightdress – which was suspiciously short – was displaying a pleasing amount of leg, the better to please Remy Hadley’s male guards with. For an instant, Shay imagined she could pull off a repeat of that wonderful night last month…
No.  Even though she still had heated memories of the time she had managed to run her fingers through Blake Lively’s lovely trimmed pussy, letting the finger tips touch that perfect little lovebutton and even succeeding where Grace Park had failed by getting a close look at it, she didn’t dare go for a repeat. Shay knew her cellmate’s sleeping habits, and she knew when Blake was in a deep enough sleep that she could risk it; that, not any of the assorted excuses she’d given over the past six months, was why she liked to go to bed early.
Shay watched her chest rise and fall as she slept, wondering what or who she was dreaming about; probably dreaming of being free, like they all did at one time or another. She hoped Blake was thinking about being at a party entertaining some rich guy or other, so it would fit with what was coming up.
Brushing aside her tresses and lightly and slowly moving her hand down the blonde’s arm, Shay leaned in and gently kissed Blake’s neck and available shoulder; she knew that she had to be careful not to move her around too much. Rejoicing that it was warm, Shay caressed Blake; one hand was soon resting between her legs, the other lightly touching the blonde’s behind and wishing that it was a few hours later – the shower room was usually the only opportunity Shay, and most of the other prisoners, had to really examine Blake’s beautiful rump. If only she was sleeping on her front; Shay Mitchell had gotten the opportunity to slowly move back her cellmate’s nightdress, gently stroke the exposed cheeks and give the deep cleft between them a tender little kiss. But that had never happened again.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:19:19 AM

She contented herself with moving her fingers all over the sleeping blonde, probing and stroking as much of Blake’s exposed skin as she could while Miss Mitchell’s other hand reaped the benefits, fondling and fingerfucking herself. Shay noticed the swell of her breasts underneath her top, trying to lift the top up was too dangerous, but it was a lot safer to slip a hand underneath the edge of it, slide it up like a snake sloooowly….
The dusky woman sighed as her hand of choice found one of Blake’s chest-orbs, fingers fondling the nipple. She envied men, what with them having more of a chance to lick this than she ever would – unless Blake eventually got so at ease in Shay’s company that she decided to sleep in the nude, and she was under no illusions that that was EVER going to happen. Shay’s other hand sank between her legs as she explored the blonde, willing herself to keep silent – but Blake was a bit too hot for that to happen. Her breathing started to speed up as she practically bit herself to keep from giving in to the urge to throw caution to the wind and rip her cellmate’s clothes off…
Then Shay remembered that it was almost that time again. She removed her hand from Blake’s shirt as fast as she dared, her other hand soaking from her own cunt, and returned to her bed shaking and sweaty. It was not a moment too soon; she heard footsteps coming down the corridor, accompanied by someone whistling a cheerful little tune. It was Vance, one of the guards cursed with Y-chromosomes.
The whistling guard stopped outside the cell, unlocked it and went over to the table, bare but for a small jar. Shay, not bothering to pretend to sleep, watched as he took it, opened it and unzipped his pants. The dark-haired beauty wrinkled her nose as his brown, impressive-to-some-women penis came out and he covered it with the cream in the jar from tip to sac, walked over to the bunk, unzipping his pants as he climbed up to the definitely still asleep Blake.
He was out of sight but not out of vision; within seconds the top bunk started to vibrate, punctuated by Vance’s grunts as he pushed his rod in and out of the slumbering Blake’s ass. There were other, smaller sounds mixing with his own; not grunts, but little feminine gasps.
As Shay listened and tried not to feel envious, she wondered what would have happened if Blake hadn’t left the jar out for him, like she had practically every night. That was the sign for when she expected one of the guards to come in and help himself to some tasty Blake Lively dessert.
Shay waited for Blake to come/wake up with a mixture of guilt and regret; this wasn’t the first time she’d felt her cellmate, but it would be the last.
She’d told herself that before, but this time she meant it. After today she wouldn’t get a chance to break her word.
* * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:20:47 AM

Silver-haired sixty-something lifer Helen Mirren met the eyes of dark-haired younger lifer Emma Roberts as they passed each other in the corridor towards the warden’s office, where the latter was being escorted by guard Maggie. Horny Helen, as the other prisoners dubbed her for her inability to keep from going after anything with tits (even by the place’s standards), gave the girl a knowing glance.
“Not in a million years,” Emma told her.
“I can wait,” Helen laughed. “Especially after the sneak preview you gave me.”
The now 20-year-old Emma had made the mistake of sharing a shower with Helen, and it had been the longest cleansing of her young life. Helen was watching Emma like a hawk throughout, and even though the older woman had never actually stopped cleaning herself Emma felt as if her hands were pawing her instead of rubbing the soap inside. She could practically feel Helen’s eyes panning up and down her naked body as if she was starring in a porn movie – she almost expected to hear sleazy saxophones or low-budget synths in the air.
And it wasn’t like she was the only unattractive convict in Remy Hadley who had the hots for her or the other members of the San Francisco Eight, either; Emma remembered the day they’d arrived and the way Blake Lively had visibly recoiled when someone who she later learned was called Sarah Jessica Parker commented on looking forward to sucking on the blonde’s rack. Emma also remembered cackling over Blake’s discomfort; she would never have imagined that she’d end up knowing EXACTLY what it felt like. Sympathy for the devil was one thing, but sympathy for Blake Christina Lively…?
One good thing had come out of all this, the safecracker reflected as Maggie escorted her into the warden’s office; ever since that first weekend she was basically protected property, one of the chosen few.
“Tell the big boss her Thursday regular’s in,” the Asian looker told the man behind the desk.
“Why is it always so early?” Emma asked Maggie as he did so.
“She likes to start the day right,” the guard replied. “Too bad you’re not British.”
“Oh, you like the accents?”
“No, but if you were she’d get sick of you sooner – off limits until then.”
“Awww, I’m so sorry,” Emma lied as the door opened.
The girl entered the warden’s inner sanctum, hearing the door shut and lock behind her. The second it was done, Emma turned around and rested her hands on the panelling, her legs spread as if about to be searched.
“You do that very well,” the warden said cheerfully. “But I think I do it better.”
Emma turned back to face Warden Kate Winslet, who was standing by the far wall in a similar position – only completely naked, presenting the young woman with plenty of prime pink rump.
“If it helps, you certainly do it better than Helen,” the warden continued as Emma approached her while shedding her prisoner uniform, knowing that on the other side of that lovely back were Kate’s heavy funbags. “I don’t know why I keep on with her.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:24:58 AM

“Maybe you like English accents?” the girl asked as she pressed her now-freed crotch against Kate’s ass and wrapped her arms around the warden, making sure to get one forearm on the warden’s large, soft rack.
“Up to a point,” Kate smiled, turning her head to kiss Emma. “Up to a point.”
She then turned her whole body around, Emma enjoying the sensation as Kate faced her. The warden was full-figured, and a happily married mother whose husband trusted her around men, believing she’d never go near anyone who was interested in her. He was half right – she never slept with men, preferring instead to have her pick of the women and girls under her command. Whether it was because she was the warden and could make their life a living hell if they said no, or because she wasn’t the last warden (the reign of Warden Kathy Bates was not one anyone there wanted to remember), none of them had turned her down.
Emma Roberts caressed Kate Winslet’s milksacks. “I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she whispered, and bent her head, taking one of Kate’s large nipples between her lips and envying her kids (while hoping her daughter would grow up to look like her mother). The warden gently stroked Emma’s head as it lay there, slowly bobbing up and down as the young woman tasted the succulent tip, her hands roaming the warden.
Kate took Emma in her arms, lifting her off the ground and carrying her across the office to her couch. “It’s that time again,” she said, feeling Emma’s hands slipping down her back.
“I can’t believe he won’t do you in there,” the safecracker mumbled into Kate’s chest, pressing one of her fingers into the warden’s ass.
“He doesn’t like it,” she replied. “Ben’s strictly missionary. He won’t go down on me either; says he tried it once with his first girlfriend and didn’t like it.”
“Was it his fault she didn’t taste good?”
“He’s a good man, really,” Kate admitted, lowering Emma onto the couch and getting on top of her, looking at the girl’s lovely small boobs. “Just a bit… conservative.”
“The C word. Ouch,” Emma said, wrinkling her nose before they kissed.
Kate patted Emma’s side before getting up. “Make yourself comfortable and we’ll be set in a moment,” she told her, walking over to her cabinet and doing so slowly; Kate knew Emma was checking out her juicy behind, and loved it.
Emma WAS checking out her juicy behind. And loving it; the young woman’s slim digits moved between her legs, spreading her cunt lips and touching her little clit. Emma rolled it as she sat back on the couch, watching Kate open the doors of the cabinet to reveal several bookshelves, and three cameras – one on each shelf, all aimed towards the couch. The warden switched each one on checked to make sure their focuses were correct and that each had the lens zeroing in where she wanted in (one in a master shot, one closer focusing on the east half of the couch, the other going for the western side), and then strolled back to the waiting safecracker, now thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy as her eyes went over the warden.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:25:54 AM

“I’ve been a bad, bad prisoner,” Emma pouted, wriggling about on the couch as Kate moved by her and to the side, the better for the three cameras to capture the action. “I’m in here because I love fucking myself too much…”
This was one of those times Emma wished she had a rack like the warden, or even that Kardashian girl with the huge ass who was always getting her parole turned down – lifting a breast up to her mouth with her free hand so she could lick her own nipple was always a bonus. Still, you gotta work with what you got; Emma’s middle finger was busy sliding in and out of her hot little pink envelope, and if she hadn’t had cameras on her she’d have popped it into her mouth… oh, what the heck. Miss Roberts took the finger out and licked it off, conceited enough to think she had a great tasting pussy and sorry enough that she wasn’t limber enough to be able to eat herself out.
“Turn around,” Kate said, “and don’t forget to spread it.”
“Like *I’d* forget,” Emma tut-tutted, and just as Blake had done back at the hideout she moved her slim body around, only unlike Blake she KNEW she had an audience. Kate knew from experience that she had to wait a little to let the cameras have time to get enough of the girl’s open rear and her fingers fondling her snatch before she could get in there, but the younger the lady was the harder it was for her to wait. And Emma looked younger than 20, her fast hand searching out all the parts of her girlbits that buzzed her up, asshole tight and unvisited by dicks… she was writhing around on the sofa as if she was putting on a show, which she sort of was, but it was mostly all for herself.
Kate nipped in and bit the cheek that didn’t have a scar on it, her teeth sinking into the flesh and sucking on the part she’d had in her mouth. Emma, her body heating up and her snatch soaking, turned back around and opened her legs wider, waiting for the warden to start snacking.
“Not today,” she panted, pulling herself up and kissing Emma’s tits. “You haven’t finished breakfast yet.”
Kate levered herself up further, resting her form on Emma’s mouth; the girl didn’t need any urging to thrust her tongue into the warden’s gorgeous English country garden. Kate Winslet’s plush, plump pussy was one of the fringe benefits of being in prison; she smelt and tasted like… like… Emma didn’t really know what she tasted like and didn’t care – she just wanted to suck on Kate’s fat clit until she was paroled (so basically forever). Her pussy thatch was lovely as well; Emma liked it shaved the best, but Kate’s was lovely and silky to run through. Pinching and probing the warden’s buns as she licked was the icing on the cake.
There was nothing but approving murmurs from Emma and sighs from Kate for the next several minutes as the girl’s mouth and fingers did their work; Kate stroked what parts of Emma she could reach as the young woman did for her what her husband tried to do but only rarely did. Kate began to thrust away under the constant caressing and sucking, her body jiggling and pumping as she started to surrender herself to the prisoner. Emma, for her part, was giving in to the warden’s warm body like she hadn’t done since – since last time.
“Stop….” Kate moaned, and Emma reluctantly let her mouth go as she watched the warden move down her body. The safecracker took in a few breaths as she waited for Kate’s experienced mouth to munch on her; she loved it the last time…

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 29, 2020, 05:26:36 AM

Something brushed against her box. It was soft, but it wasn’t a mouth. Too pointed to be a tongue… Emma looked down, and was greeted by Kate smiling up at her, holding one of her breasts and aiming it at her cunt. The pert, erect nipple played with her clit, making Emma tremble with joy; she carefully spread open her box, feeling the warden guide the areola inside – both woman sighed on contact.
Emma pushed herself forward a little so her cuntwalls moved over Kate’s nipple, not much, but enough. The older woman moved the tit inside the small space, feeling the tip somehow get even harder with the secretions inside the safecracker – Kate molded and squeezed the breast as they moved, and broke into a wide grin when she actually felt a few droplets of breast milk seep out and enter Emma. From the girl’s gasp, she knew that Emma felt it too.
“Now isn’t that better than guys?” Kate laughed.
“And no kids…” Emma moaned, feeling the nipple teasing her insides and her walls starting to oil up. Oh man, this was so good – her own pussy and Kate’s tit were two great tastes… the young woman wrapped her legs around Kate’s torso, stroking her as the boob probed her; she wished today was a public holiday or something, then she could spend all day coming over this big beautiful kind lady’s chest. As Emma thrashed around she got a look at Kate’s other breast, free and gorgeous.
That did it; gasping to the ceiling, Emma’s body shuddered as she let herself go, the familiar glow shooting through her body. She didn’t want to lose Kate’s nipple, but she kept every last second of the sensation of it leaving her pussy; she collapsed back onto the couch as the warden hefted her tit, slowly licking it off for Emma’s benefit.
“Very tasty,” Kate told her approvingly.
“Same here,” Emma sighed, eyeing the warden’s snatch.
“Stay here until you’ve come down,” Kate told her as she dressed. “Tomorrow night I shall have to work a little late here, and you will have to be summoned for… oh, I’ll think of something.”
“Isn’t tomorrow Rachel Bilson’s turn?”
“She was released last week; time off for good behaviour. Too bad; I was hoping to enjoy those lovely jugs of hers one more time.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right… I heard there was a new girl in. Some cutie called Sarah Shahi or something.”
“One door closes, another opens. Anyway,” Kate continued, “the next time I’ll see to it that I have time to enjoy your cute little bottom.”
“And vice versa,” Emma laughed, pinching the warden. “About time I got to slide something up that big Brit booty.”
If she was unlucky, she thought. As lovely as Warden Winslet’s body was, if she was lucky today would be the last time.
* * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 03:42:14 AM

Being as she was in solitary confinement, Roselyn Sanchez hadn’t seen much of the lovely mountain scenery or the well-laid-out prison grounds for the past few days. But on the upside, where she HAD been she’d been spared her the sight of her cellmate.
Whoever decided to put her and Jaime Pressly in the same cell either didn’t know about their past history or DID know and had a sick sense of humour; they’d spent their time together ignoring each other or arguing. They also hadn’t been getting much sleep; neither of them was willing to drop their guard around the other, making for long and restless nights. But things hadn’t really caught fire until two weeks ago.
Although none of the women – with the obvious exception of Blake – had been averse to getting and giving affection among the prison population, no one had been as determined to get some as Jaime; not a day had gone by when she hadn’t bedded one of the other convicts, whether they wanted to or not. The word had soon spread to stay the hell away from Jaime Pressly, and now the entire prison population avoided her like the plague, except for the other members of the gang; this also meant that no one dared to go into the showers until Jaime was finished, which suited Miss P just fine – it meant that she got to have first crack at the hot water.
Most days, anyway; that morning Jaime’s eyes narrowed when she stepped into the bathroom and saw Zoe Kravitz humming to herself under the shower jets as she cleansed her form. She was a total fox, admittedly, but the more hot water this one got the less she herself would; the girl’s rack wasn’t that nice.
Zoe turned a bit to the side, and Jaime reflected that okay, her rack WAS that nice. Still glaring, she started to do her own bathing as the girl continued to hum; but in between soap dabs she stole quick looks at the brown-hued beauty near her. Gradually they became less quick, and the space between the two started to reduce as the blonde edged closer.
Zoe’s lovely body was almost completely cleaned when Jaime was practically touching her; it pleased the blonde that Miss Kravitz had her fingers energetically washing her snatch out. Roselyn probably liked it too; in fact, Jaime knew for a fact that Roselyn liked it, as she’d spotted the two of them in the gym when they thought no one was around. Much as she hated to admit it, the sight of the boss on her knees in front of Zoe licking out her box while the girl moved around in heat was not something she regretted.
“That’s a nice package you got there, kid,” Jaime said as amiably as she could.
Zoe nervously looked at the older lady. “Um… thanks,” she replied.
“Oh, relax. I ain’t gonna eat you. Not that way, anyway… looks to me like you could do with a little something to get the day off right, know what I mean?”
“I’m good, thanks…” Zoe turned the water off. “It’s all yours, Jaime.”
“Right on both counts, sis,” Jaime grinned, taking Zoe’s arm. Hard. “You ARE good, and it’s all mine…”
“Please, not today,” said the prisoner, wincing. “I know you like to hurt…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 03:43:50 AM

“It ain’t gonna hurt ME,” the blonde cackled. “On your knees, Mocha Tits, and let’s see if you can make me scream like you did to-“
“Roselyn…”
“We got us a mind reader here! So you know what I...”
“She isn’t a mind reader,” Roselyn Sanchez said flatly behind her. “And you are not going to rape her today. Or any day.”
“RAPE?!?” Jaime laughed, glancing over her shoulder to look at her colleague. “I don’t rape - everyone I fuck wants it. I mean they want it from ME, of course…”
“Shut up. She won’t hurt you, Alicia.”
“Huh?” Jaime asked. “Ain’t her name Zoo or some shit like that?”
Zoe glanced at Roselyn, who shook her head; it wasn’t Jaime’s business.
“Oh, I get it – like playing games, right? Well, I got a new game for you, sugar…”
It was Roselyn’s turn to grab an arm, pulling Jaime up short. “It’s called ‘Leave Her Alone Or You’ll Regret It.’”
“You ain’t my mom, Chiquita Banana! Hell, even my MOM didn’t talk to me like that!” But she did let go of Zoe, her anger rising at how uppity Roselyn was getting again – and how fast Zoe got out of the shower, wrapping her towel around her as she fled. Both robbers watched her leave, and neither could resist a smile at the glimpse of Zoe’s bobbing buns before the towel hid them.
Jaime’s smile vanished, but not before Roselyn spotted it – and slapped her hard across the face. “That is ALL you’ll ever be able to do with her; just smile.”
“Still be more than what you can do when I’m through with you,” the blonde snapped, and slammed her head into Roselyn’s.
The pain shot through her skull, followed by more ache when Jaime cracked a hand across her face, causing her to slip stunned. Jaime cannoned into Roselyn and the two landed on the shower tiles, more agony firing up the Latina’s body – and she scratched Jaime’s face in rage, kicking up at her as she did so. The foot didn’t hurt much, but there were a couple of red streaks across the blonde’s face.
Jaime aimed her fingernails at Roselyn for payback, but the dark-haired woman grabbed the hand and wrenched it aside, managing to throw her over and send her hitting the wall and floor. She was there long enough for Roselyn to punch her hard in the stomach – “Still think I can’t hit?!?” she spat.
Roselyn took a fist to the eye as Jaime scrambled up, yelling “Not as hard as me!” and following it with another blow, following that by grabbing the Sanchez sacks and twisting both as hard as she could. Which was REAL hard; howling, Roselyn got hold of Jaime’s hair and yanked her head back, managing to whirl her around and throw her. Losing her balance on the soaked floor, Jaime stumbled and crashlanded by the door, and before she could get up Roselyn had kicked her out of the room; she’d taken enough water with her so she actually slid out into the corridor, which would have been a surprise for any women waiting if there’d been any. But as Jaime found out when Roselyn charged out after her when she started to her feet, it wasn’t over yet.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 03:44:39 AM

The two women clawed at each other, slamming into the walls and floor, both kicking and biting and swearing. “IF THEY HAD TUBS IN THERE I’D HAVE DROWNED YOU!” Jaime yelled, thumping Roselyn’s head again and shouting in pain as her enemy shoved two fingers into her crotch, clasped her clit between them and squeezed hard enough to almost burst it. Feeling a hand on her arm, Roselyn instinctively jerked an elbow back…
…and that was what landed them in solitary.
Even if they hadn’t been scrapping in the corridors, hitting one of the guards in the face and knocking out two of her teeth was a no-no. The one good thing about it, apart from the fact that it was Jane Lynch (disparagingly known as Jane the Pain – due to her being the only guard in the place other than Cate “the Straight” Blanchett who never, but never, looked the other way… and yes, her nickname was also because Cate was the only guard, male or female, who couldn’t be swayed with sex), was that Jaime had taken as much of the fall as Roselyn had, even though it hadn’t been blonde-on-blonde violence. Regardless, once they’d mopped the floor up (rub it in, huh?) the two had been carted off to solitary confinement for two whole weeks.
Roselyn didn’t know or care what Jaime had been doing in there, but she knew what she was doing – counting down the days till she was out of the little cramped cell, and thinking about Alicia. The real Alicia, not the gorgeous convict who’d approached her one month into her stay at Remy Hadley and who Roselyn had bedded that evening, who’d begged for her kisses and who had agreed to Roselyn’s only request – that she be called Alicia instead of Zoe.
No, it was the Alicia who had been devastated when the truth had come out. The Alicia who hadn’t turned up for the trial – at first. The Alicia who had been there in the later stages. The Alicia who had come to visit her every other week, and had told her on the first visit that whatever happened she was her Popi and they were together, no matter what. And the Alicia who was due to come to see her… today.
Perfect timing; out of this cell today, and later on meeting Alicia for the last time in prison. The next time, she’d be free.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jaime had been the angriest of the gang on her capture, at her sentencing, and every day since she’d been a guest of Remy Hadley. She couldn’t blame her treatment – they could have been living in Buckingham Palace and she’d have been furious.
Yeah, they’d had a fight, but the real cause had been before that – it was the car. It still pissed her off that somehow they’d been tracked down, when she KNEW that no one but no one had seen her heist it. And it wasn’t like it had some kind of alarm or something in the system that could track it down either; the model they’d gotten was several years too old for that. Plus she’d never taken her eyes off midget reporter girl, so she couldn’t have gotten a message out to anyone.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 03:45:31 AM

But apparently someone had. Someone had tracked them.
Jaime heard the door on her cell starting to unlock, and unclenched her fists. This wasn’t the time to get violent; sooner or later, though, she was going to find out who’d told the cops. And she was going to kill them. Slowly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women didn’t exactly provide someone with a lot of privacy - almost every room had either windows or a barred wall that allowed guards to look in on the prisoners as they did everything from change clothes to use the toilet to making love with their roommates. It was nerve-wracking, at first, but most prisoners eventually got used to it enough to tolerate it.
For someone who didn’t mind her body being ogled, like Grace Park, it wasn’t that big of an issue. She often hung around in her cell wearing just her panties, no concerns that any of the other prisoners might see her perky little breasts on full display. Ever her cellmate, Lauren German, didn’t seem to mind, despite her own shy nature - Lauren changed underneath her blanket, and despite being in Remy Hadley longer than Grace had been, still blushed every time she had to use the toilet in front of someone else.
Of course, Lauren didn’t seem to be embarrassed enough to keep from sliding into Grace’s bed every third night for some much needed sexual relief.
Such had been the case last night, and Lauren was already back in her own bunk, sliding into her prison uniform while Grace eased herself out of bed, giving the girls across the hall a good look at her naked body.
“Don’t suppose you want a little morning pick-me-up?” Grace asked.
“We just did it last night,” Lauren said in a hushed voice. “How insatiable are you?”
“Very,” Grace said, luridly stroking her exposed crotch with one hand while rubbing the sleep dust out of her eyes with the other.
“Park! Get some clothes on before you rile up the entire wing!” a harsh, British voice demanded from outside the cell. Grace turned around, and wasn’t at all surprised to see a gorgeous, dark-haired guard standing just outside their cell. Dressed in a uniform shirt that was easily two sizes too small for her, and her pants, while regulation, didn’t QUITE cover the top of her ass-crack in the back, and were practically painted upon her legs, they were so tight.
“Oh, what is it today, Officer Arterton?” Grace asked, neither moving, or covering her nudity. “Warden can’t work her iPhone?”
“Quiet yourself, Park, and get dressed. The WiFi in the waiting room is down again,” Guard Gemma Arterton snapped.
Grace rolled her eyes, but reached for her clothes anyway. “This is becoming a daily thing, Gemma,” Grace muttered.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 03:59:32 AM

“The WiFi does go out a lot down there,” Lauren said, coming out from under her covers now clad in her prisoner’s uniform.
“Place wasn’t built for the internet age. Now, back against the wall, German,” Arterton said, pulling out her billy club. Lauren knew the routine. She backed up to the far wall, turned around and put her hands on the bars in the small window. By the time she’d done this, Grace had pulled her own shirt on over her naked body, and was stepping into her pants as the guard signaled for the door to be unlocked.
“Come along, Miss Wizard - time to earn your perks,” Gemma said, taking Grace by the arm and pulling her out of the cell. The door closed behind them, leaving Lauren alone for the time being, while the computer criminal was escorted down the hallway.
The guard and the prisoner walked in silence down the hallway, though they both received a few whistles from the other prisoners. Grace was a bit of a running joke between the other prisoners - when most guards took prisoners somewhere else, it was for sexual reasons. For Grace, it was for Tech Support.
Gemma led the nerdy prisoner out of the main cellblock and down two flights of stairs, to the first level. But instead of turning right towards the visitor’s area, they turned left, entered another guarded hallway, and soon found themselves in one of the private interrogation rooms, where prisoners could be questioned by officials, or meet with their lawyers, more-or-less in private. Certainly no other prisoners could see what happened in the room, though Grace had long suspected there might be a hidden camera or two in the room.
“Strip,” Gemma ordered, though Grace was already dropping her pants - she’d purposefully left her prison issue underwear back at her cell. A minute later, Grace was as naked as she’d been when she woke up, and Gemma was shoving her up against the table, bending the prisoner over at the waist and spreading her legs.
“Must we do this EVERY time, Gemma?” Grace asked as the guard quickly searched Grace’s discarded uniform.
“Yes,” Gemma said flatly as she dropped the uniform and moved to stand behind Grace. The prisoner shuddered a bit as she heard the tell-tale snapping of a plastic glove. Grace took a deep breath, and almost immediately felt the harsh presence of Gemma’s hand penetrating her pussy from behind.
Grace had suffered through a lot of cavity searches since her arrest, but no one took them as seriously as Gemma Arterton did.
But at least Gemma didn’t forget about Grace. As her fingers probed the deepest recesses of Grace’s vaginal opening, Gemma’s thumb almost lazily circled the prisoner’s clit, sending some very nice sensations throughout her body.
“Nothing there,” Gemma said. “This time.”
“Yeah, one day I’m totally going to hide a gun up there,” Grace responded snarkily.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:00:23 AM

“And I just hope I’m to one searching you that day,” Gemma said, pushing down on the small of Grace’s back. “Time for the anal exam.” With no more warning than that, two fingers entered Grace’s ass. Grace bit her lip, but managed to not cry out in pain and surprise. She had known it was coming, after all. And in some cases, she’d consider this the good end to a good date. But Gemma was particularly thorough.
“Jeeze, any higher and you’ll be tasting what I have for breakfast before I do,” Grace muttered. “Do you ALWAYS have to be so rough?”
“Yes,” Gemma said, leaning over until her body was pressed directly against Grace’s back, the guard’s larger tits pressing hard against Grace’s skin, with only the thin fabric of the uniform top between them. “Because it turns me on so fucking much,” Gemma whispered in Grace’s ear.
“Then I hope you’re all hot and bothered, Gemma, because you know I am,” Grace said as Gemma’s free hand reached around the prisoner to grope one of Grace’s breasts. The guard responded by pulling her fingers out of Grace’s ass, splitting them into a V, and jamming them back into bother her ass and pussy. The prisoner swooned.
“Yes, that’s a good little bird,” Gemma said, groping Grace’s tits again before letting go. “Now, on your knees.”
Grace didn’t protest. She spun around and got on her knees, giving her the most perfect view as Gemma shed her pants and exposed her perfectly trimmed little bush and sopping wet pussy to the prisoner. Grace had been here before - numerous times since being incarcerated at Remy Hadley. Prison Guards pulling her out for some tech or computer situation, for which she was known to be skilled, and taking advantage of her sexually. This happened a lot in this prison - both male and female guards all seemed to treat the prisoners as their playthings, almost universally.
Grace put up with it - and in cases like Gemma Arterton here, actually enjoyed it, as opposed to when the male guards would have their way with her - but unlike many of the prisoners, who either just took it, or tried to resist, Grace put these encounters to good use.
“Mmmm, you taste nice today, Gemma,” Grace said, gently lapping at the guard’s wet slit. “Did you get what I asked for?”
“Yeah, yeah, your new iPhone will be here tomorrow,” Gemma said. “But you know what I want in return,” she added, leering down at Grace.
“Oh, Gemma, I’m already yours. You can have me any way you want.”
“Let’s prove that, then, shall we?” Gemma said. She stepped away from the prisoner and reached down to her pants. There she pulled her nightstick and held it by the longest end, sticking the shorter end out towards Grace. “Suck it.”
“Huh?” Grace asked, a little surprised. This was something new.
“Suck it. Like a cock,” Gemma said, a twinkle in her eye. “And don’t tell me you don’t know how. Jace was telling me the other day how you deep throated him pretty well, for a dyke.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:01:10 AM

“I told him not to tell anyone,” Grace grumbled as she reluctantly leaned forward and took the end of the baton in her mouth. Grace was NOT a fan of sucking cock, but it had kept Jace of other parts of her body and gotten her a few perks in the showers - like real shampoo, not the generic crap they tried to push off on the other girls. But despite her distaste of the act, Grace had some skills at using her mouth and tongue to pleasure phallic shaped objects, and as Gemma watched, Grace performed her best routine upon the polished wooden shaft. She playfully licked the length of the baton before taking the tip into her mouth. For a moment, she just played with it a little before she slowly started to suck envelope more and more of it. Soon enough, Grace’s lips were practically touching the second handle.
“Jace wasn’t kidding,” Gemma said admiringly. “Are you sure you’re only into girls?”
Grace pulled off the baton. “Positive,” she said.
“Well, good,” Gemma said. “A bird like you shouldn’t be stuffed and basted, know what I mean?”
“Uh, I guess,” Grace replied.
“Oh, shut up and suck the bloody handle,” Gemma demanded, turning the nightstick around. Grace shot her an odd look, but started sucking on the angled end anyway, wondering what this was about. Gemma had fucked Grace a number of times since the computer chick had been housed at Remy Hadley, but usually that just meant Grace ate Gemma out, sucked on her tits a little and they’d finish each other off with their fingers. This, however, was something more.
A small part of Grace was worried, but the vast majority of her was just horny.
“That’s enough,” Gemma said, pulling the nightstick out of Grace’s mouth. “Turn around and bend over the table.”
Suddenly, Grace knew exactly what was happening. And her pussy flooded with juice at the very thought! She eagerly did as she was told, even spreading her legs wide in anticipation.
“Mmmmnnngh,” Gemma groaned. Grace looked over her shoulder, and was surprised to see Gemma had actually stuck the side-handle of the nightstick into her own pussy. Grace was a bit surprised, but Gemma was moving before the prisoner could say anything, sliding up behind the bent-over Asian and lining up the other wetted end of the baton with Grace’s pussy.
“Ooooh!” Grace cooed, both from the pleasure of feeling the nightstick penetrate her, and the naughtiness of the idea of using the nightstick as a makeshift strap-on dildo. Or would that be slide-in dildo? Grace didn’t care. She was too busy getting fucked by Gemma.
“Yeah, that’s it you little slut,” Gemma said, her voice a husky whisper in Grace’s ear. “Spread your legs and get fucked by my hard cock.” As she spoke, Gemma reached around and groped Grace’s small tits, and Grace’s rock-hard nipples reacted quite well to the sensation.
It was quite the trick Gemma was pulling off. Keeping her own pussy clamped around one handle of the nightstick while using the other to take Grace from behind. Just the act of keeping the handle inside her was challenging enough, and the effort was sending all sorts of pleasurable signals through Gemma’s body. But Grace’s pussy wasn’t exactly holding the improvised dildo as well -

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:01:57 AM

possibly because Gemma was pounding in and out of it, or perhaps it was the fact Grace was practically flooded with juices. Whatever it was, Gemma knew she couldn’t keep it in there much longer, and if it fell out of Grace, it would fall out of Gemma’s pussy, too. She couldn’t have that.
“Hold on a moment, luv,” Gemma said, pulling the nightstick out of Grace. The prisoner mewed in disappointment, then gasped in elated surprise as Gemma started to slowly slide the baton handle into Grace’s ass.
“Mmmmm, yes!” Grace hissed. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my dirty, dirty ass!”
It took a bit, but thanks to Grace’s mouth and pussy, the stick was well lubricated, and Grace was far from an anal virgin. When the nightstick was finally all the way in, Gemma found she was getting far more resistance on her end - much to the joy of her own pussy.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Grace hollered as Gemma started to really fuck her ass. With both hands on the prisoner’s hips, Gemma felt every thrust vibrate up from the nightstick into her own pussy. Not surprisingly, it wasn’t very long at all before both girls were climaxing.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCKFUCKFUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” Grace hissed as her body collapsed beneath her. Gemma was only seconds behind, her own climax dropping her onto Grace’s back as her knees gave out while she hissed her pleasure.
“Oh, that was fun,” Grace said a few minutes later as Gemma yanked the nightstick out of her.
“We’ll do that again,” Gemma promised.
“It’s a great way to wake up,” Grace said.
“By the way, they really are having trouble with the WiFi in the visitor’s center,” Gemma mentioned as she pulled her pants back on.
“Just tell them to flip the router off and on, that should reset it,” Grace said, slipping back into her prisoner’s uniform. “You’ll have my iPod tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” Gemma said.
“Good. Come get me when you’ve got it,” Grace said. “Oh, and bring an extra nightstick so I can fuck you.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“There …”
Megan Fox sighed.
“…once was…”
And again.
“...a little…”
And again.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:03:12 AM

“…girl who…”
Why Hayden Panettiere had to read each line of that particular tattoo out loud before kissing it, Megan didn’t know. But then again, at least the ex-reporter’s hands were busy on each side of the brunette’s body, one hand cupping her hard buttocks and the other tracing a path through her snatch. And her lips felt so good on her skin that Megan couldn’t complain about her cellmate.
Plus to be honest, it was the tats that convinced Megan this matchup worked; the first time they had bathed together was also the first time Megan had seen Hayden naked – her compact, lovely body played host to a collection of tattoos which were for the most part smaller than Megan’s, but each one from the writing on one of her fingers to the Italian phrase on her left side was muy lickable. Megan had joked that if she went for the unobtrusive kind she should get something on her clit, and Hayden had parried that she didn’t like them THAT much.
“…never knew…” Hayden continued reading and kissing, sending a nice little ticklish tremor up Megan’s spine. Oh, this little blonde really knew her stuff. Each kiss made Megan a little wetter, and she really couldn’t wait for her to finish.”
“…love until-”
“Until a slow reading reporter took her fingers and fucked her senseless,” Megan cut Hayden off, rolling over atop Hayden and kissing her hard. Hayden gasped a bit in surprise, but as her perky tits jiggled, she gave in to Megan’s kiss and the tattoo was forgotten as the darker-haired crook slid a pair of fingers up inside Hayden’s twat.
Hayden swooned under the more-tattooed inmate’s aggressiveness, loving the sensation of a mouth on one of her nipples while two - no, that was three now - fingers mined her depths for pearls of pleasure. Megan was a surprisingly adroit finger smith, hitting areas Hayden had been hard-pressed to reach herself since being imprisoned, and with only occasional visits from Troian, Hayden was forced to rely on others to get her off.
Not that she minded. With a body built for sex, Megan Fox was a perfectly acceptable substitute for Hayden’s real love.
“You ready for it?” Megan asked, breaking into Hayden’s reverie.
“Huh? Oh, hell yeah, I’m ready,” Hayden said. The two girls got up off the bed, and Megan laid down on her back, sticking her butt up in the air a little bit. Hayden rather gleefully knelt down behind Megan and started to slide a pair of fingers into Megan’s dripping wet pussy.
“Mmmmm,” Megan moaned. The reporter had such lovely little fingers, yet they could find all the best places inside Megan. Either in her pussy, or more often, up Megan’s ass.
Which was exactly where Hayden was going, as soon as she finished lubing her hand up with Megan’s pussy juices. Two, three, four more thrusts up into Megan, and Hayden was satisfied she’d be able to work her fingers into the puckered hole she was staring at.
Still, it never hurt to be sure.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:04:11 AM

Hayden leaned forward and gently started tonguing around Megan’s backdoor. The career criminal groaned in delight - it had been FAR too long since anyone had tossed her salad, even here at Remy Hadley, where you could get most anything done to you if you just asked the right person.
“God, Hayd, that’s it! Fuck my ass with your tongue!”
Hayden’s reply was to press her tongue further into Megan, twirling it about a little as she went. Hayden wasn’t exactly new to analingus, but neither she nor Troian ever really got off on the idea, so the most she’d ever done was use it briefly to lube up her lover, and add a hint of kink to their encounters on rare occasions.
But Megan seemed to enjoy it, and Hayden put her skilled tongue to use, driving the taller, darker haired girl well beyond distraction. Which was exactly what Megan needed.
As Hayden’s tongue did unspeakably sexy things to Megan’s ass, Megan was able to forget, if only for a few minutes, how depressed she was. Over on Megan’s bunk lay a letter - an actual, handwritten letter - that had, while not quite broken Megan’s heart, certainly bruised it more than she would’ve expected.
The letter, written with perfect teacher penmanship, was from Lucy Hale, basically telling Megan that she wouldn’t be hearing from her again. Lucy had been one of the hostages the girls had taken in the bank, and Megan had taken more than a bit of a liking to the short brunette. The fact that Lucy had, rather reluctantly, maintained a correspondence during Megan’s incarceration had allowed Megan’s attraction for the young teacher to go from mostly physical to something more.
But Lucy didn’t seem to be feeling the same.
The letter was essentially a Dear Jane note, Lucy telling Megan that while she would always think fondly of her, and admitted that it was Megan’s sexual attentions, and not the more brutal fucking she’d gotten from Jaime Pressly, that had awaken Lucy’s dormant lesbian desires, Lucy couldn’t wait for Megan.
Megan hadn’t known how much she’d been counting on seeing Lucy again until that letter had arrived. Megan had always been a lone wolf, of sorts, at least when it came to love. She took her pleasure from any woman - or man - that caught her fancy, and had never had a relationship last beyond a month. But Lucy’s letters had kept her going while she’d been in prison, and now, on the eve of the girl’s escape, Lucy was essentially abandoning Megan.
So Megan was doing what she did best in moments like this - fucking through the pain.
Even now, as Megan’s thoughts drifted back to the letter, one of Hayden’s hands slid around the front, and three little fingers slid into Megan’s snatch, fucking her as hard in the front as Hayden’s tongue was in the back.
“Mmmmm, fuck yeah!” Megan groaned at the double penetration. This was what she needed right now. A good, solid fucking by a hot chick that Megan wouldn’t fall for. A palette cleanser that would wipe the memory of Lucy off of Megan’s mind and leave the car thief free to think about - and fuck - anyone else she wanted without feeling depressed about it.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:09:50 AM

Except it wasn’t quite working.
“Come on, baby, cum for momma,” Hayden said, really working her fingers in and out of Megan’s two holes.
Well, the sex part was working - Megan’s pussy was alive with fire, and she knew from experience that Hayden was going to give her an O that was decidedly on the bigger size. The tongue in her ass was doing things that could only be described as sensational, and Hayden’s tiny fingers were making Megan swoon.
But Megan already knew that when her orgasm came - “So close! So fucking close!” - that her heart would got right back to missing Lucy.
“Come on, Megan,” Hayden said between licks. “Cum for me! Cum for me now!”
“MMmmm FUCK YESSSSSSSS!!!!” Megan hissed loudly as Hayden crammed her tongue up Megan’s ass as far as it would go, finally tripping the last little switch that would send the taller woman over the edge. Orgasm blasted through Megan’s body like a tidal wave, and she literally slipped off the edge of the bed, her hands just barely stopping her from smacking her head on the floor. Hayden somehow managed to keep her fingers on Megan’s throbbing clit, but there was no keeping her tongue in. Not that Megan minded - she was lost to the world.
That was alright with Hayden. As Megan was coming down from her high, Hayden moved to flip the tattooed car thief onto the floor before straddling the taller, stronger girl’s face. Before Megan could even think to protest - not that she would have - Hayden’s pussy was in her face, practically humping her mouth. Megan knew what to do, and she was licking before her own climax had completely subsided.
It didn’t take very long to get Hayden off. Megan worked her tongue well, and gripped the shorter girl’s shapely backside tightly, holding her close so each lick Megan did ran from the bottom of the blonde’s pussy all the way up over her clit, for maximum pleasure. Hayden was more than turned on already, having enjoyed getting Megan off quite a bit. But now she let her head hang back, and the TV reporter let her eyes close, and let herself imagine it was Troian down there between her legs, giving her the kind of sexual bliss only a woman could give another.
Had anyone put a stopwatch on Hayden, they would’ve seen it took Megan exactly one minute, twenty-two seconds to bring the tiny girl to orgasm. Hayden grabbed her own tits fiercely and went rock solid as her climax shattered every nerve in her body. She hissed in pleasure, and for once didn’t call out Troian’s name, though the lanky brunette’s face was in the forefront of Hayden’s mind. If she had, Megan wouldn’t have minded - and it wouldn’t have been the first time, either.
And then, suddenly, just like that it was over, Hayden carefully getting off Megan, who rolled up on her knees and tried hard not to look at the letter still on her bed. Instead, she turned and watched as Hayden slid her bare ass up into her prison-issue uniform.
“Going commando?” Megan asked, a little surprised.
“Today? Abso-fucking-lutely,” Hayden said.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:11:02 AM

“That’s right!” Megan said, remembering. “It’s visiting hours today, and you got a hot date.”
“Yeah I do,” Hayden said. “Thanks for getting me off now, by the way. The thought of seeing Troian again has me so horny, I’d probably be forcing myself on one of the guards before noon if you hadn’t.”
“No problem,” Megan said. “Consider it thanks for showing me that little trick you do with your pussy the other day.”
“Fun, right?” Hayden smiled at the memory. “The least I could do for showing me some of the tricks of YOUR trade.”
“More practical than your pussy party piece, but not as much fun,” Megan admitted.
“Oh yeah,” Hayden sighed. “Troian taught me that, and you can bet she’s going to do it to me again this afternoon.”
“Well, hopefully in a couple days, you and she can be doing it to each other every night,” Megan said.
“Gotta get out of here first,” Hayden pointed out.
“Don’t worry. We will,” Megan said, finally reaching for her own uniform. Maybe she’d go commando today, too. Just because she wasn’t expecting a sexy visitor didn’t mean she might not get laid by another prisoner. Maybe THAT was what she needed to clean her palette - someone a little less like Lucy. Hayden was great, but she was actually SHORTER than Lucy, which admittedly turned Megan on more. Maybe what Megan needed was a taller lover. Or even a dude. She hadn’t had a dude since a couple of weeks before she got the letter from Lucy. Maybe a good thick cock would get her over it.
As she thought that, one of the male guards led an attractive brunette prisoner past Megan and Hayden’s cell. Megan found herself licking her lips.
Then again, there was something to be said about eating another pussy. Especially when it belonged to her shopmate Olivia Wilde…
* * * * * * * * * *
Remy Hadley liked to give their inmates something of a chance to have some kind of a decent life if they weren’t in solitary; for instance, the institution had one of the better libraries among prisons in the US. And even though Blake Lively wasn’t one of the warden’s favoured few, she had been given a job there checking in books and helping the convicts with their queries and basically just sitting behind the desk and looking pretty for the prisoners. This last bit was why she was glad she alternated days with Emma Roberts, who being one of the warden’s favoured few had also gotten one of the nicer gigs in prison (and had NOT been pleased to hear who the alternate was).
She wasn’t sitting down now, however; she was up on one of the higher shelves glaring down at Gabourey Sidibe and Nicki Minaj. The pair, best friends and cellmates serving 15 to 20 for armed assault, just smiled up at her as if Gabourey hadn’t just run her hand along the blonde’s rump. Again.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:12:02 AM

“Here are your books,” she managed to say politely, handing one to each lady.
“You know, if you ever get lonely sometime…” Nicki said hopefully.
“No, thanks,” the blonde said for the umpteenth time – this week. “I don’t go that way.”
“Come on, I heard you with Vance – I know you’re colour blind,” Gabourey chuckled.
“You know what I mean,” Blake sighed. “Anyway, you two don’t like white girls.”
“When the lights go out we’re all the same colour, Blake. And this one here didn’t like girls period ‘till she met me,” Nicki laughed as she kissed the short, heavy woman. “You just ain’t met the right one yet.”
“Exceptions to every rule, honeytits,” Gabourey said as the two swaggered off. “Exceptions to every rule.”
“Probably won’t even read them,” Blake muttered to herself as soon as they were out of earshot. “Probably can’t even READ.”
Starting down the ladder, she felt another hand gliding on her buttocks; she instinctively started to tell her to keep her fingers to herself before realising they were male fingers. Of course, some of the cons did have rough digits, but she prided herself on never forgetting hands that had been on her. Anger turned to smiles as Blake looked down on Jase.
“You’re wanted on set, Miss Lively,” the guard said, the smile on his face and the tent in his trousers battling for supremacy.
“It’s time for my break anyway,” she told him.
* * * * * * * * * *
The set was Cell 3849, Block D – known among some of the guards as Alyssa’s Place, because even though the guards had helped themselves to the prisoners since the prison had opened they hadn’t had a place they could call their own until Warden Milano’s stint. She had not only sampled more than a few of the girls and guards herself, but had seen to it that the remote cell was kept unoccupied for just that purpose; it was also the only cell in the entire prison still to be locked and unlocked manually, rather than be controlled with electronics. Alyssa (she insisted on being called by her first name) had been the last person in charge of the prison before she was replaced by Kate Winslet, who had no problems with keeping this cell free.
Vance, Jase and Brad all had keys to this cell, and Brad’s were muffled so the jingling wouldn’t interfere with what they were doing – or in this case, who they were doing. Granted, only one of them (Brad) still had his uniform on, but only because he was the one holding the camera.  Vance, meanwhile, was holding something far more interesting… Blake Lively’s breasts, explaining why he and Blake were both sporting huge smiles.
“It’s kind of a shame there aren’t more guys here,” Blake murmured to Vance as she felt Jase’s lips behind her, kissing her long naked back on their journey down. “We could really have more fun - you

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:12:44 AM

in my mouth, Jase in my snatch, Brad here up my ass, maybe two of you fitting in one of my holes again…”
“We could stop filming for a bit,” Brad said hopefully. “Or I could try and set it up so-“
“No time,” Jase interrupted, watching Blake’s globes and glad Vance’s hands weren’t all over them.
“You always say that,” Brad grumbled, adjusting the focus and forgetting his blue balls for a moment  as those nipples became crystal clear.
“You know,” Blake said casually into the lens as she held Vance’s head against her chest and moaned in approval at his mouth tasting her jugs, “you COULD stand guard over me later on at visiting time…”
“We’re not allowed,” Brad grumbled further. It was amazing how Blake had visitors every single week. EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK. And yet according to Vance and Jase her pussy and asshole were still tighter than Jane the Pain’s wallet when it came time to buy drinks – how did she do that?
“Oh, who’s going to tell?” she pouted, pushing Vance down her body. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s nice guys… right in sync…”
The syncing was Vance’s tongue entering Blake’s box as Jase did the same to her back door; the tall blonde swayed slightly between the two guards on their knees on either side of her, her hands stroking their heads as their hands caressed her long thighs. Blake’s gasps started to get louder, and she was secretly glad Brad was always on camera; it had been his birthday the last time she’d been here, and they’d let him go first – and the poor guy had been so excited he’d come on the spot. In his defence, it wasn’t the first time it had happened around her, but…
Jase took the tube that was next to him as he tongue-fucked the woman’s rear, wishing he had remembered to put the lube on his tongue earlier; it didn’t taste bad at all, but more importantly it meant he could have gotten Blake’s back door ready without stopping his mouth. Truth be told he liked eating her ass so much he could have gotten it all slick WITHOUT the lube, but…
All too soon, once Brad had gotten closeups of their tongue action, it was time for the next event – Vance let Blake’s clit linger between his lips for a second or four before moving back, standing and kissing the blonde’s mole before Jase moved over to the front as Blake turned her face towards him, letting him lick the mole as well while the hand with the lube moved behind her, applying it while she kissed the two guards in turn.
“And try not to let the lens stay on our bodies too long this time, okay?” Jase told Brad as he finished making Blake Lively’s asshole penis-ready. “This isn’t a gay porno – it’s ladies first, always.”
“You let one shot go on too long and they never let you forget it,” Brad said to himself, but he focused on Blake’s body anyway as she glided in front of the two guards, being sure to let the lens take in all the angles while she patted and stroked their chests, giving them each some licks in doing so.
“You poor guys,” Blake whispered, her fingers moving down their bodies and taking their manhoods in hand. “Working so hard, getting paid slave wages… let’s see if I can’t give you a little bonus.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:21:19 AM

Her fingers moving lightly over their long hard-ons, she knelt down while slowly undulating her body and “unintentionally” moving her butt towards Brad’s lens. Blake rested on her knees, still gently stroking the guards’ cocks as she came in close, positioned each head toward her lips and opened wide.
Although there was no way they could keep their cocktips from touching inside Blake Lively’s mouth, feeling her tongue rolling along each one as she tasted them cut out any unnerving thoughts. “Mmmm… ummm… mmmmMMMMMMmmmm…” Blake’s lips were taking in as much of their cocks as she could without actually expanding her head, and whenever she let one out to lick its length further she kept a hand busy stroking the other, just enough to excite but not enough to leave her face covered with cream. In any case, most of the time she had them both in her, the heads rubbing on her tongue and her lips leaving no part unkissed, with the fingers giving Jase’s and Vance’s shafts and sacs equal time.
“How long…” Jase moaned.
“Since I was 16,” Blake paused long enough to say. “First time two guys ever came in my mouth – not happening today.” She knew from experience, and the way the cockheads were starting to let out precum, that if she didn’t stop now it would. Not only would it ruin the film, but she really wanted them up her to finish the job. Releasing each guard’s hefty rod, she licked each one from stem to stern for the cameras before turning to face Brad, arching her back upwards.
Vance and Jase aimed their heavy cocks at the lady’s holes. Both were instinctively pointed towards Blake’s asshole, but the blonde looked behind her and shook her head while looking at Vance.
“Sorry, you had your go in my back door this morning – it’s Jase’s turn. You get the slit.”
“No prob – your body’s made of win anyway,” Vance smiled, as he and Jase highfived each other with their free hands – the other ones fondling Blake’s sides – and thrust.
“WHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” both guards and the prisoner howled, Blake because of both massive cocks pumping into her, the guards because of how great the respective slots they were in felt – as Jase moved his prick deep inside Blake’s snug, oiled asshole, feeling the inner walls squeezing it and making the cum start to drip out almost at once, he mentally ran through the list of things he wouldn’t do for another chance to fuck this girl. It didn’t take him long. His pounding away at Blake was being matched stroke for stroke by Vance, who was torn between being jealous of Jase and being thrilled at how hot and soaking her snatch was; the prick slid in and out between her plump pussy lips, each thrust going deeper and deeper, and the guard hoping that he’d be able to pull out in time – he didn’t want to leave something to remember her by.
Blake ground her hips against the two guards, screaming her head off because they felt so freaking good up her – the cell was so remote that no one was around to hear them, another reason they all liked filming here. This was something she’d missed ever since she’d been stuck in here, and that was why she wanted it as many ways and from as many as she could. And given what day it was… “BRAD!” she yelled to the camera guy. “GET OVER HERE!”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:23:06 AM

“Huh?”
“I WANT THAT MEAT IN MY MOUTH!” she shouted. “I’M NOT A LEAFEATER!”
“But what about the money shot—“ Brad started in disbelief, seeing his colleagues thrusting ever harder and going so far inside he could almost hear their balls slapping against her.
“YOU WANT IT AND I WANT IT!”
She was right… still holding the camera, Brad headed over to Blake; the blonde had his zipper down in record time, and his throbbing erection out in her hand within seconds. With no time to lose, Blake Lively swallowed Brad’s cock, sucking it as if she hadn’t had it in weeks and stroking the guard’s aching sacs. The viewpoint in the lens was shaking somewhat as he took it all in, amazed at how Blake was slurping so much of his rod that her lips were virtually brushing his pubes. She licked and tasted him, working him like she was a Hoover.

Blake couldn’t really give vent to the orgasms rushing through her body as she jacked and thrashed between the guards, but Brad screamed loud enough for all of them as his cock exploded in her mouth, sending the streams of creamy cum down her throat in more time than the last time he’d been invited – but not by much.  Swallowing it all, Blake allowed herself to howl in turn as Jase’s cock shot its own payload into her rear, flooding her asshole as the guard physically forced himself to pull out.
Brad, to his credit, managed to get control of himself to catch Vance jerk back out of her snatch and send several showers of lovejuice onto Blake’s soft buns before the blonde sank onto the cell floor, still vibrating and gasping. The three studied the supine prisoner as she lay face down, all three eyeing her perfect body as Brad let the camera pan down her form and back up as she turned herself over, smiling up at them with her legs spread and correctly expecting Brad to get a close-up of what was down there before returning to her face.
“That’s a wrap,” she whispered. And meant it.
* * * * * * * * * *
"So how long you in for?" Taylor Momsen asked as she finished her cigarette.
"Too long," Olivia Wilde replied, pointedly ignoring the presence of the guard stationed by their cell ostensibly to see there was no funny business - but apparently to just see everything. Even though Taylor had only just transferred to Remy Hadley from the Carly Spencer Institute for Young Offenders when she'd been deemed too much trouble, she seemed a lot more relaxed to the place's.... um... open plan.
"Why? What'd you do? Or lemme guess - you 'didn't' do it."
"Murder," the beautiful faux-brunette replied bitterly, knowing that Scarlett the Harlot was eyeing her and trying to pretend she didn't mind.
"Lighten up," Taylor whispered into the older woman's ear as her fingers brushed through the tresses. "Johansson's one of the good ones around here. Just lucky it ain’t Cate the Straight.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 04:30:36 AM

Olivia looked down at the floor; with so many windows and bars to let people see everything it was surprising the ceilings and floors weren’t made of shatterproof glass. Still, she had to admit Taylor was right – Scarlett was one of the better guards around here, and one of the few who occasionally let women finish off their loving in private instead of hanging around and watching them come. She’d even had the decency to look disgusted the time she’d caught Brad standing outside Olivia’s cell, his cock poking through the space while she gave it the treatment with her lips. “Oh, c’mon,” he’d said on seeing Scarlett’s face, “she likes it!”
It was true – Olivia did like penises somewhat more than the other option, but Remy Hadley had a lot more of the latter than the former. It hadn’t helped her initially that a lot of the owners of the latter liked her sky-blue eyes and lean body; her former cellmate Kirsten Prout had been the first to ask her, a little hesistantly, if she wanted some company to get her through the night.
To Olivia’s surprise, she found she did.
It was amazing how fondly she remembered Kirsten’s body pumping away under hers – and how much she’d missed her when she’d been transferred to a lighter security facility to finish her sentence. Kirsten was a good girl – unlike Taylor here, who’d been transferred HERE after she’d caused no end of trouble at her old place, although apparently things hadn’t gone too far until she’d come on to her own cellmate. It seemed that Fearne Cotton, though very receptive, had family in high places who didn’t like the idea of their Fearnie getting fucked by women.
Until Taylor could reunite with her Fearne on the outside, she could make friends with Olivia here; she kept gently stroking the woman’s head, seeing a slow smile come to her face.
“How long are you here for?” Olivia asked the young blonde, slowly starting to move her fingers down the exposed skin of her body, of which there was rather a lot as she was only wearing panties. Which was still more than Olivia had on.
“For as long as you want me here,” Taylor replied huskily.
“That’s not what I—“
“Shhhh,” the blonde told her, and kissed Olivia gently. The faux-brunette’s tongue paused just a second  before slipping her tongue into Taylor’s mouth.
“Sorry I can’t join in,” Scarlett said casually. “I’ll see you both later on – try and wrap it up before Blanchett and Morgan come by. You know how Cate is with skin showing.”
All three women quickly shoved the idea of Piers Morgan leering at them back into the darkest places of their minds as Miss Johansson moved on to check the next few cells. Morgan was bad enough, but Cate…
“One time Fearne had to do the tannoy at my old place,” Taylor continued while Olivia kissed her neck and cheeks. “The old British stiff upper lip – I was licking her ass and eating her out all the while she was talking and nobody knew. Except the people who let me in, of course… I think they wanted to get me out of there. Or maybe they wanted to see her butt, I don’t know…  wouldn’t mind trying it with you.”

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Taylor rested her hands on Olivia’s chest, with the older woman’s nipples between the index and middle fingers of each hand. “Have to admit you’ve got bigger tits than her, though,” she added as she circled each one, pressing the flesh.
“First time someone ever said that to me,” Olivia laughed as the blonde took one of her nipples between her teeth, not enough to bite but just enough to hold it as she used the tip of her tongue to tease it; she used one hand to continue fondling the remaining breast, while the other slipped down Olivia’s body and between her legs. Taylor glanced down and took in the blonde hairs Olivia had below, and smiled into her chest.
“Hey, we’re two of a kind!”
“Too much trouble to dye there,” Olivia admitted, returning the smile on feeling Taylor’s digits stroking her silky blonde carpet.
“Even more for me,” the other blonde agreed, shedding her underwear and throwing it onto the pile of their clothes in the corner while letting Olivia see her own thatch. The latter’s fingers automatically headed towards it, but Taylor gently tapped them away before kneeling forward, resting her head on Olivia’s lap. Her eyes gave the woman’s box a look, and Olivia readied herself for the girl’s tongue tasting her pussy, as usually happened around this time.
Taylor’s tongue came out – and touched the inside of Olivia’s right thigh. “These legs need some lovin’, looks like,” she said more to herself than Olivia, before kissing the thigh while caressing the outside of it. Her lips moved slowly all along it, and her body curled up close along the leg, practically rubbing herself on Olivia’s stem. Taylor began to lick the length, her fingers floating down the back and touching the inside behind the knee while purring like a cat.
Olivia had her eyes on Taylor’s legs – if no one gave those pins the treatment, something was very wrong in this place. And she was enjoying the girl’s hot, soft mouth sliding down her right leg and onto her foot, and feeling Taylor cradling the foot in her hands before kissing it from one end to the other and slowly sucking each toe… Olivia’s cunt was almost crying for some attention from this girl, but in the absence of that her own fingers would have to do.
As Olivia reclined on her bunk and moved her hand down to her crotch, her attention was caught by two figures watching them through the bars. Another audience, huh? Oh well.
At least it was one she could live with. Scarlett had returned, but… hey, there was that guy Brad with her as well. Maybe he was on duty in place of Piers Morgan? They could all use a lucky break.
Scarlett, eyeing Olivia unshakingly, unzipped her shirt and opened it up. Olivia forgot all about Taylor’s mouth at that moment, faced as she was with Scarlett Johansson’s beautiful heavy breasts, the only guard-attached ones that the other guards ever got to play with. Scarlett hefted each round, bouncy milksack in turn, her lips curving up in approval as Olivia sighed, before she sqooshed them against each other and pressed them against her chest for her own pleasure as much as Olivia’s.
As Taylor transferred her lips to the other leg, Scarlett pointed away from her body and down. Olivia followed her finger, and her eyes REALLY lit up at what she was – a penis. An actual large, heavy and

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(understandably, since its owner was in view of two naked women and a third topless one) rock-hard penis, poking right through the bars and pointing right at her. Brad grinned at her as he waved it. Oh, how Olivia wished Taylor wasn’t there right now… she didn’t mind tits but she loved cock. And there was one right in front of her, and nothing she could do about it.
Her groans were mixed with frustration as Scarlett and Brad put their toys away like the teases they were, kissed each other in violation of the laws that forbade relationships between guards, and strolled off. If nothing else, at least Olivia had something to think about as Taylor slid back up her body, resting her hands on her shoulders and her crotch on her mouth.
“You don’t have any huge tattoos like Fearnie does, either,” Taylor smiled as she looked down on the woman. “Oh, Olivia…”
That non-sequitur came because of Olivia’s tongue probing into the girl. This hadn’t been the first cunt she’d eaten around here; she’d welcomed quite a few girls to Remy Hadley, and she would never forget how Janel Parrish had looked on telling her that Olivia Wilde had been the first woman to fuck her – Olivia had actually tried not to break down at that, both for Janel’s good and her own. Taking boys’ virginity was one thing, but girls?
And to have to fuck this girl when there’d been some guy there who knew what he had… the sad thing was, even though both he and Scarlett had been teasing her, she still wouldn’t have minded banging either of them. Scarlett because she both had to (to please the guards) and wanted to; Brad because she wanted to, end of. Still, Olivia thought as she touched Taylor’s back while lapping the girl’s tender crotch, whatever worked. If it helped her get through this place, it would help. And practice helped for whenever she got called by some of the other prisoners. Or guards.
Knowing that you had to at least seem like you were enjoying it, she started to fondle Taylor’s body further and to think about Scarlett. And Kirsten. And some other girls who she at least didn’t mind fucking or being fucked by. Unlike Jaime Pressly.
* * * * * * * * * *
At around 10:40 in the morning, Emma Roberts was having a happy time for four reasons.
One, she wasn’t working this morning. Two, she was among several cons sitting courtside watching the Pressly Pirates (Jaime Pressly, Kristen Stewart, Phoebe Tonkin, Jennette McCurdy and Leighton Meester) take on the Fiery Foxes (Megan Fox, Jennifer Lawrence, Pixie Lott, Brittany Robertson and Nina Agdal) in the morning’s basketball match. Three, her cellmate Nina had just sunk her third basket, increasing the team’s lead and making her and about half the others cheer even louder.
“Does she taste as good as she looks?” Hannah Simone asked.
And four, Emma was something of a hero to many of the inmates of Remy Hadley when word spread that she was the only girl ever to bed Blake Lively (approached though she had been by many of them, the male guards had made it clear they’d be *very* sorry if it went any further). There were a lot of things that weren’t fun to do after repeating them for a while, but retelling how she got to fuck the leggy straight blonde wasn’t one of them.

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“Better,” she replied, watching the action on the court and enjoying seeing twenty breasts bobbing at once, particularly at this point in time Pixie’s as she leapt up and hit away the ball which Jennette had just fired towards the Foxes’ net. She was a forceful little thing, and she let out a little cackle as the ball flew towards the thirty or so ladies watching.
“OW!!!! DAMMIT!”
And scored a direct hit on Felicity Jones’s nose; Jennifer couldn’t resist a little smirk as the English brunette ran off, holding her streaming proboscis and wailing. Teach her to get the last raisin bagel at breakfast…
“OW!!!! DAMMIT!”
She joined the chorus; as a smiling Claire Holt threw the ball back into play, the opposing team’s captain had run behind Jennifer and given her butt a pinch. Like all the other convicts, she avoided her when she could, but out here… too bad she could never say no to the hoops.
Leighton and Brittany both went for it, but a well-placed elbow from the con everyone called Gossip Girl because she never, ever shut up about anything sent Brittany landing on the concrete, and now Leighton was flying down the court as Pixie and Nina tried to get her; she shot and she scored.
“WHOOOO!!!! “ Jaime crowed. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking ‘bout!”
“TIME OUT! Just gotta keep it together ten more minutes, guys,” Megan told her teammates after they’d huddled. “We’re still four points clear…”
“Yeah, and at least the referee isn’t in her pants this time,” Nina muttered.
“Hey, pastyface!”
“For fuck’s sake,” Brittany said as the players faced off. Kristen Stewart may have had a nicer body than the pictures of her on trial for murder suggested, but her endless needling of Jennifer was getting to them. Keeping her from the ball was one thing, but throughout the game Kristen had delivered a never-ending stream of cracks to try and throw Jennifer off, from discussing her “thunder thighs” to saying English stereotypes about redheads being subnormal were correct.
“Look in a mirror sometime, Miss Misery!” Pixie shouted back as she got the ball.
“It’s okay,” Jennifer said under her breath as Jaime waded in, grabbing Pixie’s chest and giving it a rub. It didn’t shake the blonde. Much.
“We win this game we all get to fuck Fatass, right?” Kristen said to Jaime.
“Come on, ease up,” Phoebe suggested as Pixie rapidly passed it to a slowly seething Miss Lawrence.
“No, I mean look at it – wobbling all over the place; she probably robbed her bank for lipo…”
Jennifer cannoned past Jennette to sink the ball. Six points up, eight minutes to go.
“Well played, Cutie McCute,” Miss McCurdy - opposing player though she was, she knew a deserving play when she saw one - said with a wink.

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“Don’t tell her what she wants to hear – 800 grand isn’t enough for all that jelly on her legs,” Kristen sneered as she fought for the ball.
Jennifer grabbed it again. “At least I didn’t kill seven cheerleaders.”
“Ah, they had it coming. What did you want to do with the money, anyway, stock up on Clairol and Cheez Whiz?”
The beautiful redhead threw the ball aside, all eyes on Kristen – she didn’t mind being called fat, but... “Tell me I stole that money. One. More. Time.”
“You stole it,” Kristen smirked. “And I hear you aren’t that good in bed either… I know those guards like you, but—“
“She ain’t worth it!” Pixie yelled, grabbing Jennifer’s right fist before it could hit.
“Cellulite butts stick together, huh?”
It was at that moment that Kristen’s face discovered Pixie’s left fist worked just as well as her right; “I have got a GORGEOUS bum!” the English blonde shouted as her bloodied hand finished the journey from punching Miss Stewart.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Hannah told Emma in the crowd, who nodded.
“And I’m gonna love kicking it, dick-breath!” Kristen spat.
“Just jealous ‘cause no one wants to fuck someone who looks like a vampire…” Brittany sniggered, and took the full force of the basketball Phoebe threw right on her chest.
“NO ONE CALLS MY GIRL A VAMPIRE!” the Australian yelled as Brittany hit the concrete again, getting more dust on her ass; Phoebe joined her down there a second later as an enraged Nina knocked her flat, and before long both teams were scrapping as the ball was bounced around among the fighting, sending players tumbling down to be kicked as the onlookers continued to cheer for their teams, Elizabeth Gillies (grand theft auto) screaming for Jaime to rip Nina’s head off, Milla Jovovich (manslaughter) actually breaking into a victory dance on seeing Pixie send Leighton flying.
Jennifer, meanwhile, had drawn the short straw – she was grappling with Jaime Pressly in the midst of it all; part of her wanted to yank Jaime’s hands off and run away, but the other part couldn’t let her teammates down. Although the fact that Jaime was raining blows on her while somehow managing to feel her up at the same time wasn’t helping; Jennifer fought back, but Jaime had years of experience on her side, and was wrenching her down to the concrete despite the girl’s struggles and about to put a knee on her back to take it further, the hell with whoever was watching…
“ALL RIGHT, ENOUGH!”
“Move it, Tats. I’m busy,” Jaime sneered at Megan, who with the referee had finally managed to separate most of the bruised, scratched and cursing combatants. The brunette did not look inclined to move it – not only would they likely all lose privileges when Warden Winslet found out, but the game was going to be forfeited because of Rod, as everyone called Kristen Stewart behind her back (and when they were particularly pissed off to her face).

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“It’s over, Jaime; let her go.”
“Why should I? You wanna play with this sweet li’l thing too? Anyway, I got a score to settle with her from last time…”
“We beat you fair and square!” Jennifer grunted into the ground.
“Sure you did,” Jaime cackled, patting the girl’s ass. The cackle turned into a yell as Jennifer kicked upwards, getting her in the small of her back.
“You are SO paying for that—“
“NOT HERE, AND NOT NOW!” Megan shouted. “You got something to get out of your system, you deal with me. Not my girls – ME.”
Jaime’s eyes went colder than normal as she glared at Megan, before letting Jennifer go and rising. “This ain’t over,” she said quietly before raising her voice. “All you bitches off the court; let’s leave the losers…”
“Or vice versa,” Emma muttered.
“Thanks,” Jennifer said to Megan as the other team and their supporters made tracks, brushing herself off.
“Not a problem,” the captain told her.
“You and her are in the machine shop, right? I think I’ve seen her in there sometimes.”
“Got it in one,” Megan said as they joined the others. “Better stay out of there today – it’s gonna be rough, knowing her.”
“How’d you guys put up with her?” Jennifer asked, eyeing Emma giving them the thumbs up and returning the gesture.
“Tell you about it at lunch.”
“Good thing it’s not at dinner…  I’ve got to get up cleaned up. Got an appointment .”
“With the doctor?” asked Megan.
“With the guards, just before the shift changes.”
Megan nodded; she’d been filmed with them as well.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was high noon, and time to eat; Roselyn Sanchez was talking airily with Hayden Panettiere over their… whatever that stuff was… as they counted down the minutes to visiting time.
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other, Blake because Emma was just waiting to talk about how she’d fucked her, Emma because Blake might just decorate her face with the ketchup or something.
Olivia Wilde was munching with Leighton Meester and Taylor Momsen, trying not to notice Miss Meester’s hand fondling her thigh under the table and whispering sweet nothings.
And Jennifer Lawrence had just pissed off the Misses Roberts and Lively by taking the only available free seat when Megan Fox had seen her approaching with her tray.
“Hey, teammate!” Megan called, waving her over.
“Ooh, she’s nice,” Shay Mitchell smiled as Jennifer approached.
“And UNLIKE you, she’s single,” Grace Park laughed. “At least I haven’t seen her with anyone.”
“I told you, me and Emma have an understanding…”
“Always the quiet ones, ain’t it? Good game this morning, Jenny,” Megan said.
“Be better if we’d won,” the girl replied as she sat down.
“I hear you were filming with Jase and Vance and… whatshisname,” Shay said in between bites. “The poor guy still thinks he can show me what I’m ‘missing’.”
“Can’t have been in the ass,” Grace added. “You weren’t walking funny.”
“Oh, they wanted it. And *I* wanted it,” Jennifer confirmed. “But they had to clock out.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” Megan assured her. “Wait a minute, where the fuck are my damn manners? Jennifer, this is—“
“I know who you guys are,” the redhead interrupted. “We all know about the San Francisco Eight. Anyway, Jennifer Lawrence,” she continued, shaking Grace’s and Shay’s hands. “Nice to meet your friends at last.”
“Yeah, you’d think we’d have met up before now in a place like this,” Miss Park replied.
“Well, it IS a pretty big prison. Do YOU know everyone?” Megan pointed out.
“But what brought you here?” Shay asked.
Jennifer’s chirpy demeanour vanished. “I was set up,” she sighed. “I know, you’re thinking they all say that…”
“Except Kristen ‘I killed them, and I’d do again, and I hope they burn in hell!’ Stewart,” Grace said ruefully. She liked cheerleaders; if it had been golfers it would have been one thing, but killing cheerleaders? Freak.
“I used to work in real estate, and someone transferred a whole load of money from R.M. Housing  into my account – that’s where I worked. They put stuff from some other banks in there as well, even after I reported it to my bank.”

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“And they thought you did it? How are you with computers?” Megan asked.
“Beyond the basics, I suck,” Jennifer replied. “But everyone thought I knew enough to siphon the cash off… I think someone at R.M.—“
“Short for Rhona Mitra?” Shay suggested.
“Who? No, R’s your girl Roselyn Sanchez and M is Monica Bellucci.” The smile returned to her face and her eyes became dreamy.
“Hot for boss, are you?” Grace asked, ignoring the spluttering from the next table as Olivia Wilde’s food went down the wrong way.
“Roselyn wasn’t, at least I don’t think she was. Anyway, whoever it was got access to my computer and covered up so well I couldn’t prove it wasn’t me - so now I’m stuck in this holiday camp from hell for seven years.”
“That happens a lot around Roselyn, doesn’t it?” Megan mused. “We got involved with her and hung out to dry as well…”
“You think she did it?” Jennifer asked.
“No,” Shay admitted. “But we don’t think you did either.”
“If you were so good you could steal all that money online, why would you go and put it in your OWN account?” Grace queried. “You’d want to hide it somewhere.”
“Or set up some kind of account under another name,” Megan added.
“Too bad whoever did this dumped all that on me,” the redhead muttered. “But who’s this Rhona Mitra you keep talking about?”
“She’s the reason we’re all here tonight,” Shay said.
“It’s the afternoon,” Jennifer pointed out.
“We all had a meeting the first night we were here,” Megan explained. “Roselyn ‘toasted’ her that way; ‘Here’s to Rhona, to the reason we’re all here tonight,’ and it stuck.”
“R.M… Rhona Mitra… this could be the start of a beautiful relationship,” Grace smiled, shaking Jennifer’s hand while her other hand under the table rested on the girl’s leg.
“Could be,” Jennifer said, forgetting her trouble for a moment and smiling as Grace’s fingers stroked her thigh.
* * * * * * * * *
Brad was half-right; the guards at Remy Hadley WERE allowed to be in the same room as the prisoners when their visitors were out in the open. In private, however, was a different matter.
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guard watching it on the other side. Since most of the prisoners in there just wanted some time to themselves, most of the time they didn’t get anything more innocent than quiet conversation.
The prisoners in three of those rooms were Roselyn Sanchez, Blake Lively and Hayden Panettiere, so quiet conversation was not on the cards…
Cate Blanchett kept her eyes on the screen covering Blake’s room, wondering if a week would ever go by when this slut wouldn’t have a visitor… maybe when she was 74, but with her luck probably not. At least the screen was occupied at the moment by a young man who had Blake on the floor, his naked self pumping away on top of her while they were both almost certainly saying lustful things to each other (Remy Hadley allowed for vision and sound while watching, but only the most high-risk prisoners had their PRIVATE visits listened in to; and even the trial had determined that Blake Lively, vaginally and anally social though she was, had never physically hurt anyone directly). Rumour had it that Blake had not only invited those misguided people who’d fallen in “love” with her to visit, but actually had a schedule for them to come.
“Whore,” Cate the Straight muttered as she visualised what was on the other side of those not exactly smooth but nicely filled buttocks which Blake’s hands were all over… it would probably be inside Blake’s mouth before long and she’d have to sit there and watch it. Jealous? Damn right she was jealous. And sickened; women who got everything they wanted because of their looks had never sat well with Cate.
The couple rolled over, and Cate’s teeth ground together as Blake was on top now, her shampoo-commercial hair waving back and forth (and how the FUCK did she get it to stay that good behind bars? Was she that friendly with the guards?... Actually, yes) while she punched the air as she rode the boy’s baloney pony. And he WAS a boy – he looked like he was about 16 or something. The guard shook her head as she saw his face beaming underneath the thrusting of the prisoner, her body draining him of his lovejuice as she rubbed herself, fondling her breasts for his pleasure. And her own, Cate was betting.
She’d watched plenty of things like this in her last gig, but that had been a men’s prison. And if she had been watching two men, which was not uncommon at her last place, Cate Blanchett would not have complained. At all. But being stuck here in this… this cesspool of women who all seemed to have the hots for each other… and it was her job to look at them, thanks to all those windows and things she could see through. Okay, it helped if they were doing something illegal, but it was something illegal that got them here in the first place.
That was one reason she had earned her nickname; another was in the wake of the only prisoner who had ever come on to her. Officially she’d taken a bad fall, but everyone in the prison population knew Cate Blanchett was the real reason Summer Glau would never walk properly again; it was a miracle that she could even walk (or breathe) after what Cate had done to her. Normally she tried to keep the convicts from killing one another, but if someone went after Blake Lively… well, those things happened from time to time.
The thought of a bunch of women giving Blake what she deserved finally had Cate smiling as much as that boy she was with.
* * * * * * * * * *

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Ironically, Cate and Blake were on the same page in terms of women fucking women – but at least Blake contented herself with dirty looks and in the case of that little girl who liked breaking into things naked the odd slap across the face; beating people to within an inch of their lives were not her style. Except with consenting males, obviously.
This kid was clearly not the kind who was into pain; back on top of her now he was pumping against her as if he was trying to sink inside her and stay there forever, all the while going on about how much he loved her. Clutching him close to her body, Blake let the stuff she’d heard a million times over and over go through her, telling him that she wanted him as well. Just as she’d told all the other men she’d invited out of all the lovestruck, deluded males who’d written to her in the wake of the media coverage (it wasn’t every day a gang made up entirely of hot women was on trial, even in America).
“Pete…” Blake moaned as she rolled over again (and as Cate glowered at getting ANOTHER shot of her bare ass).
“Mmm?”
“Was I as good as the last time?”
“Oh baby, you could never let me down…” the boy sighed, mentally highfiving himself at the idea that this goddess needed him. “Did your friend get out?”
“Right on time…” the blonde panted.
“I got that thing for her… any friend of yours…”
Blake Lively had been born an expert in feigning ecstasy, but the smile that broke out on her face was the real deal.
* * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile…
Troian wished she could make it up here every week. She wished it could be every DAY, the better to get her out of the city and reduce her exposure to Ashley Benson’s face being plastered over every single bus in San Francisco.
She had already done something about exposure to Ashley Benson in general on her very first day back at Channel 7 – by resigning, and in one of the few pieces of good luck she’d had since this whole thing started managing to move over to Channel 5. Her salary was a bit less than what she’d been getting at 7, but no one there was as much of a prima donna as Ashley – and even though one of the upshots of the trial was that she and Hayden were now public knowledge, few of them gave her any grief over her sticking by her girl’s side.
Ushered into the room as she had been every time she trekked up to Remy Hadley, and glad that there hadn’t been a repeat of the only time she and Hayden’s parents had arrived simultaneously, the long journey from the city was made worth it by her girl’s face lighting up, instantly making Troian forget the buses promoting Channel 7 Evening News With Ashley Benson (the slime actually

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had her name in the damn title now?!). The second the door shut behind them, Hayden leaped up and kissed Troian, her hands clutching her lover’s tresses.
“It’s only been two weeks!” Troian laughed.
“It’s always too long,” Hayden replied, kissing her again.  She had been on the verge of insanity when she heard that Troian had been hospitalized by Ashley – something that, along with anything else that might have made the little tramp look bad, hadn’t come out at the trial – and the way Troian’s face had fallen when Hayden had admitted she’d liked how Jaime had fucked her hurt, if anything, even more.  Every night she was thankful that her lover hadn’t abandoned her after that; the first time they’d met up it had been a little… mechanical, as if neither of them had had their hearts in it.
The next time, it was more organic – Troian had realised that Jaime had come on to her, not vice versa; and Hayden had realised that as good as Jaime had been, she still wasn’t Troian. The time after that had been the first time Troian had brought her toy, which she had waiting for her on the desk as the two rapidly undressed.
“Enjoying this, peeps?” the ex-reporter called in the general direction of the cameras.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Troian asked, throwing her clothes onto the ground and reaching for the device.
“Oh, you get used to it,” Hayden replied. “Plus I like rubbing it in their faces – just showing some of them what they’ll never have…” She winked as she finished disrobing, and opened her arms to her brunette girlfriend.
(Vance nodded dolefully; not for the first time, he was deeply jealous of the female guards.)
With the business end of the strap-on embedded inside her flooded cunt, Troian sank into Hayden’s embrace, cradling the blonde as she tasted her nipples and let out a contented sigh on feeling the brunette’s hands on her body. No one in the prison population, guard or convict alike, could touch her like Troian, although some of her “pals” in the gang – Hayden had long since given up trying to persuade most of them that she wasn’t a member – had come close.  The blonde ran a finger along the length of the strap-on, pushing it inside Troian as the brunette’s hands cupped her cheeks; both women moaned with delight as each lover’s finger explored the other’s differing orifice.
Hayden wished that it was Troian’s tongue instead of a finger going inside her asshole, but they had things to do. Pulling her finger out of the brunette’s snatch, she licked it off and then sucked on it a little, just to get all the flavour off it; Troian undid the strapon with one hand – the other one was still fondling the ex-reporter’s bubble butt – and took it out, turned it around, and inserted it back in so that the freshly-flavoured end was sticking out. Like a penis, only bigger and guaranteed never to go all floppy.
Smiling, Troian put her hands on Hayden’s shoulders, stroking them as the blonde sank to her knees. Vance gritted his teeth in jealousy as Hayden, fondling Troian’s ass all the while, started to suck her “cock” – he, Jase and Brad all had an unwritten agreement that they only fucked the girls who didn’t have a problem with man-meat;  oh, they could have had so much fun with her in Alyssa’s Place. If only he hadn’t seen her frolicking with Kim Cattrall and eyeing Gemma Arterton the way she had never eyed any of them. And now there she was, eyeing him from time to time as if she KNEW it was killing him.

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Even though Troian couldn’t get all the benefits of this particular blowjob, Hayden’s fingers exploring her tight cheeks and soft little rear entrance more than made up for it – and when her girlfriend got the strap-on far inside her mouth that the tip of her tongue could actually brush along where the device entered her cunt, that was a miracle.
“Want this, baby?” she breathed.
Hayden answered by pulling back, her enthusiastic swallowing having cleaned it off almost at once. She stood up and moved back to lie on the table, perky rack almost aimed at the guards and her open legs aimed at Troian, and made the “come on” sign with her hands.
Vance was glad that he finally got a clear look at Troian Bellisario’s buns as she went for the supine blonde, mounting her and kissing her; the kisses were broken by the loud howl of delight from Hayden as that thing her girlfriend had on sank into her box. She clutched the brunette as her lover began to pump on top of her, thrusting in and out and back and forth, grinding on her as if they’d never see each other again.
The two women passionately rolled off the table and onto the carpeted floor (Remy Hadley was very considerate in some respects), Hayden still underneath and Troian still on top, watching as the blonde pixie thrashed away under her. She screamed her girlfriend’s name to the ceiling as the device triggered from Troian’s grinding, pumping the artificial juice into her. They’d only had time to do it missionary style, but that’s all they needed.
Hayden grabbed Troian’s hands as the brunette started to slow down, shaking. She pulled her down to lie on top of her again, and the two went onto their sides, embracing. Neither of them wanted visiting time to be over, but time was never on their side.
“Stay with me,” Hayden whispered.
“You know I can’t,” Troian replied, kissing her. “Not yet. It won’t be long though.”
“This…” the blonde said, touching her girlfriend’s device. “First night out this comes right back up you.”
“You mean right back at you.”
“You know what I mean,” Hayden laughed, giving Troian another kiss. “You with me?”
“To hell and back,” the brunette answered, before the two kissed for the last time. “All the way to hell and back.”
* * * * * * * * * *
In the next room, Roselyn Sanchez burrowed her tongue inside Alicia Keys’ mouth, thanking all the deities for having someone like her in her life.

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Apart from Zoe and some of the guards, the only other woman she’d had sex with in Remy Hadley was Rachel. Roselyn had taken care of con Rachel Bilson, keeping her away from one of the rougher girls – and turning down Rachel when the grateful girl had offered to be hers for the duration (“I’ve already got someone,” she’d told her); she’d even kept an eye out when Rachel and Alex, one of the newer guards, had developed a little relationship.
But as often as Rachel had offered her body to Roselyn, and as sometimes as she had taken up the offer, she prided herself on how she had never once tasted the girl’s snatch – Roselyn had seen the look in Alex’s eyes when he passed Rachel at work in the prison laundry, and she didn’t want to take her from him. (Rachel had gone down on HER, of course, but it wasn’t like both she and Alex had the same things down there.)
Alicia knew about Rachel and Roselyn, but she also knew that Roselyn’s hands were exploring her with a passion that showed she hadn’t gotten what she really wanted from anyone in here. Opening her shirt, Alicia thrust Roselyn’s head onto the exposed breasts and felt the prisoner’s mouth clamping onto one of them, the tongue sliding around the nipple before Roselyn began to suck and kiss it, the hand that wasn’t fondling the other greedily thrusting into Alicia’s pants. She spread her fingers into her babymama’s plush, soaking pussy, the tips slipping between Alicia’s cuntlips as her mouth enjoyed the milksacks.
“Hey, save some for Joshua…!” Alicia laughed, pretending she was concerned.
“Ah, there’s plenty here,” Roselyn said in between kisses as she used the other hand to push Alicia’s breasts a little closer together, licking them both. Alicia’s concern was going from her milk to between her thighs, anyway, as Roselyn’s fingers ran through her tunnel of love; she’d used her hands a lot these past six months, but nothing beat the externals…
Ironically, though Roselyn and Alicia were doing the least of the three couples they were making the most noise; Kim Cattrall, the guard who’d accompanied Alicia once she arrived, was no stranger to overhearing couples in the throes of passion - but she had rarely been lefting holding the baby as much as this case. Literally.
Joshua, though a good little boy, couldn’t keep from playing with her badge as she sat with him on his lap, her eyes focused more on the door from behind which the “Oh yes, yes, YES!!!” “You’re making me so wet, Popi!” and so on came. (Kim was wishing they’d hurry up – she didn’t mind having babes on her lap, but they had to be naked and 17 at the very least. Being toilet-trained was an optional extra IF they were hot enough.) Her concentration, despite the badge-playing, was only broken when she felt a tiny hand grab her left breast and tweak it. Starting early, apparently.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” she said wryly, removing Joshua’s hand.  Once it was away from her body she instinctively reached to her left pants pocket – before she remembered. No smoking in the visitors’ section.
Yet again, she wished Alicia Keys had left the tot with relatives like she usually did – why did she have to bring Joshua along today? At least he wasn’t leaving her any body-waste souvenirs…
Kim’s ears pricked up. There was nothing coming out of that room now; that could only mean one thing. An instant later, a glowing and grinning Alicia, her shirt not quite buttoned, stepped out.

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“Thanks for watching Joshua for me,” she smiled as she lifted the boy away from Kim. “I didn’t want him in there while I was… you know.”
“Not a problem!” Kim lied, relieved to have Joshua back in his mother’s arms thanks to the guard having no maternal instincts whatsoever.
Alicia rejoined Roselyn, the latter’s eyes focused right on her son; this was the first time she had seen him since she’d been here. Alicia had sent her pictures galore, but until now having him closeup had been a no-no – not because of Alicia, but because of Roselyn.
As she scooped her beloved son into her arms, she was glad she had waited.
“He must’ve known today’s a special day,” Alicia told her. “Just before we left he said his first word.”
Roselyn gaped, and her eyes lit up. “Ahhh! He DID? What was it?”
Alicia looked a little embarrassed. “It was… um…”
“Oh come on, it can’t have been that bad.”
“It was… ‘boobs.’”
Roselyn laughed. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, my little man,” she said merrily, dandling Joshua.
Mother and son coo-cooed and gurgled, as Roselyn cradled him to her chest and gazed at Alicia tenderly before looking back down at the child; she had not wanted to see him until now because of her promise. She’d promised herself – and made Alicia promise – that Joshua would only get to see her in prison once.
Because the next time after that, she’d be free.
* * * * * * * * * *
Such was the progressive nature of Remy Hadley that it even had a pair of treadmills, which Blake Lively and Jennifer Lawrence were currently on. Kristen Stewart, for her part, was busy with the weights – she could heft a lot for someone so slim.
Also punching above her weight, as it were, was Sarah Shahi on the bench next to her. The little dark-haired beauty and habitual thief, drug dealer and killer had arrived in Remy Hadley last week, and had quickly ingratiated herself with most of the ladies in her block. Not least Kristen.
 “Too bad about the game,” Sarah told her gym-mate as she shoved the bar up, seeing the guard eyeing how her arms were accentuating her breasts when he wasn’t studying Blake and Jennifer running in place, asses twitching in their shorts.
“You saw it?” Kristen asked.
“Nah, I had other things to do. Had to get used to this place.”
“How come you got transferred? Too hot to handle?”

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“Me? I’m a pussycat,” Sarah replied, watching the blonde and the redhead, boobs bouncing in perfect harmony.
“Fatass there is palling around with Leggy’s friends,” Kristen said bitterly. “I saw them chatting at lunch.”
“The San Fran Eight? Is that a fact,” said the dusky woman, watching Blake with renewed interest.
* * * * * * * * *
For some reason, Remy Hadley’s tool shop always sounded like someone was drilling something. The high, piercing whine of a drill was never absent for very long. The shop was perhaps the busiest place in the prison that didn’t involve food or the occasional bout of fresh air. In fact, the place ran hot, no doubt from the machinery, and most of the prisoners worked in their tank tops and pants - though occasionally one or two would opt for less than that.
This all suited Greg Sarge just fine. A harried man in his early 30s, Greg was the officer in charge of the machine shop, and there was nothing he liked more than seeing the prisoners under his care wearing less and less clothing. Married, with three kids between the ages of 7 and 1, Greg was the classic example of a man who missed his golden years. In college, Greg had been able to land girls with impunity, and had actually engaged in no less than three separate three-ways before he graduated, all with him as the only male, and one with the woman who would be his wife - though he hadn’t been dating her at the time.
Now, Greg’s wife essentially ignored his sexual needs. It had literally been 21 months and nine days since Greg had last felt pussy wrapped around his manhood, and that had resulted in the birth of his third daughter - which wasn’t good, since Greg’s wife had always insisted she only wanted one child. He’d offered to get a vasectomy, but his wife didn’t want to sleep with “half a man,” as she put it. So instead, Greg was left with no company but his hand and his wife was apparently satisfied with just going to sleep.
But Greg loved his wife. Dearly. She was his soul mate, and he would never cheat on her. And so, when he landed a job at the notoriously slutty Remy Hadley prison, two children ago, Greg had promised his wife he’d never, ever, EVER have sex with any of the prisoners. And for the last 5 years, he’d held that promise, despite some truly gorgeous women propositioning him - and some not-so-gorgeous ones threatening him. Every other guard in the place thought he was a fool, but Greg Sarge had remained faithful to his wife.
Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t look. And that’s exactly what he did. Every chance he got.
“Greg, where’s the three-and-a-quarter inch drill?” young Jane Levy asked walking up to Sarge in just her prison pants and a tank-top that was easily a size too small for the already tiny girl. Her 22-year-old tits - no bra helping to keep them perky here - were stretching the thin cotton fabric nicely, and once more, Greg debated asking for the air conditioning to be pumped up in the show - except then the girls would have no reason to be walking around wearing so little.
“I think Michelle had it last, over by that table she was working on,” Greg said, his eyes blatantly on Jane’s cleavage. If the girl minded, it didn’t show, and she thanked him before heading across the

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shop. Greg’s eyes weren’t the only ones following the short redhead as she wiggled her shapely behind with every step. It was quite clear Jaime Pressly had more than a bit of desire for the young girl, and she visibly licked her lips as Jane walked past where Jaime was sanding a freshly adjusted chair for the cafeteria. Jane frowned and moved a little quicker.
Greg would have to watch out for that pair - Jaime couldn’t be counted on to not just try and rape the girl right there in the shop with everyone watching. And Greg was so horny, he’d be tempted to let the murderous bank robber have her way with the redhead until he at least got off from watching.
Suddenly, Greg’s view was blocked by an impressive set of tits wrapped in a tank top that was so tight, it might as well have been see-through, for two very erect nipples were pointing out towards him. Greg openly stared at them for a moment before glancing up, not at all surprised to find Megan Fox looking down at him, expectantly.
“Well?” she asked.
“I can’t,” Greg said. “It could cost me my job.”
“Only if they find out,” Megan said softly. “And you and I both know they won’t.”
“Megan, I just can’t-”
“It’s okay, Greg,” Megan said, leaning over, showing off more of her oh-so-distracting cleavage. God, why couldn’t Greg’s wife have tits like those? Even if only for a night. They looked so juicy, so bouncy, so fun!
“Greg?” Megan asked again, breaking into his reverie.
“Yes?”
“What’s it going to take?” Megan asked. “I know you think I’m hot - if you want, I’m more than happy to go into the storage room with you. And I won’t even bargain with you - I’ll offer up all three holes.”
Greg whimpered. It’d been so long since he’d had a blowjob, and he’d NEVER actually fucked an ass with anything but his finger.
“I can’t, Megan. I love my wife.”
“She doesn’t have to know.”
“I can’t - I swore I’d never fuck a prisoner, and I won’t break that vow.”
Megan actually smiled at that. It wasn’t often she found a guy willing to keep vows instead of getting into her pants. It was refreshing.
“Well, there must be SOME way for me to convince you. What about a handy?”
“Not even a handy.”

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Megan thought for a moment. “What if I just got naked, and you handled your own business?”
Greg considered that. His wife had walked in on him masturbating a number of times, especially in the last year, and hadn’t seemed at all concerned - though never turned on enough to join in. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t had shower duties while at RH, seeing all the various girls naked and dripping wet. He’d certainly added those images to his personal spank bank and used them from time to time.
Megan could see him waffling and decided to up the ante a little. “What if I let you watch me do another prisoner?” she offered.
“W-what?” Greg asked. Despite having been involved in threesomes personally, Greg still found the sight of two women having sex as the single most erotic thing in the world. Just the thought of Megan going down on another woman was enough to tent his uniform pants. If he’d been standing up, Megan would’ve known he had him there and then.
“Okay, you’ve got a deal - BUT I get to pick the girl.”
“Okay,” Megan said, cursing inside. She’d hoped Greg would wait here until Megan could go find Hayden or Emma or Roselyn. Heck, maybe even Blake would’ve submitted if she’d known how important Greg’s help would be to the escape. Now Megan was going to have to seduce-
“Olivia,” Greg said, his voice barely a whisper as he looked across the room at Olivia Wilde. Olivia was wiping sweat from her brow as she fought with a wrench in what appeared to be some kind of pump. The act left a small streak of grease just above her eyebrows, but if the gorgeous prisoner felt it, she didn’t seem to care. To Megan, it only made her that much hotter.
“Let me get this straight - you want me to seduce Olivia there, take her into the storage room, fuck her brains out while you watch and jack off, and then you’ll make sure I can get at the tools I need later?”
 “I’ll even make sure the battery packs are fully charged,” Greg said, his eyes locked on Olivia’s - not that Megan noticed, as her own eyes were focused on the beautiful brunette as she turned around and bent over to grab something in the cupboard behind her. Both Greg and Megan felt their jaws go slack when the thong Olivia wore surfaced from beneath her prison pants.
Megan smiled wolfishly. “You got yourself a deal, Mister.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Olivia Wilde could barely concentrate on making license plates - it was a rather mindless task anyway, one of the reasons it was usually handled by prisoners with nothing better to do. Usually, Olivia let her mind wander, thinking thoughts of freedom, revenge, or sex, her three most-desired wishes in order of importance. But today was different. Today, she wanted nothing more than to get one of the infamous San Fran 8 into a quiet corner, just the two of them alone, where Olivia would demand to know what they knew about Rhona Mitra.
That name had haunted her for months now, and she’d expected to never hear it again now that she was locked here in Remy Hadley for the rest of her life. But she’d just happened to overhear that

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legendary group of bank robbers mention Rhona’s name in passing, and ever since, Olivia had known she had to get to know that pack of alleged murderers and cutthroats.
Of course, doing so was easier said than done in a place like Remy Hadley. Sure, she could’ve just walked up to any one of them and started talking, but then every guard and prisoner in the place would know what was going on within thirty minutes - Olivia might not have been in Remy Hadley itself for long, but she’d done enough prison time to know gossip spread faster than fire in a place like this. And while Olivia didn’t think she’d ever hear Rhona Mitra’s name again, she didn’t for one second believe Rhona didn’t have someone in Remy Hadley keeping an eye on her.
Still, she had to know what the SF8 knew, and that meant approaching one of them some time when they were relatively alone. Meal time was out, as was any outside time - too many eyes around. But right now, the shop was thin with other convicts, and there were two of the bank robbers right here - Jaime and Megan.
Olivia ruled out Jaime at once - she’d once watched as the blonde had forced herself on Daniela Hantuchova just for asking Jaime to pass a towel in the showers. Olivia didn’t want to run the risk of getting her ass beat, so she looked towards Megan Fox instead. The sexy, tattooed car thief seemed far more warm and approachable than Jaime, though she wasn’t exactly cuddly, either. While not the bully Jaime was, Megan had certainly held her own any time anyone had tried to pick a fight with her.
Still, it wasn’t like Olivia had many other choices, and she was trying to think of a casual way to approach Megan when quite suddenly, there she was, hovering next to her as Olivia pressed yet another license plate.
“I need you,” Megan said. “In the back room.”
“Excuse me?” Olivia said, surprised.
“I need you,” Megan said, actually pulling Olivia up. “You and I are going to go into the back room, and we’re going to have sex.”
“We are?” Olivia asked, surprised at how forward this car thief was being.
“We are, and Greg over there is going to come and watch,” Megan continued, pulling Olivia towards that back room.
“Wait a minute, I don’t-” Olivia started to protest, but Megan cut her off.
“Listen, I’m willing to give you anything you want, but I really need your help right now. I promise, you just have to stand there and I’ll get you off. He won’t touch you - or me - and he should be good by the time you cum.”
Olivia tried to stop and gather her thoughts, but Megan pushed her through the door and was on her a moment later. Her hands grabbed at Olivia’s breasts through her tank-top, and Megan’s lips were all over the other prisoner’s neck. Generally more inclined to enjoy men more than women, Olivia was surprised at just how quickly she started moaning.

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“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait, wait-”
“No waiting,” Megan said, reaching down and stripping Olivia’s tank-top up over her head, exposing Miss Wilde’s bare chest.
“Wow, you guys move fast,” Greg said, sliding into the room behind them.
“Shut up and watch, Greg, or the deal’s off,” Megan shot over her shoulder.
“Deal?” Olivia asked, clearly having missed something important.
“Hush, you,” Megan said, kissing Olivia on the lips once before dropping her mouth down onto one of Olivia’s nipples. Olivia swooned again. Megan had some serious oral skills, and they were all being focused on one nipple! Olivia was having a hard time not just succumbing to Megan and letting the tattooed girl have her way.
But Olivia was too smart to just give in to her lusts - no matter how much she wanted to. Not without at least trying to find out what was going on.
“Wait, wait-” she said, pushing Megan off her chest, and immediately regretting it, as the wonderful sensation of Megan’s tongue on her nipple vanished with it.
“Don’t tell me you only like boys,” Megan said. “Or that I’m not your type.”
“Oh, you’re my type,” Olivia said. “You’re so sexy, I’d strangle a mountain ox to get into your panties.”
“Well, there’s no mountain ox here for you to strangle, so how about you lose them pants and we give Greg her the show of a lifetime?”
“But - but why?!”
“I made him a promise, and you get the benefits,” Megan said. “Why, do I need to make a deal with you beyond getting you off?”
“Yes!” Olivia said at once. “When this is done, you tell me everything you and your friends know about Rhona Mitra.”
“Rhona?” Megan asked, surprised. “How do you-”
“Hey, Megan?” Greg interrupted. “If you’re stopping now, I gotta call it off. I barely got my dick out, and-”
“Fine, fine!” Megan said, exasperated. She turned to Olivia and looked her right in her dreamy eyes. “Here’s the deal. We fuck now, and when we’re done, we’ll talk about Rhona - but you’re answering my questions, too.”
“Deal,” Olivia said, reaching forward and pulling Megan’s head to her own, sealing the deal with a kiss. To get all her questions answered, Olivia would’ve let Megan and all her bank robber friends gangbang her with every guard in Remy Hadley watching. Getting fucked by Megan while one dude beat off in the corner was a bargain.

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Megan broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, undoing Olivia’s pants as she went. The girl knew what she was doing, that was for sure, Before Olivia’s trousers hit the concrete, Megan’s mouth was over Olivia’s panty-covered slit, making the other prisoner moan in unexpected delight.
Olivia dropped her hands to Megan’s head, and held the other girl there, loving the sensation. Olivia did indeed generally prefer men, but she’d been in prison a while now, and Megan was far from her first girl. Still, the car thief knew her way around the outside of a pussy as well as she knew her way around a stick shift, because Olivia was already starting to hum.
There was a grunt across the room, and Olivia looked up to see Greg, his eyes locked on the nearly-naked Olivia receiving oral pleasure from the rather-clothed Megan, his dick in hand, stroking away like mad.
“He’s really not going to touch us?” Olivia asked, not sure why she was so concerned.
“Not one bit, right Greg?” Megan asked, removing her mouth from Olivia’s crotch just long enough to speak.
“R-r-right,” Greg stammered. “Megs - take your pants off, please?!”
Megan blinked, and realized she was still mostly dressed. She pulled back from Olivia and started stripping. She put no effort into being sexy, she just took off her tank-top and pants, then stepped out of her prison-issue panties, and suddenly the tattooed sex goddess was naked in front of Olivia, making the other girl drool. God, this woman was HOT. And Olivia got to fuck her AND get some answers? There was only one thing missing from this whole scenario.
“Why are you so worried about him?” Megan asked, running a finger over one of her own erect nipples. Megan’s tits were huge compared to Olivia’s rather flat chest, and the other girl was having trouble prying her eyes off them.
“I- I just, you know, ah…” Olivia stammered as Megan stepped closer, pressing her naked body right up against Olivia’s. Wilde thought for sure her skin was going to burn right off from the heat Megan was throwing off. Not that she cared.
A sly smile suddenly crossed Megan’s face. “I know what you need. You’re a cock girl, and you’re thinking you need something hard to get you off.”
Olivia’s eyes flashed in warning. Was Megan suggesting what she thought she was suggesting?
“Uh, Megs-” Greg started to protest, but Megan was already moving. She spun Olivia around by the shoulders and pressed her up against an unused work bench. Another push followed, this time at the center of Olivia’s neck, and suddenly the panty-clad Miss Wilde was bent over at the waist, her ass sticking out towards Megan and Greg.
“Oh!” Was all Olivia had time to shout before Megan reached past her. Grabbing a loose screwdriver by the business end, Megan paused only long enough to such the handle into her mouth once - that act alone nearly set Greg off - before plunging the phallic object into Olivia from behind.

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“Ahhhh! FUCK!” Olivia exclaimed, more from the shot of pleasure blasting through her cunt than from the shock of having the improvised dildo start fucking her. And fucking her was exactly what Megan was doing, shoving the screwdriver in backwards over and over again, each thrust making Olivia see sparks.
“I know it’s not a cock,” Megan hissed in her ear as she continued to take her from behind. “But it seems to be doing the trick.”
“Fuck yes! Fuck me, Megan! Fuck my hot little hole with your screwdriver!” It was, perhaps, the dirtiest thing Olivia Wilde had ever said to another girl.
“Oh, fuck!” Greg gasped, clearly enjoying the show. His hand was whipping up and down his cock now like crazy, faster even than Megan was fucking. Suddenly for Olivia, the idea that she was being watched while Megan was defiling her from behind was even hotter than the act itself. Olivia felt an uncontrollable burst building up inside her, and she knew that she couldn’t stop it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Olivia moaned. Megan reacted at once by placing a spare finger onto Olivia’s engorged clit. That was all it took. With a wordless hiss, Olivia’s knees buckled, and orgasm collapsed her brain. She fell to the floor, the work bench the only thing keeping her from hitting her head. Somewhere, she heard something crashing, but she felt no pain - only blissful pleasure. For a long moment, all Olivia could see was bright lights and swirling colors, but those quickly cleared, revealing Megan standing over her, still naked.
“You okay?” Megan asked.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Olivia purred. “Wow, that was hot.”
“Tell that to Greg,” Megan said, jerking a thumb over towards the guard, who was on the floor, wet pants around his ankles as he tried to get back up from a pile of tools he’d backed into when his own orgasm hit.
“What about you?” Olivia asked.
“Oh, I got what I wanted. Isn’t that right, Greg?”
“That’s right,” Greg said. “Wow, that was hot.”
“Not what I meant, but okay,” Olivia said as Megan helped her up.
“Come on, get dressed, and we’ll go talk about Rhona. And maybe then you can repay the favor somewhere a little more comfortable. If you’re into comfort, that is,” Megan added with a wink.
* * * * * * * * *
The guards had deposited Emma back in Warden Winslet’s office and were on their way out when a voice called out.
“Warden? You got a moment?” Maggie Q asked, sliding in behind Emma.
“What is it, Quigley?” Kate asked. “You can see I‘m a little busy here, right?”

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“You said you wanted the reports from the last week’s night shift employees right away,” Maggie said. “Here they are.”
“Paperwork,” Kate muttered. “It’ll be the death of me, Quigley.” Ignoring Emma, Kate took the papers and moved to her desk, actually placing the pile of reports right over the key card Emma needed. Silently, the safe cracker cursed. This wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
“Sorry, ma’am, but you know the state regs,” Maggie said, eying Emma suspiciously. “Second time today, ma’am?”
“Huh?” Kate asked, looking over the papers Maggie had handed her. “Oh, Emma. Yes. Well, it’s been a stressful day, what with all the paperwork.”
“Sorry to add to it then, ma’am,” Maggie said. “If there’s anything I can do to help out…”
“There is!” Emma said, seizing on a half-brained idea before she could let it slip by.
Both prison officials looked at Emma.
“You have something in mind, Miss Roberts?” Kate asked sternly.
“Well, it just occurred to me that if you need a second helping of me today, maybe you need more attention than that,” Emma said, sliding up next to Maggie.
“What? What are you-” Maggie started to protest, but Emma silenced the guard with a kiss to the lips.
Kate didn’t move from her desk, but her eyes were now locked on the two women kissing in her office.
“Come on, Maggie,” Emma said. “I’ve seen you checking me out - and what’s more, I’ve seen you checking out the boss over there. Well, now here’s your chance. Why don’t you slide out of that uniform and kill two birds with one kiss?”
Maggie looked torn. Emma was already undoing the guard’s belt, and dropping it to the floor at Maggie’s feet. Soon, the petite criminal was working her magic fingers over the button to Maggie’s pants. Maggie glanced towards Kate, but the warden only looked on hungrily, her paperwork now completely forgotten.
“Kate, be a dear and close the door,” Emma said, reaching into Maggie’s pants and pressing her fingers against the flimsy fabric of the panties covering Miss Quigley’s snatch. “I think Maggie here would appreciate some privacy.”
“Who’s in charge here?” Kate asked, but she got up and closed the door anyway. By the time she got there, Maggie’s pants were around her ankles, her long legs seemingly growing out of them, running a frightful distance before reaching Maggie’s thong-covered ass.
“These are lovely,” Emma said, hooking a finger into the waistband of the thong. “But kind of kinky for working in a prison.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:05:05 AM

“This is Remy Hadley,” Maggie said. “No guard goes a week here without getting at least some head.”
“Mmmm, I wish you’d come to me for your head,” Emma said, dropping to her knees and placing a kiss on the front of Maggie’s panties. The Asian guard swooned a bit, and nearly fell back, her feet still trapped in her pants. But Kate was sick of being a bystander at this point, and she slid up behind the exotic guard, the warden catching her subordinate by slipping her arms around from behind and squeezing the small bet perky tits hidden beneath Maggie’s uniform shirt.
“What about you, Kate?” Emma asked, looking up from Maggie’s crotch. “You’ve always wanted Maggie here, right? Got a little of that yellow fever, that Asian Fixation?”
“YES!” Kate hissed loudly in Maggie’s ear, one of her hands fishing up from the open bottom of Maggie’s shirt, discovering that while Maggie wore panties, she didn’t feel the need for a bra while working. Kate nearly impaled her palm on the guard’s erect nipple, but neither woman complained.
“Then maybe we should all get naked and see if we can get Maggie’s two birds killed while we cheer you up - sound good to you, Kate?”
Emma never got a verbal response, but in a matter of minutes, all three women were stark naked on the floor. Maggie was spread eagled on her back, Kate on one side of her, suckling away at one of the guard’s nipples, while Emma lay on the other, nursing the other nipple while her fingers deftly plumbed Maggie Q’s depths. The guard with the dragon tattoo was writhing about in pleasure as she got it from both a cougar and a kitten at the same time.
“Yeah, that’s it Quigley,” Winslet said between nibbles upon Maggie’s nipple. “Show me what a good little slutty employee you are.”
“I’m such a slutty employee,” Maggie responded, immediately rolling away from Kate to be atop of Emma. Surprised, Emma let herself swoon a little as Maggie immediately sunk two fingers into the prisoner’s snatch and began frigging her like crazy. “I’m so slutty, I’m going to make this prisoner scream.”
“Oh, fuck! FUCK!” Emma cried out, reveling in the pleasure of Maggie Q’s fingers.
“I was hoping you’d show ME how slutty you were,” Kate said as she stepped in behind Maggie, kissing the guard’s neck before nibbling on her ear.
“Yes!” Emma said quickly. “Fuck Kate! Fuck her real good, Maggie! Mmmmm, I’m going to cream just thinking about it.”
“You’re going to cream because I’m going to MAKE you cream,” Maggie said defiantly.
“Then you’d better start using your tongue and not your fingers,” Emma said.
“Bit of an oral girl, are you?” Maggie said, sliding down Emma’s small body, pausing only to lick each nipple before jumping down to Emma’s cunt, where her tongue immediately began to work at licking Emma to oblivion.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:05:56 AM

Emma groaned in both delight and frustration. Maggie had a serious talent for carpet munching, but she was keeping Emma pinned to the floor and leaving Kate unattended - a fact, judging by the look on her face, the warden was NOT fond of. And Emma wouldn’t be able to snag the keycard so long as Maggie was on top of her.
“Enough, it’s my turn,” Kate said, pulling Maggie’s head out of Emma’s crotch and immediately kissing the wet-faced oriental. Emma was frozen in place for a moment, caught up by the seductive sight of Kate Winslet kissing Maggie Q’s cum-covered mouth. The fact that it was Emma’s juices coating Maggie’s face only made Emma that much hornier.
Kate fell upon Maggie, and the two prison workers ignored the inmate as they made out, each grabbing at the other’s breasts and pussies. Emma slowly slid away, but wasn’t quite able to keep herself from sticking a hand between her own legs.
Kate seemed quite intent on having as much of Maggie as possible, and she quickly assumed the dominant position, laying Maggie on her back and sticking at least three fingers into the guard’s slit. Emma found herself matching Kate’s finger count and speed in her own pussy, the image in front of her nearly making Emma forget the whole reason she was in the office to begin with.
“Fuck! FuckFuckFuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUCCCKKKKAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Maggie’s cry of pleasure came as a surprise to both Kate and Emma, but from the way the Asian guard’s head bobbed on her neck and her toes curled up tightly, there was no doubt Maggie’s orgasm was real. Emma cursed herself and yanked her hand out of her crotch - she may have just missed her chance to grab the keycard. She was still five feet from the desk, and Kate was looking over at her with a big grin, her face now coated with Maggie’s cum.
“Be careful, Emma. Maggie here could replace you as my favorite pastime if she can make me cum better than you can.”
“Only one way to find out,” Emma said suggestively.
“OK,” Maggie said between ragged breaths. “Hop up on the desk.”
“Excuse me?” Kate said.
“Not you, the prisoner,” Maggie said. Emma blinked, but did as she was told, taking a seat on Kate’s desk, which was tall enough for the short Miss Roberts’ feet to hang well above the ground. Even as Kate sputtered protests, Maggie dropped to her knees between Emma’s legs, and began working her tongue inside the young prisoner once more.
“Oh, FUCK!” Emma cried as Maggie’s tongue did amazing things inside her slit. Was it a tongue, or some sort of magical, twisting dildo? Maggie was hitting corners that Emma hadn’t known she’d had down there. As the surprise pleasure rocked through Emma’s body, she fell back and was barely able to get her hands back to keep herself from laying flat on the desk.
And her right hand just happened to land on the keycard!
“Yes!” Emma said, then covered herself by moaning at the pleasure Maggie was giving her. She was halfway there. She just had to figure out how to get the keycard out of the office without being seen.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:18:13 AM

If she could get to her discarded uniform - but Kate was hovering over Maggie, glaring at Emma like she was scum of the earth. Which, Emma supposed, was how most wardens thought about their prisoners, but this was different.
This was jealousy, plain and simple.
Emma found something about Kate’s jealousy incredibly arousing, and somehow that was enough to tip her over the edge. Her climax flooded through her nerves, and her elbows gave out, landing her flat on her back after all. Maggie, the oral pro that she was, kept right on licking as Emma’s body quivered and shook with climax, and that only made the orgasm better. Emma’s fingers and toes curled, her right hand gripping the vital key card so hard, had she been aware of it, she might have worried she was damaging it.
When she finally came down, Maggie looked up from between Emma’s legs, her face freshly covered with Emma’s girl cum. Emma would’ve enjoyed the sight, had she been able to lift her head from the desk.
“ENOUGH!” Kate bellowed. “GUARDS!”
That brought Emma up and snapped her out of her post-coital bliss. Why was Kate calling for more guards?
“What?” Maggie said, looking over at Kate. “That wasn’t what you wanted?”
“I wanted you to fuck ME!” Kate snarled as the door opened and two more guards appeared. If either of them were surprised to be greeted by three naked women, one of them a guard and another the warden, they didn’t show it. “Get this prisoner out of here. I’m through with her for now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” one of the guards replied. They stepped towards Emma, who with nowhere else to hide the keycard, slid it between her ass cheeks. “Do you want her dressed first?”
“No, march her back to her cell naked. Let her rile up some of the other prisoners,” Kate said vindictively. “Maybe a little lesson in prison sex will teach Miss Roberts where her loyalties should lie.”
The guards grabbed Emma by the shoulders and marched her out of the office, as Kate turned to make sure Maggie knew she wasn’t going anywhere until she’d gotten the warden off several times.
“Why are you walking funny?” one of the guards asked. “Is something wrong with your ass?”
“Let’s just say Officer Quigley liked it a little too much,” Emma said, thinking quickly.
“Funny, I’d never thought of her as an anal queen,” the other guard said.
Emma kept her mouth shut. She just let the two guards think her ass was sore as she awkwardly walked back to her cell, buck naked, but smuggling the key card she and her friends would need to escape anyway.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:19:02 AM

Considering she got a heck of an orgasm out of the deal, Emma didn’t think that could’ve gone any better.
* * * * * * * * *
There was something to be said for tradition.
Although Hayden Panettiere was offlimits to the male guards, both the ones with and without X-chromosomes got to use the windows and bars all through Remy Hadley to see her weekly routine; every week, one of the prisoners came to the tiny blonde in her cell on the third level after visiting time. Jase, watching as she sat on her bunk swinging her legs and whistling cheerfully, wondered what she’d do if no one turned up – the little minx might eventually take things in her own hands (well, HAND really) if he was lucky..
Nope. There it was, right on time. Jase mentally high-fived himself as Roselyn Sanchez stepped into the cell and gave Hayden a hello kiss, thus completing the set – Miss Panettiere had entertained seemingly half the prison since she’d arrived (she’d even let Kelly Osbourne have a go. KELLY OSBOURNE. One of the few straight prisoners who none of the guards (male or female) would go near, not even drunk. Truly, this girl was a hero), but of late she’d started to go with her fellow gang members… even that psycho Jaime had had a go. Brad had been watching that day, and he’d told the others that the blonde pixie had said something to herself like “Should’ve been Blake instead.” Jase couldn’t blame her.
Apart from Blake, however, Hayden’d had a tete-a-tete with all the gang but one, and now here was the leader, cradling Hayden’s head and kissing her on the lips. Jase wondered if her girlfriend knew that she was racing back here for some supplemental loving after the conjugal meetings.
There she was, grabbing one of Roselyn’s breasts with one hand and stroking the Latina’s legs with the other, returning her kisses while the leader of the gang fondled Hayden’s soft, firm little body. “I know you get this all the time, but you’ve got an amazing butt… for a white girl,” she smiled.
“And you’ve got a great body… for a Latina,” Hayden giggled.
“You’re so racist,” Roselyn chuckled as her fingers found the young ex-reporter’s box – some of  her girls, it pained her to think, had let the shaving go a little amiss in prison; but she was pleased to see that Hayden was perfectly groomed below (as were Blake and, she hated to admit, Jaime – must be a blonde thing). Her fingertips stroked the snatch and its perfect tiny landing strip… how someone so tiny could have such a perfectly plump pussy Roselyn had no idea.
“Time for dessert,” Hayden said quietly.
“No… you know the rules. No tongue, just fingers.”
Hayden let herself pout a little as Roselyn started to enter. Jase also pouted a little; he too wished Roselyn would snack on her like  Salma Hayek had done the day before she was released.
The leader of the gang slid her fingers through the blonde’s slit very closely and delicately, almost like she was feeling for something. They felt so good inside Hayden; she was breathing deeply and

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:23:27 AM

increasingly fast, while her own fingers in turn were dipping into Roselyn. The two gazed at each other, watching the other start to gleam with delight as they began to get mutually moist.
“Another race?” Roselyn asked, just managing to concentrate on what she was doing.
“I get to ride that tight butt of yours if I win,” Hayden moaned, shaking under the leader’s slinky, searching fingers.
“You’re on…” Miss Sanchez jerked back sharply, as if she’d been tasered; Hayden’s fingers were on duty. The blonde’s digits seemed to be everywhere at once inside her dark, dripping pussy; either she had had plenty of lonely nights before she hooked up with Troian Bellisario or she was a natural. With two fingers playing with Roselyn’s clit and another two exploring what was beyond, the darker lady glanced downwards and out to see her own hand running through what Hayden had…
“Fuck me,” she whispered, impressed at what she saw. How someone so tiny could have such an incredibly plump pussy she couldn’t begin to guess; the girl’s cuntlips were almost as big as the ones on her face. And imagine her lovebutton… Roselyn kicked herself mentally for saying no tongues – no wonder Anne Hathaway had looked so pleased with herself swaggering out of Hayden’s cell. What had she been THINKING?
Roselyn rubbed Hayden’s pleasingly fat little clit, and was delighted to see her lover shiver as the middle finger slid deeper inside, enjoying the warmth and relishing how wet she was. But it was Roselyn who was really quaking, her other hand fondling her torso and her teeth biting the inside of her mouth as Hayden’s fingers found every single one of her love triggers. Roselyn’s hand kept up the pace, but she was shaking inside the girl’s box, wishing she could somehow munch on her while frigging her at the same time…
She couldn’t do it; she couldn’t hold out any longer. Roselyn rarely screamed on coming, and today was no exception – but she did let out a long, high groan of acquiescence as she came in close and kissed Hayden hard and full on the lips, her pussy soaking the blonde’s fingers and the confined space being suddenly filled with a pleasantly musky aroma. Hayden’s tongue flicked inside Roselyn’s mouth the way she was looking forward to doing with the woman’s high, tight asscheeks soon.
As Jase watched, by now torn between wanting to be one or the other of them and delighting that he wasn’t sharing this with anyone, Roselyn folded an arm around Hayden’s shoulders and pulled the orgasming girl closer, their lips still together and the blonde shaking as the woman’s hand kept on going, now moving faster and somehow probing deeper…
Hayden broke free from Roselyn’s mouth and cried out as she felt her box soaking the woman’s fingers; her hands gripped the Latina’s shoulders as she surrended, sinking back onto her bunk with a sigh. She glanced down on her lap, Roselyn’s non-embracing arm still between her lovely thighs and the hand she had been using, covered with Panettiere love-juice, lightly brushing her box, the thumb and forefinger rolling together slowly.
Older woman and younger woman smiled in harmony, looking at the capsule Roselyn had between those fingers. It was perfectly round, hard and very small – but it was big enough to fit through the “urethra” at the end of the device Troian had used on Hayden that afternoon. And almost every time she visited.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:24:19 AM

Roselyn discreetly slipped the capsule into her pants, all out of Jase’s line of vision. The goodbye kiss she gave Hayden, however, he got to see. “Show’s over,” he said to himself, and made to check his watch to see when he’d HAVE to leave for the next section.
“See you in about an hour,” Roselyn whispered, and got up to leave.
Hayden discreetly coughed, and rolling her eyes Roselyn bent over. As the blonde started to remove the leggy brunette’s pants, Jase got ready for act two; it wouldn’t be like it was the first time he was ever late on his rounds.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Remy Hadley could be a maze, especially in the lower sections. But almost every prisoner who’d been in the place more than two or three weeks knew the way to the Laundry first hand. Shay Mitchell had her first day working Laundry after a week in the joint, and had been given regular returns to the place every week since. It was easy for her to make the twists and turns down the various hallways, past locked storage rooms and abandoned isolation cells until she reached the hot, humid room where all the prison’s washing was done.
A sheen of sweat hit Shay almost at once, steam rolling about the room and actually obscuring her view of the dozens of washers and dryers that lined the walls, as well as some of the half-dressed prisoners working down in the bowels of the place.
“Hey, Shay,” a voice called out. A moment later, a cart filled with clean uniforms came rolling out of the clouds, pushed by Ellen Pompeo. Ellen had stripped down to her prison bra, but was carrying her shirt, no doubt ready to get dressed again before heading out to deliver the uniforms.
“Hey Ellen,” Shay replied, unzipping her own uniform top. It was so hot in the Laundry - some fault with the old dryers that caused them to bleed off heat and moisture as they worked - that most of the prisoners preferred to wear as little as possible while they were down here. Shay certainly didn’t mind - it made the view oh-so-much more pleasant.
Shay didn’t plan on staying long, so she kept her tank-top on, but the top half of her prison jumpsuit came off quickly, and she tied it around her waist as she worked her way deeper into the fog. She passed other prisoners working away, others just hanging out, and more than one couple making out - including Claire Holt and Margarita Levieva actually having sex on one of the running washing machines. The steam provided prisoners a hint of privacy and sometimes that was all it took.
Shay wasn’t here to work, or do her own laundry, but considering how close they were to breaking out, Shay needed to both get something, and say goodbye to someone.
“Watch that bleach, Indiana - we want these prison jumpsuits to stay orange! Lauren, you might as well take that tank top off and throw it in with that load, you’ve sweated through it enough. Taylor Cole! Amy Adams! Stop fighting this instant before I call the guards and you two are sent to solitary for a week!”
“I’ll never know how you see all that in this soup,” Shay said, approaching the woman running the Laundry. Holly Marie Combs had once been a prisoner at Remy Hadley having been part of her own high profile criminal gang. But upon being arrested, Holly had decided to go straight - while going

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:25:15 AM

gay for then-Warden Alyssa Milano. After her sentence had ended, Alyssa had made sure Holly had gotten hired on as the head of the Laundry, and she hadn’t gone anywhere since.
Holly, well versed in the heat the Laundry room could give off, wore a light, open dress that was bright yellow and showed off plenty of skin. Normally, that sort of thing would’ve been forbidden in a prison, but the new Warden hadn’t wanted to disrupt the deal with Holly that Warden Alyssa had going, so Holly essentially got away with a lot. Including bedding any prisoners who caught her eye while working in the Laundry. Shay didn’t need to look up Holly’s skirt to know the older woman wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Shay!” Holly said, smiling warmly. “You aren’t on shift down here for two more days.”
“I know, Holly,” Shay said. “But I was hoping you had that package for me.”
Holly smiled slyly. A former prisoner herself, Holly knew how important it was for prisoners to get little trinkets and luxuries behind bars. And as one of the few unsearched people to have access to the prisoners directly, she was in a unique situation of being able to smuggle in things. She drew the line at weapons or drugs - not even alcohol. But if someone wanted some headphones, or a book, or even a sex toy, Holly was willing to increase her meager prison paycheck by sneaking something in every now and then. Her prices were insane - usually double whatever the item in question was - but she always got whatever it was. It just might take some time.
“Sure, I got it,” Holly said. “Wasn’t a problem at all.”
“So… can I have it?” Shay asked.
“You know, I usually charge to get stuff in here.”
“But they’re free - find them at any newsstand,” Shay pointed out.
“And I didn’t pay a penny for the one I have,” Holly agreed.
“So, what, you want me to give you money for a free item?”
“I said I want payment, Shay. Not money.” As she spoke, Holly gazed pointedly at Shay’s ample cleavage.
“Oh,” Shay said, catching on.
“Yeah, ‘Oh,’” Holly said. “You’ve got a great body, Shay.”
“You can save your flattery, Holly,” Shay said. “It certainly isn’t the first time I’ve had to pay for something with sex in this place.”
“I love a smart girl,” Holly said, reaching over and cupping one of Shay’s breasts through her bra. “Come on over to the pile.”
Shay sighed. The pile was quite literally a pile of dirty laundry. Mostly sheets from the prison beds, there was also uniforms and underwear thrown in there, towels from the showers, and some other odds and ends that needed washing. No matter how much laundry was done in Remy Hadley, there

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:26:16 AM

was always more to be done. When it came down from whatever part of the prison was getting their stuff cleaned today, it was all dumped out into a giant pile. Holly would send prisoners over to sort the stuff every so often, but the pile never really managed to shrink somehow. How Holly knew where to send the stuff, no one knew, but no one had ever gotten so much as the wrong sock, so no one complained.
Holly’s hand slipped down to Shay’s ass as they walked through the steam towards the pile. Shay was honestly a little surprised that this was the first time Holly had tried to take advantage of her. Shay had gotten a few things in with the laundry woman before, and always paid for them with what little cash she’d been able to scrape up around the prison. She’d known Combs found her attractive, and the feeling was mutual, but Holly always seemed to bed some other prisoner instead - including Grace on one occasion, right in front of Shay.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off and leave them over here?” Holly suggested, pointing towards an empty work bench. Shay sighed, and took off her bra first, letting Shay and anyone else who could peer through the steam ogle her chest first. By the time she stepped out of her prison issue panties, she could hear the whispers of those prisoners just out-of-sight in the laundry. While the steam offered some privacy, everyone also knew exactly what you were doing, and if they wanted to watch, there really wasn’t anything you could do to stop them.
“Oh, you are just beautiful,” Holly said, walking around Shay, admiring the younger woman’s curves. “They must eat you alive upstairs. Do you get fucked every day?”
“Not every day,” Shay said.
“Well, let’s get you off today, shall we?” Holly said. “Time to pay the piper, my dear.”
With that, Shay stepped over to the pile, dropped to her knees, and turned just in time to see Holly pull up the skirt of her dress, exposing her pussy to the prisoner. Shay leaned forward a bit and got to work at once, sliding her tongue into Holly’s box and immediately tasting the sweet and sour juices the older woman was pumping out like crazy. Shay got a little thrill as that taste hit her - getting to feast on Holly Marie Combs was a rather wonderful way to pay off a debt.
“Mmmmm… such a skilled tongue!” Holly groaned in delight, gently sliding one of her hands into Shay’s hair, lightly holding the prisoner closer to her crotch. Shay took that as a sign to lick harder, making sure to slide her tongue all the way out and up and over Holly’s erect little clit. The Laundry matron moaned her approval, and Shay kept that pace up for several long minutes.
It was all Mitchell could do to not reach between her legs and touch herself while feasting on Combs’ juices. Shay was already regretting never finding an excuse to fuck Holly before this, but the taste was intoxicating, and Shay found herself thinking that if for some reason the escape plan failed, at least she’d be able to lick Holly every day for the rest of her life trapped here in Remy Hadley.
Part of what made this so hot for Shay was that she knew she was being watched. Other prisoners, guards, maybe even security cameras were focusing on them through the steam, seeing Shay naked on her knees, servicing a woman she barely knew. It certainly wasn’t the first time Shay had performed for a live audience before - one of her first post-family cons had involved performing as a

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:29:09 AM

stripper at a lesbian bachelorette party that went WAY out of hand. But every time Shay got naughty in front of some others, she got a little extra thrill out of it, and this certainly wasn’t any different.
Holly was panting hard and heavy now, her fingers tightly gripping Shay’s hair, keeping the con woman’s head locked to her crotch. Her juices were flowing faster now, and Shay had licked more than enough girls to know Holly Marie Combs was getting awfully close to an orgasm. And when Shay Mitchell knew just how to bring her over the edge. Carefully, she edged her hand up Holly’s leg, intending to slide a pair of fingers into the dripping wet snatch-
-only to have Holly suddenly push her back hard enough that Shay went sprawling into the pile of dirty laundry behind her.
“Not yet,” Holly hissed, clearly trying to get ahold of her own body’s reactions. “I have to taste you first, Shay.”
Shay leaned back and watched in amazement as Holly lifted her entire dress up over her head in one quick movement, giving Shay plenty of reason to believe Holly’s breasts were works of wonder. Now as naked as Shay was, Holly dropped to her hands and knees, and quickly crawled between Shay’s spread legs, kissing and licking the insides of her thighs until she reached Shay’s steaming honey pot.
Shay’s eyes went wide as Holly dropped her mouth down right atop the prisoner’s clitoris, practically drilling at the bud. Shay felt her head roll back on her shoulders, and wanted to reach forward and grab Holly’s hair like the older woman had done to her, but Shay could barely keep her body up on her elbows, the ferocity of Holly’s tongue lashing keeping her from being able to do much more than moan in delight.
There was some laughing and cheering from somewhere in the steam around them, but Shay couldn’t figure out who - and didn’t care. If it had taken Shay a few minutes to bring Holly close to climax, it was taking the prison worker mere seconds to get the prisoner to a similar level.
“Oh god! Oh God! Holly! Holly! YES!” Shay cried out, unable to control herself. Holly’s tongue was just slamming into her clit, and each hard, wet, slippery-soft thrust was like a little piece of heaven between her legs.
“Mmm, not yet my sweet,” Holly said suddenly.
“Gah!” Shay cried out in frustration as the older woman moved her tongue off of the prisoner’s clit. Carefully, slowly, Holly traced her tongue and lips up Shay’s body, running a string of kisses past her belly button, pausing only briefly to suck once on each nipple, before continuing up Shay’s long neck. Finally, Holly placed a passionate kiss upon Shay’s mouth - and shoved three fingers into the younger woman’s snatch at the same time.
“Mmmmm!” Shay moaned into Holly’s mouth, loving the sensation. She reached down with her hand and found Holly’s pussy wet and waiting for her. This must have been what Holly wanted, because she increased the speed of her thrusts in time with Shay’s movement. Their mouths never breaking the kiss, the two women fell into the dirty laundry, pounding away at each other until neither one could take it any longer.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:29:51 AM

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” Shay bellowed as orgasm overcame her, arcing her back and sending her eyeballs rolling about in her head. Holly hit her climax at the same time, her body going limp atop Shay’s, convulsing a little at the hips as she squeezed her eyes tight against the wave of bliss. For several long moments, they lay there in the pile of dirty clothes, each cumming in their own way.
Then, suddenly, Holly was getting up, searching for her dress. Shay blinked, surprised to find the other woman moving on so quickly.
“Your clothes are over there, sweetie,” Holly said. “I’ve got that item you wanted back over here.”
Shay hurried to get redressed and follow, barely snapping her bra together before Holly stopped and handed her exactly what she’d came for.
“And for the record, Shay,” Holly added, “you can pay for anything you want with sex from now on.”
“Mmmm… hope I need something else soon,” Shay said, winking at Holly. Shay promised herself that if she did get stuck back in Remy Hadley, she’d come right to Holly and request something. Anything.
“What do you need real estate listings for, anyway?” Holly asked as Shay left the Laundry.
* * * * * * * * * *
Shay rushed back to her cell, ignoring all the other prisoners and guards - though she suspected Brad, who spotted her running through the hallways, might follow her. If he did, it might actually help sell what she had to do next. Witnesses tended to do that.
When Shay and her friends escaped, they would need a place to lay low. While they gave some thought to staying with Troian, Hayden and her lover lived in a small apartment, and that would certainly be one of the first places the cops would come searching for them. Same for Roselyn’s girlfriend, Alicia’s place. Or really, any other connection any of them had ever had - sooner or later, working down the list, the cops would come looking for the escaped prisoners. That left them looking for a place to hide out that no one had ever heard of before…
Holly Marie Combs had seemed a little skeptical of Shay’s reasons for wanting a real estate brochure. Shay had explained that she wanted to post some pictures of places she might live when she got paroled from prison. Of course, none of the girls accused of robbing the bank would ever be up for parole, so if Holly knew that, she’d know Shay was lying. But that was okay, too. Just like Brad, who was now idly watching Shay from down the hallway and doing a poor job of looking like he wasn’t staring, the more Holly thought she knew, the better.
Shay flipped through the book slowly, spending extra time admiring the more expensive and larger places. She read carefully, ruling out any place where someone was still living inside. But as she went, she circled some of the fancier foreclosures, including a large add for a multi-million dollar mansion out in Marin County that some investment banker had lost when his investments went belly-up. Shay went through the entire book, circling several similar places. Finally, towards the back, she got to what she was really looking for.
It wasn’t just mansions or homes that were being abandoned in the bad economy. Right there, just outside of San Fran itself, was an entirely abandoned apartment complex on the south side of San

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:30:39 AM

Fran. Shay tried to hide her smile as she memorized the address, then flipped back to that investment banker’s mansion she’d circled earlier. It wasn’t the mansion itself that she was so interested in - it was all the blank space around the add, perfect for writing down the address she’d just memorized.
Quickly scribbling the address down, Shay now took great care to rip out the mansion’s listing, making sure all the information was contained, leaving nothing behind. She glanced up and saw Brad giving her a quizzical look. She smiled, but sighed to herself. She’d have to distract the Y-chromosome carrier, and there really was only one good way to do that without having to actually TOUCH him. She’d have to show him something instead.
One of the things Shay had paid Holly to smuggle in earlier was a bottle of skin lotion - something from Victoria’s Secret, ironically - that she used to keep from getting all dry and itchy in the prison. She usually waited for this time of day to apply it, when most of the other prisoners and guards were elsewhere, giving her some hint of privacy to strip down to her bra and panties and cover her arms, legs, and chest with the lotion. It had been a habit for several weeks now, and while she hadn’t intended to use it as such, it would now serve as the perfect distraction for a horny guard who was enjoying the show.
Shay quickly shrugged out of her shirt, leaving herself in just her prison bra. Brad’s eyes went wide - none of the male guards had gotten anywhere with Shay, so this was a bit of a treat. She started with her legs, quickly applying the lotion and rubbing it in. She was normally more thorough, but Brad didn’t know that. She moved up to her chest, and once more glanced at the guard - his eyes were locked on her skin, his pants tenting noticeably.
Feeling like she’d need a good shower after this, Shay let her left boob pop out of the bra. Brad’s eyes went wide, and Shay gasped, pretending to be surprised. Quickly, she shoved the escaped breast back into the bra - and shoved the ripped piece of paper into her bra with it. Quickly, she finished applying her lotion and shot Brad a dirty look before getting dressed again. He didn’t seem to mind, but kept watching, even after she was clothed again.
There was one last thing Shay had to do - hide the real estate magazine. Treating the now almost-useless magazine as a small treasure, Shay lifted up her mattress and hid the ill-gotten item up near where her head went, safely out-of-sight. None of the other prisoners would know about it, but Brad would. And that was actually all she needed him to see.
As soon as the San Fran Eight made their escape, the cops would be all over Remy Hadley, looking for clues about where they might have gone. They wouldn’t find any, because until this very moment, none of the girls knew where they were going, nor did Troian helping them on the outside. Only Shay now knew, and she wouldn’t tell anyone until they were in the getaway vehicle. If something happened to her, they’d have to find somewhere else to hide, but Shay wouldn’t be able to betray them, either.
It would have been child’s play for Grace to get the information from the prison computers, but then they would’ve known they were looking at apartment buildings as well as abandoned homes - there was no hiding internet history on a prison computer. So Shay had used Holly to smuggle in the listings. Everything Shay had done since getting them was designed to throw the cops off their trail.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:31:41 AM

Holly knew Shay had the listings. Brad knew where she’d hidden them, and that she tore a piece out. When the cops got a hold of the listings, they’d match the missing piece up with another copy of the listings, and know right where the escaped prisoners were running.
Except they’d be on the other side of San Fran, hiding out in a run-down apartment complex. Shay figured that would buy them a fair chunk of time, at least.
The only question was if it was long enough to find Rhona Mitra or no.
* * * * * * * * * *
“What took you so long, babe?” Emma asked Shay, reaching up to kiss her as she entered the library.
“I had a few errands to run.”
“Errands for who, Mocha Buns? The Limey warden’s already got Jailbait for that,” Jaime pointed out.
“I’m 20, forgotten?” the safecracker huffed.
“You still look like a kid, kid.”
“Fight about it later,” Roselyn chided as the gang, all together now, moved in around the terminal Grace was sitting at; Megan nervously eyed the entrance.
“Relax,” Blake told her. “It’s always pretty slow in the afternoon and no one’s around this time of day. We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, we got the place to ourselves till closing time,” Emma assured Megan as Roselyn took the capsule out, handing it to Grace.
“Okay, Hayden… let’s see what babygirl fucked into you this time,” the computer girl said as she separated the two halves of the vial above the desktop, grateful yet again for her slim fingers. A little computer chip dropped onto the surface, not too far from a small blue flashdrive – this was another little gift Grace had gotten for services rendered to the guards. It had been the first one she’d received following a session with Gemma and Katharine McPhee (and unfortunately the last before that juicy little guard had taken up a new job at an all-male prison); Grace had told them that she needed something to store her anime porn on. Which was true, but it wasn’t on this one.
As the other members watched, Grace opened up the drive and inserted the chip. As with the others, it wouldn’t be in there for long – just long enough to get the intel. Plugging in the flashdrive, Grace logged in with Emma’s password. The screen soon gave way to a pleasant mountain scenery wallpaper, and almost no icons. Except one folder, which nominally contained info on books brought out and returned (or books not returned).
But first, Grace opened the contents of the flashdrive to send them into the system, praising the powers that be that this was a fast PC. Within seconds, the file was in the computer, and a couple of clicks later the goods were on the screen. Eight pairs of eyes noted the image.
“So that’s it?” Roselyn asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:32:36 AM

“That’s it,” Grace replied, copying the image and opening the folder. “Let’s finish this jigsaw.”
Emma leaned in particularly close as Grace manoeuvred the image onto its place in the opened folder, zooming in to make sure it clicked in perfectly. When she was satisfied, she zoomed out and sat back.
“And that, ladies, is our way out of here,” she announced.
The jigsaw was a simple puzzle, one made out of eight of the nine files Troian had gotten in to them. The pieces had been copied themselves and placed inside the folder before the chips from whence they came were destroyed; each piece was a square, and each piece showed part of the layout for Remy Hadley. The layout of the prison was shown on the map in bright red - but more importantly, what was underneath was there as well in blue.
Up in the mountains the prison may have been, but it still needed a sewage system – and it was the pipes that interested them. Long tunnels had been dug through the rocks when Remy Hadley was built, and like all tunnels they not only had to end somewhere but start somewhere; there were two ways in they’d had an eye on, one on the northeast and the other on the southwest.  The southwest entrance was located in their cellblock towards the end, and that was the one they were going to use.
“My friend in the machine shop’ll get me what I’ll need to get in,” Megan told them. “We’ve all been there, right?”
They all nodded, as Emma and Shay studied the screen intently, paying close attention to the two green lines in amongst the blue signifying the pipes - as well as two ways in, there were also two ways out. One was for maintenance workers to go in, the other was… well, for the prison’s waste product to leave Remy Hadley and go on a long journey to the purifying plant at the base, in the form of a mountain river that none of them wanted to swim in. Climbing down would be, frankly, less gross. Also, the outlet had one advantage – it was nearer to the safest route down to the ground. This had been indicated on the ninth file, which had been the first one Troian had sent; that file had contained the topography of the mountain, and the route to take had been included.
As Rhona had told them, Emma was good at observing details – combined with Shay having the best memory of the lot what with her having had to impersonate a bank clerk, the two had been given the job of leading the gang through the tunnels.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just print the pieces off?” Blake had asked when Roselyn had made that decision.
“And risk them being found?” the leader had replied. “We know they can remember the details.”
Curiously, Blake hadn’t been so upset about wandering through shit to get out. None of them were.
Now the robbers watched Emma and Shay standing there, the latter with her eyes shut. She looked as if she was sleeping, but she was simply checking it over in her mind, going over each turn of both routes; she opened her eyes and looked at the screen once more.
“You set?” Emma asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:33:42 AM

“Follow The Leader’s a go,” Shay told her. “We could get out of here in the dark.”
“We ARE getting out of here in the dark,” Blake pointed out. “After 10, remember?”
“Very good, Blake,” Emma said sarcastically. “So that’s eight things you can keep in your head instead of seven.”
“Any idea about the weather?” Roselyn asked hastily before Blake could grab Emma.
“We might be in for a little storm,” Grace answered. “If we’re on the ground by then we’ll be fine, if we’re still climbing down when it hits…”
“A chance we gotta take,” Jaime said. “A little rain ain’t gonna put me off.”
“Let’s just hope that’s all we get,” Roselyn replied. “Better get out of here, and thanks again for Troian’s help.”
“Once this is wiped, I’m outta here,” Grace said lazily, starting to delete. “My Japanese schoolgirls won’t watch themselves.”
Blake rolled her eyes as she started to lock up.
“Us Italians are very hot-blooded,” Hayden cracked to Shay and Megan as they left for their cells. “But hey, if it gets too cold for me I’ll have seven hotties to warm me up.”
“Eight,” Shay corrected.
“Make that nine,” added Megan.
“Did I miss a memo here?” Shay asked.
“Apparently we both did,” Hayden said, raising an eyebrow.
* * * * * * * * * *
Another day dawned at Remy Hadley, the sun bringing his rays over the mountain ranges and the buildings intruding on them. And like most mornings in the cell Shay Mitchell and Blake Lively shared, Shay was awake before Blake, listening to the far-off sounds of birds and the far-closer sounds of Blake’s quiet breathing as she slumbered.
She looked at the small bundle that was lying next to her; her family had managed to get the odd bit of “home” comfort to her since being sent up, but like all the other members of the San Francisco Eight she had also gotten some letters of a more personal nature. Some of them were beseeching her to repent and reform (like she’d wanted to get involved with this in the first place), others were assuring her that she was going straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
And some were friendly. Very friendly. Very, very friendly. Like Leanna, the only one who Shay had actually written back to, and who had kept up the communications since then.
“Hey Butter…”
Shay smiled at her penpal’s nickname for her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:34:28 AM

“You don’t know how angry I get every time I hear about what some of those people put you through. What did you do, really? Someone as sweet-tempered as you should be out running free like a bird. I just wish I could come and see you…”
Shay wished that Leanna could come as well, but while her family and friends knew she was corresponding with a prisoner they thought that HE was in a facility in Texas; they didn’t know and could never know what she was really doing.
“I had another dream about you the other night,” the letter continued. “You were on the beach with me and a couple of friends, running in the surf like you didn’t have a care in the world. You were wearing clothes for some reason, but I liked it because you didn’t have a bra on under your top – made it better when you pulled off the top and threw it away.  I went and got your shirt before it could go in the sea and smelt it… even your sweat makes me hot.
“You dived in for a swim and came back out, all dripping wet and naked and beautiful and wonderful; then I stripped myself and kissed you. You tasted like strawberry chocolate, just like in your slot. You held in my arms and told me you loved me, and then you gave me a surprise!
“You had yourself a fish in your hands – a pretty big one. I didn’t know you were a Led Zeppelin fan :)…”
Shay looked a little puzzled, before she remembered. She knew where THIS was going. And liked it.
“It was quite a catch; you placed the head of the fish on my slot and I trembled when I felt it. You kissed me again as you pushed the fish into me, and I held you as it thrashed around inside. Screw PETA, this was the best… then you pulled it out, and gave it to me and I returned the favour. I loved seeing your gorgeous face gaping as you felt that thing inside you, wrigging and wiggling (almost as nice as how YOU wiggle, I bet!).”
“Thanks,” Shay couldn’t help saying out loud, and immediately hoped Blake hadn’t heard. Nope, up above the blonde still slept.
“Then I pulled the fish out, and I swallowed it whole. Feeling it slither down my throat and into my tummy – and it tasted even better after it was in you… I didn’t want to wake up, so it’s too bad my boy had to start up his bike and ruin everything. At least I can keep it ‘digesting’ forever and not… you know…”
Shay nodded. She knew.
“PS Hope the enclosed warms you up a little; these are a couple from the last time I was with my boy. Wish I could show this to you in person.”
The dusky young woman picked up the pictures that had been enclosed; one was of Leanna on her bed, wearing a bright smile and nothing else. The other had the beautiful redhead standing by her wardrobe, looking back over her shoulder in the same “costume.”
Studying the two snaps, Shay wished she was telepathic so she could send Leanna the message that the warming up was accomplished.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:40:15 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
“Hey, Popi…”
Roselyn Sanchez had been called that in most of her pleasant dreams all the while she’d been detained in Remy Hadley, and they all dealt with Alicia Keys. Sometimes she was called that when she was awake, and sometimes it was by Alicia – but when it was at this time of the day, when almost no one else was awake, it was always by Zoe Kravitz.
Zoe had taken to getting out of her bunk and snuggling up with Roselyn ever since the time in the showers; she liked seeing in the sunrise with her arms around the woman. Sometimes she awoke so early the sun wasn’t even up yet, but this morning wasn’t one of them – the better for her to see the lovely, olive-skinned Roselyn Sanchez with. There was another reason she liked to get into her cellmate’s bunk; sometimes, probably when she was thinking about Alicia and got carried away, she fell asleep naked. Like last night.
Cuddling close to Roselyn, Zoe rested her head on the older woman’s breasts and treated herself to a close look at her right nipple. Not the biggest she’d ever seen, but they looked hard even when she was asleep, as if she was dreaming about Alicia. The young woman placed her rosy lips on Roselyn’s breast, gently suckling – oh, her kid (if it was her turn to carry the child the second time around) would be so lucky… Zoe felt a few tiny drops of milk seeping from Miss Sanchez, and sucked harder, wishing she had two heads so she could enjoy both at once.
“No,” Roselyn said gently, lifting away Zoe’s head. “Your breasts are more succulent than mine… let me have a taste.”
Zoe’s pussy flooded almost at once as Roselyn slipped down the bed a little, opening her eyes at last and facing the young girl’s gorgeous rack. Roselyn put one of Zoe’s nipples between her lips, sucking it slowly and tenderly and starting to milk the young woman. Zoe was so beautiful she had flirted with fitting her in with the group – but no; they had almost too many people as it was, and all of them had a reason to be there. If lust was the main reason for joining the escape they’d all have had hangers-on. (Well, maybe not Blake and Jaime.)
“Sing,” she whispered.
Sighing as Roselyn’s mouth kissed the soft flesh of her chest while her free hand fondled the other breast, Zoe quietly started to sing. It was a ditty Roselyn had asked her to sing the first time they’d made love; it was a gentle song, about happy times.
“Some people live for the fortune… some people live just for the fame… some people live for the power, yeah… some people live just to play the game…”
It was a song that Alicia liked to sing from time to time, one that always reminded Roselyn of her missing love. It was a song that Roselyn had never told Zoe the meaning behind, but which Miss Kravitz had suspected from the start. Still, she loved singing, and she loved pleasing Roselyn.
“…but I don't want nothing at all if it ain't you, baby… if I ain't got you, baby…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:40:55 AM

Drawing her lips away from Zoe’s tits, Roselyn began to gently lick more of her torso. Her body had the same kind of caramel coating Alicia had, and she was so warm… it was killing Roselyn that she didn’t have any instruments to use on her. She’d fisted Alicia once, but she’d never forgotten how she had unintentionally hurt her by pushing it in way too hard, and Roselyn had sworn she would never do that again. Kissing Zoe’s flat stomach, she cursed Jane and Cate for confiscating her stuff when her time in solitary had been up… if only it had been Scarlett the Harlot. At least she knew from experience she’d have gotten them back.
“Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be?... With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me… some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all if it ain't you, baby…”
As beautiful as Zoe Kravitz’s bushy little pussy was, Roselyn Sanchez could never go beyond licking the tiny cuntlips – slipping her tongue inside always, as in ALWAYS, broke the spell. The one time she had done it she had loved the taste of it on her tongue, tangy and sweet. But Zoe, as wonderful to eat as she was, didn’t taste like Alicia. And although she was good at giving head, Roselyn could never fool herself that Zoe’s tongue and Alicia’s moved the same way;  Zoe tried her best and she’d made Roselyn come every time, but somehow Alicia always managed to find all her most sensitive areas, and no one had ever made her orgasm the way her baby could.
“…nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing if I ain't got you with me, baby.”
The song was finished, but the convicts weren’t. Still keeping her eyes closed, Roselyn kissed Zoe as they held each other tightly, Zoe clutching her and never wanting to let her go. The two quietly got out of the bunk onto the floor, embracing and fondling each other. Zoe kissed Roselyn’s shoulder before moving away from her, lying down beside her in the opposite direction. Glancing at her, Zoe was impressed at how Roselyn still kept her eyes closed as they took up positions; she was always more eager to do this than to be munched on (Zoe’s mouth watered at the thought of Roselyn’s box; she presumed her leg action was more like Alicia’s than the mouth, otherwise she’d have been eating her every night).
Roselyn’s lengthy left leg curled behind Zoe as the two made contact, their cunts becoming one and their breathing in rhythm with their bodies as they moved against each other. With every stroke Zoe sighed and shivered; Roselyn felt electric next to her, and their snatches together were like… like… like two things that really well together. She couldn’t resist stroking Roselyn’s back and asscheeks with her upraised leg, and the sensations between her legs jacked up several notches when Roselyn started returning the favour. The women moved against each other closer, actually feeling their clits touching now.
Roselyn’s little gasps soon became less little as she moved on; their mutual dampness was making Zoe start to cry louder as well, punctuated by a long moan as Roselyn’s big toe moved slowly along the cleft of her ass, slipping into the hole inside and wriggling just enough to excite her… if only she could do that. Damn her relatively short tootsies; she contented herself by fondling Roselyn’s ass and wishing that just once she could have Jaime’s forcefulness and take it… nah. That wasn’t Alicia’s way or Zoe’s.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:41:52 AM

Their cries went through most of the nearby cells, both women ignoring a disgruntled “Some of us want to sleep!” from lifer Susan Sarandon. Roselyn and Zoe gripped each other’s hands as the rubbing sped up, Zoe screaming as she felt her fluids blending with Roselyn’s. 
“Don’t leave me…” Zoe said, lowering her voice in between gasps.
“You know I have to…” Roselyn replied.
“It’s just… it’s…. it’s… AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” Zoe forgot her burden for a second as Roselyn Sanchez’s Cuban-flavoured cunt did its work, burning her up and making her give one last loud wail as she orgasmed between Miss Sanchez’s legs. Roselyn kept thrusting her lovely body even as Zoe came down, as if she wanted more from the girl (not that she minded giving it), before she let the pace stop. The glowing young woman didn’t want to break up the act, but there was no way they could get another one in to their satisfaction before official waking up time; Zoe gently separated herself from Roselyn and turned around. Had the woman’s eyes been opened she’d have taken her time to let her have a good look at her naked body, but in this condition a little scuttle around on the floor would do.
“It’s just that I don’t know if I can stick it out around here without you,” Zoe whispered, her face near Roselyn’s.
“Hey, there are plenty of women here who’d love to take you in.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. Horny Helen jumped on me last month, and I think she wants to try again. Her and some of her friends…”
“I got friends too,” Roselyn assured her. “I’m going to make sure they look out for you while you’re here. You’ve got what, six months left?”
“Seven.”
“Not that long, and you’re a model prisoner. And I give you my word that once you’re out I’ll get word to you about where we are.”
"Really?"
"Sure. Joshua could use a babysitter,” she replied, adding "Hang in there, Alicia..." as Zoe giggled.
“Can you do me one little favour? Just to keep me going till I see you again… kiss me.”
Roselyn leant in close, and Zoe raised a finger.
“And don’t shut your eyes. I don’t want you to kiss ‘Alicia’ – I want you to kiss ME.”
Roselyn didn’t hesitate; finally opening her eyes, she kissed Zoe full on the mouth while looking at her all the while.
“See you on the outside, Zoe,” she said quietly. No more games.
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:42:55 AM

Hot, sweaty and very, very loud. It was just another day for Jaime Pressly and Megan Fox in the machine shop, home of some of the finest license plates produced in the continental USA. And occasionally a bit of device fixing, for the jobs too big or motor-inclined for Grace.
In her corner of the shop, Jaime set down her soldering gun and lifted the goggles from her face, giving the onceover to what she’d been working on since day one whenever no one was watching. It wasn’t the smoothest, but it wasn’t for pleasure – especially with the blade on the end.
“Perfect,” she said to herself with a satisfied nod, wrapping it in some cloths.
Megan kept stamping the plates out on the other side, glancing up occasionally to the man working the machine next to her. In between imprinted pieces of metal, she gave him a smile and a wink.
The man returned the smile, handing her some more cloths; she accepted the small package and slipped it into her uniform, her smile getting a little bigger on feeling the tools in her pocket.
* * * * * * * * *
Today wasn’t Jennifer Lawrence’s birthday, but she felt like she was getting presents galore. First of all, Denise Welch had been put in solitary for starting a fight with Kim Kardashian, so she had the place all to herself.
Second, at this point in time she didn’t have the place to herself – she was being pressed against the bars of the cell by Grace Park, the perpetually horny geek tasting Jennifer’s tender breasts and spreading her fingers into the girl’s box; if the San Francisco Eight had been a club this could count as a breaking in. Jennifer had her arms around Grace, really wanting to fling her to the ground and have a munch, but her lips felt too good for that to happen.  Too bad Grace couldn’t have brought along Lauren German, but these cells weren’t made for threeways.
Grace felt the only way Jennifer’s jugs could make this better was if she’d just given birth – new mother’s milk was unbeatable. Still, she wasn’t complaining with what she was sucking now; she moved back to check them out. Jennifer’s breasts looked even better with a little glistening of Grace’s saliva on the nipples, and knowing she kept up her braless habits in prison made Grace jealous (she liked to go commando as well, but having less to hide meant less to tease with).
To the delight of a couple of prisoners on the other side of the level who were enjoying the show, they could see Jennifer’s long, naked body up against the bars, with one of said bars resting right on her asscleft so that the buns on either side were going through the bar spaces, Had Grace been slamming any harder it would have left several deep impressions, not that Jennifer would have minded. In any case, Grace’s lips and body were moving down the girl, stopping when they got to her blonde thatch.
“So you couldn’t be bothered to get it dyed?” she asked Jennifer.
“Actually, I did,” the girl admitted. “I just didn’t get it done again before I wound up here.”
“You can’t get anyone in your family to get you any?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:44:49 AM

“I don’t get visitors,” Jennifer said, forgetting naked Grace Park for a moment. “My folks disowned me after the guilty verdict.”
“Man, you got the worst hand of the game… but I got connections,” Grace grinned, stroking Jennifer’s silky pussy hairs. “Garnier or Clairol?”
“Herbal Essences, thank you very much,” Jennifer laughed, and grabbed Grace’s head. “Now shut up and eat me.”
“Your wish is my command… front or back?”
“Back. It’s been a while.”
“I can’t believe no one’s eaten that sweet ass in days…” Grace rolled her eyes as the curvy young woman moved around and waved to the two cons watching, accidentally (apparently) standing so that her pussy wasn’t blocked by any of the bars.
Grace’s arm curled around Jennifer’s waist, and pulled her backwards and down onto the floor; Grace then greeted the girl with a kiss. “They’ve had their fun, now it’s my turn. You can go on top if you want.”
“I was planning to,” Jennifer cackled as Grace turned herself around, legs spread in the best men’s magazine fashion with front and back doors both visible. Suspecting the two cons on the other side were still watching – which they were – Jennifer got up and slowly walked around to Grace’s head, letting the two see her from top to toe.
“She’ll be mine,” first convict Eva Green declared.
“Dream on,” second convict Brooklyn Decker replied.
Unaware of the prisoners fighting for her favour, Jennifer gently lay down on top of Grace, her eyes seeking out and finding the hacker’s rear entrance. Her tongue wasn’t as fast as Grace’s, who was furrowing inside Jennifer in seconds; each one had a back door that was all nice and soft and puckery, and while Jennifer’s had more… um… padding around it than Grace’s, what the latter had was fun to feel.
They were lost in each other’s rumps, each with their lips kissing the tight holes in the brief moments their tongues weren’t probing them – Jennifer loved to eat ass, boy or girl alike. And Grace’s little butt was soooo nice; her tongue kept widening the hole, and she wished she had herself some kind of synthetic dick to seal the deal. Underneath her body Jennifer felt Grace quivering as she enjoyed what she had, and Jennifer let herself smile…
Jennifer raised her head to get a brief gasp of air, and then almost lost her appetite at what she saw. There on the other side of the bars, watching them with thin lips, was Cate the Straight.
“How can you do that?” the Australian asked, one hand near her nightstick.
“It’s pretty easy,” Jennifer replied casually. “You should try it sometime with your husband.”
“Not in a million years, Lawrence,” said the guard as Grace peered round her fleshy female lover.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:56:30 AM

“Enjoying the view, Blanchett?” Grace cackled, pointing to Miss Lawrence as she moved out from under her.  “This here is what’s known as an amazing body; you probably don’t know what it’s like to touch one.”
“Or have one,” Jennifer laughed, as Cate’s eyes narrowed to nearly-shut status.
“Get some clothes on, sluts,” the guard hissed and walked off. Grace and Jennifer peered after her.
“Cute ass – too bad she’s tight EVERYWHERE, know what I mean? Not like Gemma. Or you,” Grace added, slapping Jennifer’s full and round cheeks.
“Or Blake,” Jennifer added, kissing Grace’s rock-hard nipples. “I checked her out in the gym yesterday.”
“Colour me surprised. But you’re never going to do more than look, Jenny.”
“I can’t even get to the shower the same time as her,” the girl grumbled.
“Neither can I. At least I got her pictures to remember her by…”
“Whoa – she did nude shots?!”
“Cellphone pics from some guy she hooked up with; he stuck them online on one of those ‘look at my hot girlfriend’ sites. Too bad she was asleep instead of really posing – her body rates a whole damn spread instead of blurry pixels.”
“You’re telling me…”
“Think you could let me take a few snaps?” Grace asked.
“Well, you’d be my first… girl,” Jennifer replied, playing with her breasts. “I’ve done the boyfriend thing as well.”
“Oh, I almost forgot… can you meet us in the library later on?”
“Who’s ‘us’?”
“Me, Roselyn, Emma… the whole gang. After lunch yesterday we let them know about you – most of them,” Grace added, not forgetting how embarrassed Shay had looked when she realised she’d forgotten to tell Hayden. “We all agreed you should be part of it.”
“Part of what?” Jennifer asked, interest peaking.
“Not here. Tell you later,” Grace said as she started calculating how long it would take for her to get her iPhone and get back here - once she picked up where they left off. “You’ll love it, don’t worry. Now where were we….?”
She spread open Jennifer’s legs and dived right in; the girl was loving it already.
* * * * * * * * *
Pete was a good driver; his parents could be proud of him for that at least.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:58:30 AM

Even though his eyes were watching the road around him, his mind was back at the prison – he was thinking about Blake. For once it wasn’t about her lips tenderly sucking him, but about the message she’d given him… to get hold of transport for a friend of theirs. Apparently she was a single mum who’d been good to Blake and her friends in prison, and they wanted her to be able to pick the whole family up.
Which was why he was motoring the Ford E-Series van through northeast Sacramento, heading for a particular street corner; traffic wasn’t too bad this afternoon, mercifully. Pete had a nervous moment when he thought someone would get into that spot before he could slip the van in, but his luck held; the young man parked it securely, and climbed out. As he really was a good driver, he didn’t leave the scene without putting some coins in the meter; Blake had whispered to him in between kisses that three hours worth should be enough.
The young man headed away, allowing thoughts of Blake Lively to fill his head and hoping and dreaming he might be able to see her again some day. And if not, he’d always have the memories of the woman who saved him from dying a virgin…
About three hours later, a bus pulled up by a stop two blocks away and let out four passengers. Two headed for a shop, the third sat to wait for the friend he was supposed to meet up with, and the fourth started to walk down the street; the passenger stopped by the van, took out the skeleton key she had with her and opened the door with it, noting when she entered and sat down that Pete had left the keys for the van by the pedals instead of leaving them in the ignition as a come-on for thieves.
Rachel Bilson picked up the keys, started up the van and drove off just as the meter ran out.
* * * * * * * * * *
Though one of the better prison libraries around, it still wasn’t noted for its air conditioning. But even if it had been going full blast, Jennifer Lawrence felt she’d still have broken into a sweat as soon as she entered that afternoon.
Hail, hail, the gang was all there. Jaime Pressly was standing by a shelf selecting books and doodling in them, probably drawing moustaches on the pictures inside (with a pen, yet).  Blake Lively and Shay Mitchell were at a table playing cards – not for money or cigarettes (anyway, neither of them smoked); it looked more like Go Fish. Emma Roberts was logging in a few returns behind the desk and trying hard to look intimidatingly at Jaime in mid-vandalising. A few feet away, Grace Park was having an animated discussion with Hayden Panettiere about whether Nickelodeon or Disney had the cutest girls (Hayden was a Mouse girl, Grace was all Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick Ni-Nick-Nick-Nick). Megan Fox was sitting by herself, popping back M&Ms by the handful.
And Roselyn Sanchez was standing near the door, in discussion with… wait a minute, that black-haired girl with a few blonde roots looked familiar. Jennifer had seen her around the prison, of course, but there was something about her – not just the eyes…
“Hey, teammate!” Megan called, seeing Jennifer. “Welcome to the club.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 05:59:23 AM

The others all turned to greet her, setting aside what they were doing and coming up to her. “So you’ve been screwed along with us, huh?” Emma said, with a rueful grin. “Woman’s got long tentacles.”
“That she does,” the beautiful black-haired girl with Roselyn agreed.
“She’s probably got more people around here,” Grace added.
“But no more hitchhikers, right?” Hayden asked, eyeing Jennifer. “Not that I mind the company…”
“You’re such a slut,” Blake said, rolling her eyes.
“Ain’t we all, sweetass?” Jaime cackled.
“We could ‘use the company’ for something else, anyway,” Megan pointed out. “The more distractions the better.”
“So we’re just here for our bodies?” Jennifer asked the tattooed brunette, mock-offended.
“Whatever works…”
“I don’t know if the two of you’ve ever met,” the leader added, turning to the blackhaired girl as Jennifer began to shake hands and exchange howdys. “Jennifer, this is Olivia Wilde; Olivia, meet Jennifer Lawrence—“
“Wait a minute… we HAVE met,” the latter interrupted, her eyes widening. Olivia had also started with recognition; everything had clicked right into place the second they looked at each other.
“Well, duh!” Grace said. “Remy Hadley’s not the size of Texas and you’re in the same block…”
“No, before that,” Olivia said slowly. “This girl’s part of the reason why I’m here.”
Jennifer yanked her hand back from Olivia’s sharply. “I did NOT take that money, Baby Blue Eyes! And if you think I did—“
“I KNOW you didn’t!” the ex-bank employee snapped, making Jennifer go from angry to glad to surprised in the space of a few seconds. Everyone else had their eyes on Olivia, as she composed herself – she hadn’t meant to get angry at her, because they were all in the same boat here.
“So who did?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know who exactly, but I think I know who was behind it. Didn’t Megan tell you?”
“I told Roselyn,” the Fox replied. “We both agreed the rest of us should hear it from you.”
Olivia nodded. “After you told me about that mistake in your account, I started to dig around and I had a word with one of my co-workers, a friend of mine. The son of a bitch was called Riley…”
* * * * * * * * * *
The son of a bitch was, at that time, more than just a friend.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:22:11 AM

Olivia wasn’t a member of the mile high club yet; she’d settled for the several hundred feet club, in this case Riley’s eleventh floor apartment. She’d warmed to him in the months since he’d joined Global Financial; he was the perfect man – the mind of an accountant inside the body of a “Freshmen” model (she loved to read gay porn mags, because all the men were hot and she could imagine she was the only woman they’d want to… um… give a try). Riley had a smile on his face that was pitched perfectly between delight and smugness, in part because of the size of his cock and in part because two stunning women were licking either side of it – Olivia on the left, and Jill Roberts on the right. Olivia’s tongue was moving up, Jill’s going down along the sacs.
Jill was one of Riley’s ladyfriends, or so he claimed; Olivia suspected she hadn’t been his “ladyfriend” for very long, judging from the way she was now playing with his balls in her mouth. Still, as Olivia crested Riley’s erection and circled it with her tongue, she wasn’t that bothered. Her mouth closed around his dick as she started to swallow it, slurping down and secretly hoping he’d be impressed at how she could fit it all in. (Olivia was herself pretty impressed by how much she had to fit in.)
Riley had his hands busy rubbing Olivia’s rump and Jill’s head thanks to how they were positioned; Jill had a lovely bubble butt on her, but Olivia’s tight little seat wasn’t exactly a pain to fondle either. The redheaded Roberts reached up and rested her hand on the buttcheek Riley wasn’t stroking, releasing his balls from her mouth and turning her attention to Olivia. His smile jacked up the delight several notches as he watched Jill kiss the brunette’s lovely erect nipples.
Olivia stopped sucking Riley’s cock long enough to turn to Jill and kiss her; their tongues went into each other’s mouths, both women looking as if they were liking how his dick tasted.  Olivia cupped one of Jill’s bouncy funbags, impressed at what her surgeon had done.
“Please sir,” Jill said to Riley in an embarrassing English accent, “I want some more.”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Olivia laughed as she got ready to move up Riley. “And don’t worry, once we get the condoms on you’ll get to put that big slab of yours up me.”
Riley made a face.
“They’re flavoured this time.”
The smile returned as Olivia’s long body slid up him while Jill went back down to have his cock all to herself. If Jill’s strawberry coloured nipples were the best part of her body, Olivia Wilde’s pussy was probably the best part of *hers*; he couldn’t wait to slip his tongue into that hot little slit. Perfectly synced, Jill closed her mouth around his rod just as his mouth kissed Olivia’s box; some women he had been were gorgeous but had snatches Oscar the Grouch would have felt needed a clean, others had been a little plain but were as well cared for below as a country garden. But this one… exquisite.
Up on his shoulders, Olivia gasped as she felt his tongue licking her slowly; she could have felt him tasting her all night, but she knew that it wouldn’t last long – she could already feel him starting to speed up as the tip of his tongue touched her clit. Whenever a guy giving her head was getting head, it always meant he’d lose it; he was grunting into her cunt right now, all thanks to the human vacuum cleaner between his legs, gulping away and sucking every single inch of what he had.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:23:21 AM

Olivia howled as his tongue hit her button, each little flick he gave it with the tip sending thrills through her body. It moved around her box like a snake, leaving her with pleasure instead of poison; she could feel herself starting to cream, her legs not exactly kicking but definitely touching Jill’s grinding shoulders. Her gasps began to get louder as she felt herself losing it, feeling his fingers digging into her asscleft, the one that she was hoping his cock would be going into later on.
Maybe it was the thought of having Riley inside her that did it, but Olivia’s cunt sent all the shockwaves through her body at that time, making her scream in delight as she dug her own fingers into him, her head thrown back and looking up at the ceiling as she came on top of him.
Riley himself began to grunt/shout between her legs; Jill was drinking all the cum that was rushing out of him, her mouth wrapped so tightly around his cock that not one single drop of it was wasted. She sucked and swallowed him until the man was spent, and even then she only let it out of her mouth with what seemed to be reluctance  - but if the shaking Olivia, catching her breath, could have seen Jill’s expression as she looked up and took in what she could see between Miss Wilde’s legs, she’d have known Jill was just readying for the next course.
“Mind if I join in?”
Olivia rapidly looked over her shoulder, Riley peeked around her side, and Jill quickly glanced towards where the voice came from.
The English accented voice, far more convincing than Jill’s, came from the doorway in which a beautiful  Rosie Huntington-Whiteley calmly looked at the three naked lovers. The three naked lovers looked back at her as Olivia moved down off the man less coolly than she’d have liked.
“Rosie?!?” Riley shouted.
Olivia glanced at him as he mouthed “Girlfriend.”
“He’s your guy?!” she yelled at the blonde. “But I thought—“
“I don’t believe it… I was coming! You should’ve waited for me!” Rosie laughed.
The relief on Riley’s face was nothing next to that on Jill’s. As for Olivia, what the heck – it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done girl on girl on girl. And this girl… great lips, tight trim body… could be fun.
“Can I ask you a little question before playtime?” Rosie asked.
“Sure,” Jill breathed.
“I meant the girl with the blue eyes,” Rosie corrected, looking at Olivia. “Do you like boys or girls?”
“Honestly,” Olivia said with a grin as she took Riley’s stiffening rod in hand, “boys. Always boys.”
“YES!” the English blonde laughed, giving the ménage a trois a thumbs-up as she brought her other hand out from behind the door frame and blew Jill’s cheerful head right off.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:25:53 AM

The girl’s corpse splattered over the bed, leaving some blood on Riley as a shocked scream went through the room even after the three gunshots had faded; the shattered Olivia jerked backwards onto the floor away from the gruesome scene, staring at what had been alive a few seconds ago. And at what was left of Jill’s face.
“WHAA?!?! WHADAHELL!!? YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!!!!” Olivia wailed, flinging her eyes towards Riley. “SHE FUCKING KILLED HER!!! SHE….”
Then she noticed that she was the only one in the room who seemed shocked by this. Riley was glancing at the dead girl as if she was a week-old newspaper before walking away from the bed, and the girl in the doorway with the gun in her hand was smiling at her almost pityingly. But maybe he was affected after all – he was walking a little unsteadily, bumping into the table…
“Right answer, sweetie,” the blonde told her. “You ready?”
By the time Olivia realised the last two words were directed at Riley, Rosie had let off three more shots. The first bullet missed him and left its mark in the wall, the second winged his right arm, but the third shot went right into his leg, leaving some more blood to add to what was in the room as the man kept moving.
And Riley hadn’t made more than a grunt, as if he was… prepared for it. Olivia looked in shock at the other two, trying not to let her eyes go over to the poor girl on the bed and wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
“What a beautiful man,” Rosie said to Olivia casually. “I am SO glad you said you like boys – wasn’t looking forward to killing him. Rise and shine,” she continued, pointing the gun at her as Riley stumbled out. “Time for a bathroom break.”
“A WHAT?”
“I’d love to play with you like I did with Jill, but I’m not allowed. Let’s go.”
The dazed brunette walked into the bathroom, Rosie walking behind her.
“I like your bum, by the way,” the English woman said casually, patting it. “It’s beautiful. Almost as nice as my baby Rhona’s… too bad I can’t get to play with it.”
“Thank goodness for small mercies,” Olivia muttered.
“No blood anywhere on you either – perfect.”
“But… but what did I…”
“It’s not me, honest,” Rosie said. “You were asking too many questions at work, and my girl Rhona doesn’t like it. Can’t kill you, though – gets even more questions…”
“About what? What did I…”
“That big ‘deposit’ someone made? You told Riley, Riley told me, I told Rhona. Want to play a game?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:28:05 AM

That last request threw Olivia off as Rosie indicated the bathroom cabinet.
“Play a… game? What the hell…”
“Open the door and see all the people,” Rosie giggled, the unshaking gun on her convincing Olivia rushing her wouldn’t work. With her hand shaking, the woman opened the cabinet door to be greeted with the usual – mouthwash, toothpaste… and pills. Several bottles of pills, at least two shelves worth.
“Now Rhona wants you to take your medicine like a good girl,” the English blonde told her.
“No…” Olivia whispered. This wasn’t happening.
“Go on, you’ll be okay,” Rosie assured her, raising the gun to Olivia’s eyeline. “Take the medicine, doesn’t matter which ones – it’s all good…”
Now trembling, Olivia picked up a container – she didn’t know or care which one – ripped off the top and poured out a handful while Rosie, still with the gun trained on her, took the glass normally used for post-teeth-cleaning rinsing and put it under the tap, turning it and filling it with water all while watching the other woman. Olivia looked at the pills, trying to will fate to change this; then she saw Rosie standing there, gun in one hand and glass of water in the other.
Olivia threw the pills into her mouth, crunching them and grimacing as she took the water, only then noticing that Rosie was wearing latex gloves. The blonde eyed her almost tenderly as Olivia swallowed the pills, gagging at the bitter taste and wishing she could puke them up, but just praying that it would be quick.
They were down inside her now; she watched the gun. Maybe if she tried, she actually could bring them up – if she could get it on this blonde maybe it might shake her a bit, and then…
Too late. Olivia felt herself starting to lose the support of her legs as the drugs suffused her system, Rosie watching her all the time. “…Why?...” she asked, seeing the blonde start to move closer.
“The way my girl Rhona has it, you killed Jill out there,” Rosie said airily as Olivia wavered and took a stumbling step towards her. “Mad because he was carrying on with her behind your back…”
“Riley and I aren’t…”
“That’s not what he’s telling the police,” Rosie interrupted with a laugh. “And the two of you did go out for drinks a couple of times, all friendly and everything… anyway, what did Roni say? Oh yeah – you blew Jill’s brains out and tried to kill Riley, but then you couldn’t finish the job and came in here to try and kill yourself.”
“With an empty gun…?”
“Pulled the trigger, found you lost count,” the blonde told her as Olivia slowly sank to the tiles, trying to keep this sick blonde in focus.  “So you tried to OD, and that’s how the cops found you.”
“The cops….?” Olivia moaned, struggling to stay awake as Rosie gently put the gun in her right hand.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:29:49 AM

“Oh, yeah – Riley called the police once he got shot. I always forget something.”
“Someone saw…”
“No one saw me coming in, and no one’ll see me out,” Rosie assured her. “Shame we never got to bed – I could have had some fun with you. You’ve got a great body, Olivia. They’ll love it in prison.”
Rosie backing out of the bathroom and closing the door was the last thing Olivia saw before the blackness got her.
* * * * * * * * *
“The next thing I knew I was in hospital with a stomach pump and the police outside,” Olivia finished. “I told them what happened, and none of them believed me…  I guess I wouldn’t have believed it either if I’d been in their shoes.”
“And this was all from my account?” Jennifer asked slowly. This was looking like deeper shit than she’d thought.
“You know what made it worse?” Olivia continued bitterly. “Rosie was there. Right there at the trial.”
The others goggled, gaped and whistled depending on who they were. “She plugs someone and she’s there in the audience?” an impressed Jaime asked. “Girl must have balls the size of Canada.”
“Rosie wasn’t in the audience,” Olivia said. “She was in the STAND.”
“Wait… WHAT?!” Megan shouted. “They called her up…”
“As a witness for the prosecution, yeah – sat right there and lied her heart out. She even said I liked making crap up to look good sometimes. I heard the lawyers tried to get her to wear something that didn’t end at her labia – it didn’t work. I guess the male jurors got swayed by what she was showing.”
“At least you HAD some,” Blake muttered.
Roselyn nodded sourly; it hadn’t escaped their notice that the jury that convicted them was made up of nine women and three men. At least two of whom were gay.
Olivia had to clench her fists at the memory; Rosie sitting there as cute as a button and almost as deep, telling the lawyers how Olivia had been close to “her boy” Riley and insanely jealous of anyone who got near him, not long after Riley had been spouting similar lies himself. With the real murderer in the dock it was Legally Blonde or an episode of Perry Mason for real, except that there was no tripping up by the witness, no brilliant(ish) lawyer to seize on the mistake like a hungry dog grabbing a bone, no tearful confession. Olivia had had to sit there and watch her come out with more crap than the entire Western USA sewage system, and even when Olivia had tried to pin Rosie down at the scene she’d discovered that the stinking English rose had been right – no one had seen her come in, or go out.
“And this Rosie Huntington-Whatever works for Rhona?” Hayden asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:35:05 AM

“Based on what she said about my ass and Rhona’s, probably more than ‘works.’ “
“So maybe we try and have a word with her once we’re outta here,” Jaime added. “Find her, find Rhona… I got my ways. Long time since I fucked a Brit. One that didn’t look like a damn iguana.”
Emma, who knew exactly who Jaime was talking about, shuddered at the memory of Horny Helen.
“It’s going to take more than sex to break her,” Olivia told her.
“Yeah, right,” Jaime replied.
“Jaime, the girl killed someone she didn’t even know like she was cleaning off makeup! Think a hard fuck could break someone like that? Someone like YOU?“ Grace pointed out.
“And anyway,” Olivia added, “when we find the whore, she’s mine.”
“Can I get sharesies?” Jennifer asked.
“Sure, why not? You can sit on her while I kick her head in…”
“Before you do that, we’ll need you to chip in on distraction duty,” Roselyn told them. “Nobody rides for free on this train.”
“You mean this truck, or whatever the guy scrounges up for us,” Megan replied. “Hope it’s bigger than what Rhona saddled us with…”
“What guy?” Olivia asked.
“That was my job,” Blake said with a smile. “I sweettalked one of the boys who’s in love with me… we chose him because he lives in Sacramento. Practically right next door.”
“It’ll be waiting for us when we get down the mountain,” Roselyn continued. “Shay and Emma committed the way out of here to memory, so they’ll be leading us.”
“You couldn’t have gotten the plans in here,” Olivia pointed out.
“We didn’t. You can thank the pride of Channel 7 here,” Grace grinned, indicating Hayden.
“The EX-pride,” the ex-reporter corrected ruefully.
“Actually, it was her girlfriend who kicked it all off,” Blake continued, looking at Hayden with something almost like pride.
“She researched the layout of Remy Hadley and the geography,” Roselyn continued, “and each time she visited Hayden she brought another piece of the puzzle.”
“How’d she…OHHH,” Jennifer’s question was answered by Hayden pointing to her pussy.
“You want to be inspired? Try seeing your girlfriend get a life sentence for being mixed up with us PLUS fifteen years for ‘robbing’ Torcoletti’s and ‘beating up Ashley Benson,’” Emma added sympathetically; they all had sentences for their other crimes running consecutively instead of concurrently with the big one, and whether it was online fraud (Grace), the odd bit of underage sex (Blake, even though the guys had all consented), car theft (Megan) or outright murder (Jaime), life plus whatever was still too long.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:35:33 AM

“The plans also show where the cameras are,” Roselyn continued, trying to forget all the years the courts had tacked onto HER life sentence. “And that’s where Grace comes in. She’s got an in with the guards—“
“And vice versa,” Jaime cackled.
“—and on her last tech visit she ran a little system check,” Roselyn continued to continue. “That check put a little countermand into the systems so when the other cells automatically lock at 10 tonight, ours won’t. It’s also going to black out the cameras on our route, but we still need free access to get from one area to another… Emma?”
The safecracker patted her shirt pocket. “One genuine authorized Remy Hadley keycard, taken from the warden through Buttcrack Express. It’ll get us to the exit, and to the other way out if we need it.”
“What other way?” Olivia asked.
“We’re getting out through the sewers,” Megan explained. “Maintenance left two ways in; one of them is WAAAAY on the other side, near the gym. But the other one is right here in our block, and it’s also a lot closer to where all the shit comes out.”
“And if any shit comes down…” Jaime grinned. “I got that.”
“We probably all will,” Jennifer agreed. “Especially if we meet Kristen Stewart on the way.”
“I don’t think that’ll happen, but noted,” Roselyn said. “Did you get the things from the machine shop, Megan?”
“Uh-huh. A couple of cutters, a few screwdrivers… nothing big, but they’ll do the job. He said it was worth it.” Megan smiled at Olivia, who almost smiled back.
“And thanks to Shay here, we’ve got a place lined up for when we get back to San Francisco,” Roselyn continued. “It won’t be the Ritz but it’ll be home until this is over. But you’ve still got a job to do - you, Olivia and Jennifer will have to set up a little distraction to keep the guards in our section busy,” Roselyn replied.
“I can just guess what kind that’ll be,” the family criminal sighed.
“Oh, like you don’t want it,” Grace laughed.
“Let’s just hope none of the guys are on duty tonight,” Shay added.
“Speak for yourself,” Olivia replied. “You might have to take one for the team.”
“So all goes well, we get in the tunnels and out of here before 11,” Roselyn finished. “Now all of you get out of here and try to get some rest.”
“Yes, mommy,” Emma said cutely, turning to leave.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:36:44 AM

“Oh, and Blake?” Jennifer said casually, inwardly biting the bullet at what she was about to say.
“That’s my name,” replied the tall blonde.
“Grace was right – you should do some more nude shots. Seriously, cellphone pics when you’re sleeping do NOT do that body justice.”
Blake stared at Jennifer, thunderstruck, before her gaze started to drift around the gang as the other ladies eyed her like they’d gotten early birthday presents.
“Ooh, spread-shots?” Hayden asked with a giggle.
“Should’ve known you’d do that,” Megan chuckled.
“Now why didn’t I think a’ that?” cackled Jaime.
“You never told us you had naked pictures out there,” Emma added with a smile as Blake’s eyes went from one member to the next, wishing she could just crawl off somewhere.
“You’re right…” the blonde said quietly, as she turned away.
And sharply backhanded Grace across her mouth, sending the computer queen tumbling to the floor hard amidst surprised gasps from the others.  With a piercing yell as she landed, Grace brought a hand to her mouth as the blonde stood over her, eyes blazing.
“…I never told ANY of you about them!” Blake added, her chest heaving in anger.  “You got something to say to us, Grace?”
“What brought that on, Boobs?” Jaime asked, secretly impressed that Blake had brought out a little blood on Grace’s lips. “She try to feel you up in the showers again?”
“I’ll tell you what brought that on,” Blake snapped, facing the shocked faces of the other women. “Those pictures were taken by some guy I met last year… I didn’t even know about them at first because he posed me when I was asleep – but until today I thought there were only three people who knew about them. Me, the guy who took them… and the reason we’re all here tonight.”
She then glared down at Grace. “When Rhona picked me up she showed me those pictures – she said it was her brother who took them on his phone, and that’s how they tracked me down. You were the only one of us who told Jennifer about them, and you said they were cellphone pictures. And you said I was SLEEPING.”
Slowly, every other woman in the room turned to look at Grace, still on the floor.
“You heard her,” the usually gentle Shay said in a tone none of the others had heard from her before. “You got something to say to us?”
“Oh crap…” the hacker said quietly.
“BESIDES that!” shouted Jaime.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:38:45 AM

“Hey, come on…” Grace said nervously as she started to get up. “You’re not really gonna take the word of this damn breeder, are—“
Grace suddenly found herself coming up a lot faster than she’d planned, helped along by Roselyn grabbing her shirt and hauling her up, whirling her around and slamming her against the shelves, shooting sudden pain through her spine – though it made her feel better than what she saw in the leader’s eyes as Roselyn held her there.
“If it weren’t for a ‘damn breeder’ you wouldn’t be here today. And my GIRLFRIEND is the MOTHER of my SON, you lying little tramp,” she hissed. “My son who I WILL be seeing again, no thanks to you. If you *ever* call Blake or anyone that name again, I swear I’ll—“
“ROSELYN!” Megan shouted.
The leader glared at the shaking, sweating Grace before loosening her hold a little. “There’s one of you, and nine of us. If you want to get out of this room alive, talk.” 
“Rhona was never going to show up the day after the job,” the hacker began, avoiding the other eyes. “We were all supposed to get caught from the start. Even me.”
“Why?” asked Olivia.
“Because a couple of years ago I did something stupid; doesn’t matter what it was – just that it was stupid enough that I could have gotten killed for it. Rhona found out, and told me if I started working for her she’d take care of it. I did, and she did. Come this job she told me she’d get me out of here after six months or so; get moved to a country club prison somewhere for good behaviour, maybe even break me out. “
“But we split up,” Blake pointed out. “How could she have known we’d still all be caught?”
“Oh, she knew. Just before she assembled us she gave me…” Grace then gave Emma a pleading look and mouthed “I’m sorry.”
“Go on,” Emma said flatly.
“Rhona gave me some tracers so her people all over the state could keep track of you. After I ate you out,” she continued, looking at Emma again, “I put them in the bags you put the take in when you split it up… once we left I told Rhona which of us were heading where, so if the cops hadn’t found you in about three days or whatever they were going to get a little tip as to where you might be. The cops had Blake’s face from some security camera, and that Puritan who saw Shay ratted her out, so they only needed the tracer on…”
“So THAT’S how they found us after we dumped the ride!” Jaime snarled. “Fucking Judas!”
“And then the Hand of Rhona was getting you out and leaving us here to rot?” Megan asked. “I’m sorry, Hayden…”
“What for?” asked the small blonde.
“For not letting you shoot her back then.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:39:26 AM

“She’s probably got the warden wrapped around her finger too,” Jennifer muttered.
“Her or that guard she’s always fucking,” Hayden added. “Probably told her everything…”
“No, I didn’t!” Grace pleaded, seeing the others start to crowd around her.  “None of them know, honest! The timer I put in to keep the locks open is still on the system – we can still do this!”
“Wrong,” Roselyn said coldly. “WE can still do this.”
Grace’s eyes went from one ice-cold female expression to the next; until now she had never imagined that any of them besides Jaime Pressly was capable of killing. But now all of them – even Emma, even that midget reporter, and even Blake – they all had the look she’d seen on her ex-boss’s face the night she’d done “something stupid.” She had barely escaped that night, and that had been out in the open.
“Just… just make it quick,” she found herself saying in a fearful, trembling voice.
“You don’t get a last request,” Roselyn replied, and the group fell on Grace.
 * * * * * * * * *
One hour later, the library was deserted. The still form of Grace Park lay by the shelves; her uniform had been torn apart around her cut and bruised body. She had been kicked, scratched and even bitten, and her face was decorated with an eye which wouldn’t be open for the next few days. But it WOULD open.
As she slowly stirred, starting to get to her feet and gather what was left of her clothing, she winced – just the tiniest movements hurt, but she could deal with the pain. There was only one thought on her mind… she had to find Gossip Girl.
Or rather, who GG would be with.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was coming towards the end of their shift. Cate Blanchett clomped into the locker room, exhausted, pissed off but glad she’d be able to head home soon. She kicked off her shoes and started to peel off her sweaty guard uniform; she was always glad to leave this at Remy Hadley.
“Cate?”
Scarlett Johansson stood by her locker, having come in just after the older guard.
“Is this important?”
“Actually, it is,” the pouty young woman replied, walking towards her. “Why do you give the prisoners such a hard time? Even the ones who stay out of trouble?"
"Honestly want to know?"
"Honestly."
Cate sighed. "I just don't understand these women. All their feelings, their desires..."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:40:10 AM

"They're convicts, they have urges," Scarlett pointed out. "What's to understand? You've worked in prisons before this. It's something else, isn't it?"
"All right, I admit it. I hate these women so much because... because sometimes I dream about them."
"You do?" asked Scarlett.
"Yes. And not the kind of dreams I used to have - about catching them breaking out and bringing them back," Cate continued. "Other ones. Steamier ones. And last week I was in here with that new girl, Wossy-something..."
"Caroline Wozniacki?"
"That's the one. She was changing into her uniform and I just couldn't stop looking at her legs." Cate shook her head to try and clear it of the memory. "I feel so impure... like there's something in me I have to cut out..."
"Shhhh, Cate," Scarlett said, patting her shoulder. "It's okay - no one's going to tell on you here. Actually, as long as we're confessing things I've always liked her myself."
"Yes, but you like women anyway-"
"I've always liked YOU, Cate," the young guard interrupted. "And if you want someone to... to let it out on - you know, someone who you can be yourself with, I'm here. No questions asked, no judgements. Just let yourself be you - you know you want it. You wouldn't be at Remy Hadley if you didn't want it. Deep down you've always wanted a woman... and you've always wanted that woman to be me."
Cate's finely chiseled face softened as much as it could as Scarlett's words hit home. The girl was right; all the bravado, all the steely ice-cold glares... it was all an act. As the willowy Australian reflected on what had been said, she felt the cushion-lipped guard's hands flying around her body and shedding her clothes as she stood there unresisting. Not that she would have.
For each piece of Cate’s clothing Scarlett pulled off, she took off one of her own until the two guards faced each other in nothing but underwear. Scarlett hid the instinctive satisfied smirk she always put on whenever she was wearing a bra around women who, like Cate, were less well endowed.
“Can I keep these on?” the Australian asked. “I’m still not really…”
“It’s okay,” Scarlett assured her, taking her few remaining pieces of attire off. “I’ve got enough for the both of us – see? Nothing to worry about… I’m just like you underneath.”
“Except maybe a little younger,” Nina Agdal giggled at the side.
“NINA!!!” the two guards snapped, the mood temporarily broken.
“Sorry, sorry,” the blonde convict said to Scarlett Johansson and Cate Blanchett in the open-plan locker room. VERY open-plan, in fact, due to it being outside in a far corner of Remy Hadley’s playing field; Nina eyed the guards, hoping her little interruption hadn’t ruined the afternoon.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:41:20 AM

“We told you before, you can watch but you can’t talk,” Scarlett, who looked remarkably like Hayden Panettiere, said to her.
“Just for that you don’t get to join in this time,” Cate, or as she was better known Emma Roberts, added with her Australian accent taking a breather.
“Fuck.” Nina’s disappointment was defused by the sight of Emma’s slim, sexy body in practical underwear; Emma having a small rack and Hayden having more in the way of booty meant the roles cast themselves. Too bad that the rules of the game meant Emma/Cate couldn't be naked yet; she had to be more relaxed around women in this situation.
"Shhhh," Hayden/Scarlett said to the older one - older in this scenario, anyway. "We'll ease you in gently. If it helps, you can shut your eyes and pretend I've got a really, really small penis."
"No guy smells that good," Emma/Cate pointed out. "And your body's too smooth."
Hayden/Scarlett leaned in close and gently kissed Emma/Cate's lips. "Do I kiss like a man?"
"I've had worse," she admitted, as Emma reminded herself she was Cate Blanchett, the guard who was sick at the thought of kissing girls; not Emma Roberts, the prisoner who wanted to tongue-fuck Hayden Panettiere's asshole until Prohibition came back.
"Remember when you were at Josephson's? All those guys? You must have had dreams about some of them, and some of them had to be... a little girlish," Hayden/Scarlett continued. "Picture yourself with one of them, and then picture yourself with..."
"I never liked the ones who looked like girls," Emma/Cate admitted. "I like boys who look like boys - but I can try..."
Closing her eyes, Emma/Cate kissed the part of Hayden/Scarlett's neck where it joined her shoulders, blessing the day they'd started to play this game. It had been after the first meeting in the library; talk had gotten around to the guards, and Emma and Hayden had ranked which ones (girls only, duh) they'd bang if things were different. Both ranked Jane Lynch right at the bottom, with Jessica Alba taking home the gold for Hayden and Hilary Duff winning for Emma.
"You know who I'd go for after Jessica, though?" Hayden had added.
"Meryl Streep?" Emma had asked.
"Already did her," the blonde had laughed. "Not bad for an older woman. But I was thinking... Cate the Straight."
"BLANCHETT?!? Are you high or nuts?"
"I know she's sharp-faced, but she hasn't got a bad shape on her. Surprisingly sexy legs too... be fun to fuck the hate out of her."
"Please," Emma had said with eyes rolling. "Even Blake isn't as bad as her."
"No harm in playing," Hayden had pointed out. "You could be Cate, and I could be..."

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:41:59 AM

That time, Emma had been Hilary Duff. Each time out "Cate" had been "turned" by a different guard - one time it had even been a guy - and now, it was "Scarlett Johansson" who got to be with the Aussie.  Emma/Cate gingerly wrapped her arms around Hayden/Scarlett, picturing her breasts as biceps, but Hayden’s lips were way too soft to pass for a man’s, and as for her chest…
Hayden/Scarlett moved her fingers between Emma/Cate’s thighs, finding her silky pussy. The fingertips slowly, tenderly touched her lips there with the middle finger sliding in between, moving up her. The two tentatively, but in Emma/Cate’s case more eagerly, kissed; the latter’s lips initiated the next kiss on feeling the blonde’s fingers between her thighs. They weren’t rushing the job, but with each touch her snatch was getting moister; Emma/Cate had never been touched like this before – only by herself, occasionally. And even then it was never like this…
Slowly, like venturing onto unexplored territory, she lowered her head and placed her mouth around Hayden/Scarlett’s pouty left nipple, licking it and loving each tiny little freckle around the tip. Her first boyfriend had been almost as tender, but something about this girl made her feel as if she was missing something. Emma/Cate kissed the flesh around the nipple, telling herself this was a one-time-only thing… but also telling herself she wanted Hayden/Scarlett’s mouth where her fingers were.
Oh YES….! The blonde was a mind reader; gently removing Emma/Cate’s head from her chest, Hayden/Scarlett slid down the woman’s slim, heaving body, giving pleasure on the way with well-practised ease; within seconds Emma/Cate’s glistening snatch was in front of her, waiting and begging to be tasted. The blonde’s tongue moved along the opening, teasing it a little before going inside – experience taught her you couldn’t convert them the first time, but you could put them off it for good if you went wrong. And this one was so fine Hayden/Scarlett wasn’t about to let her down.
Even though Nina had been told not to, she knelt down and gave Hayden’s bobbing booty a kiss before moving around to Emma and planting her lips between the safecracker’s jugs. Wishing the breakout was the next day so she could enjoy Emma Roberts’s succulent little rack one more time, Nina went back to being a spectator, marvelling at how her interruption hadn’t broken either one’s concentration.
Emma/Cate looked up into the skies, her body heaving as she began to gasp under her lover’s mouth. It was true… it was all true… she had simply never found the right woman until now. Hayden/Scarlett’s tongue was taking her places she’d never been before – there were still some things only a man could give her, but not that many. The blonde’s hands stroking her thighs were just adding to her delight, making her feel sorry for the times she’d scorned all those women in their cells. Feeling the rushes of heat and ecstasy shooting all through her body, Emma/Cate screamed out the fellow guard’s name as she shuddered under the blonde’s lips and fingers, begging her not to stop – she wanted her to keep on just doing this forever…
For her part, Hayden/Scarlett’s pussy was dripping the way it always was when she tasted a beautiful woman who wasn’t about to go down on her in return; she was aching for some relief, but those were the rules of the game. The blonde licked Emma/Cate’s own warm, steaming cunt one last time before kissing it farewell – it was too lovely to leave, but duty called.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:43:40 AM

“Now was that so bad?” Hayden/Scarlett asked, resting her head against one of her friend’s thighs.
“No… not at all,” Emma/Cate replied, fondling the blonde tresses with one hand and the long, smoothly-planed item she called a nightstick lying next to her with the other.
“I can think of something better for you to do with that big stick of yours,” Hayden/Scarlett added, sliding up the fantasy guard’s willowy body.
“Not up my bum, please,” Emma/Cate said. “I’m not ready for it there yet.”
“The customer’s always right,” Hayden/Scarlett smiled, spreading her fingers between Emma/Cate’s legs again. “Give it here and lie back… you’re wet again already,” she added with a laugh.
Taking the stick and straddling the supine woman, neither of them - nor Nina - realised Leighton Meester had been watching them from a few feet away, taking it all in; what road accidents were to other people, sex was to the milk-skinned fake brunette.  Leighton wouldn’t have minded getting that from either of them herself; she was enjoying watching Hayden/Scarlett sink the stick into Emma/Cate as much as Nina.
Smiling to herself as Emma/Cate moaned in happiness with the length sliding into her, she moved on; she had an appointment to keep.
* * * * * * * * * *
Of all the prisoners in Remy Hadley, Gemma Arterton’s favourite by miles was Leighton Meester. This was partly because being a pale, long-legged brunette, Gemma matched her; and partly because whenever they met up, she always had something to say. Gemma usually had to do the work whenever the two hooked up in the daytimes, and it always had to be in Leighton’s cell - but it was worth it.
“Alexandra Chando’s been passing around the herb again,” Leighton told the guard airily, as if Gemma wasn’t licking the inside of her thigh. “The stuff her boyfriend sneaks in to her and she won’t let you guys have.”
“Share and share alike in this place,” the guard tut-tutted.
“And Alice Greczyn’s planning on not coming back when she and Nicole Anderson are on work release next week.”
“How come Anderson’s not in on it?”
“She is – wow, that’s good,” Leighton assured Gemma as the guard gave her exposed clit a little flick. “But Nikki’s got some weird plan to suck all the guards’ cocks before she’s out of here. She’s a good girl.”
Guard and prisoner had to laugh at that.
“You know what I saw on the way in? Hayden Pantyline giving Eric Roberts’ little girl head.”
“And I want to know that why?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:44:56 AM

“They were playing at being Scarlett the Harlot and Cate the Straight,” Leighton chuckled, patting Gemma’s head. “She’d have a whole HERD if she knew that.”
“Scarlett?”
“Yeah, right; like Johansson would ever turn down pussy. Oh yeah… Sarah Hyland’s got a couple of hand-made shivs in her cell; they’re for Blanchett. Think you could give the pleasure palace a go now?”
“Someone always wants to kill Cate the Straight around here,” Gemma replied. “What’s Hyland’s excuse?”
“She was Summer Glau’s cellmate and sub,” Leighton explained. “And when she… HOLY FUCK!!!””
Gemma’s mouth stopped short on its journey between Leighton’s leg and her cunt. She knew it hadn’t been anything she’d done – no one was THAT good – and she could hear someone breathing behind them. Wondering what was up, the guard snapped her round and her eyes widened.
“I knew I’d find you with her, GG. Regular as clockwork,” Grace Park said through her swollen, bleeding lips before she sat down in relief, partly because she was exhausted and partly because no one else was around. Normally Leighton’s perky unclothed rack would have been a plus, but this time sex was the last thing on her mind.
“We have to talk,” she said to Gemma. “It’s happening. Tonight.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Lockdown minus ten minutes.
Olivia Wilde had the bottom bunk to herself, with Taylor Momsen fast asleep on the top. Actually, she wasn’t so much “fast asleep” as “unconscious” – Olivia had kept her cellmate out of the loop on this because she suspected that come blastoff Taylor would decide to join them, so fifteen minutes before she’d suggested a little light bondage; a few ties to the bunkbed and one well-aimed fist later Taylor had gone beddy-byes. Now all Olivia had to do was wait…
Jennifer Lawrence had the whole cell to herself, as Grace was in the infirmary; although she hadn’t been involved with the gang from the beginning, she had weighed in with the attack as much as the rest of them. Considering how in all the press coverage of the trial no one had turned up any nude pictures of Blake, not even the prosecuting attorney, she should have known Grace was lying; and she had actually liked Grace Park, which made it worse. (And given she’d outed herself as a heterophobe, it might not have been Jennifer’s imagination that Blake Lively and Olivia Wilde had punched and kicked Grace the hardest.) Still, as she looked at the ceiling she had nothing else to do but try and forget about it, and wait…
Right on the dot at 10, the lights on the locks of the cells went from green to red; the inmates would be kept in there until 6 the next morning. Roselyn Sanchez and Zoe Kravitz watched the red light on their cell’s lock, and waited.
“How long is it supposed to be again?” Zoe asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:45:50 AM

“I think it’s about-“ Roselyn started, and that was when the cell lock went to green.
“Go,” Zoe said softly, kissing Roselyn one last time and settling back into her bunk. “Don’t worry, I know what to do…”
Roselyn opened her door, beginning the exodus - and the whistles and demands to be let out from the other prisoners and angry queries about why they hadn’t been included; “Maybe next time!” she called out to Dianna Agron, wishing she was as lucky as Blake. She was already on the ground floor…
“You sure you want to do this?” Blake asked Shay as she slid the door of their cell back.
“Absolutely not,” the dusky woman replied. “Just call it taking one for the team.”
“I could do it…”
“You already did your part,” Shay pointed out. “Just go…”
“Try not to think about it,” Blake told her reassuringly, before she strode out and ignored the wolf-whistles as she started the long walk to their destination, glad she was on the ground level – it wouldn’t take her as long to get there as the others.
“Still wanna suck on those tits, girl!” Sarah Jessica Parker cackled as Blake passed, and cursed her bad luck that the blonde was out of groping reach…
“Don’t forget what we talked about, okay?” Emma asked Nina as she stood in the cellway on the first level.
“Like I ever would,” Nina replied. “If this lands me in solitary it’ll be worth it. Don’t get caught again, Emma…”
“You got your set?” Megan asked Hayden.
“You know it. Let’s do this thing,” the blonde replied, before the two fist-bumped and stepped out onto the walkway.
Megan stopped outside Jane’s cell; the redhead and the brunette exchanged glances, Jane wishing she could be going with them, Megan wishing she could bring her…
“Don’t let ‘em get you,” Jane said, giving Megan’s hand a squeeze.
“Look me up when you’re out,” the driver replied. “Soon, right?”
Jane just nodded as she felt the hand of her cellmate on her shoulder. Megan smiled and moved away so she and Christina Aguilera could pretend they hadn’t noticed anything.
* * * * * * * * * *
Vance had been snapped out of his waiting for 10:30 and signing out time reverie on hearing the chatter and whistles from down the row; it wasn’t the first time there had been talking after lights out, but it was usually pillow talk – and it sounded like it was getting louder.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:46:34 AM

Well, he’d soon put a stop to that… keeping a grip on his nightstick, he walked towards the kissing noises and catcalls – not that he had to walk far, faced as he soon was by Shay Mitchell.
“Hi, Vance!” she called cheerfully. “I really gotta go baaad… seriously, I can’t hold it…”
“Back in the cell, Miss… and how’d you get out anyway-“
“Listen,” Shay interrupted, standing right next to the guard. “I’ve got great bladder control but it isn’t going to go on forever... can’t you just take me to the little girl’s room? You can watch if you want.”
“I don’t get off on that,” Vance told her, looking right into her eyes. Her beautiful, dark eyes… just like almonds… Vance tried to keep his mind on work, and his eyes from moving down to the open top of her uniform.
“Well, what DO you get off on?” Shay asked coyly, tracing a finger down his hard front. “You want to be my first?”
“First… what?”
“First cock,” she replied.
Vance’s mind took itself to the canteen; the day the guards had gathered when the San Francisco Eight had come in, and they’d all taken bets on who’d get to fuck which ones. Each guard had picked three names to try and score with, and much mocking had come Vance’s way when he’d drawn Hayden, Shay and Jaime… but now he finally had a shot at scoring with one. And such a sexy one as well – unlike Hayden she had never had a conjugal visit, and even though he knew she was getting plenty of action among the prison population she was probably curious about penis.
And now here was Shay Mitchell sliding her right hand down his trousers; her beautiful face lit up when she found what was inside. Her fingers began stroking his package, his smile cracking larger as he rested a hand on her side, slipping it under her shirt and mentally whooping when the fingers found her lovely left breast. Brad would be so jealous when he told him about this – too bad he’d had to sign out early.
Shay tilted her head back a little, letting him kiss her on the lips as he kept exploring her chest while she returned the favour, both ignoring the calls from the other prisoners. “These could use some air,” she told him, lifting her shirt over her head.
Vance’s eyes were glued to her gorgeous breasts, the brown nipples hypnotising him; his hands roaming her body, he kissed each one as Shay held his head closer to her chest, the better for him not to see or hear a gorgeous moled blonde slinking past the two of them. Vance’s vision was full of nothing but incredibly perfect coffee-coloured skin;  he eagerly fondled Shay’s rack before he placed his hand between her legs, wondering if he might…
“No, not tonight,” Shay told him gently, clutching him tighter. “And that’s only for girls.”
Vance’s hands spread around back, moving up beneath the lower part of her prison duds and finding her silky cheeks, working his fingers up her cleft.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:47:15 AM

“Now THAT can be unisex,” she added with a laugh. Best to leave him with something to hope for, after all. “But first...”
Shay slowly unbuckled the guard’s pants, while Vance resisted the temptation to help her out in that department; his cock was begging to go inside her somewhere – maybe not the pussy, but the mouth, the asshole, even the nostrils would do. As she went onto her knees, she pulled down his zipper and Vance’s ego swelled a bit when a few of the prisoners whistled at what they saw.
“Put that thing up ME instead!” yelled Lea Michele. “She can’t appreciate what she’s got there…”
Shay stroked Vance’s erection, licking it gingerly; it wasn’t actually her FIRST cock, but it had been the first time she’d been around one since the time back in high school when she still thought she was straight, when she’d made out with Tony Pearce and they’d had “Troy” on in the background. Tony had accused her of thinking about Joe Ryan while they’d fucked, because he had a feeling she wasn’t really into him. She’d confessed, and she’d never seen him again out of school hours – but she’d really been thinking about Joe’s girlfriend, and how she looked exactly like Diane Kruger. Fucking Hollywood – all those semi-naked guys and only one shadowed shot of Diane’s ass, but Shay had extrapolated that to the one Joe’s girlfriend had… and it was all systems go from there.
Now she put herself back in the game, and started to take Vance’s plumhead and the shaft behind it between her lips. Very fleshy and veiny, she wasn’t used to having something alive poking through her mouth; Shay swallowed and gulped in quick bursts of air as she felt it moving inside her, wishing she could pretend it was Emma or maybe Jennifer wielding a dildo – but it wasn’t hard enough. And even though she was surprising herself at how much of his cock she could fit in, with the tip of it practically tickling the opening of her throat and his balls touching her chin, Shay was almost hoping she was making him miserable…
FUCK. His hands were stroking her hair in a manner that showed he liked it, and he was begging her to keep it up, telling her she was wasted on women, she was a natural… and now he was grunting, holding her hair harder as Shay felt that sticky stuff pumping out of him, flooding her mouth. She gagged when the stuff hit her, but she forced herself to swallow some of it as she kept sucking, consuming the prick until Vance had drained himself into her with a final satisfied sigh.
Shay looked up at him shyly, like a harem girl, still stroking his cock. “Want seconds?” she whispered.
Vance nodded, and Shay closed her lips around his shaft.
And then her teeth.
Not since he’d sprained his foot jumping out of bed one morning had Vance screamed so loudly – the poor man dropped to the ground holding his aching crotch and hoping she hadn’t bitten through the flesh. The agony was sharp but it was shortlived, thanks to Shay quickly pulling out his nightstick  and bringing it down on the back of his head. She relaxed as the screaming stopped, but she still checked to see he had a pulse – she’d hit him hard, but she didn’t want to hit him THAT hard.
Relieved to find he was just out cold, Shay got up and spat out the unswallowed majority of Vance’s semen.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:48:00 AM

“I don’t know how Blake can stand that,” she muttered as she left the area, ignoring Lea and Kate Hudson’s shouts to drag him a little closer so they could have a go. Damn, she could have used some mouthwash…  but at least Vance had one big long hard thing that would be useful - she still had his nightstick.
* * * * * * * * *
Jaime, like Olivia and Jennifer, didn’t have anyone to talk to; ever since her time in solitary she had been by herself. Just Jaime and her thoughts, which had been focused on nothing but getting out; as the light changed to green, she shoved the door aside and headed out, hoping that some of the guards still on duty would get in her way – she was begging to leave them some souvenirs.
From above she could hear the sounds of confusion, anger and what sounded like a mix of her two favourite things – sex and violence. From below, some way in front of her, she saw a familiar blonde figure heading for the way out, and closer to her the bare ass of the guard for that section with someone kneeling down in front of him.
“Good girl,” Jaime smiled to herself, and started to follow.
* * * * * * * * * *
In the ten minutes leading up to the doors being locked and unlocked all had been peace and quiet in that section. But the way Grace had told it, her little gift to the system had included instructions to not only record the last ten minutes but also to immediately play it back on the security screens on a loop lasting from 10pm until around 1am, so any of the humans covering the section would see closed jail cells, slumbering convicts and quiet walkways.
As opposed to Scarlett Johansson getting quintuple-teamed.
“All right, ladies, just get back inside,” she told them amiably as soon as the doors started to open. “It’s just a technical glitch… do it for Scarlett, come on.”
“You seriously think that’ll work?” Jennifer Lawrence laughed.
“Well, it was worth a try. I just think we could maybe nip this in the bud without anyone getting hurt. I’m with Chuck Norris – don’t fight unless I have to…”
From behind, a long pair of arms wrapped themselves around Scarlett’s torso while Nina Agdal, the owner of said arms, kissed Scarlett’s neck.
“We don’t want any trouble either – we just want to have a little fun before lights out.”
“You want me to get fired?” the throaty blonde asked, trying not to giggle as Nina cupped one of her breasts.
“Get fired for helping to stop a mass breakout by the power of what you’ve got under your uniform?” Jennifer pouted. “That’ll happen. Besides,” she continued as she moved right next to Scarlett, “you promised if I was good I could have some fun with you.”
“If you were GOOD,” Scarlett pointed out.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:48:43 AM

“Oh, she’s good,” Nina assured her, kissing the guard again as Jennifer took Scarlett’s cheeks – face variety – in her hands.
“Well… just ten minutes,” Scarlett said before hers and Jennifer’s lips fused. As their tongues intertwined, the guard reflected on her excellent personal hygiene – not all the prisoners bothered to use mouthwash… she clasped her hand to the back of Jennifer’s head, gripping her to enjoy the kiss more.
Scarlett felt a little shiver through her body as Nina’s hands searched along her bra, looking for the clasp - either that or she was enjoying a few more feels. Scarlett kissed Jennifer again as the convict in front of her undid the buttons on her uniform, exposing more of the guard’s warm flesh until the buttons were all gone. Instinctively, Scarlett shrugged out of the top and felt it be pulled off her torso, smiling at the whistles on seeing her red bra revealed.
“It’s on the back, silly!” giggled someone who wasn’t Nina, as a couple of fingers touched Scarlett’s bra clasp, and just like THAT it was off, letting her chest bombs swing free. Eyes lighting up like it was her birthday, Jennifer gave each generously-filled jug several licks, somehow managing to keep from getting in the way of Nina’s fingers. And those of Emma Roberts, bra-remover extraordinaire.
“Hey, why should we have all the fun?” Jennifer laughed.
“Yeah, why should YOU have all the fun?” Chrissy Teigen (solicitation) shouted from her cell. “Give a girl a break, huh?”
Paying her no mind, Jennifer ripped the top of her uniform and shoved Scarlett’s head in between her own newly exposed rack. The guard couldn’t keep herself from licking what little free space there was between Jennifer’s breasts;  nuzzling and tasting, she felt herself being spurred along by Nina and Emma continuing to stroke and squeeze what Scarlett had, and couldn’t see Nina tapping her cellmate’s shoulder and pointing down.
Behind her, Emma looked down and joined Nina in looking at Scarlett’s curvy rump, encased in that damnable but snug prison legwear. The cellmates rested one hand each on the top of Scarlett’s pants, their fingertips under the edge.
“One…” Nina chuckled.
“Two…” Emma added.
“THREE!” With all the dexterity of David Copperfield and none of the lounge-lizardness, the two young prisoners swiftly yanked down Scarlett Johansson’s trousers and the accompanying underwear, baring plenty of round sweet behind. Knowing neither of them could afford to mess around, Emma and Nina dropped to their knees and gave each of Scarlett’s cheeks a kiss and a nip. Emma rolled her eyes when she saw Nina burying her face inside the guard’s crack – she knew they had to move fast, but a butt like Scarlett’s deserved a little time before the main event…
“Can you spread your legs a little there?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 06:49:27 AM

By now more in the spirit of things than the Johansson of even ten minutes ago could have imagined, Scarlett instinctively began to try and widen her stance while tasting Jennifer’s plump right breast.
“They meant me,” Jennifer said, already with her feet a little apart.
“Huh?” Scarlett asked, taking a little look down.
And spotting that there was a gap between the guard and convict, filled by Megan Fox and Hayden Panettiere; Megan was caressing one of Scarlett’s thighs and kissing the flesh thereon, while Hayden was gently running her fingertips through the blonde bush around Scarlett’s tasty-looking pussy. She licked her lips as she remembered the last time she’d macked on the guard, and how jealous Megan had looked when she’d bragged about it after lights out.
“You’re in for a treat,” Hayden told her cellmate as she moved in, her lips touching Scarlett’s box while Megan got in closer.
“Team effort? Why the hell not,” the brunette laughed.
“Doesn’t she EVER shave?!” Cheryl Cole cackled, resigning herself to having a ringside seat checking out Scarlett’s undergrowth.
“At least she douches, douche!” Hayden shot back. “You should try it sometime, you stinking Scouser!”
“She isn’t from Liverpool, you ignorant Yank – try up North,” her cellmate Tulisa Contostavlos replied. “It’s called an atlas…”
“Book with lots of pictures and almost no words? Yeah, that’s your speed…”
“SHUT  UP!!!” Megan interrupted, and pushed Hayden’s face into Scarlett’s crotch, moving her head slightly so the two didn’t crack together. The thought “Two great tastes that go well together” went through both their minds when their tongues met inside the guard’s box; they rolled together and probed a little deeper, both glad that they were inside something that could stretch, before carefully negotiating away from each other.
This was something else you could never pull off with a man until guys evolved another cock, Megan thought; it was damn tight for sure, but Scarlett’s box had such a great taste – and Hayden was right, she DID clean this. Very well indeed; whoever her man was, he was one lucky bastard. Megan’s tongue still kept brushing Hayden’s, but what was better than being with one sexy blondes? Yep, two sexy blondes. Megan couldn’t help feeling envious of Scarlett as she tasted her button while opposite her Hayden’s tongue lightly traversed each of the guard’s fat pussy lips.
That would have been enough to send Scarlett soaring, but now Jennifer was rubbing her rack against the guard’s while she stroked the prisoner, hoping she’d get more time to taste those glasscutting nipples of hers. Giving Jennifer’s buttcheeks a good squeeze, she was forgetting more and more about her job, helped along by Emma’s fingers on her legs (“I never did thank you for showing us these our first night,” the safecracker breathed in between kisses on the thighs. “Really got me through”). Nina, meanwhile, seemed to have almost as much of an unquenchable passion for

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her back passage as Vance did; her fingers were everywhere and her lips and tongue were going so deep it wasn’t inconceivable she and either Megan or Hayden might wind up meeting somewhere inside.
As for Scarlett, the hand that wasn’t fondling Jennifer’s behind was going through her crotch, now thoroughly soaking her fingertips. The moans from guard and convict in between kisses were getting to Hayden, who glanced behind her to get a close-up shot of Miss Lawrence’s snatch. Maybe if she was really quick she could have a munch on Jen before…
“Hayd?” Megan asked.
“Mm?”
“You go on ahead, I got this,” Megan said in between licks. “Look up Jenny when she gets out.”
Hayden pouted, but she knew Megan had a point.  Sidling out, she paused just long enough to give a) one of Scarlett’s buns a lingering kiss and b) Cole and Contostavlos the finger before she slipped away.
The other women’s mouths were so busy that Scarlett didn’t even notice Hayden was gone; she was too busy squooshing her chest against Jennifer’s and trying to give Megan’s head a rub with her Jennifer Lawrence’s pussy-flavoured fingers. And there was Emma Roberts, no longer fondling her legs but settling for just licking them slowly… mainly because Emma’s fingers were otherwise occupied. Not with Nina, still happily tongue-fucking Scarlett’s ass, but with the pants around her ankles and the holstered gun and extra rounds of bullets that the safecracker was carefully taking out from the belt and placing inside her uniform, all still with plenty of creamy Johansson skin in her field of vision.
“Almost time,” she whispered to Nina, who somehow managed to pull off a pout with her mouth on top of Scarlett’s back door.
“You girls really know how to suck up…” Scarlett husked in delight, her body heaving further under their assault. She started to kiss her way down Jennifer’s form – screw the rules, she was getting some of that moist muff before they all went back inside. The heat coming from between her legs as Megan kept supping was the second to last thing she’d feel for the next ten minutes.
Emma hitting Scarlett on the back of her head with her own nightstick was the LAST thing she’d feel for the next ten minutes. Without making a sound, she slumped forward as Jennifer caught her, holding her steady before she landed on Megan and leaving four convicts with a naked and very limp prison guard.
“Wow, no one’s ever done that when they kissed me before,” Jennifer chuckled as Megan scrambled out from between them. Ignoring the calls from Cheryl, Tulisa and the others to bring Scarlett over to them so they could have some fun, the escapees tenderly laid the guard onto the ground, face up with the uniform underneath her. Each one then gave Miss Johansson’s breasts a kiss, mainly because they wanted to.
“C’mon – Blake and Shay probably made it to the gates by now…” Megan said briskly.

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“Can I have the nightstick, please?” Nina begged.
“Good thing you didn’t ask for the gun,” Emma said, handing it over and kissing her cellmate one last time. “Play nice now.”
“Don’t I always?” the slim blonde laughed. “Now get out of here!”
“Take me with you!” Nicole Polizzi begged from a few doors down.
“NO!” Megan, Emma and Jennifer shouted as one, and made tracks.
“Don’t worry, ladies,” Nina assured her as she rolled Scarlett over, pleased that she hadn’t been on her back long enough for the iron grilled walkway to leave indentations. “Just means I get more time with this sweet little thing.”
Knowing the other convicts were watching, she slowly slipped one end of the stick into her snatch, revolving it inside for a few minutes till it was nicely lubed up; then she knelt down with her knees on either side of Scarlett’s legs, and prepared to slide it deep inside the supine guard’s rump – she knew from experience that Scarlett, bless her, didn’t mind such things from time to time. And if she didn’t take too long…
“Past your bedtime, Agdal?”
Nina’s stick dropped onto Scarlett’s bouncing booty on hearing fellow guard Sarah Wayne Callies’s voice.
* * * * * * * * *
Brad was almost sorry Jase wasn’t there now. The guy had clocked out to get some rest before the lucky, lucky sumbitch went on holiday, and so he was curled up in his nice warm bachelor pad while Brad had to wrestle with convicts taking advantage of what was probably a few crossed wires in the system to get out of their cells (and where were they thinking of going?).
And now he was overwhelmed. OVERWHELMED.  He had Olivia Wilde pinning his top half and Zoe Kravitz trapping him below; Zoe was consuming his cock, gobbling it like a woman possessed. The cheers of the watching prisoners (and the grunts and angry wails as Jessica Simpson and Ashlee Simpson tried to open their cell doors – “Come on, dammit, you did it for them!”) seemed to be spurring them on as he shoved his tongue deeper inside Olivia, licking and tasting her. Combined with Zoe’s heated sucking, he was having a tough time deciding what was better.
Thrashing about over him, Olivia didn’t let Brad’s roaming fingers and hyperactive mouth distract her from spotting Roselyn watching and leaning in.
And sending him to the Land of Nod with a well-placed blow from his own stick, abruptly cutting off the tongue action between Olivia’s stems.
“You couldn’t have waited?!” she grumbled, getting off him and straightening her uniform out. “I wasn’t finished yet!”
“Put the energy into running!” Roselyn told her.

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Giving Zoe (still swallowing the unconscious guard’s cock) one last look, Olivia and Roselyn raced for the stairway.
* * * * * * * * * *
Once Grace had spilled her guts to Gemma, they – and Leighton – had headed for the warden’s office immediately, only for Maggie to tell them Warden Winslet would be in meetings for the next few hours. Seeing the knowing grins that resulted, she’d immediately set them straight by adding they were actual work-related meetings – “Remy Hadley doesn’t run itself,” Maggie had pointed out. “This is a prison, not a porn flick.”
“I suppose it can’t be all work and no play,” Gemma had mused.
“You should be able to get in before going-home time… and what happened to you, Parky?”
“Can you PLEASE not call me that?” Grace had grumbled through her puffed lips.
“Seriously, what the hell happened to you? You look like that leggy spy on TV worked you over…what’s her name now?” Maggie had snapped her fingers to get the name. “…Sydney Bristow, that’s it! Get down to the infirmary and get yourself patched up; they’re so slow down there Winslet might be ready when you get back.”
Maggie had been half right; Dr. Ryan WAS slow taking care of Grace, cleaning out her wounds and putting on stitches, and marvelling that for all the bruises on her sides from where she’d been kicked her ribs hadn’t been broken. But in spite of the time he spent tending to Miss Park, the warden was still detained when Grace and Gemma returned – once all the news of the day had been relayed, Leighton had been returned to the cell she shared with no one. At last the warden’s door had opened and Maggie had beckoned them inside.
“Now,” snapped Kate, “what is so important that it can’t wait until-“
“My friends are busting out tonight,” Grace interrupted.
That was all it took. Kate nodded once, and pressed Maggie’s intercom key.
“Maggie, call Ben and tell him we have a situation here, and that I don’t know when I’ll be home. And then get Blanchett in here.”
“Fuck,” Gemma thought. Head guard Cate Blanchett may have been, but she didn’t like having to spend time with her any more than the prisoners did.
“Since you brought Grace to me, you get to hear this first before Cate the Straight tells the others,” the warden continued. “No one is signing out until this is under control.”
“Fuck,” Gemma actually said this time in a low voice. This would have to happen the night she had a date.
“Pardon?” Kate asked.
“Nothing…”

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* * * * * * * * * *
Stage one of the journey had ended for Blake Lively; the catcalls and reaching hands were done, and she was the first member of the San Francisco Eight (ten, whatever) to arrive.
As the team members closest to the area, Blake and Shay had been given the keycard to open the way for the others; she swiped it through the lock, and placing the small bundle she’d brought with her to keep it open for the others, she entered the deserted section of the prison – which, though deserted, was an area she knew well. But as she took the last few steps, it was still a surprise to her that she’d actually come to the way out before without knowing it. She’d come IN here before as well, several times.
Cell 3849, Block D. Alyssa’s Place.
All the while she’d been banging the guards, the exit had been right under her; once the news had broken, each time she or any of the other ladies had been in here they’d surreptitiously made the key stones in the floor a little looser, whether scratching with fingernails or discreetly hidden blades, nails, whatever.  Thank goodness it wouldn’t have to be too wide…  and that they were loose enough for them to be comparatively quickly dug loose.
Thinking over how the path to freedom had been right under their noses, Blake looked around the spacious cell and whistled as she bent down to where the hole they (well, mainly Megan) would have to make was.
“Took the words right outta my mouth, Blake.”
It wasn’t hearing Jaime Pressly’s voice behind her that startled Blake as she turned and faced the newcomer; it was what she said as she studied the other blonde.
“How about that - I got me the winning ticket and no sharesies,” Jaime continued.
“Wait… ‘Blake’? Not ‘Boobs Leggerson’? No ‘Legs McBlondie’? What brought this on?” Blake asked. She hadn’t called her “Blake” since the day of the robbery, and now this. And what did she mean, winning ticket…?
“Jim Cooper,” Jaime said lazily. “Terry Lee. Chyler Leigh. Kelly Brook… you never forget your first.”
“First what?”
“Jim – first boy I ever fucked. Terry – first boy I ever fucked in front of his own wife. Chyler – my first girl. Kelly – first girl I ever did in the butt. I got all manner of firsts…”
Blake started to edge around towards the exit; she wasn’t liking how this was sounding.
“One first I ain’t never done, though; just never found the right one till your sweet ass came along,” Jaime said breezily, and entered the cell, locking the door behind her with a well-deployed hairpin before the other blonde could get any further.  “Remember when the boss lady picked us up ‘fore the meet?”
“Roselyn didn’t-“

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“Not her. THE boss lady. Saw you sitting in the back seat of Rhona’s ride, and I knew you were the one. Wanted to do this to you right there, right from the start.”
“What do you mean?” Blake asked softly, trying to hide her nervousness and not quite succeeding.
“Started making this my first day in machine shop, sexy,” Jaime added, reaching into her uniform. “Just for you.”
Blake watched as Jaime took out a device and tied the attached straps around her hips. It was a dildo, all right, but less smooth than the norm. A lot less smooth. And it was metallic rather than plastic.
And at the tip there was… there were… no. No. No, no, no, oh please NO.
“You ever see that comedy ‘Se7en’?” Jaime smiled, carefully touching the points of the three long serrated blades. “Always wanted to fuck a girl and watch her die at the same time.”
As Jaime started towards her, Blake was so lost for words that she couldn’t even scream.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Ah, that’s the stuff,” Grace said as the Coke seeped down her throat. “Could use some whisky in it or something though…”
“If this gets concluded satisfactorily we’ll see,” Kate replied.
“No alcohol for prisoners,” Cate Blanchett snapped.
“Ease up, Blanchett,” the warden tut-tutted. “She IS trying to keep a gang of killers from getting out. No wonder the other guards hate you,” she added (last seven words under her breath).
“But you’re part of them,” the Australian pointed out, turning her glare and cheekbones to the now-tended-to convict on the couch. “Why didn’t you go with them?”
“I’m not as bad as they are,” Grace replied. “I just wanted to hold my head down and do my time.”
“You were sentenced to life, Park.  Plus 27 years for assorted other offences, I believe.”
“Prison can be a very comfortable life for some people,” Kate told the guard. “Just ask Gossip Girl.”
“Come again?” asked Cate.
The warden sighed. “Leighton Meester.”
“Anyway,” Grace continued, stretching out, “I told them I put a virus into the systems that would turn off all the cameras en route. But you know how it is, say one thing and do another…”
“I do know how it is,” Kate replied, smiling at Grace. “Why do you think I kept that keycard… not quite hidden enough?”
“What keycard?” asked a surprised Cate.

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“I’ve known for some time that this escape was in the works,” the warden told the guard. “When I heard about some of the details I decided to… make it a little easier for them. Emma Roberts would never have been able to get a keycard to let them out if I hadn’t hidden it in plain sight, as it were.”
“WHAT?!” Cate spluttered. “Do you WANT these criminals to escape?”
“Barbara Cartland once said love scenes should go as far as the bedroom door but no further,” Kate explained. “I know what can happen if they’re allowed out, but I also want them to think they’ll make it; when Roselyn Sanchez and her crew believe they’re about to be free…”
The warden drew a finger across her throat.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Why are you doing this?” Blake begged as the other approached her. 
“’Cause you’re hot and I want to,” Jaime hissed. “And when I’m through you get to be a double first – always wanted to fuck a dead girl…”
“No…” the tall blonde whimpered, backing away. Even though Jaime was smaller than Blake, she had the weapon on her side and no conscience at all. And she’d been wanting to do this from the moment they MET…? The woman wasn’t just a murderer and rapist, she was stone cold crazy.
“Yes.” And suddenly Jaime was gripping one of Blake’s arms tightly. Very tightly.
“Go ahead and scream all you want – we didn’t hear you all the other times the guards were in here banging your brains out. Ain’t that why they love it here?”
Blake cursed herself for knowing Jaime was right.
“Our team’s being held up by that orgy back there – we got plenty of time to finish this, honeybuns. On your knees.”
“But they’re gonna come here and—“
“See your hot li’l dead body? Sure they will. And that hole I’m gonna dig out when I’m done, and I’m gonna be down there,” Jaime added. “Think Jailbait and Brown Sugar are the only ones who got good memories? I’m getting outta here all by myself. Now ON YOUR KNEES… “
She wrenched Blake’s arm downward, the pain exploding through her. Blake winced, but her legs were buckling; trembling, she went down in front of Jaime until the tri-bladed device was in front of her eyes. Blake tried to convince herself this wasn’t happening, that it was all a dream, that maybe some of the guards had spotted her and were going to come to her rescue – even if the escape had to be aborted, at least she’d be alive.
“No one is coming to save you, whore,” Jaime said coldly. “That thing there is going in all your holes before we’re done – come on, I know you love sucking cock…”
“Jaime, please…  I can’t…” the blonde whimpered, feeling tears coming to her eyes.
“Put that thing in your mouth and I might take that fine ass of yours after you’re dead.”

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“No, PLEASE…”
Jaime grabbed Blake’s head and thrust it forward, just enough so the tips of the blades were touching her lips but not enough to pierce them. “Open wide, damn you. You know I can force you.”
Blake’s lips started to part, her head shaking as she was sobbing. She tremblingly closed her mouth around the device and started sucking on the cold matter, praying the inside of her mouth wouldn’t be cut by the blades. At least the edges of the device weren’t jagged; bumpy and unfinished, but she could live with that.
“You don’t have to do it for long,” Jaime sneered. “You might cut yourself, and I ain’t gonna let a chance to kiss that sweet, sweet mouth go… I hate the taste of blood. The sight of it, not so bad.”
Blake swallowed it for a few seconds longer before pulling back, looking up at her unfeeling captor and trying not to think of where Jaime was planning to put that.
“Take it off. And don’t even think about saying no again…”
Getting up, Blake mechanically removed her prison uniform and dropped it to the floor, showing Jaime her golden naked body. Beaming, the insane woman took it all in as she walked around her, caressing her sides as she did and not missing the opportunity to give her breasts a squeeze. Blake let out a little cry as Jaime prodded one of her soft buttocks with the blades, pressing JUST enough for it to be noticed but not enough to cut through.
“My my, Mocha Buns must just be soaking her panties every day knowing she can’t have you… looking at what you got just never gets old. Guess what – you ain’t gonna get old either!” Jaime cackled. “Gimme a spread while you’re there.”
Swallowing, Blake cupped her own ass, moved her legs apart a few inches and bent forward, spreading them. Jaime was only eyeing Blake’s front and rear entrances for a few moments, but for the tall blonde it might as well have been forever. At least she didn’t feel Jaime’s tongue down there…
“Lie down by the bed, if you don’t mind.”
Blake obeyed, her hands by the bedframe as Jaime took the woman’s uniform, tore off a couple of strips, and tied her hands securely. The frame had been built into the floor, so there was no way for her to lift it off and get loose; Jaime was such an expert in knot-tying that she was watching Blake’s exposed thighs all the while she was tying the hands.
The captured blonde had had women come on to her even before she’d gotten mixed up with this crew – even before that business with Emma Roberts. But not even the time a bunch of her classmates had attacked her after school had been as bad as this; they had thought she was sleeping with their boyfriends (which she did in fact do after that attack – revenge, in this case, was a dish best served hot and sweaty) but none of them had actually tried to do permanent harm to her. Whereas…
As Blake turned her head to one side Jaime Pressly straddled her, the deadly device right above her crotch. “Look at me.”

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Blake stayed where she was.
“I said LOOK AT ME!”
Blake, by now not even trying to keep from weeping, looked into Jaime’s ice-cold eyes as the woman rested a hand on her chest, preparing to make the first thrust into Blake.
“This is gonna hurt,” Jaime said calmly, and moved her hips back. “A lot.”
The cell was immediately filled by a loud, piercing scream – thanks to a fire extinguisher that smashed against the side of Jaime’s head.  That, and the second blow to the body which knocked her off the terrified Blake, and sent her crashing onto the corner where the floor and wall met.
“Damn right,” panted an extinguisher-wielding Hayden Panettiere, as captive and captor alike gaped at her.
"What the FUCK?!?” Jaime goggled, rapidly trying to clear her head. "But I locked the --"
"Thank Megan. I showed her my tricks, she showed me hers," Hayden explained as a stunned Blake watch the new arrival swiftly step over her legs and swing back the extinguisher – and if Hayden had done it a few seconds earlier it would have been over right then and there.
But as she brought it down, Jaime brought her hands up and grabbed it; this time she was ready. Getting up and shoving back, Jaime rapidly propelled Hayden and the extinguisher away from Blake and pinned her to the wall at the far end of the cell, Hayden struggling to keep enough space between the two so that device wouldn’t go in her.
“I made this for her, not for you, so I’m giving ONE chance,” Jaime grunted. “You stay out of this, go back outside and make like you got here after I was done, and you get to keep breathin’…  I’m gonna finish off Boobs Legsly if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
“You kill Blake and it WILL be the last thing you ever do,” Hayden answered in between gasps.
“What, you think you can take me?”
“Again? Yeah. I won’t even use this,” Hayden added, nodding to the extinguisher.
Jaime undid the device and threw it onto the bed, glancing at Blake – and seeing to her satisfaction that the hope that had come back there was replaced with fear. “I ain’t done with you, girl,” she assured her, before facing Hayden again.
“All right, Halfpint – let’s dance…”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Welcome back to the land of the living, kid.”
As the last vestiges of bleariness fled his head, Vance’s vision came back to him. His crotch was throbbing from the gift Shay had given him, almost as much as his head; but he would still rather have seen Miss Mitchell looking down on him than the sardonic features of Jane Lynch. A dressed,

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cowed and embarrassed Scarlett Johansson standing next to her was no comfort. Ditto a slightly less embarrassed Brad.
“Hope she gave you a good one,” the guard said casually. “’Cause it’ll be the last one you get for some time if we don’t get ‘em back.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Under Warden Milano’s reign Cell 3849 had been annexed to the ones on either side, making it three times the size of a normal cell – the better to have the odd romps in. Rumour had it that the warden herself had used it from time to time, which certainly explained the presence of carpet flooring.
Right now Hayden Panettiere and Jaime Pressly were on the floor, with the former getting ground down by the latter; Hayden thrashed upwards and yanked Jaime’s hair aside, wrenching her just enough over to loosen her grip a little and giving her a chance to punch upwards. It connected with her face, but not enough to hurt her – Jaime replied by clutching Hayden by the front of her uniform, dragging her up and throwing her across the cell.
She landed with a crash on the far side, hitting the bars before sliding to the ground. Hayden struggled to get up before Jaime could get over, but didn’t make it; a fist landed on her face, and that DID hit hard enough to hurt. Her head ringing, the small blonde lunged forward and shoved a hand up Jaime’s uniform, grabbing the killer’s pussy and finding the clit.
“Well now, ain’t that a nice little – “Jaime started, before howling as Hayden’s thumb and forefinger twisted the clit, giving her an idea of what it was like for men to be kicked in the balls while Hayden clawed at Jaime’s right side, ripping a shred of her uniform and scratching a little of the exposed skin off. Jaime smacked Hayden across the face, knocking her over before slamming an elbow into her back. Hayden kicked out at Jaime, getting enough space to leap forward, and bit her on her upper right thigh.
And she bit DEEP.
Blake wished she could have covered her ears to block out the loud, piercing scream that came from Jaime as Hayden dug her teeth in further than Shay had gone before with poor Vance’s penis, bursting the skin and feeling some of the muscle beneath. That was no love bite, not by a long shot. Hayden hung in there for a little longer like a feral dog before pulling back, spitting out some of the blood – which was all she had time to do before Jaime, her eyes like thunder, shoved her head against the wall with a crack.
“You like biting, midget?! DO YA!?! Well, anything you can do…” Jaime bared her teeth and dove in, planning to make Hayden Panettiere the second girl whose throat she’d ripped out.
Hayden shot her head aside and out of the way with a nanosecond to spare. Neither of them got out of that intact; Jaime cracked a couple of teeth when she hit the bars, and Hayden had plunged onto the floor so sharply that she’d landed on a right arm that wasn’t in the best position for such a tactic. But she was able to get her feet into Jaime’s stomach as the furious woman turned on her, shoving

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her away and landing on the nearby director’s chair – the one that the guards liked to take turns using when filming. It was actually a regular chair, and a hard one. As Jaime found out.
And as HAYDEN found out when, while she was getting up, Jaime took it and swung it at the little blonde. It crashed against her legs, making her fall several feet away from Blake; the chair wasn’t broken, and mercifully neither were Hayden’s legs, but Jaime was going for a second try. She brought up the chair and hurled it down, and Hayden rolled aside, getting most of herself out of the way.
That time the chair went bye-bye, and Hayden wailed – it had gotten her right arm. It wasn’t broken, but it was hurting… Jaime cackled with delight on seeing she was getting somewhere, and promptly stood on it, grinding a foot on her wrist.
“Looks like that hurt…”
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Blake screamed.
“Don’t you worry none, hotass,” Jaime called as Hayden tried to get one of the chair pieces. “I’ll leave her in a little while.”
As Hayden’s fingers closed on one of the chair legs, Jaime swiftly knelt – still standing on the girl’s wrist – and picked up the fire extinguisher. Then she brought it down on Hayden’s injured arm, producing another painful cry followed by another one, thanks to Jaime hitting the other arm and forcing her to drop the chair leg.
“Didn’t say *I* couldn’t use this, Pint Size,” Jaime pointed out, and slammed the extinguisher against the luckless young woman’s legs. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just drop this on your head right now.”
“’Cause you wanna fuck me one last time?” Hayden suggested.
That was purely a straw being grasped, but Jaime nodded; she knelt down and pushed the nozzle of the fire extinguisher into Hayden’s mouth. “Over to the table, or you get to find out what this tastes like.”
“Hayden…?” Blake asked in disbelief, and received a look from the youngest of the three blondes that she really hoped was saying “Trust me.”
Painfully getting up, Hayden walked over to the table with Jaime leading her and holding the extinguisher, and swiftly she was tied with more straps of uniform to the table’s legs, directly across from Blake. Even though the latter’s legs were spread, Hayden kept her eyes firmly on Blake’s face.
“Perfect,” Jaime said, picking up the device and looking at Hayden. “Enjoy the show, Itty Bitty – you get to be the encore.”
Jaime approached Blake, and wielding the device stroked the tall blonde’s entire body with it, the blades touching the skin hard enough to make Blake squirm, but not hard enough to cut flesh. Jaime particularly liked seeing her expression when she touched the Lively snatch with it.

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Hayden had her eyes focused away from Jaime’s little display, because they were on a small bundle. During the fight with Jaime her own tools had come out of her uniform, and they were within reach of her foot. It was the getting there that would be tough – her legs were still smarting from that damn extinguisher, and she knew Jaime wasn’t about to waste much time on foreplay.  Trying not to make a sound, Hayden rested her feet on the bundle and started to drag it closer.
Clenching her teeth, Hayden had the bundle by her side. Then she started searching around the knot, trying to pull it a little in any direction so the whole bond would move around her wrists – she knew she couldn’t pull apart the knot because Jaime had tied it well, but if she could get a bit of the untied fabric on the edge of the table leg… YES! There it was. She began to rub the fabric along the edge. And to pray.
“Go on your side a bit – one more thing I gotta do…” Jaime said casually to Blake, whose first instinct was to say no.
But then she saw Hayden. And the bundle. And hating herself but knowing it was ironically probably her only chance she went on her side without a word, and thanked the heavens she couldn’t see Jaime behind her resting her rough hands on her cheeks and slipping her lizard-like tongue into the tiny hole between them. At least Emma Roberts hadn’t tried that, but only because of time pressures – Blake wished she had eaten something… but knowing Jaime, she’d probably like it. Still, if it bought Hayden some time…
“Soft and sweet, just the way I like it,” Jaime said to Blake casually as she moved her head back from the captive’s behind. “I could do this all day, but it’s time for the main event.”
Rolling Blake back in position, Jaime kissed the blonde’s mole and buckled the device back on, and then had a grab of Blake’s boobs – “Never got to do that either” – before she started to climb onto her.
And felt a hand grabbing her leg and start to pull her back, breaking the mood.
“OH YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!” Jaime roared, kicking back and connecting with Hayden’s face, sending her back as the crazed woman turned to finish her off. But not before Hayden had dived towards the little bundle – just as Jaime spotted it.
“NOT HAPPENING!” she shouted, and kicked it away from Hayden through the doors… but by that time Hayden had snatched the smallest of the blades inside. The young woman howled as Jaime stomped on the wrist and kicked her repeatedly in the stomach and chest, sending her under the table before turning back to Blake, whose eyes were widened with terror.
“Say goodbye, whore,” Jaime snarled and headed for the terrified Blake. She was moving fast – and Hayden was moving as fast as she could behind her, reaching for Jaime’s waist with one hand, holding the blade with the other.
Whispering “Please…” Hayden slashed out as her other hand clutched the strap.
The blade sliced along the small of Jaime’s back as the psycho plunged towards Blake, making a little red path downwards – and through the leather. As it cut through, Hayden wrenched the strap to the left harder than she had ever pulled anything in her life…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:03:10 AM

…and Jaime Pressly landed on Blake Lively.
Blake’s instinctive scream tailed off when she felt Jaime’s pussy against hers. And nothing else.
“HUH?” both said in shock and surprise as Jaime levered herself off her prisoner, and looked down to see that her pride and joy was gone. Hayden had ripped it off Jaime in time and hurled it away towards the cell door, and now there she was, heading for it.
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST *DIE?!?*” Jaime howled, shooting off Blake and cannoning into Hayden as her hands grasped the device; she slammed her hands onto the floor, forcing Hayden to drop it; she grabbed it, wielding it while holding the small blonde down with her other hand.
“You thought you could bring it, could you?!”  Jaime snarled, bringing the device down. Ignoring the pain shooting through her arm, Hayden grabbed Jaime’s device hand and started to push back.
“Now who’s the bitch here, huh?!”  Jaime growled. “Who’s – the – bitch – here!?”
“YOU,” Hayden spat, and shoved the device away from her and into Jaime’s left breast.
Her opponent’s scream coincided with Jaime’s other hand moving off her, letting Hayden hit her in the chest with her forehead. As Jaime staggered back, an enraged Hayden punched her in the jaw and nose repeatedly, and then sent her to the carpet and mounted her. Jaime tried to get out from under her, but the ex-reporter was rapidly raining down her little but furious fists.
“I TOLD YOU!” Hayden screamed in between blows. “I AIN’T YOUR BITCH! YOU – ARE – MINE!”
Then she clutched Jaime’s throat and throttled her, screaming “YOU! ARE! MINE!!!!” over and over, before letting her hands loose. Jaime’s head lolled to one side as she lay still under the heaving blonde, the device sliding out of the wounds of her chest and rolling onto the floor.
“I don’t care how good you are at it - no one fucks my ass without asking, Saline Tits,” Hayden said as she caught her breath. “No one.”
She got off Jaime, kicking the unconscious beaten blonde, and winced as she bent to pick up her knife before she turned to a stunned Blake. The woman’s body was trembling and her eyes were flooded with tears, but she was unharmed.
“You okay, Blake?” Hayden asked, cutting her bonds and freeing her – and getting her answer an instant later as the shattered blonde embraced her, tears of joy falling on her shoulder.
“Th… th… thank you! THANK YOU! OH, THANK YOU!!!” Hayden let the knife drop in shocked surprise as Blake held her; not that she had a problem with being held by a naked sexy blonde, but… “Bless you, Hayden! You saved my life – I thought I was…”
“Shhh,” Hayden said soothingly, patting the rescued woman. “Jaime’s done, but we still gotta get out of here. Come on, get your stuff on.”
“She… she said she wanted to do that the time we first met… the girl’s crazy…” Still disbelieving, Blake picked her uniform up and slipped it on.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:04:35 AM

“Yeah, I know. She isn’t gonna touch you again, count on it.”
Blake nodded, clasping Hayden’s hands as they heard a whole load of footsteps heading down the corridor rapidly. Not wanting to be in the cell any longer, the two stepped outside.
“What took you guys so long?” Hayden asked on seeing the other members assembled there.
“We had farther to go and more people to… fuck, what happened to you?” Emma asked, taking in the reporter’s battered but still quite hot appearance and Blake’s nervous demeanour.
“And where’s Jaime?” Megan asked.
Blake pointed towards Alyssa’s Place. The whole team looked through the bars, and saw the remains of the chair – and the supine Pressly, making all of them gaze at the two blondes in shock.
“Holy mother of mercy…” Roselyn gasped. “What happened?”
“Jaime got here just after I did,” Blake managed to say. “She… she wanted…”
“Jaime wanted to kill her. And rape her,” Hayden said flatly.
“Don’t you mean—“ Jennifer started.
“No,” Hayden and Roselyn said together. Roselyn in particular sounded stunned; she had never doubted Jaime was capable of something like this, but for some reason she had never imagined it would be among one of her own.
“Fuck…” Emma shook her head, seeing the device lying beside Jaime. “What is that thing?”
“Jaime made it… she made me suck on that before she…” Blake shook her head, not wanting to talk about it. “If Hayden hadn’t busted in here—“
“YOU did this?!?” Olivia interrupted, looking at Jaime and then back at the small blonde. “What are you, a superhero?”
“She’s *my* hero for sure,” Blake said softly.
“And a lot tougher than she looks,” Shay noted. It still embarrassed her to think about how Hayden had cold-cocked her during the getaway.
“Pressly made it harder for us though,” Megan spat. “She could wake up while we’re cutting through the floor.”
“We could all still take her,” Emma pointed out.
“Yeah, and she could take some of US,” Jennifer replied.
“So why are we all still standing here?”
Roselyn didn’t wait for an answer to her own question, and neither did any of the others. Taking a page from Lot and his daughters as they began to race towards the other block, none of them – especially a tiny blonde and a taller one – looked back.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:06:56 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
None of them looked UP. Though in fairness, the camera installed in the ceiling of Alyssa’s Place was so small that none of them would have seen it even if they were.
“Quite the little spitfire, our Miss Panettiere,” Kate Winslet said as she, Cate Blanchett and Grace Park studied the scene in the cell, watching the team vacate the premises; the head guard had wanted to go to the cell the moment it came up on the security screens, but Kate had pointed out that they’d all be gone before she could get there. “If only circumstances were different…”
“Yeah, Hayden said something kinda like that about you, Cate,” Grace said casually.
“If I was in charge here, no one would ever call the warden by her first name,” Cate said far less casually.
“I didn’t mean the kind that comes with a K - she already did Winslet,” Grace pointed out. “Her and Lady Godiva 2.0 like playing they’re bringing out your inner lesbian – Emma’s always you because Hayden’s the whooty in that particular setup and you… well, you know.”
“No. I don’t know,” the Australian said stiffly.
“And you say they were going to leave through there?” Kate asked Grace hastily, seeing Cate had tightened the grip on her chair.
“Yeah. Of course, now Jaime fucked that up…”
“Actually, if Pressly had succeeded there would have been one less person to deal with,” the warden pointed out. “I’m not sure Cate here would have minded. Now, if we can have the layout—“
“They’re heading to the gym,” the hacker interrupted. “That’s where the other way out is. Once they get into the pipes you can station some shooters at—“
“Thank you, but all I need to know is where they’ll go in and where they’ll go out. Blanchett,” Kate continued, “when you have all the guards together, half will go to the gym and follow them into the system. The other half must include Carey Mulligan and Carly Chaikin…”
“Why?” asked Cate.
“Because they’re Remy Hadley’s best shots. They and the rest of the other half will go directly to the western outlet, to give our would-be escapees a reception they will never forget… for however long they’re alive.”

* * * * * * * * * *
The keycard now back in Emma’s hand, she swiped it at the main entrance to the cellblock as the others, each clutching a weapon of some kind, kept a look in case someone was behind them.
“Shit, should’ve brought a sweater…” Jennifer grumbled as she and the others were greeted with the night air on heading out.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:07:49 AM

“Blame the high-ups, and come on!” Roselyn said.
The original plans for Remy Hadley had had a hallway between the two cell blocks, but it was removed later to expand the outdoor area because the prisoners required more fresh air. Nice for their health in most cases, except for tonight. If they’d had enough time they could have backtracked halfway around the prison to get to where they had to be… but they didn’t.
“Zig zag, all of you,” Roselyn said tersely as they ran onto the grounds. “It’s our only chance.”
Just as she finished saying that and as each one ran away from the others, the grounds were flooded with lights - and the guards on the outer walls started shooting as eight women raced this way and that, each one running as fast as their feet could carry them towards the other cellblock while bullets whizzed around them. None of them had any idea which shot was coming from where, and the only thought running through their heads was “Please don’t let it be me…”
Even though the territory between the blocks wasn’t that big, for each of the ladies it seemed like an eternity. But the other block got closer and closer, and there were plenty of yells from each woman – but it was from all of them.
Emma put on a final burst and bounded to the entrance to the block, and had the card ready. Within seconds Roselyn was there and Emma swiped the card, letting her in. Then Olivia, then Megan, then Shay, then Blake, then Hayden, then Jennifer… SLAM!
The doors shut behind them, the eight convicts allowed themselves a few seconds to catch their breaths, each one mentally thanking their lucky stars they’d gotten this far.
“I wanna stay here just as much as you,” Roselyn said between gasps, before putting temptation behind her and heading as fast as she could to the next stop.
“Roselyn-“ Shay started.
“I know,” the leader interrupted, trying to ignore the bullet lodged in her left arm. “It’ll keep.”
Glancing at Olivia, whose upper right thigh had a little growing red mark on it, Shay could only nod.
* * * * * * * * * *
Shaking her head to clear it as she revived, Jaime Pressly took mental stock of her body. She was hurting but almost proud; who’d have thought that hobbit would’ve done so much damage? She’d had worse beatings, but not from someone the size of a peanut.
Looking around Alyssa’s Place, she saw her little friend lying next to her, and cracked an evil smile. “Should’ve thrown it out the window, Itty Bitty,” she said to herself, and picked up the deadly device before shoving aside pieces of table and chair – they were in the way of the panel.
Cutting through the carpeted floor, Jaime flung back the fabric to reveal the panels underneath. If they’d all been there there’d have been several blades working on the panel they needed to prise out and get into the sewers; Jaime was all alone, but she was strong, she was fast, and she was determined. She’d open this thing with her fingernails if she had to, and when she caught up with

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:08:44 AM

them she was going to be opening several more things up - starting with that annoying little blonde and leaving Blake Lively for last.
The panel started to give, and Jaime smiled again.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Are the others back in their cells?” Cate Blanchett asked, glaring at Brad, Vance and Scarlett Johansson once they had been verbally disembowelled by the sharp-faced Australian in front of all the other guards gathered outside their changing facilities. Which was ALL the other guards.
“Actually, the only one who was still out was Nina Agdal,” Sarah Wayne Callies answered. “Taylor Momsen was turning the air blue when we got to Olivia Wilde’s cell, so she can’t have been in on it –“
“That wasn’t what I asked. Are they all back, yes or no?” 
“Yes.”
“NO!” Cate snapped, making them jump. “They are NOT all back. Nine of them are at large on the grounds, and we know they have weapons.”
She gave Vance and Scarlett another withering look. “At least Mr. Meadow was unconscious before Miss Mitchell took his nightstick; Miss Johansson, you have no such excuse. And they have your gun.”
Scarlett just looked at the floor, wishing she could be somewhere else right now – anywhere else, including at home with ptomaine.
“We can only hope we can stop them before they add to their body count,” the head guard continued. “Now they are heading towards the western outlet, and that is where half of you will be going. Alba, you’ll be in charge of your group; Mulligan, Chaikin – you’ll be going with her. And the moment those women emerge, you will unleash God’s own fury on them; no one has gotten out of Remy Hadley since I arrived, and no one ever will.”
“What about the other half?” asked Jessica Alba.
“We’ll be following them through the sewers; if we can catch them before they arrive all well and good. If not, at least we’ll be able to stop them if anyone tries to doubleback. Either way, we’ll get them on both sides… what is it, Johansson?”
Scarlett wished Cate hadn’t seen the unease on her face. Weren’t they supposed to try and bring them in unharmed, instead of basically using them for target practice? She tried to hide her feelings, but Cate just shook her head.
“The rest of you wait here,” said the head guard, beckoning to Scarlett to join her in the changing room.
“Poor kid,” Julie Bowen said to herself. “Twice in one night…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:09:36 AM

“Do I have to remind you that I’m the head guard here, not you?” Cate told her once they entered. “Just because you like dropping your trousers for the prisoners…”
“My parents brought me up to treat people like people,” Scarlett replied. “Not animals.”
“You’re walking on thin ice, Johansson. Convicts lose any right to be treated as people the second they break the law.”
“Good thing you don’t have kids…”
“Crack, crack,” Cate said. “The ice is breaking.”
Scarlett breathed deeply to try and calm herself down – maybe she could get her case across without losing it. “I just don’t believe in treating them mean all the time. Some of them deserve it, but most of them… you play fair with them, they play fair with you. And the ones breaking out  - do you really believe they’re that dangerous? Pressly, yeah, she should never get out – but the rest of them aren’t the killing kind.”
“I don’t believe in taking chances, and I am not letting them out. Especially that blonde whore,” Cate replied, a hand tightening on her stick at the thought.
“You want them all dead, don’t you? It’s Summer Glau all over again, isn’t it?”
“She fell down the stairway, Johansson. You know that.”
“When she was leaving her cell.”
“Exactly.”
“On the GROUND FLOOR… please, Blanchett, spare me the story about how she got out of line; Summer’s a model prisoner and the only thing she ever did was touch your ass – all you had to do was tell her no…”
“Shut up, Johansson.”
“No, YOU shut up,” the younger guard spat. “We all know what you did, how you smashed her knees – I still have nightmares about her screaming…”
Cate Blanchett wasn’t the kind to yell and jump, but her body did quiver a little on that.
“Yeah, I saw it,” Scarlett said. “I kept quiet because I was scared of you… I’m sorry I sat on this so long. I’m going over to Winslet’s office and when I’ve quit I’m calling the cops; whatever I get from them for being quiet, I’ll deserve it. But maybe I can look Summer Glau in the face now and get some sleep.”
“Johansson-“
“I’m done with this,” Scarlett interrupted. “I’m done with all of it. I’m done with Remy Hadley, I’m done with your little dictatorship, and I’m done with you.”
Before Scarlett could storm out, Cate grabbed her arm tightly with one hand.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:10:23 AM

“No,” the Australian replied icily. “I’m done with YOU.”
None of the guards waiting out in the hall enjoyed the next five minutes; they could all hear the loud cracks of Cate Blanchett’s special nightstick as it slammed onto whichever part of Scarlett Johansson she aimed it, and Scarlett’s agonized wails as she begged for Cate to stop, screamed for someone out there to help her, and eventually became muffled, as if she had been hit across the mouth with the weapon.
As Scarlett’s screams turned to subdued little groans and sobs, every single one of them wanted to go in there and rescue her. But none of them wanted to be getting what Scarlett was getting, which was the only possible outcome if any of them went in…
“You were right about one thing,” the head guard said casually, bringing back the nightstick and looking at it with pride before giving the moaning, bloodied, broken, half-dead blonde a contemptuous look. “You *did* deserve it.”
Scarlett started to crawl away towards the door, her voice unable to rise above a whisper.
“Shut up,” Cate said, bringing the nightstick down one last time, striking the top of Scarlett’s pretty head. The guard shuddered once and lay still.
Cate knelt down and felt Scarlett’s wrist, searching for a pulse – she didn’t react to what she found.
“If I could finish the job right now, I would,” she told the unconscious young woman as she replaced her blood-smeared nightstick and opened up her phone, ringing the medical area.
“It’s Blanchett. Get down to the guards’ area at once,” she said calmly. “One of the escapees attacked Scarlett Johansson. Badly.”
Cate hung up and checked her gun; it was fully loaded. Holstering it, she then hefted her pride and joy – her special nightstick, the one that was weighted with iron near the end. The one that she’d used to cripple Summer Glau and now had some of Scarlett Johansson’s blood on it, and the one that she was looking forward to using on those dykes’ skulls.
“And she shall smite the wicked, and cast them into the fiery pit,” she said to herself with the coldest smile ever to grace the Earth, and left to rejoin the others.
* * * * * * * * *
The gymnasium wasn’t situated far from the main entrance, but the gang had to pass the commissary; Olivia insisted on stopping off there to fill up on some snacks, stashing them inside her uniform.
“Long trip to the city,” she explained.
“Long way before we get out of here,” Shay replied, even though she was pilfering some stuff as well.
“You gotta keep a positive state of mind,” Megan chided, getting a few things herself before she and the others vacated the premises. Heading briskly down the halls, she moved next to Hayden – and to

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:11:09 AM

Blake, who they’d noticed had stuck close to her little protector all the way. Not that Megan could blame her; it was working so far, and neither of them had been hit running across the grounds. But…
“Are you all right, Hayd?” Megan asked.
“Just hurt my hand a little there with Jaime,” she replied. “I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t know,” Blake said thoughtfully. “When you were running back there it looked like your arms were—“
“I’ll be fine, honest,” Hayden interrupted, a little too forcefully. “Let’s just break out, okay?”
“You heard the lady,” Roselyn said, pushing open the door to the gym. “Anyone want to use the bathroom?”
“I’m good,” Jennifer piped up.
“She was trying to make a joke,” Emma explained as the team wandered through the various pieces of equipment where they’d all tortured their bodies at one time or another.
“How come… OH.”
“Good thing you’re hot,” Megan laughed as the ladies entered the bathroom. “You can be really slow sometimes.”
The other way into the tunnels was in through there; once Megan had burned through the floor panels with the flame cutter she had gotten, the others would have to loosen them with the knives she and Hayden had brought. They were one short, but even without Jaime there were enough there so it wouldn’t take long. The hole wouldn’t have to be too big, just enough for them to drop through – say about two or three feet square.
“Let’s hear it for cheapskate American workmanship,” Roselyn smiled, seeing the stream slicing through the tiles. Megan moved the flame quickly, and one by one the ladies started to dig around the rest of the area; it didn’t escape their notice that Hayden was moving her knife more gingerly than the others.
“You guide the fire, Hayd,” Megan said gently. “I’ll cut for you.”
“I could do that instead.”
Shay almost dropped her knife on hearing that voice. It had been unexpected, but none of the others had been as startled as her; it was like she knew who the speaker was.
The gang all turned to see Sarah Shahi standing there, wearing an enormous smile. Since she wasn’t a pain to look at, they would have been a lot happier to see her – even in present circumstances – if she wasn’t flanked by lifers Fontana Maxwell and April Newman. Plus Phoebe Tonkin, Milla Jovovich, Nicki Minaj and Jennette McCurdy.
And Kristen Stewart, whose eyes narrowed when she was Jennifer.
“So what brings you over to the Eastern Bloc?” Sarah chuckled.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:12:13 AM

“Sarah?” Shay finally managed to say.
“You know her?” Emma asked.
“I know her family.”
“Is this really the time for a reunion, Shahi?” Jennifer asked testily.
“It’s Kennedy,” Phoebe corrected.
“Don’t get in my light, Wonder From Down Under,” Sarah snapped. “I married into the Kennedys-“
“THE Kennedys?!” Blake interrupted, impressed.
“No, dumbass,” Jennette said. “They’re not East Coast royalty, they’re Nevada mob royalty.”
“Just like Shay here is part of SoCal mob royalty,” Sarah continued. “The Mitchells had an arrangement with my guys two years ago for some meth deals; we met up on neutral ground to close the deal and SOMEONE tipped off the cops. It wasn’t you, I’ll give you that much,” she added, shooting Shay a glare of Death Star proportions. “We all had time to make the switch and get away – well, that’s what we thought…”
“Once we got away we opened up the cases the Mitchells gave us,” April continued. “We agreed on ten million in cash, and there was ten million in there all right.”
“Ten million what, jellybeans?” asked Megan.
“Ten million dollars. All counterfeit,” Sarah said. “Your family stiffed us, Shay, and that meth money was the only thing keeping Brian Kennedy from me; another setup got my man Brian and four others, and thanks to your crew’s stunt they’ve still got him.”
Shay’s knees buckled a little.
“Is that why you didn’t want to go through Nevada?” Emma asked.
“Damn right,” Milla told her. “Ever since that day any Mitchell who sets foot in the state is a dead man walking. Or woman.”
“I got put away last year for trafficking through to the Golden State, and they stuck me in Pica Morales,” Sarah continued. “Until I got transferred here.”
“Probably not for good behaviour,” Megan muttered.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Roselyn asked. “You friends with Grace Park?”
“Grace told some of our friends, yeah. We got friends in high places…”
“How high? The warden?” Hayden asked.
Sarah just gave her a slow smile.
“Oh fuck… it’s Rhona, isn’t it?” Roselyn groaned. “That woman gets everywhere.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:13:00 AM

“Sucks to be you now, don’t it?” Sarah asked the unnerved Shay before turning to her friends. “Ladies, you can go for anyone you want, but Shay Mitchell is mine.”
“Give it your best shot,” Nicki added. “But you ain’t going nowhere…”
* * * * * * * * *
“By the way, thank you for extending your little alarm to cover Sarah Shahi and her friends,” Kate said.  “And for telling them about the gym.”
"That's what friends are for," Grace replied. “You didn’t… um… record any of the displays from Alyssa’s Place, did you?”
“I most certainly did.”
“Think I could watch a few-“
“Absolutely not.”   
* * * * * * * * * *
“Kristen here couldn’t wait to join in,” Phoebe continued. “Especially when sexy Sarah here told us about your new friend’s secret past.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Jennifer.
“Don’t hide your light under a bushel, Head Cheerleader Lawrence,” Jennette  cackled. “The first year she went to 12th District School she made the squad – cheered on the Ravens to victory almost every time.”
“Until she became head cheerleader,” Fontana added. “That year the team didn’t lose at all… you must have something really inspiring under there…”
“She does,” said Milla with a huge grin on her face.
All the others, except Jennifer, stared at her in surprise.
“Oh, like any of you would pass THAT up,” the Ukrainian added airily.
“Troian loves it when I dress up like a cheerleader,” Hayden commented. “Never liked the getup myself, but…”
“I hear that,” Megan agreed.
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to worry about that any longer,” April assured them. And with that, she went for Hayden; Fontana, no respecter of size, ran alongside her before targeting the much smaller Emma, carrying her outside with the force.
Milla smashed into Megan with such force that the two also tumbled out of the room into the gym.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:13:48 AM

“What is it with you and cheerle-“ was all Olivia managed to get out before Phoebe leaped onto her, tugging at her hair and sending them both onto the tiled floor. The two rolled over and over, also heading into the gym.
“Remember the library?” Nicki shouted, and was on Blake, sending her outside and pinning her to the ground.
Kristen and Jennifer were pounding each other against the wall, both hoping to send the other into goodnightland. As for Roselyn, she didn’t mind blondes, but not when they were hitting her on the jaw as Jennette was; someone should’ve spanked this one a lot harder as a girl…
“They’ll keep your friends busy,” Sarah said, advancing on Shay while ignoring the yells and thuds around them. “This is for my boyfriend.”
“This” was a blow to Shay’s face that sent her sprawling, with Sarah leaping onto her the second Shay landed. The young woman howled when she felt a knee connecting to her stomach, followed by another wallop to her head; Shay grabbed out to fight back, but Sarah had her own head in her hands, and brought it on the floor.
The pain exploded in Shay’s skull as the woman glared down at her and started to do it again – and Shay kicked Sarah back, battling to overcome the agony in her head. She reached into her uniform and pulled the nightstick out, but Sarah knocked it out of her hand and sent it skittering to the other end of the room.
“It doesn’t have to be this way…” Nicki told Blake as the two grappled near the running machines. “How about you just let me lick you all over, and we call it a night? You might like it…”
“I should’ve done this with Emma,” Blake muttered.
“Done what, sugar?” asked Nicki.
Maybe it was the memory of being at Jaime’s mercy back in Alyssa’s Place. Maybe it was Nicki saying she didn’t want to hurt her while pinning Blake down with her sizeable behind. Maybe it was just one woman too many coming on to her, but… it was hard to tell which of the two was more surprised a moment later when Blake shot her hands up, clutched Nicki’s tresses and sharply tugged her head aside, slamming it onto the frame of the nearest machine. The voluptuous woman tumbled onto the floor as Blake rapidly got out of the way; Nicki’s ample ass facing them as she landed would have been an opportunity for any of the others, but for Blake Lively it was a sign that she would NEVER let another woman try and take her. Not ever.
“This is for guys only, Minaj,” the blonde told Nicki as she pointed to her body.
Megan Fox was not having as easy a time with Milla Jovovich, who was actually kicking her around the place; each time she tried to get up, Milla had her on the ropes.
“How about we just kiss and make out like Nicki wanted with my friend?” she suggested, wincing under Milla’s latest blow.
“No chance,” her opponent replied. “I like my girls to have real breasts.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:14:56 AM

That did it. Milla’s shit-eating grin was smashed into by Megan’s fist, followed by the rest of her body sending the two of them against one of the exercise bikes. They tumbled over it, Megan punching Milla across the jaw hard before either of them could get up and knocking her out, and ripping her uniform open to show off Miss Jovovich’s rack, or lack thereof.
“At least I *got* breasts, loser,” Megan spat.
Phoebe and Olivia struggled by the entrance to the gym; Phoebe had Olivia in a headlock and was grimly trying to get her hands in the prime position for neck-snapping.
“That ain’t gonna happen,” Olivia managed to get out, before flipping Phoebe over; she smashed into the water cooler, sending water and machinery everywhere. Before she could get up, Olivia’s arms flew out and two punches quietened her.
“Practise for Rosie,” she spat.
On the other end of the row of exercise bikes, Hayden was getting slugged repeated by April, and returning blow for blow – but each one was hurting Hayden more than it hurt April, partly because of their respective sizes and partly thanks to her aching arm.
“Look,” she said in between punches, “you heard what Nicki Minaj tried over there… it would work with me…”
“Wouldn’t work with me,” April replied, slamming Hayden against the row.
“Don’t like white girls?” the pixie gasped.
“Don’t like GIRLS, period…” April said, getting Hayden into a hug. And squeezing, and squeezing, until Miss Panettiere thought she could feel her ribs starting to crack…
There was a loud crack, but it came from outside and above her body. The pressure around Hayden  lifted as April dropped to the ground with a thud, revealing one of the smaller weights used for lifting purposes – and the woman who’d just knocked out April with it.
“Makes two of us,” Blake Lively breathed, dropping the weight near the enemy as Hayden smiled at her.
Emma wasn’t in the mood for smiling; Fontana was a lot faster than her size implied, and the girl was flailing under each blow to her body – every time the convict made contact Emma felt her insides rearranging themselves. She tried to fight back, but the woman was dragging her all over the place like a doll.
Shay and Sarah were tearing at each other, spitting curses as fabric was ripped and flesh punched. Sarah tugged Shay’s head back and cracked it on the wall, punching her ribs at the same time. Shay shoved back at Sarah and the two staggered away, Shay trying to get her fingers on her opponent’s chest (not for a feel, but for a twist).
Kristen hurled Jennifer onto a row of lockers; wrenching one of her arms behind her before the faux brunette had time to respond, the real brunette pressed her onto the cold metal and hissed “I never liked your kind, Lawrence.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:15:36 AM

“Not crazy about you either, Stewart,” Jennifer grunted, and shoved an elbow into Kristen’s stomach before sharply jerking her head back, crashing it against her opponent’s face; she told herself that the tiny little moistness she felt on her head was Kristen Stewart’s blood and not saliva. It gave her courage.
As the two rolled off the lockers, Kristen saw Shay and Sarah’s battle carry them near her – and while slamming her next blow into Jennifer, she put one of her legs out just as Shay approached.
Unable to see it due to her attention being occupied with strangling Sarah, Shay tripped backwards over Kristen’s foot; she was then kicked by Sarah before she landed, with her opponent stamping on her chest. Shay quickly grabbed Sarah’s foot and twisted it.
The room was filled with a sharp howl from Sarah as the ankle snapped; she collapsed on top of Shay, her hands reaching for the younger woman’s throat. Shay socked Sarah across the jaw and went for her breasts again – and this time she got them.
Sarah yelled in agony as Shay gave them a hard twist; she aimed her hands at the woman’s face, clawing across it and managing to scratch a little skin off, but Shay kicked Sarah in her busted ankle, forcing her to let go because of the pain. Shay smashed her fists across Sarah’s face one more time, hard enough to make her hit the tiled floor hard enough to knock her out.
Then Shay found herself being hauled off the floor by a pair of strong, meaty arms suddenly wrapped around her waist; the shocked convict felt a face pressing against hers as she was clutched closer to the newcomer.
“Don’t start celebrating yet, gorgeous,” Fontana growled. “Time for round two – hope you put up more of a fight than your friend did.”
Out in the gym, a groaning Emma Roberts just lay there, trying to get herself mentally and physically pieced together after Fontana’s workout.
Roselyn and Jennette scrabbled in a corner, the older woman trying not to let her shot arm impede her and the younger woman doing her damnedest to take advantage of it, hitting it at every chance. Roselyn tried to keep it out of sight, but the scrappy blonde just went for it more.
“Sucks to not be a softpaw, huh?” Jennette cackled, punching the woman in the jaw.
Jennette found out a moment later that while Roselyn’s arms were flawed, her legs weren’t; the leader wrapped them around the girl’s waist, pinning her. Before Jennette could respond, Roselyn pinned her to the floor, face down.
“I can still do this, girlie,” the leader spat, and furiously paddled Jennette’s butt with her right hand while using what strength there was in her left to get a grip around the furious blonde’s neck. “Oh, stop squirming… you love this…”
“No – I – DON’T!” Jennette lied, saying it several times over before she lost consciousness.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:16:58 AM

Swapping blows elsewhere in the room, Jennifer spotted the nightstick Sarah had taken from Shay, lying just out of reach. She struggled to put herself IN reach of it, but Kristen stamped a foot down on her hand.
“Uh-uh-uh… I fight fair,” the cheerleaderphobe chided, before kicking Jennifer in the side and swiftly sliding the nightstick over to a colleague.
Caught in Fontana’s embrace, Shay struggled to get free while marvelling at how strong this woman was; Fontana held her firmly with one arm and even found time to rub Miss Mitchell’s ass with her crotch while picking up the nightstick with the other. Then she let Shay go.
Long enough for Fontana to grab the other end of the nightstick, whip it up by Shay’s neck and bring her slamming back into contact, pressing it hard on her throat. Gurgling and fighting for breath, Shay desperately tried to push it back, but Fontana’s strength was no match for her at all.
As she kicked the air fruitlessly, she was swung around to where Sarah lay unconscious; Shay would have to look at her in her last moments, as a little reminder.
“Any last words, Mitchell?” Fontana rasped, thrusting the stick back harder.
Shay was unable to speak – because a shot rang through the room, followed by a rapidly cut off grunt from behind her. Fontana’s hands slipped off the nightstick, which rolled down Shay’s body and hit the floor shortly after her captor did. Shay and everyone else in the room looked in surprise at the door.
And at Emma Roberts, holding Scarlett Johansson’s smoking gun as if it was the first time she’d ever used one to kill. Which it was.
“We’re getting out of here,” she said, willing herself not to tremble before she pointed the gun at Kristen as the other members gathered behind or around her. “You, get off Jennifer.”
Kristen could see the gang’s cutting tools; she could reach down, get one and finish off this damn cheerleader – but that was the definition of bringing a knife to a gun fight. Glaring at Jennifer, she got off her and, Emma’s gun on her all the while, moved away.
Or started to; within seconds she was on the ground, having been sent to sleep by the trusty nightstick deployed by Shay, who’d quickly retrieved it.
Emma quickly locked the door and the women retrieved their tools to pick up where they left off, trying to put the deceased Fontana out of their minds and each with fingers crossed in their minds that they could get into the tunnels before the guards arrived. And before the unconscious women in the room came to…
* * * * * * * * * *
“Beaten by the cons my ass,” Jessica Alba muttered, as she and the half of the guards who were with her stood inside the maintenance section, watching Michelle Rodriguez and Lena Headey crowbarring the grille covering the opening leading to the tunnels. There were other entrances around the prison, but this one was the closest to the outlet; it also had two other bonuses – a) it

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:17:45 AM

didn’t require them to head over the wall and negotiate a path to the exit from the outside, and b) it was inside, and therefore not freaking freezing. “If Scarlett doesn’t make it…”
“Suppose they’re already out?” asked Jordana Brewster.
“They can’t run that fast,” Jane Lynch chided, as Michelle and Lena gave the grille one last shove each and sent it clattering aside.
“Put that out, Cattrall,” Jennifer Morrison snapped.
“You’re not the boss of me, Snow White,” Kim replied, reaching for her cigarette lighter.
“No, but I am,” Jessica pointed out, plucking the cigarette from between Kim’s lips and dropping it down the hole. “You can light up when we’re done.”
“That was my last one!” the other whined as Jessica started to climb the ladder down into the system.
“That was my last one!” Carey Mulligan mimicked. “Use a patch, Cattrall – it’s better for you.”
“Or just quit,” Carly Chaikin suggested.
“Clean-living Chaikin, huh? Is that why you’re the second-best shot around here?”
“Second? Mulligan, you’ve got as much humility as you’ve got boobs,” chided Carly as she headed down.
“Fine, we’ll let the San Fran Eight decide,” said Carey. “Whoever gets the first one who comes out is top gun around here.”
“Oh, you are SO on.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Milla Jovovich was a strong believer in taking opportunities when they were given. She had been the first to come to, and her first instinct had been to get out of there.
But then she’d seen Nicki Minaj right where she wanted her – face down, ass up, and completely quiet. Seeing that Phoebe Tonkin was stirring and being by nature a sharing soul, she’d gently roused her up and invited her to join in the bounty – “Acres and acres of jungle-girl meat there, and all ours,” Milla had cackled.
Phoebe had seen the logic behind her colleague’s reasoning, and was soon tugging down Nicki’s uniform in preparation for the kind of midnight feast the writers of British boarding school stories never wrote about.
If nothing else, at least Milla and Phoebe had the memory of Nicki’s exposed rump to masturbate to when Cate Blanchett, several other guards and their guns turned up to play the role of cockblock.
* * * * * * * * *

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:19:15 AM

Jennette’s eyes fluttered open, her body taking in how Roselyn’s legs were no longer keeping her in check. Reflecting on how warm her asscheeks were (“Not bad,” she couldn’t help thinking), she also reflected she wasn’t alone; Sarah was still out cold, though probably not for much longer judging from how she was getting slapped by Charlize Theron. Fontana was lying there and she wasn’t going anywhere, and Kristen was… wait, where was Kristen?
The open panel in the floor gave her, and the guards dropping into it, the answer.
* * * * * * * * * *
Kristen Stewart could move fast. She didn’t know the exact route they were taking, but she knew what direction to go in. And since no one else was with her, she had no one to slow her down.
“I’m coming for you, Lawrence,” she said to herself as she sprinted.
* * * * * * * * * *
As the gang raced through the tunnels on the other side towards the western outlet, Hayden had suggested that they try and sing to keep their spirits up; Roselyn nixed this, pointing out they didn’t know how close the guards were behind them (“We can sing when we’re in the van. Well, some of us can,” Roselyn added, with a little laugh as she eyed Megan, who simply rolled her eyes).
“Besides, isn’t getting out of here enough to perk anyone up?” Shay added as she and Emma kept their torches spanning the floors and ceilings, the better to keep from stepping in anything unpleasant.
Emma stopped her beam as she spotted something near her foot; it was a small object, not disgusting in and of itself but….
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, picking it up and looking it over.
“What is it?” Roselyn asked.
“It’s a cigarette.”
“Since when do you smoke?” Megan added.
“I don’t,” Emma replied, rolling the cigarette between her fingers. “But Cattrall does. It’s her brand.”
Emma and Shay stared at each other as they and the others put two and two together, and both shouted “That BITCH!”
“Which one? It’s a crowded field in this place,” Jennifer said.
“Grace!” Shay explained as she and Emma turned around. “She must’ve told the warden…”
“They’ve got to be all waiting for us on this side!” Emma added.
“Lead on, ladies,” Roselyn told them as the gang started off on the new route, heading faster now they had more area to cover.
“Winslet might’ve stuck people on the far end as well!” Blake gasped. “If she did…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:20:27 AM

“Well, it won’t be the first time tonight we’ve had to fight,” Olivia said grimly. “Just hope it’ll be the last.”
* * * * * * * * *
The pipe that let the waste from Remy Hadley out had nothing barring it from the winds rushing around the mountain.
The guards stood side by side within the pipe a few feet away from the exit, wishing the late night wind wasn’t blowing behind them but glad nothing liquid was flowing around their feet. To a woman, their weapons were out and ready to be brought up and fired; the second the gang came through it would be goodnight.
Carly Chaikin glanced at Carey Mulligan, whose finger was curled so tightly on the trigger of her gun she was almost in danger of firing right there.
“Patience, ladies,” Gemma Arterton said. “There’ll be plenty for all of us…”
* * * * * * * * * *
The other team of guards followed Cate as she raced through the tunnels, the head guard hoping that the convicts could hear the footsteps catching up. All she could think of was catching up to that bunch of dykes and putting them in their place once and for all.
She was so intent on finding them that she had no idea she had outpaced the other guards; the thought of dealing with them had taken precedence over everything. She could almost smell them – that Cuban woman, the driver with the tattoos, that damnable Blake…
As Cate rounded a corner, she was taken aback by what she saw.
But only briefly. Then the professional in her immediately took over, and she waited for the torchbeam to pick out what was in front of her as she gripped her nightstick in preparation.
The torchlight stopped at Cate’s feet, and moved up sharply – and Emma Roberts’s face started as she found herself staring into the depths of hell via Cate Blanchett’s eyes.
“BLANCHETT!!!” the girl screamed as Cate grabbed her arm. “DETOUR!”
An instant later, pain exploded through Emma’s sternum as the head guard smashed her stick against it. “You and that little blonde slut had the nerve to use me in your twisted little fantasies? ME?!?”
Cate slugged Emma’s stomach again. “No one treats me like that. NO ONE!”
“Hey, you should be glad SOMEONE wants to fuck you!” the safecracker gasped.
“I hear you like working without clothes,” Cate said grimly. “Since you were born naked, you can die that way as well…” And hitting Emma again, she began to pull at her uniform.
“Don’t rip it, it’s the only one I’ve got,” the young woman sneered as she helped Cate take it off. “You couldn’t wait for this, could you?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:21:08 AM

Cate’s eyes somehow became even colder as she brought back her nightstick. “Excuse me, Roberts?”
“Oh, come on – I know a closet case when I see one,” Emma panted, grabbing Cate’s forearm before the stick could make contact with her body again. “Now Blake Lively, she’s the real deal – but you? I bet you lie in bed with your pussywhipped husband just thinking about some of those hot guards like Arterton and Alba…”
“Stop it,” Cate said flatly.
“Or maybe join in the fun with one of us? Hayden told me she’d like to get her hands on some sweet Blanchett booty and I think you’d like it as well…”
“Stop it,” the guard repeated more forcefully.
“Or maybe it’s *some* of us?” Emma continued. “A little orgy out in the bleachers - Megan working your tits, Roselyn doing your back door, me getting a taste of Down Under… come on, if you really hated being here with all us sexy ladies you’d have transferred long ago… you love it, admit it.”
“STOP IT!” Cate shouted, forcing the stick closer to Emma.
“Your wish is my command, Cleopatra Queen of De-nial,” Emma Roberts cooed, and spat in Cate Blanchett’s eyes.
The sudden move made Cate let go of Emma, who rapidly retrieved her uniform and sprinted away; as the guard wiped her eyes clear in fury, she saw that said uniform was on the ground a few feet away, down another turning. Emma must have dropped it in her bid to escape. With a snarl, Cate ran down that pathway at speed, knowing that there was nowhere else for her to go.
Down the tunnel she pounded, racing with her eyes on the alert for Emma Roberts’s bouncing behind which she was looking forward to filling with bullets the second it got in range, heading towards the chilly opening, spotting several women in uniform standing there with their WHAT THE FUCK--
An instant later, Carey Mulligan won the bet.
* * * * * * * * * *
Shay and Emma had taken in the details of the entire system, including possible alternate ways to where they had to be. It was one of those alternates that Shay had led the others to, and which Emma Roberts was heading for to catch up with them when she heard the gunshots.
It was even colder without the uniform she’d rapidly dropped as a decoy for Cate, but it had been worth it. Scratch one Blanchett…
* * * * * * * * * *
Several yards away, Jaime heard the gunshots and grinned.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:21:47 AM

Then they suddenly stopped, and the grin vanished. Unless the guards didn’t believed in wasting bullets there was no way they could have gotten nine of them in such a short time – something had gone wrong, but she wasn’t about to keep going this way to find out what.
Jaime started to run toward the other exit; Emma and Shay weren’t the only ones who’d memorised the entire system, and she had the quickest way through by heart. There was no way she’d be able to get to them before they left, but she could still catch up on the way down…
* * * * * * * * *
"EEYUCK!!!"
"We had to run into something sometime," Roselyn reminded Jennifer. "It *is* a sewer..."
"No, I think a rat ran over my foot. I hate rats."
"How do you feel about safecrackers?"
It wasn’t like their smiles immediately lit up the darkness, but everyone’s spirits rose on hearing and seeing Emma Roberts catch up with them; it was the second bit of good news the gang had gotten in the last few minutes. The first was that they were almost at the exit – they could feel the Sierra Nevada air starting to hit them. None of them had wanted to be outside after midnight far above sea level so much in their lives.
“Nasty,” Hayden told Emma as she saw the bruises Cate had left decorating her body.
“It’s not like I can’t walk,” she replied. “Just wish I hadn’t had to leave my tools.”
“So am I the only one here wondering why Emma’s naked?” asked Olivia.
“Yes,” said… all the others.
“C’mon, didn’t you see the news about her when we got caught?” Shay asked.
“I didn’t catch most of it,” Olivia told her. “I was too busy getting FRAMED FOR MURDER.”
“Oh shit, sorry…”
“Shit.”
It wasn’t an echo; Roselyn and the others had reached the mouth of the outlet, and all they had to do was step through it and be on the face of the mountain… once they’d cut through the meshwork that was covering the mouth.
“This wasn’t on the blueprints…” gasped Shay.
“Must’ve added this afterwards,” Megan added, looking at the latticed barrier. “At least it’s not too thick – shouldn’t hold us up long…”
“Shay, Blake, you’re the tallest – you two cut along the top and the rest of you go either side,” Roselyn said as she started to cut wires herself. “Just don’t get in each other’s way.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:23:22 AM

“You sit this one out, Hayden,” said Blake as she began her work. “Your arm-“
“No way,” the small blonde snapped, crouching down. “I got this…. AIIIEEE!”
The others glanced in concern at Hayden as she gritted her teeth, trying to use her knife despite the pain in her arm. She managed to get her hand up, but it was costing her with every move.
“Blondie gave you an order,” Jennifer said briskly, gently taking the cutter from Hayden. “I’ll do it – I haven’t done anything to really help yet anyway.”
“You helped with Scarlett,” Megan pointed out.
“Call it fringe benefits,” Jennifer laughed.
Watching as the others worked on the fencework, Hayden was also looking back periodically into the darkness of the tunnel, hoping against hope that there wouldn’t be lights and footsteps approaching. She couldn’t spend another night in this place, not now they were so close to escape – but there was someone else after them, and at least if it was the guards she’d get to see sunrise. If it was Jaime bursting out of that tunnel, that hellish way to fuck death in her hand…
“COME ON!”
Her nightmare scenario vanished from her mind as Emma called, with Shay and Blake pushing the enormous piece of cut mesh out of the mouth of the tunnel. It immediately folded out and hung down outside as Shay climbed over the metal, followed by Blake. There was a slight drop from the mouth onto the ground of the slope, but it wasn’t inclining enough for any risk of tumbling away.
With Hayden’s exuberant “YES!” behind them, they were the first two to step onto the rock and stone of the mountain.
“You’re not gonna believe this, but I’ve been out like this on colder nights,” Emma laughed as she jumped down.
“I’ll warm you up when we’re in the van,” Shay assured her.
“Are they *always* on?” Olivia asked as she went next.
“Yes, but you get used to it,” Blake replied.
“We should have been further down by now,” Roselyn muttered, close behind.
“And I slowed you down,” Hayden grumbled.
“Seven don’t cut much slower than eight,” Megan told her as she helped her down and they joined the others. Though there were a few clouds in the sky, they’d been blessed with a full moon and that, combined with the torches from Emma and Shay in front, meant their journey was a little safer. Only a little – they were still climbing down a mountain at night – but safer.
Jennifer put a leg onto the hanging-down fencing and prepared to jump down to join the others and finish the lineup… and a fist grabbed her uniform, tugging her back around to the shock of her and the group.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:25:19 AM

“And where do you think YOU’RE going, young lady?” snarled Kristen Stewart.
“GO!!! I’LL CATCH UP!!!” Jennifer yelled down to the others before Kristen yanked her back inside the tunnel and smashed a fist into her mouth.
“In your dreams, Lawrence,” Kristen spat, following up her fist with another crack across Jennifer’s face; but as Miss Lawrence stumbled she clutched her enemy, and both women smashed onto the concrete by the exit, tearing at each other until Kristen climbed on top, slapping her.
“How come you hate cheerleaders anyway?!” yelled Jennifer, wishing that there was something – ANYTHING – she could have used around here as a weapon. But there wasn’t even a rock there; the whole thing was clean as a whistle.
“Because they make me sick!” Kristen shouted, tugging at Jennifer’s hair. “Those girls all sashaying around halfnaked and getting everything they want just ‘cause of how they look, and my mom and sisters telling me to be just like them and keep the line going… and then I go and lose my second boyfriend to one! The first one wasn’t so bad, at least he dumped me for a med student, but to lose to a damn cheerleader?!”
Jennifer howled as Kristen snapped one of her fingers; the girl was well and truly in the zone.
“But I showed him. Oh yeah, I showed him what he was giving up,” Kristen continued, digging her nails into Jennifer’s arms. “Sweet little Tiffany Collins, wagging her hot little body all over the place… sweet little Tiffany’s cute, empty head…”
Kristen swiped her fingers across Jennifer’s chest, getting another little cry from her as the nails raked through the cloth to the skin and leaving a few red streaks on her breasts.
“Sweet little Tiffany. She was my first, and you ain’t gonna be my last… picking up where I left off when I get out, and all thanks to you and your friends…”
Jennifer’s top half was trapped under the demented blackhaired woman, but her legs were free; it was these that she swung up, wrapping her calves and knees around Kristen’s legs from behind. She thrust them aside and threw Kristen off, rapidly unwrapping and slamming a foot into the enemy’s chest, following it with a rapid kick onto her head. Quickly Jennifer scrambled around and cracked a fist across Kristen’s face, ignoring her hands clawing on her.
Jennifer clutched Kristen’s neck and shoulder and wrenched her around, smashing her onto the ground and elbowing the back of her head.  Before Kristen could get up, Jennifer had bounded up and pounded both her feet onto her enemy’s back, knowing one of Kristen’s arms was underneath and taking pleasure in the yell that ensued.
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU, CHEERLEADER!!!” Kristen shouted before Jennifer kicked her mouth, breaking a few teeth and reducing what she was saying thereafter to muffled as Jennifer kicked and thumped her opponent into oblivion.
“That’s head cheerleader, Kristen,” Jennifer panted after one last blow, glancing down at the stilled opponent. “You don’t fuck with the head of the team.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:28:45 AM

“That’s what I told my girls as well,” ex-head cheerleader of her school Jaime Pressly cackled behind her.
Before Jennifer had time to react, Jaime plunged the device into her back.
* * * * * * * * *
None of the ladies had wanted to leave Jennifer there, but the longer they stopped the more chances the guards had to catch up. Even though they weren’t at the summit of K2 it was still a long way to the bottom, and with three of them injured it was making it trickier. And it was only a matter of time before they started swinging the searchlights to sweep the mountainface…
“If we move across instead of going down we could get to the river and take the rapids the rest of the way,” Shay suggested.
“Tell me you’re joking,” Olivia shuddered, trying not to give in to her aching leg.
“Relax, she’s kidding. We’re still on the worst part of the mountain,” Emma called from in front. “Stay on this route and it WILL get easier. And keep talking…”
Singing was out of the question, but talking was easier and let them keep track in the increasing darkness – neither Shay nor Emma could afford to take their eyes off what was in front of them for an instant. For the time being each woman had to negotiate down the route with varying degrees of difficulty; Roselyn, Hayden and Olivia had all refused constantly offered support at first, but after Olivia had almost slipped once she had found herself sticking closer to Roselyn (whose legs had not been hurt), and Blake was watching Hayden like a hawk; she too had lost her footing, but Blake had gotten her, and she hadn’t missed the little smile Hayden had given her.
Which left Megan bringing up the rear, not liking the clouds in the night sky; they weren’t blocking the moonlight, but if it started to rain while they were up there and still not on the gentler ground walking could get worse, and then some of them might get to the bottom a LOT faster than they wanted. And Megan Fox was not great with climbing.
She took a few more steps onwards, focusing on Blake Lively. The thought that she could check out the blonde’s butt all the way down took her mind off her situation.
And then a forearm clamped around her neck, with a bloodied triple-bladed device in its hand, and Megan’s dreams were over.
“I’m BAAAACK,” Jaime Pressly whispered. “Don’t scream, wheelgirl…”
Megan froze up, knowing Jaime could only have come out through the other outlet and wishing that the blood on the blades didn’t belong to who she thought it did.
“Oh, Jennifer… no….”
“Oh yes,” Jaime sneered. “And you might be next.”
“Might…?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:29:54 AM

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Tats,” Jaime sneered. “You get a choice – you can get it like this…” she jabbed the tips of the device against Megan’s side before she pointed out into the darkness. “Or you can jump. And it ain’t like they’re coming back to save your butt…”
She jabbed Megan again. “It’s a long way down, and they’ll all get there before me, but I ain’t gonna give ‘em a chance. And I know you’re thinking you can fight, but I know just where to stick this… now you wanna pick, or should I do it for you?”
“MEGAN!!!!”
The decision was out of Megan’s hands; she, Jaime, and all the other escapees, whirled their heads around at that sound. Taking it in at once, the driver wrenched her arm free of Jaime and got out of the way of the plummeting Jennifer Lawrence.
Fighting the pain of the wounds in her back, she had crawled out of the exit and started down slope, gingerly picking her way down with her own torch and spotting Jaime approaching Megan. She knew there was no way she could get to them in time at her walking speed, but she also knew Jaime was like the Terminator - she absolutely would not stop, ever, until Megan and the others were all dead.
There was only one chance - Jennifer started tumbling down the slope, unable to stop, but able to shout…
Megan got out of the way in time, but as Jennifer smashed into Jaime the blonde lost her footing and dropped the device before she could use it on Miss Lawrence. Both convicts followed it an instant later, tumbling over and over downhill… before they hurtled over the edge and plunged into the darkness, as their screams blended into one before fading quickly.
The remaining seven stared in shock where Jaime Pressly and Jennifer Lawrence had been a moment ago; only some faint moans broke through to them from several yards downhill.
“Is that…” Blake asked, in dread.
Another low set of groans wafted up to them, in a different register.
“Holy fuck… they’re both alive?!” Olivia said.
“Maybe Jaime’ll snuff it before they find her,” Emma added bitterly. “Hope Jennifer uses her body to keep warm…”
“Maybe she’ll do it before they find us,” Roselyn urged. “We have to keep moving.”
“Yeah,” Shay agreed. But she still glanced outwards and downwards as she returned to leading the prisoners, mentally sending a little note to whatever was out there and hoping that Jennifer would be okay.
She wasn’t the only one.
* * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later the clouds finally broke, bringing chilly rain to the area.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:30:54 AM

It cut through the floodlighting that covered the mountainface and drenched the guards, all combing the territory in search of the escapees.
The rain slashed through the air and spattered over the ground, and over a Ford E-Series van.
And the seven women racing towards it.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Warden?”

Kate and Grace’s ears pricked up when Jessica Alba’s voice filtered through the speakerphone.
“Did you get them?” the warden asked hopefully, leaning forward to get all the details. “They HAD to come through there…”
“We got them.”
“Excellent – Sanchez and her friends are dead?”
“The other team got Sarah Shahi and her sidekicks,” Jessica corrected. “Kristen Stewart gave ‘em the slip at first but they got her by the outlet. They’re all heading back to their cells – lot of bruises all round, but nothing—“
“What about the main gang, Alba?”
“We heard them coming and opened fire the second the first one came through. And…”
“Yes?” Kate said eagerly.
“We… er… we shot Cate Blanchett,” Jessica answered hesitantly.
“Oh, what a shame,” Grace said airily.
“You did WHAT?!?” Kate shouted. “You killed one of us?!”
“She took about twenty bullets before we could stop shooting…  I don’t know how she’s still alive. Must be all the hate in her.”
“Blanchett’s alive?” asked Kate.
“She’s a fighter,” Jessica asserted.
“Oh, what a shame,” Grace said again, sounding like she meant it this time.
“Tell me you managed to stop those robbers,” the warden said, clenching her fists.
“We found Jaime Pressly and Jennifer Lawrence; they took a fall down the side. About a hundred feet or so...”
"Are they dead?" Kate asked.
"No - they're hurt but they'll be okay."

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:31:55 AM

"Shit. And the others?"
"They... got away. By the time we got down the mountain they were gone… Warden? Warden?”
Jessica was speaking to a dialtone, as Kate hung up and began to make another call.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was cold outside, but inside it was warm. In Rhona Mitra’s mansion, it was especially warm.
Rhona prided herself on her steady hand as she held the phone, recording Rosie Huntington-Whiteley bathing and humming to herself; part of her wished she could find a way to put this online. Her girl’s body was too beautiful to keep to herself (Rosie herself had asked Rhona several times if she could do some nude shots – even though Rhona figured this was something else Rosie was actually good at, she’d told her not yet).
Seeing the lotion being rubbed all over Rosie’s small breasts made Rhona want to fling the cameraphone aside and join her. Up and down the image moved, taking in all of her sylph-like body.
“You are incredible,” Rhona sighed, capturing her beloved’s face.
“I’d do anything for you, Roni,” Rosie giggled. “Even blow your—“
“Near, far, wherever you are…”
As Celine Dion interrupted that line of thinking, Rosie’s eyes lit up even more.  Rhona’s narrowed as she took the other phone from her trousers – unlike Rosie she hated the song and film. “This had better be important,” she said stiffly, still watching her girlfriend.
“We may have a problem on our hands…” Kate said on the other end, feeling it would be a very long time before she could sleep with Rhona’s hot little girlfriend again. If ever.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Whooo, looks like Rhona’s gonna have your boobs for breakfast!" Grace cackled when the warden hung up.
"And YOURS, Park," Kate hissed. "And when she’s done with whatever remains of those mosquito bites you call your breasts, they’ll be shared.”
“Huh?”
“I am going to see to it that you have a VERY hard time in Remy Hadley from now on,” the warden explained, getting up and going to her cabinet. “Starting with making sure Leighton Meester tells everyone about your Teacher's Pet tendencies.”
“Shouldn’t she be dead by now? Damn snitch…”
“She would be, but her parole is going to be approved in the next couple of days. And the protection both she and you received up to now expires the second she leaves. Expires for you, that is.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:32:44 AM

The floor suddenly felt very unsteady underneath Grace. Looking nervously at Kate as she took out a bottle and two glasses, she gulped.
"I believe the phrase you're looking for is 'Oh, crap,'" the warden said calmly, pouring some whisky into the glasses and handing one to Grace before lifting up her own. “Salut.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Whoever said “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise” hadn’t figured on the FBI, Jessica Biel figured as she studied reports in her office. Being a Fed certainly hadn’t made her wealthy, coming in first every day – well, apart from the cleaners – didn’t do anything for her health, and if she was wise she’d have quit long ago. She didn’t even have a vacation to look forward to because she’d already used all her holiday time.
And she couldn’t even work it off by humping Beverley Mitchell. At least not until she and the other Musketeers (also known as Kristen Bell and Tammin Sursok) got back from checking out that club in LA; Jessica had half-expected to get a call from the La-La Land office telling them that BJ and/or Beverley was in a holding cell or hospital… no love lost between those two, especially now that she was Agent Mitchell.
As if Fate was cueing it up, her phone rang. Glad to have an excuse not to go over reports for a few minutes, Jessica snatched it up, expecting for a second that they had indeed come to blows. Again.
“Biel here… Mm-hmm… No, the agents on the case are on another assignment… WHAT!?! When the fuck did THIS happen?... I’m on it. Thanks for letting me know.”
The second the phone went back in its cradle, Jessica was dialling Kristen. It didn’t matter whether or not they were done in LA, and it didn’t matter how much of a prima donna Miss Pancake Chest could be – the San Francisco Eight Minus Two Plus One were out and heading home, and Biel needed Bell and Beverley… and she supposed BJ… back on base. Now.
* * * * * * * * *
“This Is A Channel 7 Special Bulletin!”
JoAnna and Jason had been enjoying their evening at home so far; he’d managed to make dinner without messing something up for the eleventh time in a row – a new record – and she’d been thinking over their last upcoming vacation as a non-married couple now that she’d finally set a date. And then the announcer had crashed in.
“Oh, it’s probably something from the Governor,” Jason said airily. “He picks his nose and someone thinks it’s a big deal…”
The graphics dissolved to show the newsdesk, and a professional-looking young blonde sitting there. Jason’s attention got caught, and so was JoAnna’s; if Ashley Benson was fronting it instead of Tony Romano, it had to be something big. Channel 7 didn’t waste billboards on people lumbered with filler.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:34:22 AM

“It has been confirmed that seven prisoners have escaped from the Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women upstate,” Ashley said. “Six of them are members of the group known as the San Francisco Eight…”
As pictures of the escapees filled the screen JoAnna gulped, and Jason eyed his soon-to-be-wife with concern. Even though that Pressly psycho wasn’t among the prisoners, that didn’t mean they might not want to take out the last six months on her or anyone else who’d sent them up.
“They’re not going to get you, JoAnna,” he assured her. “I promise.”
Before she could reply, the theme from “NCIS” burst forth from her jeans pocket – what a time to get a message. “Hang on, I gotta see this…” she said, taking out the phone.
“Not a problem – take your mind off the news,” Jason nodded as JoAnna looked at the screen, nodded and rapidly texted a reply, before pocketing the phone.
“That was Lorraine Myers,” she said casually.
“The one who can’t belch without telling you about it? Why do you hang around with her all the time?” Jason sighed.
“It’s a woman thing. You wouldn’t understand… come on, let’s go and have some fun before this turns into a fight.”
“What kind of fun?” Jason asked, smiling.
JoAnna made a very familiar gesture involving a thumb-index finger circle with one hand and the index finger of the other, smiling back. That was the kind of thing she wouldn’t have done last year; she was getting to the perfect balance, not exactly planning threesomes but not quite such a prude either – sometimes she even swore when they had sex now. Jason suspected that the hostage incident had changed something in her, made her just a bit eager to lighten up in some ways, but he knew better than to bring that up around her.
“You’re getting filthier every day,” he laughed.  “First you let me take dirty pictures of you and now this. What would your mother say?”
“Probably something like ‘You go to your room, JoAnna Leanna Garcia,’” JoAnna replied, giggling as she got up. “Now come on, let’s do what Mom says…”
As she led him upstairs, she had her mind mostly on what was about to happen – and partly on the message; “Did you see the news?” had come from a female friend, but not Lorraine. Her reply – “Yeah; fire up stage 2” – was on its way to Troian Bellisario, who would soon be on her way to meet the crew once they arrived in the City by the Bay. Their meeting place had been passed on to the others by Shay, who’d received it as a PS in the last letter she’d gotten from JoAnna.
JoAnna told herself the rising heartbeat and wetness in her crotch as she and Jason entered the bedroom and began to undress were because of him, and they were.
Mostly.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:35:36 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
The women spent most of their first day as escapees asleep.
Megan had driven as long as she could before the adrenaline ran dry; they managed to get the van off the road and hidden before getting some rest, which was easier for some of them than others. But each one had managed to sleep before late afternoon, when Megan came back from the Land of Nod first and chose not to wait until the rest were awake before starting it up.
Heading down the road, Megan kept it going as close to the limit as possible; their ride wasn’t stolen, but the last thing they needed was a speeding ticket. Either Pete or Rachel had made sure the tank was almost full, so they wouldn’t have to stop for anything else - bladders willing.
Sitting next to her, Roselyn was glad that this one had air conditioning (UNLIKE the cargo van Rhona had lumbered them with); she didn’t like having car windows open at night. Way too cold. And her arm was almost numb from the blood loss – which was why she was another member of the Torn Uniform club; on getting inside the first move was to get some strips off and bandage up her wound.
Handing out some eagerly-grabbed snacks, Olivia smiled wearily at Emma and Shay, and at Blake and Hayden sitting behind them.
Holding Emma’s still trembling hand – whether from the temperature or because she’d killed Fontana, she didn’t know and didn’t want to ask - Shay turned to give her ex-cellmate a reassuring glance and smile. And widened her eyes when she saw Blake was holding Hayden’s tiny hand as if her life depended on it.
“Still got the details of that place?” Roselyn asked Shay.
“Right here,” she assured the leader, tapping her chest.
“But we HAVE to get you guys fixed up somewhere,” Blake added.
“As soon as five of us draw straws," Megan said.
"For what? And how come five? There’s seven of us,” Olivia pointed out.
"Well, you want Rosie,” Emma told Olivia, “and Hayden here has dibs on Ashley Benson, so you two are kinda disqualified.”
“From what?” Hayden asked, already knowing the answer.
“From choosing who gets to kill Rhona Mitra,” Roselyn said calmly.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on August 31, 2020, 08:39:25 AM

Coming tomorrow we get into the final part: The San Francisco Seven: The Payback

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:26:17 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
Son of a bitch.

Tracy Spiridakos had forgotten her wallet at home – she’d been in a rush to leave because she’d gotten up late because she’d been out with her girlfriends the night before because she was celebrating her promotion…  wow, this wasn’t the best way to start the weekend.

The young woman frantically felt her pockets and rummaged through her purse as she walked the last several yards – no money, but at least she still had her driver’s license, even if her damn car was in the garage again and she’d had to ride the subway like a common… like a common person without a car. And there was her bank, so the ID would come in handy to get some money out. Man, how did her parents get by without ATM machines? Tracy had to ask them the next time she was over there.
In she went, glad at least that it was early-ish and the lines at the counters weren’t too long; she darted to the shortest one, hoping that she wouldn’t have to be in here for a while.

“Good morning,” smiled the man behind the counter five minutes later.

“Hi!” Tracy countered.

“How’s the weekend so far?” he asked.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:27:05 AM

“Oh, it could be worse,” she said casually. “You?”
“Can’t complain, ma’am. What can I do for you this morning?”

“I could do with some cash,” Tracy replied, handing him her driver’s licence and handing it over, along with the withdrawal slip she’d filled in while waiting. “Otherwise I’ve got a long weekend of nothing to do.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” the man assured her. “This’ll just take a moment…”

He started to do his work on the keyboard, while Tracy glanced around the bank just to kill time. She didn’t want to tap her feet, but the sooner she had the money in her hands the sooner the weekend could really start…

“Ma’am, there seems to be a little problem with your account.”

“What do you mean?” Tracy asked. “I got paid yesterday – there should be enough in there, c’mon.”

“Well, according to this… your account’s empty.”

Tracy’s heart almost stopped; she shook her head as she stared at him. “Wh…. What?! That’s impossible! I’ve got like $7000 in there, I checked last night and it was there and now you’re telling me it’s gone?!”

“I’m afraid so, ma’am,” the man said sympathetically.

“No,” the young woman said hastily and disbelievingly. “No, that can’t be. Show me the screen.”

“Brace yourself,” he said as he swivelled the screen to face her. Tracy read the information on it, her eyes resting on the telling figure on the far right: 0.00.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:27:50 AM

“If you’ll take a seat one of our customer services personnel will see you in a few moments, and we’ll try and sort this out,” he continued, as Tracy’s eyes began to swim. This couldn’t be happening…  it just couldn’t.

“Please tell me I’m dreaming,” she moaned.

She didn’t wake up.

* * * * * * * * *

The women spent most of their first day as escapees asleep.

Megan had driven as long as she could before the adrenaline ran dry; they managed to get the van off the road and hidden before getting some rest, which was easier for some of them than others. But each one of them was slumbering as the world continued around them.

And above them, as a helicopter skimmed through the sky in the opposite direction…

“Seriously, is this a fucking joke?” asked Kristen Bell to no one in particular as the helicopter started its descent to the Remy Hadley courtyard. “Seven women bust out of here and no one manages to spot them? I mean, one I can understand but SEVEN?! What are they, invisible?”

“They must have some people helping them out,” Tammin Sursok mused in the seat opposite the pilot as she felt relief the flight was over – as hot as Kristen was, the moment she’d heard the San Francisco Eight… all right, the San Francisco Seven… had broken out of Remy Hadley the bitching and moaning had started. It hadn’t stopped on the way to their quickly arranged jet at LAX, it hadn’t stopped as they flew to Paradise and transferred to the chopper, and it wasn’t stopping now... Kristen probably did it in her sleep.

“Outside help? You worked that out by yourself? Well done, BJ!” Beverley Mitchell sarcastically clapped behind her as the helicopter landed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:28:38 AM

Not for the first time, Tammin had mixed feelings over where she was sitting – on the one hand, she hadn’t had to sit right next to Teacher’s Pet Mitchell (she couldn’t bring herself to call her “Agent Mitchell” even mentally). On the other hand, she’d been tempted many, many times to kick Beverley out during the flight, and if there was any way at all she could have made it look like an accident she would have. At least she had someone in her corner now, someone she could unload to after hours who’d help it all go away for a while.

At least Tammin had Victoria Justice.

“All that time in LA getting less than nowhere at Spectacular – someone should sue that place for false advertising – and now we’ve got to talk to some meathead guards…” Kristen’s grumbling soundtracked the helicopter touching down.

“Welcome to Remy Hadley,” said Tom, the guard who was waiting by the landing spot.

“Hi!” Kristen smiled to the meathead, brandishing her ID just in case he thought they were flying Avon Ladies. “I’m Agent Bell, my friend is Agent Mitchell, and the one in front is Agent Sursok.”

“Three of you?” he asked.

“We all worked on the case back in San Fran,” Beverley explained, ignoring the brief but blazing glare Tammin gave her. “This breakout made us all look bad.”

“We’ve been taking a lot of heat about this too,” he confided as he escorted the three agents to the entrance, with two more guards standing by the helicopter just in case any of the convicts working outside got any ideas. “Especially since they attacked one of the guards getting out.”

“Oh yeah, I read the report – Scarlett Johansson, right?” Tammin said. “I hear she’s popular with the prisoners.”

“She certainly is, ma’am,” Tom agreed. “Several of them had sex with Scarlett during the escape.”

“During?!” all three Feds echoed in surprise.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:29:30 AM

“Yes, apparently that was part of their plan…”

“I thought that was made up!” Beverley laughed.

“Believe me, ma’am, everything you’ve heard about this place is true.”

Tom chuckled, but Tammin was still thinking about the other thing he’d just said. So a bunch of the San Fran Eight had gang-banged Scarlett in full view of the other prisoners, and she’d ended up at death’s door… but she’d been found in the guards’ quarters, far away from the route the gang had taken. She couldn’t have crawled all the way there from anywhere the escapees could have been in that condition. No way. And if they’d wanted to beat the woman to a pulp, why didn’t they just do it right there on the catwalk? She may have been a popular guard, but she was still a guard.

Even though it was a beautiful breezy morning, Tammin Sursok was smelling something nasty in the air.

* * * * * * * * * *

If there was one thing the current warden at Remy Hadley and her predecessor had in common, it was an appreciation for pairing up kittens and cougars.

When Alyssa Milano had given the go-ahead for the old cells to become playhouses for the guards, she had made one condition; she wanted to choose who the women to break it in would be (“Don’t worry, it’ll just be a one-time thing”). And thus Susan Sarandon and Taylor Swift became the first convicts to be banged, first by each other and then by the guards in attendance. That was also the first time proceedings had been filmed, as had all the assignations in there since. Including the time Warden Milano herself had made lifer Shannen Doherty her bitch.

Much as Kate Winslet had wished Alyssa hadn’t taken that particular video with her when she left, she had her own favourites. Like the one she and the agents were watching in her office; it had everything. Sex – all right, foreplay – and violence, plus Blake Lively naked. Kate, Tammin, Kristen and Beverley kept going back and forth between the gorgeous nude Blake tied up and the battle between Hayden Panettiere and Jaime Pressly, right up to when the victorious Hayden and the saved Blake left with the others.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:36:33 AM

“Whoa,” Kristen said, impressed.

“That’s what I thought as well,” Kate admitted.

“Man, I would not want to get between her and Lively,” Beverley added.

“I would,” said Tammin, Kristen and Kate as one, all with big grins.

“Anyway,” the warden continued, switching off the screen, “Miss Pressly used the panelling in that area to try and escape… and you know how that fared for her.”

“And Jennifer Lawrence,” Kristen added. “But why weren’t the guards sent straight to that cell once someone got there after lights out?”

“We’re not mindreaders, Agent Bell,” said the warden. “If we had known this was coming, we would have stopped it.”

“So they went there and then to the other block – and they managed to get a keycard just like that?” asked Tammin.

“It might have been one of the guards. Probably Johansson,” Kate suggested.

“That would make sense,” Beverley agreed. “Sweet-talked her into helping them out, then beat the shit out of her to keep her from selling them out.”

“But it was still a little too easy…” Tammin said thoughtfully. “I can see them researching the layout, but who got them all the stuff they needed inside? And we know you had Grace Park in here all the time like she was a consultant or—“

“I don’t like what you’re implying, Agent Sursok,” Kate told her stiffly. “Of course there are a few rotten apples in any barrel, but Remy Hadley is hardly a den of corruption. They got out despite our best

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:37:23 AM

efforts, and my head guard nearly lost her life in the process – your job is to get them back. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

“Yeah,” Tammin sighed as she and the others got up. “So do we.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“So heads I talk to Johansson, tails you do,” Beverley said to Tammin.

“Deal,” Agent Sursok replied. “But you’re using MY coin.”

“Whatever,” Beverley grumbled, accepting Tammin’s dime and flipping it.

As the coin made its choice, the door opened and a lovely but cross face emerged. Freema Agyeman was in charge of Remy Hadley’s medical facility, and she did not like official visitors; her patients may have been convicts (plus guards), but they were patients.

“Cate Blanchett and Jennifer Lawrence are still comatose, but the others are awake,” she said without a hint of a hello.

“We’re just glad we might still have a chance to ask them what happened,” Tammin replied as the agents entered.

“Start with Jaime Pressly, then hit up Scarlett Johansson-WHAT?” Kristen asked, seeing the shocked looks Tammin and Dr. Agyeman gave her. “It’s just an expression.”

“Yeah, it’s not like we did it,” Beverley backed her up.

“Wrap up with Grace Park,” Kristen told the good doctor. “We won’t take up much of your time.”

“You shouldn’t take up any of it at all,” Dr. Agyeman replied.  “This way.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 04:41:00 AM

This way led the three by a row of infirmary beds; there was rarely a time when the entire ward was empty, but there was rarely a time when the entire ward was occupied. Sarah Shahi and Kristen Stewart were asleep (and in restraints, in Stewart’s case), but it was the pair of Cate Blanchett and Jennifer Lawrence that caught Tammin’s eye. Both were in adjoining beds, connected to the machines that kept track of their every heartbeat; their bodies had been medically dressed, but the two of them had needed enough blood to make a vampire go “I’m good, thanks.” Several of the bullets the head guard had taken had shot clean through her body, but they’d still dug enough out of her to make a necklace; and Jennifer’s battered, scratched face was only the tip of the iceberg (the sewn-up wounds in her back, the smashed ribcage and other internal injuries when she’d hit the ledge a hundred feet down the mountainside with Jaime slamming onto her as SHE landed…).

Tammin patted one of Jennifer’s hands in passing as they got to Jaime Pressly, who glared at them through her oxygen mask. Her face was covered with stitched-up cuts, both her legs were in plaster, and had her gown been open the agents would have seen more bandages around her chest.

“I’m not going to pretend I’m sorry for you,” the agent told the patient.

“Bite me, Fed,” Jaime muttered through her remaining teeth.

“Jaime Pressly of the Black Panty Gang,” Kristen said. “Just wasn’t your night, huh? First you get the crap beaten out of you by a dwarf, then you fall off a mountain. Aren’t you lucky you had Jenny Lawrence there to land on.”

“I ain’t talking to you,” the bedridden blonde replied.

“Why’d you turn on them?” Tammin asked. “Trying to get rid of Blake Lively and Jennifer like that – whatever happened to honour among thieves?”

“I said I ain’t talking to you,” Jaime grunted. “You can’t give me nothin’ ‘cause I’m never getting outta here.”

“It could be easier for you around here if you just tell us where they’re  going,” Beverley told her. “You had this all mapped out, you had to have an endgame.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:39:02 AM

“Tell you what,” Jaime grimaced; even the morphine drip could only ease the pain so much. “One of you chops off the heads of the other two right here, right now, and I’ll talk.”

From Tammin’s POV Beverley’s head on a platter sounded like a good deal, but…

“Get worse soon, Pressly,” she hissed.

“You bring my girls back, hear?” Jaime called as strongly as she could. “I got unfinished business.”

The group studied Scarlett Johansson, lying a couple of beds down. Her face and what they could see of her body was covered with broken, puffed-up skin; Kristen shook her head. They’d really gone to town on this one.

Tammin noticed Scarlett’s eyes were watching them even more intently than Jaime, and her lips were trembling; almost like she had something she wanted to say to them, and had to get it out before she was too drained to say anything.

“Scarlett?” Beverley asked tenderly, leaning in towards the patient and willing herself not to be distracted by the effects of the beating.

“…not…”

“We’ll get them,” she told the guard. “I promise those prisoners will pay for what they did to you.”

Scarlett’s mind processed what Beverley was saying. The prisoners? No – they’d knocked her out but that was all… whatever else they’d done, they hadn’t done this. Scarlett struggled to get out what she had to say, but she was so tired… and she was so beaten…

“…wasn’t…” she whispered.

“Yes?” Beverley asked, leaning in closer.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:46:43 AM

“C’mon, BJ – let’s have a word with Gracie…” Kristen suggested, as she and Tammin withdrew.

“What is it, Scarlett?” asked the other agent. “Which ones did this?”

“…not… prisoners…” Scarlett breathed painfully.

“Huh?”

“…was… “ The guard paused to get some breath. “…was…Blanchett…”

“You mean…?” Beverley said, surprised.

Scarlett nodded as much as she could. “…Blanchett… beat me… tried… kill… Summer…  “

The agent returned the nod and rested a hand on Scarlett’s arm.

“…Cate… psycho… she did… this….” Scarlett sighed and closed her eyes. She was asleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

“The patient isn’t exactly in the best condition for this,” Dr. Agyeman informed Kristen sternly.

Agent Bell raised an eyebrow to that. “She was more than willing to consult with the warden during the escape, Doctor. If she can talk, I’ll talk with her.”

“Suit yourself, but I’m not leaving the room,” Freeman said, matching Kristen’s expression. For some reason, Bell found the stubborn doctor incredibly hot in that moment. Under other circumstances…

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:47:32 AM

"I'll wait outside," Tammin said, in a bid to not antagonise the doctor any further, and moved away.

“Grace Park, computer hacker, and illustrious member of the San Francisco Eight,” Kristen said, moving past Agyeman and towards her patient.

“Nice to be known, I guess,” Grace muttered through the oxygen mask over her mouth. One eye was completely swollen shut, the other was black and blue, matching a number of bruises up and down her arms and legs. A little over 12 hours ago, maybe 13, Grace had been beaten to a pulp by her former partners in crime just prior to their successful escape from Remy Hadley. An escape Grace had helped plan and execute.

“Here’s what I don’t get, Grace - you fully admit you helped plant a computer virus that let your little group escape from this joint. So what’d you do to piss them off and make them leave you behind?” Kristen asked.

“I made one too many passes at the straight blonde,” Grace mumbled between split lips.

“They left you behind, Park - why are you protecting them?”

“You’re going to find them. They’ll be back,” the prisoner said.

“True, true,” Kristen said, pacing around Park’s bed. “But then, you won’t, will you?”

“Huh?”

“Your file contains an interesting little piece of information you might not have heard yet, Park. You’re getting transferred. To the Valerii Kalakaua minimum security prison in Hawaii.”

“First I’m hearing of it,” Grace muttered.

“Really? Funny, how your transfer date was listed as tomorrow, exactly two days after the rest of your crew had planned on escaping.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:48:13 AM

“Like I said, I don’t know anything about that.”

“You really didn’t know ANYTHING about a transfer from this place to what’s essentially a resort for criminals in Hawaii? A smart girl like you, Grace?” Kristen scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“No one’s asking you to believe it. It just is.”

“Yeah, well, I think there’s something else going on here. I don’t know what, and I don’t know who’s behind it, but things are a little too sketchy here at Remy Hadley, and I find it very suspicious that you, the warden, even that bitch Jaime Pressly won’t talk to us. Why do you suppose that is?”

“We all hate pigs?” Grace said.

“Oh, that’s just nice. Insulting a Federal Officer while your transfer to your Hawaiian vacation hasn’t quite been approved yet.” Kristen leaned in and glared into Grace’s one open eye. “Best be careful, Grace, or I’ll have you stuck here in Remy Hadley for your connection to this prison break until the rest of your San Fran Eight girls are thrown back in here. I’m sure they’ll be so happy to know you stuck around to consult with us.”

“I think that’s about enough, Agent Bell,” Doctor Agyeman said, stepping forward. “The patient needs rest.”

“That’s okay, I’m done. For now,” Kristen muttered. “I wouldn’t bother stocking up on suntan oil just yet, Grace. You aren’t going anywhere until I say you can.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Did you get anything from the guard?” Tammin asked as the three agents headed to the helicopter.

“Johansson didn’t stay awake long,” Beverley replied, “but she was up long enough to confirm it was one of the San Fran 8 who took her out.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:49:07 AM

“So now we got attempted murder on the pile? Which one?” asked Kristen.

“She conked out before she could say, but we know Shay Mitchell and Emma Roberts took two of the nightsticks, and Roberts was one of the group that fucked Johansson.”

“Emma Roberts doesn’t look like a killer,” Tammin mused.

“She killed Fontana Maxwell,” Beverley pointed out.

“Too bad Shahi and Stewart were asleep,” Tammin continued, nodding at what Beverley said. “I’d love to know how they just happened to turn up where the gang was.”

“With you on that one, BJ,” Kristen agreed as they got into the helicopter. “I think we might have to look into our friend the warden.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Their friend the warden was doing some looking of her own, at some reports. She still had more meetings about this… this clusterfuck to handle, but she still had the end of the day to look forward to when she could finally get some home time, and maybe have the rest of the weekend  to herself and her husband and kids. Just relaxing, taking her mind off the worst few days of her career and reflect that it was all out of her hands…

“Warden?” Maggie’s voice said from the intercom.

Kate shook her head. “Go ahead.”

“There’s a woman out here to see you.”

“Send her in,” the warden said resignedly. Might as well get this over with.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:50:42 AM

The door opened, and a woman who was not a member of any law enforcement agency or government body walked in. She had an impressive body of her own covered in pale creamy skin and topped with oceans of wavy red hair, and she had a twinkle in her eye that Kate would have welcomed – had it belonged to anyone but the current visitor.

“What are you DOING here?!” the warden managed to keep from shouting at Julianne Moore the second the door closed.

“Can’t I drop by and see an old friend?” the redhead smiled, leaning in. “Now come on, lighten up… it’s not a booty call anyway. It could’ve been; you know the arrangement.”

Kate *did* know the arrangement. Julianne could – and did – turn up for sex anytime she wanted, and Kate had no option but to go along with it; it was one of the little conditions Rhona Mitra had made, thanks to Julianne having done Kate a few favours. Like meeting Nigella Lawson the last time she was in San Francisco, for instance. Oh, and getting rid of the only person who knew how the other candidate to take over Remy Hadley had been dropped from contention (and off a bridge). Not that Kate minded sleeping with women, but she liked to pick the time and place; at least she wouldn’t have had to do it while her husband and kids were at home. Again.

“I just came by to drop off a message,” Julianne continued. “Wow, you’ve gotten some nice stuff in since last time – great carpet…”

“There are such things as phones, you know,” Kate said stiffly.

“I like the personal touch. And Rhona says this whole Remy Hadley thing can get really personal. For you, if this doesn’t end well,” Julianne added. “You could resign if they don’t get caught, and keep some shame – but that wouldn’t cover your homelife.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“Don’t come all daytime soap with me, Kate,” the visitor said. “You really want your guy to find out about what you get up to at work? Or about how Rhona’s friend Nigella gave us more than an autograph? I don’t think he’d be happy to hear about while he was looking at her tits you actually got to lick them…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:51:35 AM

“Tell Rhona everything’ll be fine,” Kate said, going pale. “As soon as Scarlett Johansson is well enough to leave hospital, she’ll return to the prison.”

“Sending her straight back to work?”

“No, she’ll be a prisoner. I am not going to be going down for - NOT A WORD,” she snapped, seeing Julianne’s mouth about to open. “There is enough circumstantial evidence to point towards the lovely Miss Johansson having been talked into helping them out; I believe we have ourselves a scapegoat.”

“Too bad she wasn’t beaten by Blanchett hard enough.”

“You mean the prisoners,” Kate corrected her with a knowing smile.

“Oh yeah, of course I do,” Julianne lied, smiling back.

* * * * * * * * * *

“I’m sorry, she’s in a meeting,” Maggie told Jessica Alba.

The guard nodded. “Those are the breaks – it’ll keep…”

As Jessica left the warden’s office, she cursed herself. What she had to say could NOT keep; and now those Feds had left Remy Hadley. Jessica had tried to reach them, but she’d had to mediate in (yet) a(nother) fight between Mila Kunis and Selena Gomez, and by the time the two spitting brunettes had been separated the agents had gone.
But it was a couple of hours until she clocked out, and as soon as she was off the premises she was going to make a couple of calls. She hadn’t forgotten hearing Cate Blanchett almost beating Scarlett Johansson to death; what had subsequently happened in the tunnel may have been what she deserved, but that had been an accident.

If the other guards weren’t about to give Blanchett up, Jessica would.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 05:52:54 AM

* * * * * * * * * *

The following Saturday, a small car drove up to an apartment building situated just outside the south of San Francisco. It was early in the morning, but even if it had been high noon hardly anyone would have been panting to get into the five-story complex; it was shuttered and empty, and other than graffiti artists few gave the place the time of day.
The car pulled around to the back and came to a stop, and had any of the local artists been around to decorate the walls they would have seen two women climb out - the driver, a beautiful woman with chestnut hair in her early 30s; and the one going to unlock the back of the car, an equally good-looking brunette in her mid-20s.

“Relax, no one’s following us,” Troian Bellisario assured her friend, taking out some bags.

“I know….” JoAnna Garcia replied. “It’s just so… so weird.”

“Not the word I’d have chosen,” said Troian. “Just wish they’d found a place a little closer.”

“At least you don’t have to worry about Jason,” the redhead confided. “I always think I’ll slip up one day.”

“That reminds me, when’s the big day?”

“We’re thinking the summer.”

“I don’t suppose Shay Mitchell’ll be the maid of honour?”

JoAnna’s beautiful face went several shades of red at once as the two entered the building. If there was one thing about this whole affair she wished she could take back, it was what had happened when Troian had gotten her over here the first time – she hadn’t seen any of them since the trial, and she’d tried to avoid looking them in the eye back then. But when she’d come into the ground-floor apartment that the gang had taken over (their injuries meant going for higher levels wasn’t a wise move), they’d

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:00:04 AM

greeted her with open arms and no hard feelings; Shay had warmly hugged JoAnna on seeing her, and given her a kiss.

But not the kind friends gave; more like the kind Troian gave Hayden the moment they reunited. JoAnna had immediately kissed Shay as passionately, the way she usually only kissed Jason. And they’d all noticed it.

“Should we let you two have some alone time?” Emma had joked.

“Next time,” Shay had whispered quickly so only JoAnna could hear, and without thinking she’d nodded in agreement.

And she almost wished she hadn’t; one of the more harmless but still embarrassing side effects of the whole business had been some bastions of the media running with the “hot all-female gang of lesbians” angle. It wasn’t just journalists, either; to Jason’s credit, he had refused to have The San Francisco Eight: A XXX Parody in the house. But out of curiosity she’d looked up the information online, and was amused to see that the JoAnna in this scenario had had time to bang all the robbers plus the other hostages; she almost envied that Allison Moore her lack of inhibitions.

The movie had ended with a massive gang-bang in prison, but Vivid would have been disappointed to see that nothing of the sort was going on when JoAnna and Troian entered the hideout. The only things that was going on, in fact, were Roselyn Sanchez reading one of the magazines that had been brought over last time, Olivia Wilde and Megan Fox playing hearts, and scrambled eggs being made; the building itself had had no electricity, but Megan had managed to sort out enough of the wiring to get the place, or at least their apartment, back on the grid and spare them from showers and food of the cold variety.

“Hi, guys!” Blake Lively called from the kitchen area. “Right on time…”

“Since when does the princess cook?” Troian asked, lugging the supplies over.

“Since I was 7,” the blonde replied. “Guys love that.”

“Your mom taught you that?” asked JoAnna.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:05:59 AM

“My DAD taught me that – I was always daddy’s girl.”

“Colour me shocked,” Olivia muttered.

“Remy Hadley’s guards knew what they were doing,” Megan added to Troian. “Your girlfriend and the boss lady are the only others of us who don’t suck in the kitchen and, well…”

“How’s the penicillin holding out?” Troian asked.

“Not great,” Roselyn admitted.  “We’re about to run out – the arm’s getting a little more numb each day.”

At that moment, two or three loud sneezes burst through from elsewhere in the apartment.

“Guess we don’t have to ask about Emma…” JoAnna said, looking towards the closed door behind which lay Emma Roberts. Running around the Sierra Nevada mountains late at night in the rain completely naked was not the way to avoid risking a cold; even though she had dried herself off in the E-Van afterwards with help from some of their uniforms, a bug had still gotten into her system. The first sniffles and coughs had struck not long after arriving, and the following morning she’d developed a seriously bad cold that meant Emma spent all her time in here away from the others, except when they brought her food and medicine. But now she was getting worse, and the coughs were keeping them awake at night.

“Time to sort this out with baby girl,” Troian said.

* * * * * * * * * *

Baby girl, also known as Hayden Panettiere, was also still in bed and moving around slowly, savouring every little touch of Shay Mitchell’s tongue between her legs.

The small blonde was completely naked except for her right arm, which was wrapped in the bandages Troian had brought with her on their second visit. She was no Florence Nightingale but it did the job, though Hayden had to keep it out of action – and she really regretted it at times like this. She was good with her left hand, but she wasn’t a southpaw, and she wished she could be stroking Shay’s head with both hands instead of one.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:06:38 AM

Shay had both hands free, and she was using them to caress Hayden’s beautiful body from the thighs to the chest as her mouth tasted Miss Panettiere’s tight tiny box.  Her tongue was traversing Hayden’s plump little pussy lips and the heavenly delight between them like she was painting a masterpiece, taking her time and doing it right.

“Mmmm… don’t get this with Medicare…” Hayden moaned as she felt Shay’s fingers spreading onto her stomach, touching the piercing in her navel and moving on up to her breasts. Shay kept on licking inside the blonde, not letting up for a second as her fingers fondled Hayden’s rack (and unintentionally reminded her that she wanted to look into getting something extra up there – not that anyone she’d ever been with had complained, but… well…).  She could feel herself soaking Miss Mitchell’s mouth, and wanted to tell her not to stop as Shay moved back to kiss the insides of Hayden’s thighs before sliding up the blonde, her pussy tingling and begging for more; as if reading her mind, Shay slipped one of her hands between her lover’s legs.

“Like I’d leave that alone,” she smiled. “Or what’s on the other side.”

“You’re not so bad yourself back there,” Hayden sighed, patting Shay’s rump with her good hand as she focused on the woman’s breasts coming closer to her. Shay Mitchell’s body was long, dusky and so warm… if Emma Roberts hadn’t been sick as a dog Hayden would have laid money on the two of them sleeping in the same room every night. But Emma’s loss was Hayden’s gain; as soon as those excellent tits were within reach the blonde leaned forward and, smiling up at Shay en route, gave each breast a tender kiss, lightly suckling the nipples. Mmmmm, you’d think they would melt in the mouth because they were so sweet.

Shay gently took Hayden into her arms, holding her there as the blonde curled up against her chest and licked each mammary. “Emma’s so lucky,” she breathed, gazing up at her lover.

“Troian’s so lucky,” Shay replied, kissing the top of Hayden’s head.

“Could you do me a favour?” Hayden asked. “Since I’m not going to be going anywhere today…” She patted one of Shay’s arms. “That. I want it up me.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:09:25 AM

“Which end?”

“Well… surprise me.” The tiny blonde disengaged herself and lay face down with her lower half pointing upwards, spreading her legs wide and giving Shay a clear view of both her holes.  It was a hard choice – that lovely, sweet little snatch open and waiting, or the small winking back door positioned above it.

“Wish I could do both,” Shay sighed.

“What’s stopping you?” asked Hayden, looking behind her and winking.

Shay covered her right hand with lotion, lathering it up to the elbow and making it as slippery as possible. Then, pausing to kiss Hayden’s ass on both cheeks, she put her knees on the floor and leaned forward with both hands clenched, the oiled one touching the blonde’s butt and the untouched one on her cunt. Shay’s knuckles were tickling each orifice as Hayden shivered in anticipation.

With her fists tightened as much as she could make them, Shay slowly started to turn the right one from side to side with the middle knuckle serving as the tip to core into Hayden’s asshole. The blonde’s little sighs began to rise as she felt each tiny turn, with every move opening her rear entrance a little more, stretching it like she was being fucked by a giant.

“Uhhhh…. oooh…. deeper…” Hayden gasped.

Shay moved her right fist further in and then slid it back a couple of millimetres before edging forward. She kept up the pace of a little further forward then a bit less back, watching as more and more of her hand went into the blonde’s back door – she was genuinely surprised that Hayden’s anal ring soon had all of Shay’s hand clasped in it, all the way up to the wrist. And now Hayden was slowly moving her ass around while Shay moved the fist, letting out sighs and groans as it now went in above the wrist.

“Both hands….” Hayden panted, feeling Shay’s left fist lingered over her open, dripping pussy. Until now it had been left unattended, mainly because Shay was hesitating – the girl was so tiny, and she was already getting over one injury. Never mind Troian never forgiving her if this wound up hurting Hayden, Shay didn’t feel she’d ever forgive HERSELF…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:11:09 AM

“Do I look… like a damn… virgin?” the blonde managed to get out in between sighs. “Just slip it in… I can take it…”

Shay’s long, slim other arm began its journey inside Hayden Panettiere’s pussy as delicately as its counterpart. This time it was Shay’s turn to sigh – Hayden’s body temperature was definitely higher inside there, and it was so fucking snug…  it was like sinking into silk. Her hand pushed in and out of the blonde, moving slowly but settling into a rhythm with the other fist; when the one that was up Hayden’s crotch moved back, the one inside her asshole went forward, and vice versa. Back and forth… back and forth… back and forth… she couldn’t decide which one felt nicer.

And neither could Hayden, holding the bedsheets tight as she gyrated back around Shay’s fists. It had hurt the first time it had happened, but her lover then had done it as gently as possible and she had begged for more the next time; not being able to walk was a small price to pay. With the forearms pushing their paths inside her, she was being virtually split open but what a way to go.

“OHHHH FUCCCCCKKKK YESSS!!!! YES SHAY!!! FUCK ME LIKE A FUCKING BEAST!!!” the blonde howled, quaking as Shay’s arms cored as deep and as fast as they could inside her. The area around her waist was on fire, and Hayden felt the perfect mix of pain and joy as she started to erupt inside – even her busted arm was forgotten in the bliss. “DON’T STOP!!! PUSH DAMMIT!!! DO IT HARDER!!!”

Shay didn’t want to go any faster, and she couldn’t have even if she wanted, but the juices flowing inside the blonde’s box were making it easier for her in there – as she pumped Hayden in each hole and felt her starting to give in more with each thrust, Hayden’s screams of delight almost distracted Shay from what happened next.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Hayden yelled upwards, shoving her body back as the joy shot through her system, succumbing to Shay’s hands – right when Shay herself felt a hand patting her own asscheeks and a pair of lips kissing the valley in between, the tongue flicking lightly there before the mouth left, although the hand remained, stroking and squeezing the flesh.

Shay knew those fingers; as her forearms began their delicate journeys out of Hayden Panettiere’s not-so-private parts, the gorgeous lass looked back over her shoulder and smiled up at JoAnna Garcia as if she’d been walked in on while making some toast. The redhead beamed back, her non-Mitchell-ass-fondling-hand holding the cellphone she’d just used to snap a shot of Shay in action.

“That looks painful,” JoAnna said, watching Shay remove her hands from Hayden as the blonde sank onto the mattress with a contented sigh, her legs still spread.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:22:19 AM

“It is the first time,” Troian Bellisario agreed, before she headed over to the head of the bed to kiss her coming-down girlfriend. “But it’s amazing what the human body can take.”

“How about a couple more shots for little me, Butter?” JoAnna asked Shay as she got off her knees , before they kissed. “Just so I can remember when you’re out of the country.”

“How long were you two there?” Hayden asked Troian as her lover knelt down to kiss her.

“Long enough,” the brunette replied. “If we’d gotten here ten minutes sooner we might have joined in.”

“YOU might have joined in, you mean,” JoAnna corrected, as Shay posed for her ‘camera.’ “My guy thinks Hayden’s cute – or he thought she was until she got arrested – but I’m a one… woman… woman. Great shot…”

Shay hefted her rack for the cellphone as it clicked, before JoAnna got one of her nude from top to toe, and another from behind. “Want me to spread this for you?” she asked casually.

“After the way you were kneeling back there?” the redhead laughed. “I already got that.”

“After all the pictures you sent me of you, time I returned the favour anyway,” Shay told her. “You got me through a lot of nights back in Remy Hadley.”

“I’d have thought your cellmate-“ JoAnna started.

“Blake,” Shay and Hayden interrupted.

“Oh.”

“You know, just before you broke out I had a really weird sex dream,” Troian told Shay. “I was banging you, that schoolteacher you guys took, and Ashley Benson.”

“WHY?!?” asked Hayden.


“It felt kind of… right somehow,” Troian said. “I don’t know why.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Shay told her. “Hayden could be Ashley and stay out of it…”

“Thanks a lot,” the ex-reporter said wryly.

“JoAnna could be Lucy…”

“No chance,” the redhead replied. “But I’d like to watch…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:23:17 AM

Even though JoAnna had loosened up considerably ever since Shay had awakened something in her – to Jason’s benefit – this still came as a surprise to them. Maybe she could be tempted to join in sometime, but still… Shay and Troian grinned at each other while Hayden gingerly turned herself over and offered her better hand to JoAnna.

“Want me to give you a little finger fun during the main event?” the blonde asked.

“I’ve got ten of my own, thank you very much,” JoAnna told her.

“Oh, please…” the invalid pouted, wriggling her better hand’s fingers. “Mine won’t recover from Shay for like HOURS and-“

“I’m good,” JoAnna interrupted. “But I’ll help you out… c’mon.”

Hayden did, in fact, need some help from JoAnna to get herself in better viewing position – Shay Mitchell and Troian Bellisario were on their knees on the floor, the latter having managed to undress in record time (how did she DO that?) and both fondling the other’s chests. Troian just had to lick her lips a little on feeling Shay’s rack, while Shay’s sloe eyes were going all over Troian’s body with particular interest in what was between her legs.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:24:10 AM

“Wow,” Troian said. “Your hands feel great.”

“Well, you saw where they just were…” Shay smiled.

“Yes, we did,” JoAnna whispered, sounding a little distasteful.

“Hey, if it was up *that* I wouldn’t moan,” Hayden laughed, pointing to JoAnna Garcia’s ass. “Shay tried it on you?”

“Not yet…  no. I mean no.”

Troian kissed Shay’s breasts, her tongue enjoying the con’s nipples as her fingers moved along Shay’s silken smooth skin. She had to admit there was a little thrill attached here; it was the first time she’d ever fucked a convicted felon… one that deserved to be locked up, anyway. But if it had been down to her, she’d have left them all in jail except baby girl. Even if Shay did have a wonderful way of fondling Troian’s head as it moved down onto Miss Mitchell’s stomach, the tongue dipping into her navel before Shay gently pushed the head down between her legs.

When Troian had started to research Remy Hadley’s layout, she had planned to get Hayden out and ONLY Hayden out, but she’d known from the beginning that she’d need some help. That was when she and JoAnna Garcia had gotten together; as the only other hostage she felt might be open to helping her, she figured it couldn’t hurt to approach the then-bank teller. Meeting at Troian’s place, JoAnna had agreed to be her co-conspirator… but she said they’d have to break Shay out as well, and that meant they’d all have to come out. (That was what had made Troian suspect the rumours about JoAnna growing to really, really like Shay Mitchell were more than just rumours, and a little gentle prodding had gotten the redhead to admit that they were true... she hadn’t told anyone before. Not even Lucy Hale, who had admitted she’d been drawn to Megan Fox but couldn’t wait – apparently in this case, JoAnna could.) It wasn’t something Troian had planned on, but that was the way it had to be.

Still, it wasn’t like any of them were a pain to be with or look at. Or taste – Troian had her mouth against Shay’s snatch, licking the slit and the button on it. She was a fast worker when she wanted to be, knowing which spots inside her sex target to dab for the best effect, although she’d have preferred to deal with Shay for hours. Damn the princess almost finishing breakfast; the smell coming from the kitchen wasn’t as nice as the one she was enjoying emanating from Shay Mitchell’s pussy, but it made

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:25:40 AM

for a promising second course. Troian munched on Shay eagerly, burrowing inside her and relishing how warm she was inside; pity Emma was too ill to enjoy this.

Shay had her eyes closed and her hands fondling her own breasts, showing she was certainly enjoying Troian’s lips; her moans were mixing with JoAnna’s, demonstrating to Hayden that she did have fingers of her own and knew how to use them. Five of them were inside the opened zipper of her jeans, the other half were getting a few shots of the ladies in action on her phone.

“Beats Penthouse Variations all to hell, doesn’t it?” Hayden smiled, studying Troian’s body as she moved on the floor. “And all real.”

“C’mon, JoAnna…” Shay gasped. “You know you want to…”

“I can’t,” she said regretfully. “I might slip…”

“Huh?” asked Hayden, her eyes taking in Troian as she slid back up Shay’s body and wrapped her in an embrace, Troian’s pussy placed against Shay’s heated snatch as the dusky woman clutched her lover tightly. The two kissed fiercely, their hips grinding against each other as Shay pressed herself onto Troian, as if she wanted to share the orgasm she was about to have.

“That night we met to talk over getting you guys out… your girlfriend…” JoAnna hesitated.

“She came on to you?” asked Hayden gently.

“Yeah,” JoAnna replied quietly, even more quietly as the cries from Shay and Troian increased, their bodies shaking as they fondled and rubbed each other. “She said she was lonely without you – it didn’t get any further than a kiss before I shut it down.”

“I’m watching my girl fuck a woman I spent six months in prison with and not screaming my head off,” Hayden pointed out.  “Did you really think a kiss would hurt? We’re open – we fuck who we want but we only love each other.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:27:31 AM

“I’m still kind of loyal,” JoAnna admitted.  “You’re all pretty goodlooking if you like that kind of thing…” A particularly loud scream from Shay interrupted them, as the woman bucked against Troian, letting her delight course through the two of them.

“…but Shay’s the only girl for me,” JoAnna finished.

“What about Jason?”

Hayden had brought up something JoAnna really didn’t want to think about. Jason thought that Shay had taken advantage of his fiancée and she’d let him think that, but it was getting harder and harder to keep Shay Mitchell’s beautiful face out of her mind whenever they had sex. Last week she’d succeeded, and Jason had told her afterwards that everybody had a bad night in the sack from time to time and not to let it bother her; but it did.

Especially since it was the first time she’d had unfulfilling sex with him since… since ever. JoAnna buried that in the back of her mind and put a smile back on her face.

“She went further than me,” Hayden admitted. “There’s only one member of the gang I’ve never slept with… can’t even make a pass at her. Enemy territory.”

Right on cue, the door opened enough for Blake Lively’s sunkissed head to poke through with a big smile, which dimmed only a bit on seeing what was happening.

“I was going to tell you to come, but…” Blake said, a little sheepishly.

* * * * * * * * * *

The apartment did not come with a table, so eight of them sat or stood around the front room putting back their toast, scrambled eggs and bacon – Emma usually ate by herself to keep from spreading her cold, but they had business to attend to meaning they all had to be together, so she was in the same room but not sitting or standing with the others.

“So how’d it go with the redheaded legfest?” Roselyn asked.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:30:53 AM

“Her name is Jessica, and don’t you have a girlfriend?” JoAnna asked in return, half wishing she’d never shown them what Jessica Chastain looked like. Or at least that she hadn’t shown them that particular picture of her friend showing off her legs in shorts.

“Any port in a storm, and there’s no harm in looking,” Megan pointed out.

“Not that most of us stick with just looking,” Emma chuckled.

“You get used to it,” Olivia assured JoAnna on seeing her facial expression.

“Eventually,” Blake added.

“Anyway, I talked to her when we were at our friend’s bachelorette party,” JoAnna continued. “Jessica’s got some vacation time coming and she’ll spend a couple of days of it here in San Fran.”

“Kind of a shame we can’t go down her way,” Megan said. “I love LA.”

“WE LOVE IT!” Hayden, Blake and Shay all sang as one, laughing.

“Quiet, children,” JoAnna said, smiling. “When she’s here it won’t be much of a problem getting her into the bank, because my computer dates back to like 2000 and keeps playing up. Jessica can work on my PC while I’m…”

And there was the blushing again. Jessica wasn’t going to be there officially, so the manager couldn’t know about it; and there was only one way JoAnna could be sure he wouldn’t interrupt.

Blake nodded in sympathy. “That could be a problem… you’re not a screamer, are you? That almost got me caught by my next door neighbour’s wife back when I was 16…”

“How about it?” Troian asked Shay, who was giggling at this. “Is she?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:42:15 AM

“No, nosy - but he might be. And he’s not exactly my guy. Or Ryan Gosling… although he kind of looks like one,” JoAnna added, her face wrinkling. “At least I know I do it for him.”

“What about catching her at home?” Hayden continued.

“Well, we have two ways to go there,” Roselyn said. “They both involve my old job… one’s more direct but more dangerous; the other doesn’t call for so much face contact but it’s more tangled.”

“Define ‘tangled’,” Megan said through a mouthful of deceased pig.

“R.M. Housing has space in a building owned by a company called Radcliff Enterprises,” Roselyn explained. “I think if we can track down who owns it, we’ll see it leads back to Rhona.”

“Does this girl own all of the damn state?” Olivia muttered.

“Not yet.”

“So what’s behind door number two?” asked Emma from the corner.

“Now this is the one I don’t really want to do,” Roselyn replied hesitantly. “I’m thinking Monica Bellucci.”

Roselyn’s ex-partner had been extremely vocal in her disgust at what she’d been up to, swearing that if she could change the name of the company to Monica Bellucci Housing she would – and quite why she hadn’t when legally and logically she could have done so, no one knew (but Roselyn had her suspicions). Though it wasn’t like she’d actually shoot Roselyn Sanchez on sight, Monica would not hesitate to bring in the police the second she appeared in her line of vision… and from the expression on the face of Monica’s wife Ariana Grande when they’d attended the trial, it didn’t look as if she’d be any friendlier if Roselyn dropped by.

“So you don’t do it,” JoAnna told her. “Tell us what you want to get from her and let one of us go see her instead.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 06:43:29 AM

“Like which one? She knows all of us,” Roselyn pointed out.

“I wasn’t part of it,” Olivia said.

“No, but you broke out with us. Monica has an excellent memory and I’m sure she’ll have seen the news,” Roselyn told her. “You show up there and—“

“Then it’ll be me,” Troian interrupted. “Maybe she’ll give me a break ‘cause I’m Italian and all.”

“HALF-Italian,” Hayden corrected, smiling.

“Whatever,” her girlfriend said, eyeing Hayden’s arm. “Look, I hate to change the subject like this… but we still need to get that looked at.”

Right on cue, Emma coughed several times in quick succession.

“And that. And those,” Blake added, indicating Roselyn’s arm and Olivia’s leg; the stitches Megan and Shay had put in (wincing all the while) were doing their job, but…

“I could get in touch with Navi,” Troian said hesitantly. “I think she’d—“

“NO.”
Hayden’s face had gone from cheerful to angry so quickly they weren’t sure they hadn’t shut their eyes for a few seconds. The blonde glared at Troian, her eyes set in disgust at what she’d just heard.

“There something we should know?” Megan asked.

“Oh yeah,” snapped Hayden. “Navi Rawat’s the EMT Troian was with before we met. They broke up around the time I joined Channel 7, and we ran into each other a little after that – the snotty cunt gave me the evil eye right there because she thought I’d jumped her claim…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 07:10:14 AM

“C’mon, Hayden,” Troian pleaded. “You know she’s gotten over that by now.”

“She hasn’t gotten over YOU by now,” the small blonde pointed out. “Remember that time we were at Candlestick Park? Navi came by to say hi and the girl was creaming her panties over you. No way am I letting her anywhere near me – I’ll cut my arm off first…”

“That’s the only way it’ll get any worse, really,” Shay reflected. “But Emma there…”

“Hey, Emma’s actually in the room!” the safecracker snapped.

“There’s a place just outside the city I can take her too,” Megan interrupted. “Westside Medical’s not that far from here…”

“It’ll have to be later on, though,” Roselyn reflected. “The two of you go out in the daylight, more chance of being spotted.”

“Not a problem for them,” Olivia said bitterly, looking at Troian and JoAnna as they got up to leave.

“If it does get worse, I might have to look up Navi,” the brunette told them. “The others might need her even if Hayden doesn’t.”

“And I’ll stock up on breath mints,” JoAnna added. “My boss loves his garlic bread.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Alice Englert also loved her garlic bread, particularly if it came with cheese, and so did Tamsin Egerton. Their older work colleague Penélope Cruz was less keen because it made her stomach rumble like a volcano, so it had been more for the other two that early afternoon at Little Caesar’s (Alice actually preferred Pizza Hut, but you couldn’t argue with Tamsin’s staff discount).

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 07:13:14 AM

“I don’t get it,” Penélope laughed as her young friends finished their dessert and coffee and sat back with the kind of contented sighs that several other customers spotting Miss Hayek and her ample endowments were also giving. “How’d you manage to get all that stuff inside you and still not look like me?”

“Think we haven’t tried?” Alice replied, giggling. “Every night I ask the Boob Fairy for a little help – I guess my messages aren’t getting through. You think maybe I should go back to Australia and see if reception’s any better?”

“Send up a few for me while you’re there,” Tamsin added.

“Please, you’re both fine just the way you are,” Penélope chided. “There’s more to being a woman than having large breasts.”

“So my guy keeps telling me,” Alice smiled as she took her Discover card out and put it on the tray for their waitress to process, transferring the smile to said wageslave. “Great as ever,” she added.

“Thanks,” replied the waitress as Alice went back to her friends.

“Some men can get picky though,” Tamsin continued. “Like the last boyfriend I had kept dropping hints I should get what I had enlarged… finally kicked the size queen to the kerb.”

“Good for you,” Penélope beamed as the waitress returned to the table.

“Ah, thank you,” Alice said, reaching out for the tray she was carrying with her card.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the waitress told her. “Your card’s been declined.”

Alice’s smile vanished – she had been out on a date when that had happened, and she had not liked the feeling even when she wasn’t the one paying. And now here it was happening to her, but... “You what? But that’s impossible!”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 07:18:38 AM

“I’m afraid it’s true, ma’am. And I ran it through twice.”

“Do it again,” she said nervously.

“It’s all right, I’ll pay for it,” Penélope assured her, opening her purse and taking out several bills. “I know how it feels for this to happen, so I always have some actual money with me. Just in case.”

“No, I’ll do it – discount, remember?” Tamsin said.

“You always do that,” the the Haspanic woman chided. “I don’t mind picking up the cheque this time…”

While Tamsin and Penélope had their friendly debate over who’d pay, Alice’s mind was on the card. She’d done some shopping yesterday but not that much, and she’d checked her amount online. She KNEW she had more than enough in there to last until payday- if she’d been eating with her brothers it would have been one thing, but the three of them hadn’t stuffed that much down their throats.

Alice Englert’s food turned to ashes inside her as she wondered where her money was. And who had it.

* * * * * * * * * *

It may have been the weekend, but Rhona Mitra had a busy day of nothing but meetings - there were people coming in from out of state who weren’t prepared to wait until Monday to discuss what was coming up, and Rhona wanted this settled badly enough that she was willing to sacrifice a Saturday morning with Rosie. Still, she had ways of relaxing before meetings.

Like having a meeting.

There were some things Rhona did not do; one of them was clean rooms. Another one was make appointments with women off the street – as good-looking as some of them could be, there was always a risk. She could afford to take care of just about any health problem; it was keeping the ladies quiet about who they’d been with that was the real danger – Rhona could pay them off not to talk, but she couldn’t guarantee someone wouldn’t pay them off to open their mouths. So she always made sure that the women she had her special meetings with either had something they wanted to keep quiet about, or wanted something she could give them.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:25:13 AM

Una Healy and Megan Hilty fell into the latter category, which she had to admit made a change – it was nice to have two relatively innocent and completely naked women at her disposal. The aspiring Irish singer’s sparkling eyes widened as she lay on Rhona’s plush flooring, feeling Megan Hilty’s tongue going where until now only her husband’s had been. Said husband had had his little problem cleared up – he was a good man but he liked the horses a little too much, $75 000-level too much – and Megan’s loser of an ex was currently doing a job Rhona needed doing, so now it was payback. And this was the ideal kind, with no paper trail.

“A deal is a deal,” Rhona said casually, stroking Una’s hair and eyeing her body. She was a lovely thing – slim with wavy red hair and perky chest cushions. “Are you sure this is the first time you’ve been with another woman?”

“It… is…” Una moaned, writhing as Megan slowly licked inside her before starting to move up. Unlike Una, this wasn’t the buxom blonde’s first time with a woman at all.

“I hear you’re in a band,” Megan said as she kissed Una’s stomach. “Any good?”

“We like to… think so,” the redhead sighed as Rhona sidled behind her and kissed her shoulders.

“Are the other girls as cute as you?” Megan asked, giving Una a good view of her breasts, which the lass started to fondle. Nice and heavy; Una liked the man meat, but she was enjoying the way Megan’s rack felt almost as much as she suspected Rhona was enjoying stroking her ass.

“They’re cuter,” Una replied, as Megan began to stroke her chest in return, a lazy smile playing across her face.

“Feels like satin,” Rhona whispered into Una’s ear approvingly. “You must make your husband very happy.”

“These feel pretty good,” Megan added, pressing her breasts onto Una’s before she came in closer to the woman. The two kissed, Miss Healy finding it easy to slip her tongue into Megan’s mouth and clutch the back of her head to bring it closer to her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:26:33 AM

Una’s other arm encircled the blonde’s thick, warm form, as she felt a pair of lips kissing the inside of her left thigh – Rhona had made her way down below.

Una’s hands cupped Megan’s cheeks, the fingertips slipping into the crack between them, as Rhona’s tongue slid between her own. Una couldn’t keep from squirming a little – it was the first time she’d ever had anyone do that to her, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Not like Megan’s work on her pussy a few moments ago… now that she could use more of. She kissed the blonde again, wondering what she’d done to get herself into this situation.

Megan had one of her hands between Una’s legs, the fingertips starting to go inside. Una was bald below, and that was how Megan liked it – she did not like picking hairs out of her fingernails (or her teeth, thank you Debra Messing).  Licking Una’s nipples and loving how they were all standing up under her tongue, the blonde started to tease her snatch – her fingertips, plus Rhona’s tongue excavating further up her, were driving her to places her husband had never really managed to take her before.

The more Rhona munched her ass, the more she was starting to like it; though not as much as she felt she was going to like pressing her face between Megan’s boobs. The redhead squeezed the blonde’s melons as Megan’s mouth kept tasting, her fingers slipping inside her tight, increasingly wet  box. Ooooh yes, that was the stuff… Una was wanting to have a go at Megan’s own pussy, but she had a problem – she didn’t want to quit this girl’s upper half just yet.

“Megan…” she moaned. Getting the message immediately, the blonde pulled her face back and immediately thrust Una’s own face between her rack. The redhead rubbed her face on Megan’s flesh, loving the huge mounds she was between; she greedily began to suck on each of the blonde’s nipples, both so swollen and hard with so much meat around them Una almost took it from suckling into the realm of swallowing cocks.

“Hungry? I get that a lot,” Megan laughed, cradling Una with one arm while the other kept the pace between her friend’s legs, never letting her fingers rest for a second, bringing the girl closer to joy than she’d been for a long, long time. Until now Una had always thought those stories in magazines where a straight woman got turned had been just that – stories – but now here she was, being seduced by two hot older women (not much older in Megan’s case, admittedly), with Rhona licking Una’s legs and murmuring about how sexy said pins were… and Una not minding in the slightest where Rhona’s tongue had been a few moments back.

Grabbing as much of Megan as she could feel, Una almost started to claw some skin off as she screamed into the blonde’s cleavage, spurred along by Rhona’s lips moving up her legs. More and more she was looking forward to what happened when they got to her cunt – and maybe she could make one of these two women her first muff…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:27:11 AM

Una felt the last thing she wanted to feel – Rhona’s lips moving away from her, as Megan gently lifted her face away.

“I’ve done this before,” the buxom blonde explained. “I always know when time’s up.”

“Please don’t stop…” Una begged. “We just started.”

“I’m just as sorry as you are, but duty calls,” Rhona told her. “You cannot be seen here when the others arrive – my driver will take the two of you wherever you want to go.”

“But…” Una started, drinking in Rhona’s body and finding herself seriously wanting it.

“Fine, I’ll handle Miss Irish Spring on the journey down,” Megan interrupted.

“If it’s any consolation, Miss Healy, your side of the arrangement has already been completed. As for you, Miss Hilty…”

“My guy’s delivering the package tomorrow,” the blonde assured her.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Rhona replied, with a thin smile.

“Is there any chance he can take his time?” Una asked. “I’ve never gone down on a girl before.”

“If he drives slowly you’ll get to do more than go down on me,” Megan winked, and got up to get dressed.

Watching Megan’s meaty buttcheeks undulating away while she herself got up, Una mentally compared them to her husband’s. And found hubby’s wanting in comparison.

* * * * * * * * * *

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:28:17 AM

“It’s all done,” Kat Dennings said in a low voice, handing Jessica the reports on the office’s last few cases. “Sorry about last time.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Jessica replied warmly, giving the recruit an encouraging smile.

Kat half-heartedly smiled back. “Agent Sursok is still trying to find out if anyone’s seen the escapees near some kind of transport. No luck yet.”

“We’ll find them, Kat. Oh, and…”

“Yes?” the brunette asked, nervously.

“Are you doing anything next weekend?”

Kat gulped, and her eyes darted to the floor. “Um… I’m flattered, but agents aren’t allowed to –“

“It’s not me,” Jessica assured her. “And it’s not in the FBI - I have a friend who’s been a little lonely for some time. I think the two of you might get along.”

The newcomer’s eyes rose back up to her boss. “It’s been a while… is she cute?”

“Very. You’ll like her,” said Director Biel. “Come back before you clock off and I’ll fill you in.”

Kat nodded, her long dress sweeping the floor as she left the office; Jessica’s smile became halved itself as she watched her leave. From the few times Kat had worn something that wasn’t 100% tent-esque she could tell that Miss Dennings had something special underneath her clothes – but she just kept on hiding her looks. All right, it wasn’t that important to her job and she was good at it… but if there was one thing Director Biel agreed with Agent Bell on, it was the old adage “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” And judging from the ample curves pushing out the top of her blouse, Kat had it. At least she wasn’t wearing a huge hat. Today.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:31:50 AM

Taking the coffee offered by the new intern, Beverley Mitchell’s eyes narrowed when Kat passed her desk. The intern’s eyes, meanwhile, just widened.

“I bet she’s got a killer butt under there,” he whispered to Beverley.

“So I’ve heard,” she replied. “Keep it in your pants, loverboy – you’re on duty.”

Beverley had heard it from Kristen; it had been lust at first sight for the agent (but not for Sursok – Beverley gave BJ thatmuch). But while she’d had a few friendly words with Kat, nothing had panned out so far… and as far as Beverley was concerned it could stay that way. Even if she liked competition – and she didn’t, not by a long way – Kat Dennings’ endless “Oh woe is me, nobody thinks I’m hot, I never get any” whining during coffee breaks wasn’t helping her case. Beverley wanted to snap “For crying out loud woman, start dressing for men every once in a while.” (Actually, Kat didn’t whine that much – it just felt that way.)

Kristen and Kat passed each other en route to their respective destinations, and Kat blushed at the wink Kristen gave her.

“Love girls in glasses,” she whispered.

* * * * * * * * * *

“I hate IVs,” Emma Roberts muttered, even as she made eyes at the sexy brunette nurse attaching the line to her arm. “I always think they’re going to take stuff out, not put stuff in.”

“You won’t even feel a thing,” Nurse Caroline Dhavernas promised.

“If I do, will you make it up to me with a sponge bath?” Emma asked.

Caroline frowned. “Most patients don’t enjoy sponge baths.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:34:49 AM

“Oh, I’d be the one giving it,” Emma said with a wink.

Megan Fox rolled her eyes; seemed like Emma was already feeling better. Hopefully, they’d be able to get out of Westside Medical Clinic before anyone recognized them - though how that’d be possible, she didn’t know. They’d had to wait outside the emergency room for almost two agonizing hours, where Megan’s fears of being arrested and Emma dying traded places repeatedly depending on how bad the younger girl was coughing. It was a busy night, with several broken bones, a car crash, and most troublesome, a gunshot wound. Seemed to be accidentally self-inflicted, from the little bit Megan had overheard, but she’d been in enough hospitals over the years to know that the cops came to investigate every gunshot reported. So far, the cops seemed to be as slow as the ER doctors, which was about all she and Emma had going for them.

More and more, Megan was beginning to think they should’ve waited for Troian’s ex girlfriend to come and look at Emma.

“Emma… Watson?” a new voice spoke up from behind the curtains. All three women in the small room turned to see a lovely, redheaded doctor standing in the doorway. Megan felt her pussy clench automatically upon seeing her.

“Yes, hi,” Emma said, remembering the fake name she’d given upon being admitted. Troian and JoAnna had been able to get everyone some fake IDs, but they hadn’t been the most creative of names. Megan was posing as Megan Park, Shay was Shay Jordan, and Hayden was now going by the last name Christensen.

“Miss Watson, I’m Dr. Rachel Nichols. I’m afraid you’ve got pneumonia, along with several cuts and bruises.”

“Camping trip gone bad,” Emma said. She was about to add more, but got caught up in a coughing fit.

Rachel turned towards Megan. “Camping trip?”

“Yeah, she thought it would be romantic,” the brunette said, improvising.

“I see,” Rachel said, seemingly deflating a bit as Megan spoke. “So you two are-”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:35:41 AM

“Oh, no!” Megan said. “No, I’m just her friend. Her lesbian friend. Who’s single.”

“Ah,” Rachel said, smiling a bit brighter at that. “Well, your friend is getting a nice cocktail of drugs that should kick the pneumonia out of her in a day or two. Nurse Dhavernas will tend to her other wounds. But I think she should be safe to go home by this evening. Plenty of bed rest, fluids, and no more camping for a while, I think.”

“Got it,” Megan said. “Thank you so much, Doctor.”

“Oh, not a problem,” Rachel said.

“Would you, ah, would you like to get a cup of coffee?” Megan asked before Rachel could slip out of the room.

Rachel seemed to consider it for a moment. “Sure. Sure, why not? Give me half an hour to finish my rounds, and so long as no new traumas come in, I’ll take you up to the Doctor’s dining area, where the coffee is actually drinkable.”

“Sounds good,” Megan said, admiring Rachel’s ass in her scrubs as she walked off.

“*Cough*slut*COUGH*” Emma managed to get out.

Megan winked at her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Rachel Nichols hadn’t always wanted to be a doctor. In fact, growing up, she’d figured she’d go into the family business of being a cop. But when she’d taken a First Aid class in summer camp one year, she’d gotten hooked, and her life changed. But she still held law enforcement near and dear to her heart.

It didn’t hurt that she was dating a cop, too.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:37:12 AM

Emma Watson - such a fake name - was the last patient on her rounds for the evening, and had she really wanted to, Rachel could’ve taken that Megan Park girl - that name was probably fake, too - upstairs for all the coffee she wanted, but Rachel needed to make a phone call first.

“Patrick?” she said into her phone.

“Hey babe. Thanks for letting me fuck your ass last night.”

“Patrick, this isn’t a sex call,” Rachel said, cutting her boyfriend off before he could get going.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, but I think I’ve got two of those SF8 girls you guys are looking for here at the clinic.”

Suddenly, Officer Patrick O’Kelley was all business. “What have you got?”

“Two women, one with pneumonia and several scrapes and bruises, all easily a week or so old. The other with a few bruises of her own, but more importantly, she’s got several tattoos like the ones on the APB you have at home. They‘re using really bad fake names, and aside from hitting on me and every nurse here, they look like they‘re in a hurry to get out.”

“Okay Rachel, this sounds promising. I need you to keep them there. I’m on my way over, but I gotta call this in to the FBI and let them take the lead. Whatever you have to do, keep them in that clinic.”

“I-I’ll try,” Rachel said. “Just hurry, Patrick.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“WE GOT SOMETHING!”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:38:15 AM

Kristen Bell shook her head, coming out of a daydream where she was motorboating Kat Dennings’ incredible tits, and turned to see Tammin racing in from the communications room.

“What is it?” Jessica Biel said, coming out of her office.

“Police just got a call from the Westside Medical Clinic claiming that they’ve got two very good matches on SF8ers. Sounds like Emma Roberts and Megan Fox!”

“Bell! Take BJ and Beverley and get there NOW,” Jessica said; Kristen was already grabbing her jacket. “I’ll have SFPD cordon off the place, but keep a low profile. We don’t want to spook them.”

“It could take us the better part of an hour to get there this time of day,” Kristen reminded her. “Unless you want to give us the helicopter.”

“There’s no helipad at Westside,” Tammin said. “I checked.”

“Then hurry,” Jessica said. “This is the first break we’ve had since they escaped, and we’re NOT going to fuck it up.”

* * * * * * * * * *

The more Rachel Nichols spoke with the ersatz Megan Park, the more she liked her. In another life, she suspected they could be friends. Though lovers was certainly out of the question. Rachel had never had sex with a woman, even when her college roommate Carrie had tried to seduce her six times. Rachel really preferred men.

Not that she’d tell Megan that. Keeping this little coffee date going was the only way to keep the escaped prisoner in the clinic.

“… so there I am, in just my bra, no panties, and the whole crowd is just staring at me in silent awe, not knowing I’d been having sex with the lead dancer every time she’d gone off-stage. If that curtain hadn’t fallen, I would’ve gotten away with it, too,” Megan was saying.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:39:37 AM

“So what’d you do?”

“The only thing I could do - I stood up on my toes as best I could, and pirouetted off the stage. Never saw Natalie again - she thinks I ruined her career. But all the papers were claiming it was the most unique and sexiest version of Swan Lake ever.”

Rachel laughed along with Megan, who was rubbing her foot up and down the doctor’s leg under the table.

“Sounds like you’ve been with a lot of women,” Rachel said, trying to deflect the advances of the charming thief and prisoner.

“And men,” Megan admitted. “I’m a firm believer in finding pleasure wherever you can.” As she spoke, Megan’s foot ran all the way up and pressed against Rachel’s crotch - which, surprisingly, was growing a bit wet.

“Oh, wow,” was all the doctor could mutter.

“We’ve been chatting for a while now, Doc. Don’t you want to get me to an exam room?” Megan asked, pressing her toes - where did her shoe go, Rachel wondered - right up against Rachel’s erect little clit.

“All of our exam rooms are full,” Rachel stammered, trying hard to ignore the pleasurable sensations radiating out from beneath the table. She wasn’t lying. Westside Medical was crowded today.

“A supply closet then?” Megan asked.

“You’ve been watching too much trashy TV,” Rachel said, never-the-less thinking about the closest supply closet just down the hall. What was wrong with her?

“No, I just want to get trashy with you,” Megan said, boldly leaning across the table and kissing Rachel, not giving a care that everyone else in the Doctor’s cafeteria could see them.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:41:11 AM

The kiss blew Rachel away. She’d never once been kissed like that in her life. Hard and demanding, but soft and seductive at the same time. She’d only ever kissed a girl once - her roommate Carrie, trying to get her off Rachel’s back. Literally. But this kiss with Megan was something more. Something intoxicating.

There was still no sign of the cops, or the FBI, or anyone at all. Not even the security guard, who was probably watching Hart of Dixie on his iPod downstairs again.

Well, Patrick had said to do whatever it took to keep the fugitives in the clinic. This was certainly one way.

“Down the hall, fifth door on the right. It’s labeled supply. Give me two minutes to go there first and unlock it,” Rachel said.

“That’ll give me just enough time to finish my coffee,” Megan smiled at her seductively.

* * * * * * * * * *

“We should be there by now,” Kristen Bell grumbled. “Are we sure this is the fastest route?”

Tammin Sursok shrugged. “We’re following Beverley,” she said, nodding towards the van in front of them. “She’s got the directions on her phone.”

“She’s probably chatting on it instead of following it’s directions,” Kristen muttered, reaching for the tactical radio built into the dashboard. “Beverley?”

“Yeah boss?” Beverley’s voice came back after a moment.

“Are you sure this is the fastest route there?”

“It isn’t. There’s construction on Meadowbrook.”

“Fuck,” Kristen swore. “Okay, just hurry!”

Ahead of them, Beverley sped up.

* * * * * * * * * *

The scrubs issued to the doctors and nurses of Westside Medical Center were far too easy to take off, Rachel mused as Megan ran her tongue down the doctor’s collar bone towards her bra-covered tits. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this.

She also couldn’t believe she WANTED to do this.

Megan hadn’t said a word since Rachel had let her in the supply closet - merely started kissing and stripping the doctor. Now, with her pants around her ankles and her nipples ready to shred through her bra, Rachel was beginning to rethink her whole stance on lesbianism. Every kiss, every lick, every touch Megan gave her crumbled more of Rachel’s defenses.

Suddenly, Megan’s hands were in the waistband of Rachel’s boy short panties, yanking them down and exposing the lovely redhead’s shaved pussy to the cool air. Rachel shivered, then gasped as Megan dropped to her knees and immediately began eating her out.

Having been almost militantly straight her entire life, Rachel Nichols didn’t have a lot of experience with people going down on her. Most of her boyfriends had done it once or twice, but none of them had ever acted like they enjoyed it, and she hadn’t really enjoyed their efforts anyway. They were all much better just shoving their cocks into her and pounding away. But Megan - oh, Megan could do things with her tongue that made the best fucking Rachel had ever had in her life feel like barely a tickle.

It was like being a virgin again, so much like being touched for the first time. Rachel was feeling levels of erotic bliss she’d never felt before, never imagined she could feel before. She was regretting ever turning down her old college roommate’s advances. As Megan feasted on her pussy juice, Rachel Nichols was having a revelation. She WAS a lesbian. And she would never, ever had sex with a man again.

It took all of three minutes of oral sex from Megan Fox to get Rachel Nichols to climax, and when she did, the doctor fell back against the shelves in the supply closet, nearly knocking over the KY Jelly they used for OGYN exams.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:44:02 AM

She hung there, arms spread wide for support, her scrubs top unbuttoned exposing her simple cotton-bra, her pants and boy shorts around her ankles, her pussy gushing into Megan’s mouth as the criminal continued to feast upon her. An orgasm more powerful than any she’d ever had before turned Rachel’s mind to jelly, and she stood there quaking for several long moments, trying to recover herself.

“Okay, wow, you enjoyed that,” Megan said, laughing a bit when Rachel came around.

“You-you have to run,” the doctor panted.

“Huh?”

“The cops know you’re here. They told me to keep you busy. I’m sorry-”

Megan was out the door before Rachel could finish.

By the end of the week, Rachel Nichols would dump her cop boyfriend, and end up sleeping with one of the nurses at Westside Medical. She’d come out, openly, and would live the rest of her life as a proud lesbian, dating several women before marrying Caroline Dhavernas almost five years later. Her life forever changed, Rachel would never know Megan’s real name, never know for sure if she was one of the San Francisco Seven or Eight or however many there were, would never know if she lived or died. But that one little coffee date and getting eaten out in a supply closet, trashy TV-like, would lead the doctor to happiness she never could’ve imagined.

Too bad the same wasn’t true for Megan Fox.

* * * * * * * * * *

The two FBI vans came to screeching halts, and Kristen Bell was the first one out, running towards a parked SFPD squad car.

“Agent Bell?” a plainclothes officer said as she approached.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:44:49 AM

That’s me.”

“Detective Banes, my partner, Detective Drew,” he said, motioning towards a young woman standing beside him. “We’re still trying to get the place cordoned off, but we’re short-handed at the minute. Got a pileup several blocks east of here that’s slowing down backup.”

“We can’t wait much longer,” Bell said as Sursok and Mitchell approached. “We may have to go in and grab them.”

“According to hospital security, they don’t appear armed, and they are both being watched. A nurse is with the one receiving medical attention, and a doctor is with the other one, having coffee.”

“What, like on a date?” Tammin said.

“Don’t worry, she’s dating one of my officers,” Banes replied.

“You don’t know these girls, Detective. They’ve seduced much tougher targets,” Kristen muttered. “How many plainclothes do you have here?”

“Maybe six,” Banes offered. “But I’ve got twice that many uniforms that I can call in. If we surround the building-”

“These women are killers and desperate, Detective. No, we need to keep this quiet. Banes, you’re with me. BJ, take Drew. Beverley, grab another plainclothes. We’ll slip in and try and grab them. Be careful. Just because they appear unarmed doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous.”

“Right,” Banes said, waving over some of the other cops.

“Let’s go get us some fugitives,” Tammin said.

“I just hope they don’t escape,” Beverley added.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:45:43 AM

* * * * * * * * * *

Megan Fox’s instincts were telling her to run; get out of Westside Medical Center and just run for it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave Emma behind, even though the girl was tied to an IV bag and still in need of medical attention. Back before the SFUB heist, Megan wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving any of the girls behind. But their time together in Remy Hadley had connected her to the gang more than she realized. And Megan Fox wasn’t going to leave a fellow San Fran Eight girl behind.

As she wove through the halls of Westside Medical, she grabbed a scalpel sitting on an exam table and hurried towards Emma’s room, half expecting to see cops screaming around the corner at any minute. She was beginning to wish she’d had a gun with her, not that she ever would’ve gotten into the clinic with one.

Slipping down a stairwell, she returned to the floor where Emma’s room was, slipped past the nursing station, and slid into the exam room where Emma was staying.
If it was anyone else staying there, Megan might have been surprised by what she saw. But when she came face to face with Emma Roberts and nurse Caroline Dhavernas both buck naked, engaging in a 69 on Emma’s bed while the often-nude criminal was still attached to her IV, well it wasn’t surprising at all.

“We gotta go,” Megan said, closing the door behind her.

“OHMYGOD,” Caroline said, jumping off Emma and trying - and failing - to cover her nakedness with her hands.

“Admit it,” Emma said, sitting up. “I’ve got good taste.”

“You do. Now get dressed.”

“You can’t leave,” Caroline said. “You still need treatment. We need to replace your IV bag any minute now, and-”

“And it’ll have to wait,” Megan said, pulling out the scalpel. “We’re leaving. Now get that line out of my friend’s arm, or you’re going to be the next one in this room needing medical treatment.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:46:16 AM

Sensing the truth in Megan’s voice, Caroline moved quickly to undo Emma’s IV.

“Please tell me you have clothes here somewhere,” Megan said, glancing around the room.

“I got the exam gown they gave me,” Emma said, pointing towards the pink pile of fabric on the floor.

“Well, I guess it’s slightly less obvious than you running around naked,” Megan sighed.

“I do my best work naked,” Emma reminded her.

“Yeah you do,” Caroline agreed.

“Just put it on,” Megan said. “Cops are coming, and we’re leaving.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Westside Medical had three floors, and wasn’t THAT big of a clinic. Kristen assigned Beverley and her partner to the first floor, gave Tammin the third floor, which was mostly surgery rooms, and took the second floor herself, which was where the doctor Nichols was supposed to be watching the girl they believed to be Megan Fox. With Detective Banes hot on her heels, Kristen raced past the nurses station, onto the elevator, and right up stairs, just missing Megan slipping into the first-floor exam room with Emma in it.
They found Rachel Nichols still recovering - and still naked - in the supply closet a few minutes later.

“What happened? Did she rape you?” Kristen asked, looking at the clearly sexually aroused doctor.

“No, no. I was, uh, just trying to keep her here. She figured it out, though,” Rachel said, blushing a little.

“What room are you keeping her friend in?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:46:48 AM

“6A downstairs,” Rachel said. “Or was it 6B?”

Kristen raced off, Banes following, the naked doctor left forgotten behind.

* * * * * * * * * *

In 6B, Megan and a now covered Emma were just finishing strapping the still-naked Caroline to the very exam table she and Emma had been fucking on. Emma took plenty of opportunities to grope the nurse before she and Megan peeked outside.

“Shit, look there,” Megan said, pointing across the nursing station to the other side exam rooms. Sure enough, there was Beverley Mitchell and a guy with such a severe buzz-cut that he HAD to be a cop, coming out of one exam room and slipping into another, clearly searching them.

“What now?” Emma asked. “Sneak out a window?”

“All the windows are locked and have bars,” Caroline offered.

“Don’t make me gag you,” Megan warned her.

“Better not; if you gag her, I’m going to HAVE to do naughty stuff to her,” Emma said, winking back at the nurse, who quivered on the bed.

“Shut up and think of a way out,” Megan said quietly, closing the door.

“Air vents?”

“You might be small enough to slip through them, but I’m not,” Megan said.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:48:10 AM

“You’re not THAT big,” Emma said. “Your tits are, but you-”

“Emma, I promise, you get us out of here, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to my tits, but can we PLEASE get out of here first?” Megan pleaded.

“Take off your clothes,” Emma said.

“I said AFTER we got out!” Megan said, exasperated.

“No, get out of your clothes, and put HERS on,” Emma continued, pointing to the discarded nurses outfit Caroline had been wearing.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kristen met Beverley Mitchell right outside room 6A, which the junior FBI agent and her SFPD partner were about to check out.

“Fox is gone,” Kristen said. “According to the doctor, it’s either this room, or the one across the hall that Roberts is in.”

“Okay, you take the lead. I’ll stay back and keep an eye out for Fox,” Beverley suggested.

“Make sure no one leaves that room across the way,” Bell said firmly. She then drew her service sidearm, and slid into the exam room, Banes and the other SFPD man right behind her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“This uniform barely fits,” Megan complained, motioning towards her chest, where her sizeable breasts were threatening to pop the button keeping them covered.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:49:13 AM

“Looks good to me,” Emma said. They’d had to stuff Megan’s bra and panties into Caroline’s mouth to keep the nurse from screaming for help, so both fugitives were now going completely commando. But if it got them out of the medical center without being arrested, well then spending some time without underwear on was worth it.

Emma was now sitting in a wheelchair, a mobile IV pole attached to it. If they’d had more time, Megan would’ve had Caroline actually attach the medicine Emma needed and kept her friend healing, but that would’ve meant untying and then retying the nurse, and they didn’t have that kind of time to waste. Instead, the unplugged IV line was merely taped to Emma’s arm, which hopefully looked good enough to pass casual inspection.

Megan slid up to the door, and peeked out, just in time to see Kristen Bell lead two obvious cops into 6A.

“Now or never,” she said, grabbing Emma’s wheelchair and pushing her friend out. “This better work.”

“It will,” Emma said as Megan backed out of the room.

* * * * * * * * * *

Beverley Mitchell saw a nurse in a too-small uniform pull a patient with an IV drip back out of 6A, and knew immediately it was Megan Fox and Emma Roberts. The flimsy disguises they were using wouldn’t get them past the front door, let alone past a trained FBI agent.

Which meant if they were going to get where they needed to go, she’d have to help them out. Without being caught by Kristen Bell or Tammin Sursok.

“Some days, I hate my job,” Beverley muttered aloud. Then she raised her voice just enough to be heard across the hallway.

“Better put someone on the front door. They don’t have time to slip out the back,” she said to no one in particular. No one even so much as glanced in her direction, but the nurse/fugitive turned the wheelchair around and made a beeline for the back of the clinic.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:50:28 AM

* * * * * * * * * *

It was working! Holy crap, Megan Fox thought, it was working.

“Emma, I’m totally going to let you do every dirty little thing you ever wanted to do to me,” Megan whispered as she pushed the wheelchair out the back door, which was completely unguarded.

“Mmmm, do you have a double-sided dildo and a bottle of honey handy?” Emma asked, before coughing again.

“I’ll get them,” Megan promised. Oh, the sexy little thief had earned so hot, hot sex for this. Plus, Megan was still a little turned on from going down on that sexy doctor and not getting any in return. She hadn’t even managed to get undressed! Talk about blue balls! Well, she was certain Emma would make it up to her as soon as she was feeling better. And who knew, maybe one of the other girls back at the hideout was feeling frisky. Megan could-

She didn’t get to finish her thought before a rag filled with chloroform was pressed over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but it was too late - she’d breathed in too much, and the sweet-smelling vapors were knocking her out. She could see someone doing the same thing to Emma, and the last thought she had before she passed out was that whoever this was, it wasn’t the cops.

* * * * * * * * * *

The tied up, gagged, and very naked nurse Caroline Dhavernas aside, 6B was as empty as 6A. Kristen was furious, and the uniformed officers outside were all called in. Every room, every cabinet, every crevice of Westside Medical Clinic was searched twice. But it was evident that the two Remy Hadley fugitives had slipped away. All they had to go on were the two naked employees - Caroline and Rachel - who’d been seduced and abandoned, neither of them knowing anything about where the two SF8ers were going.

“You’re certain no one came out of 6B?” Kristen snapped at Beverley.

“Positive. They must have snuck out before we got there,” she lied.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:51:28 AM

“God damn it!” Kristen swore. “All right, Banes, the FBI thanks you and your SFPD buddies for their help. Hopefully, we can get SOMETHING from the security cameras.”

“If they snuck out the back, you aren’t - someone disabled those cameras earlier,” Banes muttered, just as unhappy as Kristen was.

“You’re saying they had help?”

“Looks that way,” Banes said, before taking Drew and heading out the door.

“It must have been the rest of the gang,” Beverley said. She knew it wasn’t - it had been Rhona’s men, waiting there since Beverley called them from the van on the too-long trip from the FBI offices.

“I don’t get it,” Tammin said. “After the SFUB heist, they all went their separate ways. Now they’re all working together again, and just to get one of them some incomplete medical treatment?”

“There’s definitely more going on here than we know,” Kristen said. “Come on, let’s go back and see if the boss has anything for us.”

As Tammin and Kristen headed out the door, Beverley couldn’t help but smile. The FBI might have dropped the ball, but Rhona Mitra was going to be incredibly pleased with Beverley Mitchell’s performance today.

* * * * * * * * *

“I can’t believe you watch this shit. On purpose,” Roselyn grumbled, shaking her head.

None of the team, before this whole thing had started, would have been caught dead at home on a Saturday night – but that was then, and this was now, and they were mostly gathered close around the TV JoAnna had brought for them. Not because the Spanish-language movie on LATV was so scintillating, but because it wasn’t a very big set.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:52:21 AM

“Do any of you even SPEAK Spanish?!” the leader continued.

“I’m just here for the eye candy,” Shay admitted.

“Relax, we’ll switch over in time for ‘NCIS’,” Olivia added with an eye on the quarrelling Latina women onscreen. Shame it didn’t involve wrestling, but any port in a storm.

“Or the local news,” Roselyn reminded them.

She didn’t need to remind them – with each passing hour and no sign of “Megan Park” and “Emma Watson,” the possible conclusions the gang were coming to both seemed more and more likely. No matter how busy the clinic got it couldn’t have been so busy that they’d still be there by now, unless some kind of disaster had taken place all of a sudden.  Some kind of incredibly localized disaster that no station had interrupted broadcasting to mention.

“You know, if they got caught-“ Blake started.

“If they got caught, they won’t talk,” Roselyn interrupted.

“That too, but if they got caught going to the doc’s then…” Blake trailed off, looking nervously at Hayden.

“You do what you have to do,” the small blonde told them flatly. “I’m the only one who’s got the problem.”

“Fine, but I’ll always have your back,” Blake told her as the sound of a phone humming began to underscore the TV.

“Hello?” Roselyn said, answering it without bothering to ask who it was; Troian had supplied them with the phone, which was in her name. The others lost any interest in Mexican frenzied females, watching the leader and the expression on her face as she listened to the other end.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:53:34 AM

“Ah, I see… all right, I’ll tell ‘em. Thanks for everything again, Troy – get some sleep, girl. Night.” She hung up the phone and pocketed it.

“Troian got a few minutes on the phone with Navi – she’s working until Monday. She’s got that day off so she can drop by here and sort me and Olivia out, but until then…” she shrugged.

“Put it on Channel 5, Miss Remote Control Hog,” Olivia said to Shay amiably. “Time for the news.”

“Yeah, some more downers won’t make much difference now,” Hayden cracked as the channel changed, the screen filling with Channel 5’s slightly-less-flash-than-Channel-7 news set. But at least it was the weekend news, so they had that foxy Kate Mara hosting. Five heads leaned in close and five sets of ears perked up as the cute young brunette started to deliver the latest events in San Francisco.

A half hour later, five heads leaned back once Kate had bid the viewers good night. For once they’d been left dissatisfied by a beautiful woman in a non-sexual sense – she’d told the viewers bedtime stories about robbery, industrial disputes, and centenarian twins. But not a word about members of the San Francisco Eight being captured, not even at the end as a “And in late-minute breaking news” piece.

“Maybe something happened to Emma at-“ Shay started.

“You think they wouldn’t have said something?” Olivia snapped, before catching herself.

“And I can’t see Megan and Emma suddenly deciding to run off somewhere once she got dosed,” Hayden added.

“We can’t sort out a plan without sleep,” Roselyn stated, switching the set off. “Off to bed, the lot of you.”

“Yes, mom,” Blake said cutely, not asking what plan she was talking about. She didn’t have to.

* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:55:17 AM

“Looking forward to the big meeting tomorrow, Ash?”

“Still nervous,” Ashley Benson admitted to her mother down the phone as she kicked back at home.

“Don’t worry – they’ll love you. Just keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll end up the next Barbara Walters.”

Ashley was not planning on sharing a screen with a load of other women any time ever, but she didn’t say that to Mom (a huge fan of The View), but otherwise things had never been better for her. Channel 7 News regularly kicked local ratings tushy, she’d broken several impressive stories – including a couple involving enemies of Rhona Mitra, for which Mitra had been very appreciative (meaning she had actually bothered to phone and thank her, which by Rhona Mitra standards was appreciative) – and Ashley had been given a healthy raise. They were even talking about giving her a shot at reporting on the network… going from being a big fish in a pretty big pond to a lower rung nationally wasn’t something she was really looking forward because of having to leave Channel 7 and her star status, but a rung upward was a rung upward.

“When are you going to meet someone?”

“Mom, I’m not looking… no time yet,” Ashley lied. She’d had a man over earlier that evening anyway – a pretty handsome fellow, guy by the name of Billy Kruger, who’d left her a little package.

 “Compliments of Rhona,” he’d said.

“Wow,” Ashley had breathed on opening it. “Just what I need.”

“She had a feeling you could use that – always thinking ahead,” Billy had smiled. “Had it made specially for you.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” the blonde had said. “And I got something for you…”

“No thanks, ma’am. I’m just the messenger boy. And I’ve got a girlfriend.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:56:14 AM

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Ashley had grinned. “C’mon, live a little...”

“I’ll pass,” Billy had said.

“Can’t let you go without something though… “ Ashley had scurried away, emphasising her wiggle to give Billy an idea of what he was turning down, and written him out a decent amount on a cheque. What was inside the package made it worth it to her, and remembering the smile on his face when she’d handed him the slip, she sighed as she fondled the contents of the package.

“Trust me, mom… I got everything I need…” Ashley told her mother.

* * * * * * * * * *

The first thing Victoria Justice did when she woke up on Monday morning was to be thankful. Thankful that she was sleeping in a bed instead of on a bench; in a bed in an apartment rather than a drug den or somewhere; and in a bed with someone who was happy to be with her without paying her. And even in the unlikely event of Tammin Sursok paying her, none of it would be going into Rhona Mitra’s cavernous pockets.

The brunette turned her head, expecting to see Tammin sleeping next to her. For a moment Victoria’s heart jumped in fear on seeing she was alone in the bed – no, not again… but then she remembered. Tammin wasn’t a client, and she sure as fuck wasn’t one of Rhona’s friends – she’d just gone to work. Victoria expected her to leave early, but why did she have to leave *this* early? It wasn’t like she was one of the cleaners…

The bedroom door opened and Tammin, wearing a T-shirt and nothing else, slipped inside.

“Did I wake you up?” she asked gently, seeing Victoria’s face a split second before the surprised look on it vanished.

“No, I just thought it was later than it was…” the brunette replied, before she grimaced.

“What’s wrong?” asked Tammin.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:57:15 AM

“That shirt,” Victoria answered. “You DO know you don’t live in Oakland, right?”

Everyone at work knew Tammin was a lesbian, but no one knew that she was a bigtime Oakland Raiders fan in a sea of 49ers supporters (including her boss and Victoria). That was her real traumatic secret, but Tammin couldn’t help grinning on saying “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Take that shirt off right now, young lady,” Victoria said in mock-seriousness.

Tammin peeled the shirt off and threw it aside, letting the other woman check out her lissom nakedness before she climbed back into the bed.

“Much better,” Victoria smiled, kissing Tammin and resting a hand on one of the agent’s breasts. “Much, much better.”

She started to massage Tammin’s chest, repeatedly kissing her while feeling the Fed’s fingers exploring her body. As much as she liked the agent’s boobs, she could tell Tammin was really loving Victoria’s set – squeezing them together and rubbing the nipples into an erection (like they needed any help there). The woman had the same look on her face that Victoria had seen on a few of the women she’d slept with, a mixture of lust and envy; but in this case there was something different, something kinder. Tammin kissed the tips of Victoria’s nipples, tasting the circles around them.

“WAY perkier than mine were when I was 20,” Tammin smiled, with no bitterness in her voice at all – just appreciation.

“You wouldn’t be so jealous if you knew where they’d been,” Victoria commented.

“They’re not there now,” Tammin pointed out.

“No, they’re not,” the young woman replied with relief, slipping her hands alongside Tammin’s slim body and moving one set of fingers down to the tattoo above her crotch, tracing the tips over “Mind Body Soul.” The brunette started to lick her way softly down her bedmate, listening to Tammin’s little sighs with each touch of her tongue and caressing her smooth skin. If only more of the customers looked like her…

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 08:58:16 AM

Within moments, Victoria had Tammin’s tattoo full in her vision, her eyes scanning it and moving a little further down and to the left, resting on the feast between the agent’s legs before returning to the three words.

“A sharp mind… a beautiful body… and a wonderful soul,” she whispered, kissing the tattoo. “Cursive’s a kind of turn-on with this, Tammin.”

“Say that last bit again,” said the agent, stroking Victoria’s head.

“Tammin… what, you get hot when someone says your name?”

“It’s just been so long since someone not related to me called me that,” Tammin explained. “Everyone at work calls me BJ, word got around and now most of my friends do it…”

“How come they call you BJ?” Victoria asked, gently kissing the area above her cunt.

“Blow Job Lips.”

“Jerks,” the brunette muttered, unable to see Tammin’s face light up. Other people she’d explained it to had cracked wise about how it suited her, and now this angel was actually sympathising with how it made Tammin Sursok felt… her hands fondled Victoria more intensely as the girl’s mouth touched her slot.

“Tammin,” she whispered.

The agent’s pussy began to moisten; until now Tammin hadn’t imagined anyone could ever say her name and make it sound sexy. As Victoria’s experienced tongue began to play with her clit, the agent reflected that she might just take this girl’s name if it ever got more serious – Agent Justice had a great ring to it. Mmmmm, good action there… her tongue moved along it like she was painting, getting the feel and texture just right. Tammin cradled the girl’s head as she munched, treating her pussy lips like they hadn’t been for a while.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:01:04 AM

“Feel like a little Bryan Adams?” the agent groaned as Victoria’s tongue probed deeper.

“Come again?” the other paused long enough to ask.

“My dad loves him,” Tammin explained. “I used to think "Summer Of 69" was about the year but one night he put it on and he’d had way too much to drink – again – and he told me it was about…”

“I’m on it,” Victoria interrupted with a giggle. Slipping away from Tammin, she slowly got off the bed to give her partner a chance to check out her body, and then carefully climbed back on in reverse, again taking her time so Tammin could… well… enjoy the view of Victoria’s fine, blemish-challenged backside. Resting on the agent with her legs spread on either side of her face, Victoria placed her hands on Tammin’s own thighs before dipping her face down to get some more of that sweet FBI snatch; she might have entered before the agent’s own eager tongue thrust into her box, but she couldn’t be sure. But she was sure about how it felt.

Tammin’s tongue and lips lavished themselves on Victoria’s dark, tasty muff as if she hadn’t had this for years. She sucked and licked and probed like a woman possessed, while her hands pinched, stroked and slapped Victoria Justice’s cheeks. Seriously, if Tammin had time she would have fucked this girl’s foxy little ass until she was screaming (her and Tammin both). The agent tasted Victoria’s clit while relishing the mouth that was loving her own pussy, the tongue moving like a butterfly and making her wetter with each touch. Gripping Victoria tighter, Tammin was trying not to race the girl – she just wanted to make her feel as good as she was feeling right now.

The two women writhed on the bed, their moans starting to turn to screams of happiness as each one munched and tasted the other. Tammin’s fingers were squeezing Victoria’s ass harder as the girl  licked faster, but it was the younger woman on top who was starting to catch fire – she didn’t ever want to stop having this. Victoria didn’t know what was better, how Tammin tasted or the rapid movement of her tongue… “OooooohhhhhhhhTAMMMMMMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  she howled, smelling Tammin’s lovely pussy fragrance and feeling her own secretions dampening the agent’s mouth as she kept on tonguing the woman, her body thrashing atop her as the ex-stripper had her first real orgasm since the time she and Dan…

No, screw him. He didn’t matter. He didn’t count any more. She wasn’t sure she was about to give up men for good, but for now and the foreseeable future all that mattered was this beautiful woman who’d saved her from that shithole of a club. Tammin was her benefactor, and she was going to make her happy she’d taken in Victoria Justice… and from the increasingly loud cries coming from the other end of her body, it sounded like Victoria WAS making her happy. The young girl’s tongue moved ever faster and eagerly, going deeper inside Tammin’s gorgeous cunt and fondling her legs. She had fantastic legs, and too many pant suits in her closet.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:02:42 AM

“Fuck me, Victoria! FUCK ME!!!” Tammin yelled. “DON’T STOP!!!”

The bed shook underneath Tammin’s bucking as she clutched Victoria, kissing her soaked pussy as she screamed her satisfaction and came underneath the girl, loving the hot delight shooting through her body. This one was a natural, and she was only 20… licking the insides of Victoria’s thighs, Tammin thanked fate for bringing this girl into her life. Even if it had been in the line of duty.

Glowing and happy, Victoria carefully turned around to face the beaming Tammin. “Not bad,” she laughed, kissing her on the lips.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” the agent replied.

“Can’t you call in sick today?” Victoria pouted.

“No rest for the wicked. It’ll be the weekend soon, relax,” Tammin said, folding an arm around the girl and resting the hand on her ass, patting it. “Spend the day at the beach or at a game. Not the Raiders, I swear.”

“Love’s all about compromises,” Victoria said. “I could sit through those guys if you let me play with your ass afterwards.”

“You can play with it all night tonight,” Tammin winked.

“Deal.” Smiling, Victoria put her head on the agent’s chest, closing her eyes for a moment. Wow, she was so warm, and even without a bath she smelt so good...

Victoria could still smell her when she woke up. The sun was now doing its business in the sky and piercing through the curtains, lighting up Victoria – and only Victoria, as she saw when she looked to her left. Tammin was gone, with a folded piece of paper on the pillow next to her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:03:39 AM

Smiling and shaking her head at how the agent had managed to disengage herself from her embrace without interrupting the slumber, Victoria picked up the note and opened it; wow, this girl had terrible handwriting. It looked like she was telling her new roomie to be good, or at least to take care of the place while she was out. At least she could make out how the note ended: “P.S. Don’t worry about falling asleep after sex! :)"

“You’re a keeper,” the young beauty laughed, folding up the note and heading for the bathroom.

A shower, an hour, a bowl of Cap’n Crunch and a couple of Twinkies later – how did Tammin stay so slim with all this junk food around the place, Victoria wondered? – she weighed her next move. She could show some appreciation for what Tammin had done for her lately by cleaning up her apartment. Or she could check out some things online for a couple of hours… play some Candy Crush, listen to some music, whatever.

No contest. She put the bowl in the dishwasher and headed to the PC; Candy Crush it would be. Singing to herself, she turned it on and sat herself down, hand on the mouse.

“You don’t have to be afraid to put your dream in action, you’re never gonna fade, you’ll be the main attraction…” Wishing she could remember who sang that song, Victoria moved the cursor towards one of Tammin’s Internet bookmarks, the gateway to fun for the next couple of hours. “…cause you know that if you’re living your imagination, tomorrow you’ll be everybody’s…”

She stopped the mouse before it got to the icon. Victoria hadn’t forgotten the words; she hadn’t forgotten anything. In fact, the name she’d spotted underneath one of the folders on Tammin Sursok’s desktop was one she would never, ever forget.

Victoria Justice sat there, staring at the folder marked “Mitra.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Biel had known she preferred girls from the moment she could walk; that wasn’t the only reason she had a sign on her bedroom door saying “No Boys Allowed,” but it certainly helped. She wasn’t a man-hater as such, no way – but she was glad that Ben was gone.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:11:36 AM

Not least because of the new girl. For a start, Vanessa Hudgens never did things like sending memos to the wrong office, and she didn’t go around harassing the other staffers – even though Ben had his brains in his pants rather than his head, it was the latter rather than the former that had ended up writing finis to his career in the FBI. When word got out about how he’d banged Rebel Wilson, no one had ever let him forget it. Especially the women; it might have been the naked fat women porn mags that someone (maybe someone whose name rhymed with “Blisten Well”) had put on his desk that tipped the scales, or it might not have been. Either way, goodbye and good riddance.

Ironically, the one person Ben had never tried to come on to was the one person Vanessa had her eyes on; she was the archetypal employee with a thing for the boss, but that was all it was… and as much fun as Beverley Mitchell was, Jessica had to admit it was a change to have someone who more or less knew her place in the food chain. And this morning the place was sitting next to her while she dictated a letter…

“…and surveillance of the Camdens is to continue for the foreseeable future. Yours, etc.,” she finished, pacing back and forth while Vanessa’s fingers took down the information for her superiors. “Two copies of that letter, please?”

“Right away, ma’am,” the stunning, almond-eyed young woman replied. “Would you like a refill?”

“That can keep,” Jessica answered, although she did want some fresh coffee. “I’ve got another message to ship out.”

“I’m all ears, ma’am,” Vanessa said, her fingers up and ready to get the words on the keyboard (that was another thing Ben sucked at).

“To Kara Wade,” Director Biel started, beginning to walk back and forth again. “Kara, regarding our communication of the 26th, I feel some more investigation is in order. The Hudgens girl shows promise after the disappointment of her predecessor, and I feel that given time, will be rewarded for the time and effort she puts into being competent, comprehensible… and…”

Jessica stopped still and returned the knowing expression, complete with raised eyebrow, that Vanessa was giving her.

“…and very sexy,” the boss finished.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:12:55 AM

Vanessa demurely set aside her transcribing materials, headed to the door and locked it, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at Jessica before she twitched the hem of her dress upwards, revealing some more of her silky thighs – the dress stopped a couple of inches above the knees.

Eyeing the boss knowingly, Vanessa lifted the dress further up, showing more of her legs – and a little more besides. She lived close enough that she could walk to work and luckily for her, if not for the men of San Francisco, it hadn’t been a windy day; the wind blowing up her dress would have shown off her lovely trimmed pussy to the world. Not that she’d have minded if anyone saw, but…

“I never break my word,” she cooed to the boss.

“No, you don’t,” Jessica agreed, fixing on Vanessa Hudgens’ snatch with laserlike accuracy as the secretary carefully removed her dress, draping it over the back of one of the chairs. She’d promised to go commando, and Jessica wished she’d extended it to the top half as well. Those boobs were excellent, too good to be held back by stupid stinking brassieres.

Vanessa leaned back against the door, a hand casually slipping down between her legs. She had her eyes half-closed; she wasn’t exactly a walking ego but she knew what she had, and she liked how it felt.  Jessica watched the secretary’s fingers spreading her pussylips open as the other hand slipped inside her top, unclipping the bra with practised ease and pulling it off her chest, sending it flying to the floor. Vanessa moaned as she fondled herself above and below; Jessica could not blame her. Seriously, if she had a body like that she’d get off on touching herself as well.

The boss’s eyes drifted down the sleekness of Vanessa’s form, watching her fingers playing with her gorgeous little box. Her middle finger was poking inside as the fingers on each side rubbed the lips, and Jessica wanted to be one of those fingers badly – she could feel her panties beginning to show the effect. She flicked her eyes to the left briefly, and noted to her relief that the intercom was switched off… the last thing she wanted was a repeat of the time she and then-neophyte Kristen Bell had 69’d and broadcast their orgasms to the whole office; some people STILL ragged Kristen about it (if not Director Biel – they knew what side their bread was buttered).

“Good thing I didn’t wear pants today,” Jessica commented, undoing her skirt and flinging it aside, noting how Vanessa’s eyes lit up on seeing the outline of her mound under the crisp (if starting to moisten) white panties. As the boss slid one hand under the edge of her underwear, the other started to undo her top; she pushed the middle finger inside her soaking, steaming crotch while she discarded the shirt, displaying her bra-clad rack.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:14:31 AM

The bra followed the shirt to the ground a moment later, and Jessica didn’t miss the way Vanessa’s eyes lit up on seeing those glorious chest orbs swaying free. Or how the fingers started to move faster between her legs – Vanessa dreamt about Jessica’s breasts often, but having them right in front of her was another thing. The boss began to play with the hardened nipples, tweaking each one in turn while her other hand thrust inside and out of her dripping snatch. The race was on.

“Mmm… uhhh…. Ooohh…” Jessica had a problem – she wanted to get these panties off,  but there was no way she could do it without ruining the rhythm. Oh, screw it – Jessica ripped them off with one quick jerk, leaving her naked except for her high heels. Just like those dancers the team had seen in LA, except maybe hotter, she allowed herself to think.

With her eyes twinkling and fingers fucking, Vanessa gently swayed her body as she turned, bending and thrusting her hindquarters up towards the boss as she kept sliding fingers in and out of her box. The smoothness of Vanessa’s behind (which was enough in itself to make her jealous – damn bumps) and the two orifices under it exposed right in her face was too much for Jessica Biel; gritting her teeth to keep from yowling, she let her breath out in short sharp spurts, unable to keep from looking at Vanessa’s privates. If it hadn’t been for this stupid conference call she’d have to take with other agency heads she’d have dropped to her knees and sucked that box till the cows came home… feeling her own pussy juice covering her fingers, she gave in to the power Vanessa had between her legs. It was all she could to keep from screaming – the door was thick but probably not THAT thick.

“Was I good?” Vanessa asked, still facing away and enjoying how she was revving herself up.

“You did good, baby,” Jessica panted. “And I got your prize… right here.”

The gorgeous black-haired woman looked over her shoulder, and was treated to the sight of Jessica Biel’s bare ass as the boss bent over the desk, with a very familiar device within reach. But the dildo didn’t have the shine that would come from it being pre-lubed, meaning that there’d be no coring of the director’s asshole this time. Still, Vanessa didn’t mind because a) anything that the boss wanted was just fine with her, and b) she sympathised because she herself didn’t like anal sex, as a receiver or as a giver. Which meant that if Jessica Biel had ordered her to fuck her ass till it bled, Vanessa would’ve done it under the rule of a).

Vanessa strapped it on quickly, impressed that it was in perfect proportion to her body – it wasn’t of Manuel Ferrara dimensions, but not a toothpick either. The secretary spread her fingers over the Biel buns, giving each a little pinch. Wow; how Jessica could keep from feeling herself up all day Vanessa

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:15:04 AM

would never know. She was so whootiful… now that was a term Vanessa had to remember to never use around Jessica in public. Still fondling her, the secretary dabbed the boss’s open, waiting snatch with the tip of the dildo. Touching it several times more and liking how Jessica’s body quivered with each little dab, Vanessa started to slide it in a fraction of an inch before moving it back out, starting to grind her own form as the probing continued.

Not for the first time, Vanessa envied men – it must be wonderful for them to be able to do this and really get an idea of what pussy felt like (though ironically they’d never know what Jessica Biel’s actually felt like). Still, until medical science made it possible for a woman to grow her own penis, this would have to do; Miss Hudgens pushed further up Jessica, moving her hands up the boss’s long, warm, strong back. She even had a sexy spine…as she thrust into the boss, Vanessa quickly leaned down and kissed it while her hands reached Jessica’s undone hair, fondling the wavy tresses. Pumping away with her breath coming in quick spurts, Vanessa began to grab the boss’s hair, holding it as hard as she could without yanking back painfully.

“Whoo… yes, V, yes yes YES…” Jessica began to buck forwards and backwards, feeling Vanessa’s body slamming against her and grinding into her cunt – on and on the woman pounded behind her, going deeper and faster with each movement. “C’mon girl, DO IT!!!”

Still holding Jessica’s hair with one hand, Vanessa slapped one of the boss’s sides with the other as if she was riding her… which she was. She slapped her again, whooping and screaming as she slid in and out of her at an increasing pace; the desk started to shake a little under their writhings and thrashings. Jessica’s fingers gripped the edge as her body heated up, howling as the girl steamed her snatch up… “OOOOOHHHHHHYES!!!!!!!!! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKYES!!!!!!!!!!!”

Vanessa’s screams were almost as loud as Jessica’s as she felt wave after wave of delight rushing through her body, with part of her almost wishing that Beverley Mitchell could see this; Agent Mitchell had given her the evil eye from day one, and Vanessa had replied in kind. She knew a suck-up when she saw one, when all she wanted to do was be the best she could be for her boss. She just hoped Jessica liked her better than Mitchell…

As Jessica felt Vanessa withdraw the now-sodden dildo, she felt something she hadn’t gotten from Beverley. As much as she’d enjoyed Agent Mitchell’s body, Jessica had never been convinced the ex-secretary hadn’t just been kissing her ass figuratively as well as literally; Vanessa here had no such ambitions. All she wanted to do was please her and do her job, and that was just how she liked it. Even though the dildo was so lubricated that it could have been popped up her back door no trouble, Jessica knew that Vanessa knew better than to try it – something she wasn’t entirely sure could be said for Beverley. No, Vanessa Hudgens was here to serve her in every way.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:15:45 AM

Jessica felt Vanessa’s lips lightly kissing her open, damp pussy. Nothing further, just a tender little kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I should be… thanking you,” Jessica replied as she gingerly turned around, smiling up at the gleaming, glowing girl.

“By the way… um…” Vanessa bit her lip, because this was embarrassing. She didn’t want to say what she had to say, but…

“Out with it,” Jessica said, still heaving.

“Do we have anything in petty cash? I’m a little short,” the secretary blurted. “I went to get some money out this morning and I had like 33 cents left, and I don’t know where all the cash went because I know I didn’t spend that much over the weekend…”

“How much do you need?” Jessica interrupted.

“About $400, just till pay day,” Vanessa replied. “I feel so… dirty… having to ask like this. My parents would kill me if they knew about this… never did it before…”

“Don’t worry, we’ve all been there,” Jessica assured her. “And one more thing…”

She picked up the discarded torn underwear, and handed it to Vanessa. “You earned it.”

The secretary kissed the boss as she slipped it into her dress;  Vanessa already had plans for it that evening.

* * * * * * * * *

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:16:53 AM

Another car was parked near the apartment building. It was fairly big, enough to hold a family of five – which is exactly what it was used for most days. But Navi Rawat didn’t have any of her children with her this morning; this was business.

Hoping that her three boys weren’t giving the sitter any problems, she hefted the case she had with her and moved as casually as she could to the entrance – it wasn’t the most populous part of San Francisco, but she couldn’t help thinking people were watching her. And no matter how many times Troian had assured her the place had more ants than people, she still felt a little self-conscious. What if there were cops hiding behind that burnt-out car ready to spring out the second she knocked…?

She mentally slapped herself. This wasn’t “Numb3rs” or some crap cop show like that, this was real life – and in real life the cops weren’t always in the right place at the right time. The lovely EMT knocked three times, paused and then knocked a further four.

A few moments later, the door opened; it wasn’t flung aside but opened to give Navi just enough space to slip into the hideout. As Shay Mitchell shut it behind her, she smiled in relief at the newcomer.

“Sorry we had to do the secret knock thing,” Shay told her.

“You’ve got to be careful, I know,” Navi replied. “How are you all bearing up?”

“Bad,” the escapee admitted as they entered the apartment. “We’re trying not to lose it over Megan and Emma, but…”

“So you’re the famous Navi,” Roselyn smiled on seeing the woman.

“I see Hayden’s been spreading the word,” the EMT said as she took in Roselyn’s bullet wound, unsurprised to see that Miss Panettiere wasn’t in the room. The wound had been widened a little thanks to Roselyn’s self-cauterization and digging out of the bullet on arrival at the hideout, but the only alternative had been to leave it in there until they could have gotten some kind of professional help.

“Brought some more painkillers,” Navi continued, cleaning out the jagged hole in Roselyn’s arm. “And sutures.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:17:55 AM

“Is it all right if I leave the room?” asked Blake. “That always grosses me out.”

“You could just look away,” Olivia pointed out. “That’s what I always do.”

“You’ll have to – you’re next,” Navi replied, getting the sterilized needle threaded and ready. “Want a little local anesthetic first, Miss Sanchez?”

“Call me Roselyn, and yes. Definitely,” the leader admitted.

Both Blake and Shay kept their eyes elsewhere as Navi sewed up Roselyn’s arm – she wasn’t exactly Florence Nightingale, but it would do the job provided Roselyn didn’t do anything particularly stupid over the next few days. “Sorry I’m all out of lollipops… maybe next time?” she added, tying it off.

“Lemon, please,” Roselyn smiled.

“And now let’s take care of your friend,” Navi continued briskly as Olivia dispensed with her dress – Troian and JoAnna had brought each of them one change of costume to give them a break from their prison duds. Under normal circumstances, getting a chance to see Olivia’s long legs would have been a treat, but these weren’t normal circumstances; she’d taken a bullet in the upper thigh, and digging it out of her had not been fun – the woman had wailed while Roselyn removed it and the others held on to her as she thrashed around. Olivia had begged them to leave it until they could see a doctor, but Roselyn had told her the longer they left it in the worse it would be; Olivia had snapped that it was HER leg, not theirs, but she was overruled. And sweary.

Now Olivia lay back down, aware that some of them were probably envious of her right now – even under these circumstances, having a foxy dusky woman between their legs wasn’t something to sneeze at. As Navi gently wiped the gaping wound on the inside of the patient’s leg, Olivia could tell she was paying entirely too much attention to the job; while a good thing, it was almost as if she didn’t dare look up… like if she did, she might like what she saw outlined through Olivia’s panties.

“You can look up,” Olivia assured her. “It won’t bite, and I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” the EMT replied, as she finished disinfecting her. “I already sowed my woman-to-woman oats… I’ve got a good man and three kids, and I don’t cheat.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:22:21 AM

Olivia could see where Navi was coming from, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy feeling her fingers touching the flesh before she began to close up the wound. It wasn’t as big as Roselyn’s but it still had to be stitched (not Olivia’s idea of fun, because she liked needles the way Elton John liked girls). Clenching her teeth, she tried to imagine Navi’s fingers moving up her legs for reasons not involving needles…

“Maybe I could drop by for a drink or something when this is all over?” she suggested airily, or as airily as she could with the needle pulling the surgical thread through her skin.

“No can do,” said Navi. “If Leon ever finds out he’d ask a whole bunch of questions. Hang on, it’s almost done…”

She tied the suture off and cut the needle away. “Hayden still swear a lot when I’m mentioned?”

“She’s quietened down now,” Roselyn replied.

“She asleep? Probably the only way I’d get to check her arm,” Navi reflected.

“The bandages and painkillers seem to work just fine for her,” said Olivia.

“But she’s resting now,” Blake added. “It’s best to just leave her.”

“All right,” Navi sighed. “I just wish she’d let it go though… now as long as Olivia and Roselyn don’t do anything rough, it should be fine.”

“No chance of us running around the place soon,” Olivia lied.

As long as Megan and Emma were in Rhona’s care, there was every chance of it.

* * * * * * * * *

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:28:43 AM

Hayden was on her bed, but she wasn’t asleep.

She’d heard Navi come in and talk to the others while she was doing her thing. Part of her knew that Navi didn’t have any bad feelings towards her, but part of her just couldn’t get past… the past. The blonde’s body was screaming to let the EMT check her arm, but her mind would not let her do it.

She just had to grin and bear it – it wasn’t gangrenous or anything like that, it was just a weakened arm. And she didn’t need both arms to deal with Ashley Benson, no sir.

Hayden clenched her good hand and punched the mattress.

* * * * * * * * * *

“The family of Scarlett Johansson, one of the two guards hospitalized in the wake of the Remy Hadley breakout, have offered a reward of $50,000 for information leading to the capture of the seven escaped convicts,” Ashley Benson told Channel 7 viewers. “This comes not long after the family of head guard Cate Blanchett, who was shot during the escape, placed a bounty for the same amount. Johansson and Blanchett’s conditions remain critical.”

Scarlett and Cate’s faces accompanied Ashley’s voice as Victor Thomas, watching at home, kept a hand on the remote control. This wasn’t a euphemism; he was waiting for the report to end so he could switch the channel – which he wouldn’t have done if Hayden Panettiere was still working there.

“Just what *is* causing money to vanish all over the City by the Bay? Our look at the cash crisis hitting bank customers - hopefully not including you,” Ashley said with a little professionally reassuring smile, “after the break.”

“Not including YOU, you mean,” Victor muttered, bringing up Channel 5. He didn’t believe for a second Ashley was concerned about anything but her own welfare – or that Hayden had really been the San Francisco Eight’s lookout. Maybe it was because he was biased, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if Ashley had had something to do with it; he’d never liked her the way he liked Hayden. And he knew he’d never have a chance with her even if his girlfriend hadn’t been the one to tell her Hayden liked girls.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:37:01 AM

Luckily, Kate Mara was the kind of girlfriend who was understanding about her guy’s fantasies. Equally luckily, she didn’t care for Ashley Benson any more than he did; personality and ego of Asia proportions aside, Kate had had it in for Ashley ever since she’d gotten her friend Katy fired. The woman had never really bounced back from losing her job – she had disappeared some time later, and no one seemed to know where she was. Kate and Victor still hoped Katy Bailey hadn’t done something terrible to herself, but the longer she was gone the more likely it was. And it was all Ashley’s fault, and she didn’t care…

As Channel 5’s news began after the break, Victor forced himself to stop thinking about Ashley and cheer himself up – to start to think about Hayden. And Kate.

Or Hayden AND Kate.

Had anyone been in the room with him and spotted what was happening in his jeans, they would see that this was having the desired effect.

* * * * * * * * * *

Emma Roberts didn’t know anything.

She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious after that little run-in at the hospital, she didn’t know where Megan was, and right down she didn’t know where SHE was. Oh, it wasn’t like they were in the hands of the cops unless they’d gotten one hell of an upgrade; the surroundings weren’t bad – she was in a room that was way bigger than the one she had in the hideout, and the bed she was on was a lot more comfortable. Even if she had been handcuffed to the head of it while out cold.

Coughing as she glanced at the table on the side of the bed, Emma spotted a variety of pills, a bottle of water, two boxes of Kleenex and some cartons of orange juice. She let herself crack a half-smile; whoever had them wherever they were, they obviously needed them intact for the moment. She could have used something now, but these stupid hands…

How about that. The door on the other side of the expanse that was her room opened, ushering in the kind of nurse Emma had always wanted – a beautiful green-eyed blonde with a cheerful look on her face. Only the excess of clothes got in the way of her being the healthcare provider of her dreams.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:42:41 AM

Luckily, Kate Mara was the kind of girlfriend who was understanding about her guy’s fantasies. Equally luckily, she didn’t care for Ashley Benson any more than he did; personality and ego of Asia proportions aside, Kate had had it in for Ashley ever since she’d gotten her friend Katy fired. The woman had never really bounced back from losing her job – she had disappeared some time later, and no one seemed to know where she was. Kate and Victor still hoped Katy Bailey hadn’t done something terrible to herself, but the longer she was gone the more likely it was. And it was all Ashley’s fault, and she didn’t care…

As Channel 5’s news began after the break, Victor forced himself to stop thinking about Ashley and cheer himself up – to start to think about Hayden. And Kate.

Or Hayden AND Kate.

Had anyone been in the room with him and spotted what was happening in his jeans, they would see that this was having the desired effect.

* * * * * * * * * *

Emma Roberts didn’t know anything.

She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious after that little run-in at the hospital, she didn’t know where Megan was, and right down she didn’t know where SHE was. Oh, it wasn’t like they were in the hands of the cops unless they’d gotten one hell of an upgrade; the surroundings weren’t bad – she was in a room that was way bigger than the one she had in the hideout, and the bed she was on was a lot more comfortable. Even if she had been handcuffed to the head of it while out cold.

Coughing as she glanced at the table on the side of the bed, Emma spotted a variety of pills, a bottle of water, two boxes of Kleenex and some cartons of orange juice. She let herself crack a half-smile; whoever had them wherever they were, they obviously needed them intact for the moment. She could have used something now, but these stupid hands…

How about that. The door on the other side of the expanse that was her room opened, ushering in the kind of nurse Emma had always wanted – a beautiful green-eyed blonde with a cheerful look on her face. Only the excess of clothes got in the way of her being the healthcare provider of her dreams.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:43:45 AM

Her mind was foggy, and she had some aches she couldn’t quite explain. Neither of those were particularly unusual, either, except this wasn’t a hangover, and she didn’t think she’d gotten laid last night.

Last night? Had a whole night past already? She couldn’t quite…

The hospital! Emma! Memory came flooding back to Megan, and she sprung up, nearly leaping off the bed until her arm yanked her back on it, thanks to the handcuffs. She swore, mostly because now her shoulder ached, and turned to face the headboard, looking around to see if she could spot a key.

“You won’t find one,” a voice said. Megan turned around, making no effort to cover her nudity - someone had chained her up completely naked, they’d seen everything she had to offer. No reason to be modest now. The voice belonged to a lovely brown haired woman clad in a classic French maid’s outfit, complete with white frill and fishnet stockings. She stood by a door Megan hadn’t spotted earlier, and carried a tray with what looked like a tea set upon it.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Hannah Davis,” the woman said, approaching. “And I’m afraid you’re going to be cuffed to that bed for a while.”

“Rhona doesn’t want me going anywhere, huh?” Megan asked, having already guessed who grabbed her and Emma. “What about my friend?”

“She’s okay, I just got done looking in on her earlier. Her injuries and illness are being looked at.”

“Awfully kind of Rhona,” Megan said.

“Mistress Mitra is prone to kindness,” Hannah said. “Tea?”

“Sure, fine, whatever,” Megan said, turning around to sit as comfortably as she could on the bed with her arm still stuck. Hannah came and poured a cup right in front of Megan, and the erstwhile car thief took a tentative sip. “Is that mint?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:45:36 AM

“Just a bit, yes,” Hannah said. “I find it helps me wake up.”

Megan just sipped it quietly for a minute. Finally, she had to ask. “So, when do I see Rhona?”

“I don’t know,” Hannah said.

“Because she’s not keeping me alive, chained to a bed all naked and rape-ready for nothing.”

“I don’t know,” Hannah said again.

“If she was going to kill me, she’d have done it already, so I assume she wants something from me.”

“That seems reasonable, ma’am,” Hannah said.

“Don’t call me ma’am, I steal for a living,” Megan said.

“What would you like me to call you?”

“Megan works.”

“Well then, Megan, would you care for a sponge bath?”

“Sponge bath?” Megan asked.

“Yes, Megan,” Hannah said. “Mistress Mitra prefers her guests be as comfortable as possible, even when here against their will. I’m not allowed to uncuff you, but I can help you clean up.”

Megan gave Hannah a once-over. She was quite attractive. “Do I get to give you one in return?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:46:53 AM

Hannah smiled at her. “Perhaps later. I’m told to have you ready sooner rather than later.”

“I can do quickies,” Megan offered, even as Hannah put the tea set aside and stood up.

“I don’t,” Hannah said, turning to give Megan a sultry look. “I prefer my lovemaking to be long and powerful. I’ve spent HOURS going down on a woman before, and I’ve made men wear off their Viagra before I’ve been satisfied with them.”

Megan had to swallow hard all of a sudden, and she was uncomfortably warm between her legs.

“I’ll go get the water for your bath.”

“Okay,” Megan said, her voice barely a whisper. Hannah disappeared out the door, and for a long moment, Megan could do nothing but imagine Hannah’s head between her legs, licking away for hours and hours. She had to shake her head to break the imagery, because a moment later Hannah returned with a bucket of warm water and a couple of washcloths.

“You sure you don’t want to get undressed? I’d hate for you to get that outfit all wet,” Megan said as Hannah sat down on the bed next to her.

“Tempting, but I have my orders,” Hannah said, wetting a cloth and running it down Megan’s arm. The warm water felt good, and for a few minutes, Megan laid off trying to get into Hannah’s panties and let the other girl clean her. But as Hannah got around to washing her breasts, Megan could help but try again.

“Mmmm, you’re so gentle. How can I thank you-”

“You can thank her, Megan, by shutting up and taking it like a champ,” a smarmy British voice said from the door. Megan turned to look and felt her gut tighten. Standing there in the doorway, holding a long pink, flexible dildo, was Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.

“Rosie!” Megan said, surprised. “W-what are you-”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:54:36 AM

“Rhona sent me to… question you,” Rosie said, sauntering into the room. She wore a flowery summer dress and giant sunglasses that she took off and left on the bedside table. The look in her eye was hungry, and Megan knew she was in for trouble - trouble she might not survive.

“Rosie, please, there’s gotta-”

“Hush, luv,” Rosie said, putting a finger on Megan’s lips. “There’s no talking me out of this.” She glanced at Hannah. “Make sure you wash her crotch thoroughly. I like my toys clean before I dirty them up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hannah said, moving to start washing between Megan’s legs.

“You look lovely, Megan. Scrapes and bruises aside, the time in prison hasn’t done you any harm.”

“Rosie, please, can’t we just talk?” Megan asked. She’d slept with Rosie before, knew the kinds of things that got Rhona Mitra’s girlfriend off. She also knew how deadly the waif-ish girl could be. Despite her prim and proper demeanor, Rosie could be even deadlier than Jamie Pressly.

“Oh, I do so hate a chatty bird in bed, Megs,” Rosie said, reaching over to gently tweak one of Megan’s nipples. “I think maybe I’ll just fuck the answers I need out of you.” With that, she undid the belt around her waist, and her dress fell open. Rosie hadn’t bothered with underwear of any kind, and as the dress hit the floor, she was naked save for her shoes, which she kicked off in good measure. Still holding the large dildo, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled Megan.

“Please, Rosie-” Megan tried one last time, but Rosie silenced her with a kiss - and a pinch on the nipple.

“Tut-tut, luv. I’m going to ask you questions, you’re going to answer. Answer correctly, and I please you. Refuse to answer, and I use you to please me. Lie to me… well, I’ll still enjoy it, but you most certainly won’t.”

And with that, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley sank three fingers into Megan Fox’s snatch, and the interrogation began.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:55:36 AM

“Why did you leave Grace and Jaime behind?” Rosie demanded, sliding her fingers in and out rapidly, forcefully fucking the car thief.

“Ugh! Ah! Grace betrayed us!” Megan called out. “She was working for Rhona!”

Rosie slapped Megan across the face. Hard. “And Jaime?”

“She was a homicidal BITCH,” Megan snapped back. “Your type of girl.”

That earned Megan another slap. A hard one. But at the same time, Rosie pushed the dildo in and twisted it, eliciting a wave of pleasure inside Megan’s hungry pussy.

“Besides Emma, are any of the others sick?” Rosie asked, her voice a husky whisper in Megan’s ear.

“Roselyn’s got laryngitis, Blake found some poison ivy, and we’re pretty sure Hayden’s suffering from a nasty case of erectile dysfunc-” The slap this time was hard enough to make the corner of Megan’s mouth bleed.

“No lying,” Rosie said, reaching down and pinching Megan’s clit. Hard.

“OUCH!” Megan cried out. Rosie didn’t seem to care.

“Now shall we try this again, or am I really going to have to hurt you?” the Englishwoman asked.

* * * * * * * * * *

Tammin Sursok had a surprise waiting for her when she got home – the smell of food cooking.

Some nights she made herself something, but more often she settled for takeout or for ringing up Papa John’s or whoever; and here was her apartment filled with the smell of fettuccine with chicken, accompanied by singing from chef Victoria Justice.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 09:56:17 AM

“How’s my hard-working woman?” Victoria asked cheerfully on seeing Tammin.

“Surprised,” the agent replied. “And grateful – you didn’t have to do that.”

“It was my turn, and I didn’t want to hang around the place doing nothing,” said Victoria, kissing her.

“I’m warning you, I make Popeye’s seem like Wolfgang Puck,” Tammin laughed as she headed off to change.

Once she’d donned shorts and a T-shirt (and did a little bit of a wash), she returned to be greeted by the sight of the table set with glasses, lemonade and two plates laden with yumminess. Victoria was seated, looking up at Tammin as if she couldn’t wait to dig in; but the FBI agent part of her saw a little hesitancy in her eyes, as if there was something bothering her.

“Dig in,” she said amiably.

“That’s what it’s there for…” Tammin’s mouth was filled with food in a second, and her face lit up. She gave Victoria the thumbs-up as she munched.

“So any more trouble at work?” Victoria asked as she began to eat.

“No more than usual; no closer to cleaning up the streets of San Francisco than we were yesterday. Any problems?”

“The guy who lives below me keeps playing his music too loud but other than that…”

Victoria’s voice tailed off, as Tammin saw the hesitancy again. Immediately she knew there was something on the young woman’s mind that went beyond loud neighbours, but she also knew that turning on the hard-edged investigator was the wrong approach. And really, how bad could it be?

“Spit it out, Victoria,” Tammin said gently.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:01:03 AM

“There’s nothing wrong-“

“There is. You can tell me – I won’t get mad.”

“All right,” said the black-haired lass. “I was on your computer today…”

“And you were looking for porn, right?” Tammin asked sympathetically. “I’m not gonna throw you out for that – done it myself more times than I can count.”

“Almost wish it was porn.” Victoria hesitated again before she decided to just come out with it.

“Why are you checking up on my old boss? Is it because of Vorderman?”

Tammin almost choked on her fettuccine. There was only one Vorderman she could think of – Carol Vorderman, one of the biggest drug dealers in San Francisco, if not the entire state. And here was this cutie asking if her boss was involved… she swallowed her food, getting a grip on herself.

“Who exactly was your boss, Victoria?”

“Her name’s Rhona Mitra,” the ex-stripper replied. “I was going to play some Candy Crush and I saw you had a folder with her last name on it…”

“So you used to work for her?” asked the agent, trying to keep herself in check.

“Yeah. She had me join in with Vorderman for one of her threeways. Wasn’t the first time either. Didn’t want to especially after I saw them-“ Victoria stopped.

“Saw them doing what? Relax, the place isn’t bugged.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:13:42 AM

“I know, but…” Victoria waved a hand around uneasily. “I’m kind of scared.”

“Of who? Me?” asked Tammin.

“Of Rhona,” said the lass. “I think she’s doing some stuff on the side. More than that folder had.”

Tammin normally wasn’t fond of people going through her computer stuff, but this was an exception to the rule. “Like what stuff?” she asked gently, cloaking the FBI side of her in all the velvet she could muster.

“Well, business wasn’t that great even before you guys showed up,” Victoria replied. “But we always got paid in full and on time, week in week out.”

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“I know, and it’s not like I want to have someone come and say ‘Sorry, it’ll be a little late this week,’ but I keep expecting that to happen. Never did, not even when we had days when no one was watching us but the roaches. I think some of the customers we had to… um… entertain after hours had something to do with it.”

“Go on,” Tammin said gently, forgetting all about the food as she leant in closer to Victoria.

* * * * * * * * * *

This had turned out to be one of the best nights of Billy Kruger’s life; he’d done that little favour for Megan because he still had warm feelings for her… rack. And once he’d delivered to that sexy Ashley Benson, it was time for him to meet up with another blonde to get what was coming to him… the money, of course, all in cash.

The delivery was something extra; an English blonde with bee-stung lips and great legs, small boobs but screw it. Never one to resist an opportunity, Billy had invited her in for a drink… or two… or five.  Then he forgot all about drinks in favour of fondling Rosie Huntington-Whiteley’s heart-shaped ass (no panties had she on, making it even better), while she kissed his face and neck as if she inexplicably hadn’t gotten any for a while.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:14:27 AM

Rosie’s fingers had slithered down to his crotch while she asked him how badly he wanted her.

“Bad,” he’d admitted.

“How bad?” Rosie had asked. “Bad enough for me to do anything to you?”

“Yeah,” Billy had replied.

The “anything” had proven to be Rosie tying him up with leather thongs practically the moment they had arrived at “her” place (“I forgot to bring my goodies with me,” she’d explained) – for someone with arms like twigs this girl was way strong, and he surprised himself by being afraid to move for fear the leather would cut into him.

“Now, how does this sound?” Rosie had asked, standing over his naked body while she was still fully-dressed and dangling a cane. “You keep quiet while I tickle you with this and I pull off a piece of this,” she’d added, indicating her clothes.

Rosie’s tickling had been around his genitals, and had been more like whipping; it was a testament to how smoking hot she was that he’d let his package take everything she dished out. True to her word, she’d taken off one piece of clothing for every strike that was followed by silence, and the more of her lithe form on display the more Billy was determined to be quiet. Finally the slim blonde was naked above him, allowing him a look at her shaven snatch open over his face and distracting him from his throbbing-in-a-bad-way penis.

“Good boy,” she’d said with a smile. “You’ve earned this.”

Billy’s aching package was soon being salved by Rosie’s hungry mouth; she was so good, it was as if the punishment had never happened. He’d gotten some good ones from Megan for sure, but Rosie was the best, plus her fingers were sliding up his chest. Still tied up, he was looking forward to when she’d stop sucking and start riding… she could do anything she wanted to him, and even if he did have a choice he’d just let it happen.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:15:21 AM

Rosie’s practised hands moved over his upper body and the thongs around it, looking for one particular one that was a bit looser than the others; one that was draped around his throat. As she sucked harder, listening to his gurgles of delight and feeling his body starting to jerk under him while the spunk shot into her mouth, she found that particular one and pulled it tighter…

“Whoops,” the blonde giggled as she licked the late Billy’s cum from her lips. “Should’ve given you the danger word.”

Yep, this had been one of the best nights of Billy Kruger’s life – she liked it when they went out on a high.

* * * * * * * * * *

It wasn’t just JoAnna’s personal life that was better six months later; she’d been taken off the front lines at SFUB. Goodbye dealing with customers of varying mental agility, hello working behind the scenes in an actual office higher up the food chain. Yes, things were going just fine for JoAnna Garcia.

“No, no, no, no NO!!!” JoAnna frantically tapped on her keyboard, grinding her teeth in frustration. “C’mon, not NOW…”

“Would it kill them to upgrade us to stuff actually made this century?” her colleague Jennifer Finnigan asked.

“If they did, Resources wouldn’t have a job,” JoAnna replied, picking up her desk phone and dialling a number. “Hope they won’t keep me waiting for hours this time.”

“You should live so long,” the blonde laughed as JoAnna waited for the other side to answer.

“Oh, hi! It’s JoAnna Garcia up in customer services; my PC’s playing up real bad this time… Yeah, that again…”

* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:17:48 AM

“How’s it going apart from that?” said the woman from Resources. “Mmm-hmmm… got the message. We’ll have someone up in about half an hour… We’re really busy here, half an hour’s the best we can do… All right, all right, thanks.”

“She knows who you are,” Shay Mitchell told Roselyn Sanchez as “the woman from Resources” hung up. “Why not just say any old thing?”

“Method acting?” Roselyn chuckled, as she dialled another number.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Chastain liked nothing better in the mornings than to be relaxing with a good book – something to do with the arts, preferably. The toothy but strangely sexy redhead sat back on her hammock, enjoying all the wonderful Gallic artwork on display and taking her time turning the pages; this kind of thing could not be rushed.

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” Jessica sighed, running an index finger over the naked French rugby player, one of a whole variety of fit Frenchmen in their birthday suits that the photobook had nothing but. If there was one complaint she had, it was that some of them had their packages hidden – but then again, size queen Jessica Chastain knew from experience that big guys didn’t always have big… well, you know. And it was only SOME of them.

Turning the page, her lovely mouth gaped to see that the gentleman over the next two pages wasn’t shy at all – no wonder he needed two pages.

“Vive la France,” she whispered, and lowered her lips to kiss the rod on display – as the phone rang.

“I’ll be back,” Jessica told the picture, and rolled off the hammock to get the phone.

“Howdy!”

“Is that the help?” Roselyn Sanchez asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:19:56 AM

“Ready, willing and able,” Jessica replied, almost forgetting about naked French sportsmen – this spy stuff with all the code phrases was fun.  “So JoJo’s all set?”

“Yeah, but don’t go racing there right now; JoAnna said it’ll look more convincing if you keep her waiting a while, like you really work at Resources.”

“Sounds like a plan – 20 minutes before I leave should do it. I’ve got something I want to do anyway.”

“Right. Oh, and Jessica…?” Roselyn asked.

“Shoot,” Jessica said.

“My girls and I all want to lick up your legs.”

“Thanks,” replied the redhead, looking at said legs. “You might just get your chance… call back when it’s done. Later!”

Hanging up the phone, Jessica took another look at her legs in the mirror – and at everything else in the mirror, since she wasn’t wearing anything. These tech people didn’t pride themselves on their appearance so she wouldn’t have to take too long to get dressed, but first things first… her eyes went back to the book. And what a book it was – she’d never bothered to learn any language but English, but if ever pictures were worth thousands of words these were.

As the redhead started to turn the pages again, she imagined herself in whatever the French term for “locker room” was, standing there in her birthday suit ready to welcome the conquering heroes after they’d thrashed their opponents – several gleaming, sweaty men looking for their reward. In fact she could see those muscular gods streaming into the room and peeling their uniforms off, a few of them pairing off with each other… well, these were Frenchmen, and it was to be expected that some of them would be too interested in each other to care about what she had, but there would still be more than enough for her. And the men who liked men were the least attractive ones there by far (it was her fantasy, they were her rules).

“Hey guys,” Jessica said without bothering to try and put on an accent, “ready to celebrate?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:20:22 AM

The next instant Jessica Chastain was being swamped by a mass of horny Gallic rugby players – there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t being pawed by somebody. She was proud of her large mouth and its ability to take in two members as huge as the ones that were thrust into it; as she began to suck eagerly, she felt a whole army of tongues and hands all over her porcelain body. Rack, legs, rump, you name it someone was lavishing himself on it; all these men trying their damnedest to empty themselves inside her. Never mind the four guys off to themselves (Jessica Chastain was a fair-minded woman, who believed gay men deserved to have their fun), this was all she needed to use up the 20 or so minutes until she had to get to the Union Bank.

She could have read something of course, but what was the fun in that?

* * * * * * * * * *

“BJ, get this. BJ, get that,” Tammin Sursok muttered as she pulled her car out of the San Fran FBI parking lot. She’d been a full field agent for too long to still be doing coffee runs and picking up Jessica Biel’s dry cleaning. Especially since Biel had a sexy little new secretary who could  be doing these menial tasks instead.

Of course, it was probably because that Vanessa Hudgens was so sexy that Jessica had dry cleaning in the first place.

Well, Tammin couldn’t complain too much, could she? She had a smoking hot girlfriend of her own now, a legitimate former stripper with the killer body to go with it. Heck, if any of Tammin’s clothes were worth all that much, she’d probably have increased dry cleaning bills, too. Which reminded her, she needed new underwear - Victoria was a little too quick on the ripping them off action. It was sexy as hell and the first time Tammin had nearly creamed herself right then and there, but now it was getting expensive. Cheaper thongs were required, she guessed.

Though that brought up another thought - Victoria. All alone back in the apartment, probably bored. Lounging about in those little cut-off jean shorts of hers that were so small, the pockets hung below the frayed leggings that barely covered her ass. All alone and horny, counting the seconds until Tammin got home and ravished her but good.

Tammin checked her GPS - her apartment was just a little too far away to swing by and  claim the delay was traffic related. Maybe there was some sort of hold up at the dry cleaners…

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:24:21 AM

* * * * * * * * * *

“Have no fear, Resources is here!”

“Better late than never,” JoAnna said with a convincing mix of relief and miffedness as Jessica Chastain strolled into the office.

“Got to admit I’m surprised we don’t get called out here more often,” the newcomer continued. “All those people getting their money taken out…”

“Tell me about it,” Jennifer said. “I’m checking my own account like every hour just to be sure.”

“How long is this going to take?” asked JoAnna.

“With this prehistoric thing, who knows?” the other redhead replied.

“I got something I have to talk to Hart about anyway… treat him nice,” JoAnna said, catching herself before she finished that sentence with “Jessica” and tipped off Jennifer that she knew who this woman from Resources who she shouldn’t have met before was.

“You name your machines? How sweet,” Jessica smiled as she took JoAnna’s chair.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kat Dennings sat at her desk, waiting for her FBI computer to run through another program to find out how these hackers were draining everyone’s funds without notice. She was beyond the programming stage and was literally waiting while her under-powered system checked nearly a million transactions over the last 3 days. If she had access to some of the super-crays they had in DC, she’d be done already, but the FBI had other fish to fry and a long line of nerds hoping the super computers could solve their crimes.
So Kat sat at her desk, idly playing with a couple of action figures while she waited.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:25:39 AM

“’Oh, Sif, thank you for saving me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.’”

“’Tis’ nothing, Jane Foster. I swore an oath to Thor that I would protect you, and that I shall.’”

“’I feel totally safe in your arms, Sif. Safer even than when I with Thor.’”

“’A woman as smart as you is a precious thing, Jane Foster. Thor is a lucky man.’”

“’A lucky man who doesn’t know how to treat a woman right.’”

“’Nonsense! He’s never been anything but honorable to you!’”

“’But sometimes a woman needs more than just honor. Sometimes, a woman needs love.’”

“’I could love you, Jane Foster. That is, as a woman loves another woman.’”

“’Oh, Sif! Please! Take me Sif! Take me and make me your woman!’”

Kat was just starting to press the two action figures together for a kiss when her computer beeped.

“Damnit,” she grumbled, putting down her toys and picking up her phone. She dialed Jessica Biel, who was waiting for these results. Surprisingly, it took a moment for the local FBI field director to pick up.

“Biel,” Jessica answered, out of breath.

“Latest round of hacks didn’t work, either, boss,” Kat reported. Biel moaned quietly at that. “I can try again, but it took three days just to come up with that series, and anything new will take longer.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:26:56 AM

“W-we can’t wait that l-l-long,” Jessica stammered, her breath still ragged.

“Are you okay, Boss?”

“Oh I’m good. I’m so, so, SO good,” Jessica said. “Do you have any other ideas?”

“I could run bank-by-bank, look into various irregularities or odd deposits or anything.”

“I’ve already got a team of junior agents doing that. They’ve got nothing so far.”

“Yeah, but they’re looking at the actual money involved, right? I’d be looking at the computer systems at the time of the irregularities and seeing if something might have changed.”

“Oh fuck,” Jessica hissed. “O-okay, Kat. Do that. Right there. Oh yes, right there.”

“Boss?”

“I’ll send Vanessa over with the dates and info in ten minutes.” There was a long pause. “Make that fifteen.”

“Okay,” Kat said, hanging up. Suddenly, she knew that Vanessa had been between Jessica’s legs that entire time. Dejected, Kat rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She had nothing to do for fifteen minutes now. Probably longer. She was tempted to run to the bathroom and imagine Vanessa had been between her legs, but decided against it. Knowing her luck, Vanessa would walk into the bathroom just as Kat was calling out her name, and she’d get all upset like that Daniella Sarahyba girl had the last time Kat had dared to masturbate at work.

“I so need a girlfriend,” she grumbled, picking up her action figures. If she wasn’t going to get some, at least Sif and Jane Foster could…

* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:30:05 AM

Once the secretary let JoAnna through she knocked on the door of Mr. Hart’s office, mentally telling herself that she could do this and praying that she hadn’t been misreading him all this time. Part of her almost hoped she had – he really was not her type, or possibly anybody’s (wife notwithstanding).

“C’mon in.”

Well, he sounded cheerful – that was a start. JoAnna entered, smile at the ready.

“Ummm, Mr. Hart…”

“So, what can I do for you?” the man asked, smiling back at her and demonstrating the kind of teeth normally associated with stereotyped Brits.

Suggestions involving dentists and Ultra-Brite rushed to the forefront of JoAnna’s mind, but she beat them back to widen her own smile as she walked towards him. “Actually, it’s more like what I can do for YOU,” she replied, lowering her voice in what Jason regarded as a sexy manner.

“Come again?” Mr. Hart asked, the expression in his eyes suggesting he had an idea what she was talking about.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” JoAnna continued. “You don’t do that to the other ones, except for that intern who got fired.”

“Well, she was pretty useless,” the boss admitted. “Beautiful, but useless…”

“And I haven’t forgotten the time you touched my behind,” the redhead added.

“That was an accident… you’re not going to sue, are you?” Mr. Hart swallowed. He could see it all – JoAnna leading him on, teasing him and then springing the lawyers on him…

“It was an accident, yes. But…” JoAnna winked. “But I wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:30:29 AM

There went his eyes, straight down. She knew they were checking out her legs, and she didn’t mind for once. Good thing she was wearing something that covered up her chest, or he’d have gone roaming her body even more than he was now.

“Miss Garcia…”

“Call me JoAnna. Or Jojo,”  she said.

“JoAnna… um, it’s very flattering, but…” Mr. Hart forced himself not to try and imagine JoAnna’s breasts under her top. “You’re in a relationship, and I’m a married man.”

“Yes, but I haven’t really been getting much out of it lately. Not the way I’d like,” JoAnna replied, sitting on the edge of his desk and casually crossing her legs, giving him some more upper thigh to check out. “And as for you… well, I’ve seen Mrs. Hart.”

Even though Mr. Hart wasn’t about to divorce his wife, he had to admit she did have a point; it had been a long time since they’d had sex without his summoning up somebody more attractive… somebody ACTUALLY attractive… to get him through it.

“Maybe we could both get what we want?” JoAnna asked, smiling coyly.

Mr. Hart pressed the button on his desk that automatically locked the office door, and returned the smile.

* * * * * * * * * *

Victoria wasn’t wearing those shorts Tammin loved. No, the young stripper wasn’t wearing any pants at all, and has lounging about the room in nothing but a bathrobe, her shapely legs up on the couch as she watched trashy daytime TV while eating a bowl of ice cream.

“Hey! You’re home early,” Victoria said with a bright smile as Tammin stepped in and ran her eyes over the younger girl.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:32:02 AM

“I’m just stopping in, but I have to have you.” Tammin stepped in, shucking her own pants without even closing the door behind her. Victoria’s eyes went wide, but she had just enough time to undo the sash on her robe before Tammin fell atop her, hungrily mauling the younger girl’s tits.

“Oh, TAMMIN!” Victoria cried out.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Chastain had one eye on the screen she was checking and the other on the rest of the area, the better to bring up the window she was supposed to have open – the one showing all the programmes on JoAnna’s PC – the second anyone got within hovering distance. Even though JoAnna was in a cubicle of her own, and even though Operation Distraction was in full effect, you couldn’t be too careful.

What she was doing now was going back in time, about seven or eight months. Specifically, to the day of the big robbery; JoAnna had told her what Roselyn passed on about the little present Rhona had given her to put into the system, and it was her job to find out just what that little present was. Whatever it was, it can’t have been a standard virus or it would have been noticed by the safeguards in place at the time. Meaning Rhona had some damn good computer people in her corner, other than the Asian babe they’d left behind obviously.

“You really need to upgrade these things, people,” Jessica muttered as the search through the files took longer than it really should have. If she had time, she could debug it for JoAnna – the least she could do given what she was up to now.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Ugh, I can’t stand it,” Kat grumbled. Where the hell was Vanessa with that information? How long did it take Jessica to screw her secretary, anyway? Giving up, Kat pulled open her own access to the various banking systems in town and made sure she could access any of them she wanted. That took a couple of minutes, but getting there just made Kat all the more impatient.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Every time she stopped, she imagined Vanessa’s sexy little head in Jessica’s lap, and her own long span between lays seemed even longer. If those two were too busy tossing each other’s salad, Kat would just have to start without the information.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:34:51 AM

All she needed was a date and a bank to start with. Some odd event to look into.

Well, there hadn’t been any odder event than the whole SF8 robbery, and that was definitely before these hacks started. Seemed like as good a place to being as any.
With a few key strokes, Kat Dennings started to look back into the San Fran Union Bank’s records.

* * * * * * * * * *

“It’s too bad we’re at work now,” Mr. Hart told JoAnna with regret as he folded her into his arms. “We could go a lot farther if I didn’t have to worry about people seeing you walking funny.”

Thank goodness for small favours. JoAnna summoned up enough acting ability to convey a bit of sorrow as she traced a finger down his extremely well-padded front. “We can still have some fun though, right, Mr. Hart?” she asked, kissing his neck and unzipping his trousers.

“Call me Monty,” said Mr. Hart, returning the kiss.

JoAnna was distracted from his garlic breath by what she was holding – one drunken girls’ night out Jennifer had complained that it was always the cute guys who had cocks the size of needles and the gross ones who were hauling around rolling pins in their pants. Of course, the law of averages demanded there be exceptions, but Montgomery Hart wasn’t one of them; JoAnna didn’t have to pretend to be impressed by how hung he was.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Why couldn’t Lois be like that?” Mr. Hart replied, sounding pleased. “She’s like ‘Yeah, you’ve got a penis, so what?’”

“You certainly do, Mr. Ha- Monty.”

“Before you start, I’d really love something else from you.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:35:36 AM

“Name it,” said JoAnna, kissing his stomach.

“Take off your clothes – I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to see you naked again…”

JoAnna almost told him she guaranteed he never would, but the longer she kept him occupied the more chance of his not going walkabout and seeing Jessica Chastain. As she rose and began to undress, she was just glad he wasn’t peeling them off; as each piece of clothing was removed she carefully placed it on a chair on the other side of the desk, happy to see his hands kept firmly away from his prick and noting with not a little pride that it was getting longer and harder the more of her body was revealed.

“Any complaints?” JoAnna asked, standing before her boss completely naked.

Mr. Hart answered that question by moving off the chair, kneeling down, gripping JoAnna’s soft buttocks and burying his face between her legs, tongue lapping at her box eagerly.

* * * * * * * * * *

Her pants and panties long gone, her shirt buttons opened up to reveal her tits, Tammin Sursok had absolutely no complaints about the orgasm Victoria Justice had just given her. Quite the opposite, in fact. She could’ve praised her lover until the sun went down.

Except she was already running late.

“I need to get going,” she lamented, sitting up.

Victoria smiled at her. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I could do so much more with just another five minutes”

“I’m already late…” Tammin protested weakly as Victoria eased a finger into the agent’s snatch.

“I’ll get coffee from the barista downstairs while you’re getting the dry cleaning,” Victoria offered as she withdrew her finger - and slid it up Tammin’s ass instead.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:36:28 AM

“Deal!” Tammin swooned.

* * * * * * * * * *

JoAnna had to admit that he knew his way around down there – he wasn’t going too fast or moving like he was nervous, it was just right. And she was liking how his hands felt on her ass as well; they weren’t as rough and sweaty as she had dreaded, and he wasn’t trying to poke a finger up her either (some women loved that, but JoAnna had always found that to be a bit of a distraction during the act). The guy was good… maybe a little too good. Stroking his bobbing head as he supped her snatch, JoAnna was afraid she might come sooner than she’d planned and that might be the end of it; feeling her cunt tingling, she realised she’d have to take her mind somewhere mentally to draw this out further.

“Oh, Jojo… I wish Lois tasted as good as you…” Mr. Hart sighed into her box.

JoAnna had seen his wife at the staff Christmas party; one of the cruder guys called her a stiffy killer, but that was doing the trick right now. She mentally pictured her grinning while riding her husband, the image battling the signals her ravished vagina were sending her. The boss’s mouth was too good to completely wipe out Lois, but it was delaying the effect. “Don’t stop, Monty…” she breathed, realising she was looking forward to returning the favour between his legs in a few minutes.

“Don’t want to,” he mumbled in between licks.

* * * * * * * * * *

It took a few minutes more than Kat had thought it would, but it wasn’t all that hard to get into the records for the SFUB on the day of the infamous heist. Kat couldn’t remember the exact time of day the heist happened, but she just began at the start of business and worked her way through slowly. There’d be a huge drop-off in transactions during the heist, and then there’d be nothing once the vault doors got blown off - that had cut the bank’s network connection rather thoroughly and what little was left was shut down immediately after the heist so the cops could look for evidence.

Just like she was doing now.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:37:34 AM

Kat cursed herself for not remembering exactly when the heist had happened. It’d been all over the news for six months, and was probably all over it again now that most of the girls had escaped prison.

Kat had just made it to noon when she suddenly realized something.

She wasn’t the only one looking at the SFUB records for that day.

“What the hell?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Chastain began scrolling through the system’s history, each date going further back as her eyes kept watch for anything out of the ordinary. So far everything looked work-related… no, no, no.

No… No… wait a minute.

“What have we here?” the redhead asked herself. There it was – a file with a name she hadn’t spotted before in amongst all the Union Bank paraphernalia… at 12:21 on the day of the SFUB heist, someone had added a file named “Dyson.” No mention of another file of that name before or since; it had just been uploaded onto the system and left there.
She clicked on that file, plugging a flashdrive into the side of the PC – she had a feeling she might want to check this one out off the premises, see if it had any kind of signature…

“You’ve got company,” a voice said quietly from the speakers.

Dammit. Someone else was checking the system. From outside the bank.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Dammit,” Jessica Biel snarled as she sat up from the floor, her naked body glistening with sweat and a little bit of girl cum. Beside her, Vanessa Hudgens didn’t move from where she lay, entwined in Jessica’s legs. “Where’s my secretary when I need her?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:38:32 AM

“Doing far more important work than answering your phone,” Vanessa said lazily, tracing a finger over Jessica’s sopping wet snatch.

Jessica ignored that and reached for her phone, practically knocking it off the desk. “Hello?”

“Boss! We got a major issue here!” Kat Dennings said.

“I’m sorry, Kat. Vanessa hasn’t left yet. She got tangled up in something.” That earned her clit a nice little stroke from one of Vanessa’s fingers.

“What? No, listen to me! Someone’s hacking the San Fran Union Bank RIGHT NOW! And they’re looking through the records for the same day the SF8 robbed the joint!”

“FUCK!” Jessica snarled, standing up so fast she knocked Vanessa over. “Where are they?”

“In the bank itself!” Kat reported. “And boss, whoever it is, they’re good. They’re VERY good.”

“Grace Park?” Jessica wondered as she slid into her skirt - she’d come commando today, expecting to have Vanessa work her over like this.

“She’s still in the ICU at Remy Hadley,” Kat said. “I checked.”

“All right, I’ll get SOMEONE over there right now. Keep a good eye on them, Kat. Good work.” Jessica hung up before Kat could say anything else. She had to get a team assembled and rushed over to the SFUB right away. But there was no way a tactical team could deploy in anything less than twenty minutes, and by then the hacker would probably be gone. She needed someone closer.

“You sent Tammin out for your dry cleaning, right?” Vanessa asked casually, not bothering to cover her nudity as Jessica raced about the room, re-dressing.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:41:16 AM

“Now’s not the time to worry about dry cleaning,” Jessica snapped. “I gotta find SOMEONE close enough to get to the bank.”

“The dry cleaner’s three blocks away from the SFUB, and only two from Tammin’s new apartment,” Vanessa said. “In case she stopped there.”

Jessica looked down at the naked girl, so casually telling her exactly what she needed to hear. “You’re gorgeous AND brilliant.”

“I accept bribes,” Vanessa said as Jessica raced out the door. “Both cash and sexual favors!”

* * * * * * * * * *

JoAnna was relieved that Montgomery Hart was only thinking with his cock right now  – the one that JoAnna had inside her mouth, swallowing his length and trying to take in the odd snatch of air from what little space she had left. She had a horrible feeling his whole body was hairy, and was thankful that her hands were only clutching his pants and sparing her proper contact with his legs. His satisfied grunts punctuated JoAnna’s mouth action, her tongue teasing his rod as its plump head rested at the back of her mouth, ready to send its juice down her throat. That was the part JoAnna wasn’t looking forward to; she knew from her times with Jason that what people ate could affect what came out, but at least with Jason she liked the taste. This here was uncharted territory, and the last thing she wanted was to have garlic-flavoured love cream inside her…

His hands clamped down on her shoulders as he kept groaning, prick starting to move in preparation for the stream to come out. JoAnna slurped his meat, hoping it wouldn’t taste too bad…

“Jojo… lemme out…”

JoAnna instantly pulled her mouth away from him, just in time to receive a faceful of his cream.

As it splattered her she licked a little of it off her lips… garlic, as ever. But at least the storm of come she was receiving would end soon – well, she hoped it would end soon as Mr. Hart took his rod in hand and started to pump it out, sending it flying all over her lovely naked body, decorating her nipples and stomach. A couple of drops even landed on her trimmed pussy (good thing bukkake couldn’t get anyone pregnant, JoAnna thought).

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:41:53 AM

The beatific look on the boss’s face suggested this was something else Lois didn’t like him doing. JoAnna opened her mouth wide and was rewarded with one last splat, landing right on the tongue – steeling herself, she swallowed it and beamed in return before rolling over.

“Got any left?” she asked as she presented her rump to the boss.

As Mr. Hart slapped his cock against her seat, she had a feeling she’d soon find out.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Okay, I REALLY have to go now,” Tammin said, actually standing up this time. Her ass was sore from Victoria’s rather aggressive fingering.

“Call in sick. We can fuck all afternoon,” Victoria offered.

“What would we do all night?”

“Make love instead?” Victoria offered.

Tammin groaned. It was SOOOO tempting, and all she was doing was menial stuff. She had enough sick leave accumulated…

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

“Sursok,” she answered, seeing it was from work.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:51:08 AM

“BJ, detour to the SFUB right now!” Jessica said without preamble. “Someone inside the bank has hacked the system and is looking at stuff that happened during the SF8 robbery. You’re literally the closest agent we have!”

“Shit, I’m on it boss!”

“Hurry! Back-up’s twenty minutes out, even by helicopter.” With that, Biel hung up.

“I gotta go babe,” Tammin said, grabbing her purse from the counter.

“Tammin, babe, maybe-” Victoria started to say.

“No, sorry, I really gotta go,” Tammin cut her off.

“But-”

“I promise, later!” Tammin said, hauling open the door while fishing for her keys.

“You’re not wearing any pants!” Victoria called after her.

Tammin stopped dead and glared down at her naked legs and crotch. She quickly hopped back into the apartment, happy to see Victoria handing her the slacks she’d shed earlier.

* * * * * * * * * *

This was a switch if ever there was one – Lois actually preferred anal sex to the regular kind because she didn’t want kids (“Sure it hurts, but spitting out a brat hurts more”); Mr. Hart, on the other hand, wasn’t too crazy about it even if it was a nicely shaped behind attached to a cute redhead. But he didn’t have a problem with slipping it between JoAnna’s cheeks and sliding it back and forth instead of going straight inside; both boss and employee were getting something out of it, with the groans and cries filling the office. Yeah, it was a more elaborate way for him to masturbate, but JoAnna didn’t care…

With JoAnna’s ass clamping his dick in place, his hands were free to rub around her knelt-down body and fondle her hair, jerking against her harder each time. Both boss and employee started howling as Mr. Hart’s fingers made their way between JoAnna’s legs, feeling the juices of her snatch on his fingertips – for a moment he wondered if he could quickly jam it into her and give her the rest of the day off…

“YEAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” It wasn’t often that the man screamed louder than the woman in sex, but Mr. Hart definitely swamped JoAnna as his cock sprayed all over JoAnna’s ass, her creamy body shaking against his as she too finally came. They were in good sync; it was even less often that two parties orgasmed together.

As JoAnna let herself sink to the ground, Mr. Hart patted her behind and massaged the semen drops into her skin, wrapping up the moisturization process while he caught his breath.

“Gotta admit that wasn’t bad,” JoAnna said airily as she got up, headed to where her clothes were and started to dress. “Thanks…”

“Actually, I should be thanking you,” Mr. Hart replied. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“You didn’t force me, don’t worry about it. Plus you’ve still got time before your meeting,” JoAnna added.

“I’m sure the staff liked not having me pop along and surprise them,” the boss said as he zipped his trousers. “They’re probably doing stuff I shouldn’t be seeing them do.”

“What, those guys? Never!” JoAnna lied.

* * * * * * * * * *

Not good, not good, not good! Whoever was watching Jessica Chastain was good. Too good. Every firewall and bounce-back program Jessica had in her arsenal wasn’t doing much good, and any minute now they’d spot what Jessica had - that little hidden Dyson file.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:58:14 AM

She needed five more minutes to get Dyson copied to her flash drive, but she wasn’t sure she could keep the other hacker out that long. And if someone knew she was here, then pretty quick someone would come looking for her…

* * * * * * * * *

Tammin Sursok wished she’d worn sneakers. As it was, her sensible flats were in one hand as she ran across the cold San Francisco sidewalks. Getting in her car or getting a cab to go three blocks would’ve just slowed her down. Running was the quickest way to get there at this time of day, and it was only two blocks or so.

She’d been at home, why didn’t she just grab new shoes? Two seconds! She had her running shoes right next to the damn door! Well, it was too late to go back now. The SFUB was in view now, less than a block away.

* * * * * * * * * *

“File copied.”

Jessica ripped the flash drive out of the computer with one hand while throwing one last firewall up with her other. This was cutting it too close. Why had she ever agreed to do this?

As she reached for a sticky note, she saw a picture of JoAnna and her fiancé hugging under some trees, him behind her, JoAnna bent over so that her low-cut top showed so much ample cleavage.

“Oh, right,” Jessica grumbled. JoAnna was hot. So were the other girls mixed up in this. Jessica Chastain was in this for the pussy.

She scribbled a note. It was time to go.

“Excuse me, are you from tech services?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 10:58:37 AM

The voice made Jessica jump, but she recovered quickly and turned to find an elderly woman looking at her hopefully. Her SFUB nametag called her Betty.

“Uh, yes,” Jessica said.

“I can’t seem to access my email. Can you help me?”

“Uh, sure, yeah,” Jessica said, getting up.

“Good. My friend Linda sent me the hottest pictures of some shirtless firemen she found online, and I want to thank her for them,” Betty said, leading Jessica away.

* * * * * * * * * *

“And what was all that about?” Jennifer Finnigan asked when JoAnna returned to her area.

“Oh, just a long chat about staff reviews,” she said airily.

Jennifer couldn’t help but notice that her hair was slightly mussed; she had her own ideas about what those “staff reviews” were, but she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had her own – um – meetings in the past, after all.

As JoAnna took her place in front of the keyboard, safe in the knowledge that her PC was a bit faster now, she noticed that there was a folded sheet next to one of the speakers; she unfolded it and took in the contents “Saw something on the PC – might be what the girls were looking for. Keep you posted”- before crumpling it up and slipping it in a pocket for later disposal.

“YES!” JoAnna couldn’t help but cackle on seeing Jessica Chastain really had made it a little faster. That was a good cover if ever there was one.

Suddenly, a barefooted woman burst into the bank and held out an ID badge.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:00:09 AM

“FBI! Who’s in charge here?”

“Monty’s out back, getting cleaned up,” JoAnna said. “Can I help you?”

“Getting cleaned up from what?” Jennifer Finnigan asked.

“Get him here now. And lock down all your computers! You’ve got a hacker in building!”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Whoa, that’s more than shirtless,” Jessica said, getting into Betty’s email easily enough - her caps lock had been on. Now here were a couple of beefcake shots of fully naked firemen climbing all over their fire trucks, covered pretty much just in water. Right there was a giant black man with a giant black penis that he couldn’t hide behind even firefighting gear.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Betty said. “Want me to forward these to you for your own spank bank?”

“No thanks,” Jessica said, getting up. JoAnna had wisely not looked over at her, but this cute FBI chick with the lips made for cock sucking didn’t look like a fool. Jessica had to get out and get out fast…

“Okay everyone!” JoAnna called out. “We’re shutting the computers down! Everyone go gather in the employee lounge. We’re in FBI hands now!”

Jessica cursed under her breath, really hoping her firewalls had slowed down whoever that other hacker was long enough…

* * * * * * * * * *

“Gotcha!” Kat Dennings said, pumping her fist as the last firewall fell away, giving her complete access to whatever it was the hacker had been looking at. Quickly, she scanned the file names, seeing most of them were either deposits or withdrawals, and there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary here.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:01:42 AM

Then she spotted one marked simply “Dyson.”

“What’s this?” she asked, moving her mouse to click on the file. It opened up to reveal a wall of code - too much code! - before suddenly going completely blank.

“DAMNIT!” Kat swore. She knew right away what had happened - someone at the bank itself had locked the system down, cutting it off from the network. If she wanted to see Dyson now, she’d have to go to SFUB and hack their system in person.

Meanwhile, the real hacker was probably ten miles away.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ten feet from where Tammin Sursok was ushering bank employees into the back room, Jessica Chastain was just about ready to give up and try to tackle the FBI agent when someone grabbed her and pulled her into the women’s bathroom.

“Take your clothes off! Quick!”

“JoAnna, I’m flattered, but now’s not really the time,” Jessica said, her eyes unable to leave JoAnna’s skin as the bank employee stripped off her shirt.

“Take off your clothes and get into mine. And undo that ponytail - you need to look as close to me as possible.”

“What’s going on?” Jessica asked, getting undressed anyway.

“I told the FBI girl and Monty that I left my access code fob in my car. You’re going to dress up like me and sneak out.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:02:23 AM

Jessica blinked - in part because JoAnna’s skin was flushed and still a little sweaty from her activities with her boss, but also in part because of how quick JoAnna had come up with this plan.

“Let’s do it,” Jessica said, yanking off her shirt.

Five minutes later, her hair tussled to look like JoAnna’s, wearing JoAnna’s blouse and nametag, Jessica slipped past the security guards and over to her car, and got exactly a hundred feet from the bank before the FBI tactical team came racing over the nearest hill.

JoAnna explained her change of clothes as having spilled an old coffee all over herself when she’d gone to the car, and with the video cameras down, and Betty’s memory fuzzy at best - she’d already forgotten how Jessica had gotten her into her email again - it would be weeks before anyone remembered that yes, there HAD been a second redhead in the bank, and no she hadn’t left before the FBI came storming in. Now all Jessica had to do was look over this Dyson file from the safety of her own computers.

Similarly, Kat Dennings arrived on site thirty minutes later and was allowed to restart the bank’s computer system. Twenty minutes after that, she had her own copy of “Dyson,” and was racing back to take a crack at it on HER computers.

Neither hacker realized just what she had in her hands until much, much later.

* * * * * * * * * *

“When can I see Megan?” Emma asked Hannah as she put on a change of clothing.

“When Mistress says you can,” the blonde replied regretfully. “She wants to talk to you first.”

“Same here,” Emma said grimly.

“Just try and relax; it’ll be over soon,” Hannah told her. “I’ll leave you with a little something to get you through till later.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:03:24 AM

“I already took my medicine,” Emma pointed out.

Hannah lifted up her shirt, giving the invalid a look at her excellent breasts that was just long enough for a dazzling smile to break out. Returning Emma’s smile, Hannah lowered the shirt.

“When you’re all better I’ll let you do more than look,” she promised.

“Same here,” Emma said again, sounding this time as if she was looking forward to it.

“I’ll see you later,” Hannah said, backing out of the room. “My mistress doesn’t like it when I hang around too long.”

Emma propped herself up in bed, watching Hannah as she turned and left. The maid’s uniform she was wearing was notably snug around her butt; if it was Rhona’s idea, that meant there was something in her favour. Not much, but it was something.

“Miss Davis is good for what ails you, I believe.”

Hannah Davis’s ass was swept to the back of Emma’s mind for later as a lovely British brunette strode into the room, without even the slightest pretence to smile – it was all business with her.

“So, Emma Rose Roberts,” Rhona continued. “We meet again.”

“Trying to make me feel worse with your supervillain act?” the safecracker asked.

“Count yourself lucky Rosie isn’t here,” the brunette snapped as she went up to the side of Emma’s bed. “She does not like people being rude to me, and I would rather not have you hurt. At this time, anyway.”

“Obviously, otherwise me and Megan would be at the bottom of the San Francisco Bay now,” Emma replied. “So why’d you snatch us? You could just as easily have let us get caught.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:04:21 AM

“I believe in the law of Michael Corleone – keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It would have been easier if you had been captured in the hospital, but then you would be out of my hands… and I would not be able to suggest a little arrangement.”

“What kind of ‘little arrangement’?” asked Emma.

“I know that you’re alone in the world, Miss Roberts. Your mother abandoned you as a child, and your father met his maker in a car accident…”

“Yeah yeah, bring out the violins.”

“If you interrupt me again, I will see to it that you are in no condition to do more than look at Hannah Davis,” Rhona said coldly.

She got Emma right where it would hurt. The safecracker drew an imaginary zip across her mouth.

“Your late father was adept at stealing artworks and safecracking – a case of like father, like daughter. And it occurs to me that a young woman with your skills could be useful to my organization; with your light fingers and my financial backing, it would be profitable for both of us.”

“Said the woman who left us to rot in prison,” Emma pointed out.

“All part of preparing for the future,” Rhona replied. “Plus I already did you a favour.”

“Since when?” asked Emma.

“Since the Countdown Communications affair.”

“Thanks for digging up that particular bad memory… but how’d that tie in with you?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:05:07 AM

“The woman who got you off - Reiko Aylesworth. One of my best employees at Lychan Hollowman,” Rhona said with a smirk. “I kept my eye on you after that.“

“One of your… shit, you own a law firm as well?”

“Useful to have lawyers working for you, I find. Even if they have no idea who they’re working for. But I assure you Miss Aylesworth is fully aware who the primary partner is – in some cases, honesty is the best policy. Especially when the other party is barely on nodding terms with things like scruples.”

“Kill all the lawyers,” Emma said.

“Most of them, I admit. But moving on…” Rhona lifted up the blanket covering Emma, ignoring the safecracker’s narrowed eyes as she took a look at her legs, nodding approvingly.

“Purely gratuitous,” she said as she put the blanket back. “I do like looking at your body. You don’t have to say thank you.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” Emma muttered.

“Now, I intend to expand my horizons somewhat. The Union Bank robbery was stage 1; in the next few days I’ll be holding a party here, with several would-be partners invited. If all goes well, and I believe it will, my move eastwards should be no problem. And as I said, you would be a very useful person to have in my employ.”

“What if I don’t want to be ‘in your employ’?”

“Ah,” Rhona smiled. “Then there will be a father-daughter reunion in your future.”

“He taught me a lot, but we were never really close,” Emma said. “But since you put it that way…”

“I don’t need a final answer right now,” Rhona told her. “Get some rest and think it over. I have a feeling you’ll make the right choice.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:05:58 AM

With that, Rhona took her leave and Emma turned over as if about to get some sleep. Oh, she intended to make the right choice – being part of the Rhona Mitra machine could have its advantages. For starters, it would be a lot easier to kill that British cunt.

Just the thought of that made Emma Roberts feel a little better.

* * * * * * * * * *

“You wanted to see me?” Kat Dennings asked on coming into Jessica Biel’s office, looking very uneasy.

“Mm-hmm. Have a seat, Kat,” the director replied, smiling reassuringly.

Kat sat down, nervously twisting her hands.

“Relax, no one’s going to get fired. I’ve been noticing you today – you seem to have something on your mind besides work. And your action figures,” Jessica said knowingly.

“Is it that obvious?” asked Kat.

“It’s that obvious.”

Kat sighed. “That business with the bank yesterday…”

“You did get the information,” Jessica reminded her. “And it’s only a matter of time before we figure it out.”

“Yes, but I couldn’t stop whoever was on the other end,” Kat said ruefully. “Everything I threw up, they got past… I should’ve kept them out. I screw up everything… I don’t know why you keep trusting me.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:06:41 AM

“We all make mistakes,” Jessica said.

“Tell me about it.”

“But you didn’t make any yesterday,” the boss added. “You’re a good worker, Kat. This could be a way in to finding who’s behind all those bank attacks…”

“Until I screw up next time. I can’t do anything properly… not even offduty,” Kat continued. “I bet it goes south with that date this weekend as well… sometimes I think my collection’s the only way I’ll ever have someone in my life…”

“Now that’s just silly,” Jessica said. “You’re smart, you’re gorgeous… you should have people falling over you. That idiot Ben caught sight of you that time you were wearing jeans and I hear he spent the whole night at the bar talking about your behind – about the only time he ever talked sense, I bet.”

“I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but I’m just a big clumsy girl…”

“You come with me,” Jessica interrupted briskly. “I need to have a word with you in private.”

“But we’re in your office,” Kat pointed out, confused.

“Just come…” And Jessica led Kat out of her office.

* * * * * * * * * *

Rebel Wilson was not built for speed, but she nearly hit the ceiling at an impressive rate of knots when Director Biel came marching into the janitorial area. Shit on toast, what was bringing the boss down here?

“Listen, I can explain—“ she started.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:07:44 AM

“Not a word, and take the rest of the day off,” Jessica interrupted.

Seeing Kat Dennings following in her wake, Rebel leaped to a conclusion and nodded, heading for the exit.

“AFTER we’re done,” the boss said. “You make sure we’re not interrupted for anything.”

The janitor sat down again and saluted. “You can count on me, ma’am.”

Kat swallowed as she was escorted away from Rebel; she was feeling like she could use some more people around, just for the support. And where were they going, anyway?
Jessica stopped by the supply closet, opened it and stepped inside, beckoning to Kat to follow as she switched the light on. Raising an eyebrow, Kat did as she was told, closing the door behind her and noticing Jessica nodding approvingly (not that she had a choice – the closet wasn’t tiny but there was no way she could avoid looking at the boss).

“Am I in trouble?” Kat asked meekly.

Jessica laughed a little, patting one of Kat’s shoulders. “That’s the last thing you’re in. You just need to have some confidence put in that hot body of yours.”

“You… you think I’m hot?”

Jessica stared at Kat; this girl must have had one hell of a cloistered upbringing, that or family who tore into her since puberty. There was something to be said for girls who didn’t know they were sexy, but this was something else. Gently holding onto Kat’s shoulders, she nodded.

“Someone like Agent Bell’s hot,” Kat said, looking down at her feet. “I’m just a big gap-toothed schlump.”

“You’re not a schlump,” Jessica told her. “You’re a smart, capable… very well-built woman.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:08:50 AM

“Is this where you tell me to take off my glasses and shake my hair out?” Kat asked knowingly.

“You don’t need to take your glasses off,” Jessica said, slowly moving her hands onto Kat’s front. “You just have to see what we all see.”

She leaned in close and kissed the nape of Kat’s neck. “We see a butterfly about to come out of its shell.”

Rebel, having crept up to the closet door, made retching motions (but kept them soundless).

Kat felt Jessica’s hands resting on her top, gently stroking the chest. “Who said you were fat?” the boss asked.

“My sisters,” the analyst admitted. “They said I should be skinny like them.”

“Their loss,” Jessica replied, undoing a button of Kat’s top. And another. And then another, slowly revealing more and more of Kat Dennings’s cleavage, with her eyes widening more and more; even though the bra Kat was wearing was a perfect fit, there was still plenty of the creamy flesh spilling out.

“Take it off,” the boss whispered when Kat’s top was completely opened.

“But my shirt-“

“Not that,” Jessica interrupted.

Kat nervously reached around her back and unclasped the brassiere, letting her enormous breasts loose. Jessica’s mouth dropped open – those things were huge and beautiful, with the kind of swollen nipples she could suck on for days. The boss took a breast in each hand, loving how they were spilling out over the sides, and hefted each one as she shook her head… she couldn’t believe she was getting to play with ones this big.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:09:33 AM

“I’m SO jealous,” Jessica admitted, resting her head between Kat’s breasts as she continued to fondle them. “Maybe you should keep dressing like you always do… no one would get any work done if you started raiding Helen Flanagan’s wardrobe.”

Burying her face deep inside all that soft flesh, Jessica gently tweaked Kat’s nipples, listening to the other woman’s moan as her other hand slid down her back and under her dress; she wasn’t surprised to find Kat had some sizeable underwear underneath. “You’re so warm…” she mumbled into Kat’s chest.

“Um…” Kat was unable to think of anything to say as she felt Jessica’s hand resting on her plump cheeks. On the one hand, she was nervous – she hadn’t been in this kind of situation before, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it. And yet, knowing the times – knowing ALL the times – she had glanced secretly at her boss in action, she wasn’t sure she didn’t want it. And now Jessica was putting both her hands up her dress…

“Turn around…” Jessica said, in between licks on Kat’s chest. “C’mon, don’t you want to make your boss happy?”

(Outside, Rebel Wilson was wishing she had X-ray vision around now.)

Kat Dennings did want to make her boss happy. Very much. She carefully turned around until her back was to Jessica, and gulped as the boss undid her dress. The voluminous fabric landed on the ground as Kat’s generous bottom, encased in what Jessica had to admit were granny panties, was revealed.

“I’ll do it,” Kat said quietly, and lowered the underwear herself. Jessica followed her with her eyes as she brought the panties down to her feet, staring at the booty on view.

“Wow…” Jessica breathed as Kat stretched back up. Her rump was round, big and soft, and the definition of pale and interesting. Whoever called her a big fat schlump should’ve been locked up – nothing wrong with having some meat on the bones, especially when it looked like that.

“You are a goddess, Kat. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

“Uhh… thank you,” Kat managed to say, before yelping – Jessica had dropped to her knees and kissed her ass as if SHE was the one in charge.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:10:45 AM

“And a goddess needs some worshipping,” Jessica added, stroking Kat’s thighs before kissing it again. “My friend’ll love you on Saturday.”

“That’s kind of what I’m afraid of,” Kat admitted, moving a little less nervously under Jessica’s fingers. “If it goes a lot further… I might not know what to do. ‘Cause… because I’ve never actually been with anyone like this before.”

(“She’s still a virgin?” Rebel said in a low voice, before preening herself that a woman with her build had lost her cherry like years ago.)

“That’s all right,” Jessica said reassuringly (while not letting on how surprised she was; even allowing for Kat’s personality, she was amazed someone with a body like that underneath hadn’t at least tried it and been put off men after a disappointing first time, or something). “Happens to all of us.”

As she squished her breasts against the wall while pressing her hands on the surface, Kat flashed back to the time she’d found some magazines in her dad’s closet when she was 16; Mom bought lots of magazines with women in them as well, but in the ones Dad had the girls didn’t have anything on (or what they did have on they soon took off). She still had soft spots for Lindsey Vuolo and Christi Shake… anyway, Kat had hidden her secret likings under her geek façade, but one good thing came from it – no one EXPECTED her to be interested in boys. So she could go to see “Thor” and talk about it with her colleagues without fear of anyone asking who she preferred, Hemsworth or Hiddleston (Portman. It was always Portman. She was so jealous of the girl who played Darcy getting to spend most of her screen time standing next to her…).

And now here was one of her crush objects gently kneading Kat’s ass as Jessica moved her head down, separating the flesh to get access to what was between her legs. Kat quivered in anticipation; Jessica Biel’s tongue had found her slit. It wasn’t like she was obsessed with anyone ever going down there – Kat had never really dreaded becoming a 40-year-old virgin or anything -  but this was a whole world away from  writing slash fiction. She felt the tip of Jessica’s tongue delicately touching her box, dabbing on her clit and slowly moving between the lips. Oh wow… Kat swallowed as she enjoyed the boss tasting her. So much better than a finger or a cucumber.

The slow and steady pace of Jessica’s mouth started to increase, and though Kat didn’t do any gambling outside of the odd scratchcard she was willing to bet Jessica was liking it down below. It certainly sounded like it. Combined with how Jessica’s hands were stroking as much of her body as they could reach, she was feeling better than she had felt in ever.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:12:11 AM

Whoa… now this was something she’d never felt before. She was tingling, and not in a Spider-Sense way either - her whole body was steaming up, being filled with energy and fire starting from her crotch. Kat squealed as Jessica’s tongue lit on one particular spot – she gritted her teeth to try and stop from shouting, pressing her body against the wall as Jessica’s mouth loved her harder, feeling her pussy soaking from the treatment it was getting.

“Whoo… whoa… Yes… yesyesyesyesyesyeeeaaaaaaAAAGGGHHHHH!!!” She couldn’t resist any longer, shaking like a leaf and finding it hard to catch her breath. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! YESYESYESYESYESBOSS!!!!”

(Thrusting a hand in and out of her opened jeans and listening, Rebel flashed back to when Ben had fucked her; he hadn’t made her howl nearly as much.)

Holding the quaking woman’s legs, Jessica gave Kat’s pussy one final lick before she moved back, keeping her hands on her body as she got up. Jessica kept contact even as Kat turned around, and the boss felt herself moistening more on getting a full-frontal shot of Miss Dennings for the few seconds before the glowing and grateful Kat embraced her, kissing her repeatedly as if a load had been taken from her shoulders. The director couldn’t resist pulling her closer, the better to feel Kat’s lactobombs resting on her own sizeable but suddenly tiny in comparison jugs. (Although for once she didn’t mind feeling the way Agent Bell probably did 24/7.)

Neither of them noticed the door to the closet quietly opening a crack and Rebel Wilson looking inside; she was rewarded by a full-length sight of boss and employee kissing while in each other’s arms, Jessica Biel’s fingers caressing Kat Dennings’ ass, as Kat rested her head on Jessica’s chest. Wank fodder for the evening secured, Rebel closed the door – if they had spotted her she’d have been fired, but it was worth it.

“Thank you…” Kat smiled, glancing up at the boss. “I’m glad it was you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Jessica replied. “You taste great.”

“We’d better get back,” Kat giggled.

“I’m the boss,” Jessica said, stroking the other woman’s thick brown tresses. “They can wait.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:14:00 AM

“You know, I thought it would be…”

“Better?” asked Jessica.

“Worse,” Kat admitted. “I heard some girls say they had it bad the first time…”

“Now I should REALLY thank you,” Jessica laughed. “Out with it.”

“With what?” asked Kat.

“I can tell you’ve still got something to say…”

“Well, I’ve always wondered what a… well, you know… tastes like,” Kat explained. “And I’ve always imagined you’d be the first to show me.”

“On your knees, Kat,” Jessica smiled. “Like I said, they can wait…”

* * * * * * * * * *

Time was heavy on the hands of the group; progress was basically at a standstill. They still had no idea about how to get Megan and Emma back, the longer they were out of the loop the worse it would be for them… and going out was out of the question. So they were thanking the heavens for daytime TV, with the gang currently tuning in to Jeopardy! and having a high old time yelling the right questions at the screen.

Except for Hayden. Since “Jeopardy!” was on Channel 7, she just couldn’t bring herself to watch right now; she associated Channel 7 with Ashley Benson, and it just made her far too killy to tune into the thing, even when a show was running that she had absolutely nothing to do with. So while the others were tuning in to Trebek, the ex-reporter was in the room she shared with Megan (or would have shared if she was still there), leafing through one of the magazines JoAnna and Troian had brought on their last visit and wishing aliens could arrive from another planet and offer a universal cure for illness in exchange for Courtney Stodden and the Real Housewives Of Whatever (which would be a fair swap).

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:15:13 AM

The door was knocked on, taking Hayden away from reality TV show gossip. “C’mon in!” she called.

“You all right, Hayd?” asked Roselyn, poking her head through the opened gap.

“About the same as ever in this setup,” the blonde sighed.

“Blake wants a word with you,” the leader said. “She’s in her and Shay’s room.”

“Well, I guess Lisa Vanderpump can wait,” Hayden replied, tossing the magazine aside and getting off her bed. “Enjoy the rest of the games.”

“I will,” Roselyn assured her. “Mainly because I’m winning.”

With the sound of quiz show noise behind her, Hayden knocked on the door of Blake and Shay’s place (it hadn’t escaped her notice that they had basically the same living arrangements they’d had in Remy Hadley). What Blake wanted to see her about she had no idea, but at least it was a change from basically doing nothing.

“So what’s up?” Hayden asked when Blake opened the door.

“I wanted to talk to you,” the tall blonde replied. “Inside – I don’t want the others to hear this.”

Hayden’s interest rose a few levels. Something secretive? Did she have something she had to get off her chest? Wondering what it was, Hayden stepped inside.

Shutting the door, Blake turned to face her with a slightly nervous look on her lovely face. “It’s about… about Remy Hadley,” she began.

“Still can’t get used to being out of there, huh?” Hayden asked sympathetically. “Worried they might catch us?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:16:20 AM

“Yes, but that’s not it,” Blake said. “I’ve got something for you.”

Hayden was having a little trouble processing this – what on Earth could the woman have brought from the prison for her? She opened her mouth to ask what Blake meant… and then kept it open as she watched Blake undo her dress and let it drop to the ground around her feet, revealing her completely naked body.

“Me,” Blake added quietly.

Hayden had a LOT of trouble processing this. Blake Lively, the one who was so straight she should’ve looked like a stick, taking her clothes off for one of the team? Had she caught what Emma had?

“…why?” the small blonde asked, telling herself to keep her eyes focused on Blake’s face.

“Because I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” the tall blonde replied, stepping out of the dress around her feet and coming closer to Hayden. “I’ve thought about it every day since we broke out. And every night.”

“But-“

“But nothing,” Blake interrupted. “You saved my life, Hayden. And this is the only way I can pay you back.”

She opened her arms. “I’m yours, any time you want it. Starting now.”

Hayden was a mess of emotions. On the one hand, she genuinely felt Blake didn’t owe her for that or anything – it had simply been one human being saving another, the way Blake had stopped that woman from crushing her like an empty bag of Doritos during the escape. On the other hand, ever since that time escaping from the bank when she’d checked out Blake teetering out the back of the van she’d wanted her, the way the others had but none of whom had managed it (well, except for Emma – and Shay, who’d told the others about her nocturnal explorations with Blake in their cell and made them promise never to let Miss Lively know).  And now here was this blonde goddess smiling down at her…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:17:52 AM

Her busted arm was less of a barrier than Hayden had feared - she may have undressed faster, but she didn’t know when. When she was nude, Blake knelt down so they could be at the same eye level, and Hayden rested her hands on Blake’s shoulders before coming in for a kiss.

The two blondes’ lips met, Hayden unable to keep her tongue from slipping into Blake’s mouth. Holy shit, even her TEETH were perfect… it lasted only for a few moments, but for Hayden it was like taking a shortcut to paradise.

“Wow,” the tiny blonde whispered, kissing Blake again.

“You kiss better than Emma does,” the tall blonde said in an almost bashful tone, starting to bring her hands up to touch Hayden’s body. Blake’s hands were a little tentative as they touched the other woman, as if they weren’t sure where to go.

“It’s all right,” Hayden said reassuringly. “Everyone’s had a first time.”

Even though Blake had lost her cherry at an age when you weren’t supposed to, she knew exactly what Hayden meant. She rested her hands on Hayden’s breasts, slowly stroking them while the other blonde slid the fingers of her good hand down Blake’s front; a beatific smile spread across Hayden’s face as she spread her fingers into Blake’s pussy – ooooh, yes. If it had been winter, this would’ve warmed her up no trouble. Hayden took Blake’s clit between thumb and index finger, gently rolling it in between them as Blake kissed the nape of her neck before nuzzling on her rack, tasting each nipple and licking the tip.

Hayden let Blake’s button go as the woman began to move down her body, her hands sliding down Hayden’s back and spreading over her behind. It was a strange experience for Blake – she’d gotten used to expecting buttocks to have some kind of hair on them, or at least the odd pimple or two. But this was a genuinely smooth and unblemished set; she finally had a chance to tell someone what guys had been telling her since puberty set in.

Except she didn’t, because she had Hayden Panettiere’s pussy in front of her eyes. She didn’t care if she herself had one of those, this was entering (figuratively and literally) uncharted territory.

“Hey…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:18:56 AM

Blake looked up to see Hayden looking down on her tenderly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Hayden told her with a reassuring smile.

Swallowing her nerves, Blake smiled back and flicked her tongue out. She told herself she could do this – this wasn’t like it was with Emma Roberts. This time she had made the first move, and she did want to make Hayden happy.

With her eyes closed, Blake Lively’s tongue made contact with another woman’s privates for the first time in her life; the tip moved tentatively along Hayden’s slot. Blake had seen Hayden naked before in the showers at Remy Hadley, but not this close up – how could someone so tiny have such a big and plump pussy? No wonder the girl was so outgoing; she could probably accommodate a pretty big penis with what she had…

Blake mentally slapped herself as her tongue tasted Hayden’s love button. A penis was the LAST thing this one would put inside her; Hayden would probably feel as strange sucking on one as Blake herself felt rolling the clit near her mouth. It was… unusual. Not gross, really, but knowing that this was an entrance to a place guys all over the world dreamed of getting into meant that Blake was, for once, in the man’s position. And if a lot of them loved it, then she guessed she herself could give it a try.

As her hands caressed Hayden’s butt, she imagined she was on the other end; Blake had sucked plenty of cocks but she had also eaten plenty of ass and never gotten a complaint. Her mouth started to taste Hayden, her tongue moving deep inside her and her lips taking time to kiss whatever parts of Hayden’s snatch she could.

“Mmmmm... Yesss…. “ Hayden moaned, her hands stroking Blake’s head. “Blake, you’re a natural… you feel so… good…”

Blake continued to lick inside Hayden, losing more and more of her inhibition as she progressed. Hayden did taste better than she had thought she would – maybe it was kind of sushi-like, but Blake LOVED sushi. It wasn’t anything like a man’s asshole… or a woman’s, as Blake was finding with her  index fingers sliding up Hayden’s tight little back passage.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:21:02 AM

Nope, nothing like it. For a start, she’d have a cock on the other side to stroke as she tasted the tunnel. But there were some things that were similar – for a start, Hayden was begging her never to stop because she loved it. The blonde pixie was trembling as her warm pussy began to moisten under Blake’s mouth; part of her was almost beginning to like it. To the extent that Blake’s own pussy was beginning to drip…

Blake whipped her head back as she came to herself for a moment, and rolled Hayden onto her front. The other blonde was still steaming from Blake’s mouth, and Hayden was about to ask what was wrong before she felt Blake’s head pressing against her asshole and resuming the munch, putting more enthusiasm into it this time – whatever objections were about to come out of Hayden’s mouth vanished as she began to receive the best rim job she had ever had in her life. (Other than Troian, obviously.)

Hayden didn’t demand mouth-to-ass as a matter of course, but whenever Troian did it to her it was something pretty nice. This girl, however… wow, the finger action plus the tongue showed that Blake could do this at the Olympics and bring home gold every time. Relishing every lick and probe, Hayden relaxed as she let another fantasy play out – the one where Blake discovered what side she really played for…

This was incredible… as Hayden’s heart began to beat faster, she realised that Blake wasn’t going back and forth between quim and back door the way Troian had done – it was purely anal all the way. Hayden started to wail in delight as Blake Lively’s mouth finished its work, screaming Blake’s name as her ass sent currents of joy throughout her body; now there was only one thought on her mind… payback, and for once not in the sense of Ashley Benson or Rhona Mitra.

As Blake kissed each of Hayden Panettiere’s rounded buttocks to finish, the glowing small blonde looked over her shoulder back at her lover. “My turn,” she sighed, and was rewarded with Blake moving backwards and down onto the floor, her legs spread apart and waiting.

Hayden placed her head between Blake’s breasts, nuzzling each one and rubbing herself against them; she was SO envious of girls with racks like these (when this was all over she was going to look into getting something like that for herself). Mmmm, she’d have been happy to just stay there all day and all night… but her lower part was brushing against Blake’s warm, well-kept snatch. Kissing those excellent boobs one last time, Hayden headed down between the woman’s legs, enjoying every little gasp from Blake with each touch and kiss.

The moment Hayden’s tongue slipped into Blake’s box, she wanted to come; her pussy was like tasting heaven. The best of the whole gang, no question; Hayden’s mouth greedily munched on Blake, moving through each golden bit of what she had as she flashed back to the escape from the bank… watching

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:21:46 AM

Blake leaning out of the back of the van, Hayden had imagined what it would be like to have someone like that. She thanked fate that she was getting to find out, burrowing deeper inside Blake and feeling how warm and moist she was. Enjoying how Blake’s body was thrashing about under her mouth, Hayden supped further on the sunshine that was her pussy.

“Oh yeah… oh that’s right… yessssYESYESYES!!!!!!!” Blake was feeling better with each dab of Hayden’s tongue, being propelled to greater and greatest heights of ecstasy and rubbing herself with delight. “YESSSSSSSSS!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!!!!”

Then as she orgasmed over Hayden’s mouth, Blake screamed a name. But it wasn’t Hayden’s. It wasn’t even another unisex name like Hayden or Blake.

Blake Lively’s body was shaking and glowing with what Hayden had done, and Hayden knew she tasted too good for the experience to be ruined, but… Hayden slowly raised her head from between Blake’s legs and looked up at her face, seeing a contrite, apologetic look on it.

“Was he your first?” Hayden asked calmly.

“He wasn’t my FIRST first, but he was the first man,” Blake admitted as the tiny blonde slid back up her body. “I did try to blot them out, I really did… but… that’s why I went the back way just now. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got a cute ass… for a girl. It’s just that…”

“It’s just you like what’s on the other side more if it’s a guy?” Hayden finished.

Blake nodded. “You’re not the first lady who’s come on to me…”

“Emma?”

“She wasn’t the first either. But you’re the first one I actually let do it,” the crestfallen Blake said, taking Hayden in her arms. “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what? For making me come? For not being able to change who you are?” Hayden held Blake with her better arm and kissed her cheek. “You’re not the first straight I’ve tried it with – I’ve had exactly

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:23:02 AM

ONE girl who thought she liked boys come out after being with me. I’d have been shocked if you swapped after this. Flattered,” she added with a little laugh, “but shocked.”

“I’m still yours for as long as we’re stuck here,” Blake told her.

“Thanks, but I don’t want you to be my concubine.”

“I just want to look out for you, is all.”

“You got a deal,” Hayden smiled. “One more kiss for good luck?”

“Sure,” Blake smiled back, as their lips met.

“Oh, and Hayden…”

“Yeah?”                           

“If I DID like girls,” Blake said almost shyly, “I’d like you.”

For the first time since Troian Bellisario had told her she loved her, Hayden Panettiere blushed.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Tough break about Miss Sunshine,” sports reporter Isla Fisher told Ashley Benson as they stood by their lockers.

Miss Sunshine was the staff’s nickname for Alison Brie’s nickname, partly because she did the weather but mostly because she was guaranteed to be cheerful even if World War III was a breaking story. So when word got around about what had happened to her, everyone from the station manager to the janitor was sympathetic.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:23:38 AM

“Yeah, I heard about her account,” Ashley replied.

“Getting closer to home… and still a way to go till payday,” the Australian redhead continued. “I’d hate to be in her shoes now.”

Ashley nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. It had been elsewhere even when she’d magnaminously given Alison some money to tide her over (“Wow, thanks – I swear I’ll pay you guys back!” Alison had gushed) – it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it, plus it made her look good.

Her mind was on what was in her locker – Rhona’s little gift went everywhere with her, because you never could tell when it would be time to use it. But she had a feeling it would be soon.

* * * * * * * * * *

Since Kate Mara was stuck with doing the late news on Channel 5 more often than not, Victor had gotten used to her coming in way past bedtime o’clock. But he still liked to stay up for her when he could; she was lovely enough that he could face up to not being a night person.

“How’s my chunky monkey?” Kate asked cheerfully on letting herself into the place.

“Still wishing you’d just call him Victor… Red.”

“You know I hate that name,” Kate pouted.

“And…?” Victor let the point hang.

“Fine,” Kate mock-grumbled, embracing Victor before they kissed. “Just glad to see a friendly face.”

“Rough day, huh?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:24:37 AM

“Yeah… bad news.” Kate paused. “That guy who’s cleaning out bank accounts…”

“He got you?” Victor winced. He’d hoped that this plague wouldn’t get around to either of them – it was a big city, and they weren’t even SFUB customers. But if this was spreading that fast… maybe it might be time to look into the Bank of Mattress. Ironically, Channel  5 had just done their own story on the wave of unintended withdrawals (fronted by Kate, yet).

“I got in touch with the cops, but they just sounded like it was another one on the pile,” Kate added.

“I swear, if I ever find whoever’s doing this… how much do you need till Friday?”

“It’s only Wednesday; I’ve got enough on me,” Kate assured Victor with a laugh. “You don’t have to keep paying me back for that date.”

That date had been the first one they’d been on after a date of the blind variety. It had been how Kate and Victor had met; she’d greeted him when he turned up at her house for a blind date – with her sister Rooney, who she was still living with at the time. In a way, the date had worked out because Rooney and Victor hit it off – but as friends, and not the kind that had benefits either.

It had been clear from the beginning that it would never take, thanks to some subtle hints… like how Victor kept surreptitiously glancing at Kate while talking to Rooney. Kate had decided to give her sister a chance to level the playing field by leaving them alone before they left, but the damage had been done; the next time he’d called it was to ask Kate out. And the next time, which was the time Victor had been caught short and Kate had offered to pay the balance. The time after that Kate had called to ask HIM out, and things had carried on from there.

“Maybe they’ll hit Benson,” Victor suggested.

“Wishful thinking,” Kate sighed. “Sometimes I think someone’s looking out for her.”

“The devil takes care of his own.”

“You know it,” Kate agreed, kissing him. “Wanna help me take my mind off it?”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:25:56 AM

“Well, I’ve had a bad day as well,” Victor replied, kissing back as they headed down the corridor. “Mindy Kaling came on to me again… went all The Big Lebowski on me.”

“She said she’d suck your cock for a thousand dollars?!” Kate said, pushing Victor into the bedroom. “The nerve… I don’t know how you put up with it.”

“Because I know you do it better than she could?” Victor chuckled, letting Kate shove him onto their bed.

Kate was tempted to ask Victor how he knew she gave better head than Mindy, before she saw the twinkle in his eye as he started to undress. The couple’s clothes were soon all over the room, both thinking about nothing but each other’s naked bodies; Victor didn’t know if Kate had been waiting for this moment all day but he sure had been.
Even if Mindy did succeed in getting him in bed, he knew he’d only ever have Kate’s adorable face and trim body on his mind. And there Kate was, clutching his thighs on the edge of the bed as she bent her head forward and down; the tension and stress of the day was soon melting away as Kate gorged herself on his rod, swallowing the brown length and teasing out the first streams of semen. Kate took quick snatches for breath without breaking the rhythm, glancing up at him from time to time; looking into her big eyes as she sucked just made it even better, and they both knew it.

Victor lay back and relished Kate’s soft lips tasting him, her fingers dandling his sacs as he tried to keep the inevitable from happening right now. Not when Kate had so much more to give him; he pulled on his girlfriend’s hair, their sign that he wanted her to stop. His ego got a huge boost when he felt her mouth take a long, long time to move up and off his cock, as if she didn’t want to stop (not that he wanted her to stop either).

Kate slithered up Victor’s body, letting him enjoy the way her breasts swayed as she moved; yeah, she wasn’t massively endowed but she made what she had count. He moved his hands along her body as she came up him, finding her sweet little ass and cupping it tightly as she moved in for another kiss. Their tongues and lips met, bodies exchanging heat as they rolled over on their bed.

“I bet Ashley Benson got where she is on her back,” Victor smirked as Kate licked his chest.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:27:00 AM

“Make you a deal,” his girlfriend replied. “You stop talking about the demon blonde from hell while we’re in bed, and tomorrow night you get to put that monster down there up my butt.”

“It’s not THAT big,” Victor laughed as he nuzzled her neck. “But it’s a deal.”

Kate Mara’s ass wasn’t that big either, and he hadn’t actually been that keen on anal sex before they met, so quite why he’d been so happy to core her back door whenever she indicated she was up for it (which wasn’t that often) he wasn’t sure. But her butt felt so good. So did her legs, which she had wrapped around his waist pulling him in tighter. And so did her breasts, which he greedily tasted while rubbing her sides; with each kiss and caress he was forgetting more about quarrels and come-ons at work.

Soon there was nothing on his mind but Kate and how she made him feel. Victor counted his blessings again as he thrusted in and out of his girlfriend bucking beneath him, two lovers in contrast (him dark and huge, her pale and tiny) but in perfect harmony. His hands roamed her long red hair as he kissed her over and over, relishing her cunt around his rod – tight, snug, incredibly warm…

The bed started to creak as it always did when they got together on it, but neither party cared a whit about its unwanted addition. All Victor wanted was to listen to Kate’s increasing screams as he pumped her harder, her cries blending with his own, both loudly swearing how fucking much they loved this and each other. Kate’s jiggling breasts slammed against Victor’s chest as she howled, feeling a thick stream flooding her cunt for what seemed like ages…

Kate Mara couldn’t help but smile. After what had happened today, she had finally gotten a deposit.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Give me some good news,” Jessica sighed as Kristen Bell took her seat in the director’s office.

“There’s a disruption in the shields around the prison,” cracked the agent.

Jessica stared at her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:28:56 AM

“Sorry…  it’s just what you said was a line from a Star Trek: Voyager episode,” laughed Kristen. “Big, big fan. Even of Enterprise.”

“Well, at least I know you’re not a Trekkie,” Jessica mused. “I heard once that Trekkers wonder what sex is like in zero gravity and Trekkies-“

“-wonder what sex is like, I know,” Kristen rudely interrupted her superior officer. “Anyway, I don’t know if it’s GOOD news, but it’s interesting. We looked into Remy Hadley’s top brass, and it turns out Warden Winslet used to be a pretty naughty girl.”

“Sounds like she’d fit in perfectly around here.”

“Except for Kat Dennings,” Kristen laughed.

“Yes. But you were saying?” asked the boss.

“Well, she had a few run-ins with the law when she was younger,” Kristen continued. “Nothing major, but quite a few before she turned to the side of law and order. Funny how she got the job as well – the other main candidate topped Kate on just about every count; about the only thing she couldn’t do was walk on water. Or fly.”

“What do you mean, or fly?”

“Just before the board made their choice, the golden girl jumped off the Golden Gate,” Kristen explained. “No sign of any foul play, and no suicide note or anything… she just took a leap, looks like.”

“Tragic. And convenient,” Jessica said.

“Speaking of convenient, guess who just happens to be the warden’s lawyers?” asked Kristen. “Our old friends at Lychan Hollowman.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:30:15 AM

“Emma Roberts, the Spectacular, Remy Hadley… interesting how that name keeps popping up,” Jessica agreed.  “How do you feel about taking another helicopter ride?”

“Bring it on,” said the agent. “Bring it on.”

* * * * * * * * * *

One good thing about Alicia Keys’ car being in the shop for repairs; there was no chance of anybody seeing it parked outside the hideout.

One fuckton of bad things about Alicia Keys’ car being in the shop for repairs; she had to take a bunch of trains across San Francisco to get there, all with Joshua in tow because she couldn’t get her hands on a babysitter. And she’d have to change him soon to boot. Carrying Joshua in her strong right arm and her supplies with her left hand, the woman made her way to the door and carefully kicked the special knock.

No answer.

Alicia drew back her foot to try it again, and the door opened.

“OW!”

“Sorry…” Alicia winced in embarrassment, Olivia Wilde in pain. That kick had hurt.

“I was in a rush to get the door and I tripped,” the black-haired beauty told the other black-haired beauty as Alicia and Joshua entered. “So you’re Roselyn’s true love?”

“Guilty as charged – oh, sorry.” This wasn’t Alicia’s day; now she’d gone and said the wrong thing.

“It’s all right,” Olivia assured her, taking Alicia’s bag as they went back to the others. “You weren’t on the jury.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:31:33 AM

Alicia cuddled Joshua in both hands, feeling him squirming against her chest as she saw the ladies seated in the front room. The women were in a circle discussing their next moves, and Roselyn had her back to the newcomer – which was just how Alicia wanted it, the better to creep up behind her while shaking her head at Shay spotting her first and about to say hi.

“So we’re going to have to-“ Roselyn had started, before feeling a little hand brushing her hair.

“Mommy,” Joshua gurgled, and Roselyn’s face lit up like a fireworks display.

“JOSHUA!” With a cry of joy, Roselyn scooped her son into her arms, cooing and laughing in delight. It had been so long since she’d been with him outside an institution – so very long. “Mommy missed you SO much…”

“Oh, he’s so CUTE!” Blake cried next to her.

“I thought you said you weren’t the mothering kind,” Roselyn laughed.

“He’s a guy, she’s Blake, you work it out,” Shay chuckled, looking warmly at the infant as Olivia and Hayden made it unanimous, forgetting their troubles for a moment.

“It won’t be long now,” Roselyn told Joshua, wondering if the enormous smile he was sporting had something to do with so many gorgeous women making a fuss over him.

“No, it won’t,” Alicia agreed, turning her smile onto Roselyn.

* * * * * * * * * *

Fifteen minutes later, the six women had become four – Alicia and Roselyn had disappeared to another room, leaving Joshua in the capable hands of Blake Lively, Shay Mitchell, Hayden Panettiere and Olivia Wilde.

“So how do we keep the kid busy till they’re finished?” Shay asked.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:34:43 AM

“Maybe we could sing to him?” Hayden suggested.

“It’s always singing with you, isn’t it?” Olivia said. “Anyway, I can’t sing for shit.”

“Like that ever stopped Avril Lavigne,” Blake replied.

“Excuse me?!” Shay snapped.

“Chill, guys…” Olivia told them before Lavigne’s biggest fan could take action. “Maybe we could get him something to eat.”

“We haven’t got any baby food in there,” Hayden pointed out. “I’ll go and check Alicia’s-“

“WAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

Shay winced – toddlers crying went through her like a knife. Olivia looked like she desperately wanted to be somewhere else as well, and Hayden sped up her search of Alicia’s supplies. When it came to noisy kids, every second counted…  at least the kid didn’t sound like he needed to have his diaper changed. That, none of them was looking forward to doing. Going up against the cops and Mitra they could handle, but they could not put up with the literal kind of shit.

“Relax, ladies,” Blake said briskly as she unbuttoned her top. “I got this.”

Olivia and Shay’s attention went from Joshua to Blake as the moled blonde let out a full breast with one hand and scooped up the howling tot, resting him on her chest with his mouth near her nipple. The crying stopped like a tap had been turned off, the boy drawing Blake’s pokie between his lips and drinking her milk. He gurgled happily in her arms, his hands touching her chest as if she was his first love.

“I may not want kids of my own but I’ve done my share of babysitting,” Blake explained as Hayden, noticing the sudden calm, came back from the kitchen and watched the scene, mixing being impressed with knowing exactly how Joshua felt.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:35:39 AM

again as Roselyn thrust her tongue deep inside her sex, counting down the seconds until they could switch places and she’d be between her partner’s long limbs.

Maybe Roselyn was moving faster than she normally did because she knew they didn’t have too much time to waste – but she didn’t let her pace reduce the quality of her work. Alicia shook on the bed as she felt Roselyn’s mouth loving her, sending her to the heights sooner than she’d planned…

“Fast worker,” Shay commented as Alicia’s screams of passion burst from the bedroom, before glancing at Joshua, now fast asleep in Blake’s arms with a contented look on his face and a little milk still on his lips.

“How come he didn’t wake up?” Hayden asked.

“The way those two keep looking at each other? He’s probably used to it,” Olivia chuckled.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alicia was next to Roselyn as the gang gathered in the front room, the others sitting on the floor or on chairs with Joshua curled up on the sofa still asleep, a smile on his face all the while.

“Wonder what my little man’s dreaming of?” Roselyn said.

“I might have some idea…” Hayden laughed, eyeing Blake.

“So what’s the state of play?” Alicia asked.

“We’re going after Monica Bellucci,” Shay told her. “There’s a good chance she’ll be able to get hold of Rhona’s home address for us, but we’ve gotta get Monica after hours.”

“And we’ve only got two candidates for the job,” Olivia added.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:37:37 AM

“I could do it,” Alicia offered.

“NO!” Roselyn said sharply. “What possible excuse could you come up with? And suppose she thinks you’re working with us and calls the cops - who’s going to take care of Joshua then?”

“So that only leaves JoAnna and Troian,” said Hayden. “I say we should send JoAnna.”

“Why?” asked Blake.

“Because I don’t want baby girl risking herself any more than she already is,” replied the blonde.

“Same reason I’m voting for Troian,” Shay parried.

“Love’s grand, ain’t it?” Alicia said ruefully.

“I’ll say JoAnna,” Blake chipped in. “Monica wouldn’t have any reason to think she’s involved.”

“My vote’s for Troian,” said Olivia. “She could say it’s for Channel Five as part of a followup they’re doing on us.”

“Yeah, that could work,” Roselyn agreed. “Motion carried – Troian it is.”

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to do it,” Alicia said sarcastically.

“Troian can be pretty persuasive when she wants to,” Hayden assured her. “Plus with those legs maybe Monica’ll be so turned on she’ll just give her the information in return for some sexy funtime.”

“I could do with some sexy funtime now,” Olivia mused. “Maybe with Navi.”

“I thought you liked guys,” smiled Roselyn.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:38:18 AM

“I do, but…” Olivia smiled back. “It can get a little lonely sometimes, and she was pretty hot.”

“We’ll take care of you before this is all over, relax,” Shay chuckled.

“Something else we have to take care of,” Roselyn continued. “Blake? It’s time.”

Shay gulped, hoping no one had noticed, as the tall blonde headed to the kitchen.

“She had me do this the day we got here,” Blake explained to Alicia en route. “Saving them for when we couldn’t hold off any longer.”

“Hold off what?” Mrs. Sanchez-in-waiting asked as Blake returned, the wooden ends of five matches sticking out of her clenched right fist.

“Hold off the draw to see which one of us sends Rhona Mitra to hell,” Roselyn explained. “Whoever gets the burnt match gets the job.”

“And if it’s Megan or Emma, she gets to lower the boom when we get them out,” Olivia added. “I’m going to draw for Megan, Hayden’s got Emma.”

Blake looked at the five matches she’d just swizzled around with her eyes shut as the other women gathered close around her, their fingers ready. “All right guys, on three… one… two… THREE.”

Each woman went for a match, and a moment later Blake let out a relieved sigh on seeing she’d drawn an unlit one.  Alicia also looked happy to see Roselyn’s hand brandishing her similarly unused match; Roselyn Sanchez had never gone in for murder, and despite the circumstances Alicia didn’t want her to start now.

Shay Mitchell sat there as if she was all alone, staring at her match.

And the blackened stump at its tip.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:39:11 AM

* * * * * * * * * *

“So how’s the next Megyn Kelly?” Ashley’s mother asked.

“Mom, I’m not there yet,” Ashley replied, wishing they were chatting on the phone and not via Skype so she could grimace the way she always wanted to whenever anyone mentioned Fox News. “Getting a step closer though…”

“Oh?” asked Mom.

“The station manager called me in today,” the blonde continued. “Apparently TPTB at the network got in touch and-“

“TPTB?”

“The powers that be,” Ashley translated.  “Anyway, they’re looking to get reporters for their national news show and guess who’s on their list?”

“So the whole country’s going to be seeing my baby?” the Benson maternal unit smiled. “All the way to the top, Ashley!”

“Hang on a minute,” her daughter said briskly. “I’ll have to call you back - I’ve got to take this message…”

This message was an indication that there was another person who wanted to have a video chat. Normally Ashley would’ve been fine with dividing her attention between the two people on the other end, but the person wanting to talk wasn’t inclined to share. Or wait.

“Is it work-related?” Mom asked.

“Oh yeah,” Ashley said. “Call you back, ‘kay? Love you!”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:39:40 AM

“I love you, baby! Knock ‘em dead!” Her mother’s fist punching the air was the last thing Ashley saw before closing that window, and clicking open the other one.

Ashley kept her smile intact, as much as she didn’t want to – just because she owed Rhona Mitra a lot didn’t mean she had to like her. Or the woman sitting next to her in the back of their limousine, sporting a grin with truly astonishing shit-eating capabilities and radiating MILF waves – something the young man sitting in between them looked very aware of. If only he knew he was catching a ride with two Grade A cunts… Ashley couldn’t say “Poor kid,” but she could think it.

“Hello, Miss Benson,” Rhona said without smiling, even though she had her hand stroking the poor kid’s right thigh. “I trust tonight’s top story will be what we discussed?”

“Signed, sealed and delivered,” Ashley assured her.

Since becoming a marquee name, Ashley had been getting some influence in how the main news bulletins were ordered and shown on air. Not enough to be in charge every single night because even Ashley knew there were limits to the weight that could be thrown around, but enough to make sure that one R. Mitra’s interests were pretty well represented. Tonight, for instance, would give prominence to the brutal murder of several gang members visiting San Francisco; they had all been found in one location, each shot in the head like it was Mexico or something.

The members belonged to one of Rhona’s rivals elsewhere in the state, arranged so said rival would understand just who was in charge around here – as well as to send a message to the people from Nevada that she was currently in negotiations with, message being that they WOULD handle things her way or not at all. This would also be beneficial for Rhona’s female friend, who smiled up at Ashley; since Carol Vorderman had had some trouble in the past from the same group, this was a bit of a weight off her shoulders.

“That won’t be a problem,” Ashley assured Rhona.

“Of course not,” Rhona replied. “This is my friend Carol Vorderman; her husband is a very big fan of your body.”

“Of work, obviously,” Carol added with a knowing smirk.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:40:21 AM

“Yeah. Of work,” said Ashley.

“This young man is one of her interns,” Rhona continued, as the guy waved at Ashley. “He’s a man of few words… or should that be no words, because he lacks the ability to speak.”

“But he’s better at his job than many people who can,” Carol continued.  “And he never wastes time on the phone.”

Lowering her voice to a stage whisper, Carol added “Plus he has a beautiful cock on him.”

“Carol!” Rhona said in mock anger. “You’re a married woman!”

“He knows, and he doesn’t mind – do you Scott?”

Scott, smiling sheepishly, shook his head as Ashley resisted the temptation to put her head in her palms. Although she had to admit he was pretty damn tasty, she had had these meetings before and she knew what was coming.

“Carol and I have had a rather stressful morning,” Rhona continued, “and we need something to help us relax. Something non-alcoholic, preferably.”

“What’s your poison?” Ashley asked, as if she didn’t know.

“Stand up,” Rhona said.  “And step back from the screen until I tell you to stop.”

The blonde got up and moved away, walking backwards and hating how her screen was so large; Rhona and Carol’s faces would get small, but not small enough.

“Stop,” said Rhona. “Now please show Miss Vorderman your legs.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:41:09 AM

Ashley had come to work that day in a pantsuit; a nice dark brown number. Remembering to keep a smile on her face as if she couldn’t wait to do it, she unzipped the pants and stepped out of them, displaying her lithe pins and silken panties. Carol’s grin became wider as Ashley told herself not to let cracks show – she was fine with showing off what she had, but she preferred it on her own terms.

“Scott never stops smiling when he watches you,” Carol said. “He really wants to see your breasts. So does hubby. And so do I,” she added, a hungry look on her face.

“You know what to do,” Rhona added.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ashley said quietly, hating it more and more as she unbuttoned her shirt. Most of all she hated how she had decided to go braless today, a decision she really hadn’t regretted until now. Rhona and Carol’s eyes zeroed in on Ashley’s perky breasts as she let the shirt slide off her onto the floor, putting the palms of her hands underneath them and letting them jiggle a little, her smile getting a little genuine (she loved fondling herself, even if it was for people she didn’t like).

“Leave us now,” Rhona told Scott. Without a word, the young man exited the limousine, letting his eyes flick briefly Benson-wards.

“I wish my boobs still looked like that,” Carol said, not paying the slightest attention to Scott’s departure. “If she was here with us, I would be licking on those for days.”

“Why, thank you,” Ashley replied, wishing it had been from that cute guy they had just booted out.

“My husband has never been sure what he should be more impressed by,” Carol continued, “your screen personality or your bottom. Perhaps you should let us see the latter just to be sure.”

Ashley pivoted around and crouched down out of webcam range, slipping off her panties before rising, her bare backside hitting the centre of Rhona and Carol’s viewing screen.

“Oh my,” Carol smiled. “Definitely your bottom.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:41:56 AM

The blonde bent herself forward, thrusting her behind forward and spreading it open. Rhona nodded approvingly; she hadn’t had to urge her on this time.  Both women studied Ashley’s snatch and backdoor, Carol licking her lips.

Ashley couldn’t see Carol leaning forward to kiss the screen image of her asshole, for which she was grateful – but she could see the door open, and Scott come in. How many copies of her key had Rhona made, anyway? She didn’t dare ask – she only knew that like the other times this had happened, there was nothing she could do about it. Still, as the boy came towards her while removing his clothes, Ashley reflected that it could have been worse. Hell, it HAD been worse.

Some of them had been much, much worse. This guy Scott though… Ashley had to admit that what he was displaying as he shed his clothes wasn’t bad at all; he looked like he spent a fair bit of time at the gym when he wasn’t doing whatever Vorderman told him to do. He took care of his teeth as well, as Ashley saw when he smiled at her, his eyes sparkling as he took in her nakedness. Almost as much as hers were on taking in his.

“That’s a nice package he has there, isn’t it?” Carol asked Ashley.

“Oh yeah,” the reporter replied, estimating his cock was about a seven-incher. Not the biggest she’d had, but she could take that in no problem.

“Unfortunately this isn’t about what you want,” Rhona said. “It’s about what we want. So no head for him today.”

“Shit,” Ashley thought behind the smile.

“Show the nice man your bottom, Ashley,” Carol said cheerily. “Don’t worry, we know you have to prepare for the evening’s broadcast – he’s not going to sodomize you.”

“Thank you,” the blonde said, daintily twirling around and presenting her rear view to the lad. Keeping the smile up, Ashley pretended she didn’t see Carol leaning forward and touching the screen on a spot which would have corresponded with where her vagina was on their image.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 11:51:16 AM

Scott showed he believed in action, rather than words, by moving right behind her and kissing her shoulderblades while his arms encircled her front, cupping her breasts in his hands. He squashed them and fondled them, getting her nipples in between two fingers of each hand. Ashley turned to face him, wishing that they weren’t in front of the webcam so she could keep the two criminals from seeing everything.

Ashley kissed Scott as he moved his fingers around her body; she didn’t know why he wasn’t speaking, and she didn’t care. Scott returned the kiss before starting to taste her jugs, one hand fondling her butt and the other heading between her legs, enjoying how moist she was getting there. Ashley took his cock in her hand, feeling its long hardness continuing to swell as she stroked it. It was so rare to come across a cute guy who had some serious baggage in his trousers; if she hadn’t had an audience she’d have popped this in her mouth and sucked him dry.

Scott’s hands both moved onto Ashley’s ass, lifting her up and setting her onto the table with her legs opened slightly – just enough for him to get access. Ashley reflected that it was fortunate you couldn’t zoom in with webcams, or they might have tried to get a closeup of the guy’s erection going inside her… her closed eyes and open mouth relayed that moment perfectly to Rhona and Carol, the latter blissfully remembering the last time she’d been on the receiving end of that organ.

Ashley ground back against Scott as he began to pump her. She fondled his body, not letting herself be distracted by the lipstick mark on one of his shoulders (a souvenir from that morning, the last time he and Carol had fucked) as she felt him filling the spot between her legs. In and out it went, building up the rhythm as he ground against her; every stroke heated her up more as she waited for the inevitable.

Unbeknownst to Ashley, Rhona actually could zoom in – thereby getting herself a perfect close shot of Scott’s lengthy rod sliding in and out of the reporter’s soaking blonde pussy. He was thrusting it in her up to his balls, and gradually getting faster; her eyes were watching the cock going back and forth with no little envy.

“How long can he go for?” Rhona asked Carol in a low voice, the better to keep Ashley from hearing.

“If I hadn’t done him before we arrived, probably half an hour,” her friend replied. “He’ll be finished soon, I think.”

Indeed, he was already starting to thrash beside Ashley, the blonde reporter clutching and clawing him as she bucked against his body, wishing that just once Rhona would let her hook up again with the guys she’d procured for their pleasure. He was heating up her box for days, and she loved how Scott’s hot cock felt inside her so much that she wouldn’t have minded if he came inside her and the hell with condoms…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:33:22 PM

“NOOOO!!!!” Ashley wailed, feeling him move all the way back and out. The guy may have been considerate enough not to want to impregnate her, but this was about what SHE wanted – and she didn’t want Scott to pull out right on the verge of leaving his payload inside her. Screw what Rhona said, she wanted and needed that juice… mid-orgasm she quickly dropped to her knees as Scott moved off the desk and stood on the floor.

She was fast, but Scott was faster – before she had time to risk Rhona’s wrath by gulping his jizz, the white stream shot out of his tip, splattering Ashley’s face. With his right hand clutching his shaft, Scott guided the creamy fluid along her face, sending it along her cheeks, lips and nose, with some of it even landing in her hair. And it and he just kept on coming… holy guacamole, how long could this go on? Ashley wasn’t crazy about bukkake, but what she tasted of him was so good that she could forgive him. Especially with how she was feeling inside in general and between her legs in particular.

Rhona could also forgive Ashley for trying to have a gobble, because of how she was capturing the whole display for posterity; as she had done each time Ashley performed for her, she stopped the recording.

“This one’s a keeper,” Carol laughed.

“They all are,” Rhona assured her softly. “For insurance. Just in case Miss Benson should get a little above herself.”

The women watched as Ashley, flushed with the afterglow, kissed Scott’s shaft while forcing herself to leave it at that. “Nice…” she breathed, looking up at him and unable to think of anything else to say. Scott didn’t have to say anything – his huge smile did it all.

As the blonde got up, she thought that all of this would come to a stop someday… that someday she’d be completely untouchable. And when that day came, she’d think of a way to get Rhona Mitra off her back without getting herself killed. It would be hard, but Ashley Benson knew you could do anything if you wanted it badly enough. Yeah, she owed where she was now to Rhona, but it didn’t mean she was stuck with her for life.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:34:24 PM

“Thank you, Ashley,” Rhona said calmly. “Scott, I’ll see you shortly.” And ignoring whatever Ashley was about to say, she terminated the connection.

“Putting out sex tapes would embarrass her, I agree,” Carol said thoughtfully, “but it wouldn’t be the end of her career. It’s not like she’s sleeping with Shetland ponies or Dobermans or whatever.”

“No, Miss Benson has not made love to a creature,” Rhona agreed. “Yet.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Kate Mara looked so girly you’d have thought she’d yowl or something at how hot the coffee was, so it always kind of impressed Troian Bellisario that she could drink it so easily. It helped that it was a whole lot better than the kind she’d had to put up with at Channel 7, yeah, but still.

Troian wasn’t really in the mood for talking any more than Kate was. No one liked having to read news stories about missing people being found dead, but it was much, much worse when it was someone you knew; it had taken all of Kate’s professional poise to relay the news about the search for the long-missing Katy Bailey having come to a tragic end that morning. She didn’t care if Katy worked for a rival station and she didn’t care what Miss Bailey liked to put inside her body, Katy had been a friend… to disappear off the face of the earth after being fired, and then turn up in a field by the Mexican border – she didn’t deserve that.

And Troian, who HAD been a colleague of the late Miss Bailey, had shed tears freely when Kate read the story, being thankful that she was behind the cameras. Kate, who’d done a little crying of her own after the news, was grateful for the company that lunchtime – even though the two hadn’t said anything, just sat there in the diner having coffee and silently commiserating.

Troian heard the phone in her pocket, indicating a message was coming in. It could wait till she got home.

Even if it WAS from Hayden.

* * * * * * * * * *

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:36:26 PM

Jessica Alba and Julie Bowen were another pair having some coffee, as the two stood in the corridor on their break.

“So you’re still looking to get a transfer?” Jessica asked Julie.

“Yeah; maybe to a men’s prison this time,” the blonde laughed. “Seriously, my fiancé really wants me to get another gig. Says being associated with the big breakout makes me look bad.”

“Not as bad as it makes Winslet look, and she’s staying around…”

Jessica and Julie paused to watch a small, slim, sexy blonde dressed for success briskly pass them by, a somewhat pissed-off look on her face. Both guards watched her walk up the corridor before Julie shook herself out of it.

“Not three-way material, not three-way material,” she told herself hastily.

“You hold that thought,” said Jessica, dumping her emptied cup in the trashcan before heading up the corridor herself…

“Great legs,” Helen Mirren murmured as she passed by Agent Kristen Bell on her way to the gym.

“Thank you,” Kristen replied, on her way to the courtyard.

At least there was an English blonde at Remy Hadley who was happy to see her; even though she’d arranged beforehand to visit Warden Winslet for some more questions, Kristen had been kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Seriously, how long could a meeting be?

“Well, THAT was a waste of time,” Kristen muttered, heading to the helicopter as her hair blew into her face, thanks to a sudden blast of wind. As the helicopter started up, she reflected that she couldn’t even come back with a warrant…

“AGENT BELL! AGENT BELL!”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:37:16 PM

The hair still in her face, Kristen brushed it aside and saw a woman racing towards her – one of the guards, and a pretty foxy one at that; long brown hair, the kind of coffee complexion other Latinas would kill for, and lips that under other circumstances she would’ve kissed for days. So why was she in such a hurry to talk to her? Declaration of love?

“What can I do for you?” Kristen asked as Jessica Alba caught up with her.

“I tried to talk to you last time you and the other two were here, but by the time I was through clearing some stuff up you were gone,” Jessica panted.

“Call me when I get back down – I really gotta go…”

“This can’t wait!” Jessica interrupted. “It’s about Scarlett getting beaten up…”

“We’re working on it,” Kristen assured her. “When we find the San Fran 8 we’ll find out which one of them hurt Johansson.”

“That’s just it! It wasn’t any of them!”

Kristen hesitated for a moment, and then shouted to the pilot “SHUT IT DOWN!” before turning back to the anxious guard.

“What do you mean, it wasn’t any of them?” the agent asked. “We heard from Scarlett herself that one of them did it after they gangbanged her during the breakout.”

“Scarlett’s always been willing to be a little… friendly with the prisoners, all right? That much’s true. And she got knocked out, yeah, but it didn’t last long and Cate called us all together to go after them, and she called Scarlett into the locker room and…” Jessica swallowed. “We all heard Cate Blanchett beating the shit out of her. I swear she would’ve killed her if she’d gone on-“

“And none of you went in there to stop her?” Kristen interrupted.

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“Cate is one seriously scary fucker,” Jessica told her. “None of us wanted to be on the receiving end of that stick of hers, not after what she did to Summer Glau…”

“But she told us that it was one of the prisoners!”

“WHICH ONE?!?” Jessica shouted. “If Scarlett had wanted to say which one it was, she’d have said! So which one did she say do it?!”

Kristen stood there for a moment, before taking out her card. “You call me when I get back to base,” she told Jessica. “I want you to come down and make a statement… you ready to do that?”

“Definitely,” the guard replied. “I’ll be ringing you when I sign out.”

“Thanks,” Kristen finished, before nodding to the pilot as Jessica walked away, tucking the card into her top.

As Kristen boarded the chopper, the two things that had occurred to her following what Jessica had said kept turning over in her head – one, there was no reason for Scarlett not to at least try to name the prisoner who’d beaten her. And two, Kristen hadn’t PERSONALLY spoken to her…

…but Beverley Mitchell had. She made a note to ask her exactly what Scarlett had said.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dr. Freema Agyeman finished making her notes on the patients’ progress, the calm and professionally detached look on her face hiding her relief. She was a doctor and she liked to keep a distance, but she still didn’t like to lose any patient.

She could see Jennifer Lawrence’s bed from her office; the young prisoner had been on the uptick over the past few hours. The doctor had been silently rooting for her the most – anyone who landed on Jaime Pressly didn’t deserve to die young, good or not.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:38:41 PM

Dr. Agyeman had promised to keep Scarlett’s family informed on the woman’s condition, and though the young guard wasn’t out of the woods yet it was promising. Better yet, the views of all concerned that Cate Blanchett was a fighter were true – she’d stabilized, and one of the nurses had even claimed to have heard her mumble something. Dr. Agyeman had put that down to the fetish Nurse Watts had for Australians - until she heard Blanchett mumbling herself.

Though the doctor wasn’t the type to cross her fingers, she was willing to lay money on both guards at least being able to talk in the next few days.

* * * * * * * * * *

As the programme started, Olivia Wilde squirmed in her chair.

“Yeah, I hate this show myself,” Roselyn said sympathetically.

“It’s not that…” Olivia replied, reaching into her pants pocket. “The phone’s on maximum vibration, AGAIN.” That last word was accompanied by a glare aimed at Hayden as she pulled the phone out.

“Hey, what’s up?...It’s for you.” Olivia handed the phone to Miss Panettiere. “Your girlfriend. And turn it down a notch next time.”

“Sorry,” Hayden mouthed. “Hey, Troian…”

“Did I wake you up?” the brunette asked from her bed.

“Nah, we’re all still watching TV till we drop off. I can’t sleep anyway.”

“You heard about Katy, huh?”

“Yeah,” said the blonde. “Poor girl – I was kinda hoping she’d turn up… you know. I wish I could get in touch with the family…”

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“I heard Channel 7 dedicated the main news to her,” Troian added. “Even after they fired her.”

“Bastards,” Hayden said about her former employers.

“Ain’t that the truth,” agreed Troian, pausing before continuing.  “I got your message… what’s the job?”

“We have to get Mitra’s home address… how do you feel about paying a visit to a hot Italian realtor?” asked Hayden.

“At home or at work?”

“It’s gotta be at home. Ideally without Mrs. Grande around.”

“Get it by any means necessary, right?” Troian asked, allowing herself to smile.

“Lady’s the winner,” replied Hayden.

“I’m on it,” her girlfriend assured her.

“We all owe you big time. Vaya con Dios, Troian.”

“You too, baby girl,” said the brunette. “You too.”

* * * * * * * * * *

There weren’t enough chairs in Jessica Biel’s office for everyone there to sit down, so someone had to be the loser. Tammin Sursok wasn’t sure how she’d become that loser, but at least she could now literally look down on Beverley Mitchell.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:40:27 PM

“So what’s so important that we had to get in here first thing in the morning?” Kristen Bell asked Jessica.

“We’ve finally gotten a break in the Mitra case,” Jessica answered. “Tell ‘em, BJ.”

“We got ourselves a witness,” Tammin told them, managing to put on enough of her professional face to hide the joy she was feeling at being the centre of attention for reasons related to her job for once. “She used to work at the Spectacular-“

“Lemme guess, a waitress?” Kristen interrupted.

“She was one of the strippers, all right?” Tammin headed her off with. “Her name’s Victoria Justice, and she was one of the regular girls who our friend Rhona Mitra had some fun with. She got in touch with me just after we got back from LA-“

“Why you?” Kristen interrupted.

“Do that again and I’ll make you eat Rebel Wilson’s ass until she screams,” Jessica chided the agent. “Go on, BJ.”

“Anyway,” Tammin continued, enjoying the look of absolute disgust on Kristen’s face, “Victoria’s seen Rhona hanging around with like this all-star squad of California’s Most Wanted - Carol Vorderman, Beyonce Knowles, Oprah Winfrey, Stephanie Seymour, Kris Jenner… the girl’s had to get up close and personal with some of them herself, because Rhona likes to make her staff ‘available.’”

“With WINFREY?!” Kristen groaned. “Poor kid.”

“She may have seen them together, but that’s not enough by itself,” Beverley said.

“Is fucking young women enough?” Tammin asked. “Because Victoria’s had front row for Rhona and some of her cronies pulling that as well. More than once – apparently Mitra likes it when people watch, especially if they look like Victoria.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:41:33 PM

“So? That’s not a crime,” Kristen pointed out.

“It is when the girls aren’t even 15,” Tammin replied quietly.

“Whoa,” the blonde said. “Did NOT know she swung that way.”

“She swings all ways,” Tammin said. “And one more thing… Victoria has a feeling she saw Rhona have someone killed.”

“No way!” Beverley cried.

“Yes way. Victoria had had a session with Mitra and another of the women called Charisma Carpenter, and she heard Rhona talking on the phone with someone – Victoria thinks she was called Julianne. Anyway, Rhona told her to take care of this person called Tracy Mills.”

“Tracy Mills…” Jessica mused. “That name rings a bell.”

“She was the one in line for warden at Remy Hadley,” Kristen said. “The one who took a dive off the Golden Gate. Guess we know now it wasn’t jump or fall, more like push.”

“This is still all hearsay,” Beverley protested. “You haven’t got any real proof.”

“But we’ve got somewhere to start looking now,” Jessica replied. “Does she know any of these girls’ names? The ones Rhona was babyfucking?”

“Yeah, she’s got some,” Tammin said.

“We’ll have to get her down here so we can get the whole story,” Jessica continued.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:42:20 PM

“Already taken care of,” the agent replied with a warm smile. “Victoria Justice is in the city right now… she’s staying with me until we can get her to testify. Girl wants Rhona Mitra taken down even more than Kristen does.”

“As of now, your place will be under 24-hour surveillance,” Jessica said, picking up her phone. “Can you trust her not to go anywhere, or should I have someone staying with her when you’re not there?”

“Victoria trusts me like she doesn’t trust her old boss,” said the agent. “She’ll stick around.”

“If she’s staying with you she must REALLY trust you,” Kristen laughed. “She pretty?”

“She gorgeous,” Tammin replied, hoping she wasn’t sounding too enthusiastic.

* * * * * * * * * *

“You gotta hand it to BJ,” Kristen told Beverley a few moments after Jessica had shooed them all out. “Thinking that trip to LA got us nothing but some more Frequent Flyer miles and all the time she was getting us a little crack in Rhona’s suit of armour. Almost proud of her.”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” Beverley replied.

“Before you dash, I got something I wanna ask you,” Kristen continued.

“Gotta keep,” her colleague replied. “Nature calls…”

Watching her race to the ladies’ room, Kristen chuckled. Serve her right for not draining before she left home.

Safely ensconced in the stall, Beverley plucked her cellphone from her top…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:43:07 PM

“And you can’t volunteer to be Miss Justice’s part-time guard?” Rhona Mitra asked once she’d been apprised of recent developments.

“I’m too busy around here,” Beverley said. “Besides, BJ already doesn’t trust me.”

“Your trust issues with her are of less importance than that little tart not wrecking my life,” Rhona replied icily. “Deal with her.”

“I can find a way,” Beverley assured her.

“And if you have to get rid of Agent Sursok…”

“I hope it’ll come to that,” Beverley said. “I got the boss around my little finger and on her back, but if BJ keeps snooping around someone’ll start taking her seriously one day.”

“Why do you keep calling her BJ?” Rhona asked.

“Short for Blow Job Lips,” the agent replied, keeping herself from adding “I keep telling you this.”

“However you handle it, try to make it look like an accident. I’m sure you can do that.”

“It might not have to be,” Beverley suggested thoughtfully. “Scared witness, in a house with a gun… she and BJ argue, Victoria goes for the gun… and then she’s all ‘What have I done?’ and turns it on herself.”

The line was silent for a few moments, but Beverley knew better than to hang up.

“Yes,” Rhona replied. “Yes, that would work. An emotionally fragile young woman in a situation like this, coupled with a pressured FBI agent she’s involved with…”

“Plus she’s a stripper. And you know what they’re like,” Beverley laughed.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:44:07 PM

If she could have seen Rhona, she’d have been rewarded with a little knowing smile.

* * * * * * * * * *

With Kristen Bell’s card in one hand, Jessica Alba stood by the phone in her living room – all she had to do was pick it up and call.

What was stopping her was the content of the simple brown envelope she had in her other hand. Normally not getting any bills was a good thing, but today she’d have swapped what she’d found by her door for a Final Demand – it was a simple brown envelope, with nothing inside but a signed picture of her sister. It had been taken when sis was leaving work to get home to her husband and children, and it had not been signed by the picture’s subject; whoever had taken it had written “Not a word” on the glossy print.

Jessica knew from the second she saw it what this was about. Had it been a threat to her own life it would have been one thing, but going after her family was something else… she was a brave woman, but she did NOT want to drag the people she loved into this. Slowly she crumpled Kristen’s card up.

“Good girl,” the woman who’d dropped off the envelope - Julie Bowen -  said amiably. “I knew you’d see sense.”

“Just leave them alone,” Jessica said dully.

“Of course we will,” her fellow guard smiled. “You can count on it… now.”

* * * * * * * * * *

House rules, Emma Roberts reflected. She hadn’t even interrupted Rhona Mitra that time, and now here she was not being able to do anything but look at Hannah Davis.

Twenty minutes before, a dark-haired woman with large breasts on a small frame – she’d brought Emma her dinner the night before and called herself Emily Ratajkowski – had given the safecracker an injection

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of something just as she woke up. Whatever it was, at least it wasn’t an air bubble; Emily had assured her that it was just to keep her quiet, because Mistress Rhona wanted her at rest for this.

Emma wasn’t so much at rest as at not being able to move, and “this” had turned out to be Hannah Davis several feet away from her bed, stark naked and on her knees. That in itself could and should have been fun, except that Hannah was being fondled by Rhona’s ladyfriend – though fondling was an understatement for what Rosie Huntington-Whiteley was doing, since she was down on her knees with her face buried deep inside Hannah’s ass, her tongue licking away on the woman’s quim beneath as her fingers probed Hannah’s flesh. Rosie was clearly loving herself some fruit from the U.S. Virgin Islands.

The safecracker’s eyes rested on Hannah’s nipples, rock hard and erect with all the loving Rosie was giving her – Emma was so jealous of Rosie right now, and she was wishing that she could give Hannah some action like that. Emma took her eyes on a tour of Hannah’s body, from her lovely little face and its piercing green eyes, down her lithe form to her legs. Even the scars she had on them didn’t ruin it…

The scars. Emma stared at those scars running along the top of Hannah’s left thigh; her uniforms had kept them out of sight but now there they were. Kind of like the one Emma had on her butt, but longer – and in a row, as if someone had…

She tried to tell herself that Rosie or Rhona hadn’t had anything to do with them, that Hannah had just had some kind of accident with a rake or something. She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t more like the visions that were suddenly filling her head, visions of Hannah being at Rosie’s mercy – Hannah being whipped, Hannah having pliers on her breasts, Hannah being forced to put things in her holes that she didn’t want there…

Hannah’s sighs and groans built up as Rosie began to kiss her way up the woman’s back, taking her own sweet time about it and pressing her small rack onto Hannah’s flesh.  When she reached the shoulderblades, Rosie turned to look at her audience.

“You’re lucky Roni doesn’t want me to play with her,” the English blonde giggled. “Not right now, anyway. Otherwise I’d have brought my special toys.”

Ever since Olivia Wilde had told them the story of how she’d been put in prison, Emma had never forgotten what Rosie meant by “playing.” The thought of that monster being turned loose on sweet little Hannah would, in a perfect world, have been enough to wipe out the drugs in her system – in THIS world, however, all she could do was watch Rosie kiss Hannah’s neck, before her nurse turned her face to look at Rosie and kiss her on the lips, tongue and everything as if she really wanted to do it.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:45:30 PM

Rosie’s left hand strayed down Hannah’s body to between her legs, where she made a fist and rested it on the other woman’s pussy. Then she slowly extended its middle finger, sinking it deep inside Hannah while her free hand felt around the floor searching for the one toy she had brought with her. Emma could see the sizeable dildo a few inches away, and had it been someone she actually liked rather than Rosie she’d have shouted “Colder! Colder! Warmer! WARMER! YEAH, BOILING HOT!” to guide the Huntington-Whiteley fingers on their journey.

Hannah’s hands rested on Rosie’s small jugs, squeezing them.

“C’mon, Hannah,” Rosie breathed, sliding her finger out to the middle knuckle and moving it back in again as her thumb found Hannah’s clit. “You can do it harder than that… you know how I like it.”

Rosie knew that Hannah actually couldn’t do it harder than that what with her having all the brute force of a particularly drowsy snail, but it was fun to feel her try. And it was even more fun to feel her digit inside this lovely Caribbean girl – no wonder she was so hot all the time. Looking into Hannah’s eyes and giving her love button a good flick and rub, Rosie found that dildo – out of her line of vision, but she knew which direction it was pointing.

With Hannah’s gorgeous cunt otherwise occupied, Rosie slipped the dildo into her mouth and gave it the blowjob treatment, working it around her tongue and fitting most of it inside until it was thoroughly lubed up. Then, still fingering the US Virgin babe, Rosie moved the dildo behind Hannah and positioned it on the cleft of her ass. Rosie kissed Hannah as she started to push it up her behind, slowly and steadily sliding it into her.

“Ooooohhh….” Hannah gasped from the dual assault, before she gave Rosie a little lovebite on her left breast as the willowy blonde started to move away from her. Hannah kissed Rosie’s chest, bending forward and moving further south as the other woman kept her fingers around Hannah’s crotch for as long as she could be comfortable, all the while with Rosie’s other hand inserting the dildo up Hannah.

Within moments Hannah was bent to an angle bringing her in line with Rosie’s pussy; as her tongue started savouring her box, Rosie was bent over herself above Hannah’s back, her boobs hanging down and brushing the flesh as she rested one hand on a buttcheek and the other on the dildo, thrusting it as far into Hannah’s behind as it could go. They made for a good circuit – Rosie’s little gasps as Hannah licked her out matching Miss Davis’s cries as she was sodomized, which drove her to eat Rosie further with each stroke, every thrust being a little more urgent than the last. Rosie shoved it harder and faster, driving through Hannah’s asshole like an engine and leaving little kisses on the small of her back as she listened to the other woman’s rising moans and cries.

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Clutching Rosie’s legs, Hannah eagerly sucked and tasted her snatch while flooding Rosie with compliments. “Oh Rosie, this is SO sweet… I could eat this all day… and that feels so good… so, SOOOOO goooooOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD….!!!!” Hannah forgot all about speaking as she felt herself reaching the heights – this fine English pussy plus the way she was getting fucked meant she had to come now… she couldn’t wait any longer…

All it took was one more stroke, and Hannah howled into Rosie’s pussy as the joy filled her body. She almost drew blood from gripping Rosie’s legs so hard, and the feel of two solid nipples on her back wasn’t helping… except it kind of was. Hannah quaked underneath Rosie as the Englishwoman pulled the dildo out of her gaping back door with a satisfied sigh, letting Hannah slowly come back up and rest against Rosie. Emma’s snatch was almost as soaked as Hannah’s; she wanted to do some of those things to Hannah Davis herself. Damn those drugs…

“Are you feeling better now?” Rosie asked the patient, one arm around the hyperventilating Hannah.

“Yeah, until you showed up,” Emma replied, not letting on how jealous she was.

“My fame precedes me,” the Englishwoman giggled. “I’ve got to change for your friend down the hall... Hannah, Paula’ll arrive shortly to take up where I left off. You haven’t met Paula Patton yet, have you? You’ll like her.”

“When am I going to get to join in…?” Emma asked.

“When you agree to join us outside the bedroom,” Rosie replied. “Until then, you can look all you want but Hannah’s beautiful body will be off limits to you. Direct orders from Roni.”

Emma shifted her gaze to Hannah, who – fucked as she had been into submission – could do nothing but nod. But as Rosie walked up to her bed, Emma noticed with no small touch of relief that Hannah’s eyes were showing exactly how she really felt.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:46:46 PM

Then she couldn’t see Hannah’s eyes, because the willowy English blonde rolled the supine Emma onto her front. Lying there, unable to do anything, she rolled her eyes as Rosie took in her bare behind, resting the palm of a hand on it.

“I could have so much fun with this now, if you just agreed to play along,” Rosie sighed. “Hannah has a nice one as well, doesn’t she?”

Rosie wielded the dildo that had been previously inside Hannah, and ran it along Emma’s ass cleft as the bedridden young woman resigned herself to being ruthlessly cornholed. She instinctively gritted her teeth to keep from yelling when Rosie pushed it in…

Except it didn’t happen. Rosie tapped Emma’s butt with it before resting it by her snatch; she couldn’t help but feel relieved. Yes, she knew where that had been just now, but if Rosie was going to give it to her that way she didn’t mind in the slightest. If only it had been Hannah behind her right now… Emma waited for the first strokes to light her up.

“Say yes and you’ll get all you want and more from Hannah,” Rosie cooed as if reading her mind. “But not until then.”

Damn. The girl really was a sadist.

“I do hope you say yes,” Rosie finished. “I’d hate for Roni to have to set up another accident.” Bending down, she kissed Emma’s ass before she turned and left the room, Hannah watching the prisoner sympathetically.

It had only been a light touch, but those last few words left Emma feeling as if Rosie had just hit her with a demolition ball.

* * * * * * * * * *                                           
Unlike Emma Roberts, Megan Fox had never been able to get enough if any sleep for however long she’d been in this room. It seemed like someone was always in there, putting clamps on her tits or playing with her snatch – tying her down at all hours of the day or night. The only time she ever got a break was when she got to shower, and even then someone was always with her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:47:39 PM

The weird thing was, that someone was always Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. While a small part of her was impressed that someone so skinny was so inexhaustible, most of Megan was on the verge of begging her to stop. And not in the way a masochist stopped by bringing her just to the edge of pleasure and then pulling back to keep her from coming… although Rosie, damn her, did that as well.

And now here was Megan, disorientated and sweaty, up in the air and completely naked. She was hanging from ropes and cords attached to the ceiling, and she could hear a clacking sound coming down from the hallway. Megan knew who would be coming in – that English girl again, ready for some more fun…

The door was pushed open and Rosie entered, dressed as if she was about to go on a steeplechase. With her skintight trousers and  black sleeveless jacket over a white shirt, Miss Huntington-Whiteley certainly looked the part - but Megan knew from the look on her face that the only filly she had any interest in riding that morning was Megan Denise Fox. And that nasty-looking riding crop she was holding in one hand would be leaving its mark on her legs, her chest, possibly even her cunt.

In her other hand Rosie was carrying a vibrator, which Megan knew from experience she wouldn’t mind stuffing into one of her own orifices before inserting it into Miss Fox. And the girl always knew just when to pull it out, to leave her practically begging for more just so she could finally have some relief. Rosie kept her eyes on the captive as she walked across the floor, noting how the bonds had Megan’s legs apart so she could see EVERYTHING.

Wielding the crop, Rosie flicked it upwards, having the tip touch Megan’s button. It wasn’t there long enough to cause any pain, but Megan had a feeling that was about to change.

“C’mon, Megan… you can’t fight it forever,” Rosie whispered. “You want some of me, don’t you? Don’t be shy, you know you do.”

“No… I….” Megan said in between gasps.

“Yes, you do. I know you do. They all do. Just play along,” the blonde said, stroking Megan’s thighs with the crop. “Such a pretty filly… we could have so much fun together…”

Rosie switched on the vibrator, bringing the whirring device up towards Megan’s face.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:48:39 PM

“You work with this… and I’ll work with this,” Rosie added, indicating the crop.

Feeling the crop on her flesh, Megan reflected that she may have had difficulty telling David Cameron from David Blaine, but one thing Rosie knew was sex. And she was right – they could have fun together. Megan might even get to come once in a while, or more than once. But she’d have to be cut down first.

And as the vibrator moved towards the brunette, she knew there was only one way any of this would end…

 “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!” Megan screamed. “I’LL TELL YOU WHERE THEY ARE!”
* * * * * * * * * *
It came as no surprise to Troian Bellisario that a realtor would live in a house most people couldn’t afford. Two-level, not exactly sprawling but a LONG way from a hovel – she almost expected a butler to answer the door when she pressed the doorbell. Or at least a maid.
“Who is it?”
“Troian Bellisario from Channel 5,” she said into the speaker. “We spoke earlier…”
“Oh, yes.” The door buzzed, and Troian entered to find her stereotypes confirmed – this woman lived damn well from all the houses she’d sold. No marble staircases, thankfully, but plenty of expensive-looking shit around; a lot of beautiful works of art. And the most beautiful of all was walking towards her; if women could get erections, Troian’s would have been poking right out of her trousers. Monica Bellucci was THAT gorgeous.
“Thank you for taking the time to see me,” the young woman said as she tried to not be distracted by the Italian’s swaying hips.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Monica replied, shaking Troian’s hand. “I must admit I’m glad Ariana isn’t here tonight.”
“Is she your daughter?” Troian asked, and immediately kicked herself mentally. For all she knew Monica was the kind of woman who hit the roof at any suggestion she was that old.
“No, she’s my wife,” said Miss Bellucci with a smile. “She can get very angry at any mention of the San Francisco Eight. That’s why I haven’t told her about this.”
“This” was the Channel 5 story which Troian had approached her about a few days prior; with the gang back in the news again after the breakout the channel was doing a story on those who were peripherally involved and how their lives had changed, and Monica had agreed to be involved. Prior to her coming into the studio a little pre-interview had been set up, which was where Troian came in.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:49:23 PM

“Would you like something to drink before we start?” asked Monica.
“I’ll have whatever you want to have,” Troian replied. “I’m easy.”
“I have to admit I would not have expected you to be the one doing this,” the older woman added as she went to her drinks cabinet. “You being involved with one of the gang, after all.”
Troian, her eyes firmly fixed on Monica’s ass, kept herself from telling the woman that Hayden was not really part of the gang.
“When you mentioned your wife you sounded a little nervous,” Troian said.
“To tell you the truth, Ariana can be… oppressive sometimes,” Monica admitted, turning to the young woman with their drinks. “Especially when I’m around other women.”
“Is that her there?” asked Troian, indicating a framed picture on the mantelpiece.
“It is indeed.”
“She’s a cutie – you both have good taste.”
“Yes, but I learned early that the more attractive anyone around me is, the more uptight she can get. That… is another reason I’m glad she isn’t here.”
Troian did not miss Monica’s eyes glancing downwards – the dress she was wearing stopped above her knees, but she hadn’t intended to spend the day showing off her legs.
“Yes, she isn’t here now…” she said, before giving Monica the impression that she was snapping out of it. “We’ll just go through a few questions, then I can set the real thing up. And if you feel uneasy at any time, just say the word and we’ll end it right here.”
Monica sipped at her drink as Troian made herself comfortable in her chair. “I can handle this,” the realtor assured her. “It helps that you’re Italian, Miss Bellisario.”
“Thank you,” said Troian with a smile.
“My pleasure,” Monica replied, her eyes glancing down again. This time they stayed down a little longer, and Troian hadn’t even crossed her legs; when Monica looked up she saw Troian looking right back at her.
“Si può fare di più che guardare se volete,” the young woman told her, smile perfectly intact.
Monica drained her drink faster than she had planned to; being told she could do more than just look at Troian’s legs had done that to her.
“I can tell you want to,” Troian continued. “Relieve any pressure you might have about the interview… or something.”
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t,” Monica admitted. “But I happen to be married.”
“Happily married?” Troian asked gently. “Ariana sounds like the controlling type.”
“She can be difficult.”

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“I’m not,” Troian said. “Go on… I won’t tell her.”
Monica flashed back to that party she and Ariana had attended last year – the hostess was a wide-eyed thing called Emma Stone, who Monica had warmed to. It was just a friendly little kiss goodnight, not even on the lips… but Ariana had shot daggers at her and been a silent icicle all the way home. And that was just one kiss, not even romantic (unless Ariana’s family had some weird tradition where the facial cheeks were the most enticing part of the body). What Ariana would say if she could see what was happening now didn’t bear thinking about… but she couldn’t see what was happening now. Nor would she ever, since even someone as controlling as her didn’t leave cameras hidden all over the place.
And Ariana wouldn’t be back for hours.
Monica set aside her drink and knelt down in front of Troian, scanning the young woman’s slim stems. Troian uncrossed them, the better for Monica to rest her hands on her thighs – and to look up her dress, which Monica couldn’t help doing. As her hands moved along the flesh, Monica had to admit she was a little disappointed to see that Troian was wearing panties… but then again, if she’d gone without it could have suggested she’d planned this all along.
Monica stroked Miss Bellisario’s legs all the way down and then up, savouring every inch as she stopped just short of Troian’s panties.
“You don’t have to stop…” Troian said huskily.
“I don’t want to,” Monica replied. “But I want you to… return the favour.” The older woman started to lift her dress up, exposing more and more of her pins.
“Damn…” Troian couldn’t help saying on seeing Monica’s fantastic legs, and found herself on her knees in front of her a little faster than she had planned.
Troian slipped her fingers under the edge of Monica’s panties. A huge, contented smile spread across her face when her fingertips felt the jungle within; she liked a neat pussy, but there was nothing wrong with running your fingers through a lovely silky snatch. Especially when what it was covering was so warm and moist. And as for the thighs on each side… Troian tried to keep from licking her lips.
“Perhaps we should continue this upstairs,” Monica suggested as Troian kissed her thighs, her fingertips moving further underneath the fabric.
“Will it taste better there?” Troian giggled.
“It might. It would certainly be more comfortable,” the realtor replied.
“When in Rome…” the younger woman laughed, getting up as Monica rose, slinking up the stairs like  a cat. Getting the animal metaphor completely wrong, Troian eagerly followed like a puppy, her eyes fixed on Monica’s rump swaying beneath her dress. She couldn’t resist giving it a little pat.
Monica turned back and smiled at her. “You can keep it on there,” she said. “I like it when people pay attention there as well as... you know.”
Thinking about Monica’s cleavage as she resumed stroking her ass, Troian knew. The woman’s butt was so soft and firm that she wouldn’t have minded if these stairs went on forever, instead of cutting off as

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:50:46 PM

they arrived on the upper floor, Troian following her hostess into the bedroom. Still, at least she had Monica’s unquestionably long, deep asscleft to look forward to.
Troian quickly emptied her dress pockets, dumping her cellphone, wallet and keys on the bedside table before pulling her dress over her head. She loved what she could see when the fabric was off her eyes; Monica was already down to her underwear. Even when she was offduty she was thinking of an audience; the woman had a very lacy bra failing to hide her matured rack and a thong. She had to be nearly 50 and she was rocking the thong… Troian paused in her undressing to watch Monica slip off her bra, counting her blessings as the woman unleashed her breasts before sliding the thong down her legs.
“Wow,” she said quietly, lost in admiration of Monica as the older woman walked towards her. Troian felt her heart beating faster as Monica undid her brassiere and slipped it down her body, her fingers on Troian’s flesh down to the edge of her panties; as their breasts touched, Troian tingled.
She kissed Monica as the latter’s fingers hooked Troian’s panties, including them in the journey down as Monica eyed the young woman’s trim, sleek form.
“I have to suck on these babies…” Troian whispered.
“Age before beauty,” Monica countered, nipping on Troian’s jugs as she moved down, her hands caressing the young woman’s thighs.
Licking her stomach, Monica couldn’t help comparing Troian’s stems to Ariana’s… long and slim, just like her beloved’s. In fact, that had been the first thing she’d noticed about Ariana when they’d met at that restaurant.
She had been in a bad place, having had a horrible day at work and been blown off by the woman she was supposed to be meeting. As the waiter left her table with her latest drink request, Monica reflected that no one was THIS late without doing it on purpose…
“Who’s the jerk?”
Monica snapped out of her thoughts to turn to the off-duty waitress at the next table. A very beautiful woman… woman? She looked more like a girl, with that angelic face, those huge brown eyes and a sweet little smile. On the other hand, the long legs she was sporting from the slip of a dress she had on couldn’t belong to a girl. At least, not anyone with parents who let her out of the house like that. Unless they were really liberal parents…
“C’mon, miss. Who stood you up?” the girl (WOMAN!) said amiably. “I’ve been there, I know what it’s like.”
“Well… she used to be a good friend…”
“I had a good friend like that once,” she replied. “Turned out to be the kind who loved and leaved.”
“At your age?” Monica said sympathetically.
“Yeah,” she replied as the waiter approached, carrying the customer’s drink. “I started out young... oh, Jim? That one’s on me.”
“No, that’s fine,” Monica said hastily.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:58:25 PM

“Don’t worry about it,” the waitress said airily. “I like buying drinks for ones like you.”
“Ones like me?” Monica repeated, trying not to be flattered. “You do realise that I’m—“
“Age never bothered me,” the girl – woman! – replied casually. “Plus I always liked older women.”
Monica Bellucci considered telling her that she didn’t like younger women – but she had been brought up never to lie.
Several drinks later, they had exchanged names and numbers; one thing led to another, and then the night came when Monica picked up Ariana after work. Monica expected to have to gently break her in, maybe even get a little nervous squeal as the girl tried something new; Ariana put up a good front, but Monica suspected that it was just that – a front.
To Monica’s complete surprise and delight, it turned out that despite her tender years and her not being old enough to drink, Ariana HAD done something like this before; not only had Ariana Grande known she preferred girls since she was old enough to walk, but underneath that innocent face was the soul of the devil. Monica had thought she could take rough stuff, but Ariana had wound up riding the older woman for hours.
To onlookers, including their families, their subsequent relationship was a cougar/kitten thing helped along by their impressive age (and height) difference. To Monica, Ariana was the one in charge behind the doors; she adored being with this lovely young woman, and would have gone to the ends of the earth for her. The trouble was, Ariana knew it and didn’t hesitate to use it against her if necessary – she had even taken to withholding her body from Monica if anything went even the slightest little bit wrong. Though Ariana could be very caring, she could also be very controlling – which is why Monica had never even dared to think about anyone else when Ariana was around. Nor had she dared to entertain anyone in their home.
Until now.
Monica dabbed at Troian’s snatch as she fondled the young woman’s legs. She was so warm and tight there; Monica would have sucked on this box till the end of time if she had her way. As she licked inside and moved her hands around to touch her tight behind, she felt Troian’s fingers running over her head lovingly.
The woman rose, taking Troian by the hand, and led her to the bed. Monica was clearly expected Troian to climb onto it, so she could pick up where she left off; she even expected to feel one of Troian’s hands on her body en route as if she couldn’t wait.
What she hadn’t expected, but certainly didn’t mind, was for Troian to sharply push her forward to fall face first onto the bed and land on her thighs before Monica could get up. Or for Troian to plunge her face right into Monica’s ass, clutching the cheeks and thrusting her tongue deep inside the hole between them. Man, this was some good eating… Troian licked and flicked around Monica’s rear entrance while happily stroking, pinching and squeezing the flesh and taking a few moments out to kiss it as well.
“Honestly, I could do this all day…” Troian moaned, nipping it with her teeth. “So good…”
“You can finish my culo off later…” Monica breathed. “Respect… your elders…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:58:43 PM

Feigning reluctance and knowing what was coming, Troian licked Monica’s cleft before leaving it, moving up the woman’s back and kissing it before resting against her head. Monica turned to kiss Troian on the lips before gently pushing her away a little; before the young woman got the wrong idea, Monica turned herself on her side, taking her time in doing so – whether because she didn’t want to hit Troian by mistake or to let the woman have a good long look at her excellent swaying breasts and thick hairy pussy, Troian didn’t know or care.
Within seconds Monica had Troian’s neatly trimmed snatch in her sights; resting a hand on Troian’s thigh, the woman moved in for the kiss. Troian’s tongue entered Monica just as she started to taste the younger woman. The two were soon blending together, munching each other in perfect harmony; Troian painted Monica’s pussy walls with her tongue while Miss Bellucci expertly flicked her tongue inside the young woman, both loving how snug and warm each other was.
Troian wanted to override Monica and go back to tasting the woman’s ass, but… not just yet. Gripping her velvety flesh, Troian burrowed her tongue between Monica’s pussy walls, rubbing it around her clit. As much energy as she was putting into it, Monica was effortlessly matching her, making her steam between her legs with each little stroke of the tongue. No matter how much she tried, there was no way youth could beat experience in this race. Not that she minded losing to this goddess…
Troian gave in, creaming over Monica’s mouth as she enjoyed all the heat the two were giving off. Thrusting her body against the woman’s, she licked up Monica’s secretions as she began to ponder how she could make this a permanent arrangement. There had to be some way she could talk Ariana around… she tasted too good to be kept to herself.
“Not bad at all…” Troian gasped as she came down, turning herself back up so she could rest against Monica’s upper half. “Could’ve been longer…”
“Less chance of us getting caught,” Monica replied, smiling as she caressed Troian. “Do you do this with all your interviewees?”
“Only the really sexy ones,” Troian sighed, kissing her as she stroked her breasts. “Boy, she’ll be so jealous.”
“Who?” Monica asked, still smiling.         
“Shay loves Italian pussy…” Troian said lazily, and hated herself the second those words left her mouth.
“Shay?” Monica asked, no longer smiling.
Troian swallowed nervously. “I mean SHE loves Italian pussy… my…”
“Would she be… Shay Mitchell?”
Looking at Monica’s aquiline face and wishing she could take back the last several seconds, Troian nodded. Damn the woman’s excellent memory and her hatred of the San Fran Eight.
“So you know where the prisoners are now?” asked Monica.
Troian simply nodded again.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 12:59:30 PM

“Your body is beautiful, but not that beautiful,” Monica said calmly as she started to get up. “The police will be very interested to know you’ve been aiding and abetting escaped felons.”
“And Ariana’ll be very interested to know what just happened,” Troian replied in a voice calmer than she really felt.
Monica stopped in mid-rise.
“Ariana…? But you-“
“Relax, my lips are sealed – I told you I won’t tell her… but I can SHOW her.”
Monica’s calm façade snapped as Troian pointed to her phone, lying on the table next to the bed.
“I got it all there in sound and vision,” the young woman explained. “And I can just drop by anytime you and the Mrs. are home and give her a special presentation.”
“Please… you can’t...” a horrified Monica begged. “She’d kill me…”
“Of course, I don’t HAVE to,” Troian continued airily. “You just have to give me one little thing and this gets deleted.”
“What do you want?” Monica asked.
Troian beamed at her.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Hello, lovelies!”
“My lucky day,” Shay Mitchell chuckled on seeing who was behind the apartment door when she opened it, ushering Jessica Chastain in. “I love redheads.”
“Yeah, babygirl and Jojo arrived just before you,” Hayden added, squeezing Troian’s thigh as she and the others waved at the newcomer. “She really lucked out.”
“I’m not a real redhead, you know,” JoAnna Garcia chided amiably next to her.
“I don’t think Shay’s that picky,” Blake replied.
“I bring good news and donuts! So how’s my favourite bunch of desperate criminals? And thank you,” Jessica said cheerfully, aiming that last one at Hayden.
“What was that for?” Hayden asked. “I didn’t say anything.”
“I saw you checking out my legs,” the newcomer explained as she sat down. “Jojo told me you all loved the picture she showed you, so I thought I’d give y’all a treat.”
It was true – Jessica Chastain did have some fine legs poking out of the shorts she was sporting under her crop top. And they were enticingly crossed as the redhead handed round the bag; it quickly went the rounds of the escapees, some taking more than one, until by the time it got back to Jessica it was empty.
“Sorry,” said Olivia, who’d taken the last one, with a sheepish shrug.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:00:35 PM

“Ah, I had something on the way. Hungry?” Jessica asked, folding away the bag.
“Long time till lunch,” Roselyn said through her Berliner. “So don’t keep us in suspense…”
“No, the other two got here first so let them kick things off,” said Jessica. “Troian?”
“Well… you guys saw how it went with Monica,” the slim brunette smiled.
“Oh yeah,” Shay laughed, remembering crowding around Troian’s phone to catch the footage of their tryst. “Did you ever try it with her, Roselyn?”
“Only in my dreams,” the boss admitted.
“So you actually banged her?” Jessica asked. “Can I…”
“Can’t,” Troian interrupted. “I deleted it when they watched – you should’ve shown up earlier.”
Jessica allowed herself to pout.
“Only fair I didn’t leave that sword over her head after she gave it up. The address, I mean,” Troian continued with a laugh. “Rhona’s got this fancy place on Ocean Beach - it’s called Gideon’s Crossing.”
“Pretentious or what?” Olivia asked.
“It’s held under the name of Rhona Dalton – got the name from her late husband. She inherited everything of his after he was killed in a climbing accident.”
“Yeah,” said Blake, rolling her eyes. “’Accident.’”
“That’s what the coroner said, anyway,” Troian continued. “So it’s like this huge mansion on the cliffside. Big enough so you could stick Megan on one side and Emma the other and never have ‘em meet… and we got a bonus. A big safe in the basement.”
“Is that so,” Roselyn said thoughtfully. “So she’s got everything we want in one place – Emma, Megan, and the goodies. Just like Wal-Mart.”
“But only slightly less crooked,” Jessica laughed, turning to JoAnna. “Speaking of which, I had a look at the file I got from your work.”
“Can you dumb it down for us?” Olivia asked. “None of us speak computer.”
“My wish is your command,” the redhead started. “It’s kind of like me on weekends – goes around looking for things and snatches up what it finds. Whoever wrote it for her called it Dyson; it gets onto the bank’s system and checks everyone’s records and picks customers at random. Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a jillion dollars or $3.98, if it’s currency it’s fair game – Dyson then works with the bank’s system to suck it out and transfer it somewhere else. And it’s on a random timing thing as well, so it happens to several customers during the day but not at the same time, so those poor guys never know what hit ‘em.”
“Any idea where it goes? Like we couldn’t guess,” said Roselyn.
“It’s designed to send the money around several companies all over the city,” Jessica replied. “There’s about 30 in all – Tara Wilson Ltd., Kiva Enterprises, the Ollie Wilson Partnership, Rachel Scott Holdings…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:01:34 PM

“All as fake as Rhona’s tits, I bet,” said Shay bitterly.
“Could be,” Jessica agreed. “I checked - half of them are PO Boxes, and the other half are like these tiny shoeboxes with hardly anyone there.”
“There’ll probably be more of them popping up if this thing goes wider,” mused Roselyn.
“And it might,” Jessica said, her smile fading. “This thing’s also designed to look for customers whose accounts are linked to other ones, so when an order gets sent from one bank to another Dyson goes along with it and infests that bank’s system as well.”
“And Mitra just keeps getting richer,” Hayden muttered.
“Shame we can’t just give this to the cops,” JoAnna said.
“Never mind, we can sort that out later,” Shay added. “First we got a break-in to plan.”
“One step ahead of you guys,” Troian said, opening the newspaper she’d brought. “Check out what I saw in the society section.”
Troian showed the gang the page in question, decorated with a large circle in Magic Marker. Inside said circle was an article focusing on upcoming high society events – debutante balls, exhibitions… and parties. Miss Rhona Dalton would be holding a get-together the next day to celebrate the impending nuptials of a close relative (“I didn’t think heartless demon robots had family,” Shay muttered as she read), and a goodly proportion of anybody who was anybody in San Francisco would be there, from socialites to sports players.
“I think we got ourselves some cover,” she grinned.
“Right. We can just go strolling in there as guests,” Olivia said sarcastically.
“Hello? Magic fingers here?” Jessica suggested. “If I can get into Rhona’s system and find the guest list I can put me, Jojo and Mrs. Panettiere-“
“I’m keeping my last name when we tie the knot, thank you very much,” Troian interrupted.
“All right, I can get… you… on it as well,” the redhead backtracked.
“But you can’t get fake invites for all of us,” Shay pointed out.
“She doesn’t have to,” Roselyn chipped in. “Her place has to be big enough so there’s more than one way in – if she can get a couple of the crew inside they can find the other entrances. We all sneak in and we split up… half of us get our girls, and the other half get Rhona.”
Shay couldn’t help but gulp; she hadn’t forgotten that she’d drawn the blackened straw. Nor had she forgotten Emma shooting Fontana Newman dead during the escape – Emma hadn’t exactly been calm about it but she had never shown any signs of regretting it either. Shay, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely sure she could finish Rhona if it came down to it. Not at all.
“You know, we could just clean her out. Get her where it really hurts,” Blake said reassuringly on seeing Shay’s face. “They do say living well is the best revenge.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:02:29 PM

“And we might not even get to see her,” Hayden added. “Just as long as I get to see Ashley fucking Benson.”
“She might not be there,” JoAnna pointed out.
“A party for the woman who gave her a leg up? Oh, she’ll be there,” Roselyn assured her. “And so will we.”
“And so will Rosie, I bet,” Olivia added, her eyes as cold at the thought as Hayden’s.
“If it helps, I’m kind of a freak… English accents don’t do anything for me,” Jessica told her.
“It takes all kinds,” JoAnna, never one to turn down a Brit, said.
“Anyway, we’ve got somewhere to start from now,” Roselyn said. “And we couldn’t have done it without you two – pity we can’t give you a share of whatever we get.”
“Why not?” asked Blake. “They’re entitled.”
“You aren’t the sharpest knife, are you?” chided JoAnna. “Rhona’s probably got everything in her place insured – if they give us anything like gems or whatever and someone sees it, we go down as accessories or for handling stolen property or… whatever.”
“Anyway, we’re not in it for the money,” Troian added with a smile. “We just want to kick Rhona in the teeth, get you guys out of here, and get Hayden and Olivia off the look.”
“And the pussy,” Jessica chipped in, eyeing Blake. “Don’t forget the pussy.”
“She doesn’t-“ Roselyn began.
“I know, I know,” the redhead interrupted as she stood up. “But I do. So… who’s hungry?”
Jessica lowered her shorts, displaying her lovely crimson snatch and bringing a smile to the faces of most of her audience; Blake just looked resigned, and Roselyn also looked a bit hesitant.
“First course right here, ladies. Or over here,” Jessica continued, pirouetting around and increasing Shay’s smile when she thrust her cute little behind forward. “Some of you look to me like you can’t get enough ass.”
“You’ve certainly done your research,” Olivia laughed.
“Look, it’s not like you aren’t gorgeous… but now?” Roselyn asked as Jessica pulled her shirt off. “We’ve got things to work out about Rhona’s place…”
“We know where we’re going and what to do when we get there, right?” Shay asked, not taking her eyes off Jessica Chastain’s freshly revealed rack.
“Well… yes, but…”
“So what’s to work out?” the now visibly salivating Shay stated, starting to undress. “C’mon, you know you want to.”
“You heard her,” Hayden said to Troian, already unbuttoning herself.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:03:21 PM

“Ah, what the hell,” sighed Olivia, removing her shirt. “You only live once.”
“Supposedly,” Blake said as she stood up. “Have fun, ladies.”
“You could always stay and watch,” Jessica chuckled before Shay shut her up with a kiss, as JoAnna decided to throw caution to the wind. Closely followed by her clothes.
“Oh, don’t tease her,” Roselyn tut-tutted, starting to undress. She knew they had work to do, but this could be her last chance to get off. And the redhead WAS cute.
With Shay’s hands touching her breasts, Jessica sighed as she studied Blake taking her rolling buns out of the room. “I’d love to get my hands on some of that…”
“Tell me about it,” the dusky woman replied, kissing Jessica again.
“Too bad none of you ever did,” laughed Miss Chastain.
Shay and Hayden didn’t QUITE bite their tongues off, but it was close.
* * * * * * * * * *
Blake knew from previous experience that no matter where she went in this apartment, she’d be able to hear what was going on; she’d previously gone to the furthest possible room, but this time she just went into the next one, which happened to be Roselyn’s bedroom. From the sounds that were coming through the wall, she’d left just in time.
As she began to undress, she reflected that she did have one thing in common with them; she too liked taking part in communal fucking (one of the nicer reminders of the six months in Remy Hadley had been the time she’d banged all the male guards on duty, and how Warden Winslet had been kept in the dark about that she never knew). She enjoyed it so much that sometimes she hadn’t been tempted to relieve a couple of them of some currency.
The tall blonde carefully folded up each item of clothing and laid it aside on a chair, before slinking onto the bed completely nude. Snuggling her head onto the pillow, Blake focused on the ceiling and separated her legs. As she enjoyed the warmth of the bed, she took her mind back through some more happy memories. Like the time her 21-year-old self had gone to the birthday party of her then-current male companion…
It had been a lively affair, music and joking and wild dancing. Including by Blake, shaking and grinding in the middle of the floor and whooping it up with the birthday boy, shoving her crotch up against him and breaking into a huge grin when she felt the erection he was sporting.
“Don’t keep him to yourself!” another woman shouted, dragging Dan out of her arms as the song changed.
Blake responded by jumping onto the nearest table and resuming her booty-shaking, gyrating and moving harder as she played with the hem of her shirt, mentally counting how long it was before some guy shouted –
“TAKE IT OFF!”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:04:30 PM

Blake slinked the shirt off her body in time to the music, giving everybody there in addition to Dan a present of her braless breasts before flinging the shirt to a pair of men in the corner watching with delight. As the men gathered and the women glared, Blake swayed and turned while sliding her skirt down her stems.
“Who invited her?” a woman standing behind her muttered, glad she hadn’t brought her boyfriend along to see Blake’s exposed, panty-less cheeks as the blonde finished stripping.
“Jealous much?” the guy next to her asked, staring at Blake as she began to do a 360 on the table while she danced.
“Who wants me?!” Blake called excitedly. “AFTER Dan!”
Several men raced forward to answer that question, reaching for their zippers en route. Before long Blake was being swept off the table with hands all over her, and carried onto the ground as the partygoers all grabbed and groped her. It didn’t escape her notice that Dan had dumped his dance partner to get closest.
Fifteen minutes later Blake was still the centre of attention, dressed only in a white bikini. A white, powdery, very potent bikini which was being rapidly disintegrated by some of the partygoers – several of them were happily sniffing the cocaine off Blake’s boobs while some of the others were tasting it off her pussy (although she herself never took drugs, she wasn’t the type to get in the way of what the people wanted. Usually). In amongst all the licking and tasting, she only had eyes and lips for the birthday boy.
“Happy birthday, Dan,” the blonde whispered, kissing him again. “Did you like your gift this morning?”
“I loved it,” Dan replied.
“Feel like another one?”
Dan answered that by eagerly moving himself up so that his bared prick was right by Blake’s mouth. As if a magnet had been turned on the blonde felt two other cockheads prodding her face; with a little laugh, she wagged a finger at them.
“Uh-uh-uh – Dan gets first crack!” she giggled before she enjoyed her favourite sensation, that of a massive erection sliding into her mouth. Blake immediately began to swallow Dan, writhing underneath the partygoers taking the last of the snow off her body with two of the guys taking advantage of no more coke to lick the homegrown potent stuff she had between her legs. The men were practically in competition to see who could enjoy more of Blake’s warm, snug snatch; it just made Blake enjoy Dan’s prick even more.
In the bedroom, Blake’s long fingers slid through her box as she relished thinking about his cock resting on her tongue as she sucked. It had been one of many, many penises she’d taken in everywhere… so many memories. That time this guy had taken her to Barbados and she’d lived out the stereotyped white-woman-being-fucked-by-loads-of-black-men fantasy (Blake considered it a badge of honour that she’d put at least four black men off EVER wanting to sleep with a black woman again)… her taking revenge on this woman who’d cheated her out of a weekend’s wages by deflowering her son… the times she’d let the neighbours peek on her undressing with the curtains “accidentally” left open…

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:05:32 PM

Her eyes closed, Blake began to churn up the mattress as her fingers rolled her clit. She nkew exactly where to send the tips of her digits, and they were sparking up her insides as she fondled herself, rushing through all the memories of the guys she’d been with and the women she’d annoyed. Blake ground her ass into the mattress as she bucked herself, groaning and gasping with each flick of herself.
Her cries grew louder the further and faster she ventured into herself. Blake’s fingers were getting damper with her own pleasure, and her free hand was roaming her own body as she flashforwarded to the day when this was all over… when she’d be off somewhere in the Caribbean or somewhere, a place where the cops could never get to her, where she could entertain the guys for years… kicking around on the bed, Blake could feel it about to happen…
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Blake’s screams rang through the wall, distracting the ladies for a few moments – even Jessica, not exactly quiet herself, was surprised.
“Bet you wish you’d gotten that yourself, huh?” Hayden whispered to Shay.
Shay, her mouth full of JoAnna Garcia’s snatch, mumbled in the affirmative.
Inside the other room, Blake kept her fingers working as she came down, her mind on the future –when she could be on her own again, back to the life she knew and enjoying men again without that bunch outside.
* * * * * * * * * *
Speaking of that bunch outside…
If you had told JoAnna Garcia a year ago that she’d have her face pressed inside the soft cheeks of a redhead while getting her own pussy licked by another woman, she’d have told you to get out and maybe called the police. But there she was, holding down Jessica Chastain with her body while Shay Mitchell lay behind her, her tongue slipping inside JoAnna as if it had been made to go there. Shay’s mouth felt so good JoAnna could have easily just lay there and let her do it – but not when there was a tasty lass in front of her.
As she thrust her own tongue deep inside Jessica’s back passage, she reflected that a year ago she’d never have dared eat a man’s ass, and now here she was munching on her second woman’s. And Jessica Chastain’s ass not only looked as nice as Shay’s, it felt as nice as well. Maybe she’d been hanging around the gang too long, but JoAnna had been increasingly wanting to dive into what Jessica had every time she walked away from her.
Troian was in a similar scenario, only she was in the middle of Olivia and Roselyn; her mouth was nestled against the boss lady’s box, while Olivia happily licked away between her legs like a dog greeting its master (or mistress, in this case). Troian’s hands fondled as much of Roselyn’s hot body as she could as she furrowed inside her, enjoying the tangy taste. It sounded like Olivia was liking what she was munching as well.
Hayden watched her beloved in action blissfully, entertained enough just watching Troian go down on another woman. It was amazing, Hayden realized, that despite all the other women both she and Hayden partook in, they always ended up back together. That was how they knew it was love, she

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:05:51 PM

guessed. Either that, or they both realized finding another woman who'd let them fool around so much was so against the odds as to be impossible.
Hayden sat there mesmerized, unable to move for a moment as she watched all these sexy girls playing with each other. It was an orgy. There was no other word for it. Troian and JoAnna and Shay and Jessica and Roselyn and Olivia and oh so much bare skin. A nipple here or there, lips of both top and bottom variety. Shapely asses and hair of every color of the rainbow. For a girl who loved other women, it was a veritable smorgasbord of beauty and lust.
Not that she was entirely focused on Troian. After all, this was hardly the first time she'd watched the love of her life be the meat in an all-girl sandwich. Hayden's eyes kept drifting over to the redheaded assortment a few fee away. She watched as Jessica swooned in delight, trying hard not to climax too soon, even as JoAnna feasted upon her sex. For a relative newbie at cunnilingus, JoAnna was clearly doing a great job on the other redhead. Remarkable, since from what Troian had said, JoAnna had rebuffed every advance Hayden's lover had made in favor of waiting for Shay. Guess that wasn't an issue anymore.
Of course, if Shay Mitchell was feasting on her snatch, Hayden would've happily eaten any other pussy presented to her, too, so maybe JoAnna was just getting into the spirit.
Troian was gasping in pleasure as Olivia's tongue did a remarkable job of hitting all the right spots. Hayden refocused her attention on her love. No matter how many times she saw it, it was always great to see her love's face as orgasm hit. That perfect little “o” her mouth made, the way her eyes watered as she tried so hard not to pass out, usually with no success. Of course, in a situation like this, Troian probably would stay awake – there was so much more pussy to feast upon.
“Oh yes! Oh YES! OH FUCK YES!” JoAnna Garcia's cries of passion distracted Hayden, and she turned to see the former bank teller writhing about on the floor, her ass in the air as Shay did unspeakably sexy things to her. As Hayden watched, JoAnna collapsed, and after a few seconds, Shay lay down atop her, whispering sweet nothing's in JoAnna's ear while sinking her fingers into the redhead's slit, trying to get her going again.
“Hey, hot stuff reporter girl,” Jessica Chastain said, breaking Hayden's reverie. “You just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to get in here?”
“Oh, I'll get in there,” Hayden said. With all the lusty swagger she could muster, Hayden crossed the room and went right for Jessica. She took the gorgeous redhead by the face and kissed her long and hard. The computer expert seemed surprised by the sudden move, but melted under Hayden's kiss fast enough. Hayden didn't stop, though, and she pushed Jessica back until she was laying on her back. Here, finally, Hayden broke the kiss and smiled down at the feisty newcomer.
“Legs up,” Hayden said, helping Jessica lift her legs straight up in the air. Hayden moved between them, kissing the inner thighs as she lowered her face down to Jessica Chastain's sopping wet box. Hayden paused, glancing up at the waiting redhead's face. “Wow, you have a gorgeous cunt.”
“Why Miss Panettiere, that's both dirty and complimentary,” Jessica said. “I like it.”
Hayden didn't say anything else, just sank her mouth down atop Jessica's quivering clitoris, making the other woman swoon in delight. Hayden was immediately greeted by a rather pleasant sweet & sour taste that made her briefly wonder what the redhead had been eating lately, but decided not to ask.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:08:21 PM

taste that made her briefly wonder what the redhead had been eating lately, but decided not to ask. Instead, she kept licking away at the engorged little bud before her. Jessica moaned in delight, and Hayden peeked up from her work to see Jessica grab both of her tits with her own hands and grip them tightly. At the same time, her hips started to gyrate a little, making it clear she wanted more. Well, no surprise there. JoAnna had just been doing this very same thing to her, so Jessica was probably primed to explode.
Hayden got a dirty twinkle in her eye, and decided to rush the process a little. With her legs up in the air, all of Jessica's secrets were exposed to the blonde between her legs, while hiding most of Hayden from Jessica's eyes. That didn't matter much, Jessica was squeezer her own eyes tight in order to try and hold off the inevitable. Either way, she couldn't have seen Hayden's finger come up from below and slide easily into Jessica's wet box.
“Oooh, yeah!” Jessica moaned as Hayden finger fucked her a few times, all while not removing her mouth from the redhead's clit. Jessica thrashed a little, and her knees wavered, her lower legs almost collapsing atop Hayden. But Jessica held them up, and after seven or eight good thrusts deep into her, Hayden removed her finger.
“Wha-?” Jessica asked, realizing Hayden's finger was gone. It wasn't out of her long, though. No, Hayden gave the other woman just enough time to miss having the finger in her wet pussy before she gently but firmly pressed the now soaked finger up Jessica's tight little asshole.
“OH FUCK YES!” Jessica cried out. Those wonderful legs of hers clamped hard around Hayden's head, and the small blonde figured she'd better just ride this out, because pulling out wasn't an option.
Jessica's entire body went tight a moment later, and had Hayden been able to see her face past her arched stomach and perky tits, she would have seen the computer expert letting out a silent scream of delight. For a long moment, she didn't move, and Hayden kept licking. She'd barely needed to move her finger at all, the very act of penetrating Jessica's ass enough to get her off.
And then, just as suddenly as she'd gone stiff, Jessica relaxed, collapsing completely on the floor, breathing heavily as her legs spread wide to release Hayden.
“Wow, for a reporter, you're one helluva cunning linguist,” Jessica said, smiling at Hayden.
“That joke never gets old, either,” Hayden said, rolling her eyes. Still she reached down and kissed Jessica's belly button before moving up and placing similar quick kisses on each of her nipples before placing a slightly longer one of Jessica's lips.
“Sorry, my brain's a little fried, my best jokes just aren't coming,” Jessica said as Hayden lay next to her.
“Well, if you can't find anything more useful to do with your mouth,” Hayden said, offering Jessica her right breast.
“Just one?” Jessica asked, pouting playfully before dropping her mouth over Hayden's teet. She started suckling immediately, and Hayden cooed in delight. Oh, she wanted more from Jessica Chastain. Much much more. But she wanted to make sure the redhead had her breath back before she shoved that pretty face down to her crotch.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:09:03 PM

“God, you're like this tiny little sex pixie,” Jessica said, pulling off Hayden's nipple for a moment. “I just want to eat you up.”
“I can tell you where to start,” Hayden said, lifting her hips quickly to help tell Jessica where she needed to go.
“Mmm, I bet,” Jessica said. But instead of dropping her mouth down Hayden's body, she instead returned to sucking on Hayden's nipple. Hayden would've have protested, but she got distracted by the sight of Roselyn ramming five fingers up Olivia's pussy, which Troian was so helpfully holding open. So distracted by the fisting, Hayden didn't even notice Jessica moving her own hand down to Hayden's crotch until the redhead stroked her clit once.
“You like that?” Jessica asked. “You like fisting?”
“I do,” Hayden admitted. “But I thought you wanted to – WHOA!” Hayden gasped as Jessica slipped three fingers up inside her with one quick thrust.
“Yeah, I bet you like fisting,” Jessica said, delivering a quick kiss to Hayden's other nipple before pulling her fingers out – and shoving them back in.
“OH GAWD!” Hayden called out. There were four fingers this time.
“How many do you want?” Jessica asked.
“More!” Hayden said as Jessica's hand slipped out.
“More?” Jessica asked, once again pushing four fingers into the short little reporter.
“MORE!” Hayden begged.
“How many?” Jessica asked, using her thumb to tweak Hayden's clit. That alone almost set Hayden over the edge, but she barely managed to hang on, in part because she really, really, REALLY wanted all of Jessica Chastain's hand inside her.
“FIVE! Give me ALL FIVE!” Hayden pleaded.
The same four fingers slid back in. “Are you sure you can handle it? My hands are-”
“YES! PLEASE YES! FUCK ME WITH YOUR WHOLE HAND!” Hayden cried, actually drawing the attention of the rest of the group. Later, even Blake Lively would admit that she heard the cry from the other room, and had been tempted to look in, just to see what was going on.
Jessica put all five of her fingertips together to make a point, and slid all five fingers into Hayden Panettiere with surprising ease.
Hayden nearly erupted. She hadn't felt this full in a long time. Troian loved sliding all sorts of things in and out of Hayden – it was one of their favorite games, often passed from Troian's mouth or pussy. And Troian's hands had certainly been inside Hayden before, as well as some other girls. But somehow, Jessica's hands were hitting all the right spots, especially as she slowly twisted her fist inside the smaller girl. It wasn't that Jessica had big hands – far from it. But it was as if her knuckles lined up perfectly or something, because every move Jessica made drove Hayden closer and closer to an orgasmic explosion.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:09:43 PM

It was taking every ounce of control Hayden had to keep from cumming all over Jessica's hand and wrist. Oh, she wanted to. She needed to. Her body craved release as if she'd gone years without an orgasm. But she also loved the sensations Jessica was creating. She didn't want them to ever end, and if she hit her climax, she knew they would. So she fought as hard as she could to hold out, to prevent herself from having an orgasm on this beautiful redhead's hand, though she knew it was a losing battle.
And then, in what Hayden realized she should have seen coming, Jessica pressed a single finger from her other hand against Hayden's rosebud.
Orgasm was instantaneous, as color exploded all around her, driving her blind. It didn't matter, because this was a fantastic release that Hayden so desperately wanted. Every nerve in her tiny little body was pulsing with pleasure, and all rational thought seemed to drain out of Hayden's head, to the point she was certain she could feel her brain oozing out one ear – it was just sweat, but for a small eternity, Hayden was certain Jessica had literally fucked her brains out.
Slowly, Jessica removed her hand. She'd hadn't even gotten her finger into Hayden's tight little tush – just the pressure on the outside had been enough to set the reporter off.
As Hayden came around, she realized everyone was looking at her.
“What, are we done?” she asked.
“No, babe, we're all just sitting here amazed,” Troian said, coming over to kiss Hayden on the lips. “But if you don't mind, I'd like to see how well Jessica's hand here fits inside me...”
* * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, over at Gideon’s Crossing…                   
There were men in San Francisco who would have given up their firstborn to be in the situation Megan Fox was in now; Rhona Mitra had often been seen around town with Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, and they had often given off the vibe of being a lot more than friends.
Now the two were standing on either side of a naked Megan Fox as she hung from the ceiling, so dripping with sweat that it was even seeping from her pussy; the room had had the airconditioning turned off to make the poor brunette even more on edge, but her captors weren’t that bothered. Not with what they were there for.
“How about it, Meg?” asked Rosie, her half-open shirt revealing one of her pert breasts while she fondled the riding crop. “You tell Roni what you told me, and you can get to have some fun.”
“Or at least, Rosie can,” Rhona added with a little smile.
“But I told you…” Megan moaned.
“Roni wants it straight from the horse’s mouth,” Rosie laughed. “Silly little filly.”
“All right…” Megan gasped. “They’re in this apartment building on the corner of Bayshire Boulevard and Donner Avenue. It’s called the LaForche… dumped years ago. We holed up there when we broke out.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:10:31 PM

“I asked Emily to look it up,” Rosie told Rhona eagerly. “I thought you might like that. She said there’s definitely a place like that there.”
“I see,” Rhona said, studying Megan’s sodden cunt before transferring her attention to her face. “But why tell us now?”
That was an honest query; when Megan and Emma had been captured the boss had assumed the more girlish Emma would be the one to crack first. That had given her a lesson in judging by appearances.
“I just want it to stop…” Megan whispered. “Rosie’s been coming on to me day and night… I just want it to stop.”
“Oh, it’ll stop,” Rhona assured her, as her blonde lover casually strolled behind the captive. “It’ll stop when WE want it to stop.”
Megan nervously felt the business end of the crop gliding over her buttocks as Rhona leaned it, cupping one of her breasts. “You’re very lucky, you know,” she breathed. “All my girls have dreamt of being with me and Rosie. Haven’t you, Hannah?” she added, turning her head.
Hannah Davis, watching the whole thing in the doorway, just nodded.
“And you’ve never had the pleasure, have you?” Rhona asked, hefting Megan’s breast.
Hannah shook her head.
“But at least you can watch,” Rhona said, nodding to Rosie.
In the next room, Emma winced as she heard Megan’s piercing scream from the crop striking her rump – she couldn’t hear what they were saying but she sure as hell heard that.
“Oh, how sweet,” Rosie cooed, slowly running her fingertip along the small gash she’d opened up on Megan’s ass. “Now you and Emma Roberts are a matching pair.” She put the bloodied fingertip to her mouth and licked off the redness, before kissing Megan’s back.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do that again,” she continued, moving the crop over Megan. “As long as you keep quiet while Roni and I are busy.”
“Good girl,” Rhona said approvingly as she kissed Megan’s neck. “At least you remembered what happened last time.”
“What happened last time…?” Megan asked, before Rhona kissed her on the mouth while Rosie undid her shirt, letting it fall to the floor before pressing her breasts up against the captive.
“She carried on with the crop a little too long,” the woman explained. “That’s all you have to know.”
Megan gulped as the couple held her between them, Rosie slowly grinding her trimmed pussy next to her butt. Rhona thrust herself up directly against Megan, stroking her head before giving her a long, deep kiss as she removed her top.
Rosie’s long fingers began to explore Megan, slowly encircling her nipples while the blonde tongued the back of her neck, with Megan’s ass still getting massaged by Rosie’s box. “That feels great…” Rosie murmured, kissing Megan’s ear. “Soooo nice….”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:11:08 PM

Half of Rhona’s fingers joined Rosie’s on Megan’s rack, while the other half made their way down between the captive’s legs. Rhona sighed in appreciation as a fingertip slid inside Megan… there hadn’t been a cock inside this one for a while, and all the better for it. Even her tattoos weren’t bad – sometimes they could be a turnoff, but not in this case.
“What say we give her a two-for-one?” Rhona asked her beloved.
Rosie’s knees hit the carpet the second the words were out of her mouth. Clutching Megan’s ass and nipping the flesh lightly, her tongue was out and ready as Rhona sidled downwards. Both women peered between the prisoner’s legs, eyeing her waiting slot – that was one of the things they loved about being women; nothing flopping down there to ruin the fun.
Rosie traced the tip of her tongue on the route from Megan’s asshole to the east end of her quim, with Rhona in action on the west teasing Miss Fox’s clit. The couple gently tasted and licked her out, squirming around inside the tight, warm space, the tips of their tongues meeting within. Rhona’s fingers were busy exploring Megan’s lithe body as she licked deeper, entwining with Rosie.
Megan writhed and twisted against the bonds as Rhona and Rosie ate, secretly enjoying it – she’d never had head from two people at the same time – but doing everything possible to keep from showing it. For once she was glad she was tied up; she would never have been able to keep from getting her hands all over the British duo if she was free, and then that it would have been all over. She tried to think of the most unpleasant things she could come up with to delay orgasm, but whenever she alighted on something either Rhona or Rosie would bring her back into focus.
Megan glanced down, watching Rhona’s dark head bobbing away like nobody’s business as her fingers made their way to Megan’s boobs. Rosie’s lips… weren’t between her legs, as the hostage realised on feeling them resting on the cleft of her ass, tenderly kissing it before she rose. Megan gulped as she felt the end of the crop stroking her, Rosie humming to herself.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be using this end on your cute little bum,” the blonde assured her.
Before Megan had time to get ready, Rosie switched the crop around in her hand and thrust it up her ass. She clenched her teeth to keep from yowling – Rosie had not taken her time with the gesture, and the blonde had only put the smallest amount of lube possible on it. The handle slid back and forth inside her rear entrance, rubbing roughly against the walls; Megan was just relieved that it had a rounded tip and no rough edges. But then again, Rosie wasn’t the type to do things THAT crudely. She hoped.
And now Rhona was pressing against Megan again, her hands gripping the captive’s boobs like she was a little boy wanting to be fed (yeah, like Megan Fox was ever going to have kids). Smiling as she caressed them, Rhona began to rub rhythmically against Megan’s cunt.
The smile grew wider as Rhona watched Megan struggling not to react against Rosie pumping her ass, the handle driving deeper up her while the boss felt her clit touching Megan’s. Rhona had once spent a night with one of her strippers who was so strong she could actually pick things up with her pussy lips; she knew for a fact that the girl had used said lips to rub her lovebutton. Too bad Paula Patton had gone to a better club in LA – she had been one of the Spectacular’s bigger draws… but Megan was right here, and she wasn’t bad herself.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:11:42 PM

Pressed between the two naked Brits, both grinding against her and leaving not an inch of her body unaroused, Megan was on the verge of swooning. She so wanted to give in to the way she was feeling between her legs, but she couldn’t… she clenched her teeth together as Rosie’s free hand ran up and down one of her thighs, slinking along and pinching the flesh. And now Rhona had her face between her boobs, squishing them together and rubbing them as she kissed her chest, their soaking cunts touching.
Her breath came in little spurts as Megan felt Rosie’s own pussy rubbing against one of her buttcheeks, leaving its little moistness. She was quivering between the two of them, her eyes squeezed shut because she knew if she opened them, she’d see Rhona’s lovely face and then she’d yell like she was being fucked by Roselyn or Shay or…
That did it. The image of the other members of the gang, and the thought of their faces when they realised what Megan had done just for the sake of being fucked by two hot British babes, turned her off. For the first time since she’d slept with Andy Blaine in sixth grade, Megan Fox hung there limply at the end, feeling Rhona Mitra orgasming next to her and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley slamming into her back, while she herself didn’t say anything. Not even when Rosie thrust the handle into her behind one last time before slowly pulling it out.
“Mmmmm….” Rosie licked the handle, handing it to Rhona. “Want a taste?”
“No, you enjoy it,” Rhona replied.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you much,” Rosie whispered in Megan’s ear. “You’re too pretty to ruin.”
Megan just let out a sigh.
“You didn’t really want it to stop, did you?” Rhona asked. “I must admit I’m looking forward to sampling the rest of your troupe when we capture them – I already slept with Grace Park before this all started, and I assume Emma Roberts told you about how we first met, but the rest of you will be new to me. Except for Jaime Pressly… but no great loss. What is it they say… ‘rode hard and put away wet’? That sums her up quite well.”
“Can I have the fit blonde with the mole, Roni?” Rosie asked.
“I’ll think about it. And don’t you have an appointment?” Rhona asked gently.
“Oh yeah – I have to go and meet up with that new girl,” the blonde replied. “Roni has to get ready for the party or she’d go herself. I’ll be back in time,” she added, kissing Rhona.
“I’m counting on it,” Rhona replied, returning the kiss. “And stay out of the surf.”
“Oh, you!” Rosie giggled, departing.
“How ironic – she has a beach body to die for but she can’t swim to save her life,” the big boss mused as she (and, to her disgust, Megan) studied Rosie’s heart-shaped ass while its owner slinked out.
Had Megan been in a different mood she would have made a comment about how nobody was perfect, but she wasn’t inclined to make any wisecracks at the moment.
“I always reward people who cooperate,” Rhona said, patting Megan’s head. “And I have a very special honour in mind for you, my dear.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:12:25 PM

“What?” Megan asked dully.”
“You will get to be the sole surviving member of the San Francisco Eight,” Rhona smiled.
“But why don’t you-“       
“Kill you along with the others? Why would I want to do that?” the English brunette interrupted. “And deprive you of living with the knowledge that it was thanks to you that I found, fucked and filleted your friends? While you watched?”
Rhona gave the horrified Megan a long kiss on the lips and let herself out, leaving the captive hanging there.
* * * * * * * * * *
Even though Troian Bellisario did remember the past, she didn’t mind being condemned to repeat it. In between gasps she flashed a grin at her partner Roselyn Sanchez, her eyes and mouth gaping at the pumping she was getting from Jessica Chastain as both women lay on the carpet, their rears up in the air.
“What did I tell you?” Jessica laughed, one hand buried inside Troian’s asshole with the other up Roselyn’s snatch. “I KILL at multitasking.”
“C’mon, Jessie, I can take more than that!” Troian gasped happily.
“I can’t…” Roselyn said nervously. “This is my first time like this.”
“Wimp,” Jessica laughed, sliding her hand out and then back inside the boss.
“You should try that on her sometime,” Shay said to JoAnna, kissing her. “Or I could do that to her right now.”
“Go for it,” Hayden sighed, relaxing by the door. “Chastain’s got some fun cushion for the pushin’.”
“Speaking of which…” Olivia giggled, pinching JoAnna’s ass. “You’re not going to let Shay have all the fun, have you?”
“Horny little thing, isn’t she?” JoAnna said to Shay, laughing. “Jason would think he was in heaven now…”
JoAnna yelped as Shay and Olivia dragged her down onto the floor, each woman tasting a breast. For Shay it was like coming home, but for Olivia it was a first – she loved the taste of JoAnna the second she tried it. JoAnna put an arm around each woman as they suckled her, Olivia’s long fingers roaming her body and sidling between her legs. Olivia slowly fondled JoAnna’s warm, moist snatch, feeling it get even damper on her fingertips.
“Take care of my baby,” Shay smiled, getting up and striding over to Jessica’s bag. “Hope you left some for me.”
“Do I look like I wouldn’t have?” Jessica called out, carefully twisting her wrists from side to side, keeping the one inside Roselyn where it was but gently pushing the one inside Troian further inside. Behind them, Shay took the lube jar out of Miss Chastain’s bag and started applying it to her right arm,

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:13:02 PM

slathering it on until it was all good and shiny. Wriggling her fingers, she then turned to the trio and watched Jessica thrusting backwards and forwards for a few moments, on her knees with her butt sticking out invitingly.
“You put your left hand in, you put your right hand out…” Jessica sang, sliding a clenched fist up Roselyn’s pussy while moving the other one almost all the way out of Troian’s gaping asshole, before thrusting each one out and in respectively in time to the song. “In, out, in, out, shake it all about…”
“Don’t even think about doing the hokey pokey and turning yourself around,” Shay giggled, kissing Jessica’s shoulderblades and slapping her ass. “’Cause THAT’S what it’s all about.”
Shay cupped Jessica’s rotating rump while the redhead kept pumping the two women. “Not bad – better than JoAnna’s… but not much,” she added hastily. “Sorry, baby – you gotta remember we promised never to lie to each other.”
JoAnna was too busy licking Olivia out to mind. This time.
Troian fondled Roselyn’s hair and shoulderblades, casually kissing her as if she did that kind of thing every day. Gasping with each thrust of Jessica’s fist, Roselyn stroked Troian’s upper half before edging closer, feeling Jessica’s hand inside her; as much as she loved Alicia, she had never even brought this kind of thing up with her. And now here was this hot redhead with her arm probably buried inside Troian up to the elbow… maybe Jessica’s (OH YES THAT WAS GOOD) fist was the little push she needed. A little breaking in was all it took. That, and the way Troian’s breasts felt as they brushed against each other, the women locking lips and deeply kissing as their bodies shook under Jessica’s hand action, Troian moving her hips along with Miss Chastain’s pumping.
Jessica only had one thing to complain about – she wasn’t supple enough to give their backs kisses while she had her hands up them, so she had to “settle for” looking at her hands going in and out of their holes as if she was filming a porn movie and needed a closeup. Damn, they felt so good and tight… she was kind of wishing she had eaten out one or the other of them first.
Right on cue, Jessica Chastain had one of her favourite feelings in the world – that of a tongue slowly moving along the crack of her ass, heading like a laser for the tiny hole inside it. Two sets of fingers with lotion on them were fondling the flesh, rubbing in time with Shay’s tongue as she tasted and probed Jessica’s back door. The knock-on effect; Jessica moved her fists deeper and faster, sighing in delight as Shay ate her.
Shay groaned into Jessica’s rump; tonguing her asshole was like diving into velvet, and when she made a quick detour to taste her snatch she found that was even better. Shay hadn’t found the Twofer in Jessica’s bag – that was her pet name for the double-pronged dildo that made fucking some lucky lady in the front and back at the same time a lot easier, as JoAnna had found out more than a few times. Still, you had to leave something for later.
“You ready?” Shay asked, moving back.
“I was ready the first time and ready now…” Jessica laughed, giving Shay a little shake as the woman aimed a long, gleaming arm with clenched fist, and started forward into her butt. “Go deep, gorgeous… I’ve had longer! I can take it from aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…..”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:13:34 PM

Jessica’s voice turned into a long groan as Shay’s fist slowly sank into her asshole, and her mouth gaped as she felt the hand be followed by Shay’s forearm, stretching it and stretching it. She didn’t let up on Troian and Roselyn, but as Shay rubbed her she was wondering if maybe, just maybe, it was a bit much for her… relishing how she was feeling, she then decided the answer was no.
Troian, her tongue entwined with Roselyn’s as they kissed, clutched the older woman as her fingers travelled within her cunt. If this was the last time she’d be seeing any of them, she was glad it was like this; Troian rubbed her chest against Roselyn’s, moving her head down to lick each boob.
JoAnna felt Olivia’s limbs on either side of her as she thrust her tongue into the woman – she didn’t quite taste like Shay, but it was just as wonderful. JoAnna hadn’t missed how Olivia was dark on top but blonde below; a small and somewhat silly part of her wondered if blondes tasted different to brunettes. She glanced up, taking in as much of Olivia Wilde’s lean body as she could and noting how her nipples were standing up and pointing to the ceiling.
Burrowing back between Olivia’s thighs, JoAnna licked and tasted her, running her tongue along the woman’s pussy walls. Maybe she’d been hanging around Shay too long, but she suddenly had a real need to get her hands on Olivia’s ass; she pushed her hands underneath the other woman and took good handful of her buttcheeks. Olivia obliged by moving her hips upwards as she gasped, and JoAnna slipped each of her middle fingers into her butthole as she kept sucking her box. She pushed up inside Olivia, enjoying how tight it was – tighter than Shay’s, so she’d probably been taken there less. JoAnna flicked and tasted Olivia’s cunt, feeling the woman’s legs rubbing her as she went deeper inside, loving how warm and moist her inner walls were.
Olivia gripped JoAnna’s bobbing head, fondling her red tresses as she feasted; the woman thrust around on the carpet feeling JoAnna’s tongue going up her, finding all her sweet spots. Her breath sped up as JoAnna scored another milestone – as nice as Shay was, Olivia was the first woman she’d  ever felt send her tangy secretions all over her mouth, mainly because Shay always munched on her so eagerly JoAnna had always been the one to give. It was nice to be on the receiving end for once. VERY nice.
Moving back up while licking Wilde-ian cunt off her lips, JoAnna kissed Olivia as she lay on top of her and glanced over to Shay. “Did you try her out in Remy Hadley?”
“Never had the pleasure,” Olivia replied with a smile.
“You know what to do,” JoAnna laughed, getting off her.
“SLUT!” Hayden called out laughing as Olivia rose and moved over to Shay, scanning the woman’s dusky body as she thrust her arm in and out of Jessica Chastain’s rump, the redhead herself adding to the symphony of moaning.
Roselyn spread her fingers into Troian’s cunt; it was so warm and tight – she hated that she couldn’t taste it right now, but she could still stroke it. And slide her fingertips into it, taking hold of Troian’s clit between two of them and slowly rolling it, watching the younger woman’s mouth and eyes widen. Roselyn kept up the action as she felt herself heating up further.
Troian massaged Roselyn’s rack, making her nipples get harder and feeling the freckles under her fingertips. Roselyn gently bit each of Troian’s boobs, just enough for a sensation but not enough to leave a mark; each woman then licked each other, shaking in each other’s arms as they felt their holes starting

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:14:09 PM

to give in to Jessica. As Roselyn tasted Troian’s flesh and squirmed in delight on feeling Jessica’s fingertips inside her, she made a note to do this to Alicia the next time… especially since the fingers were moving inside her. Not tickling, but in action all the same.
That was because Jessica was starting to give in to Shay’s pumping. The girl’s clenched fist was sliding along her butt canal, coring it wide with each stroke and delicately twisting from side to side while her other hand stroked Jessica’s cheeks. If Shay wasn’t busy with what she was doing she’d have dived right into those soft cushions again – she pinched and slapped Jessica while thrust deeper inside. Nothing like the asshole of a good woman to raise your spirits…
The next link in the chain was Olivia Wilde. She wasn’t too crazy about butts, especially since that time in Remy Hadley when she’d been “persuaded” to suck on the behind of a guard who looked waaaaay too much like Kevin Smith for comfort. But she’d definitely gotten used to pussy, and Shay Mitchell’s was right in front of the slender woman as she knelt down behind her. Shay was swaying and humming as she enjoyed Jessica Chastain’s asshole, and her snatch was moving back and forth in front of her; Olivia dipped her tongue inside, and was instantly envious of JoAnna for getting to eat this hot lady out all the damn time.
Shay was incredibly warm and sweet to taste; if they’d been cellmates Olivia could have been persuaded to help her get to sleep maybe once a week. Olivia rested her hands on Shay’s thighs, fondling them as she probed inside, licking and flicking.
“You know, I usually keep this here for Shay,” JoAnna breathed behind the Mitchell-munching Olivia, wielding the dildo she always brought with her to the hideout while watching Miss Wilde’s body swaying. “But I guess I could let you try it out…”
“Feel like making room?”
JoAnna didn’t know why she was surprised to hear Hayden’s voice next to her.
“And you’re calling her a slut?” JoAnna laughed.
“C’mon, give us a kiss…” Hayden urged.
“Oh, what the heck…”
Hayden playfully tweaked one of JoAnna’s breasts as she kissed the woman she and others liked to call “Mrs. Mitchell” behind her back. Kissing her again, Hayden let her tongue go inside JoAnna’s mouth as she kept one hand on her breast, the other lightly dancing on Olivia’s butt. Hayden pinched the flesh there as the woman mumbled something approving-sounding into Shay’s pussy.
“Ah-ah-ah,” JoAnna tut-tutted as Hayden started to move down her. “I’m one woman you’re not going down on.”
“Spoilsport,” the blonde pouted.
“It’s not like I hate the thought, but you’d be down there forever and I have to meet Jason in an hour,” JoAnna continued. “Anyway, you look like you’ll already be busy…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:14:58 PM

Hayden did, in fact, have a middle finger working its way up Olivia Wilde’s ass. Too bad she couldn’t eat it, but nothing wrong with a little digital coring. The little blonde kept on fingering Olivia as JoAnna placed her dildo down below, teasing Olivia’s wet and waiting snatch.
Olivia sighed into Shay as she felt the twin prongs of finger and dildo moving in her, both thrusting eagerly. She always liked a little finger-action, and Hayden’s digit swirling inside her tight little hole made her sorry she couldn’t return the compliment. The way JoAnna was working that dildo was good as well; as with Hayden’s finger it could only be better if it was a penis, getting her halfway to having two guys behind her – she was almost sorry she’d never managed to arrange that back in Remy Hadley. Still, Hayden and JoAnna made a great team behind her – Olivia moaned further as the small blonde squeezed a second finger inside, twisting them further within as JoAnna pumped away.
Hayden and JoAnna pressed their bodies together, JoAnna rubbing her boobs alongside the other as she pulled the fingers out. Hayden extended one finger out to JoAnna as she licked the other off; without slackening off on Olivia, JoAnna tasted the digit.
“Not bad,” she admitted, jamming the dildo all the way inside the shaking Olivia.
“Blake doesn’t know what she’s missing,” Hayden laughed, dropping to her knees to get some more of Olivia’s ass, using years of practice to keep out of the way of JoAnna – though from the way Olivia was gyrating it looked like it wouldn’t be long before that wouldn’t be a problem.
Scanning the whole scene and moving herself against the grinding Olivia, JoAnna reflected that Jason would likely never have been up for something like this – Blake wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what was being missed. And speaking of Blake, JoAnna’s ears perked up at the moans coming from behind the door - it sounded like she was revving up for round two.
She’d been hanging around Shay and the others for too long – JoAnna felt, for a second, as if she wanted to go and take a peek at what Blake was doing. But first, she pulled the dildo out of Olivia… she wasn’t finished yet, she just wanted to know how she tasted. JoAnna slowly licked it all off, loving how it felt on her lips as the first groans of orgasm came from the group…
* * * * * * * * * *
“She did what?!?”
Emma shook her head in disbelief and disgust at what Hannah Davis had just said. “Megan sold them out?... MEGAN?”
“She didn’t want to,” the green-eyed blonde said gently, twisting her hands. “They just broke her down.”
“That little shit – I’ll kill her!” Emma spat, pulling on her bonds - even though she knew she couldn’t break them, she had to do SOMETHING. “I swear I’ll kill her with my bare hands…”
“Megan held out as long as she could,” Hannah told her.
“I wasn’t talking about Megan,” Emma snapped. “I meant your fucking boss!”
What Rhona had said to Emma about Rosie setting up another accident had been echoing in her head for hours; it had led her memories back to the day she’d heard about her father’s car crash. The police

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:15:41 PM

had investigated but hadn’t found anything suggesting it was anything other than an accident, and Emma had always thought it was. But now… it wasn’t like she had been particularly close to her dad or anything, but neither had she wanted something like that to happen.
Emma wished she was telepathic so she could send some kind of message to the gang; they had to be living on borrowed time now. There was no way Rhona was just going to sit around twiddling her thumbs now she knew.
Hannah watched her, biting her lip nervously as if something was preying on her mind.
“You know, they think I’m a little strange around here,” Miss Davis said, stretching an arm out and beginning to stroke Emma’s hair.
“Is it because you seem like you actually have a heart?” Emma asked.
“Thank you, but…” Hannah blushed. “I’m the only one here who doesn’t really like assfucking. Not giving it, not taking it, not eating it… nothing.”
The last time Emma had met a girl who didn’t like buttsex, she’d joked that the girl just hadn’t tried it with her. But watching Hannah, she wasn’t in the mood for wisecracks.
“I don’t mind other things…” Hannah continued, unbuttoning her top and easing out a breast. She bent down towards Emma, positioned so that the breast was aimed at the prisoner’s lips. Hannah rested her left hand on Emma’s stomach, slowly moving it down.
Emma had silently bet that Hannah had very sweet-tasting nipples – a few seconds later, when she’d poked her tongue out and dabbed, she realised she was right. The safecracker drew Hannah’s right nipple between her lips; it tasted so wonderful Emma almost expected it to melt in her mouth. She gently took Hannah’s nipple between her teeth, delicately rolling it along before she started to suck.
“Can’t you untie me just for a few moments?” Emma asked. “Just so I can rub that rack.”
“I wish I could. I really do,” Hannah replied.
“C’mon,” Emma urged. “I won’t hurt you – I won’t even get off the bed. Who’d know?”
“Mistress would,” Hannah said. “I know you’ll keep your word, but if I untied you for anything other than the bathroom she’d kill me.”
Emma didn’t think for a second that her guardian was being hyperbolic.
“Here you are,” Hannah continued, changing position and giving Emma her other breast as she rested a hand on the safecracker’s flat stomach, slipping a finger into her navel. Hannah moved it around inside briefly before moving the fingers down Emma’s body, sidling them between her legs.
“Thanks for shaving me,” Emma told Hannah, sighing on feeling the woman’s fingertips caressing her slot.
“It was my pleasure,” Hannah replied, letting a finger linger on Emma’s clit. She took it between two digits and slowly started to roll it, a third finger slipping inside. Hannah’s hand moved slowly, enjoying every single bit of Emma’s snug, warm cunt; if she knew exactly how Emma Roberts masturbated she

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:16:11 PM

could have made it better for the patient (prisoner, she mentally reminded herself) by duplicating her technique.
Emma, for her part, wasn’t complaining – Hannah had wonderful finger action, teasing her pussy walls and button while she just lay there, drawing in Miss Davis’s nipples. Emma ran her tongue along the areola, loving each tiny bump; she didn’t even mind that Hannah’s breasts weren’t of Jordan Carver dimensions. She opened her mouth to take in as much of Hannah’s right breast as she could, moving her lips back and forth over it while feeling Hannah’s fingers exploring inside her; if only she could have a feel of Hannah’s own box…
The prisoner began twisting against her bonds, licking on Hannah faster as she felt herself dampening between her legs. Emma could hear Hannah groaning each time her tongue touched the skin; she herself couldn’t keep from sighing into the woman’s cleavage as Hannah fingered her, the tips of the fingers teasing Emma’s pussy walls. Emma wished she didn’t have the upper body strength of a daffodil; she’d have popped these cuffs and pulled Hannah Davis down on top of her like THAT. Obviously she’d have gone on a rampaging war throughout Gideon’s Crossing afterwards, but first she’d have fucked Hannah senseless… maybe even been the first to penetrate that sweet little booty, given enough time and persuasion.
“Ooooohhh…. Ohhhhh…. Mmmmmmm…..” Emma sucked Hannah’s breasts harder, darting back and forth between each one as her pussy cried out for Hannah to replace fingers with tongue. She was grinding her own butt into the mattress with each thrash of her body; Emma was so wet she could feel the spot on the mattress, but with Hannah’s fingers thrusting around and the woman’s lovely smile aimed at her, Emma didn’t care about that.
Emma pressed her face between Hannah’s breasts, screaming as she came over the woman’s fingers. Hannah had her middle finger moving around inside and rubbing the sides of her cunt, and two others playing with her button; Emma didn’t want them to EVER leave as she licked the other woman’s cleavage, smelling her and kissing her. Waves of joy crashed over the captive as she soaked Hannah’s hand; shaking and sweating, she moved back to get another look at Hannah’s perfect boobs.
Emma gasped and sighed, watching as Hannah lifted her hand up and brought it to her lips, tasting the residue.
“I like to do this afterwards. If I like how it feels… can you keep a secret?” Hannah asked.
Emma nodded.
“I didn’t like how it felt the last time I was with Mistress,” Hannah continued quietly, speaking so low Emma suspected that the place was bugged. “But I did like it with you.”
“Have some more… go down on me, please?” Emma begged, lost in the other woman’s eyes.
Hannah shook her head. “Not until we’re out of here,” she said, again in the very low voice.
“It’s a date,” Emma smiled.
“Before I go…” Hannah turned her back on Emma and lifted up her dress. It didn’t come as a surprise to Emma that she wasn’t wearing underwear; it also didn’t come as a surprise that Hannah’s ass was as cute as the rest of her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:17:16 PM

“Mistress doesn’t like us wearing underwear,” Hannah explained. “She says it either helps put men at ease or makes them nervous – it makes it easier for her to do business with them.”
The blonde took hold of her asscheeks and spread them apart, giving Emma Roberts a great view of the winking asshole between them.
“You can do anything you want to that… in your mind,” Hannah said quietly, standing there and letting Emma look for the next few moments, getting it all inside her head and wishing she had a tongue like a lizard. Tied down as she was, Emma couldn’t get any closer and it was killing her.
Hannah let go of her buns and the door closed as she looked over her shoulder and smiled kindly, seeing Emma’s happy-disappointed face – happy at what she’d seen, disappointed at how she couldn’t see it any more.
“Oh, what the heck,” Hannah said. She moved backwards over the captive. “As long as you don’t use your tongue.”
“You’re the boss,” Emma replied, and gratefully kissed Hannah Davis’s ass. She let her lips stay there for a few extra seconds before moving back, watching Hannah looking over her shoulder and smiling tenderly at the captive as she walked out.
At least there was one thing she could thank Rhona Mitra for.
* * * * * * * * * *
JoAnna Garcia and Shay Mitchell kissed, Troian Bellisario and Hayden Panettiere kissed, and Jessica Chastain and Olivia Wilde kissed to round off the farewells.
“You seeing anyone?” Jessica asked. “Look me up when this is all over.”
“Or come and see me if it all goes south?” Olivia suggested.
“C’mon, you gotta think positive!”
“All right, look me up – in a couple of months. I’m just going to take it slow for a while when it’s done,” Olivia told her. “But thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Good luck for tomorrow, all of you,” JoAnna told the group.
“Right back at you,” Blake replied. “And however it turns out – thanks for everything…”
“Thank YOU,” Jessica laughed, eyeing Blake’s legs.
“For coming back and seeing us off, she meant,” Troian added hastily.
“Oh, we know what she meant,” Roselyn chuckled, as the tall blonde rolled her eyes again. “Better get going before traffic builds up…”
It wouldn’t be so much of a problem for Jessica, since she’d come on her motorbike, but cars didn’t have the same facility for zipping through freeway blockages, much to JoAnna’s regret.
“Shame I couldn’t take a look,” Jessica admitted as they headed to their transport modes, putting on her helmet.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:18:01 PM

“You and all of them,” JoAnna giggled.
They were talking about Blake Lively thrashing around on the bed during her multiple masturbations – her orgasms had come through the wall, and Jessica had been tempted to sneak over to the door and crack it open to take a look, but the other members had overruled her.
“Don’t forget to wear something sexy tomorrow night,” Troian added as she got into JoAnna’s car.
“Are you talking to me or Jessica?” asked the other.
“Yes,” Troian replied, smiling.
* * * * * * * * * *
As Rhona Mitra sucked on Emily Ratajkowski’s left breast, it occurred to her not for the first time that Emily was the only woman in her employ who made Rosie Huntington-Whiteley seem like a devoted lover of clothes; she was always lounging around Gideon’s Crossing in underwear, showing off her rack and legs to anyone in the vicinity. At most she wore shorts and a T-shirt, and forget about wearing a skirt that went below the knee. Or even the waist.
Still, whenever Rhona had guests over for business some eye candy around the place generally helped - and Emily had been very useful in helping her out with the odd transaction. She was also very useful in keeping her warm on those nights when Rosie was unavailable – like now. It was a damn cold night, and Rhona didn’t envy Rosie having to drive to LA. She did miss her, though – Rosie liked to fuck Emily while Rhona watched, so it would have been fun to return the favour just once. But anyway…
“Did you have any trouble with Mr. Rogers?” Rhona asked Emily’s chest.
“He struggled a bit,” Emily’s mouth replied. “I don’t know how Rosie can do it.”
“I have to admit, neither do I,” Rhona admitted as her fingers ran through Emily’s nicely trimmed cunt. “I’ve never been able to blend sex and murder, but for Rosie it comes as naturally as breathing.”
Mr. Rogers was Mr. Kenrick Rogers, a former employee of Rhona Mitra who Shay Mitchell and Sarah Shahi would have been very interested to meet; she had arranged to have him work in the Mitchell criminal combine, and it was he who had tipped off the police about the exchange. Kenrick had also seen to it that the real money had been replaced with the fake, and delivered it to Kim Kardashian, who had gotten it to Rhona’s money people in her last action before that stupid solicitation charge doomed her to spend a(nother) year in Remy Hadley. The money was now safe in her variety of accounts, and there was only one more thing she had to do.
It had been a beautiful day in the neighbourhood for Emily when she had smothered him – not only was she tying up a loose end that could turn into a pair of loose lips given the right amount of pressure, but he had been an absolutely TERRIBLE fuck. Emily reasoned she was doing the world’s women a favour by not risking exposure to any more of his substandard head.
“I still can’t believe these are real,” Rhona said softly, bringing up her Ratajkowski-scented fingers to press them onto the young woman’s breasts. “You must have been very popular in school.”
“I did get some favours…” Emily smiled, touching Rhona’s rack. “From both sexes.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:18:43 PM

“You’re a good girl,” Rhona said, kissing her. “Don’t get pregnant any time soon… I would hate for some rugrats to ruin these.”
“I don’t plan to,” Emily replied as their breasts met, nipples brushing against nipples.
The younger woman reclined back as she let Rhona climb onto her, still pressing boobs together. Rhona kissed Emily again as she touched her snatch – such a nice fat pussy button she had…
Rhona stretched herself back, positioning her so now it was their cunts that were touching and regretting that she had to break contact with Emily’s breasts. It was times like this she almost wished she had a real penis. Almost.
Slowly, the two began to press their crotches together, rubbing against the other girl's pussy. At first, this was more to spread their juices about, something that didn't take long, since both Rhona and Emily were already quite turned on. As Rhona rotated her hips in a circle, she felt Emily's pussy coating her skin with sweet sticky slipperiness, and knew she was doing the same to Emily's crotch.
After that, it didn't take too long to start to feel good. Very, very good. Rhona had known – and fucked – numerous women who weren't capable of getting off from scissoring, but neither she nor Emily were among that number. Already the pouty-lipped brunette was panting heavily as Rhona increased the pace of her clit fucking. That only turned Rhona on even more.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, and began thrusting harder against Emily.
And harder.
And harder still.
Emily was no longer fucking back, instead just trying to keep from being humped right off the bed. Rhona's eyes were closed and she was clearly getting close. Emily suspected her boss was using her for an over-glorified masturbation device, and that oddly didn't bother her one bit. She really didn't mind anyone masturbating to – or even on – her.
Rhona's breath became ragged and desperate, and she thrust even harder against Emily, who's crotch was getting sore from the pounding. But she held in there, and a few moments later, they were both rewarded when Rhona exploded in a wet, sloppy climax.
“OH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Rhona bellowed, an unusually loud cry of relief from the typically prim and proper Brit. If Emily's crotch hadn't already been soaked, it was now drenched in Rhona's juices. The older woman's free leg shot up, nearly clocking Emily in the face, and the other practically tossed the younger woman off went it went straight as well.
“Wow, that was hot,” Emily admired when Rhona began to get her senses back.
“Mmmm, thank you,” Rhona said, separating herself from Emily's legs. It took a moment or two – Rhona was still recovering from her orgasm – but eventually the Brit lay down behind Emily, gently reaching around her to play with those tits again. It was a surprisingly tender gesture for a woman who had no trouble killing in cold blood.
Emily suspected it was tenderness like this, after the fact, that drew the truly twisted Rosie to Rhona. Who else but a mob boss could love that serial killer?

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:19:29 PM

“Let me get you off,” Rhona said, dropping her hand down to Emily's pussy. Emily winced when she brushed against her abused clit.
“Maybe try the back,” Emily suggested.
“Mmm, it is a lovely back,” Rhona agreed, bringing her hand around. She had to use her other hand to help spread Emily's perfectly shaped buttocks to reveal the tiny puckered hole hidden inside.
It was at that moment that the alarm on Rhona's phone went off, signaling that it was time she started getting ready for the party.
“Dammit,” Rhona said. “I'm so sorry, I really need to go.”
“Do you?” Emily asked, wiggling her butt a bit to entice the other woman.
“I do. But don’t worry,” Rhona whispered, slipping her right index finger up Emily’s butt. “After the party I’ll see to it that you will have to rename this little beauty Piers Morgan, because it will be an enormous gaping asshole.”
“I thought you called them ‘arseholes’,” Emily giggled.
“I only do that with European girls,” Rhona breathed, kissing Emily’s shoulder.
* * * * * * * * * *
“DAMMIT!”
Ashley hated having her phone go off when she was getting ready, and just after she’d gotten out of the shower to boot. She also hated dropping her towel while running to answer said phone, even though no one could see inside to enjoy the show.
She had the presence of mind to see the caller’s name as she picked the phone up – if she hadn’t she might have snapped “Hello?!” instead of switching to calm and polite mode, and Rhona wouldn’t have taken that well.
“Good morning, Ashley,” the English voice said.
“So what’s on the agenda for this evening?” asked Ashley, trying not to think about the water dripping on the carpet.
“This is not about business, it’s about pleasure,” Rhona assured her. “You’ve served me well over the past several months, and even I believe in showing some appreciation occasionally.”
“Uh-huh…” the blonde replied in anticipation.
“You are cordially invited to my little gathering this evening – I have a special surprise in store for you. It begins at 8, and bring your present.”
Ashley was about to say that it wasn’t Rhona’s birthday when she realised she had said “your present.” A slow smile spread across her face as she realised what she could be getting at.
“I’ll make sure to bring one for you as well,” she said.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:20:04 PM

“No need,” Rhona assured her. “Tonight we’ll both get what we want.”
For once, Ashley didn’t mind being hung up on without saying goodbye.
* * * * * * * * * *
Victor did what he always did when he woke up; he rolled over, expecting to be greeted by a still-slumbering Kate, her face facing his and looking incredibly kissable when asleep.
No such luck – he was alone. And it wasn’t like he’d slept late either… if anything he was up early.
Dammit… well, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten himself off to start the day. Moving onto his back and sighing, he moved his hand down to his cock summoning up Kate and Alison Brie, his go-to morning masturbation aid; there the two of them were, Kate stroking Alison’s wavy black hair while Alison began to undo Kate’s bow….
Wait, what?
Mara and Brie got swept aside by a distraction from outside and touching Victor’s fingers. Curiously, he looked down to see if it was what he thought it was.
It was. There, snugly tied around his shaft, was a ribbon with a note on the end of it. And how she could have pulled that off when he was asleep he couldn’t figure out… Victor untied it and picked the note up.
“Sorry no BJ this morning – duty calls… Kate.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Duty had called Kate Mara the afternoon before; once Kate had done a little checking on the caller and verified she was who she said she was, she agreed to a meet-up.
Too bad the meet-up had to be in a diner at 8 in the morning, and even worse that the place was out of cruellers. Still, at least Kate had some fresh and tasty coffee to keep her going until the caller arrived; she sipped at it as she glanced at her Kindle, hoping the woman wouldn’t keep her waiting too long.
“You’re smaller than you look on TV.”
Kate looked up, seeing a black-haired woman wearing dark glasses and a baseball cap sitting down opposite her. She had a good reason for the sweater, since it was still a little cold in the morning, but other than that...
“Well, they say the camera adds ten pounds,” the reporter replied. “You can take the glasses off…”
“If it’s all the same to you,” Gemma Arterton said, “I feel a little safer with them on.”
Kate thought Gemma was worrying about nothing, not least since it was a good part of town. But she’d told her boss it was part of Channel 5’s series about the SF8, and the least she could do was hear her out, which meant no scaring the woman off. Resting her phone on the table, Kate turned it on and it started recording.
“Can I get you two anything?” asked the waitress.
“Some muffins, please. Blueberry if you have them,” said Kate.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:21:37 PM

“Blueberry we have, ma’am,” the woman told her. “More coffee?”
“Please and thank you. How about you - coffee or tea?” Kate asked Gemma.
“Coffee, please,” the guard replied. “I do drink tea, but I need something stronger to get through this…”
“So what’s so important we can’t talk on the phone?” the reporter asked once their drinks and muffins had been served.
“It’s about the Remy Hadley breakout,” Gemma started, taking a swallow.  “And about Scarlett Johansson.”
“We know the gang beat her up-“
“That’s just it,” Gemma interrupted. “They didn’t. It was Cate Blanchett who did it.”
“The guard who was shot?” Kate said in surprise.
Gemma nodded. “Jessica Alba – she’s one of the other guards - was going to come forward but another guard got to her… I understand why Jessica kept quiet, she’s got family.”
“But you don’t?”
“But I don’t. They can only hurt me.”
“So how come she was scared off?” Kate asked, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Because there’s some bad things happening there,” Gemma continued. “Things I used to be involved with.”
“Like what things?”
Gemma studied her coffee.
“C’mon, you have to give me something,” Kate urged.
"A few days before the San Francisco Eight broke out, a prisoner called Rachel Bilson was paroled,” the brunette said quietly. “She was one of the prisoners that we… we fucked. She also saw some of what Blanchett and her crew got up to.”
“One of?”
“Yes,” Gemma replied. “She’ll back it up. And there’s something else – Jessica knows I’m here. I talked to her, and…”
“And…?” Kate leant forward expectantly.
“She’ll only talk if she’s disguised. She doesn't want her family hurt."
Kate nodded. “But you won’t be disguised when we do it for real?”
Gemma took off her glasses.
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:22:58 PM

None of the women in the nondescript car parked opposite the Spectacular were happy.
Kristen Bell wasn’t happy because she hated having to drive all the way to Los Angeles (especially since unlike Randy Newman, she hated L.A.). Beverley Mitchell wasn’t happy because waiting up in a car since like three in the morning was not her idea of fun. Tammin Sursok wasn’t happy because she was in a car with Beverley Mitchell. Victoria Justice wasn’t happy because she really wanted to be back in a nice warm bed, rather than in a not-nice, not-warm car; especially since a) Beverley had made her wake up because it was getting near opening time, and b) Tammin was in the back with Beverley while she herself was in the front next to Kristen. And none of them were happy because the only place nearby that made coffee happened to do the worst in the Northern Hemisphere.
“I thought you said you were going to make some and bring it, BJ,” Beverley grumbled as she forced hers down.
“I didn’t,” Tammin replied, sorry she’d finished hers so she couldn’t throw it over Beverley’s head. On top of everything else, she’d had to go and buy the stuff.
“Well, you should’ve,” Beverley snapped. “Even yours isn’t as bad as this.”
“It’s not like you ever made any,” Tammin hit back.
“Behave, BJ,” Kristen told her.
Tammin was on the verge of going back to get refills for the sole purpose of dousing Beverley AND Kristen when Victoria said “What the hell is SHE doing here?”
SHE was the only person currently on the street. She was a slim blonde with bee-stung lips heading to the side entrance of the building; all three watched as she slipped inside.
“A friend of yours?” Kristen asked. “Who is she anyway?”
“Not a chance. Her name’s Rosie Huntington-Whiteley,” Victoria told them.
“Classy name for a stripper,” Beverley cracked.
“She doesn’t strip – not any more, anyway, I don’t know. She’s Rhona Mitra’s girlfriend,” Victoria corrected her.
“Wait, she’s her girlfriend?” asked Tammin. “Didn’t she testify at Olivia Wilde’s trial?”
“And Wilde broke out of Remy Hadley with most of the San Fran Eight… this just gets more and more interesting,” Kristen mused. “Sure like to know what Mitra’s girlfriend is doing here this time of day.”
* * * * * * * * * *
It wasn’t WHAT she was doing so much as WHO.
Rosie was pleased to see Alexandra Daddario sitting outside Charisma’s office, awake and eager to please.
“You wanted to see me?” Alexandra asked, as Rosie beckoned her to get up.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:24:09 PM

“Yes, and you look like you were worth the trip,” the blonde replied as they entered Charisma’s area. Alexandra took a seat while Rosie sat on the edge of Charisma’s desk, casually swinging her legs and smiling at the newcomer, admiring her long brown hair and piercing blue eyes, The early morning being what it was and the cheapness of the Spectacular when it came to heating being what it was, Alexandra was still wearing her coat – but Rosie had a suspicion there was something she’d like underneath.
“Miss Carpenter will be in later, I hear,” Rosie told her. “Rhona wanted to be here personally to thank you, but she sent me – she calls me her representative on earth for things like this.”
“Things like this?” asked the young stripper, wondering if Rosie had anything under that skimpy top she was approximating wearing. And the shorts weren’t conducive to the time of day outside either.
“A little tradition Roni has,” Rosie explained. “If any new girls do particularly well she likes to… reward them personally.”
Alexandra raised an eyebrow knowingly. She’d known she was popular with the customers – Charisma and one or two of the girls had confided that a few of them had looked disappointed on nights when she wasn’t in – but if the owner was impressed, that was a new one on her. It looked like the reports were true.
“Are you putting yourself through college, or is this your actual job?” asked Rosie.
“Graduated about halfway through my class,” said Alexandra. “But dancing was… well, IS what I’m good at. Plus I always believed in that saying ‘If you’ve got it, flaunt it’ – why not get paid for it?”
Rosie laughed, sensing a kindred spirit.
“Is it true that you do… favours for customers?” the blonde asked, swinging her legs and not missing Alexandra taking a look.
“Sometimes, if they’re hot. And if they tip real well,” replied Alexandra.
“How well?”
“Even after Charisma takes a percentage it still goes into three figures most nights.”
Rhona had asked Charisma on her last trip down to stop taking cuts from their tips, but Rosie didn’t know that (and likely wouldn’t have done anything about it if she did). Anyway, it was time for the main event… springing off the side of the desk, Rosie pointed to the door.
Alexandra knew exactly what she had in mind, and as she got up she removed her coat and put it on the chair. Unlike Rosie she wasn’t wearing shorts, but the jeans she had on were appreciably tight in the behind; the English blonde let Alexandra get a few paces ahead before she started to follow, doing what she always did whenever there was an attractive ass twitching in front of her and touching it. Constantly. And smiling at how Alexandra never broke her pace, as if she was used to being pawed.
Arriving at the stage, Alexandra turned on the power for the room and headed for the sound system, while Rosie sat down at the table nearest the stage. “Any special requests?” Miss Daddario asked.
“Steel Panther, if you’ve got it,” Rosie replied.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:24:57 PM

That suited Alexandra – she liked it fast and loud (and that was how she liked her music as well) – but as she checked the music selections, anticipation turned to disappointment. Lots of R&B, some metal, a few boy bands, and some weirdo had even tried to slip in Mumford & Sons… but no Steel Panther. “I know they had some here last time – I bet Kay Panabaker pulled it again! Girl has NO taste, none. Hang on a sec…”
Rosie was treated to Alexandra’s chest bouncing as she sprinted to the office where her coat was, and then a second helping moments later as she returned, brandishing her mp3 player and the external device to play it on. “Never leave anything in my car I don’t want stolen,” she explained. “Good thing I didn’t – don’t want to keep you waiting long.”
“No rush,” the blonde assured her as Alexandra set it up, and chose her track before she twirled around, snapping on a smile. As “Party All Day (Fuck All Night)” revved up, Alexandra began to grind, thrusting and gyrating like a woman possessed, playing with the edge of her shirt as she lifted it up and lowered it, lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered showing more of her midriff every time.
Moving around the stage as she danced, Rosie was drawn most of all to Alexandra’s eyes – not just for their blueness but for their sparkling. Even the best strippers occasionally looked as if it was still mainly a job to them, but Rosie could see the girl’s enthusiasm was for real; she knew how to show her body and she loved it, one to the profession born. Alexandra was probably deeply in love with herself, but Rosie knew damn well she herself was hot as fuck, so she couldn’t hold it against her – but as Alexandra slinked off her top and threw it to Rosie, the Englishwoman could see a couple of things she wanted Alexandra Daddario to hold against her.
With her shoulders and legs bucking and grinding, Alexandra twisted her supple body this way and that as Steel Panther continued and Rosie, not even trying not to visibly salivate at Miss D’s unbelievable rack, bobbed her head rapidly to the music and felt a dampening between her legs. The girl was EVERYWHERE – while some of the other girls acted like they’d disintegrate if they moved beyond their marks, Alexandra was treating the whole room like her own personal playground, pumping her hips next to the chairs as she teased the band of her jeans. The brunette twirled to a pillar next to Rosie’s chair, pressing her jugs on the hard surface; she then thrust her lower half towards Rosie’s eager face, treating the blonde to a close shot of her wiggling ass as she lowered the trousers down.
Rosie was delighted to see her instinct when she’d felt Alexandra’s rump had been right – no panties, no thong, no nothing.
“I only wear underwear during business hours,” the brunette said semi-apologetically, stepping out of the jeans without losing a beat and pirouetting around; as she thrust in front of and above her, boobs just out of reach and pussy teasing her, Rosie’s mouth couldn’t help but drop open – Alexandra Daddario naked was freaking GLORIOUS. If she was a paying customer she’d have risked getting thrown out to feel the woman up.
But she was the hopefully-soon-to-be-wife of the owner, and no one else was around. Rosie’s fingers moved towards Alexandra’s mouthwatering cunt as if it was a magnet, her breath coming in short pants as she imagined how it felt.
Her breath came out a little faster as soon as she touched it. Rosie traced her fingertips along Alexandra’s pussy lips – she had a lovely slit on her, slightly moist and just begging to be entered. As

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:25:41 PM

Rosie lightly stroked the stripper’s cunt, she thrust her face forward, plunging into Alexandra’s huge, soft breasts. Mmmmmmm…. if Alexandra had decided to whisper “I got you now” and used those milk pillows to smother the life out of Rosie, she would just sit there and enjoy it.
Alexandra did put her hands on the back of Rosie’s head, but only to press it in a little closer as the blonde began to move her head from side to side, loving how each boob felt as it bounced along the cheek. Rosie rubbed her face into Alexandra’s left breast, failing to resist the urge to lick the swollen, freckled nipple. She popped in into her mouth, sucking hard on it as her fingers spread into the stripper’s pussy.
Rosie teased Alexandra’s swollen clit, wondering if it tasted as nice as her chest did. She moved her mouth onto the other boob, relishing the milky bounciness before she returned to thrashing between the breasts. Rosie rubbed her head up and down and back and forth, letting herself be enveloped by them as her fingers fondled Alexandra’s sex while .
Alexandra moved her fingers under Rosie’s top and took the blonde’s own breasts into her hands, dandling the small but perfect boobs on her palms. She pressed them back onto Rosie’s chest, not minding that she didn’t have that much to squash and sighing as she felt Rosie’s tongue licking between her own rack. The blonde’s head was moving hard enough to bring on heat, and her finger was sneaking deeper inside Alexandra… so warm. No wonder Alexandra did so well.
“There’s more room on the stage,” the stripper pointed out as she slowly slid off Rosie and headed there. Hypnotised by Alexandra’s ass, Rosie eagerly followed as the song changed.
“Gotta get this for later,” the stripper said, taking a quick detour to get another item from her bag. Rosie gave the thumbs up on seeing what Alexandra was wielding – she rarely went anywhere without her own sex equipment. And with a double-headed dildo, Rosie could guess where it was going… and she liked that journey.
“Mind holding onto this for me?” Alexandra asked, wielding the dildo as Rosie quickly undressed and lay down on the stage, glad that the Spectacular had at least flung out enough money to put some kind of covering on the ground. Wood splinters in her ass was not one of her kinks.
“Sure,” the blonde said, holding out a hand.
“Not that,” Alexandra laughed, crouching onto Rosie’s chest. “I think those’ll be busy.”
Alexandra peered over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t mess it up, and casually inserted one end of the dildo into Rosie’s crotch.  “Should be safe there till we’re ready.”
Rosie didn’t mind – it wasn’t the first time that had happened. It left almost as nice as Alexandra’s buttcheeks did on her palms as she felt them en route to her chest; the stripper settled herself down, seated so she wouldn’t be causing Rosie any pain. The English blonde flicked her tongue out, taking little dabs at Alexandra’s box and teasing her clit.
“Tasty,” Rosie murmured, licking further as Alexandra started fondling her blonde tresses; although Miss Huntington-Whiteley was the lighter of the two, she minded the pressure of the stripper’s warm body on her chest not a bit. The brunette cradled the blonde’s head, shivering with every touch of Rosie’s

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:26:19 PM

tongue while eyeing her nipples; Alexandra hoped against hope that maybe she could sort out a way Rosie could spend an hour or so eating her out. But first…
“The customer’s always right... left or right tit?” Alexandra asked.
“Mmm… I wish we had time for you to do both. I’m very greedy,” Rosie laughed, stroking Alexandra’s stomach as she licked her sex one last time. “Just do the right.”
“Darn - I love it when I can change midsession…”
Alexandra got up a little, and positioned herself above Rosie’s left breast. She swayed herself along the tip of Rosie’s nipple, letting it tease her button for a few moments. Each time she brushed it, Alexandra felt it get a little harder – she’d seen penises about the same size as Rosie’s nips. At their biggest length.
She began to move her pussy in tiny little circles around Rosie’s nipple, sending it to and fro. She loved feeling the blonde’s areola bumps touching her, making her ever damper. Each little bit of contact heated the stripper a little more as she fondled Rosie’s head.
“Like it?” Alexandra asked.
“Love it,” Rosie replied, enjoying how tight and warm Alexandra’s muff was around her nipple; she edged herself just a few millimetres, slipping her breast a little further up Alexandra, and moved herself a bit alongside the stripper.
“No, no, no… I’ll do the work,” Alexandra breathed.
“I want to do it,” Rosie said. “Besides, your cunt feels great.”
Alexandra treated Rosie to a dazzling appreciative grin as Rosie’s breast moved against her cunt. The blonde fondled Alexandra’s sides, eyeing her jiggling chest as she moved up and down, enjoying the sensations Rosie’s nipple was giving her as it rubbed against her inside. Alexandra had once had Charisma take her like that, and the woman had actually managed to lactate a little while her tit was inside; if it had been a cock she’d have been let down, but to get some milk under those conditions… it wasn’t coincidence that later that night Charisma had foregone a percentage for the only time in Spectacular history. It wasn’t going to happen with Rosie, but… she moaned as Rosie wriggled a bit more, lightly pinching Alexandra’s ass.
Then the stripper got up, moving back in time to the music and watching Rosie’s eyes scan her body. Without missing a beat as she switched her feet to either side of the English blonde, she turned around and reached down to pull the dildo out, making sure Rosie got a good view of both her holes. That was why Alexandra took it out relatively slowly before pressing a button in the centre; she wanted Rosie to enjoy what she was looking at before she blocked the sight of her winking asshole.
But Rosie didn’t mind when that happened, because it was being blocked by Alexandra inserting one end of the dildo into it, her ass twitching merrily. Plus it was a PleasureTron 2000 – you didn’t have to grease it up because each model came with a cartridge of lube; you opened it up and inserted the cartridge, and when you turned it on the lube seeped out through tiny holes all along the dildo. All you had to do was make sure you had a cartridge inside before you used it, and Rosie still remembered the time she’d forgotten. It had been some time before Rhona had forgiven her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:27:04 PM

“Join me?” Alexandra asked once her half of the dildo was secured.
Rosie replied by getting up eagerly and presenting her tight little buns to Alexandra. Then she eased herself backwards, years of practice guiding her back door directly to the tip of the PleasureTron. Rosie let out little gasps as she worked it up her, inch by slicked-over inch.
Alexandra started to thrust against Rosie, rubbing her cheeks against the blonde as the PleasureTron slammed into her. Both ladies had their tight assholes closed in tight around the tube, grinding it back and forth between them; Rosie shoved back, wiggling as Alexandra cried, moving her own behind and making the PleasureTron slide a couple of inches back.
As the music rushed over the two women, Rosie and Alexandra continued their hot game of tug o’war. One moment Rosie had the device pumping into Alexandra, the next the blonde was feeling it coring up into her further. Each kept pushing against each other, with one contact coming so close that both let out a happy sigh together – yay for female anatomy having their holes so near that their snatches touched that time. Alexandra took advantage of that to shake herself so she was pushing the device up Rosie and massaging her cunt with Rosie’s.
“Oooohhh… uhhh…. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccceeeeeeeeeeeee…….” Rosie cored herself and Alexandra as she enjoyed her asshole’s constant stretching. Almost as good as cock. Almost. Anyway, Alexandra was moving her butt and the dildo nearly as fast as the song; the beat in her ass was a lot harder than whoever the drummer for that group was.  Yelling with each thrust, Rosie bucked back against Alexandra, feeling the stripper’s ass pumping against her own, and feeling her cunt soaking and hot.
“WWWHOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Rosie screamed in a way an English debutante usually wasn’t supposed to, digging her fingernails into the carpet and slapping back against Alexandra, her body shaking as she came and her cunt soaking Miss Daddario’s. Rosie kept grinding back, her gamine backside pushing the dildo into Alexandra and hearing the stripper’s moans get louder and higher. Rosie visualised watching Alexandra on her hands and knees, breasts swayingly inviting and her body glistening as she enjoyed every single movement – and howling as the PleasureTron, now at its peak, shot its load out of each end into the women’s assholes.
Rosie and Alexandra’s sighs subsided as the flow stopped; the two women crouched on the ground to recover, the PleasureTron keeping them together until one or the other of them stopped hurting enough to take it out. And right on cue, the album ended.
“That was fun,” Alexandra said in between gulps of air.
“Alex…” Rosie panted.
“Yeah…?”
“First thing I have to do is lick the other end off. And second… you are getting one HELLUVA tip.”
* * * * * * * * *
“What’s she smiling about?” Beverley asked no one in particular as Rosie strode out of the Spectacular, moving a little slower than when she came in.
“The only time I ever saw her grinning like that she’d just had sex,” Victoria offered

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:27:56 PM

“Yeah, the hair does look a little mussed,” Beverley agreed.
“So she came all the way down to the City of Angels just for some pussy?” Kristen wondered. “It better have been worth it. Now get up here, BJ.”
“Come again?” asked Tammin, watching Rosie get into her car and start the long drive back.
“You’re our designated driver home,” Kristen explained. “I need a break, and a nap.”
Tammin quickly realised that she’d be next to Victoria all the way back to San Francisco, and eagerly hopped out of the car to change seats.               
“I could use some sleep too…” Victoria murmured.
“Yeah, you get some rest,” Tammin told her tenderly.
“Should’ve asked you this earlier, Beverley… which one of the San Fran Eight got the guard?” asked Kristen as she settled in next to her.
“It was Blake Lively,” Beverley replied.
“Makes sense,” Kristen agreed. “She’s got like a foot on Johansson.”
“Doesn’t have any history of that kind of thing,” Tammin mused. “Blake always struck me as a lover, not a fighter.”
“Hey, you wouldn’t believe what people can do when they’re up against it,” Beverley said.
“You got me there,” Tammin admitted as she started the car, but privately she was wondering why Blake hadn’t brought out her inner Buffy Summers when Jaime Pressly was coming on to her.
And so was Kristen.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jessica Biel asked over her coffee.
“I’m just a little nervous,” Kat Dennings said quietly from the other side of Jessica’s desk, not touching hers.
“About what?”
“About this weekend,” the buxom brunette replied. “It’s my first date in… in ever.”
“Relax, it’ll be fine. And if it does go south, just give me a call,” Jessica said reassuringly. “Now drink up – you don’t want to hurt Natalie’s feelings.”
Kat definitely didn’t want to upset Natalie Dormer, the new intern stuck with coffee-making duties what with Tammin not being around to do it. She picked the cup and took a swallow.
“Not bad, huh? At least she’s forking out for a decent brand,” Jessica smiled.
“I’m not picky,” Kat replied. “Anyway, I finished looking at the Union Bank details…”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:28:27 PM

“Do you think you could dumb it down for me?” the director asked. “Save the in-depth stuff for when you write the report.”
“Sure,” Kat said, taking another swallow. “Something in their system has been infecting accounts and draining them – it’s being sent to places all over San Francisco. I ran down some of them and they’re pretty much shells, but a couple of the buildings are owned by a company called Sinclair Enterprises.”
“And how does that help me?” Jessica asked, watching Kat’s chest heaving.
“It was owned by James Dalton – when he got killed his wife inherited it.”
“And his wife would be…”
“Number one on Kristen Bell’s hit list,” Kat finished, and Jessica Biel immediately forgot all about Kat Dennings’ breasts.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Thank you, Elena,” Rhona told the aide who’d brought her morning physical post.
“All junk mail and non-essential bills removed,” Elena Satine said perkily.
“I expect nothing less,” the boss replied, opening the first letter. “Find Emily Ratajkowski and Aubrey Plaza – their job this morning is to bring in the remaining members of the San Francisco Eight.”
“Right away, mistress,” Elena said with a curtsy as she started to turn.
“Much as I enjoy watching you leave…” Rhona added.
“Why, thank you!”
“…there is one more thing. I understand Aubrey can be a little overeager, so make it clear to her I mean they should bring them in alive.”
“I’ll tell them, mistress,” Elena assured her, before slowly walking out.
Rhona nodded approvingly as she studied the retreating redhead’s plump, pert behind. No matter how long it took for Elena to walk away, it was always too short.
* * * * * * * * * *
One of JoAnna and Jason’s private jokes was that that they fucked like Democrats, meaning that they took turns being on top. That morning it was JoAnna’s turn; her hands clutching Jason’s biceps, she gulped on his cock hungrily as he rubbed her head, enjoying her lips engorging him up to the balls. Even though she had only woken up ten minutes before, JoAnna was working him as if she’d downed her coffee first; taking very quick snatches of air as she sucked, she had him trapped in her mouth and he never wanted to leave.
“Giving head isn’t a sport yet,” Jason said happily. “But don’t stop training…”
Not being in the mood for swallowing any of his stuff today, as she hadn’t been the past several times they’d fucked, JoAnna drew her head back slowly, savouring each inch of his prick as it left her mouth

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:28:58 PM

and stood there, tall and proud. She couldn’t resist giving it a few more licks from bottom to top, kissing the end when she reached it.
“You always know when to stop,” Jason sighed.
“Can’t lose any of it,” JoAnna replied, as she started to lower her cunt over the prick. “That never gets old…”
Jason enjoyed the snug way JoAnna’s box fitted around his cock as she began riding it, feeling it ramming up inside her as the inside of her cunt slid along his length. Grunting and gasping, Jason had a silly grin on his face; feeling JoAnna’s soft buttocks bouncing up and down on his balls, and watching her breasts jiggling and her hair flying, he would have been happy to just lie there and enjoy it; for the past few days they’d gotten off each day by… well… getting off. It wasn’t like they were trying to get JoAnna knocked up before the actual marriage, but it was still some time off.
They had a good mattress – it wasn’t even creaking under them as Jason clutched JoAnna, his cockhead forcing up further as JoAnna ground against him, grabbing his hips and bucking for dear life. If he had the time, he’d be jamming his cock in between those sweet boobies and giving her a little moisturising before work… if he had any LEFTTTTTTTTTT….
“TOO QUICK!” Jason screamed, as he felt his cock start to shoot. “TOO DAMN QUICKKKKK!!!!” He held JoAnna harder, feeling his lover thrashing as he pumped loads and loads of his manjuice into her, the stream rushing inside as if this was the last time he’d ever do it and he had to leave her with everything he had. JoAnna gasped and shook, panting and crying out as she felt her pussy filling up; this was the one thing – the only thing – Shay couldn’t give her. It seemed like hours before the flood subsided, although it was only a minute.
“This is gonna sound weird, but… I think I’m ready now,” JoAnna panted as she let Jason out of her regretfully and lay down against his chest.
“Ready for what?” Jason asked.
“You, me, and another girl,” JoAnna replied. “Or another guy, if you don’t mind…”
Jason immediately ignored the last six words as he remembered the best dream he’d ever had – JoAnna and her friend Anastasia Ashley, the one who loved spending her weekends surfing and had a body to die for, relaxing on a beach and fucking in front of Jason. Being a predictable sex dream, they’d invited him to join in – curse the alarm for breaking in when he was balls-deep in Anastasia’s behind while JoAnna was kissing her. If he had to share JoAnna with another guy for a shot at that, it was fair enough…
“I’m meeting Anastacia at The Ice Cream Bar after work,” JoAnna continued, remembering just before she formed the sentence that Anastacia was a non-drinker. “And she dropped a couple of hints about wanting to join us some time – she’s not doing anything this weekend…”
Jason’s eyes widened – he was surprised to find he’d already gotten hard again.
“So, I guess you’re up for it?” JoAnna asked with a twinkle as she took his reaction in her hands.
* * * * * * * * * *

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:29:39 PM

Troian’s closet didn’t have much clothes in there, and as she went through the limited options she had to take into consideration where she’d be going. The dresses she had were fine for most evenings out, but if she was going to show up at Gideon’s Crossing and expect people to be eyeing her she’d probably need something that showed off a bit more skin – and booty shorts were out. But at least she had the whole day to sort out the kind of dress required, Troian mused as she closed the door and headed for her shoes and wallet. Yay for days off…
The phone rang, the display saying “Channel 5.”
That wasn’t good; even as she answered it, Troian was kicking herself.
“Hello?”
“Morning, Troian,” Katie Cassidy briskly said on the other end. “Look, I hate to do this, but…”
“But I have to come in?”
“Emily Rickards is off sick, and we need you to fill in for her. She’ll be back in tomorrow and you can take that day off, no problem.”
“Alright…  see you soon.”
“Not with that traffic,” Katie laughed. “Thanks – ‘bye.”
The moment Katie hung up, Troian started to call Navi as she gulped. It was time for her to ask a BIG favour.
* * * * * * * * * *
“We got a problem,” Roselyn told the others after she hung up.
“What else is new?” Olivia replied.
“Troian can’t make it – she can still get us what we need but she won’t be at the party.”
“Doesn’t JoAnna have any hot friends?” Shay asked.
“Actually, Troian did say she was trying to get someone to go with her instead…” Roselyn replied nervously, briefly glancing at Hayden.
“That someone called Navi Rawat?” asked the blonde. “She couldn’t have gone down the Bay Area and gotten a streetwalker instead?”
“Good ones cost a lot,” Roselyn said with a little smile. “The good news is she’ll drop by here before Channel 5… and she sent us a little extra. Which was nice of JoJo.”
“Nice of JoJo?” asked Olivia.
“JoJo sent us something to tide us over,” the leader said, passing Olivia the phone.
The something was a shot of JoAnna Garcia, beaming and nude in the bathroom she and Jason shared – her face was partly obscured thanks to her holding the phone over it, but there was plenty on display.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:30:20 PM

Olivia smiled in approval before handing it to Blake, who passed it on to Shay without a glance; Shay spent noticeably longer looking at the picture than the others.
“I still think we should try and get some currency from Rhona,” Blake mused when the rest of them had stored JoAnna’s naked body for later masturbatory purposes. “Even if we can’t take her for the four million each.”
“I got a surprise for you… we are,” the leader smiled. “While you were making dinner last night we took a vote – we’re going to talk Emma into busting her safe before we go.”
“Like she’d need much persuasion,” Shay added.
“You know what they make money out of?” Olivia said. “They make it out of cotton.”
“They don’t call it the fabric of our lives for nothing,” laughed Hayden.
“Hope Troian’s gotten a big ride for us,” Roselyn continued, eyeing the window with the others.
They were already planning to leave the party in a different car from whatever they’d arrive in, or possibly two (so they could fit Megan, Emma and whatever they could heist from Rhona), but just in case that wasn’t possible for some reason or other they’d told Troian to get as big a car as she could, if she couldn’t run down a van (“Again with the vans?” Shay had asked). And since the poor woman had been denied her holiday, she’d have to go down to the nearest car rental place and drop it off *before* she went to work… Roselyn was seriously considering ignoring what Troian had said and cutting her in on what they got.
“Oh, you’re kidding!”
Blake had been the first to see a nice-looking car approaching the building; a nice-looking car which pulled up directly outside it, driven by Troian Bellisario. A nice-looking car which happened to be a SEAT IBL concept car. Which could only seat five of them.
“Sorry, guys… really sorry,” Troian said sheepishly as she got out. “This is the biggest one the place had – I didn’t have time to really go searching…”
“Where’d you go - a rental place for ants?” asked Roselyn, before catching herself. “Sorry – I know you were rushing, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I got a lot more pissed at the guy who ran the place,” Troian assured her. “They didn’t have much on the lot.”
“If Megan can’t get a big enough second ride someone’s gonna have to get in the trunk for the return trip,” Blake said; she, and everyone else, instinctively looked at Hayden.
“Won’t be the first time I’ve had to hide getting away from someplace,” the small blonde laughed.
“Hope Megan gets Rosie’s car,” Olivia added.
“Hate to cut this short, but Channel 5 is like miles away from here…” Troian said, rubbing Hayden’s shoulder. “See you all tonight, and get some good stuff.”
“Wear something short,” Shay told her. “Maybe your legs will make Rhona so mad she blows up.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:31:16 PM

Troian would have lifted her dress to give Shay and the others a look at said pins if she hadn’t been wearing pants, but she did wink at them as she headed for wherever the nearest bus stop was.
* * * * * * * * * *
Two hours or so later, they’d forced down their breakfast - it had been Olivia’s turn to do it, and food was not her forte.
“At least it’ll be the last time you have to put up with my cooking,” she said ruefully.
“Too bad we can’t just go now,” Hayden added.
“Too soon,” Roselyn reminded them as they cleared the table. “Wheels up at four.”
“Who wants to get taken for all the pennies they’ve got?” asked Blake, eyeing the deck of cards.
“Ha… no chance,” replied Shay, en route to the kitchen. “Better off vegging in front of the box till four...”
Shay’s voice tailed off as she stopped by the window, before edging back.
“What’s up, kid?” asked Roselyn. “If it’s about Rhona…”
“There’s a car out there,” Shay said softly.
“Well, yeah, Troian brought it,” Hayden pointed out.
“No, there’s another one,” said the family criminal. “All this time no one’s shown up, now there’s another one out there…”
The others sidled over to the window to take a peek, staying just below the frame’s level; each one was thinking maybe Shay was exaggerating, nothing to worry about, it was probably just an abandoned car…
Hope stopped springing when they spotted the car. It wasn’t the flashiest thing on four wheels, but it could have been just left there. Except for the presence of two brown-haired women sitting in the front; a gorgeous sloe-eyed one riding shotgun and a less attractive but still foxy one behind the wheel. The driver glanced towards Shay very, very briefly, but it was enough – now both sides knew the others were there.
“Maybe it’s nothing?” Hayden suggested, not sounding convinced even as she said it.
“You still want to wait till four?” Olivia asked. “Rhona’s goons could come in here any moment.”
“If they wanted to do that, how come they’re just sitting out there?” Blake replied.
“Could be just playing with us… freak us out, then when we think nothing’s going on they get us,” Roselyn suggested, picking up her gun.
“How’d they find us?” Shay wondered.
“Worry about that later,” said Roselyn. “But Olivia’s right – we’re going NOW.”
A moment later, anyone passing by would have been startled to see five beautiful women bursting out of the building, racing for the car parked directly by the door; Olivia dived into the driver’s seat, while Shay slid along the car’s hood and got in next to her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:33:03 PM

“Check youout, Luke Duke!” Hayden laughed as she got in the back, Blake and Roselyn on either side.
“GO!!!” Roselyn shouted, as Olivia started it up – a second after the other car kicked into gear. “Try and lose our pals back there and get to Gideon’s Crossing the long way round.”
“I hate driving fast,” the woman muttered as she sped up, but Olivia still had a small bit of relief – at least she and the others were finally getting out of that hideout. And whatever happened, it wasn’t likely they’d ever be coming back.
The car may not have been big, but at least it was fast; it went around the corner and headed north, everyone inside glad it wasn’t rush hour. Shay couldn’t help but glance back nervously, seeing to her relief that there was an increasing distance between them and the other car. Maybe they’d…
Oh, shit. The other woman in the car had a gun – and before Shay could get the gun out to try and cut the pursuers off, the woman had fired.
She only fired once, but she hit the target; the three in the back yelled in shock as they heard the back left tire burst, throwing the car off balance. As Olivia angrily screeched the car to a stop by a vacant lot, thankful that it hadn’t happened somewhere they could have had a nasty crash, the other car rapidly pulled up besides them; Shay, Blake and Roselyn kept a grip on their guns as the two women got out, both armed themselves.
“The only reason people don’t call her One Shot Ratajkowski is that it’s a mouthful,” Aubrey Plaza announced, motioning with her gun. “I think you guys know what to do.”
“Oh, just get it over with!” shouted Roselyn.
“Relax, we were never going to shoot any of you,” Aubrey snapped. “You were planning on coming after your friends… Rhona just figured she’d save you the trouble. Now, out of the car.”
Sighing, the five did so.
“And if you’d all give me or Emily any guns you’ve got on you…”
The armed members handed over their guns reluctantly, and Aubrey tucked two into the waistband of her jeans while Emily used the other for additional coverage.
“Thanks a bunch,” said Aubrey. “Emily here loves blondes, so the two of can ride with her back to Rhonaland while the other three get to join me.”
“But first off, I’ve got a little job for you to do,” Emily said breezily. “Blake… it’s Blake, right? Go and put the spare tyre on while shorty here gets comfy in the driver’s seat.”
“Me?” asked Blake.
“Yes, you,” replied Emily, aiming the two guns at her. “People with guns don’t have to do anything they don’t want to.”
“And you can’t drive?” asked Hayden.
“I hold guns and I look good, I don’t have to drive,” Emily said as she and Hayden watched Blake pop open the trunk and bend down to get the tyre out.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:34:15 PM

Listening to Emily’s appreciative whistle at the sight she gave them, Blake wondered for the umpteenth time why it seemed like EVERYONE she ran into on this gig was into women.
* * * * * * * * * *
Gideon’s Crossing, a sprawling piece of Spanish-influenced real estate, had one of the nicer views of the Pacific from the cliff it was situated on, especially if it was a lovely sunny afternoon like today. As Rosie headed up the driveway her mind was on what she should be wearing tonight, and on the time her friend Emma Watson and her boyfriend had visited her. Emma had been the best friend a girl could want – she had a beautiful butt and her guy had almost as nice balls, and neither of them minded if Rosie wanted to suck on them.
Rosie instinctively took a hand off the steering wheel to put it between her legs at the memory of her and Emma happily licking the guy’s cock, driving with the other hand as she made her way to the garage.
A good distance away, the agents’ car sat idling as Beverley fidgeted in the back seat.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…!” She bolted out, racing for the bushes as Kristen chuckled.
“I did tell her to go two hours back, didn’t I?” Tammin muttered from the front.
“Maybe she wanted to time it,” Victoria suggested. “Can’t say I blame her.”
“Neither can I,” Kristen added.
The bushes that Beverley Mitchell was watering were located on the verges of Rhona Mitra’s place, so if she couldn’t actually piss on her (whether or not she was on fire) this was the next best thing. And now they knew Rosie was tied to Rhona if she was heading back and forth from Rhonaland.
A relieved Beverley headed back to the car. “I think I might have gotten a little on my seat,” she said as she headed to the driver’s door. “I’ll take us back to base – B.J., go sit in the back.”
“Why does she have to go?” asked Victoria. “And why do you have to keep treating Tammin like shit anyway?”
“B.J., go sit in the back,” Beverley told the agent very calmly. It wouldn’t do for her to yell at a witness. Not at this point, anyway.
“No, I’LL go-“ Victoria started.
“It’s all right,” Tammin told her resignedly as she got out. “I’m used to it.”
“And once we’ve signed in with Director Biel maybe I should join you and Victoria,” Beverley continued. “Two agents with her are better than one.”
As Kristen started to call Jessica to let her know what had happened, Tammin had no choice but to agree.
* * * * * * * * * *
Megan Fox counted her blessing.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:34:55 PM

Not blessings plural, blessing – she was no longer hanging from the roof, but was finally lying on a bed. Her arms were ultra-relieved they had a chance to stay at their regular length again, even if the air conditioning still hadn’t been turned on. She’d even managed something she’d so far been denied in Gideon’s Crossing… a good night’s sleep; it had come to something when Megan was relieved to not have hot women pawing her.
But she still wasn’t relaxed – she could only think about what had happened yesterday. Even if she could escape she wasn’t kidding herself she could possibly get word to the gang before Rhona could send a bunch of her cronies to the hideout. And what about Emma? Megan knew they’d see to it that her fellow captive found out who’d sold them out, and Emma would spend her dying breaths cursing her out.
The door opened, and in came a real anomaly – a lady with bouncy natural tits which Megan didn’t want to suck. It wasn’t just that the lady was armed, it was that Lindsay Lohan’s face was showing the effects of a rough life, and Megan was the kind of woman who couldn’t overlook something like that. Even if Lindsay was coming close to smiling.
“Go and get washed up, Meggie,” said Lindsay. “There’s a surprise for you.”
“Do you have to have that thing out?” asked Megan, looking at the gun Lindsay had on her.
“We’re not all as trusting as Hannah Davis,” the captor replied with a little sneer. “Now go.”
Megan pointedly did not start to undress as she headed for the shower; Lindsay was not about to get a free show this morning if she had anything to say about it.
Lindsay’s gun cocked; that DID have something to say about it. Resignedly Megan started to undress as Lindsay sat back.
“I might not be able to touch,” Lindsay said contentedly, “but I can still watch.”
* * * * * * * * * *

Shivering and trying hard not to cough, Emma walked down the hall with Michelle Ryan by her side. Even though she was feeling better, Emma had a sneaky suspicion she was going to feel a lot worse before long; it didn’t help that Michelle was keeping her distance while still covering her with her gun (“I don’t want to catch what you’ve got, she’d smirked).
“So what’s the surprise?” Emma asked.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Michelle replied as they passed a door on the left. “Great timing for that question – we’re here.”
“The gym,” Emma said, studying the door. “Does this body look fat to you?”
“I like my girls with a bit more bounce,” Miss Ryan sneered. “Now go build your tits up so I can grab something next time. I’ll wait.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:36:22 PM

Figuring that she’d at least get away from Michelle – who among her other flaws had appalling breath – Emma pushed open the door to go into the gym; maybe she could get some stuff done on the treadmill, because she didn’t feel up for any weights.
The second the door shut behind her, Emma could see that was out of the question – Roselyn Sanchez and Olivia Wilde were using the weights, Blake Lively and Shay Mitchell were on the treadmill, and Hayden Panettiere was rapidly filling her line of vision as she ran towards her, her face lit up.
“EMMA!!!” Hayden’s shout of joy snapped the others out of their exercise, the others rapidly going over to meet up with their comrade; Shay in particular actually looked happy for the first time that day. The slim safecracker was soon being buried under cheerful females, everyone asking if she was all right like it was a family reunion.
“Hey, guys, gimme some air!” she laughed. “Just glad you’re OK...” It took a little effort to keep from adding “so far.”
“We’d have done this anyway,” Roselyn smiled. “If it had been anyone other than you or Megan we were gonna jump them.”
“Not a smart idea,” Emma said ruefully, hugging Shay. “Everyone in this place has a gun, it looks like. Anyway, how are you all holding up?”
“We’re pissed, thank you very much,” said Olivia, wincing a little – her leg was still a bit troublesome. “War wounds aside, we wanna find out who tracked us down and… well, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. But it wasn’t her fault,” Emma replied, her mood dampening at the mention. “Megan held out as long as she could…”
“Megan?” Blake repeated. “But I was figuring that it was…” She hesitated, biting her lip.
“ME?” Emma snapped, glaring at her. “Trust me, Rhona could have come after me till the end of time and I’d have never said anything. You think I’d want to help the cunt who killed my dad?! You want to take getting caught out on someone, don’t do it on Megan.”
“No. Do it on Megan.”
Megan had come into the room while Emma was mouthing off, taken there and dropped off by Lindsay. She looked at the group mournfully, while the others gave her looks that mixed relief and concern.
“C’mon, take me,” she said quietly. “I deserve it.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Kate Mara did not like The Big Bang Theory, or anything that reminded her of The Big Bang Theory. Having to walk up several flights of stairs thanks to the elevator being out of order landed right in that category; the fact that it was in the name of interviews made zero difference.
“Yay for technology!” Troian Bellisario said alongside her, carrying the camera equipment. Gemma Arterton might have inconsiderately chosen to take an apartment on the top floor of an eleven-floor building, but at least Troian wasn’t struggling with her stuff. Much.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:37:13 PM

“I guess we could use the exercise,” Kate mused as the two emerged from the stairwell and headed for apartment 1104. “Sorry about the party again.”
“It’s not your fault,” Troian assured her, successfully hiding her annoyance as Kate knocked on the door. She would owe Navi a whole ton when this was all over, and she just hoped it would end the right way… if it didn’t Navi would never forgive her, and neither would Troian herself.
A few moments later, Kate and Troian forgot their long journey up the stairs as the door opened; a casually-dressed young woman with brown hair and a look of anticipation on her face.
“Sorry about the lift,” Gemma said ruefully. “It was supposed to be fixed today… welcome to my humble abode.”
“Nicer than my place,” Troian observed as she and Kate entered the neatly furnished apartment, which looked suspiciously camera-ready – but then she was used to even the biggest slobs suddenly finding the strength to make their surroundings presentable if they were going to be on TV.
“Would you like something to drink before we start?” asked Gemma. “Whoever isn’t driving can have something strong…”
“That would be great, but we’re not allowed to drink on duty,” Kate said regretfully. “Ever since the Sofia Vergara incident they don’t want to risk anyone going on camera three sheets to the wind.”
“Oh, I remember that,” Gemma laughed as Troian set the equipment up. “I don’t know why she didn’t get fired.”
“She gives the audience two things they love – sports news and a huge rack, duh,” Troian pointed out as the reporter and the guard settled down on the sofa. “Just got to check the lighting here... where does your friend want to sit?”
“Next to her,” said Jessica Alba quietly.
Jessica didn’t like to call in sick, but with Gemma having rearranged her holidays to take today off for interview purposes, and since there was no way she’d talk to this reporter without Gemma to give her support, she’d had no choice. She didn’t even want close ups of her lips on screen (Jessica had had more than her share of sex not only with prisoners but with guards, including more than a few who were Team Blanchett – she was terrified someone would recognise her just from that).
“Your face’ll be out of camera range, don’t worry,” Kate assured her. “And we’ll change your voice; they won’t know it’s you.”
“It’ll be fine,” Gemma added. “We’re in this together.”
“Sorry I’m not as brave as you,” Jessica said, twisting her hands as she sat a few feet from the sofa.
“It’s Winslet who needs to be sorry,” Gemma replied.
Troian nodded, pushing the party she’d be missing from her mind as she finished setting up. “All right, ladies… anytime you’re ready.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:38:21 PM

As Gemma and Jessica glanced at each other while Kate started the interview, Troian thought it was a pity that Alba wasn’t going to appear on screen – girl was hotter than Death Valley in the summer. Even though she was at work, Troian couldn’t help wanting to store the two guards for some spank bank time later… she might as well get something out of today, since she’d have to miss the party. Thank goodness she wasn’t with Karen Gillan, at least – Kate never forgot the questions when it came time to do the cut-ins, whereas Karen always missed several.
“Now why are you coming forward?” Kate asked.
“It’s time people knew about what happens up at Remy Hadley,” Gemma said. “We have good people there, but we also have a lot of bad ones. Like Cate Blanchett…”
For the next twenty minutes, Troian recorded Gemma and Jessica telling Kate about the activities in the mountains… the guards sampling the prisoners (not always consensually), Blanchett crippling Summer Glau and beating Scarlett Johansson, an explanation of what really happened during the escape, Jessica telling how they’d shot Blanchett by mistake, naming names and witnesses.
And with each word, Troian was getting less bothered about the party.
* * * * * * * * * *
“She cut you?!” Hayden asked Megan, horrified.
Under other circumstances, Emma would have made a comment about how Hayden must have had some BDSM at some point, but she wasn’t in the mood. She was too busy clutching Megan’s hand in solidarity.
“They just kept coming after me all the time,” the brunette told them, her head bowed. “They were always leading me on, taking me each time I wanted to get some sleep… I should have just let them fuck me forever… and now you’re stuck here…”
“We were going to come here anyway,” Roselyn assured her. “They just saved us the trouble.”
“Plus they put us in an actual prison and they couldn’t hold us,” Olivia added, smiling at Megan. “You think a glorified beach house’ll keep us here?”
“You know, we’re all here in one place… we’re alone… we’d normally be fucking like rabbits now,” Megan mused.
“Maybe later,” Shay replied quietly.
“Yeah,” Megan agreed. “A lot later… maybe never.”
“C’mon,” Blake said, squeezing Megan’s shoulders. “You didn’t have a choice back then… once we’re out of here we’ll leave the country, go down to the Caribbean and live happily ever after. That’s a promise.”
“Just as long as it doesn’t have an extradition treaty,” Megan said weakly.
“I know Emma thinks some of us are that stupid,” the moled blonde said pointedly, “but it won’t.”
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:39:08 PM

“Home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter home from the hill,” said Victoria as Beverley pulled the car up outside her apartment building.
“Get YOU with your book-learning,” the driver replied.
“My mom’s a teacher; that was one of the poems she turned me on to,” Victoria explained.
“I always had trouble paying attention in English Lit,” Tammin admitted.
“School’ll be in session later on,” the witness said, glancing at Tammin with a twinkle.
Kristen didn’t miss the blissful look on Tammin’s face as she, Victoria and Beverley got out – she may have been glad to be getting a shot at Rhona, but even Kristen wouldn’t have looked that happy. Suddenly she had a feeling she knew why Victoria had opened up to that agent, and didn’t care – it just meant B.J. would be keeping a close eye on the girl, and their witness. If it meant bringing down Rhona Mitra, then she could be banging hot stripper cutie right outside Tarantino’s for all Kristen cared.
“Don’t go easy on her! We need her on her toes,” the blonde chuckled. “And Bev, do me a favour.”
“Shoot.”
“Try not to kill her, ‘kay? There’s a witness now,” said Kristen with a wink.
“Buzz you if there’s problems,” Beverley replied as Tammin and Victoria headed inside. “Think the morning meeting’s done now?”
“It better be… later!” Kristen answered, starting the journey back to base.
The morning meeting was a regular thing Jessica Biel had, specifically with Natalie Dormer and Vanessa Hudgens; woman had a lot of love to give, and she’d been sampling them every single damn morning for a while now. Natalie’s mouth was a bit too weird for Kristen (luckily for her she had no idea Natalie was turned off Agent Bell the moment she saw her lazy eye), but whatever floated Biel’s boat… and she did not like to be interrupted, so Kristen generally waited until around 1 or so to try and talk to the director if she was out in the field.
And on that cue, Kristen’s phone went off. Natalie must have finished licking out Jessica early… Kristen answered on the first ring.
“Speaking!”
“How do you feel about going to a party tonight with me?” asked Jessica.
“It wouldn’t be Rhona’s, would it?” Kristen asked in turn. “Yeah, I read the society pages as well…”
“Yes, it would,” said her boss. “It’s time we had a little talk with her.”
* * * * * * * * * *
For once the gang had something to be thankful to Rhona Mitra for; her gymnasium was bigger than the one in Remy Hadley, so they all had something to do to while away the hours they were stuck in there. And it WAS hours – had they been the A-Team they would have immediately started planning to escape,

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:39:58 PM

but there was only one door in or out of that place, and there were always two people standing outside said door. And those people were armed.
“And these stations suck more cock than Madelaine Petsch,” Emma grumbled, wincing as Josh Groban flowed out of the speakers. “Rhona trying to torture us or something?”
“She probably just has really shitty taste in music,” Olivia suggested. “Don’t take it personally.”
“And who’s Madelaine Petsch anyway? Friend of yours?” asked Shay.
“Girl I used to know,” the safecracker continued. “Hot redhead but her mouth was like a penis magnet. Sound familiar?”
Blake just rolled her eyes in between pumping her legs on the treadmill.
“Still, she did like a bit of pussy as well… the last girl I hooked up with before all this started. I heard she moved to St. Zain’s with her family,” Emma continued.
“Me and Troian want to go there on our honeymoon,” Hayden said from one of the exercise bikes. “We were thinking about Barbados, but we wanted to go somewhere where people like us could actually GET married.”
“No wonder Rihanna doesn’t live there,” Roselyn added.
Megan was adding nothing to the conversation – she was really not in the mood for talking. What she was in the mood for was punching, kicking and grunting, with all three being done against a punching bag in the corner. The smacks of impact were coming thick and fast; the others would have bet money she was visualising a well-dressed English brunette and her willowy blonde girlfriend each time she landed a blow.
“Keep it up, Megan!” Blake said. “Gotta practice for when we get out of here.”
Shay was giving thought to having a go herself, but at that moment the door opened – seven pairs of eyes zeroed in on it. Maybe this would be the time one of them would come in without having her gun automatically out… surely one of them had to slip up sometime.
Dammit. There were seven of them. Seven of them who weren’t armed – but there were two reasons the numerically superior gang didn’t try anything. Reason one: the newcomers were bringing in trolleys, containing actual, proper food and drink (which none of them had had since arriving here). Reason two: one of them was…  a boy. An actual real-life, walking, possibly talking boy. And a pretty cute one as well – cute enough for Blake to give him the once-over approvingly, and for Megan to stop hitting the bag. Briefly.
“Hello, fellow alumni,” said the woman pushing the lead trolley, sporting a big smile and a cut-glass English accent. Roselyn and Olivia suspected the blonde hair she was sporting was a dye job, but they had no problems with that or the clingy outfit she was wearing.
“I’m pretty sure I’d remember going to school with you,” Olivia said.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:41:16 PM

“Not that kind of alumni, silly,” laughed the pale-skinned redhead bringing the second trolley, showing somewhat more flesh than her friends. Not that Shay minded at all, looking at her pillowy cleavage with unseemly haste.
“Mistress knows everything about us,” the tall blonde with the guy added, sporting a wide grin and legs that Hayden and Emma zeroed in on like a shot. “Three of us were up in Remy Hadley, so I guess that’s why we pulled lunch duty.”
“They really need seven people to give us lunch? What’s really going on?” asked Megan suspiciously.
“Cool your jets, Megan. I’m Elizabeth Olsen; AOS here is Emily Blunt…”
“And Elena Satine is my wife,” Emily added, hugging the redhead’s shoulders. “The one good thing I got out of prison.”
“We balance them out - we’re good girls,” the fourth woman, another English person but one with dark hair, said as she indicated the two ladies on either side of her.
“Good enough not to have gotten caught,” the one on the right, a tall Australian blonde, cackled.
“Braggart,” the husky-voiced brunette on the left said. “I’m Eliza Dushku, the one with the eyebrows is Emilia Clarke, and the Aussie’s Emma Ishta.”
“So what were you three in for?” asked Megan, eyeing the first group. “And did you do it?”
“Yeah, it’s weird how everyone you meet in prison is innocent,” Elena giggled. “But they got me for assault.”
“Elizabeth and I served time for robbery,” added Emily as she started to serve the food. “And because we didn’t betray who was working with us, Rhona took us back into the fold when we were released. She drafted in Elena as well… I hope none of you are vegetarians, because Rhona refuses to have that option for prisoners.”
“You must have been in the other block,” Shay said, still looking at Elena’s breasts.
“That’s right,” the redhead replied, starting her own work. “We all were. And yes, they’re real.”
As the others chuckled at how obvious Shay was being, her complexion meant she couldn’t actually turn red while Elena handed the woman her food, gazing kindly at her.
“I did want to meet you when I heard about you guys breaking out,” Elena continued. “It wasn’t long after I was let out – me and Lea Michele were… are friends. She told me about what happened with you and Vance.”
Shay grimaced – she didn’t like being reminded of how she’d had to give him a blowjob during the escape. Just the mention brought back the taste of his cock; thank goodness the food smelled great.
“Lea’s still mad at you for biting him there,” Elena said. “She and him have a thing going on, I guess. But me…” She rested a hand on the back of Shay’s neck, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
“I guess we know who she’ll pick,” Eliza mock-whispered.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:42:35 PM

“I had to spend some time with him and another of the guards. Didn’t like it at all – so thanks,” Elena continued, starting to move the hand down Shay’s back.
“Uhhhh… you’re welcome?” Shay replied.
“Continue showing our appreciation after you’ve had lunch,” Emilia said mock-sternly en route to Roselyn. “I never have sex on an empty stomach.”
“That’s why you’re here? Colour us shocked and surprised,” replied the leader, taking her lunch.
“Why’d she call you AOS?” Hayden asked, accepting her plate from Emily. “You an Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. fan?”
“Actually, yes. But it stands for Ass Of Steel,” the English brunette replied with a smile. “Mistress insists I wear yoga pants all the time on the grounds – she likes me to show it off.”
Elena and Emma I took that moment to peer behind Emily; they gave the gang two big grins and four thumbs up.
“I usually only allow Elena access to my bum…”
“So she’s your proctologist?” Blake cracked.
“…but I have to admit I’ve had some pleasant fantasies about you all playing with it,” Emily continued, ignoring the blonde. “Even the two who aren’t here right now.”
“What about you?” Olivia asked Elizabeth. “What’s your story?”
“It’s more to do with Emma Roberts,” the willowy blonde replied, giving out the last plate. “I owe her for what she did to Fontana.”
The safecracker gulped, relieved that for the time being she had numbers on her side – before Elizabeth smiled reassuringly.
“Relax, I didn’t mean it like that,” she added. “Fontana was my cellmate – she was on me all night, every night. Even when I wasn’t in the mood… but I played nice until one night I asked Fontana if she’d let me alone just once. She didn’t.”
Elizabeth held up her left hand; Emma and the others then saw two of the fingers were at an angle which no one should have had them at.
“Fontana said I was lucky I’ve got a lovely body, or she’d have left me with a lot more to remember the next time I opened my mouth. I never did again,” she continued. “But I never forgot – I never forgot the things she stuck up me and down me that night either. The only reason I didn’t try and catch her by surprise was it happened a few days before I was getting out; didn’t want to risk having to stay in there longer. So… thank you.”
Elizabeth then embraced Emma, hugging her tightly. “If I could help you and your friends get out right now, I would…”
“We’re all in the same boat, right?” Emma replied, returning the embrace and enjoying Elizabeth’s warm, lean body. “At least Rhona’s got some humans on her payroll.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:43:11 PM

“Rhona did suggest we invite along Azaelia Banks,” Emma I. said. “She has a reputation for getting sex from anyone she goes for… whether they want it or not. And she likes to scratch. And bite. And she hates not being on top.”
“Even Rosie doesn’t like sleeping with her,” Emily said, shuddering. “And if SHE won’t fuck someone… well.”
“And she loves white meat. Especially blondes,” Elena added, eyeing Blake, Hayden and Emma in turn. “She calls it reparations… but we talked mistress into substituting Steve here. He’s the perfect man – gorgeous and doesn’t talk. But he’s a grower – hope you don’t mind.”
“I sure as fuck do,” Elizabeth said low enough that not all of them could hear her.
“Oh, please,” Blake smiled. “I’ve had guys with dicks tinier than Hayden’s little finger. How small could it be?”
“Now why can’t you be that accommodating?” Emily said to Elizabeth. “Size queen.”
“Said the girl with the biggest vibrator on the West Coast,” Emilia cackled, as Megan led the others in wolfing down their last meal.
* * * * * * * * * *
The lack of clocks and windows meant that none of the gang knew that it was later than they thought. Later enough for JoAnna Garcia to have signed out of work, drive to the nearest car park, pay for the next several hours in advance, and get a bus to the Ice Cream Bar.
“DAMN!”
Jessica Chastain was already there - she couldn’t keep from whistling on seeing JoAnna coming up the street, ignoring the assorted “flattering” remarks she was getting. She was wearing a nicely clingy dress, the kind she privately called a Third Little Bear dress because it didn’t show off too much, it didn’t show off too little, it was just right. She’d had to stash the dress at work and change into it there, otherwise Jason might have wondered why she was going to work looking like she was heading to a party.
Jessica, on the other hand, didn’t have to worry about that; she’d told her staffmates that she WAS going to a party – she was single, so had no need to lie to anybody about it. She was standing by the entrance, fully aware that several paasserby were either checking her cleavage or observing the way her behind looked in the cream dress she had on, and soaking up the attention like a sponge.
“Shay is going to be so glad to see you,” Jessica smiled, before lowering her voice. “Wanna make that guy checking me out across the street really happy? Two hot redheads macking….how about it?”
“I am NOT kissing you out here,” JoAnna replied equally softly. “There are some things I’m not ready for.”
Jessica allowed herself to pout before saying “Well, my bike’s just down here… hope you like purple.”
“Huh?” asked JoAnna as she started to follow the other.
”Your helmet,” Jessica explained. “I don’t like basic black.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:43:57 PM

“Nice booty,” a passing 12-year-old boy said to the redhead in passing. “Same for your friend.”
“I live to please,” Jessica smiled as they reached the bike. JoAnna didn’t say anything.
“He was twelve years old!” Miss Garcia sighed, strapping the helmet on.
“Just be glad he didn’t try and feel you up,” Jessica told her. “I got it from a nine-year-old once…” She shook her head in disbelief before mounting the bike.
“Hold on tight,” Jessica said as JoAnna got on the back. “One ambulance, here we come…”
* * * * * * * * * *
With lunch finished and the plates and trays rolled aside, the gang and the E-Team faced each other.
“So we just had our last meal,” Roselyn said, “now we get a last fuck?”
“Something like that,” Eliza said, eying Roselyn approvingly. “And you know how Rhona works, there's no getting out of it.”
“Shocker,” Blake muttered.
“What if we WANT to get out of it?” Olivia asked, eyeing Megan.
“What’s this ‘we’ stuff?” asked Shay, eyeing Elena.
“Abstinence is not an option,” Emma Ishta said. “And penetrating any of our holes? Also not an option.”
“See, we have to work tonight when we’re done here,” Elena added, moving towards Shay. “Gotta press the flesh, gotta get felt up…”
“And it takes time for us to get ready,” Emilia finished. “Some of us more time than others, ELIZA.”
Eliza gave her the middle finger response with both hands.
“Always gotta be a catch,” Emma Roberts grumbled, with Hayden not looking too pleased herself.
“But WE can totally get in YOU,” Elizabeth said. “And there’s another catch – we get to choose who to fuck. But we only get one each…” She let her eyes rest on the ex-reporter for a moment, looking a little miffed. “So it kind of sucks for us as well.”
“Mistress asked us to pass on a message,” Eliza continued. “She knows that most of you hate cocks for some reason, so she’s willing to make a little deal.”
“That’s another reason we brought along this cute little number,” Emilia added, resting her hand on Steve’s crotch and slowly rubbing it. “Whoever Steve picks… well, let’s just say she’ll have another shot at him in future.”
None of the gang missed what Emilia was implying.
“Fine, let’s get on with it,” Roselyn sighed, starting to undress.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:44:41 PM

“Not so fast,” Emily said. “We are keeping our clothes on until we’re paired off and sectioned off - it might turn into an orgy, and I hate them. I never get to have all the people I want, and sometimes I get paired with someone I don’t want.”
“Suck it up, girlie,” Megan sneered. “We all have to do shit we don’t like.”
“Shush,” Elena said, sashaying towards a not-even-trying-to-hide-her-smile Shay. “I already made my choice.”
“So did I,” Emilia added. “You said it yourself, Megan – we all have to do shit we don’t like.”
“I always had a thing for older women and Cubans,” Eliza said, pointing at Roselyn. “You’re mine, mamacita.”
“That lets me out on both counts,” Elizabeth fake-sighed before looking at Emma R. “Feel like eating some Olsen ass, Roberts?”
“I may not be able to say your name correctly,” Emma I told Hayden, “but talking is the last thing we’ll be doing.”
“Steve?” Emily asked. “I like both the remaining choices, but you go pick. And as you’re the token male, you can have the gym.”
Blake hoped Steve would go for Olivia; at least it looked like one of them might have a chance of living if she let Emily Blunt fuck her. She crossed her fingers as the boy scanned both of them… maybe he liked small tits and high foreheads?
Without hesitation, Steve pointed at Blake.
“As we said, you don’t get out of it,” Emily continued, walking right up to Olivia. “I’d say sorry, but I’m not.”
“I am,” Blake whispered as the boy took her by the hand, walking her towards a nearby bench; she noticed that his shorts were starting to tent nicely, but that wasn’t helping her feel better.
Watching Blake’s ass twitching in the clingy lycra shorts she'd been wearing to work out, Emily shook her head sadly. “Too bad – I bet you have such a pretty pussy, too,” she said.
Emma R thought she saw something flicker across Hayden and Shay’s faces for a second… nah, they couldn’t have. They were just trying to keep calm in the face of what was coming up and they gave in for a bit; they were only human.
“Come on, girlie,” Elizabeth said, grabbing Emma R. “I’d love to watch them in action, but… dammit, Elena’s gone already?!”
* * * * * * * * * *
Elena had been the first out the door, escorting Shay to her quarters. Some of the ladies came to Gideon’s Crossing to put in their time, but others lived and worked on site – both Elena and Emily were among the latter, but Rhona had refused to let them share a room. Probably just as well, because it was hardly big enough for one woman let alone two.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:45:22 PM

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” Elena said airily, reluctantly removing a hand from Shay’s behind.
“I never needed much space,” the dusky woman replied, turning around and leaning in to kiss her.
“Ah-ah-ah,” the other replied, lifting up her skirt. “You get those lips to working a little lower first.”
Shay got on her knees, finding herself almost immediately face-to-face with Elena's wet snatch – the busty dye-job was apparently attending Rhona's little event commando. Or perhaps Elena would slip on a thong before mingling, but at this moment, there was nothing between Shay and the other woman's sweet spot.
Shay leaned in and gave a tentative lick, and was rewarded with a spicy, tangy taste that was both unique and familiar. Every woman tasted different, but Shay had sampled enough over her short lifetime to start to be surprised when she came upon a truly unique flavor. She had feared she might have to imagine she was going down on Joanna, or maybe Jessica, or even Roselyn. But from her first lick, she knew this wasn't going to be such a bad situation.
“Mmmm, good girl,” Elena said, running a hand over Shay's dark locks. She felt it could only be better if she had a window in here that looked into the next room rather than outside… the odds were one of the other couples were in there, and she liked to watch.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I don’t agree with Blunt on a lot of things,” Emilia Clarke said casually as she locked the door of the next room, “but she’s right about orgies. I work best without an audience.”
“Want me to leave?” Megan Fox asked sardonically.
“What I want is for you to start sucking,” Miss Clarke replied, and deftly unzipped her top. A joke on Megan’s lips about how the other woman was sporting a cock never left her mouth, dissipating on the sight of Emilia’s pert breasts.
“I’m leaving my panties on,” Emilia continued as she discarded her jeans, driving Megan’s glance to her legs while she herself disrobed. “Not that I have a problem with head, but I saw how you were in the gym – you might try to go further, and then I’d have to stop you.”
“Yeah? I could take you,” Megan said.
“I don’t think so,” Emilia replied, pointing to her breasts. “You’re lucky you aren’t with Cara Delevingne – girl expects you to do ALL the work. Now get to it.”
Megan had been served by Cara before, and if she never saw that face-pulling monobrow again it would be too soon. Emilia’s tits were much nicer – and when she applied her lips to one of them, Megan immediately knew Cara couldn’t taste as good.
She moved her tongue over the freckled bud, sucking the flesh while reaching out to touch Emilia. The Englishwoman murmured approvingly as she spread her fingers into Megan’s snatch.
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:46:00 PM

“You know why else I went for you?” Elizabeth Olsen asked Emma Roberts next door, as her fingers slipped into the woman’s tight, warm cunt. “Because your mouth is like my ass - a dick-free zone.”
“Most of us are,” the safecracker replied, kissing the blonde. “That’s why we get on so well.”
“Actually, there’s one more reason…” Elizabeth couldn’t stop a giggle as her free hand touched one of Emma’s small, perky breasts. “Girls with tiny tits turn me on.”
“My boobs aren’t THAT small,” Emma pretend-pouted, running her hands down Elizabeth’s smooth sides as she knelt down to face the Olsen clit. “And neither is that… you got any sisters?”
“Not any worth talking about,” Elizabeth said, slowly turning around to rest her top half on the bed that took up some of the room. “Don’t bring the mood down… free holes for the eating, Lady Godiva.”
Emma had her hands clapped on Elizabeth’s extremely cute rump before the last words were out of the other woman’s mouth; the next thing to come out of Elizabeth’s mouth was a sigh of pleasure on feeling the tip of Emma’s tongue dancing on her clit, dandling it before the tip slid down to Miss Olsen’s back door, circling and teasing it before moving back up to lick a little deeper inside the cunt. Emma knew that it wasn’t the most hygenic way to do things, but she didn’t really care; Elizabeth knew as well, and she would have cared had it been Azaelia, instead of Emma Roberts.
“Sure I can’t talk you into letting me get up you?” Emma whispered as she played with Elizabeth’s tasty little button. “Between you and Hannah Davis you’re killing me…”
“Stop talking,” Elizabeth breathed. “Just be glad we got a place with a bed.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Sorry there's no bed,” Emma Ishta said as she pushed Hayden into the next space. “Believe it or not, Rhona doesn't have one in every room.”
“So, what are we going to do?” Hayden asked, looking around. There was a giant bay window looking out over Rhona's backyard, including the cliff above the Pacific in the distance. Hayden hated to admit it, but it was a beautiful property.
“You like the window?” Emma asked, unbuttoning her shirt.
“I guess,” Hayden said. Suddenly Emma spun her around, scooped her up under her armpits, and sat Hayden down on the ledge inside the window. A moment later, she was pulling Hayden's sports bra over her head, exposing those perfect breasts, and then began fondling each nipple with her hands.
“Okay, wow,” Hayden said, caught by surprise. “But, ah, what am I supposed-”
“Shush,” Emma said, opening her shirt to reveal her braless chest. “Suck a nipple while I think.” She reached back, took Hayden by the hair, and pulled her head to her chest, which was now at the perfect level for Hayden to reach without help. The captive did as she was told, and began sucking away.
* * * * * * * * * *
Olivia hadn’t begun to do anything; she and Emily Blunt were facing each other in Emily’s own room, both naked and stunning. And both looking slightly pissed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:46:47 PM

“Knees, now,” Emily Blunt said to Olivia. “Start licking.”
Olivia gave her the once-over. “I’ve seen worse,” she said, sinking to her knees and bringing her eyes to Emily’s trimmed cunt as the ringleader ran her fingers along Miss Blunt’s cleft, slipping them inside. Ass of Steel was right…
“It can’t go down on itself,” Emily reminded her before she spent the next eighteen hours massaging her seat. Not that Olivia’s fingers didn’t feel nice as they explored, but work was work.
Glancing upwards, Olivia started to tease Emily’s box with her tongue. “Nice tits,” she admitted, licking inside. “This isn’t bad either…”
Olivia was pleased to find she didn’t have to feign pleasure as she tasted further; Emily had one of the nicest little love-buttons she’d ever dandled on the tip of her tongue.

“Would you like to go for the other end?” Emily asked kindly.
* * * * * * * * * *
In the next, rather cramped room, Eliza Dushku didn’t give Roselyn the option. Her place didn’t have a bed or even windows thanks to Rhona wanting to punish her for mouthing off one time too many, and she wasn’t in the mood for playing around.
“All right, Caribbean Queen, here’s how it’s going down,” the brunette announced before Roselyn had a chance to say anything. “You don’t get to do anything to me today.”
“So I just lie there?” Roselyn asked. “Won’t you get bored?”
“You won’t be LYING there,” Eliza assured her, slipping her dress off. “Make like a dog.”
Roselyn was expecting to see that Eliza was naked under there, so her eyebrows raised on seeing she was already wearing a strap-on, pointing upwards with the top taped against her stomach. As Eliza started to peel the tape off, Roselyn immediately got on her hands and knees, wondering if she should risk barking just to piss Eliza off.
“Now, try and keep it quiet,” Eliza said, fondling the woman as she positioned her. “Shouldn’t hurt much.”
Eliza plunged into Roselyn’s behind; it took all of her strength to keep from yowling – Eliza hadn’t gone in dry but lube wasn’t everything…
* * * * * * * * * *
Emilia Clarke was being a sadist with her own behind; it was right there, thong-clad in front of Megan’s face, just begging her to go to town on it. Megan could see the camera there watching everything, and she may have had Rhona’s personal no-kill guarantee but that didn’t rule out anything else if she tried to jump Miss Eyebrows.
“Come on, give it a kiss,” Emilia smirked, wiggling it. “It’s killing you that you can’t go any further, isn’t it?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:47:55 PM

Megan opened her mouth, deciding the hell with it and planning on leaving a little love bite – but Emilia quickly stepped forward.
“No, I get to have the bum fun here,” the Englishwoman laughed. “Let’s see it.”
Megan quickly rolled over, wondering just why so many of the women she’d encountered since this all started were into asses. Weren’t there any leg freaks around here? Stir things up a bit.
“To tell you the truth, I’m more of a leg woman,” Emilia admitted as if reading Megan’s mind, tracing a finger along one of her thighs. “But if I humped your legs for hours you’d still be able to move afterwards. Whereas…”
The next moment Megan yelped – Emilia’s face was jammed between her asscheeks, the tongue licking both her holes like a dog. A dog that couldn’t stop its tongue moving back and forth rapidly, and which didn’t spend long at a time at each hole but managed to go deeply in that short space. Emilia’s hands were also eagerly rubbing Megan’s thighs and buttocks, moving in rhythm to Megan’s sighs and gasps.
Rubbing against the floor, Megan wasn’t surprised to find her nipples were at their hardest, and she wasn’t wanting Emilia to keep eating – she wasn’t sure whether her pussy or asshole felt the best. But she was sure that Emilia Clarke wouldn’t need to put anything inside her to make her come at this rate.
* * * * * * * * * *
Blake Lively was less fortunate.
Size wasn’t everything, but Steve’s cock had gotten large enough that Blake knew she'd appreciate it. Reclining on the treadmill, she raised her arms further, opening them to the lad. “C’mon,” she said softly. “I won’t bite… not unless you want me to.”
The boy shook his head, tearing open the sachet he’d taken from his shorts as Blake saw a couple of teeth marks on his chest. Watching him slip on the condom, she thought whoever had done that had been rough.
“Oh, you’re wearing protection?” she smiled as she took him in her arms. “You didn’t have to… did Rhona make you?”
Steve nodded.
“Can’t you wait until after I’ve had a taste?” she pouted, as he started to kiss her neck, his hands going straight for her breasts like so many before him. He wasn’t exactly practised, but his hands were enjoying what they felt, the thumbs encircling Blake’s pointy nipples as he moved his face down to lick between the boobs.
Cradling Steve close as he negotiated his way down her warm and silky-soft body, Blake figured she had missed one bullet – she preferred to blow guys who weren’t wearing rubbers, really. He was moving down a little too fast, as if he couldn’t wait to go down on her; that happened a lot with guys his age, she’d found. Not that she minded.
“That’s right…” Blake moaned, feeling Steve’s tongue starting to flick as he stroked her skin, tasting deep inside her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:48:43 PM

* * * * * * * * * *
As Emma Roberts touched Elizabeth Olsen’s breasts the blonde groaned, feeling Emma's tongue buried deep in her snatch and now her fingertips playing with her boobs.
“Don’t ever have kids, ‘kay?” Emma whispered, relishing the tightness and warmness of her box.
Elizabeth was too nice to tell her that some of the best pussy she had ever had belonged to a 47-year-old mother of five; in any case, Emma’s tongue was burrowing and tingling her enough to make anything that came out of her mouth forgivable. She reached down and carefully took hold of the safecracker by the armpits, lifting her up off the ground and interrupting the head.
Surprised at how strong Elizabeth was, Emma didn’t resist as she was turned upside down, her snatch now in front of the woman’s face. This took her back – she’d been upside down when this all started, but at least there was no gun-toting Rhona in sight.
“As you were,” Elizabeth whispered, as Emma wrapped her legs around her head, filling her field of vision with sweet Roberts pussy. The two women began to lap on each other, each enjoying how the other tasted. Elizabeth couldn’t kept her fingers off Emma’s soft, tight butt, the same way as Emma was fingering her own. The tall blonde felt the safecracker’s clit on her lips, putting it delicately between her teeth. YUM.
They would have been happy to stand there licking each other’s boxes out, but Elizabeth didn’t want Emma to get lightheaded. She might not be able to appreciate something else going inside her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hayden had her mouth inside Emma Ishta's pussy now, but her knees were firmly on the ground and her nose just as firmly pressed into the slight landing strip the taller woman had going on.
“Harder!” Emma demanded.
Hayden didn’t need to be told twice, licking further and deeper with her nose touching Emma’s clit. She was really hoping Emma would come all over her mouth – she had never had an Australian she hadn’t liked the taste of, and she LOVED tall blondes (not even falling for Troian Bellisario had changed that). Sucking and licking away, she felt Emma’s fingers clutching her head and heard her gasping.
“Yes, Hayden… keep going…. Oh yes, girl, that’s right… Come on, make me feel like a woman dammit… keep going…  yess…. YESSS…. STOP!!!!”
Hayden glanced up at her, startled. What the hell had she done wrong?
“You might make me come,” Emma explained, patting Hayden’s tresses. “And when I come, I’m done… it’s time I got to work.”
“There’s a surprise,” Hayden said ruefully.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Truth be told I couldn’t let you go in me even if I wanted to,” Elena breathed as Shay started to lick her chest-buds. “Emily doesn’t let anyone go up me except her.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:49:31 PM

Shay was too busy sucking on Elena’s bouncy milksacks to complain; it helped that she was on top now, Shay’s dark pussy rubbing against Elena’s blonde one. She pressed her face into the soft pillows, grinding against the lower woman as she felt Elena clutching her.
“Come on up me now…” Shay whispered.
Elena stroked Shay’s thighs with her own, feeling her clit pressing on her and teasing her. “You don’t have to tell me twice… wanna roll over?”
Shay wanted to look into Elena’s big eyes while getting nailed, but house rules. Climbing off her, Shay smiled at her when Elena failed to resist the opportunity to slap the woman’s butt – and again when she saw Elena starting to rub her hand.
“Don’t worry, it’s not going up your butt,” Elena assured her. “I went in too hard with Emily once – she didn’t mind, but I did.”
Elena made as much of a fist as she could, and brushed the knuckles over Shay’s slit while eyeing her asshole. “It’s killing me that I keep my promises, even to myself…”
Oh, screw house rules… “Can I look at you when you’re doing it?” Shay asked.
“Sure,” Elena replied. “I like your eyes as well.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Roselyn’s breasts jiggled furiously with Eliza’s grinding. The pace the young woman had set from the moment she’d sunk that massive dildo into Roselyn’s back door had made the leader think she surely couldn’t keep it up for long. But no… on and on Eliza Dushku pumped, clutching Roselyn’s sides and enjoying every slap of her crotch against the Cuban’s cheeks.
As Eliza worked on her like a jackhammer, Roselyn was thinking she’d never be able to walk again – but it would be worth it, with every thrust of Eliza’s monstrous girl-cock deep inside her. Yes, Eliza was clearly thinking about herself and not about how Roselyn might be afterwards… but as Roselyn felt her cunt soaking under Eliza’s assault, she didn’t mind. Certainly not as much as when the only other woman she’d met who treated sex that way – Jaime Pressly – made Eliza seem gentle.
“Could be bigger,” Eliza grunted, reaching under and giving Roselyn’s boobs a squeeze as she pounded her warm flesh against the woman, “but good for your age…”
“You’re… you’re good…” Roselyn gasped as her asshole started to feel the synthetic jizz flow inside. “For… youraaaggggGEEEEEEEEEEEE….”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!” Hayden cried out. She was stark naked now, standing up in the bay window, her face and chest pressed against the glass, her back arching to stick her ass back towards Emma Ishta, who was both feasting on Hayden's slit and fingering her clit at the same time.
Emma took her mouth of Hayden's pussy for a second. “Cum for me, bitch,” she said, only a hint of her Australian accent slipping through. Then her mouth was back on Hayden, her tongue diving deep.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:50:12 PM

Hayden fought to keep her orgasm down. Not because she didn't want it. Oh, she wanted it. But there were people setting up for Rhona's party downstairs, and if any of them happened to look up, it'd be hard to miss the sight of a short naked girl in the window. If they worked for Rhona, they might not think much of it, but if they didn't, and they recognized the former TV reporter, things could get dicey.
Suddenly, it was taken out of her control. Emma pressed a single fingertip against Hayden's asshole, and the shorter girl exploded in orgasmic release.
“OHHH FUCK YESSS!!!!!!” Hayden cried out, completely forgetting about everyone outside the window.
* * * * * * * * * *
All around that floor of Gideon’s Crossing, the rooms started letting out screams as the ladies came like a set of explosions. As Hayden writhed and gasped pressed against the glass, her eyes shut so she couldn’t see the gardener enjoying the view, Emma Roberts did some writhing of her own.
She was pinned under Elizabeth Olsen, her tongue buried in the blonde’s mouth as Elizabeth pumped her complimentary dildo in and out of Emma. Emma clutched Elizabeth as she soaked the device with her ladycome, groaning into the Olsen woman’s mouth.
Megan Fox howled like a dog at what Emilia Clarke’s lips and tongue were doing to her. She had kept her head between Megan’s legs for what seemed like hours, tonguing each of her holes and nipping on the toned flesh; now Emilia was stirring her pussy up. Megan panted into the floor as she felt herself moistening over Emilia’s lips, imagining those lovely funbags the girl had bouncing. That wasn’t helping her calm down at all.
Shay Mitchell and Elena Satine gazed into each other’s eyes, Shay furiously kissing Elena as the redhead humped the coffee-coloured woman like a man. Only better, obviously; Shay couldn’t keep her hands off Elena’s soft, plump behind while the other woman’s clenched hand worked Shay’s cunt. Not working too deep, but teasing her snatch so well that Shay couldn’t keep from kicking her legs in the air, crushing her breasts against Elena’s as she started to wail. She grabbed Elena’s head as she thrust her tongue down the woman’s throat, her cries of delight filling her mouth.
Olivia Wilde and Emily Blunt were having what Emily dubbed a crossover – they were 69ing each other’s assholes. Conveniently placed though the holes may have been, it meant the women had to lie side by side rather than one on top of the other; as Olivia flicked her tongue inside Emily’s tight back door, she reflected at least the floor was soft. Not as soft as Emily’s skin, but still… she kneaded Emily’s perfect British buns as she enjoyed the woman’s tongue coring her. Too bad no one at work kissed her ass like that.
Roselyn howled the most, her pussy so wet she was actually dripping as she felt Eliza slamming into her. Her aching asshole was making her feel like she’d never walk again, but the feelings flowing through her as Eliza yelled made up for it… Roselyn had no trouble wiggling as Eliza started to send the synthetic come up her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Blake liked the real thing.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 01, 2020, 01:50:57 PM

“OOOOHHHHH!!! OHHHHYESS KID!!! LETME HAVE ITDAMMIT!!! GIVEITNOWWW!!!” she screamed, bouncing on the bicycle seat as she held Steve, coming incredibly close to actually making sounds. Each time he pumped her, Blake sparked inside; the guy must have had lots of practice.
Blake thrust her jugs against Steve’s chest, rhythmically jerking them up and down; she couldn’t see his face but she was betting it was glowing.  She ground herself into him as he thrust away, her cries building up as she tried not to think about how she wouldn’t feel all that sweet teenage jizz rushing into her… damn condoms.
There was a consolation prize – Blake didn’t know she was the last of the women to come.
* * * * * * * * * *
In their rooms, the ladies lay or slumped there, completely spent.
“That was fun…” Emma sighed.
“Fun for you, work for me,” Elizabeth said, stroking Emma’s head.
“Work…?”
“Rhona’s orders,” Elizabeth said apologetically. “Keep you busy enough till you’re worn out, then the next shift comes in while you’re recovering. And we know those of you who can still kind of move aren’t going to leave the others.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“But if you do manage to escape, I promise you’ll all get to play with my behind,” Emily said. “And Elena’s.”
“You planning to help us?” Olivia asked.
“Do I look like I’m stupid?” Emily smiled, and wiggled her way out unable to see Olivia’s upraised middle finger.
* * * * * * * * * *
“By the way,” Eliza said as she finished dressing, “the thing about sleeping with a guy and not getting killed? That only applied if it was one of the others… not Blake.”
She kissed Roselyn one last time. “Too bad he likes blondes, huh?”
As Eliza left, Roselyn figured Rhona would have pulled something like that.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Well, I guess it beats a pumpkin,” JoAnna mused as Navi drove the ambulance towards Gideon’s Crossing. “How are you doing back there, Jessica?”
“The same way I am the last time you asked,” Jessica answered, balancing the laptop on her lap. “And thanks for not hitting any bumps in the last ten minutes…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 04:43:11 AM

“You turn down one bit of head and they get all snotty,” Navi said under her breath as she willed herself to get to the lights before they turned red… dammit, too late. Both JoAnna and Jessica had suggested she put the lights and sirens on as an excuse to go faster, but she absolutely refused to do that just to get them to a party sooner; Navi had a feeling she was walking on thin ice anyway.
The state of the roads was a minor concern for Jessica; Navi had wanted to leave nearer the time of the party (scheduled blastoff, 8pm), but Jessica knew she’d need enough time to go through Rhona Mitra’s firewalls, so the longer it took to get there the more chance she’d have of cracking them. She She’d been in the back of this ambulance for like an hour, and she’d managed to find little ways in, but each time she got past one block another two kept coming up.
“Just hoping no one takes any shots of us for the papers,” Navi mused.
“Relax, we’re not high society types,” JoAnna assured her. “They won’t care.”
“I don’t know… if it goes according to plan someone’ll care…”
“YES!” Jessica shouted, punching the air. “We’re IN – it took a fucking dog’s age but we are in like Leonardo DiCaprio with a bunch of models! So what names do y’all want?”
“What names?” JoAnna asked as the light turned green.
“You seriously want to go someplace you shouldn’t be and tell them your real names?” “Sarah Williams” asked in turn as she scrolled down the guest list.
JoAnna and Navi, shortly to be Vicki Appleby and Theresa Diaz, saw her point.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Go and have some fun, Rosie,” Rhona breathed, kissing her beloved. “Oh, and please try to not tell Mr. and Mrs. Berglund how much you like fucking their daughter – we don’t need a repeat of that time you outed the Marano sisters in front of their parents.”
“But they were fine with it!” Rosie protested.
“THEY were, yes,” Rhona pointed out. “They also aren’t in the same line of work as me. But the Berglunds are business associates and friends of mine, and Kelli is still officially interning. Plus they are extremely conservative, and Kelli is still in the closet.”
“All right, I’ll be quiet,” Rosie pouted. “Don’t keep me waiting long, Roni.”
“I won’t,” she assured her before sweeping into the room to greet the main guests of the evening, gracious hostess that she was. True to the spirit of the evening, there was some music playing to ease everyone into the events, but not everyone Rhona encountered looked happy to be hearing Ed Sheeran. Which was tough on them, if not her.
“And how are you all this evening?” Rhona asked. “Everyone behaving themselves?”
“Good as gold,” Michelle Ryan beamed, keeping a gun and one eye on Emma Roberts. “And you look wonderful, Mistress.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 04:44:23 AM

“One has to make an effort,” Rhona replied, giving the hem of her dress a little twitch. “I’m sorry you seven have to… work tonight.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” Connie Britton replied, her own weapon firmly trained on Hayden Panettiere. “I never liked this one even before I caught my boyfriend jacking off to her.”
“The word’s ‘fapping,’ grandma,” Janel Parrish cackled, not letting the laughter take her attention off Shay Mitchell for a second.
“My mom taught me to always respect your elders,” Dania Ramirez chided, her weapon aimed between Roselyn Sanchez’s eyes.
Diora Baird, Lindsay Lohan and Zoe Saldana took their work seriously; none of them was in the mood for chatting while covering Blake Lively, Megan Fox and Olivia Wilde. Which was one reason why Rhona liked them.
“How nice to see you all together again,” the boss said. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk about. And as for you, Miss Wilde, this should teach you to be careful about the company you keep.”
“I already learned that lesson,” Olivia told her. “Thanks to your girlfriend.”
“I would love to stay and deal with you ladies, but I do have guests to attend to. And I should warn you that if you believe you can use your charms on them, forget it,” Rhona added. “Not only are they unswervingly loyal, they all – if I can use an Americanism – love the D.”
“Well, there goes plan A,” Roselyn muttered.
“They will be watching you until the party is over, when Rosie and I will return,” Rhona continued, sweeping in front of Blake.
Blake glared at Diora and Rhona, as the boss unbuttoned the captive’s top.
“Remember the night before the robbery?” Rhona continued, taking out one of Blake’s breasts. “That little show you put on when they put the wire on you?”
Rhona fondled the breast, taking the chance to give it a little kiss and a brief suckle; it took all of Blake’s self-control to keep from wrenching Rhona’s head into a fatal position.
“My brother has excellent taste; it’s too bad he can’t return to the States after his last one night stand. Your body looks even better in real life…. and I have to admit if I could pair you and Diora together, I would. But I promised Rosie she could have you, and when she’s through you will be mine, before I return her to Rosie to finish you off.”
“Finish me…?” the blonde asked in dread.
“Barring Megan, none of you seven will live to see the sun rise,” Rhona said briskly. “Rosie needs to brush up on her human biology, so she will be dissecting Miss Lively here. And as for you, young lady…”
Rhona turned to look down on Emma.

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“I would keep you alive if I had any belief at all that you would agree to work for me. Disposing of your father was a pleasure, but it lacked the personal touch. I will not make that mistake with you – Blake will go first, you will go last.”
“No – just kill me!” Megan shouted.
“I have no intention of killing you, Megan. Do pay attention - but I will grant you one favour,” Rhona said. “Roselyn, Shay, Olivia, Hayden. They are the remaining ones…”
“Do I get to save one of them?” the brunette asked hopefully.
“No,” Rhona said with a wicked little smile. “But for one of them it will be quick - not painless, but it will be quick, and you will be allowed to choose which one it is. And about what I said the other day about making you watch while they’re dealt with…”
Rhona cupped Megan’s right breast and kissed her. “I’m not a complete monster. You won’t have to watch. Not all of them.”
With seven pairs of terrified eyes watching her, Rhona took her leave. 
* * * * * * * * * *
“I’ll say this for you, B.J.,” said Beverley after downing some beer, “at least you ponied up for a decent TV package.”
Tammin managed to keep from setting off fireworks over the actual praise, wishing Victoria would hurry up in the bathroom – every second she was gone was more time she didn’t have anyone to distract her from Mitchell. And to make matters worse, Beverley was watching Fox News.
“Anyway,” Beverley continued as she muted Elizabeth Prann and the rest of America’s News HQ, “you ever ask her for a free strip? Just to kill time, I mean…”
“C’mon, Bev,” the other agent grunted, reaching for the remote.
“Can’t you take a joke, B.J.? Just because you’re macking on the witness... don’t try and hide it, we can all tell you’re hot for her.” Beverley laughed and took another drink, grabbing the remote before Tammin could.
The distraction Tammin wanted came when her phone rang; for once, she wished it was her Aunt Jenna, but the ring wasn’t “All About That Bass” so she knew it wasn’t.
“Agent Sursok here,” she said formally.
“Lighten up, B.J.,” said Kristen on the other end. “You’re at home now.”
“Still on the clock,” Tammin pointed out as the volume went up and Beverley paid attention.
“Victoria being good?”
“It’s not her you need to worry about,” Tammin told her as she heard the toilet flushing.
“Ah. You and Bev try not to kill each other,” Kristen laughed.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 04:47:12 AM

“I’m a professional,” Tammin replied, eyeing Beverley.
* * * * * * * * * *
The cars were starting to line up around Gideon’s Crossing. The cars, and one ambulance.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Mrs. Berglund said to her husband as they showed their invites at the front door. “She’s got people standing by if something goes wrong. No wonder Kelli likes working here… isn’t that your girlfriend?”
Mr. Berglund just shook his head ruefully as he noticed Ashley Benson walking up the driveway. You get caught by your wife masturbating to the news once… ONCE…
“Oh, go on, talk to her. I know you want to,” Mrs. Berglund laughed.
“Little boys and their toys, huh?” said the redheaded woman passing them inwards as Mr. Berglund tried to walk up to Ashley casually. “Not really my type…”
Actually, Julianne Moore did think Ashley was her type, but she liked to keep that a secret. Watching the man and the reporter trade smiles as she wrote on the back of his invitation, she couldn’t help cracking a smile herself – there was a little bulge in his trousers there.
“Thanks for not being a snooty so-and-so like Chelsea Handler,” Mr. Berglund told Ashley. “My wife and I ran into her a while back – we weren’t even rude and she was such a… you know.”
“I always love meeting fans,” the blonde replied. “It does my ego a world of good… have fun tonight!”
Mrs. Berglund just knew her husband had his eyes on Ashley Benson’s ass twitching as she went inside; as they followed, she didn’t know how he managed not to trip over himself.
Inside the place was wallflower-free, with the live band keeping everyone who could dance and everyone who thought they could dance in motion. Jessica Chastain belonged to the latter group, unfortunately for her. But neither she nor anyone cared, not with the show she was putting on. Every now and then one of the men in attendance tried to become her dance partner, but Jessica just waved them away when not taking drinks off passing waiters.
“Maybe I should’ve come with her…” JoAnna Garcia mused a few feet away.
“Just because she’d make you look good?” her dance partner Navi Rawat laughed.
“It’s because it’s fast! If it was slow…”
Navi rested her hands on JoAnna’s shoulders and moved in close. “Come on,” she whispered. “We want people looking.”
She knew that, but she was still a bit uneasy. JoAnna glanced at Jessica again for immoral guidance – yep, she was happily shaking what she had.
As the beat continued JoAnna tentatively started to rub against Navi, putting a bit more skin on view than she’d planned. Her eyes widened a little when Navi cupped her asscheeks, whispering “Give it a little shake… or just follow my lead.”

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Two of the guests started to eye JoAnna as she followed Navi’s lead, becoming less reluctant with each twitch. When the redhead started to move her fingers down Navi’s back, the two guests become five.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Lindsay Lohan sat perfectly still opposite Megan Fox, unless Megan moved – then Lindsay did as well, never letting the gun drop. It was like she was a robot; Megan couldn’t change position as much as an inch without Lindsay following her.
“Oh, let her go!” Connie Britton called out from some feet away. “You can clip her just as well from over here…”
The ladies had congregated into two groups, with the gang on one side and their guards on the other, but with not much space between them. And no way for any of the gang to try and break loose without ensuing gunshots.
Eyeing Lindsay all the way, Megan gingerly got up and walked over to where her team was, each woman looking worried; Megan didn’t fully turn around until she could sit down with the others.
“How about a little scat action?” Zoe Saldana called out. “Keep us entertained.”
“Keep YOU entertained,” Michelle Ryan muttered. “I’m not into that sh… stuff.”
“I need to know…” Emma asked the others, all sitting in a circle. “Did you draw the straws?”
Shay’s eyes, already wide, went a little bigger and gave Emma her answer.
“Draw straws to do what?” Janel shouted. “Like we can’t guess.”
“I can’t believe you idiots actually thought you just stroll right on in here and kill Rhona,” Connie said, rolling her eyes.
“How about we go here right now?!” Roselyn snapped. “You and me, without the gun.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Miss Britton replied as the doors opened. “Saved by the help.”
The help was pushing in trollies with food. And they were not approaching the gang; “House rules,” Diora sneered as the women left the trollies before going outside. “We eat first, THEN you can have what’s left.”
“If we leave anything,” Lindsay added. “We got great metabolisms – we can eat like pigs and not gain an ounce.”
“Maybe you should – it might hide what your crappy plastic surgeon did to your face,” Olivia cracked.
“I am SO getting access to the tape of what Rhona does to your bony ass,” Lindsay spat before taking a swig of her Angostura. “And I’m adding a laugh track.”
The women started to dig in as the gang tried not to think about how hungry they were, not helped by the ladies eating very loudly.
“Maybe we could try and surprise them while they’re eating?” Blake suggested tentatively.

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“Like they wouldn’t try anything the second we moved,” Megan muttered. “I’m pretty sure they could stop us without having to kill us.”
“And it would hurt, I bet,” Emma added.
Roselyn saw Zoe picking up a breadstick tentatively, before she let it drop…  and not deliberately either. Diora looked like she was fumbling with her fork, and a couple of the others were blinking in a way that they really shouldn’t have been.
“Hey, wait…” Connie said slowly, putting down her glass. “Something’s…”
Hayden cackled as she fell face first into her plate – too bad there was still food in it; Hayden wouldn’t have minded if her nose had cracked the china.
“Con? What the hellllll…” Zoe started before she too slipped into unconsciousness, as the gang members watched the guards collapsing. The moment Connie had started to drop the others had stopped eating, and Diora had moved her hand to her watch, probably to signal to Rhona that something was going on – but she was down before she could raise the alarm. As soon as it had started, it was over – some of the guards had rested on the table, others had hit the floor, but they were all out.
The gang sat there, watching them and wondering if this was some kind of trick – until the door opened and one of the women who’d brought in the trays entered, to a quick gasp from Emma.
“Hello, I’m Hannah Davis. I’m here to rescue you,” the beautiful green-eyed blonde twinkled.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mrs. Berglund was enjoying the music, and her husband’s constant failing to step on her feet even when he had an eye on Ashley Benson’s ass. Which was like, half the time. At least he had a hand on his WIFE’S ass all of the time.
She wasn’t enjoying how there didn’t seem to be any cute guys around at all – the people waiting on them were all female. Discrimination!
“Refill?” a cute brunette with a nameplate saying “Paris” asked, materializing by the Berglunds just as the music paused for the next tune to kick in.
“Certainly,” Mrs. B said.
“And my wife would like some male eye candy,” Mr. B added chuckling. “Oh come on, Irene – I know you want it.”
“Mistress has several very important guests,” Paris Berelc said regretfully – she knew how Mrs. Berglund felt. “Your drinks will be here in a moment.”
As she headed off, Mr. Berglund and several others eyed the redhead dancing by herself near the couple in the centre of the room; Jessica Chastain was enthusiastically twirling what her parents had given her, wondering if/hoping that one of her breasts might pop out. It would certainly help with the distraction…
JoAnna felt Jessica’s behind brush against her own. Accidentally, she had to assume; her reciprocal wiggle to Jessica’s wasn’t an accident, and Navi saw the little smile over her face, grinding herself against

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Miss Garcia in response. “Wanna do a little ass-to-ass here?” she whispered. “You know Jessie wants it…”
“Nice moves,” another foxy redhead interrupted. “Mind if I cut in so you can go from youth to experience?”
Julianne Moore had just gotten through dancing with some old guy who kept “accidentally” touching her chest; that got old (although not as old as him) real fast. She had slinked over to JoAnna and Navi, the latter of whom was giving her the evilest of evil eyes as she circled an arm around JoAnna’s waist.
“Relax, it’s just one dance,” Julianne said. “I like to spread it around…”
“I’d never have guessed,” Navi replied, sounding more annoyed than she was (she wouldn’t have minded switching off).
“Yeah, I saw them first,” Jessica chipped in, sidling up to the ladies and grinning at JoAnna. “I don’t think you’re into AARP members… are you?”
Jessica slapped JoAnna’s ass, giving it a little pinch. “They’d be into you, but I think you’d be happier with someone a little less saggy, like your friend here… or me,” she added with a twinkle.
“Don’t I get a say?” JoAnna asked, giving Jessica the side-eye – that slap had hurt.
“Why talk when you can do this?” Julianne chuckled, doing the others’ job for them by moving in and planting a kiss on JoAnna’s lips, to the other’s shock, pleasure (Julianne kissed pretty nicely) and utter alarm; JoAnna pushed her away, seeing Julianne’s face still smiling when she realised where she’d put her hands.
“So glad I remembered not to wear a bra,” Julianne cooed as Navi took JoAnna’s arm.
“Hit the road, hag,” she snapped. “She’s spoken for.”
“Damn right,” Jessica added. “You’re never getting to suck on something as sweet as this. Oh, and JoAnna…”
“Yeah?”
“You’re gonna HATE me,” Jessica added, and with a practiced swiftness she liberated one of JoAnna’s breasts.
And that was when Mrs. Berglund (with a few of the onlookers) stormed over, having decided enough was enough.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jessica Biel walked up the Gideon’s Crossing driveway, hating every step – mainly because she’d had to park somewhere down in Tijuana, it felt like. Shame Rhona couldn’t have been a recluse; she wouldn’t have been throwing any parties, and the cars wouldn’t be taking up the space that could have let her park closer. She was an FBI agent, dammit!
As she approached the house, she heard the music – and wished that playing Maroon 5 at that volume (or at any volume, really) was a criminal offence. Money couldn’t buy taste, she guessed…

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“Ma’am, are you a guest?” asked the lady at the front door the second Jessica got close.
“No,” replied Miss Biel, “but I need to speak to Rhona.”
“No one comes in without an invite.”
“THIS is my damn invite,” Jessica snapped, showing her ID.
* * * * * * * * * *
The eight women – having taken the guards’ guns - headed through the corridors, Hannah in front.
“So… why are you helping us?” Shay asked.
“I don’t really get on with Mistress,” Hannah said quietly. “Me and a few of the others have been wanting to get away for some time. We think she’s a little…”
“We get the message,” Megan replied.
“How’d you get the stuff to knock them out?” Roselyn asked.
“I didn’t,” Hannah admitted. “I asked Elizabeth… and she asked the two E’s. That’s-“
“Emily Blunt and Elena?” Blake finished. “They did say they were on our side.”
“It wasn’t going to be Emily Ratajkowski,” Hannah said, to nods of agreement from the others. “And don’t worry about the cameras – Elizabeth’s gotten to them.”
“Plus we got some friends on site,” Hayden added, an appreciative smile on her face. “They should be stirring things up about now.”
Emma glanced at Hayden, seeing she and Roselyn were watching Hannah’s walk. Roselyn’s face was just as cheerful as Hayden’s at what they were seeing. She shook her head – it was Hayden checking out Blake in the van all over again.
“Hannah doesn’t like anal,” she told them, correctly reading their minds. “Don’t know how she slipped through Rhona’s screening process.”
The others were getting a hint as to why Hannah was helping them now, but they didn’t let on. “How long have you been here?” Olivia asked. “Can you find us a quick way out?”
“We have to pick up some duty free before we go,” Roselyn reminded her as they headed down a staircase.
“That’s one of my fantasies – ripping off Mistress before taking off,” Hannah admitted. “Unless you’re one of her killers like One-Shot Ratajkowski, she pays really badly. And I mean BADLY. Seems to think getting all your holes used by her is an honour… the biggest safe is near her bedroom, but the one that’s the easiest to get into is this way.”
“They haven’t built a safe I can’t get into,” Emma bragged.
Shay allowed herself to think they were just going to take stuff and get out of there, never mind facing off with Rhona. And then she allowed herself to smile.

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* * * * * * * * * *
Mr. Berglund had allowed himself to smile at the sight of JoAnna Garcia’s briefly bared breast; he would regret that because his wife had seen that smile. The arguing later that night would keep him up (and Kelli, who would be able to hear every single word) for hours.
“This isn’t a strip club, you strawberry slut!” Mrs. Berglund snapped. “Put it away…”
“Hey!” Jessica shouted out of force of habit, before adding “Oh, you meant JoAnna.”
“Thanks a lot, Chastain,” JoAnna muttered, as one onlooker started to reach out to have a feel, fuelled by the drink. Before his fingers could touch her, Navi’s hand slapped him away.
“Fuck off back to Whereveryoucamefromland, she just wants to have some fun,” the guy protested as JoAnna put her boob back inside, and he reached out again. “Oh, COME ON! Ain’t you heard of the City Of Brotherly Love?!”
Jessica hadn’t expected to see JoAnna take a punch at the guy, and she certainly hadn’t expected it to connect. Yes, she yelled almost as loudly as the guy did, and he didn’t go flying or anything, but… seriously, good move girl.
Rhona, staying well away from proceedings as people started moving in closer, stabbed a button on her cellphone - a call had just gone out to all available ladies to get in here and keep this from going any further. Rosie had just headed out a side door - not to get in more help; she had to get to the bathroom.
 * * * * * * * * * *
The guards were receiving the alert, but six of them were still unconscious.
The alert broke through Connie Britton’s daze, bringing her back to the land of the awake – she glared at the food, and at her colleagues. Half her mind was wondering which of the staff had laced their meals… and the other half was running through the layout of the floor as she got up, thinking over where the gang was likely to have headed.
“Amateurs,” she muttered, glancing at a dozing Janel with satisfaction. “Grandma my ass.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Kristen was back in traffic; even though she’d left the office for the day she was still on duty. She was going to have to spend some hours next to a cute young thing; the thing being Victoria Justice, as she was going to relieve Beverley. At least B.J. had some nice digs…
She stopped thinking about Tammin’s place when she heard her phone go off.
“Hey.”
“Is that how you always talk to your bosses?” Jessica Biel said over the party noise.
“Letting your hair down?” Kristen asked, flagrantly disregarding their official relationship.

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“I’m at Rhona Mitra’s – I need you to help track her down here,” the woman replied before snapping “Dammit, watch the drink!” to a passerby. “A couple of people are causing a scene and it might make it rough to find her…”
“Hang on, coming over. Save me some canapes,” Kristen said, looking for the turnoff she’d need to take. She figured Beverley could hang on chez Sursok for a little longer…
* * * * * * * * * *
“Just a little longer…” Rosie said to herself, racing towards the bathroom. Seriously, she loved Roni but she wished  the toilets weren’t so far apart.
* * * * * * * * * *
“We’re here,” Hannah announced once she’d ushered the group into what looked like a meeting room. Long table, shelves of books, paintings… meeting room, had to be.
“Are there any colouring books here? For Rosie, I mean,” Megan laughed.
“She doesn’t usually come in here for reading,” Hannah said with a wink, walking over to the shelving on the west wall. “Anyway, what you’re looking for is behind here.”
“Who’s ready to push a big stack of… oh,” Shay said, as Hannah got to the edge of the shelf, slipped the fingers of a hand behind it and shoved. The shelf swung towards the gang, revealing some more of the room’s fairly hideous wallpaper. And a door with a dial in the middle that made Emma’s heart jump with delight – she loved safes with rotary dials when she hadn’t brought any autodials with her, as it made her job much easier.
“This is the only safe on the grounds with that kind of lock,” Hannah explained as Emma trotted over to the wall and started to undress. “The others have more stuff in them, but you want to be out of here quick.”
“Do you HAVE to do that?” Olivia asked as Emma’s clothes hit the carpet.
“It’s not like we haven’t seen her naked before,” Hayden said.
“And the last time she tried to steal something when she was dressed, we all got put in prison,” Shay pointed out.
“Yeah, you don’t fuck with what works,” Emma agreed, resting her fingertips on the dial. “Now shush – and keep an eye out if anyone’s coming…”
“Kind of hope someone does,” Blake muttered. “We could try and take them hostage, try and use them to get us clear passage.”
“You know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” Roselyn said with a smile.
“I’d like to see you try it,” said a new voice from the doorway, stopping Emma’s turning of the dial.
“No… fucking… way…” Olivia whispered, turning along with the others to look at a grinning and freshly de-urine-ated Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, wagging a forefinger at the team.

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“And where do you think you’re all going?” Rosie asked as she took out her cellphone. “Hannah, Roni is going to not like this at all…”
How Olivia managed to get over there so quickly, none of them knew – one moment she was standing next to Shay, the next she was pinning Rosie to the carpet, the phone flung away as they landed. Rosie reached out for it, but Olivia got to it first, and threw it against the wall; Rosie wailed as it smashed on impact. Why did she had to bring her cheapest phone out tonight?
“Get them out of here!” Olivia yelled as Rosie clutched her hair. “I’ll catch up, I swear…”
“Come on!” Hannah shouted, leading them out rapidly as Rosie kicked Olivia’s stomach, shoving her back enough for the lissom blonde to spring up and start racing back towards the party. Rosie had hit Olivia hard, but not hard enough for her to be properly winded – she scrambled up and started in pursuit.
Olivia was leaving this party with a confession, or she wouldn’t be leaving at all.
* * * * * * * * * *
“We can’t get Mitra, we can’t get the loot…” panted Emma, as they ran in the opposite direction. “What’s the point?!?”
“The point is, you get your lives,” Hannah pointed out while guiding them through the corridors, hoping their luck in not coming across anyone (other than Rosie) held out. “And you might not have to worry about Mistress… Gigi told me word is they’ve got a witness holed up somewhere ready to talk.”
“And that’s supposed to make us feel better?” Roselyn added. “That means RHONA knows someone’s out there.”
“But it doesn’t mean she’ll definitely get the witness,” Shay replied, trying to be positive.
“Well, *I* got someone to get – and a party to crash,” Hayden spat.
“Ever heard of safety in numbers?” Megan argued. “Stick with us and—“
“NO!” the pixieish blonde snapped, throwing a glare at the gang. “Olivia’s got that skinny British ho, but Ashley’s mine. And that little liar is going down TONIGHT.”
Without another word, Hayden took off as fast as she could back towards the party.
“Give her a little time,” Blake said.
“Girl’s a Terminator,” Shay pointed out. “Can’t be reasoned with, can’t be argued with…”
“No, time for her to get a lead,” replied Blake, watching Hayden as she ran. “You want her to see me following?”
* * * * * * * * * *
Absolutely everybody could see Olivia following Rosie.
It wasn’t like she’d planned it – it was just the way Rosie was running; the woman had instinctively headed BACK to the party, as the waiter who’d unintentionally gotten in her way as she arrived found

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out. His cries and the spilt snacks were ignored by Rosie, and by Olivia as she sprang over him a moment later.
“HEY!” the man shouted, but his yells were lost among the chorus of others that broke out as Rosie shoved and dodged her way across the party floor, Olivia elbowing people aside herself as she never took her eyes off the furiously bobbing blonde head ahead of her. The slimy Limey was heading for the exit, and even though she was wearing high heels she could go some distance in those things… but Olivia was glad she was wearing flats.
The chase went by the fight JoAnna and the others were having – Jessica spotted Olivia, and was glad her own “Hey!” of recognition could be disguised as anger. Navi just glimpsed them, and JoAnna was wishing she could have tripped up Rosie as she went by, just to make it easier for Olivia. The two women did hit a couple of other partygoers as people tried to crowd in to stop them. Including one attendee in particular.
Jessica Biel felt like she was trying to get a prize at a carnival and couldn’t get any of the goodies on view; there were quite a few people she and other members of the forces would love to have a few words with. But for the moment, she was hoping to have a quiet word with the lady of the house, wherever the hell she was…
SHIT! Rosie had passed by Jessica has hurtled through the doors with one of the SF8 on her trail. Mitra would have to wait.
“Bell! Spotted Wilde – in pursuit,” Jessica snapped into her phone as she began to head her off – if was lucky, the way Wilde was running. Fuck, she would have killed for a pair of flats now.
Rosie sprinted across the grass, heading for the wall between Gideon’s Crossing the next property. She grabbed the vines growing up it, and started slinking up it as Olivia caught up. Cursing how she hadn’t gotten there fast enough to pull Rosie; time for her Spider-Man impression as Olivia watched Rosie scrambling over the top of the wall; it wasn’t a good thing that Rhona had bought the adjoining property. Reduced the chance of nosy neighbours.
Not too annoyed about having kick off the stupid high heels to make it climb over the wall, Jessica Biel jumped and started pulling herself up the growth on the bricks.
Keeping her hand on the handle of her gun when she landing on the other, she wasn’t surprised to find she was faced by a poolside, with Rosie racing for the far wall. Who was she, damn Ferris Bueller? Jessica hoped not – that smartass got away with EVERYTHING. The damn Limey still had her heels on! Woman could probably fly…
Jessica kept after Olivia Wilde as the latter started gaining on Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, the Fed’s hand on the handle of her gun.
“GIVE IT UP, WILDE – NOWHERE TO GO!” she shouted.
, Olivia ignored what the Fed yelled way behind her as she came in touching distance of the willowy blonde.
Rosie yelled herself as she one of legs give way under as a heel snapped; under other circumstances Olivia would’ve been thrilled to have gotten a look up Rosie’s dress she managed got as the blonde

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tumbled head-first into the pool. She thrashed around in the deep end as the blonde struggled to keep above the surface.
“HEY BLONDIE!” Olivia yelled at the pool’s edge.  Just shaking her head in disbelief. All the time she spent lounging around in bikinis and girl couldn’t swim? Amazing. “Just say what and I want to hear!”
“….what…?” Rosie spluttered.
“You know damn well what?!” Olivia shouted. “You’re not THAT stupid! Admit it!” Olivia shouted. “Say you killed that girl and set me up for it, and I’ll pull you out!”
“DO ONE!” Rosie spat in between thrashes. “Think I’m scared to die?”
Olivia was tempted to just stand there and watch, but she couldn’t – she wasn’t the type, and if she let Rosie drown she’d lose the only person in the world who could clear her. She forced herself to stand her ground… and she could see in Rosie’s eyes that she WAS scared. Ever since this she was a kid drowning was the only thing that Rosie had ever been afraid of.
“Me and Riley set it all up for Roni! The escort we killed, the drugs, it was all me!” Rosie wailed.
“And you’ll tell the cops the whole thing?”
“The whole thing, yeah!”
“That’s all I wanted to hear…”
With that, Olivia jumped into the pool and swam rapidly towards the spluttering blonde; “hang on,” she added as Rosie clutched Olivia, strongly swimming to the edge. And bringing up the soaked and nipple-y woman.
“Thanks, Dye-Job Darkie,” Rosie said in relief as she sat on the grass, giving one of Olivia’s nipples, poking through her sodden fabric, a little tweak. “And people say I can’t act. Suck it, Ollie,” Rosie sneered.
“What?” Olivia asked in shock.
“You really think I’d sell out Roni? No chance – I just wanted to get out of that pool, and I’m out of there and I owe you neither jack not shit,” Rosie added breezily. “it’s your word against mine, and who are they gonna believe? Me, or the girl who broke out of prison?”
“The girl who broke out of prison.”
Olivia and Rosie looked up sharply at the speaker behind them, facing a beautiful husky-voiced woman. And the barrel of her gun aimed just slightly more towards Rosie.
“Jessica Biel, FBI,” the woman announced, showing the two women her ID with her other hand. “Got here in time to hear your confession, Rosie.”
“But… but… she forced it out of me!” the blonde protested. “She pushed me in there!”
“What she used telekinesis to break your heel?”
Rosie eyed Jessica invitingly “You know as she walked up the officer, can’t talk about this….”

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“Oh, believe me, we fully intend to talk about it,” Jessica assured Rosie as she kept her gun on her.
“Trust me, Huntington-Whiteley, you aren’t that hot,” Jessica continued as she swiftly handcuffed the glaring blonde.
“I think Horny Helen would have to get her hands on her,” Olivia smirked.
“Oh yeah,” Jessica agreed. “Mirren really loved tight young ass when she went up – they are gonna love you and Rhona up at Remy Hadley,” she assured Rosie.
“Like you’ll ever get Rhona…” Rosie snapped as the three headed to the front gate and Jessica calling for officers.
* * * * * * *
Kristen wondered while Rhona didn’t have valet parking. Just an observation going through to her head as she went up the steps, hearing something from her college years – arguing over music… the party as she’d often really got going when she arrived…
The squabbling had continued once Olivia and Rosie had run through, and it was getting worse. Kristen scanned the party floor and the numerous arguing couples, trios, combinations, wondering why Rhona wasn’t mingling… oh, there she was, in the corner talking to Ashley Benson. Now that was a conversation Kristen would love to listen to, and why was Ashley grinning so genuinely… she been to enough parties to tell when someone was just being polite, and there was San Francisco’s leggiest reporter looking cheerful to the core - maybe Rhona was offering an exclusive?
One of Rhona’s worker bees came in, beckoning to Ashley follow her. Kristen wondered if Rhona had arranged for Ashley to some private fun with that leggy auburn woman the reporter was eagerly. Kristen had not gotten that vibe off Ashley, but maybe she wanted to experiment – and with an older lady as well…
“And now I’m on…” Kristen said to herself as Rhona stood there, calling in for some backup, something Kristen would likely have to do herself – because suddenly she was soon on the ground with a woman top of her. It wasn’t the first time that had happened to her at a party, it wasn’t the first time the woman coming off her screaming either – but they were usually facing her with that happened. And here, it was a cry of – pain…  the woman been shoved onto Kristen with force, had hard enough to go tumbling over the agent and land on her side, screaming as her right leg landed under her.
“What was the hell for that for?!” shouted  someone – probably the woman’s friend.
“To teach keep your goods to your yourself, hussy!” the pusher snapped while JoAnna Garcia (who’d landed on Kristen) tried to get up unaided, and failed.
“Shit, you okay?” Kristen asked, torn on whether do a Florence Nightingale impression or head after Rhona.
“C’mon, I got you,” said Jessica Chastain as helped JoAnna up – was Kristen too preoccupied with the hostess and really care who behind her. Jessica was filled with sorrow as JoAnna’s face twisted up when she the pain through her leg; it was all Jessica’s fault had been hurt.
Jessica gave Navi a look… they might have get JoAnna out sooner than the planned.

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“I think I can make it,” JoAnna groaned as she hobbled alongside Jessica to the door – “You’ll make it, relax,” the other assured as the fighting up, food starting to fly, Kristen heading for Rhona and pushing through arguing partygoers, pushing through them,– as the agent elbowed a man aside, she saw the hostess slinking away.
“Don’t think so,” Kristen muttered, forcing through as she saw Rhona leaving the room. Kristen followed.
Navi slipped away out, making sure to step as hard she could on the foot of the woman who pushed Jessica Chastain, making for the ambulance while hoping no one who wasn’t part of her team would be needing.
* * * * * * * * * *
You could still hear the music and the sounds of conversation from the party as Connie Britton lead Ashley Benson deeper into Rhona's mansion, but they were far enough away that Ashley felt like no one who mattered would overhear them.

“What's this all about?” she asked.

“Mistress Rhona has a surprise for you,” Connie said with a smile. “One I know you'll like.”

Ashley swallowed hard. She'd seen Rhona out in the party before they left, but she hadn't seen any sign of Rosie in several minutes. The last thing Ashley wanted was for that crazy bitch to come after her. She gripped her clutch a little tighter, hoping she wouldn't need the tiny can of mace inside it.

Connie gestured towards a small door, and Ashley paused just a moment before heading in.

As the door swung open, she felt herself smile uncontrollably. There on the floor, with zip ties around her wrists and ankles, was Hayden Panettiere.

“Oh, you shouldn't have,” Ashley said.

“Mistress Rhona said you knew what to do. Has to be done before the party's over, but you can do whatever you want to her first. We've got some toys in that cabinet over there, if you’re-”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 04:57:54 AM

“I only fuck men,” Ashley cut her off, dropping to one knee next to Hayden and running a hand through the smaller girl's hair.
“So do I, relax,” Connie said. “I assume you’ve got the little present she got you,”
“I certainly do,” the blonde grinned in anticipation, her bag held a little tighter. “And she'd enjoy it too much,” she added, yanking Hayden's hair back, hard.

“We had a little problem earlier,” Connie went on. “But luckily, I spotted her before she could sneak into the party.” The older woman walked over behind Hayden and reached down, using a small knife to undo the zip ties.

Hayden tried to scramble to her feet, but Connie delivered a quick kick right to her stomach, dropping the former reporter to the ground.

“Spirited little thing isn’t she?” Connie asked.

“She's a bitch,” Ashley muttered, glaring down at Hayden.

“Whatever,” Connie said. “Like I said, Mistress wants this done before the party is over. That includes clean-up, and since I'm on clean-up...” she trailed off.

“I won't drag this out too long,” Ashley said.

“I'll be outside,” Connie said, leaving the two alone.

“I've been waiting for this for a LONG time,” Hayden grumbled, getting to her feet as best she could. Ashley ignored her, looking in her clutch bag for what she'd need. Thinking Ashley distracted, Hayden rushed towards her-

-and cried out in pain as Ashley slapped the hard clutch against Hayden's already injured left arm. The pain was sharp enough to drop Hayden to her knees.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 04:58:28 AM

“Oh, did that hurt?” Ashley asked, her tone mocking. “What about THIS?” Ashley quickly sidestepped Hayden and grabbed her injured arm. All those workouts, all that time at the gym paid off as she twisted as hard as she could, and was rewarded with the sound of bone breaking.

“AUUUGHHHHHHHH!!!!” Hayden screamed, dropping to the ground and clutching her arm.

“Now, why'd you have to go be so loud?” Ashley muttered, reaching into her clutch again. This time she found what she was looking for. “Rhona has guests, and we wouldn't want to disturb them.”

She moved around so Hayden could see her, and showed the shorter girl what she'd just pulled out.

“I ever tell you about my sister, Shaylene? She was the badass in the family. Wanted to join the army, but my dad wouldn't let her. But she learned how to fight. Taught me a few things, too. Like how to break someone's arm. Or what kind of weapon to use if you're going to kill someone and don't want to be caught.”

Ashley held up a knife in front of Hayden's face. “Frictionless handle. Doesn't hold fingerprints. I could leave the knife inside you, and no one could connect it to me. So I mentioned it Rhona… and she arranged this little gift. Ain’t that nice?”

Hayden's eyes went wide as Ashley moved closer. “I've been looking forward to THIS for a long time,” Ashley said – before jabbing the knife into Hayden's gut once-twice-three times. A look of shock crossed Hayden's face, and for a moment she appeared to be staring off into the distance. Then she went limp on the floor.

“You saw I was gonna at this party, you broke into this place looking for payback, someone found you, you attacked them, and… well, you know the term ‘righteous kill’?”
“But they know… you’re… here…”
“And who’s gonna think it was ME, huh? Good riddance, bitch,” Ashley said, standing up. “You can come back in,” she said, a little louder.

Connie opened the door. “All done?”

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“All done,” Ashley said, smiling. That had felt good.

“You got a little blood on you,” Connie said, pointing towards Ashley's dress.

“Shit,” Ashley said, looking down. Red blood on a white dress. No hiding that. “I'm going to have to change,” she said.

“Take it off here, we'll include it in the clean-up. Everything'll get burned,” Connie said.

“But what do I wear?”

“Rhona's got plenty of spare clothes. Or you could walk around naked – wouldn't be THAT unusual in this joint.”

“Big party down stairs, remember,” Ashley muttered, even as she slipped out of the dress. “I'll need something. Do I take my underwear off, too?” she asked.

Connie ran a discerning eye over Ashley's body. “I don't see any blood, but if you'd rather be safe, leave it.”

Ashley shot her a look. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

“Damn right,” Connie said. “Partly because I saw my son watching you on TV and I could… see what he thought about you. Damn near popped out of his pants…”
“What you want a signed picture for your son?”
“My husband would love one too but the sonofabitch faps to you as well,” Connie replies.
Ashley sighed, but took off her bra and panties anyway. Connie let out a catcall whistle, pulling out her phone REALLY quickly, getting shots of fore and aft before Ashley say for anything. “For hubby. Thanks for saving her loads of his birthday present,” Connie cackled.

“Bitch,” Ashley muttered.

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“Slut,” Connie said. “Come on, extra clothes are this way,” she added, leading Ashley out of the room and leaving Hayden to bleed out on the floor.
 “For all folks know I slipped out of here in all the fuss. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go and get ready for a breaking story,”
“What…?” Hayden asked through the pain.
“The one about your being dead, of course. Exclusive for Channel 5,” Ashley cackled. “That’s why I made it slow… give you time to think about what you’ve done. Say hi to Katy Bailey in hell for me.”
Unable to say anything with the agony, Hayden watched Ashley sashay away, pause and turn to look at her one more time.
“At least you can check out my fine ass one more time… sucks to be you now, don’t it? Toodles,” said Ashley, blowing Hayden a kiss. Then she was gone, and Hayden was alone, in pain and finding it hard to even crawl; she was too scared to even try and pull out the knife.
***
Ashley rejoined the party, feeling a lot better now s 5’-something load was off her mind.
Connie Britton wasn’t able go to the party, but she headed back behind the scenes to start searching the other gang members – and that little Olsen cunt. Connie had feeling she might now something about where they were… hand clutched one of her right arm, dragging her aside forcefully.
“What the hell do you… Connie started before she saw who was pulling her into a ladies’ bathroom. Before Connie do anything, Blake Lively had her pinned by the facility’s wall.
“Where is she?” Blake hissed. She’d given Hayden enough of a lead so should wouldn’t spot Blake Lively behind her, but too much of a one to stop Connie from cutting her off before getting to the party.
“I think I’ll make YOU talk instead,” Connie smirked. “Such a pretty Barbie Doll, you probably don’t want me to ruin our looks so tell when your friends are and-“
Connie Britton to find thrown into the nearest stall, bursting through the door and hitting the toilet as Blake slammed into her head into the bowl.
“You ARE going tell me where is Hayden. Now,” Blake growled.
* * * * * * * * * *
Fate had given Hayden Panettiere one blessing and let her pass out; it had happened before she could hear a horrified and guilt-ridden Blake Lively entering the room and running towards her and pulling out the burner phone.
“please, please, please…” Blake whispered as she knelt down next to the unconscious blonde, trying not to look to the handle protruding from Hayden while feeling for a pulse.
“Blake… Did you find her?”

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“YES!” she replied. “Half an answer to Roselyn, and in relief.  Hayden was still hanging on.
Blake carried Hayden outside, moving as quickly as she can, closing as close to her as she could.
“Looks like she had little too much,” a guest cracked as he spotted them passing by.
“Yeah – look how small she is, just can’t handle it,” Blake lied, who knew that Hayden knock back one hell of a lot.
The cool night air as they got outside, Blake heading for the ambulance, hurrying along as she carried the injured blonde.
The back doors of the ambulance when Blake approached them, the faces that greeted her going from relief to shock when they saw she was carrying Hayden.
JoAnna was one of the gurneys; with Navi, Jessica and Hannah were beside her, and quickly and gently got Hayden secured, Navi cutting away some of Hayden’s clothing around the wounds, getting ready to do what she could for the unconscious blonde, and Blake joined Navi is trying to close  the horrifying slashes.
; Megan was driver’s seat; and Navi pounded on the rear wall screaming “GO!!!”
JoAnna, Jessica and Hannah were speechless, looking at Hayden as Blake pressed down on the blonde’s torso, struggling her from losing from any more blood. Blake clamped down on Hayden like a vice.
As the ambulance screeched down the driveway, Blake hadn’t even noticed that the rest of the gang wasn’t there.
*******
Rhona had made her many to one of the quieter rooms, and… to Kristen’s anger, she’d had locked it once she’d gone inside.
Kristen decided to wait until till the brunette came out; she wriggled – she wasn’t about to wet herself, her phone was going off.
Hey?” Kristen listened to the person on the other end, her eyes widening.
“Mitra,” Kristen continued, have hung up just as Rhona strode out in a hurry; she’d gotten two pieces of news, one she wasn’t happy about, one she WAS.
“I’m Agent Bell, I should to have a word…”
“You will have to wait,” Rhona snapped, heading for the staircase.
“It’s about your little piece of skinny British ass,” Kristen snapped.
Wow, that stopped her. “I just heard from my boss,” Kristen continued as she faced Rhona. “We’ve got Rosie in custody, and she’s been telling us some very interesting stories, and they’re not about how manages to run around dressed like that all the time without catching a cold.”
“What kind of stories?” Rhona asked Kristen.

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“And her doing things for you. The kind of thing you’re too prissy to do yourself… like framing Olivia Wilde…”
A moment later, Rhona added assaulting a Federal agent on her crimes, whacking Kristen across the face and punching her hard with the other hand, sending her down to the plush carpet. Now she had Kristen the way she liked her American blondes – face down, ass up and not talking.
“I’m not that prissy, my dear,” Rhona hissed, spitting on the dazed, disoriented blonde, filing away Kristen’s sweet little bottom into her spank bank.
Connie Britton had let her down (and she would be paying for that), but the others had doing their job properly… and Shay, Emma and Roselyn were in their custody.
*******
The “their” in question was Zoe Saldana, Lindsay Lohan and Cara Delevingne.
“Mistress should’ve called me from the start,” Cara cackled and her dug her finger nails into Emma’s arm as she twisted her downwards. “Just because she thought some of us would go and hit on you… I don’t like Latinas, I don’t go for Mitchells, and I really hate girls with no boobs.”
“You must hate looking in a mirror,” Emma replied. “Especially with those caterpillars on damn face – it’s called PLUCKING, bony?”
“Whatever one on you took care of Britton I want to deal with personally… she wasn’t bad for an older woman,” said Cara.
“Just shame it wasn’t ME!” Emma snapped and when for Cara’s head, the willowy English blonde keeping her grip on Emma’s arm.
Zoe and Shay were scrapping by the wall. “I just so you know, me and Lindsay aren’t racist like Cara there,” Zoe assured her as clutched Shay’s chest tightly, squeezing, and not the like Shay would enjoyed…. AAAIYEEE… there was the twisting…
Shay kicked out, knocking Zoe’s off balance and making her lose her grip…
Roselyn was on top of Lindsay, the younger woman’s shirt torn open as Roselyn gave Lindsay the same thing Shay had gotten, regretting the peroxide blonde’s face detracted from the pretty nice body.
“CHILDREN, BEHAVE!” Rhona snapped as Lindsay was interrupted in her boob-wrenching.
“Let Miss Roberts go,” the said sternly to Cara. “I’ve someone upstairs out my room for you to play with. You like blondes with sexy bums, don’t you? And you hate the FBI, so you can have plenty fun with her.”
Cara relinquished Emma to the boss’s care as she trotted upstairs; Emma rubbed her sore arm as she glared up at Rhona, the others all watching the two of them (Zoe watching Cara’s pert little behind as she headed up).

“There’s a spectacular view here,” Rhona said casually as she took Emma’s arm. “Come on, I’ll show you… and ladies? As you were,” Rhona said and she headed out into the night with Emma, the wiry

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safecracker struggling against Rhona’s iron grip -  Emma may have feeling a lot better now, but she had to go where Rhona wanted. And they hadn’t made it out on the door before the fighting began again.
While Roselyn tangled with Lindsay, Shay faced Zoe and grabbed the nearest thing to hand, using the sculpture she got to hit her opponent across the head. The artwork shattered, and knocking Zoe out with the force.
“I hope that cost a bundle,” Shay said as Zoe hit the ground.
Kristen was still on the ground when Cara arrived outside Rhona’s door, but the agent was starting to get to her feet and facing away from the stairwell given a great view of Kristen’s ass aimed at the ceiling.
“Ooooh, MINE!” Cara racing towards the blonde’s buttocks, grabbing motions with her fingers…
“Ooooh, MINE!” Kristen shouted, turning swiftly with her fist up.
The blow sent Cara tumbling back DOWN the stairs, Kirsten checked to see if Cara would keep, before leaping over the unconscious woman and heading down the stairwell.
Lindsay was between Shay and Roselyn, but unusually for Lindsay even though one of them was womanhandling (as opposed to manhandling) her chest and the other had her crotch rubbing on her butt, it was become Shay was holding close and tight so that Roslyn wouldn’t worry about LL running off as she punched over and over… finally putting out with one last hit.
Shay let go the unconscious Lindsay, and she and Roselyn headed to the door.
Kristen got into the room at the next floor just in time to see the gang members running out in the night to the cliffs after Rhona and Emma.  She headed out of the door after them, back into the balmy evening.
Roselyn and Shay had a healthy lead on Kristen as she sprinted across the grounds, heading for the cliff’s edge. The agent could make out a couple of  figures ahead of them, and she was glad her gun was secure at her side… Kirsten could need it in the next few minutes.
* * * * * * * * * *
Rhona and Emma came right on the edge, Rhona digging her fingernails in Emma’s arm as Roselyn and Shay ran up – the tall brunette turned to face her pursuers.
“Stop, ladies!” Rhona shouted. “Or Emma takes a refreshing dip.”
“I’ll take you with me,” Emma muttered.
“With your twig-like arms? I doubt it,” Rhona replied. “You came here for revenge, right?”
Kristen was getting closer, but Rhona was concentrating of the members of the gang.
“You couldn’t shoot me… The only one of you who has what takes is over in Remy Hadley. Prove me wrong… but say goodbye to Emma Roberts before you fire, because I have no intention of letting her go.”
Rhona grinned at Shay and Roselyn.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:05:42 AM

“So beautiful and so stupid…” Rhona said as she looked directly at Shay. “I used you all so I could get into the banks and drain those the accounts, and I’ll make sure your family knows you helped make me become one of the powerful people on the West Coast… before I finish them off, of course. but don’t worry, Miss Tan And Tempting - I’ll save your father for last…”
“What?!?” Shay gasped.
“What, you killed my dad, and want HERS?!” Emma snarled, pulling her arm away from Rhona forcefully – she bit of skin, but she didn’t care about the pain.

“It’s just business,” Rhona smirked. “You didn’t like him anyway.”
“DON’T!!!” Kristen yelled, her gun out as she joined the party – and Emma rapidly elbowed Rhona, getting her off balance - but Rhona got her secure again and quickly grabbed Emma as Shay and Roselyn got closer.
“Agent Bell, so nice you could join us,” Rhona called.  “To spare you telling me to let her go…”
Emma Roberts went over the edge with a scream as Rhona pulled out her own weapon, taking aim at the agent.
Emma reached for the edge as she plummeted, and got a grip, her feet kicking the cliffside as she tried get herself back up.
“Get ready to be killed in action by one of these desperate criminals,” Rhona sneered as aimed at Kristen – and fired.
And missed.
Then Kristen fired… and Shay fired.
One of them hit Rhona, but neither of them was sure which one – but they saw the blood emerge from her left side as she teetered on the edge. Rhona smiled sardonically at the Fed and the fugitive, and stepped back unwaveringly. Without even so much as a howl, she was gone.
As Rhona fell, she reached out for the dangling Emma while the safecracker tried to lever herself up – but the older woman who grabbed her was Roselyn. “It’s alright, I gotcha…”
Emma had felt Rhona’s fingertips brushing her feet before the night took her; Rhona didn’t scream, but Emma nearly did as Roselyn and Shay closed ranks around her, the three heading from the cliff’s edge towards Agent Bell.
* * * * * * * * * *
“I need one of you to punch me,” Kristen said quietly, her gun in its holster.
“Huh?” Shay asked.
“I already got who I was after,” Kristen replied, glancing at the ocean in the distance. “You took me in surprise, I didn’t have any backup… do me a favour. Make me bleed… make it look good.”

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:06:29 AM

“Sorry,” Roslyn said, punching Kristen hard as she could in the face. “I really don’t want to mess up that pretty face… if you worked for Mitra I wouldn’t have that problem.”
“I’m so lucky,” Kristen muttered, feeling her face, and grinning on seeing her fingertips had some red on their them. “Now get out of here. “
* * * * * * * * * *
“Roni’s lawyers are going to get me out of here the second she calls them,” Rosie winked at the other officer with Jessica from her holding cell. “Maybe you and I could have some fun while we wait.”
“I do have a thing for English blondes, but they have to be men,” the officer replied.
“You wouldn’t be the first gay guy I’ve turned…” Rosie smiled. “Never underestimate the power of a good tight British cunt.”
“Speaking of British cunts, your heart-shaped ass and your sugar mommy are both mine and you know it,” Jessica said. “And it’ll be a long time before you suck a cock that isn’t attached by a prison guard.”
“You keep thinking that,” Rosie replied breezily. “I wouldn’t put too much faith in your friend B.J.”
“What’s she got to…” Jessica started. “Wait, WHAT?!”
***********
Over at Tammin’s place it was getting late.
“I’m going to try and get some sleep,” Victoria said. “I wish this was over…”
 “Don’t worry, it will be,” Beverley assured her as she went into her bedroom. “We always come through. I guess you just got first watch, B.J.,” Beverley said cheerfully and headed out.
“Um, Bev, by the way,” Tammin said casually as she felt her phone vibrating, “who did you say beat up Johansson again?”
“It was the leader of the gang,“ Beverley replied while Tammin glanced at the phone. “Guess you forgot because you use up too many brain cells on Justice’s snatch, right?”
“Roselyn Sanchez? Really? Because the last time I asked you said it was Blake Lively,” Tammin pointed out. “And I’m pretty sure Kristen heard it too.”
Beverley came back into the room, heading for Tammin’s chair.
“Biel’s sending some people over here,” the good agent said as she swiftly drew her gun. “Rhona told her girlfriend about you, I guess… you aren’t teacher’s pet anymore, Mitchell.”
Tammin WAS a good agent; she didn’t fire on Beverley without being attacked – and that was a mistake, because Beverley cleared the space between in a moment, and had Tammin on the ground before she could fire.  Mitchell wrenched Tammin’s gun out of her hand swiftly, sending it to the other side of the room and pinning the other agent with her knees, pressing down on Tammin’s chest as she thrashed under her.

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Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:07:13 AM

“It’ll be all be over when they get here…” Beverley spat as she brought her knife out, slashing Tammin’s face before Agent Sursok clawed up, shoving upwards and scratching  Beverley’s face. The two tumbled over, Beverley losing her grip on the knife and Tammin leaped in – but Mitchell got a tighter hold, whipping the blade across Tammin’s front as she jerked back. The agent clutched Beverley’s knife hand as they struggled on the carpet, Beverley trying to knock Tammin’s feet out from under her.
“Justice freaked out, and I couldn’t get in here in time to save your flabby ass –“
The knife flashed forward, cutting one of Tammin’s arms, making her lose her grip on the traitor.  Then Beverley backhanded her across the face, and propelled her into the wall, bringing the knife back to plunge it into Tammin to start a frenzy of stab wounds.
That was when a gunshot echoed through the room, followed from a loud scream from Beverley as slumped away from Tammin, the knife slipping from her hand and her right arm punctured by a bullet; both agents threw stunned glances to the open bedroom door, and a horrified Victoria standing by it, holding Tammin’s gun.
“You move and I’ll shoot again,” the witness said, trying to keep it together while the bleeding Beverley paused while going to the knife.
“Oh, go ahead and do it,” Beverley spat, glaring at her. “Save your fuckbuddy’s life.”
Victoria had the barrel of the gun aimed at the floor away from Beverley, but she brought it up, aiming at her.
“Victoria, don’t do it!” Tammin begged.
“She was going to kill you!” Victoria yelled.
“Yes, she was – and then she’d have gone after you! You shot her to save me, and if you’d killed her it would’ve been justifiable homicide. You shoot her now and it goes from self-defence to cold-blooded murder… Victoria, I love you, but I’d have to tell them what really happened,” Tammin said before glaring at Beverley. “This… thing… might not give a damn about the badge, but I do.”
“Grow a set and finish me off, Just-ass,” Beverley sneered.
“You wouldn’t get the maximum but you’d still have to do time,” Tammin continued. “I don’t want you to have to go to prison.”
“I can handle it…” Victoria said.
“Maybe you could, but I couldn’t. Don’t ruin your life – Beverley isn’t worth it.”
“Do it!” Beverley spat. “Go on, DO IT!”
Victoria held the gun on Beverley… and then turned it around, handing it handle-first to Tammin before turning her gaze to the other woman.
“What she said,” Victoria told Beverley, and went to the phone.
Keeping the gun on Beverley, Tammin pushed her free hand onto the agent and gripped a good handful of her behind. As Victoria started talking to the 911 dispatcher, Tammin hissed “I OWN this now, bitch.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:07:49 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
“Mara, how far you from Jessica Chang Medical Center?” the news producer shouted through the car’s prone speakers.
“We can get in our five or six minutes,” Kate replied started to Troian change the mobile unit’s direction, reporter and camera person putting off the thoughts of a soft bed and warm cup of coffee.
They’ve just brought in one of the San Fran 8,” the producer added. “Which one?” Troian asked.
“The hot blonde,” the producer said and wondered if he’d really heard Troian make a sound of… relief?
“The SHORT hot blonde, not the tall drink of water…”
“What happened to her…” Troian asked as she willed herself not to scream and started to speed up.
“The hospital rep said Panettiere was seriously wounded, but they’re not releasing any more details until they’ve told the family and are on the premises…”
* * * * * * * * * *
As Troian and Kate arrived at Jessica Chang, they groaned.
They weren’t the first person media presence at Jessica Chang – there was a blonde, leggy reporter there flirting with one of the police officers to try something out of them. She must have had a spy on the scene, or something, but at least she didn’t have a crew along; Troian and Kate got out with their equipment, so the SECOND person media presence could still steal a march on Channel 7; at least Ashley wasn’t calling the station with a report.
There was another leggy blonde on the scene, but this was FBI Agent Leslie Bibb; Troian set up the camera to start shooting.
“The comment is no comment,” Agent Bibb told Kate. “We’re waiting right along with you.”
And here was Ashley strolling up to them. Even though she was great to look at through the lens, Troian really wished that she and Ashley were the only people there, so that Benson had a chance to be going the hospital as a patient.
“And look who’s here,” said Kate, “Ashley Benson from that…. other station…”
“That’s right, Channel 5 is Always First On The Scene…” Ashley gleefully – nothing pissed the top brass anywhere more than the competition getting a plug.  Especially when it was live.
“I happened to be in the vicinity, I was just leaving that big party at Rhona Mitra’s - and we’re hearing someone got Hayden Panettiere…” She continued, relishing this moment, even if she couldn’t be doing into a Channel 5 lens.
“S”It’s terrible for her family,” Ashley said as she put on her concerned face. “She’s a convicted felon but she didn’t deserve to be stabbed twice in the gut and left to die like that… she at least to deserved to caught back to justice…,” now in Appealing To Bloodthirsty Voyeur mode.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:08:28 AM

 “Wait, wait, wait… did you just say she was stabbed?” Kate interrupted. “Because the hospital hasn’t released any details yet about what to happened; They’re waiting until the family arrives… how did you get this in the information?” Kate continued, summoning up her professionalism as her mind start to taking her somewhere she didn’t want to go.
“Less, I’d like to know myself,” Leslie said.
Behind the camera, Troian felt a mixture of delight and horror; She’d captured every single second of Ashley’s expression changing as she realised what was happening – she loved the sight of Ashley Benson looking as if her underwear was filling with crap, but not what had caused it.
“Turn that camera off!” Ashley snapped. “Turn it off, Bellisario, unless you want another dose - and I will fucking finish you off this time… you can join your girlfriend in hell…”
“Only person who got finished off here is you, Benson,” Kate replied. “Oh, and Ashley…”
The Channel 5 audience then got treated to the sight of Ashley Benson being sent flying into the bushes, as Kate Mara delivered a perfect right cross.
“That was for Katy Bailey,” Kate added, shaking the fingers of her hand as Leslie took Ashley by the arm. It hurt, but it was worth it.
“And now I’d like to interview you, Benson,” Agent Bibb said, taking Ashley by an arm and helping her up. She didn’t letting go when the reporter was on her feet, glaring at the Fed as she took her phone out -Lychan Hollowman were about to go into action.
* * * * * * * * *
As the sun came up, Hayden  had someone from the media in her hospital room. And it was fine with her parents. Troian was off duty, and she had made up with Mr. and Mrs. Panettiere, bonding over how close they’d come to losing  a daughter and a lover.
The room wasn’t that big,  and Troian, Hayden’s parents and Navi were bordering on making it a bit claustrophobic for the patient. “Navi?” said Hayden weakly, squeezing her hand as tightly as she could. “I never got to say thank you, so…”
“Actually, it’s not me you need to thank,” Navi replied. “They said if she hadn’t gotten to you when she did…”
“Who’s ‘she’?” Hayden’s dad asked.
“This blonde who was at the party found her just after it happened,” Miss Rawat said carefully, relieved that Troian’s face was giving nothing away. “She kept the pressure on Hayden’s wounds until we could get to her, and she kept it up all the way here – we had to drag her off when the equipment came.”
“Did you get her name?” asked Troian.
“She didn’t hang around,” said Navi, turning to face the patient. “Too bad – they wanted her to know she kept you from losing too much blood. Whoever she was, she saved your life.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:09:10 AM

“Those whores,” Hayden’s mom said bitterly. “Dragging my girl into it and leaving her to die… I hope they catch them again and I get to inject them myself…”
“They weren’t so bad,” the patient told her softly.
“Stockholm Syndrome,” her dad replied. “Happens all the time. We’ll be outside… you could use some alone time.”
Once alone time started, Troian gave Hayden a note Blake had passed on to Navi, and then Navi had given to her.
“Fanmail?” asked the bedridden blonde as she unfolded it.
Hayden smiled as she read the note - “I told you, I always got your back. Blake. PS Guess we’re even,” it says.
Hayden looked at the red imprint of her lips that Blake put on the bottom. A goodbye kiss.
Even Troian was the only person in the room, she turned away as Hayden read the note.
“I - I have to tell you something,” Hayden quietly, “Blake and I… we…”
“Shhh,” Troian replied. “What you got any of them to do for you, you earned it. Anyway… Blake got you here…”
“Yeah, Blake got me here - you’re keeping me here,” Hayden said quietly, taking Troian’s hand. “You and me… all the way.”
“All the way and hell back,” Troian replied, leaning in to kiss Hayden on the lips.
* * * * * * * * * *
In another room in the same hospital, Jason held JoAnna’s hand tightly; he was relieved that she’s only had a broken leg… and what the doctors had found was checking her out had been serious – but it was the best kind of serious.
She’d told him she was in an accident – that she’d tripped heading out of a building, which was sort of true, and then found she couldn’t walk properly.  And now – and she’d found out she was pregnant.
It had been so hard for her to stop thinking about Shay that she had been seriously considering leaving Jason, but now she couldn’t.
“I saw the pictures,” Jason told her.
JoAnna giggled. “Did you like them?”
“Well, you do have a beautiful body,” Jason replied. “And so does Shay Mitchell.”
“What’s Shay got to do with it?” JoAnna asked. “What’s Shay but a second-hand emotion?”
Not coming close to laughing, Jason took his phone out, tapped on the keyboard, and turned it towards his partner. “You sent me this yesterday.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:09:57 AM

JoAnna gulped, seeing Shay’s self-taken nude snap on the screen. Suddenly she knew why she’d found a text from Roselyn thanking her…
“I thought I’d sent you one of me,” she told him nervously. “I finally managed to get one done properly… I don’t know how I messed that up…”
“Why do you have naked pictures of one of the SF8 on your phone?” asked Jason calmly.
There was no way JoAnna could answer that question without changing their lives forever.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cate Blanchett woke up, finding herself alone in the prison hospital ward; until Dr. Agyeman came in.
Well, at least Cate was secure in the knowledge that she was the blonde in the immediate vicinity – she’d woken up Cate saw the bed next to her was empty. And made up.
“Where is… Johansson?” Cate hated letting Scarlett Johansson’s name past her lips.
“Scarlett’s… gone,” the doctor said quietly. “My concern is with you…  I can’t do anything for her now – but you’ll be fine. You are quite an incredible person,” the doc continued as studied Cate’s monitors. “You’ll be here for a long time.”
Cate allowed herself to relax as Dr. Agyeman left the room; the guard even let something approaching a smile onto her face for a while. That little blonde tumour was finally out of her life, and now she only had to lie here and get back in shape – and even though she knew those idiot guards hadn’t meant to shoot her, they were going to pay for that mistake. Of course, she would have to get touch in the pouty little slut’s family to say how sorry she was, blah blah blah.
“There’s someone here to see you,” the doctor replied as she returned.
Just before the visitor entered, Cate realised that she hadn’t said who it was – and the head guard hadn’t seen Mr. Blanchett for a while… Cate usually didn’t like surprises, but in the case, she figured it was alright… her husband came in, ushered in by Dr. Agyeman.
Scarlett Johansson was with them.
“What in the fuck…?” Cate asked. “Whatever she told you she’s ly-“

“Oh SHUT UP, BLANCHETT!” Scarlett shouted, the hell with her condition, as her husband nodded and Cate’s sharp eyes widened.
“They found your baton,” her husband added quietly. “I didn’t want to believe it, but when the other guards on TV…”
“What other guards?” Cate asked, feeling queasy.
“When Gemma Arterton public, that got others talking,” Scarlett continued. “You really should get over this whole I’m-too-good-to-watch-TV thing you have going on. While you were in s coma it got all over the news. And they know about what you did to Summer as well…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:11:41 AM

“These are for you,” the man added, putting a missive on Cate’s bedside table. “I am so glad we never had children.”
Cate glanced at the divorce papers, before looking back at the couple.
“He’s leaving you because of you, not me,” Scarlett added. “We just wanted to face you together. I’ll see you at the trial.”
“Oh, and Blanchett?” Dr. Agyeman said as she started to see them out. “I never liked you.“
* * * * * * * * * * *
Dr. Agyeman had always liked Scarlett Johansson, and the other current longtime resident of the prison hospital.
Jennifer Lawrence would have to stay in Remy Hadley until she’d fully recovered, but then she’d be free to go. And her current visitor had some news for her – and she was a very cute visitor. With legs that she knew how to show off. Hailee Steinfeld had been working for The Bellucci Company, the new name of MR Realty as an assistant.
Jennifer liked watching her and her friend/colleague Laura Marano all around the office (especially Laura’s butt, although Jennifer suspected Miss Marano was hetero – nothing wrong with that, and Jennifer wasn’t planning to maybe piss her off by making a  pass at her). It had been fantastic when Hailee had come to see her with the news that Monica has would give Jennifer her job back, with pay retroactive to the day she was arrested.
“Has she broken up with Ariana yet?” Jennifer asked hopefully.
“What do you think?” Hailee replied. “Love is strange…”
Wondering when she’d even get the chance and the strength to chat up Jennifer. And if Jennifer wouldn’t mind… joining her and Laura when she was all better. Laura was just as hot for her as Hailee… friends to the end. Either end in Jennifer’s case, hopefully.
* * * * * * * * * *
A month later.
With Hayden exonerated and reunited with Troian at Channel 7 and at home, a deal had come to be done for a tell-all book about the affair… not quite tell ALL – though Hayden wasn’t going to pretend that she hadn’t slept with the gang members, but the play-by-play wasn’t on the menu. And although Blake HADN’T asked her to keep quiet about it, she decided to lie and write that Blake Lively’s lesbian cherry remained unpopped. Also
Hayden had come to talk to Kristen Bell for the book. And that was really she had planned to do, but the two had bonded over a mutual hatred of Rhona Mitra - wherever she was – and a mutual appreciation of vodka. And Kristen agreed with Hayden that Hayden’s Heroes was a kind of odd title for the book what it was about a bunch of robbers, but hey it did have a nice ring to it. Hayden had gotten an apology from the FBI, but Kristen had asked Hayden if she could make it up to her any way personally.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:12:27 AM

Kristen was glad that what Hayden had asked her to do wasn’t to fix some traffic tickets or something – this was way less awkward.
 “I’ve never done this before,” Kat Dennings said nervously as she sat on the edge of bed between the blondes, Kristen on the left and Hayden on the right, each one reassuringly touching her.
Kristen was wondering if that was her catchphrase.  Kat had said that the evening when Kristen found that she was the blind date that Biel had set up for her. She’d said it when Kristen had taken her to Sonoma to watch a NASCAR race, and she was saying it here in Kristen’s bedroom with only her bra and panties on – and they were kind Kristen liked. They were crotchless panties/holes in the bra for nipples or anything like that, they were bright red, which stood against Kat’s pale skin.
“I mean I’ve never met a celebrity,” Kat replied, unclasping her bra. “I saw Geoff Johns once, but he doesn’t really count.”
“Kitty-Kat is a Marvel girl to the core,” Kristen laughed, a hand resting on one of Kat’s thighs as the bra dropped.
“Well… you have to admit this is better than an autograph,” Hayden Panettiere smiled as she stared at Kat’s chest. “Those things are bigger than my head - and my fiancée’s head. Too bad Troian couldn’t make it.” Hayden studied Kat’s enormous nipples.
“I don’t think Kat’s ready for partner swapping yet,” Kristen said.
The brunette smiled as she pulled her panties now, glancing at Hayden. “Sorry about this.”
“About what?” Hayden asked as she glanced down. Then her mouth dropped open and felt her box moistening as she saw what Kat was packing between her legs.
“Yeah, that’s what I did when I saw that jungle,” Kristen smiled. “Her superhero name should be Mighty Muff. And Kat’s fuzz surrounded the biggest vagina Hayden had encountered since the time she’d met Steven Seagal.
“You don’t mind it?” Kat asked. “One girl in school told me I’d never find a guy with a dick big enough.”
“Like you were looking,” Kristen laughed as she kissed her girlfriend while Hayden closed her mouth around Kat’s left pokie. It was sweet and succulent, and let her fingers spread between Kat’s legs. Kat’s clit felt like it was the size of her little finger, and Hayden loved it, wishing she was munching on Miss Dennings.
“Hands off,” Kristen said amiably. “Kat doesn’t like anyone there but me.”
Hayden pulled her hand away, using it to fondle the woman’s back. Hayden kissed her in concert with Kristen, both blondes feeding on the milky-skinned brunette who wrapped her arms around them to pull them in closer, smothering them with the flesh. Kristen’s fingers moved into Kat, knowing from experience that she could fit her whole hand inside there; maybe that Kat was the one who’d assured that having a baby wouldn’t be a problem for her.
“Dream way to go,” Hayden mumbled around the nipple.
“Not just yet,” Kristen said, licking Kat’s chest. “You’ve got her other end to do.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:13:39 AM

“Kristen’s very persuasive,” Kat smiled as she stroked Hayden’s head. “It didn’t even hurt… I kind of liked it more than the usual way.”
“Damn, you’ve got a rare one here,” the reporter said. “Even mine hurt the first time…”
“I’ll go and get Mjölnir,” the brunette told them as she got off the bed, Kristen and Hayden watching Kat’s lovely plump globes undulating as she went to the chest of drawers.
“Me-what-know?”  Hayden asked.
“Thor’s hammer,” Kristen explained. “That’s our name for… you know.”
“Can’t she just call it that?” Hayden whispered.
 “I wonder that myself,” Kristen whispered as Kat bent down to get the devices, emerging with – three king size Orgasmatrons, two of which had been soldered together.
“My ladies,” Kat said with her head, bowed the two-in-one to Kristen, and the single one to Hayden. “I am yours to do with what you will.”
Kristen lay on the bed, the Orgasmatrons strapped on and aimed at the ceiling.
Kat let them enter her, Kristen wiggling around underneath as much as she could underneath, enjoying how warm Kat was on her thighs and how hot she was. Kat thrust herself forward, her breasts tantalizingly out of Kristen’s reach as Kat began rubbing the agent’s own set, squeezing them together. Hayden was going into action behind her, the self-lubing button clicked as Miss Panettiere fingering the brunette’s asshole as she waited for the gel to cover the device from the little holes dotted around it. Hayden noticed the job was done, and Kat was moving back and forth, the asshole above the currently-filled snatch was open and waiting.
Hayden wrapped her arms around Kat as she slowly ground against the brunette’s soft, welcome ass; feeling the length sinking inside. As Hayden pumped Kat she felt Kristen’s legs around her. Telling herself not to rush it, she slowed herself as Kat’s cheeks wiggled atop Kristen. This was banging two satin pillows… she wondered if something would happen to spoil it… nope, not even when Hayden pulled back one hand so she could slap Kat’s meaty rump. She squealed a little, but even Hayden’s one-handed pounding became as hard as possible, along with speeding up her coring of Kristen’s girlfriend. As Kat’s groans increased between Hayden’s efforts and Kristen’s, the blondes pawing her jugs from in front (and beneath) and behind.
“Love me… “ Kat moaned as the three Orgasmatrons did their jobs. “Make me… feel like a WOMAN…!” she howled as she started her transformation, her cunt soaking Kristen’s tool  and her ass quaking around Hayden’s.
Hayden was writing her book by herself, but on THIS she enjoyed collaborating.
* * * * * * * * * *
After talking with Hayden, Olivia Wilde was back at work at Global Financial, and just wanted things to get back normal – including turning down all other interview requests.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:14:35 AM

She’d also politely rebuffed an offer from a male co-worker for something other an interview, but as started to check her phone for messages, Olivia was just glad that it had been someone she wouldn’t to go with anyway – she nearly dropped the phone when she saw what was waiting for her.
Jessica Chastain had sent a message asking if she wanted to hook up sometime; and pictures spoke louder than words, the message was a picture of hat Jessica called her English Phone Booth – because it was her red box.
Olivia’s instinctively written a “Not right now, thanks” message… and was about to send it…
What Jessica got back was “How about tonight?”
* * * * * * * * * *
The Remy Hadley Correctional Facility for Women had changed. Well, at least on the outside, and in the front office. In the wake of the escape of the San Francisco Eight, a number of changes had been ordered by local, state, and even federal mandate. Everyone above the guard level had been replaced, and in many cases, incarcerated. A new warden, new regulations, new guard bosses, even new walls and some new plumbing.
But for all the changes made, a lot of things remained the same. Guards (including Scarlett Johansson and Gemma Arterton) still took advantage of prisoners, prisoners still took advantage of each other. The actual amount of goods smuggled into the prison had gone up under the new administration, and the night shift guard boss seemed to be on a mission to force a new girl to suck his cock every night.
Cate Blanchett had gotten that rather disgusting task out of the way almost immediately, preferring to get it done and forgotten than worry about it looming over her head. She had enough things to worry about.
Namely, her new cellmate.
“I miss woodshop,” Jaime Pressly said. She was laying casually on the top bunk, blatantly ignoring the new warden's new rule that all prisoners must be dressed at all times outside of the showers. No one seemed in any hurry to enforce that rule anyway, but Jaime was naked from the waist down, casually playing with her own clit as they waited for lights out.
“Why on earth would you miss woodshop?” Cate asked, pretty sure she knew the answer.
“Where else can I carve a new dildo in this joint?” Jaime asked. “God, I haven't forced a fake cock into an ass in ages. I miss it, y'know?” the blonde murderer said.
“If you say so,” Cate said, leaning against the other wall. She really was getting too old for this crap.
“That’s one sweet rump you got there,” Jaime said. “I got a good look at you this morning in the showers…. real sweet butt.”
Cate glowered at her cellmate, who simply pursed her lips.
“You got yourself a beautiful plump pussy as well, Blanchett,” Jaime continued. “A nice plump pussy I’m gonna suck on allllllllllllllllllll night… either before or after I fuck that nice tight Aussie ass, ain’t sure yet…”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:15:18 AM

“Go fuck off,” Cate said. She'd dealt with worse than Jaime Pressly.
Suddenly the half-naked blonde jumped down from the top bunk and strolled right over to Cate. Reflexively, Cate stood up, ready to defender herself against the younger woman. Jaime got right in her face, and actually smiled.
“Let's get something straight, Cate-doll,” Jaime said quietly. “You can either let me do it while you're awake, or I can wait for you to go asleep. Either way, you're mine now.”
“I said-” Cate started to protest, but Jaime cut her off by putting her hand around Cate's throat.
“If I have to wait for you to go to sleep, it's going to hurt a LOT more,” Jaime informed her. “Don’t fight it, Crocodile Dundee. It’s gonna happen.” With that, Jaime let Cate go and went back to her bed.
Cate sighed, and glanced at the clock she could just barely see on the wall outside her cell. Six minutes until Lights Out. Silently, she started stripping off her jumpsuit. She'd dealt with the likes of Jaime Pressly before. And when someone like Jaime tells you they're going to make it hurt, you believe them.
* * * * * * * * *
In another cell in the same prison, another woman named Kate was having just as much trouble. Kate Winslet, former warden of Remy Hadley, was now one of its more notorious prisoners. And also one of its more targeted. She'd already been attacked in the showers twice, and nearly been shived at lunch, and only the fact that she'd reluctantly agreed to go down on any and all guards had meant she’d been protected enough to not end up either spending the bulk of her time in the infirmary, or the prison's small morgue.
She had argued to her lawyer that she needed to be in solitary. Almost everyone in this place had it out for her, and she genuinely feared for her life. That same lawyer had just shrugged his shoulders, said something about mentioning it to the new warden, and then hadn't been back to see her in a week.
There was nowhere truly safe for Kate, not even her cell at night. Her cellmate didn't want to kill her, but she was hardly happy to see her. At all.
“On your knees, now,” Grace Park grumbled, glancing up from the illegal tablet she had somehow gotten.
“Oh come on, I just had to suck off three of the guards and-” Kate started to complain, but one look from Grace shut her up.
“I was supposed to be in Hawaii right now. Tropical breezes, sexy half-Asian girls wearing next to nothing, and minimum security. You ruined that,” Grace said as Kate got down on her knees, adding with a snarl, “Hell, I'd be six months from parole and richer than sin.”
“I couldn't help it!” Kate reminded her. “The FBI came in and ruined everything! What was I-” She never got to finish. Grace had dropped her uniform pants and shoved Kate's face into her crotch.
Kate knew better than to fight now. She started licking away, concentrating on Grace's clit. Once the hacker had gotten off, Kate would be left along long enough to get undressed and into Grace's bed, where she'd have to fuck the other woman until she drifted off. Only then would Kate Winslet get any peace herself.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:16:04 AM

* * * * * * * * *
No one had yet forced themselves on Beverley Mitchell, but only because ten minutes after arriving at Remy Hadley, she had walked up to loudmouth Nicki Minaj and knocked her out with one solid punch. Beverly knew how to survive in prison.
Unfortunately, surviving in prison usually meant shacking up with someone, often your cellmate. And Beverley had been stuck sharing a room with known rat, Kim Kardashian.
“C'mon, Bev,” Kim said, looking at her own naked ass in the mirror. “I know you gotta be horny.” Kim seemed incapable of not looking at the tiny mirror nailed to the wall above their combo toilet/sink. And she was obsessed with her own ass.
“Not horny enough to fuck YOU,” Beverley muttered.
“I don't see anyone else lining up,” Kim said, turning around and looking at her tits. Beverley caught herself looking at Kim's ass, and briefly imagined cramming her face between it and feasting. She looked away, and was surprised to see a pair of prisoners walking down the hall. It was nearly lights out, everyone should be in their cells...
“Well well well,” Sarah Shahi said, stopping right at Beverley's cell. “Look who we have here. A rat and a fed, in the same cage. Ironic -huh, Emily?”
“If you say so,” a timid looking Emily Ratajkowski said. Beverley, who knew Emily had killed men, wondered just what kind of horrors her new cellmate had done to cow the pouty-lipped brunette so fast.
“I know you worked for Rhona, bitch,” Sarah continued, looking right at Beverley. “You may have impressed the others with your little blindside punch of the Minaj bitch, but not me.”
“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” Beverley asked.
“Oh, that would be telling,” Sarah said. “But I'll let you in on a secret I've only told Emily here, and then only when I was fucking her senseless.” Sarah leaned in close to the cell bars and whispered. “I'm going to fuck your ass so hard, you're never going to sit right again. And every single one of Rhona's girls is going to get the same before I'm done.”
With that, Sarah walked past, and Beverley felt herself swallow hard. If Sarah could walk around freely this close to lights out, she had to have more than just a couple of guards in her pocket. Beverley was going to have to keep two eyes open at all times. And that meant she needed all the help she could get.
“Alright Kim,” she said, giving in. “Let's fuck. “
* * * * * * * * * *
There was one more relatively new prisoner in Remy Hadley who wasn't having a good night. Ashley Benson lacked Beverley Mitchell's ability to knock someone out, nor did she have the kind of connections Kate Winslet or Cate Blanchett had. She didn't have money on the outside, and with the exception of the single piece of mail she'd received today, she didn't expect any communication from the outside world.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:18:14 AM

All she had was her body, and her new cellmate was using it right up.
“Harder,” Rosie Huntington-Whiteley demanded, pulling on the makeshift collar she had around Ashley's neck. The pillowcase noose tightened, making Ashley cry out in pain before redoubling her efforts to lick Rosie's slit.
She hated this. She hated every bit of it. She wasn't a lesbian, and outside of Rhona Mitra, had managed to go her entire life only fucking people born with cocks. But now Rhona was dead, and her precious girlfriend was taking out all her frustrations – sexual and otherwise – on the pretty blonde reporter she was now rooming with.
And Rosie wasn't holding back. The cells opposite theirs who could see in gathered around the bars as soon as the lights went out, fingering themselves as Rosie put on a show, using every hole Ashley had for her own entertainment. To say it was humiliating was an understatement.
Rosie grunted and let go of the noose, letting Ashley fall to the floor and start breathing. The beautiful Brit had been close to climax, but held off like she always did. After all, Ashley still had two more holes to torture.
“Assume the position,” Rosie said, fighting to catch her breath. Tears in her eyes, Ashley rolled over and stuck her shapely ass up into the air. For a long moment, she just glared out at the prisoners across the hall, all of them watching with their hands in their pants. There was a guard today, too, and she wasn't even pretending to do anything but finger herself while watching. Knowing Ashley's luck, there were cameras still in the cells here. Everyone would know that ultra-straight Ashley Benson was going to spend the rest of her life as a lesbian sex slave.
Rosie was back behind her. Somehow, she'd gotten her hands on a high-end double-sided dildo, and she rubbed it against Ashley's pussy, getting it nice and wet.
“What's the matter, Ash?” Rosie asked, gently stroking Ashley's ass with her free hand. “Aren't you horny tonight?”
Ashley wanted to tell her to fuck off, but bit her tongue. She'd done that the first night, and Rosie had almost broken both of Ashley’s arms.
“Here, maybe you need some new inspiration,” Rosie said, tossing Ashley's mail down in front of her. It was a picture of a bikini-clad Hayden Panettiere sitting in the lap of that awful Troian Bellisario. Troian's hand was clearly in Hayden's bikini bottoms, and Troian's top was pulled down enough to reveal her very erect nipples. Wherever they were in the world, they were clearly enjoying themselves.
On the back of the photo were 7 little words in handwriting Ashley would never, ever forget. Hayden's handwriting.
“Sucks to be you now, don’t it?”
Rosie pushed the barely-lubricated dildo into Ashley's ass, and she cried out in pain, though since this very same dildo had been in her ass just last night, she was slowly starting to get used to it. The girls in the other cells cheered as Rosie easily penetrated Ashley's little rosebud with the large purple cock. It took a little effort, but she was soon filling Ashley's entire backside, and the rest of the device was up inside Rosie's pussy.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:18:56 AM

Rosie slapped Ashley's ass with both hands, and started fucking her. The crowd cheered and stroked their own clits a little harder. Ashley couldn't take her eyes off the picture.
Yes, it sucked to be Ashley Benson all right. Her life was nothing but shame now, and what was even worse was that when Rosie was done fucking her ass, she'd roll Ashley over and fuck her missionary style with the same cock.
And she'd do that until Ashley came, too, which she always did. Hard core straight girl, lesbian-hating Ashley Benson was learning to love lesbian sex – with her lifetime sentence, it was likely the only sex she'd ever have again.
Perhaps the most embarrassing part of all of this, though, was that Ashley wasn't just getting off on this awful lesbian sex. She wasn't just learning to enjoy it. No, the worst part was that she was starting to regret never sleeping with Hayden Panettiere.
She’d be taking that to the grave.
* * * * * * * * * *
Victoria Justice was now happily settled in, and had a job in a bookstore. She was happy that it wasn’t an adult one, so her parents wouldn’t be embarrassed if they dropped by.
So far Victoria had been the one to do all the dropping by at work. Today she was due to visit her fiancée Tammin Sursok – who was happy to see her. It would help take her mind off her work – and Jessica Biel’s assistant.
“Oh, B.J.,” Jessica’s assistant /official lover Vanessa Hudgens said Tammin as headed to the exit, (beaming as she saw Victoria waiting by the elevator) “I’ll have the information on the Siena case when you’re back from lunch.”
“Hey!”
Vanessa whirled her head around to Jessica Biel’s open office door, and the boss standing in the entrance.
“That’s ‘Agent Sursok’ to you,” the director told her.
“Sorry… Agent Sursok,” Vanessa muttered.
“By the way, Kristen told me the boss calls Vanessa ‘Scissor Sister,’” Tammin confided as they got into the elevator.
“How come?” Vanessa asked.
“We’ve got fifty minutes till break’s over… wanna get back home quickly so I can give you an idea?” Tammin asked with a sly smile.
Victoria threw her arms around Tammin and kissed her on the lips as the doors shut.
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:21:13 AM

It was more than two years overdue, but Lucy Hale was finally getting around to taking that tropical vacation she'd been planning way back when. Now here she was, wearing a bikini, flower-pattern sarong around her waist, a giant floppy straw hat and sunglasses, walking down a street in the middle of some tiny island she couldn't even name. The bikini top was almost as small as she was, and she drew the eyes of both men and women as she wandered about, exactly as she'd planned.
Her little experience with those bank robbers had opened her eyes to the pleasures of sex with women, and while she was hardly willing to give up a good stiff cock, she could enjoy a good wet pussy just as much – as the cute couple from Peoria she'd shared her bed with last night would attest. She was glad she hadn't signed up for that singles cruise and instead chosen this tour of the lesser known islands – she'd found a different couple almost every night looking to add a cute little sexpot like herself to their vacation experience. While most bisexuals didn't automatically go for threesomes, Lucy had grown to enjoy them a lot in the past year or so.
She paused a kiosk filled with the sort of crap they always try to push on tourists – t-shirts and mugs, sea shells painted with the local flag, key chains and nicknacks no one really wanted, but you had to come home with something, right? This one had nothing she was interested in, and the prices were insane – who pays 15 bucks for a key chain? She might have tried haggling with the owner, who hadn't taken his eyes off Lucy's ass the entire time, but she'd seen better nicknacks back at the docks, and they'd been cheaper, too.
She slipped out of the kiosk and started down a different street, her nose suddenly assaulted with the smells of fresh fruits and bread. She was entering the food area of the local marketplace, and she was going to have a harder time keeping her money now – everything smelled delicious. She passed up the pineapple – while it tasted best fresh, actually cutting up a full pineapple was far more trouble than it was worth – and found herself gravitating towards the bread stands when she suddenly heard a voice she'd never forget.
“No, no! Three dollars, no more! We have a deal, Raul.”
Lucy froze in place for a long moment, then slowly turned to her left to see Megan Fox standing at a nearby stall, arguing with a vendor over some kiwis. She wore a nearly-sheer shirt over her black bikini, but didn't seem to mind the thong bottoms were exposed to the air, as well as those lovely ass cheeks of hers.
Lucy had known Megan was out there, somewhere, but had never imagined she'd see the woman who'd forced herself upon her ever again. Certainly not in the middle of Lucy's tropical vacation.
For a long moment, she could do nothing but stare as Megan continued to argue, belittle, and eventually talk the seller down to two dollars before accepting a bag of fruits and turning around-
“Oh, hey! Teacher girl!” Megan said, clearly surprised.
“Lucy,” Lucy said quietly.
“Lucy, right,” Megan said. “How are you?”
“Good,” Lucy said, not sure what else to say. It was true. She was good. A good, happy bisexual woman who never would've even dreamed of eating pussy if Megan hadn't more or less forced her.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:21:48 AM

“Glad to hear it. You look good. Really good,” Megan said. “Hottest thing in this market, and that includes the five-alarm chili they make two rows over.”
“Thanks?” Lucy said, unsure how to take that. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh, I live around here. With some friends,” Megan admitted. “In fact, I should be getting back to them. Got a couple hungry babies who love kiwi somehow.”
“Yours?” Lucy asked.
“God no – never,” Megan said with a shiver. “Well, maybe not 'never,' but I certainly haven't found the right guy yet,” she amended.
“Ah, well, it was nice seeing you again?” Lucy asked. Why was this so weird? She should've been scared or turned on, right? She'd had sex with this woman. It had changed her life, for the better Lucy was certain. So why was this so awkward?
“Nice seeing you, too. Again, you look great.” With that, Megan started off down the street, weaving through the other shoppers, her skimpy attire drawing lots of attention.
“Megan?! Wait a second!” Lucy called out before she even realized it. Megan turned, and Lucy ran up to her. She reached up and pulled Megan down to her level, kissing her once, hard. Her free hand found one of Megan's nipples through her shirt and bikini top and gave it a quick squeeze, making the taller brunette yelp with surprise.
“Thank you,” Lucy said when the kiss broke. “For opening my eyes that night.” With that off her chest, Lucy turned around and wandered off into the marketplace, leaving a befuddled Megan Fox standing there.
“Wait, did we sleep together?” Megan found herself asking aloud.
* * * * * * * * * *
It had been Blake’s turn to join Megan on the supply run. It wasn’t exactly a hardship traipsing around St. Zain’s capital Churchtown – the ocean breeze made the heat bearable. The trouble was, it didn’t take Blake long to look around the place (carefully avoiding the churches – she always she’d burst into flame inside one them). Strolling down the cobbled road – part of the Tourism Board called “rustic charm” – Blake figured it was time head back to port… maybe Megan was ready to raise anchor…
This was a lovely sunny day, and there was some tall, dark guy looking kind of glum.
“Hey, stranger,” Blake called out. “Want to offload a little,” asked Blake, surprised on how he was the person seen for a while wearing long trousers.
“Oh… uh… hi!” the man a bit nervously. “Just killing time till my… my…”
“Partner?” Blake asked.
“Yeah, that’ll too,” the man, heading up to her slowly. “Just about to go back outside Abed’s and wait for her.”
“Oh, shopping,” the blonde said sympathetically.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:22:28 AM

“Kate likes going around the marketplaces on trips like this,” he continued. “You got someone who’s dumped off like this?”
“My friend’s off shopping as well, she hates it I go with her.”
“How come?” he asked, surprised.
“What? Not all of us love shopping, you know,” Blake smiled, seeing a flash of teeth from him.
“You’re one in a million um… wait a minute – you’re one of those women who helped take down that crime boss…”
Blake flashed her pearly whites at him further – it wasn’t often that any tourist she ran into remembered they stopped some even worse, although quite a few women had given them dirty looks. “Thanks… she replied.
“My girlfriend says I can have you on my list… she said you earned it for helping her out…” Victor continued.
“Wait, who IS your girlfriend?  She in my line of work?” the blonde asked.
“No, Kate’s a TV reporter,” Victor said.
“Wait, Kate Mara?” Blake chuckled. “Oh, man, we watched that clip of her punching Ashley Benson like a million times each – never gets old… especially while did one with a laugh track and applause…“
“Alison Brie at Channel 7 did that one,” Victor added.
“Well, the least I can do is give you a little… autograph,” said Blake, spotting an alleyway across the road.
 “Hang on, I got a pen here…” Victor started, as the blonde beckoned to him to follow.
“Not that kind of autograph, believe me. You already said your girlfriend won’t mind…”  Blake and Victor headed into what Zainers dubbed Blake’s Alley, because she’d entertained quite a few tourists and locals there. Including the Chief of Police’s son. Which explained why people looked the other way (in both of senses of the term).
Victor gulped – he was finally going to have a holiday quickie…
“I have to apologise before we get going,” Blake said as she put her arms around Victor.
“I would to feel you inside down below or behind, but I hate to rush these things, and I have to meet my friend… before you can drop by one night before you go home.”
As Blake and Victor kissed, he hands found their way to her chest, slipping them into her shirt - with one of her hands going between his legs, unzipping the trousers as she sank to her knees, stopping Victor’s fondling of her breasts.
 “Sorry it’s not that big…” the guy said apologetically as it started to swell in her hand.
“You got nothing to be sorry about,” Blake assured him as she took his length in her mouth.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:23:08 AM

Blake’s taste in men was a rainbow coalition – so she didn’t any extra thrill out of having a brown penis in her mouth (or anywhere else). She loved to suck whatever the colour, engorging Victor and almost he would hold off just a…
“Ohhhhh DAMMIT!” He shouted – decorating the insides of her mouth with his semen.
“Don’t worry, I did say I had to keep it short…” Blake said once she’d swallowed Victor’s cream. “And I meant what I said about visiting us,” the blonde said as she rose. “Don’t bring your girlfriend.”
Blake kissed Victor goodbye, way passionately than Kate ever had.
“See you on Emma’s Chest,” Blake whispered as she slinked off to meet Megan.
* * * * * * * * * *
Megan had been telling Lucy the truth – she and some friends lived nearby that particular island with the marketplace and the frequent cruise ship layovers. It was actually on a second, smaller island less than five miles away. Part of the same country that lacked an extraction treaty with the United States, fully two thirds of the island belonged to the SF8 Holding Group, a shell corporation created by Roselyn and Jessica Chastain from money liberated from Rhona Mitra. That included four small but comfortable villas on the east coast where the extended family now lived and shared several miles of pristine beach.
Megan pulled the small boat up to the dock, and wasn't at all surprised to find Alicia Keys waiting there for her. Topless.
“You're late,” the mocha-skinned beauty said.
“Raul tried to gouge me for more money on the kiwis,” Megan said, handing her a bag.
“Pay him,” Alicia said. “Joshua loves kiwis.”
“Yeah, well, I still got them, and I got them cheaper,” Megan said, climbing out onto the dock herself, taking the rope and tying the boat in place. “You wife only gives me so much money for these trips.”
“Fiancee,” Alicia reminded her with a smirk. “We still haven't settled on who's taking who's name.”
“Whatever,” Megan said, rolling her eyes. “I say you take hers. Alicia Sanchez sounds a lot more exotic than Roselyn Keys.”
“Says you,” Alicia said, grabbing another bag out of the boat. Megan got the rest of the supplies, and together they walked towards the villas.
“Whose turn is it to cook tonight?”
“Roselyn and I were supposed to, but JoAnna wants to. Jessica sent her some fancy new recipe from the mainland and, well, JoAnna still does pretty much whatever Jessica asks her to.”
“Good thing Shay likes Jessica,” Megan said, shaking her head. “JoAnna's never going to completely let her go.”
“You're one to talk,” Alicia said. “Three women sharing one bed every night must get pretty wild.”
“I'm not complaining, though I do wish I could get a nice cock every now and then.”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:24:53 AM

“Emma doesn't have a strap-on?”
“You know she does,” Megan said with a smirk. “Not quite the same.”
“Well, that's why you go to the other island. There are more men there.”
“Yeah, all the ones here are attached,” Megan groused.
They brought the bags into the villa JoAnna Garcia shared with Shay Mitchell and JoAnna's baby girl, Angel.
“Hey Megan, did you get the kiwis?” JoAnna asked, looking up from where she stood in the kitchen. The gorgeous redhead wore a white apron, a chef's hat Jessica had sent her as a joke, and nothing else. That was understandable, because it had to be almost a hundred degrees in the small kitchen area.
“I did. What are you making in here, fire flambé?”
“Ha ha,” JoAnna said sourly. “I should probably have done this out in the fire pit, but I kinda miss working with a real stove.” The villas all had most of the modern convinces, but being small places, the cooking apparatuses were somewhat lacking.
“My woman, all domesticated,” Shay said, sauntering in from the other room. Unlike JoAnna, Shay was fully dressed – if you could call a bikini top and grass skirt fully dressed. She wandered over to JoAnna and squeezed her butt once before moving over to the refrigerator and pulling out a pitcher of ice tea.
“You got stuck with babysitting duty?” Megan guessed as Shay started pouring herself a glass of tea.
“Just passed them off to Blake, actually,” Shay admitted. “Joshua loves the grass skirt. Angel likes it too, though she mostly just tries to chew on it.”
“They're both going to be horrible skirt chasers when they grow up,” Alicia said.
“Well, growing up here, that's to be expected, right?” JoAnna said. “I mean, we all chase skirts here, right?”
“Blake doesn't,” Alicia pointed out.
“Bah, give her time,” Megan said with a snort. No one listened to her.
“Is everyone in here?” a new voice called out. Megan turned to see Roselyn Sanchez walking in, naked as the day she was born. That really was the nice thing about owning 2/3rds of a tropical island – clothing optional worked really well with this group.
“Hey babe,” Alicia said, starting to put away the groceries. “What've you got there?”
“Just a message from Hayden and Troian,” Roselyn said, holding up her tablet. Jessica Chastain had made sure they had the best wifi you could possibly get on a tropical island.
“How's the book tour going?”
“Pretty good, I guess. ‘Hayden's Heroes’ is selling pretty well state-side, but it's not exactly burning up the shelves in Europe.” Hayden and Troian had spent the time Hayden had needed to recover from Ashley Benson's attack writing down her adventures with the San Fran 8. Hayden's Heroes: From Falsely Accused to Federal Hero focused mostly on things from Hayden's POV, which suited the rest of the SF8 just fine – they were more than happy to live their lives out in this secluded little paradise.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:25:54 AM

“Who cares about Europe?” JoAnna asked. “They're still making out like bandits in the states, right?”
“Interesting choice of words, love,” Shay said, squeezing JoAnna's bare ass again.
“It's an expression!” JoAnna insisted.
“I'll remind you of that next time you want to make out,” Shay said, kissing the redhead on the cheek.
“If nothing else, it's an excuse for them to travel around Europe,” Roselyn said. “Last week was Paris. Troian says they joined the 'Quarter-Mile High Club' atop the Eiffel Tower.”
“Nice,” Megan said.
“Is the Eiffel Tower really a quarter of a mile high?” JoAnna asked.
“No clue, but who cares, they got it on atop the Eiffel Tower,” Roselyn said.
“Sound romantic,” Alicia said.
“I'll take you up on the roof and fuck you there tonight,” Roselyn told her.
“Not the same thing.”
“We aren't going to Paris,” Roselyn said.
“We will some day. Mark my words.”
“What else are Hayden and Troian doing? Or who else?” Shay asked, looking for gossip.
“They were on “Good Morning Britain” just yesterday, and according to Troian, Hayden totally made out with Susanna Reid between commercial breaks. REALLY pissed off Piers Morgan that she got in where couldn’t.”
“Who's Susanna Reid?” Megan asked.
“Hot British newscaster type,” Roselyn said. “Hayden says she’s the best news fuck she had since nailed Erin Burnett… Troian said Reid’s got a rep over there for flirting with her male guests, and Susanna told the crew they’d all be fired if they said a word about how a girl scored with her... oh, here's a pic!” She showed the tablet around. Hayden says she hit on Charlotte Hawkins – she’s the blonde sitting next to her in the pic – Troian hit on the weathergirl Laura and she she said yes! Hayden said she’s got the blonde as well… she said it was first time with a woman… LIES! With a whole load of grinning emojis.”
“I'd make out with that,” Shay said, eyeing the dark-haired English MILF.
“Who wouldn't you make out with?” Blake Lively asked, walking in. Blake wore a bright blue bikini that somehow made her fantastic figure look even better, though that might have been the way it outlined her nipples ever-so-slightly, or rode up in the bottoms. Living on an island surrounded by lesbians wasn't hurting the blonde beauty's love life any, because Blake Lively had actually found a man she wanted to see more than once in her bed. And he'd come from a rather surprising source.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:26:44 AM

“The kids down for their nap?” JoAnna asked Blake.
“Yep. Jason's watching over them. He really enjoys getting to see Angel when he's here.”
“It was the best way to handle custody,” JoAnna agreed. “I didn't want to be flying back and forth to the States all the time, especially with a baby. He was able to rearrange his work schedule so he could have 3-day weekends, and he certainly doesn't mind flying out here.”
“Why would he? Especially when he gets to sleep with this every night he's here?” Alicia said, running her hands theatrically next to Blake, who actually blushed. No one was quite sure how it had happened, but shortly after JoAnna and Jason had broken up officially, but before little Angel had been born, Blake had met Jason in a bar, and the two had ended up fucking like jackrabbits, neither knowing who the other was. When Jason had started coming to the island to see his little girl, he'd been surprised as hell to learn who Blake was – but that hadn't kept him from sleeping with her again. And again. And again.
Blake had been surprised, too. All her life, she'd been a bit more of a “love 'em and leave 'em” kind of girl, but Jason was growing on her. It didn't hurt that he was so good with little Angel, or that he actually seemed happy for JoAnna and Shay. Plus, he was pretty good in the sack, and Blake’s options weren't all that great around these parts.
“I'm just glad he's happy,” JoAnna said. “Angel deserves a father who's happy with someone.”
“It's not like we're getting married any time soon,” Blake cautioned. “I still like to sow some wild oats.”
“I can testify to that,” Megan said. She occasionally joined Blake in her cock-hunting ways, usually traveling to one of the two bars on the other island and hooking up with tourists.
“What else are Troian and Hayden up to?” Alicia asked.
“Well, that's the big news. While they were in Paris they got married.”
“Good for them!” JoAnna said, beaming. “See that, Shay? We should go to Paris and get hitched.”
“I didn't even know France allowed gay marriage,” Shay said.
“We own more than half this island,” Megan said. “I'll get ordained online and you two can get married here. Save a lot of cash.”
“But then I don't get to go to Paris and join the Quarter-Mile High Club,” JoAnna pouted.
“Besides, what would Jessica say?” Shay said, pinching JoAnna's bottom again.
“You think she'd mind that much? She and Olivia are attached at the hip these days,” Roselyn pointed out.
“Literally,” Shay said. “I walked in on them when they were out last month. Olivia's got some fun strap-ons she likes to use.”
“Let me guess,” Blake said sarcastically. “She used them on you, too.”
“Both of us, actually,” JoAnna blushed.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:27:24 AM

“It's so cute how you get embarrassed by stuff we all do pretty regularly,” Alicia said. “Sleeping around in this group is hardly shocking.”
“Speak for yourself,” Blake said.
“Are Hayden and Troian still coming here when the book tour is done?” Shay asked.
“That's the plan. We'll all do some sleeping around when they come by,” Roselyn said.
“Again, speak for yourself,” Blake muttered.
“Shame we can't get them all here at the same time,” Alicia said. “Have a nice, full reunion.”
“Get married. I'm sure they'd come for that,” Blake pointed out.
“Now that is an idea,” Roselyn said, looking at Alicia.
“Fine, but you'll be Roselyn Keys.”
“Alicia Sanchez sounds so much sexier,” Roselyn said, leaning in and kissing Alicia's neck. The topless mother did nothing to stop her.
“What's everyone doing in here?” Emma Roberts asked, walking in from the other side of the villa. “Also, why is it like a million degrees in here?” Emma had just come back from a quick jog around the island, clad only in running shorts and a sports bra her little nipples were doing their best to poke through.
“Roselyn and Alicia are going to get married so we can have Hayden and Troian, and Olivia and Jessica all over at the same time.”
“We'd need more beds, wouldn't we?” Emma asked.
“We were thinking they wouldn't mind sharing,” Megan said, walking over to Emma. “How was your run?”
“Good, though I'm clearly over-dressed,” Emma added, shucking off her shorts to reveal her naked bottom. Of all the girls on the island, Emma enjoyed the clothing optional idea the most. The sports bra went next, and as her tiny little nips came into view, Megan leaned down and kissed each one briefly.
“What was that for?”
“I ran into a girl at the market who kissed me,” Megan admitted. “I've been kinda turned on since then.”
“Oh please, Megan Fox is turned on 24/7,” Blake said, rolling her eyes.
“That's not wrong,” Megan admitted, shooting Blake a look. “Remember that hot Australian guy we shared a couple weeks ago?”
“That was pretty hot,” Blake admitted.
“Try not to think too much about him while I take Emma back to our place for a good fucking,” Megan said, winking at the others before grabbing Emma by the arm.
“Wait, wait!” Emma said. “What about Hannah?”

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:28:02 AM

“What about me?” Hannah Davis asked, the last of them to arrive in the small villa. Hannah wore a large tank-top with nothing underneath it, meaning that the large arm holes showed almost her entire breast from the side. The tiny string bikini bottoms she wore did little to hide either her ass or her front, as she was currently sporting an impressive bit of camel toe.
After testifying against Rhona and her organization in the trial, Hannah had been found innocent of any possible charges and was free to go. Except she'd had nowhere else to go – she had both worked and lived in Rhona's estate, which was now government property. Megan and Emma, each quite fond of Hannah, felt they owed her something, and with a little help from Troian and JoAnna, they had gotten Hannah a one-way ticket to their little island paradise. It had been a little awkward at first, as there wasn't a whole lot of room in the bed for all three of them, but once Hannah had gotten used to having Emma fall asleep atop her, she'd felt right at home.
Still, there were others they might send for. Jennifer Lawrence was almost done her physical rehab, and since she was released from Remy Hadley, some of the girls felt she was at least owed an invite, assuming Olivia Wilde and Jessica Chastain didn't snatch her up first. Navi Rawat's most recent relationship had fallen apart (her third since the adventure at Rhonaland) and Hayden remained a little worried the EMT was going to keep trying to get into Troian's pants. Hayden had asked Roselyn if there was anywhere on the island for Navi to stay.
And then there was Kristen Bell to worry about. The FBI agent, having finally found and dealt with her white whale in Rhona Mitra, had up and quit the agency a week after the case had wrapped in court, and not two days later ended up finding Roselyn and Alicia during a supply run to the other island. If nothing else, Kristen Bell knew how to track a criminal, and she'd tracked the SF8 to their hiding place in no time.
Of course, she wasn't a Fed anymore, and there wasn't an extradition treaty anyway, but Kristen had made it clear she was going to buy a villa on the one third of the island the girls didn't own, and that she'd be keeping an eye on them. It had been Blake Lively who told Kristen to get some good binoculars, because it was going to be one hell of a sexy show.
Between the new girls, the visitors they enjoyed having, and the sexy little former FBI agent spying on them, there was a solid argument for building a couple more villas on the eastern side of the island. With Alicia, Roselyn and little Joshua in one, Shay, JoAnna and Angel in another, Megan, Emma and Hannah filling up a third, and Blake and Jason in the fourth, real estate was at a bit of a premium, especially when it came to beds.
Outside on the beach was a different story. Plenty of room for hammocks, a few chaise lounges, even just blankets on the sand. Megan was sure she'd be making use of one of those outdoor places to fuck Emma senseless, especially now that Hannah was here to help.
“Come on, Hannah, we're going to go have sex.”
“We are? But I was going to take my horse out for a stroll-”
“Sex first, horse later,” Megan said, using her free hand to grab Hannah's arm and yanking both her lovers towards the door.
* * * * * * * * * *

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:28:54 AM

Kristen Bell was fast asleep, her arms around a soft, warm, pink, cuddly object.
The object in question, Kat Dennings, snored softly as Kirsten’s right hand rested on one of Kat’s gargantuan boobs. Kat were fast asleep; her love pillows that so big that Kristen had fallen asleep on them once or twice. That wasn’t the only reason their blind date had worked out, but it didn’t hurt.
Kat’s charms had helped persuade Kristen to return to the FBI, for her to be put on a special assignment to keep an eye on the gang.  They couldn’t return to the US, but some people felt they could still be a little… useful.  The largesse of the federal government had helped them buy 2/3rds of an island. Although guess who owned the other third, with Kristen charged with watching the girls both to keep them safe (there was nothing to keep any enemies they’d made from dropping by) but also to make sure they didn’t go back to their thieving ways. As watching them is a promotion for Kristen, so she could pick her own team. Kat was officially in charge of "technical services,” whatever the hell that was. But since Kat wasn’t exactly the physical type – in that sense – another couple had moved in Casa Del Bell.
Kristen asked for Tammin Sursok to be assigned to her unit –Tammin told her that Victoria Justice would have come along as well, and Kristen agreed – she’d be working as Tammin’s assistant.
And Kristen had a little message for the group on the villa – they might be in back in business sooner than they’d planned. Since she was the one in charge Kristen she could have delegated Tammin to play postperson and pass the message for the gang, but Kristen wanted to do that herself. Besides, Victoria had talked Tammin into trying her hand at stripping – the island’s main adults only bar had the stripping equivalent of two open mic nights once a month (one of the ladies and one for the men), and you always could on count on of the less inhibited locals and tourists to enter. And Kristen did not want to miss a chance to see Tammin in her birthday suit, even if taking pictures was forbidden. Fortunately for Victoria, who had realised while working in the bookstore that she missed stripping – but scratch that itch while she lived in San Francisco. Here in the Caribbean, she could.
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* * * * * * * * * *
“Oh fuck, yessss!” Megan groaned as Emma eased the dildo almost all the way out of her ass. Some of it was probably the visuals. Alicia and Roselyn were scissoring like crazy not two feet away, and Shay and JoAnna were in a delicious looking 69.
“So hot, right?” Emma asked, looking at Hannah. Hannah was still laying there in the sand next to them, a true nude beauty, her fingers jammed between her legs as she watched. But despite all her protestations about not enjoying anal sex, Hannah wasn't watching either of the other couples. Her eyes were locked on Emma's strap-on, buried into Megan's ass.
“Y-yeah.”
“Wanna try?” Emma asked, sliding back into Megan, who cooed deliciously.
“I don't like anal-” Hannah started to protest.
“No, I mean, do you wanna try fucking Megan's ass?” Emma asked.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:29:49 AM

“Ooh, yes!” Megan chimed in. “Fuck my ass, Hannah! Fuck my dirty little back door!” As she spoke, she ground back against Emma's toy.
“I don't know...” Hannah sounded reluctant, but her eyes wouldn't leave the toy in Megan's backdoor.
“Come here, try it on,” Emma said, sliding out of Megan and hitting the quick-release snap.
“Ah, are you sure?” Hannah asked, glancing at Megan. The tattooed brunette was breathing heavily as she stayed on all fours, desperate for someone to fill her ass again.
“I'm so sure. C'mon, Hannah. Fuck my ass with your big cock.”
“Uh, I guess I could try,” Hannah said, even as Emma began strapping the dildo around her hips.
“Yay!” Emma said. “You're going to love it. Making a dirty girl like Megan beg to be fucked up the ass is a freakin' high unlike anything else.”
“And  we could have a try between your sweet Caribbean buns,” Megan added, wiggling her seat invitingly.
“Um… all right.. I don’t want to hurt you…” Hannah said as she got into position. “Wait, did you did say ‘We’?”
Hannah pressed her hands on Megan’s cheeks as she slowly thrust forward, not used to having to push harder than usual, what it being tighter than her favoured hole was – and the blonde tried not to think about what it was used for usually.
“You know what comes out the other end and you don’t mind putting whatever up there, right?” Emma pointed out. “Besides we got a rule, we always clean out there before we fuck.”
Hannah continued her journey up Megan… it was tighter, but she had to admit it was just as soft as a pussy. Thank goodness any squishiness was from the lube. And Megan’s ass cheeks did feel nice, rubbing against her as she moved in… Hannah pinched the brunette’s butt as she pushed a little deeper.
“Ooooohh… you sure you’ve never does this before?” Megan gasped as she arched upwards in response to every push from Hannah.
Emma Roberts envied Megan while she was just lying on the floor, her legs spread apart and Alicia between them. Mrs. Sanchez was liking how the robber tasted, and the way Emma’s thighs felt as Alicia ran her fingers down them.
Roselyn’s snatch was on Emma’s face, her tongue moving inside. She was loving how the boss tasted. She was hoping this would remain untainted by a  brat. Not that JoAnna had really been worse, but Emma had a feeling they lost a bit of tightness afterwards and really want to know for sure. Right now her own box was nice and snug for Alicia.
Mrs. Sanchez was on her knees in front of the safecracker, with Shay kneeling behind Alicia and feasting on her box. Too bad Mitchell wasn’t being taken, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t last.
Although JoAnna’s mouth was occupied with Roselyn’s, her fingers spread in JoAnna’s crotch as she rubbed against the lovely swollen breasts the redhead had gotten and kept after giving birth.

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:30:31 AM

* * * * * * * * * *
One reason Blake Lively got on so well with men that she was very understanding with their desires. She knew Jason was sneaking peeks over the girl/girl action going on were inches away as he ground his cock deep inside Blake’s golden ass – but he was a guy, that was to be expected. Hell, she had even told him about that time with Hayden. That was how much she trusted him.
Blake and Jason were in action just outside the kids’ room -  and they were keeping an ear out for the children (“Trust me, this isn’t the first time I’ve fucked with kids nearby – I did it all the time on babysitting duty,” Blake assured him, “and nothing ever went wrong…”) .
Jason was hoping Alicia’s son wouldn’t come crawling out. Again.
Well, that didn’t work out… there was Angel, sitting there in the corner, watching her Uncle Jason pumping Aunt Blake.
As Blake jiggled to Jason’s grinding and saw the wide smile on the boy’s face, she figured that anything that kept the kid from turning into someone who thought sex was disgusting and shameful wasn’t to be discouraged.
* * * * * * * * * *
Emily Blunt and Elena Satine were glad that they’d gotten a direct flight to St. Zain’s instead stopping over on Trinigua and changing planes; neither were that fond of regional carriers – it always made them nervous, the size of the plane plus the expanse of ocean underneath didn’t help. At least each one could in the other’s eyes to take their minds off it.
“Never let it be said I’m not a woman of my word,” Emily said, kissing Elena as they got off the plane, enjoying the sunshine as they were walked across the tarmac.
“Looking forward to meeting them again,” Elena laughed.
“Just ‘meeting’ them?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean!” The redhead pouted as they headed inside the building to the queue for non-nationals.
***
If they hadn’t had to pull their suitcases, Emily and Elena would have run over to the beaming brunette waving at them from the crowd as they finally came out of Arrivals.
“Hey girls!” Victoria laughed as she hugged them once they got within range. “You must be Elena…did you two have a safe trip? Wait, course you did… you’re here, right?! Sorry, the heat’s been frying my brain… “
“That’s what holidays are for,” Emily pointed out as Victoria led the couple to their minibus.
“Sorry in advance for the bumpy journey you’re about to have,” the driver told them as Victoria paid up. “Not the smoothest road to…”
“The docks,” the brunette told him as she got inside next to Emily.

Title: Re: The San Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]
Post by: Cindylover1969 on September 02, 2020, 05:33:29 AM

“Are you two in her line of work?” The driver asked.
“Isn’t that a bit personal!?!” Emily spluttered as she and Elena sat back.
“You’ve have to excuse Pharrell – he’s a regular at the club,” Victoria explained as the bus started up– “Every time I meet someone here who’s like a hot girl they think she’s a stripper.”
“My tits are only for my lady,” the Englishwoman tut-tutted.
“Spoilsport,” Elena pouted.
 “There’s a big prize if you go as a duo…” Pharrell said casually.
“Dude, they just got here!” Victoria shouted. “But he’s right…” she whispered with a wink.
Emily didn’t try to hide the grin on her face. They could use the money…
* * * * * * * * * *
As Tracy Spiridakos pushed her card into the ATM, she was glad she hadn’t had to wait behind some idiot who needed Cliffs Notes to understand the principle of “Do you want a receipt for this transaction?” But that was about the only relief she’d gotten money-wise over the past several months – her standing orders had gone through the very day she’d been cleaned out, so she couldn’t even cancel them beforehand. She’d done so afterwards, but that was Monday morning quarterbacking… even now she was still some way in the red.
But at least today was payday, and unless she was still as bad at maths as she’d been in school, Tracy figured she’d be able to maybe go out and have a couple of drinks this evening. She tapped in her numbers, and as she’d done for the past several months she put a hand over the screen; she’d grown to dread seeing her balance. Yeah, her friends and family helped out, but…
Swallowing, she steeled herself for what the screen would reveal and moved the hand away, seeing that she had –
$37,495.21.
Tracy’s heart stopped for a moment. She’d been told that with Rhona Mitra’s operation shut down they’d see to returning the money that she’d stolen, but with the cynicism of someone who had a government job Tracy had thought it would be quite a while before they got to her. She had no idea that the money was being given back to people depending on when it had been taken, and she definitely had no idea that she, Tracy Spiridakos, had been the very first.
With a smile bright enough to blind the man who’d arrived shortly afterwards and was waiting for her to finish, Tracy pressed “Yes” to make another transaction. It had been a while she’d been able to make a withdrawal with more than two digits before the decimal point.

The San Francisco Seven : The Girls Of St. Zain's  is coming soon(ish).

Title: Re: The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]
Post by: Cadeauxxx on September 05, 2020, 03:06:57 PM

Many thanks for posting all of these stories!  :Y: