The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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!”

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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.

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Sometimes, she mused, being a double agent didn’t really pay.

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“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.”

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It took half an hour by bus to get to the Spectacular, and Victoria wasn’t even scheduled

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.”

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“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.

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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.

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“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. 

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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.

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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.”

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“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.

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“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.

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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.”