The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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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.”

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.”

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“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.

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“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.”

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“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.”

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“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.

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“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!”

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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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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.