The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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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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“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.

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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?”

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“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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“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.

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“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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“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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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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?”

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“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.”

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“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.

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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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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.