The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“Come on, I’ve got a car out front. We’ve got a day of planning ahead of us, then we have the rehearsal dinner, then the bachelorette parties, and finally the wedding,” Jessica said.

“A lot to do and not a lot of time to do it,” JoAnna said.

“Yep, it’s crunch time. Good think I took the week off from the bank,” Jessica said.

“You work at a bank, too?”

“Los Angeles Union Bank,” Jessica confirmed.

“Hah! I work at SFUB!”

“We’re cousins!” Jessica laughed.

“Yeah yeah, you two are mirror images,” Amy said, rolling her eyes. “Grab your bags, JoAnna. I hate LAX at this time of day.”

“You hate LAX at all times of day, Luv,” Dichen pointed out.

“Well, maybe we can find a secluded bathroom stall, and you can make me forget all about it,” Amy said, kissing Dichen seductively.

“Oh my god, you’re right,” JoAnna said to Jessica.

“True lust right there,” Jessica said. “Can’t blame them, but you sure can envy them.”

JoAnna nodded in agreement, wishing she could kiss Shay in public like that. Or even in private. She fought off a wave of sadness and quickly turned back to the baggage carousel, hoping her luggage would show up before Amy and Dichen started dry humping right there in the airport.

*   *   *

Across the airport, another arrival was taking place, though this one had far less fanfare to it.

“Ugh, I hate coach,” Beverley Mitchell complained. “I would’ve rather driven down here.”

“Takes five times as long,” Tammin Sursok said, following Beverley off the flight from San Fran.

“Would’ve been worth it,” Beverley muttered.

“Disagree,” Kristen Bell said. “I’m not sure I could lasted five hours in a car with the two of you sniping at each other. You two either need to work out your issues, or just get a room and grudgefuck already.”

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Tammin and Beverley actually looked at each other for a moment, then both shuddered, making Kristen laugh.

“So, do we check in with the local FBI office first, or go right to the strip club?” Tammin asked as they headed towards baggage claim.

“Straight to the club,” Kristen said. “LA office has been notified, and they’ve got a van on the joint already. And what they’ve got for files on the place. Not much to see so far, I guess.”

“That was quick,” Beverley said. “I didn’t think LA ever moved that fast.”

“LA FBI gets a bad reputation because they’re always being shown up by every other organization with initials in it grabbing all the big busts,” Kristen said. “LAPD, NSA, CIA, DEA…”

“Don’t forget CTU and NCIS,” Tammin added with a smirk.

“Yeah, the fake feds do better than the real ones around here,” Kristen said with a laugh.

“Better looking agents, too,” Beverley said. “They aren’t the basket of walking wet dreams our office tends to be.”

“Thank you,” both Kristen and Tammin said together, before laughing.

“Yeah, you two keep thinking I was including you in that assessment. I’m going to go get the rental car. You guys grab my luggage when it comes out.”

“It’s got the Hello Kitty stickers all over it, right?” Tammin asked innocently. Beverley scowled at her and walked off.

She made it around the nearest corner before whipping out her second cell phone and making a call.

“Rhoa? It’s Beverley.”

“This better be important, Beverley. I told you to-”

“FBI is looking into the Spectacular. We’re in LA now, and there’s already a van outside the joint. I’d warn Charisma myself, but I don’t have her number and-”

“This is unfortunate,” Rhona said, cutting Beverley off. “I will be at the Spectacular myself tonight.”

“Kristen Bell is here, boss. That might not be the best idea.”

There was a long pause. “No, I think it’s time I got a look at Agent Bell first-hand, since she won’t go away and Reiko Aylesworth is proving wholly incapable of dealing with her outside of bed. Keep an eye on the investigation, but don’t take any direct action. Oh, and if you can slip away while you’re there, meet me and Charisma inside.”

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“Right. See you tonight,” Beverley said. Rhona hung up, leaving the turncoat agent on her own again. “Now, where’s the car rental place?”

*   *   *

The god-awful country version of “These Boots Were Made For Walking” ended, and Victoria Justice looked up at the ceiling. She was laying on the end of the runway, naked save for an open checkerboard top that hadn’t hidden her tits at all, a pair of cowboy boots, and a straw hat that rested over one knee playfully. The crowd, such as it was, clapped enthusiastically, and a modest rain of singles fell around her, allowing her to earn her tips.

“Give it up for Candy, everyone!” the announcer called out, signaling to Victoria that she could get up and start gathering her cash. She had about a minute, then had to clear the runway for the next girl. By the time she stood up and started scooping up her bills, most of the eyes in the joint had returned to their drinks, and Victoria was able to rush backstage without an issue. As she plopped down at her makeup station, she checked her phone and saw it was only 6:30. It was going to be a long night, waiting for that moment when Charisma would call her in to meet this Rhona woman.

“Tami, Nicole, Victoria, I need you three out on the floor. Got a lot of guys looking for lap dances,” Charisma said, zipping through the room as she headed towards her office. All the girls in the room rolled their eyes, knowing what had happened. Some half-drunk guy must have offered Charisma an insultingly low sum to go back into the private zone and strip for him. The smaller the sum, the faster Charisma fled the floor.

Victoria sighed, grabbed her top, and headed for the floor. Maybe making some extra bucks would help the night go by faster.

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“…And we can’t sit Dichen’s mother next to my father, because the last time they attended any event together, they ended up fighting the whole time except when I walked in on them going at it in the cloak room.”

JoAnna laughed, more from the look of disgust on both Dichen and Amy’s faces.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got them on opposite sides of the bridal table,” Jessica said.

“Might want to switch sides, though,” JoAnna said, looking at the seating arrangements for the rehearsal dinner. “The bar’s to the left, and Amy’s mother is a bit of a lush.”

“Bit?” Dichen said. “That woman nearly drank her weight in gin when I proposed in front of her.”

“Mom was still kinda hoping I’d find some guy and magically become not-gay,” Amy sighed. “She’s past it now. I think.”

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“What a lovely family you two are going to have,” Jessica said, swapping the names to opposite sides of the bridal table. “Anything else?”

“I don’t think so,” JoAnna said, looking over things carefully. “Girls? It’s your party.”

“If it was my party, there’d be strippers and more alcohol,” Dichen said.

“Bachelorette party is tomorrow night, babe,” Amy said, kissing Dichen on the cheek. “You can see all the free boobs you want then. So long as you only suck on mine that night.”

“Deal,” Dichen said.

“Where is this bachelorette party?” JoAnna asked.

“A little strip club we found a couple years ago,” Amy said. “Kind of a dive, but we had one of our first dates there, and we both got drunk and got in a fight and thought we’d gone home with strippers.”

“Only we woke up with each other,” Dichen said, finishing the story. “And if I can turn down a room full of hot strippers for a girl, it must be love.”

“Touching, in a pervy sort of way,” Jessica said. “But I’m all for hot strippers. What’s the name of this place?”

“The Spectacular.”

*   *   *

As strip clubs went, Los Angeles’ Spectacular didn’t live up to its name. Far from it, in fact. According to local legend, it had been quite the sexual hot spot 20 years ago, but it’s time in the limelight had faded faster than the velour red carpet leading inside, and it was now barely a blip on anyone’s radar. On the best of nights, it pulled in enough money to pay its “performers” and cut away at the massive alcohol bill the place had. And those “best of” days were increasingly few and far between.

Yet somehow, the Spectacular stayed afloat, always in the black, the accounts registered to it flush with money that would’ve shamed some of the more successful skin bars in tinsel town. The club was making money somehow, though no one knew quite how.

This is what brought the Spectacular to the attention of the FBI. Though not, oddly, the local Los Angeles office. The LA Office had steadfastly avoided the place, even when two or three different cases had brought agents within the club itself. The local director had a sizeable folder on the club, including dossiers on not only the club’s boss and bouncers, but several of the dancers, many of whom had little more criminal history than speeding tickets and jaywalking counts. But while there was evidence the Spectacular might have had a criminal connection or two, nothing official had ever been done. Not until someone from the San Francisco office had finally lit a fire under the LA office and asked them to watch the place until someone from ‘Frisco could get down there to do the job properly.

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The door to the back of the non-descript, light-blue van parked half a block down from the Spectacular opened up, and Agent Robert Edmonson glanced up from his newspaper to see three lovely ladies entering the van. He raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. He’d never been to the San Fran office, but the local rumor mill was that it was fruitier than San Francisco itself, rife with homosexual men and women. If these three babes preferred tacos to hot dogs, well that was a crime indeed.

“So what’s San Francisco Office got against a strip club in LA?” He asked by way of greeting. “Not enough sleaze bags in your neck of the woods now that the San Fran Seven are under lock and key?”

FBI Special Agent Kristen Bell weathered Edmonson with a glare. “No, we think the Spectacular here is a front business for a major organized crime head.”

“Really? Who? The Garibaldis? The Takahashis?” He actually lowered his voice for the next one, “Not the Ivonovs!”

“Rhona Mitra,” Bell answered, taking a seat next to Edmonson.

“Who?” he asked.

“Rhona Mitra, mysterious underworld crime lord with her fingers in more dirty pots than any other single individual on the FBI Most Wanted list,” Junior Agent Tammin Sursok answered, moving up to sit next to the driver’s seat.

“I know the entire Top Ten on the Most Wanted list, and I’ve never heard of this Mitra person,” Edmonson insisted.

“And you probably won’t - until we bust her,” Bell said. “What have you got on the place?”

“It’s dead - or should be, anyway. Only had ten customers last night, can barely pay the dancers, and aside from a regular or two, the clientele is getting progressively worse.”

“And yet, you’ve seen the financial records,” Bell said. “What does that say to you?”

“Oh, it’s a total front for someone, I’ll give you that. The manager’s sketchy as all get-out, and while she could probably pack more guys in here if she’d get up on stage herself, she hasn’t, and the place is still rolling in cash.”

“Who is the manager?” Beverly Mitchell asked.

“Spectacular’s run by this woman - Charisma Carpenter,” Edmonson said, handing Bell, Mitchell, and Sursok each a file folder. Kristen opened hers up to see the image of a gorgeous looking woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, though could’ve been older or younger - she had one of those timeless faces that made her exact age hard to judge.

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“Not much of a record,” Sursok said. “Couple of parking tickets, a noise complaint from her upstairs neighbors… not even a DUI.”

“She’s kept her nose pretty clean,” Edmonson said. “Which might explain why she’s running a place like Spectacular - who better to front your money laundering operation than someone the cops almost never look at?”

“Hard to imagine anyone NOT looking at her,” Beverly said. “She’s gorgeous.”

“That she is,” Edmonson said. “Like I said, she could turn the whole place around if she just got on stage.”

“And you’re certain she’s in charge of the money laundering?” Bell asked.

“Nope. Like I said, Carpenter’s clean. Her record, her personal financials. And she doesn’t own the club - whoever owns that has it hidden behind few dozen shell corporations that our financial boys haven’t been able to crack yet. Not that they’ve been trying all that hard.”

“Tell them to try harder,” Tammin said.

Edmonson took some offense at that. “Why don’t you go down there and tell them that yourself, Princess Pouty Lips - maybe they’ll drop all the other cases they have if you ask them nicely.”

“If it’s not Carpenter, who else could it be?” Kristen asked, stopping Tammin before she could start throwing insults towards Edmonson.

“Small crew in there, almost none of the workers have the IQ to pull it off, but there’s a few stand-outs,” the only man in the van said, still eyeing Tammin sourly. He handed out another round of file folders. “These are all the employees. Typical strip-club bunch, for the most part. Better looking bunch than your average dive strip-club gets, though we‘ve heard the hiring process weeds out less attractive girls. Those that do get employed as generally more on the beauty than the brains side, none with so much as a college education or any indication they’re smart enough to run a money laundering scheme.”

“Wouldn’t that make a good cover?” Tammin asked.

“Sure, but most of them haven’t been there all that long,” Edmonson said. “And there’s a lot of turnover, in oddly regular intervals.”

“How so?” Kristen asked.

“At the four month and six month marks from initial employment. Can’t tell you why, but a lot of girls seem to quit then. Those that get past generally do pretty well for a while, but move on sooner or later, too.”

“So LA has been sitting on all this information for all this time, but never done anything?” Beverley asked. “Why?”

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“No reason. Nothing going on here that warrants FBI attention, let alone a full investigation. We have bigger fish to fry. Let LAPD worry about strippers.”

Kristen was about to shoot off some remark when Edmonson actually stood up. “I can leave you guys the van, but LA Office wants me back ASAP - got a lead on Sean McBride across town, and we’re rolling on it.”

“You got a ride back?” Kristen asked.

“Yep, he’s been waiting for me around the corner for 20 minutes now.”

“Then go on, and thanks for the help,” Bell sighed.

“Good luck girls. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do in there.” With that Edmonson slid open the door of the van, hopped out, and closed it. None of the San Francisco FBI girls would see him again.

For a moment, the girls just sat there, before Beverley finally spoke up.

“How do you want to handle this, boss?”

Kristen frowned. “We could sit out here on stakeout until that Charisma Carpenter girl comes back, but that’s what LA Office has been doing for a while now, and it’s gotten them nowhere. I think we need to go in, and do a little one-on-one interviewing of these girls.”

“A night talking to beautiful, half-naked women, all on the FBI’s dime?” Beverley said with a smirk. “Gosh, what I do for king and country.”

“Yeah, you lead a charmed life,” Kristen said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go in separately, unless you two want to pretend to be a couple.”

Beverley and Tammin exchanged disgusted looks. “No thanks,” the said together.

“Thought so. I’ll go first. Follow at irregular intervals, and lock the van when you’re done. LA Office probably wouldn’t appreciate it if we let someone lift their ride.”

*   *   *

“Hey Victoria, how about a lap dance?”

Victoria turned without thinking. Here in the Spectacular, she was known as Candy, and no one on the floor knew her real name. But it was such a natural thing to turn when someone says your name that Victoria didn’t stop herself.

“Excuse me?” she said, looking at the slightly chubby, horn-rimmed glasses wearing man looking up at her with a nasty smirk on his face.

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“I said how about a lap dance,” he said, flashing a wad of cash from his lap, conspicuously near his crotch. His slacks weren’t doing that good of a job hiding the state of his erection.

“Uh-”

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” he said, seeing her hesitate.

“I’m sorry, should I?”

“Name’s Russell. I’m friends with Dan,” he said, standing up. “Does he know you’re working here?”

“Yeah, he knows,” Victoria said defensively.

“Huh, he must want to keep it secret,” Russell said. He looked at her expectantly, still holding his wad of cash near his crotch.

“Three hundred,” Victoria said with a sigh, giving in. She knew what he meant. If she didn’t do it, he’d tell all of Dan’s other friends that his Victoria was working as Candy.

“How much for a blowjob?” he asked as she lead the way to the private rooms.

“We don’t do that here,” she said flatly, wishing he’d push his luck. Then she could signal Diego and get this Russell character thrown out of the club. But he didn’t ask again, and before she knew it, he was sitting before her, looking up at her lustily as she moved towards the MP3 player built into the wall.

“Three hundred gets you one song. You can’t touch me, but I can touch you. Panties stay on.”

“How much for them to come off?” he asked.

Victoria cursed under her breath. “Another hundred,” she lied. It was actually only another fifty, but if this fool didn’t know that, she didn’t have to tell him. Bad enough he knew the Spectacular did fully nude lap dances.

“Done,” he said, peeling off another bill. “Wish I’d worn my sweatpants.”

Victoria rolled her eyes and selected one of the shorter songs on the player - the sooner this was done, the better. Course, she had to offer him another song when this one ended, for another 400 bucks. If this was some friend of Dan’s, he probably didn’t have that much money to throw around, but she’d seen dumber things in the back rooms before.

She had just hit play and turned around to start gyrating when suddenly Charisma Carpenter came in and hit the pause button.

“Hey!” Russell said.

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“Candy, Rhona’s here,” Charisma said. “It’s time.”

Suddenly, Victoria thought giving pervy Russell a lap dance didn’t sound that bad. “Okay,” she said.

“Hey, I paid for a dance!” Russell said.

“I’m sorry sir,” Charisma said, sounding like she meant it. “If you wait right here, I’ll get two of my other girls to come in here for you. Free of charge,” she added.

“Uh, okay. But I kinda wanted Vic-”

“She’s taken, I’m sorry,” Charisma said in a tone that made it clear she wasn’t going to be argued with. Russell shut up. “Come along, Candy.”

Victoria followed Charisma out of the private room and down the hallway towards the back. There stood a gorgeous woman, older but far from old, with pouty lips and smoldering eyes that were clearly looking Victoria up and down as she approached. Even as Victoria grew closer, she could see Rhona’s nipples get hard beneath her shirt.

“Hello Victoria,” Rhona said, her accent surprisingly pleasing. “I’ve heard so many good things about you. My name’s Rhona Mitra.”

“Hello,” Victoria said, not knowing what else to say. She offered her hand, which Rhona took, shook once, then used to pull the younger girl close. Before Victoria knew what was happening, Rhona used those lips of hers to kiss the young stripper. Hard.

Victoria felt her knees weaken a little, and to her surprise, her own nipples grew hard.

“I’m so looking forward to making love to you tonight, Victoria,” Rhona said, taking the young girl by the hand and leading her into Charisma’s office. Victoria followed, not knowing that someone else was watching.

*  *  *

“Woof, I’m bushed,” JoAnna said as she got onto the elevator.

“I hear you,” Jessica Chastain said, getting on behind her. They’d just spent some time making sure Amy and Dichen were both comfortable in their separate rooms. The two bachlorettes were a little too tempted to spend the nights before their wedding acting like they were already on their honeymoon, even though they both agreed to that strange old tradition of not seeing - or sleeping - with each other before the wedding. For a while, it looked like the two maids of honor would have to bunk with a bride apiece, just to keep them from going after each other, but then Dichen had indulged in one more glass of wine, and drifted off to oblivion, letting JoAnna and Jessica sleep in their own rooms tonight.

“You have to admit,” JoAnna said. “They’re super cute together.”

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“Yeah they are,” Jessica admitted. “I hope I find a love like that some day.”

“A super slutty love?” JoAnna asked with a giggle.

“Fuck yes!” Jessica said. “Some girl who’ll always be willing to go down on me at the drop of a hat. Or some guy with a cock that’s always hard for me.”

“I bet most guys are hard for you,” JoAnna said.

“Only most?”

“Well, I am from San Francisco, so I know some of them just don’t like girls,” JoAnna laughed.

The elevator stopped, and the two redheads got off, heading down the hallway towards their rooms, located across from each other, having been booked by Dichen at the same time.

“I should move to San Fran. More chicks who go both ways up there,” Jessica said. “It can be a bitch sometimes dealing with girls here. If they’re into you, they don’t want you into boys as well. It’s like they can’t understand I honestly like both.”

“How does that work, though?” JoAnna asked. “I mean, how do you ever get married if there’s always some other gender out there that you want? If you marry a boy, you’ll always want a girl. And if you marry a girl-”

“I’ll always want a good hard cock, right?” Jessica finished for her. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’d just need my partner to be really understanding, I guess.” She paused for a second. “Or maybe I should find a couple and get both at the same time.”

“There’s an idea,” JoAnna laughed as they reached their rooms.

“I don’t suppose you and your boyfriend are looking for a third?” Jessica asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh no, he couldn’t handle two hot redheads at once,” JoAnna laughed.

“Too bad,” Jessica said. “But at least I got you to admit I’m hot.”

JoAnna was about to laugh at that comment when suddenly Jessica lunged forward and kissed her. For a second, JoAnna was too shocked to react, and that gave Jessica enough time to press the other redhead back against the door to her room. JoAnna felt Jessica’s hands come up, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and her tongue slipping past JoAnna’s lips, all seemingly within a split second.

It was wonderful! Delicious! And oh so sexy! JoAnna’s body screamed out at her, reacting to the soft touch of Jessica’s lips, and the grabbing need of Jessica’s hands. The sort of wonderful, naughty touch that JoAnna hadn’t felt since… well, since Troian had kissed her before the trip to LA, but more accurately not since Shay had gone to prison.

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For a few desperate heartbeats, JoAnna was tempted to give in, to let Jessica fuck her - there was no question Jessica would be the one doing the fucking - and JoAnna would just forget all about Jason, all about Troian, and all about Shay. But that only lasted a brief moment. Before she even finished thinking Shay’s name, her hands came up and gently pushed Jessica off her.

“I’m sorry, but I’m spoken for,” JoAnna said, breathing a little heavy from the kiss.

“I know, fiance and all that,” Jessica said. “But maybe we could just-”

“Jessica, I won’t lie - I’m tempted. I haven’t been with a girl in… well, a while,” JoAnna admitted. “But There’s another girl, and when she and I see each other again, I want… well, I want to see her again so bad.”

“She doesn’t mind that you’re marrying a guy?” Jessica asked.

“She doesn’t, but I may not marry him,” JoAnna said. “Honestly, I’d rather be with her.”

“But you’ll sleep with him?”

“I was sleeping with him before she and I met.”

“Then why not sleep with me?”

“I’m not going to bring someone new into the mix,” JoAnna said. “You aren’t the first girl to try and get in my pants since her. And you’re not the first I’ve almost let into my pants.”

“Almost? Damn,” Jessica said.

“You aren’t mad, are you?”

“About you being loyal to another girl?” Jessica asked. “No, not mad. I just, you know, kinda wish I was her.”

“Sorry,” JoAnna replied, not knowing what else to say.

“Don’t be. If nothing else, I’ve learned you DO like girls,” she smiled at JoAnna, and JoAnna felt her nipples go hard at the lusty sight. “It’s a start. See you in the morning, JoAnna Garcia.”

“See you in the morning, Jessica,” JoAnna said, watching as the lovely Miss Chastain walked across the hall, entered her room, and closed the door behind her. A moment later, JoAnna practically fell into her own room. She closed the door, all but ripped off her clothes, got into the shower, and as the hot water beat down around her, she fingered herself silly. When she finally came, she actually called out Shay’s, Troian, and Jessica’s name, one right after the other.

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*   *   *

Beverley Mitchell stood off in a corner, watching one of the strippers peel a pair of pasties off her nipples. She was named Ferrari or Lexus or something else that sounded like a luxury car. Beverley didn’t know, but she wouldn’t have minded putting the pasties over those nipples. For such a run-down place, the Spectacular managed to have some pretty quality strippers. Probably something to do with Charisma Carpenter sleeping with all of them before hiring them.

Speaking of which…

Beverley did a quick glance over to where her fellow FBI agents were chatting with some of the servers, and double-checked that neither one was looking over in her direction. Then she simply slipped into the back. She knew where to go, after all.

She didn’t quite get to Charisma’s office, ending up instead in the stripper dressing room before she came face-to-face with the club’s manager.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Charisma asked, spotting her at once.

“My job, of course,” Beverley said. “Both of them, actually. Is Rhona here yet?”

“She’s here,” Charisma confirmed. “She just went in back with one of my newer girls.”

“Damnit. I suspect the do not disturb sign is up then,” Mitchell grumbled.

“It is,” Charisma said. “You’ll just have to wait.”

“I don’t know how long I can,” Beverley said. “I’ve got two other agents out there looking for her.”

“Let them look. It’s not like they’d know her if they saw her,” Charisma pointed out. “Rhona could walk right past them buck naked, and they’d never know.”

“Still, better safe than sorry,” Beverley said. “Does your bartender still do special orders?”

“What, you want to roofie one of the FBI agents?” Charisma asked, surprised.

“No. Well, yes, but I can’t,” Beverley admitted, thinking of all the nasty things she could do to Tammin Sursok if she was out cold. “No, I just want the ‘get the other girl drunk faster’ package. You know, double to alcohol in their drinks while leaving mine virgin.”

“Okay, I’ll pass that along. Anything else?”

“Yeah, slip a note under the door for Charisma, letting her know I’m here. And the agents.”

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“Fine,” Charisma said. “Doesn’t mean she’ll see you soon. She’s just gone in there with the new girl, and she’s going to enjoy herself with her.”

“Yeah, well, we’ve all been there,” Beverley muttered, remembering more than a few nights in Rhona Mitra’s bed. She both envied and pitied whatever poor girl was in there with her now. “I better get back out there. Let me know when Rhona’s ready.”

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“Would you care for a drink?” Rhona Mitra asked. “I brought a lovely Chardonay with me that I’ve just been drooling over for since I discovered it a few months back. Deceptively delicious, especially for such a young wine.”

“Uh, okay,” Victoria said. She was lost on half of what Rhona was saying, but then she was so nervous, there was no way a glass of wine wouldn’t help.

“Relax, this is little more than a formality,” Rhona said, handing her the glass. “You’ve passed both Charisma and Rosie, and you’re certainly attractive enough. Get me off, and we’ll make your employment here permanent. From what Rosie told me, you should have no problems making me climax.”

“I’ll try my best,” Victoria said, taking a rather liberal sip of the wine. She winced. It was too bitter for her taste, but she sipped again, hoping the alcohol worked fast.

“Rosie was quite impressed with you. She can be so… scandalous at time, especially with young girls like yourself. Usually, it’s her who breaks girls. But you survived her, and are now here with me. You are to be commended. Take that silly costume off, please,” the strip club owner added. Victoria blinked, almost missing the command, but began stripping the silly cowgirl outfit off, even as Rhona continued to look about Charisma’s office.

“To be fair,” Rhona continued, “I originally took Rosie on as a bodyguard of sorts. That she had such a lovely body herself was my undoing, of course. But we have similar sexual tastes and desires for new girls, even as we return to each other most nights. But she was quite impressed with you. Wanted to join me here tonight.”

Victoria felt her heart stop. “Will she?” the young stripper asked, sliding her thong down off her legs, now fully nude.

“Oh no, I wanted you all to myself,” Rhona said, turning to look at Victoria. “And I can already tell I made the right choice.”

Victoria gulped down the last of her wine.

Rhona went and sat down in Charisma’s chair, and patted her lap. “Join me,” she said politely, her accent positively alluring. Victoria came and sat on Rhona’s lap, and the older woman started running her fingers through Victoria’s hair. “Lovely,” she said. “Charisma tells me she was your first woman. You’ve had others since, yes?”

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“Rosie, and, uh, Adrianne and I fooled around a little,” Victoria admitted.

“That’s it? I’m surprised. You liked it, yes?”

“Yes,” Victoria admitted. There was no point hiding something like that from Rhona. “I didn’t think I would, but I did.”

“Don’t be so nervous, sweetie,” Rhona said, her other hand coming around to slip between Victoria’s legs. Victoria gasped as Rhona’s fingers made contact with her slit, neither of them that surprised to find it wet. Victoria didn’t resist at all, and Rhona soon slid a solitary finger into the younger girl, all the way to the last knuckle.

“So tight. I was told you have a boyfriend.”

“I do,” Victoria said.

“He must not be very big if you’re this tight. Or are you waiting for marriage.”

“We’re not, and he’s plenty big enough, ma’am,” Victoria said, feeling like she was being chided in school, even as the other woman slowly began to finger fuck her.

“Ah, the glories of youth,” Rhona mused. “When I was your age, I could take a cock in my pussy and my ass at the same time, while blowing another and jacking off two more in my hands. I was quite popular with the school football team - soccer, I guess you’d call it here.”

“I g-guess,” Victoria stammered as Rhona flicked her thumb over Victoria’s clit.

“Have you ever had more than one man at a time?”

“No,” Victoria admitted, going stiff. Rhona’s other hand, the one that had been running through Victoria’s hair, had dropped down her back, all the way to Victoria’s ass, and the fingers there were now playfully poking around her crack. There was no way for Rhona to reach Victoria’s back hole from this angle, but just the presence of her hand there was enough to drive Victoria to distraction.

“Ah, I’m tempted to get a strap-on and another girl in here, and see what we can do with this tight little body of yours,” Rhona said, pulling the finger out of Victoria’s snatch. “But no, not tonight. Tonight, you‘re mine alone.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Victoria said automatically.

“You’re not cheering up, dear,” Rhona said. “Are you still so nervous?”

“It’s my job, Ma’am. I really need it.”

Rhona nodded sadly. “Okay then, on your knees right here. Let me slip out of this skirt.” Victoria got off and dropped down before the chair. Rhona stood up and unzipped her skirt, pulling it off, but leaving her blouse on. Her panties went next, and Victoria was somewhat surprised to see that Rhona was completely bald between her legs.

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“Yes, Rosie went a little crazy with the razor a night or two ago. Thinks it makes me look younger,” Rhona said, seeing where Victoria’s eyes were. She sat down and spread her legs as wide as she could, her ass barely on the seat of the chair. Victoria found herself face-to-face with that bald snatch, glistening with wetness already, looking hungry and lusty and primed for action. “Well, get to it,” she added, seeing Victoria’s hesitation.

Victoria leaned in and, based on the instruction she’d gotten from Adrianne Palicki the other day, started off by full on kissing Rhona’s enlarged clit. The older woman cooed in appreciation, but Victoria didn’t linger long, instead sliding her tongue down over Rhona’s folds until she could slowly work her way inside the strip club’s owner.

Over the next ten jaw-aching minutes, Victoria pulled out every oral sex trick she’d learned since her first time with Charisma Carpenter in this very room. Everything Adrianne had taught her, everything she’d been forced to do with Rosie, even things she’d only seen in porn videos online. She tried them all. And Rhona was appreciative, holding Victoria’s hair back and stroking her head from time to time, between gentle moaning and occasional gasps for air.

Finally, Rhona pushed her away. “Lovely job, Victoria,” Rhona said, smiling down at her.

“Did you-?” Victoria asked, stopping before she could complete the question.

“Did I cum? Hardly, child,” Rhona said, her accent making Victoria’s own pussy quiver even as she was being chided. “I’m quite good at holding out until I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet. Get my purse, please.” Victoria got up off her knees and looked over to the small table where Rhona had left her oversized Louis Vuitton bag. As she walked towards it, Rhona got up and began taking off her own clothes. She was down to just her bra when Victoria got the bag over to her.

“One must always be prepared,” Rhona said, reaching in. Victoria stood there, suddenly feeling cold despite the warmth of the room - with so many naked girls in and out, Charisma kept the thermostat well into the 70s all the time, despite LA’s own warmer climes. As if to emphasis her own point, Rhona pulled out two phones, a small pack of baby wipes, a wad of hundred dollar bills that made Victoria’s eyes go wide, and a small hand gun that made Victoria go cold before finally finding what she wanted - a small, finger-length vibrator.

“Love this little thing,” Rhona said, putting everything else back into the bag. “Once used it on a trans-Atlantic flight from New York to London. Came six times before one of the stewardess’ figured out what I was doing.” Rhona paused and smiled at the memory. “Then I helped her join the Mile High club. Twice.”

“You want me to use it on you?” Victoria asked.

“Mmm, yes that would be nice, but first - up on the desk,” Rhona said. Victoria blinked, but moved quickly to follow instructions. She pushed some of Charisma’s stuff aside and sat on the desk. Rhona approached quickly and kissed her once on the mouth before gently running the toy over Victoria’s nipples.