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“That feels nice,” Victoria admitted, even as Rhona’s other hand slipped down between the stripper’s legs.

“I’m glad you think so,” Rhona said, stroking Victoria’s pussy gently while trailing the vibrator down the younger girl’s body. Without another word, Rhona pried Victoria open and slid the tiny vibe inside her. Victoria went ridged as the vibrations began to hum inside her. With deft skill, Rhona pressed the vibrator right up against Victoria’s G-spot, and the affect was instantly obvious, the young stripper groaning in delight, even as she fought to remain upright atop the desk.

It was a fight Victoria couldn’t win. She let herself slide down, the vibrator humming inside her like the world’s hottest dynamo; the young woman shook under the loving, wishing that Rhona would replace that with her lips. After about a century or so… in and out of Victoria the vibrator moved, treating her better than Dan or any man had ever done before. Yes, he was big enough, but this was something else again. Sparks were going off inside her box, making her want to fall into this woman’s arms and stay there forever; she had to content herself with clutching Rhona as the older woman continued to heat her up.

“…no…” Victoria moaned, feeling the vibrator moving back out. Rhona couldn’t be leaving her like this, could she? Part of her wanted to wrench the thing out of her hands and put it back inside until she was good and ready, but she instinctively knew Rhona would certainly not take that well.

Putting the vibrator down next to her, Rhona moved in closer, placing her bald snatch directly onto Victoria’s and starting to slowly rub the tingling muff. Victoria’s groans increased as the rhythm continued, their clits almost fusing together. It wasn’t as good as enjoying it with her lips, but it came a very close second.

“Just between you and me,” Rhona said as her hands fondled Victoria’s breasts, “I tend to agree with most men on one thing – I like them young. The younger the better.”

Between what was happening down below and Rhona’s fingers on her chest, Victoria wouldn’t have been blamed for paying no attention to what was going on around her – but she had noticed the position of the vibrator. Reaching up to kiss Rhona, she put one arm around her and rested her free hand near the vibrator, searching for its on/off button. One other kiss later Victoria found it, and switched it back on as she picked it up, bringing it to just above Rhona’s ass; she was delighted to find it was still coated with her secretions.




As Rhona brought her breasts onto Victoria’s, the younger woman lowered the vibrator onto the older one’s asscleft and started to slide it in, slowly pushing it up Rhona’s behind – and was rewarded with a long, slow moan from her boss as she started to push herself back, grinding her butt as Victoria moved it inside her, reflecting that she could never have done this with Dan.

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She could feel Rhona getting warmer with each stroke of the vibrator’s journey up her behind, the boss’s body heaving on top of her. With her free hand, Victoria fondled one of Rhona’s boobs, enjoying how tantalizingly close they were to her mouth; maneourving herself down a little while not breaking the rhythm she’d built behind her, Victoria moved her face in between Rhona’s breasts and slowly licked each nipple. As she tasted the boobs, Victoria’s mind conjured up Rhona’s spread-open cheeks with the vibrator humming away between them.

“Oooohhh…. Ohhhyesss….” Rhona moaned as she ground away harder, moving her fingers along Victoria’s silky body as she felt herself becoming even moister. Victoria’s own snatch was getting in on it now as one of Rhona’s hands rapidly moved down and the fingers slipped inside; both women’s cries increased as they moved together. Each one looked into the other’s eyes; Victoria could see she was loving it, and thrust away ever harder behind her, pushing herself upwards as she felt Rhona’s fingers inside her, groaning and gasping with each stroke.

Rhona had to wonder if Victoria had had past experience or not, because… because… because this waaassssssssSSSSSSSSSS… “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She couldn’t hold back anymore, screaming as she clutched Victoria and thrashed above the girl, herself letting her give in to Rhona’s fingers. As Rhona’s ass bucked backwards once more, the boss felt the buzzing stick pulling back and out before she let herself move forward, resting onto Victoria; her bum was aching, but she absolutely loved it. Rhona cradled Victoria in her arms as she rolled over – even she had to make herself comfortable after that, which meant she had to be on her back.

Flushed and glowing, Victoria found herself straddling the woman and feeling more confident than she had ever been in bed for a while. No way was Rhona in her control – Rhona was sub to nobody – but at least they were sort of on their way to being kind of equals. For a little while.

Victoria wanted Rhona’s mouth between her legs badly, but until she was ready contact would have to do; her fingers danced over the boss’s breasts as she moved closer, melding their snatches and loving how Rhona’s bald box felt next to her own. If she couldn’t scissor, this was the next best thing. Putting her dance training to some interesting use, she began to rub against Rhona, a tingle running through her body when their pussy lips touched. As she leaned forward to kiss Rhona’s rack, she hoped against hope that she’d get another chance to bury her face down below again – ideally with Rhona returning the favour.

It might not just have been the thought of Rhona Mitra licking her out that caused Victoria to put more energy into her rubbing and licking, but it didn’t hurt. Suckling and tonguing each boob with almost as much passion as she’d put into her head earlier, Victoria wished that this was entirely because she loved the older woman – and not simply taking sucking up to the next level. Never letting her rhythm slip for a second, she ground herself against Rhona’s soaked pussy as far as she could, feeling the woman’s body warming up and the boss starting to gasp.

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“Oh yes… that’s good… yes, keep going…” Rhona pulled Victoria into her arms, practically smothering her with her breasts and fondling her eagerly as she tried to keep herself in control – but dammit, this girl’s mouth and crotch action were just too much. Rhona clutched the girl tighter, calling out her name over and over as the two ladies thrust against each other, their pussy juices flowing together.

With a loud howl of joy, Victoria kissed Rhona on the lips as both ladies exploded inside, experiencing a mutual orgasm for one of the few times in their lives – for the first time in Victoria’s case, if not Rhona’s. The woman was too in control of herself to let out another scream, but she didn’t have a problem with a satisfied sigh and an actual warm smile; as the heat moved through her body, Rhona rested a hand on Victoria’s head.

“You’re hired. Full time,” Rhona said in between moans. “Effective immediately… although this may call for a repeat performance.”

“No problem, ma’am,” Victoria replied with a smile that she wasn’t fully behind.

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A leggy black girl with impressive tits and the flattest ass Kristen had ever seen swung around the pole at the front of the stage, eliciting minimal attention from the crowd, even as her bra fell away to reveal two very delicious looking nipples. The lead FBI agent had to shake her head to get away from imagining her lips on those nipples and concentrate on her job, such as it was.

In all her years of hunting, Kristen Bell had never gotten so much as a picture of Rhona Mitra. No descriptions, either, and were it not for a scant few accounts of meeting the crime boss, Kristen would have question the reports that she was female. It made picking her out of a crowd impossible except through trial and error, and with a crowd this thin, trial and error only got you so far before you spooked your target.

Not that Kristen could even guess who her target was. She sighed. This was impossible.

She settled in at the bar and kept her eyes on the dancer, trying to blend in. Could Rhona be one of the dancers? That seemed unlikely, considering how long Rhona’d been active in the crime scene, but stranger things had happened. No, Kristen’s gut was telling her that Rhona was the money behind this dive, not one of the performers. That was a shame, though. For a dive strip club, the Spectacular’s strippers were on the higher end of gorgeous.

“What’ll it be?” a pleasant voice asked. Kristen turned to see an attractive brunette bartender, her tits bare to match the Spectacular’s less-than-stellar reputation, smiling at her.

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“Beer, whatever you have on tap,” Kristen said.

“Sure,” the bartender smiled. Kristen felt her own nipples go a little hard at that, but refrained from making any sort of move. It was bad form to hit on a bartender while she was working.

“Tap beer?” another voice said. “You can do better than that. Emily, get my friend her something… spicy. My tab.”

The bartender glanced at Kristen, but nodded towards the other woman. “Sure thing, Amanda.”

“You’re a doll, Emily,” Amanda said, turning to face Kristen. About the same height as the FBI, Amanda had long blonde hair, a prominent nose that did nothing to diminish her beauty of her face, and an impressive enough chest to rival bartender Emily.

“Thanks, I guess,” Kristen said.

“Don’t thank me yet, you haven’t tasted anything yet,” Amanda said.

“Well, I do enjoy a spicy taste,” Kristen said. Her nipples were blatantly hard now, and she hadn’t so much as glanced at either the strippers or the topless bartender. As of this moment, Kristen Bell only had eyes for this Amanda woman.

The next forty-five minutes went by in a flash, as Kristen allowed herself to be seduced by Amanda Seyfried, a charming regular here at the Spectacular who openly informed the FBI agent that she’d bedded more than one of the strippers, and had even gotten into Emily’s panties one night after closing the place out. Unabashedly here to lust over naked women, she seemed quite fixated on Kristen, an unencumbered, slightly older woman alone in a strip club.

“So do you only sleep with strippers?” Kristen finally asked as her third martini (to Amanda's fifth) finally got the alcohol to affect her brain with a slight buzz.

“Oh gosh no,” Amanda said, slurring her voice ever-so-slightly. “I'll do just about anyone, so long as they don't have a penis. Made that mistake only twice.”

“Twice?” Kristen asked.

“The boy I lost my virginity to, and a girl who wasn't entirely a girl yet a few years later,” Amanda said with a giggle. “Thought it'd be the best of both worlds, but it was the opposite. Penis inside me, and all the moody, clingy, neediness of a woman. Can't advise it.”

“I'm not too fond of clingy women myself, though I do love a bit of mystery,” Kristen said.

“I get that,” Amanda said, her hand suddenly on Kristen's thigh. “Makes me wish I was more mysterious.”

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“No secrets to keep?” Kristen asked, placing her hand on Amanda's and edging it just a bit further up her leg.

“I'm a bit of an open book,” Amanda said, suddenly being bold and sliding her hand right up under Kristen's skirt, stopping just before coming in contact with the agent's panties.

“Then maybe we could go to your place,” Kristen said. “I love a good open book in bed.”

Amanda nodded once towards the bartender, and pulled her keys out of her purse. “I'll drive.”

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Victoria was still reeling a bit from her encounter with Rhona. Her pussy still throbbed, and was still a little wet. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and didn't want to go down, no matter what she thought about. And her mind. Her mind was lost.

There was no denying it anymore, not to herself anyway. Victoria Justice loved women. Sexually, anyway. And she loved sex with women more than sex with men. There was no getting past that fact.

Of course, there was still the problem of Dan, who she did really like, a lot. She wasn't so sure about love anymore. She wasn't against having sex with him again, but it would never be as good as it was with a woman. And if the sex wasn't great, was there a point to being with someone?

Well, yes, yes there was. After all, she'd never have kids with someone like Rhona Mitra, or even Charisma Carpenter. Biology aside, neither seemed like the family kind.

But Dan... Dan could not only physically father a child, but despite his roughness and his distaste for Victoria's current job, he'd be a good father. And he loved Victoria, which was half the issue, wasn't it? Finding someone who loved you?

And it wasn't like she disliked sex with men. Well, with Dan. Well, most of the time.

“Ugh,” she said, allowing her head to collapse onto the makeup table.

“You're supposed to be out of here by now!” Charisma scolded her a minute or two later as she zipped through the backstage area. “I'm not paying you!”

“Ugh,” Victoria said again, getting up. She glanced down to see she was still clad in her stripper outfit, the cowgirl shorts and checkered shirt tied at her chest. She undid the tie, letting the shirt become a shirt and fall to her hips, and suddenly she was just a slightly out-of-style teenager. She could've changed, but decided against it. If she stayed here much longer, she might never go home.

Victoria stood up, waved goodnight to the couple of strippers still getting ready to go on, and headed out the door.

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Outside, she reached into her purse, looking for her phone. She could use a little music to cheer up and forget about what she'd just done – if she could. Something happy and dance-y, maybe. Something to remind her that there was more to life than an unhappy boyfriend and sleeping with her boss – and her boss' boss. And her boss's boss' girlfriend.

“Well well well, aren't you a sneaky little slut.”

The voice stopped Victoria cold. She looked up to see Russell leaning against a car, arms crossed, looking both angry and happy at the same time somehow.

“W-what?” Victoria stammered.

“I never got my lapdance,” Russell said. “And I knew you went and had sex with that woman, so I think I'm going to get my dance now.”

Victoria went pale. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you're a little lesbian slut who cheats on her boyfriend,” Russell said. “And I'm going to tell him everything I saw unless you give me everything I want.”

“No, please,” Victoria said, trying to back away. But Russell was faster than his size implied, and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him with ease. He licked his lips once, lasciviously, and put his other hand on her ass.

“Yeah, I think you're going to give me everything I want and more.” He reached down and yanked open Victoria's shirt, exposing her breasts. She tried to pull away, but he held her tight. “You want me to tell Dan all about what you did?”

“N-no,” Victoria said. “But, please, I don't-”
“Then get naked, bitch. I want my lap dance,” Russell said.

“Here? In the parking lot?”

“Oh, we'll get into my car soon enough,” he said. “Now lose the clothes.”

He hadn't let go of her arm. She couldn't get away. The music from the club was loud – too loud. She couldn't call for help. No one would hear her. She didn't really have much of a choice...

“Please, let me go,” she said as his eyes feasted on her perky little tits.

“You just slept with another woman, you can do things for me, too. You ain't no princess who's too dainty to do slutty stuff.”

“But I'm with Dan-”

“Not if you don't do what I want,” he said, taking one of her nipples in his free hand and giving it a playful little tweak. “Loose the shorts.”

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“No, I-”

“I said lose the shorts!” He snapped, reaching down and yanking on them. The button held, and he just pulled Victoria up against his chest. She tried to push away, but he kept his grip on her arm, and was starting to get angry.

“It ain't like I haven't seen your cunt already, bitch – it was just up on stage,” he said, his voice oddly calm. Somehow, that made it worse.

“Please,” Victoria begged again, but Russell was already yanking on her shorts again, this time getting the button to come undone. He yanked them down far enough to expose Victoria's entire ass, but not much further – he didn't need much more than that.

“Please, stop!” Victoria said, tears welling in her eyes. He looked at her, again very calm, and pulled aside the flimsy panties covering her privates. As soon as she was uncovered, Russell shoved a single finger up inside her.

“NO!” She screamed, hitting him with her free hand. Once, twice, three times. His figner came out of her-

-and the hand backhanded her across the face. Hard. She stumbled, and he took advantage, shoving her into the open car door and onto the backseat where she landed on her stomach.

“Damnit, bitch, you should've just played along. Now I'm going to get what I want, and I'm still telling Dan what a slut you are!” Russell paused long enough to pull his pants down far enough to get out his pale cock. Victoria saw it for but a second over her shoulder before Russell got into the car and climbed atop her, pressing her down against the seat.

“NO! NOOOOO! STOP! NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Victoria screamed, but he had her right where he wanted her. The next thing Victoria Justice felt was her rapist's penis entering her from behind.

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“'Only Happy When It Rains?'” Tammin Sursok said aloud as she watched the not-so-cute Asian girl dance around on the stage with an umbrella, a yellow rain slicker, and matching panties that must have been hell to actually sit in. “Well, at least that's original for the night.”

The Spectacular was proving to be the stereotypical strip joint, with the same 12 or so songs every hour, with increasingly iffy looking strippers, and no sign whatsoever of anyone who might be Rhona Mitra. Even the enjoyment of seeing naked women before her was wearing off, though again, the decreased quality of the women getting naked made that inevitable.

She'd lost track of Beverley Mitchell hours ago, and didn't really care to go looking for her. But she'd just seen Kristen Bell leaving with another short, beautiful blonde, and that left Tammin feeling a bit left-out. She hadn't had any in a while, and the pickings here were getting slim, to say the least.

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And yet, as far as Tammin could tell, she was the last member of the team here. Could she leave even if she found someone to hook up with? Kristen had left, but Kristen was a wild card by all FBI standards, and played it as fast and loose with the rules as she did with her own panties. And Beverley... Beverley probably left specifically to trap Tammin there.

Oh well, maybe she could just step outside for a minute or two. Clear her head. Get away from the music – yes, yes that sounded like a great idea as 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' came on for the 9th time this night. Tammin found the nearest exit and headed outside, desperate for some relief.

She didn't get it. She wasn't out the door more than two seconds before she spotted a couple having an argument out by one of the cars. The man, much bigger than the girl, was angry and holding the girl tight. The girl – wearing a checkered shirt and shorts way too short for this time of night – looked frightened.

Tammin paused. This wasn't any of her concern, but something about the scene made her unwilling to look away. Was the girls' shirt open? She thought she saw a flash of nipple. And did the guy just shove his hand down her shorts? This was getting sketchy.

And then the guy hauled off and hit the girl before throwing her into the back of his car. Tammin gasped in shock, but took off running. She wasn't armed, didn't have her badge – damn undercover assignment – but she was still a Federal Law Enforcement office, and she'd be damned if she was going to let a rape happen right in front of her.

The guy had gotten into the car and mounted the girl by the time Tammin got there, his hairy white ass sticking up in the air above his belt. The girl was screaming for him to get off – or out, even – and Tammin realized he hadn't seen her coming, didn't know she was there now, and deserved what he was about to get.

She reached in, grabbed the belt of his pants, and hauled back as hard as she could. The guy hadn't lowered his jeans all that far – hadn't even undone the belt, just sorta shoved them down enough to get his cock out. Tammin pulled with all her might, and felt her feet give out beneath her, sending her half sliding under the car as she fell to the ground.

But it was enough – she pulled the rapist right out of the car and sent him tripping backwards until he crashed into the car next to them, whacking his head against the side.

Tammin scurried to her feet, seeing a line of blood streaming down the side of the guy's head. It didn't look too bad, but Tammin didn't care about him. She was more concerned with the girl in the car.

“Are you okay?” Tammin asked, helping the girl get into a seated position. Her shirt was ripped open, and her shorts wouldn't be buttoning again any time soon. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was crying, and wrapped her arms around Tammin without so much as looking at her, sobbing into her shoulder.

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“You bitch! Your relationship is over!” The guy said, stumbling to his feet.

“Don't you even think about it, asshat!” Tammin said. “I'm FBI, and you're under arrest for attempted rape!”

“Fuck you, bitch. You probably lesbian fucked this girl like that other woman inside. I'm outta here.” With that, he yanked up his pants and ran off into the night, leaving his car behind.

“Are you okay?” Tammin asked again. No point in trying to go after him, she couldn't even prove to the local cops she was who she said she was. Better to stay with the victim.

“He's right,” the girl said. “My relationship is over.”

“Sweetie, now's not the time to worry about that. Are you hurt?”

“N-no. I mean, I'm a little sore, but he's not that big down there.”

Tammin actually laughed at that. “That's a girl,” she said, lifting the girl's face so she could see it-

-And nearly gasped. This girl was gorgeous! Couldn't be much over 18, but was stunning, with beautiful brown eyes and matching hair. Tammin felt her heart skip a beat as she stared at the girl she'd just rescued, and for a moment, she couldn't think.

“Are YOU okay?” the girl asked.

“Yeah – you're beautiful!” Tammin blurted out.

“T-t-thanks?” the girl said.

“What's your name?”

“Victoria. Victoria Justice.”

“Nice to meet you, Victoria Justice. I'm Tammin Sursok, and I really am with the FBI.”

“My hero,” Victoria said, looking at Tammin. Something about how she said it made Tammin feel like Victoria really meant that.

“Can I take you to the hospital? We should get a, uh, a rape kit done, get some DNA samples and start the process to press charges.”

“No, no. I don't want any of that,” Victoria said. “I, I just need to rest. He didn't get anywhere, and he won't be back.”

“But-”

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“Please, Tammin. I'm safe now, you've saved me. Can we just forget it happened?”

It was the wrong thing to say, but Tammin said it anyway. “Whatever you want, Victoria.”

“Thanks.” Victoria looked around, as if remembering where she was. “I, uh, I don't know where to go now.”

“Home?” Tammin asked.

“I can't, Dan will be there.”

“Was that who that was?”

“No, that was... Russell? One of Dan's friends. He caught me cheating on Dan with my boss in there, and he wanted me to sleep with him to keep it secret. He didn't get what he wants, so Dan probably knows already.”

“I'm so sorry,” Tammin said. “Did you love Dan?”

“Once, maybe. I don't know,” Victoria said. “I know I like girls now, so maybe not.” Tammin tried not to let the way her heart fluttered at learning that fact show on her face.

“You have nowhere else to go?” Tammin asked.

“Motel, I guess. I have some cash on me-”

“My hotel isn't that far, why don't you stay with me tonight?” Tammin said without thinking.

“You mean that?” Victoria asked, surprised.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Tammin said.

“Again, my hero, FBI Agent Tammin Sursok,” Victoria said, wiping at her tears for the first time.

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SMACK!

It wasn't so much the pain of the spanking that bothered Beverley Mitchell – it was the embarrassment.

SMACK!

She stood bent at the waist almost to 90 degrees, her skirt and thong puddled around her ankles, her bare ass exposed to the other women in the room, each cheek with some nasty red spots forming on the skin, roughly in the shape of a handprint.
SMACK!

“Do you have to do this here? I eat at that desk,” Charisma Carpenter asked from where she sat on the couch in her office.

“Like you haven't done much worse on this desk,” Beverley shot back at the club operator.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Hush you, this is your performance review,” Rhona Mitra snapped, giving Beverley three quick but painful slaps.

“Sorry, Ma'am,” Beverley said, returning her attention to the surface of the desk. God, she hated this BDSM crap. Yeah, it was fun sometimes to tie up another girl or some well-hung guy, but she could deal without all the pain. Fucking was supposed to be fun, and only risked sending you to the hospital when it was REALLY active.

SMACK!

“So, you thought it was all right to bring the FBI agent hell bent on finding me here, on a night when I was visiting the Spectacular?” Rhona asked.

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“The timing wasn't great, I admit, but she has no idea who you are or what you look like. You could walk right up to her, buy her a drink, and probably fuck her brains out, and she'd never know,” Beverley said.

“Not tonight, she just left with one of my regulars,” Charisma put in.

“Not helping,” Beverley grumbled.

SMACK!

“Rules,” Rhona reminded her. “And Charisma, if you keep adding unhelpful comments to this conversation, I'll bend you over this desk next.”

“Shutting up,” Charisma said.

“Now Beverley, are you certain Agent Bell has no idea what I look like?”

“Ask her girlfriend, Reiko Aylesworth,” Beverley said. “She knows your name, but none of your aliases, doesn't have a single picture of you, and is really just here fishing. She's not even sure you own this place.”

SMACK!

“But I DO own this place,” Rhona said, even as Beverley smarted from the last spank.

“She doesn't know that for sure,” Beverley said. “Not enough to link this place to any of your other activities.”

Beverley braced for another spank, but it wasn't coming.

“You've done well, Beverley. When I seduced you away from the FBI, I never thought you'd pay off this well,” Rhona said.

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Beverley resisted the urge to snort. Rhona wasn't kidding about seducing her away. She'd met Beverley during her time at Quantico, and literally got the FBI trainee drunk and into bed, stealing her away from a very male, very jealous fiancé. She'd offered Beverley money, power, and pussy, and all soon-to-be-Agent Mitchell had to do was spy on the FBI's San Francisco office for her.

SMACK!

Well, spy, and all sorts of dirty sexual acts, most of which Beverley wished she could forget she'd ever done. Still, there was a very healthy Swiss bank account with her name on it, and not ALL the sex had been regretful.

“Still, Kristen Bell never should've gotten this far,” Rhona said, breaking into Beverley's woolgathering. “You should've stopped her sooner.”

“How?” Beverley asked. “Kill her? That'd blow my cover.”

SMACK!

“Don't talk back,” Rhona snapped. “But you're correct. You still have more value as a spy than you do as an inmate at Remy Hadley. Still, you've earned a punishment for this gaffe, Beverley.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Beverley said, steeling her ass.

“Oh no, my little spy,” Rhona said, placing an alarmingly gentle hand on Beverley's naked ass. The FBI agent winced, Rhona's fingers tracing along the outline of the hand print in Beverley's skin.

“Then what-”

“You'll be spending the night with Rosie,” Rhona said.

Beverley's head shot up, and she glanced over at the door, alarmed to see Rosie Huntington-Whiteley standing there, holding a cat-o-nine-tails in one hand, and a 12-inch strap-on cock in the other.

“Hello luv,” Rosie said. “Long time, no fuck.”

“Oh, please-”

“It's just for tonight, and she has instructions to leave you able to work tomorrow,” Rhona said, more for Rosie's sake than Beverley's.

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“Might as well leave your panties there,” Rosie said. “You won't be needing them.”

Beverley swallowed hard. She'd much rather have an all-night spanking session with Rhona than be left in Rosie's tender mercies for that time. But she had no choice. Rhona owned her, mind, body, and soul. If she wanted to give her to her sadistic little girlfriend, there was nothing Beverley could do.

At least that awful Tammin Sursok would never know.

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JoAnna Garcia hadn't woken up with her hand between her legs since High School. But here she was, with the early Los Angeles morning sun streaming into her hotel window, the blankets tangled around her bare legs, her faded Little Mermaid t-shirt pulled up to just under her breasts, her panties shoved aside, and her hand atop her very wet slit.

It wasn't too surprising. Her dreams had been all about sex. Sex with Shay. Sex with Jason. Sex with Jessica. Shay and Jessica having sex. Jason and Jessica having sex. Jason and Shay having sex. All of them ravishing JoAnna.

JoAnna had no idea if it was possible for someone to love more than one person at a time, but she knew first hand it was possible to LUST after more than one person at a time.

“Gah,” she grumbled, rolling over onto her stomach, her hand staying right where it was. She was so horny, she knew she'd have to deal with this. There was just no way she'd get through this day without a little sexual release.

As her fingers slid inside her own opening, she imagined they were Shay's. She was fairly certain she loved Shay. Though part of her would always love Jason, too. Mostly the part that still liked sex with a real penis. But that part was increasingly hard to listen to. So she focused on Shay, and not Jason. Though that brought up thoughts of having the both of them.

Well, that would never work.

She tried to push Jason out of her mind, and focused on Shay's amazing ass. Oh yes, that was working. Shay bent over a chair, her glorious naked buttocks in full view. Jessica would love that.

“Jessica?” JoAnna groaned aloud. Yep, now she had the sultry redhead on the brain, and her clit was throbbing at the thought. Well, maybe she could just run with it. She frigged herself a little harder, imagining it was the lovely Miss Chastain bent over bottomless. Yes, that was working. And maybe Shay was right next to her, also bent over. And maybe Jason was there, asking JoAnna which one she wanted, so he could have the other ass. Oh, THAT had her close.

“Either one,” she said aloud, her eyes squeezed shut, her finger moving like crazy, her breath coming faster and faster. She imagined Jason taking his cock and walking towards-

BZZZZZZZZ!

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“FUCK!” JoAnna screamed. It was her phone, letting her know she had gotten an text message.

Except it wasn't her usual phone. It was the phone Troian Bellisario had given her, and only for the most important communications.

JoAnna pulled her hand out of her pussy and scrambled across the bed, reaching with her clean hand for the spare phone.

“Everything in place. IT happens tonight. See you soon, Sexy. T.”

The message was short and simple, but JoAnna knew exactly what it meant. Everything was in place. Shay, Hayden, and the rest of the San Fran Eight would be escaping from Remy Hadley that night. Which meant JoAnna could be seeing Shay as soon as she got home to San Fran, assuming Shay didn't run for the hills. It wasn't the plan, but JoAnna wouldn't blame her. She'd be hunted, forever on the run.

Well, JoAnna would run with her if Shay asked.

But first, she had to survive this wedding. And for that, she needed an orgasm, like right this second. JoAnna rolled back over, stuck her fingers back into her slit, and started imagining again. This time, Shay, Jessica and Jason were joined by Troian Bellisario.

JoAnna didn't question it. Instead, she just let herself cum. Hard.

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