The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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Victoria awoke to the sun streaming in the window, her head surrounded by the fluffiest pillow she'd felt in years, clean sheets, a cozy comforter, and a working air conditioner humming away to keep the heat of Los Angeles at bay. She knew she wasn't at home, but didn't care at all. She never wanted to leave this bed.

Of course, it would help to know where this bed was. She opened an eye and looked around, immediately realizing she was in a hotel room. It was a second or two later that she realized she wasn't alone.

Tammin Sursok came out of the bathroom struggling to hook her bra in the back, her hair still wet from a shower, and a half-eaten cruller in her mouth. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than any woman Victoria had ever seen. And lately, Victoria had been seeing a lot of them.

“Good morning,” Victoria said, slowly sitting up. She was surprised to discover she was still clothed, wearing the same flannel shirt that was part of her cowboy stripper outfit. She checked under the covers, even more surprised to find her shorts still on as well.

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“Morning. Sorry if I woke you, but I have to get to work soon. It's almost 9 as it is,” Tammin said before returning the doughnut to her mouth.

“Did- did you sleep somewhere else last night?” Victoria asked, trying to remember. Honestly, she wasn't sure how much of what she remembered was a dream and what was real. She remembered almost being raped, having sex with Rhona, and being rescued by this beautiful FBI agent.

“No, I slept next to you,” Tammin said, actually blushing a little. “It's the only bed, after all.”

“But I'm still dressed,” Victoria said, confused.

“I didn't want to take your clothes off.”

“You didn't?” Victoria asked, surprised. “Are you straight?”

Tammin actually laughed at that. “I guess I'm bi – I've had a few cocks that I've enjoyed – I'm actually pretty good at giving head, or so I'm told – but I enjoy women just as much, if not more.”

“Then why didn't you...” Victoria trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Victoria, you were nearly raped last night. As attractive as I think you are, I wasn't going to force myself upon you after that.”

Victoria could barely believe her ears. “You wouldn't have been forcing yourself,” she said quietly.

“Do you want to go to the police today? I'll help you file charges, I just have to let my boss know what's going on first, and-”

“No, I don't want to talk to the police,” Victoria said, flatly. “They won't do anything, and I just want to forget it happened.”

“I was a witness, Victoria,” Tammin said, sitting down on the bed. Victoria's eyes dropped to her bra-covered tits for a moment, thinking them a wonderful size, just about a solid handfull, maybe a bit more, just for good measure. “Trust me, with an FBI agent beside you, the cops will believe you.”

“No,” Victoria said again. “I can't. I've got too much going on. My boyfriend's no doubt going to break up with me the moment he sees me, I've been sleeping with my female boss, plus a co-worker or two, we've got a million bills due, I'm probably going to be homeless when I get back – I just can't take one more problem right now. I just can't!”

Tammin looked at her for a moment, then scooted closer. She took the young stripper in her arms and held her tight, hugging her tightly.

“As long as I'm in LA, you can stay with me,” Tammin said quietly.

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“As long as I'm in LA, you can stay with me,” Tammin said quietly.

“Seriously?” Victoria asked, surprised.

“Of course,” Tammin said. “And if you don't want to report your rape right now, you don't have to. I really wish you would – it's the right thing to do, because assholes like that never stop at just one girl. But it's your choice. I can't force you.”

“Thank you, Tammin. For everything,” Victoria said. “I can't thank you enough for this.”

“Well, we'll just have to see about that,” Tammin said, with a smile. “Now, I really need to get to work. Let me give you my cell number, okay?”

“Yeah, you already had me in bed. We probably should exchange numbers,” Victoria said, trying to sound flip about it.

“Victoria Justice, if you and I had really shared this bed last night, trust me, you'd remember it,” Tammin said.

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The cab stopped two blocks away from where the FBI van was parked, and Kristen Bell stumbled out, wishing once again that she had larger sunglasses. It wasn't THAT bright out – this was LA, and the smog level was pretty bad today. But in order to get into Amanda Seyfried's panties, and thus her home, Kristen had drank a little too deeply, especially of a fine wine Amanda had offered when they'd gotten back to her place – Kristen had sipped that wine off Amanda's nipples.

Fortunately for Kristen, even drunk, Amanda talked in her sleep, and admitted that she only went to the club to pick up women, and still needed a redhead for her weekly goal. A quick hunt through her purse while Amanda was in the shower, and an even quicker call back to the San Fran office confirmed that Amanda Seyfreid was just a lonely, if beautiful, lesbian living in LA with more money than time on her hands and a penchant for strippers.

Which meant, awesome sex aside, Kristen's entire night had been a bust.

The van was right where they'd left it – a remarkable feat itself in LA, she figured. And to her surprise, when Kristen opened the door, Tammin Sursok was sitting there, looking at her phone while sipping coffee. There were two more cups in a plastic container on one of the seats, steam still rising from it.

“You're a godsend,” Kristen said.

“Thanks, I try hard,” Tammin said.

“Not you, the coffee,” Kristen said, downing a large sip, nearly burning her tongue in the process. She didn't care.

“It's so much fun working with you two,” Tammin grumbled. “Is that the same outfit you were wearing last night?”

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“It is,” Kristen admitted around the cup.

“Didn't you go back to the hotel?”

“Nope,” Kristen said again. “I was, uh, following a lead.”

“A lead? Sure,” Tammin said, smirking.

The van was silent for a few minutes as Kristen worked on sucking down coffee and getting her brain to work. Her other senses were starting to return to her with the refueling of caffeine, and she suddenly realized she smelled like a strip club.

“You think I should go back a change?” Kristen asked.

“Might want to,” Tammin said without looking at her.

“Will you have more coffee when I get back?” she asked, eying the other cup.

“Maybe, if you're good.”

“BJ, you are a godsend,” Kristen said, patting the other agent on the head as she stood up to leave. Suddenly, the door to the van opened, and a very bleary eyed Beverley Mitchell stood there, looking worse than Kristen felt.

“Is that coffee?” she asked.

“It is,” Tammin replied.

“You're fantastic,” Beverley said.

“Thanks,” Tammin said, rolling her eyes.

“Not you, the coffee,” Beverley snapped, then winced as she sat down, coffee cup in hand. At first, Kristen thought it was because she'd been loud, but she realized from the way Beverley was trying to adjust herself in the chair that the problem was actually her butt.

“Is that the same outfit you wore last night?” Kristen asked.

“Yeah, I got lucky, so what?” Beverley asked.

“You want to come with me back to the hotel to shower and change?”

“Who's going to watch the joint?” Beverley asked, barely able to open her eyes.

“BJ will do it, won't you BJ?”

“I live to serve.”

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Beverley laughed, then winced again. “That's what all the guys say.” With that, she got back up, and hopped out of the van.

“We'll be quick, BJ. Promise,” Kristen said, following Beverley out.

“Yeah, don't rush on my account,” Tammin shot back, but Kristen was already shutting the door and didn't hear her.

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JoAnna's early morning orgasm had been forgotten by late afternoon. She'd spent the day helping to run the rehearsal dinner for Amy and Dichen's wedding, and it was now time for the bachlorette party, or the Hen party as Australian Dichen insisted on calling it. Either way, the girls were all getting together and going to a strip club, and JoAnna had some serious reservations.

Not about the strippers, but what Amy and Dichen might do to said strippers.

“Hey there, hot stuff, ready to see some naked ladies?”

Joanna turned around and saw Jessica Chastain approaching with a big smile on her face – and about as much cleavage as she could show without being arrested for indecent exposure. The neckline of Jessica's top actually dropped below her breasts, terminating in a sharp point just above where JoAnna imagined her navel must be, making it evident that there was no bra on underneath the smoldering hot red fabric.

“Wow, Jessica,” Joanna said by way of greeting. “You look amazing!”

“Thanks,” Jessica said. She pointed towards her face. “My eyes are up here, by the way.”

“Sorry,” JoAnna said, still not quite looking away from Jessica's breasts. She wasn't the largest girl in the world, but what she had was lovely, the pale flesh matching her red hair so perfectly. The matching short skirt didn't hurt either.

“S'alright,” Jessica drawled. “I hope to be saying that phrase a LOT tonight. Nothing hotter than distracting everyone from strippers.”

“You certainly could.”

“So could you, if you wanted to, miss blouse and jeans – JEANS!” Jessica said in disgust. “How are you supposed to feel anything from your lap dance if you're wearing jeans?”

“Uh, I wasn't planning on having a lap dance,” JoAnna admitted.

“Oh no,” Jessica said sternly. “As you co-Maid of Honor, I'm afraid I must insist on you getting a lap dance. So go back upstairs and throw on some shorts at least. I'll hold the fort here.”

“I didn't bring money for a lap dance,” JoAnna said.

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“I'll buy you one,” Jessica said. She leaned in close, her nearly-exposed chest pressing against JoAnna's blouse-covered chest. For a second, JoAnna thought the other woman was going to kiss her, but instead Jessica whispered in her ear. “I so want to see some hot babe gyrating atop my new favorite lust object. Don't disappoint me.”

JoAnna felt her pussy quiver, and all the naughty thoughts of Jessica, Shay, and any other girl JoAnna might have ever lusted after came flooding back into her brain.

“I, uh, I guess I need to go change,” JoAnna said.

“Good girl,” Jessica said. She was still pressing against JoAnna, who wasn't trying to pull away. This time, Jessica leaned in to the other ear before whispering. “If you forget your panties in the process, I won't hold it against you.”

Fifteen minutes later, JoAnna was jumping onto the party bus that would take them to the Spectacular, now clad in a short skirt and a tight black top. She had, indeed, forgotten her panties.

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As far as Victoria Justice’s parents were concerned, their little girl worked as a waitress in a nightclub. They rarely came to LA and they didn’t like clubs, so Victoria had never had to worry about her parents wanting to visit her at work. She also didn’t have to worry about her boyfriend telling them; Dan didn’t like the idea of his girlfriend dancing around on a stage and taking off all her clothes in front of people who weren’t him, so he had no problems with maintaining the lie. In fact, he was even more devoted to spreading that story than she was.

As such, her neighbors had grown to expect her coming home in the early morning, sometimes a little latter. According to Dan's pack of lies, she had the night shift and sometimes worked late cleaning up. This was late, even for late clean-up, though, so Victoria tried to be as quiet as possible as she slipped in the door. Old Mrs. Jandzinski across the hall was a horrible gossip, and she found Dan and Victoria fascinating. Or at least the lies Dan told her.

Victoria opened the door, and was immediately greeted by the sounds of some Mexican telenovela or another. KVEA appealed to Dan’s taste for Latina ladies, and in keeping with her Puerto Rican blood Victoria liked to keep her Spanish from getting rusty, but usually neither of them were paying attention. Especially Victoria, due to her being exhausted after working all night. This late in the morning, though, Dan should have left for work. The TV being on meant he was home. And that meant that it was past time for Victoria to face the music. She took a deep breath, walked into the bedroom where Dan was watching the TV, and said a tiny “Hi.”

She waited.

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And waited.

Dan was sitting on the bed, naked as ever and very erect, but the look he was giving Victoria suggested…. Anger? Sorrow? What?

“I've never liked you being a stripper, Victoria,” he said calmly. “I could have always gotten you work in the bakery; all you had to do was ask.”

“It doesn’t pay as well and we need the extra cash; we’ve been over this before—“

“I don’t like it, but I can live with it. You told me all you did was take your clothes off and you didn’t do anything else with the men. And I believed you.”

“Dan, I’ve done some lapdancing as well as the stripping, but that’s as far as it goes, I swear!”

“Oh, I know you haven’t done anything with MEN.”

Victoria felt as if she’d just been stabbed in the heart. Her mouth dropped and her mind tumbled all over itself, as she flashed back to two nights ago – the boss, then her girlfriend, then the two of them together…

“Russel told me he saw you going off with that British woman and at the Spectacular, and he knows she sleeps with the girls when she’s in town,” Dan continued.

“I couldn’t turn my boss down—“

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out about it?”

Suddenly, Victoria was angry. “Did your asshole friend tell you he tried to rape me?” she snarled.

“He told me you came on to him in the parking lot!” Dan shot back. “Offered to blow him to get him to keep silent! I guess Russel is a more loyal friend than you are a girlfriend!”

“You asshole!” Victoria said. “He tried to force himself on me! Your friend attacked me!”

“Like I'm going to believe a word you say now,” Dan said, standing up. He was still erect. Victoria stopped where her foot rested as she stared at him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly fearful. Was he going to try and finish what Russell started?

“You have two options, Victoria,” he said. “You can lay down right now, and let me do every dirty, nasty thing I've ever wanted to you, and when you're done, you call up that awful club and quit.”

“Like hell,” Victoria said.

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“The I want you out of here by the time I get back, or I’m calling the police.”

“But—“

“My name's the only one on the renter's agreement, Victoria. You can go and stay with your boss’s hot girlfriend – or you can go and pick up someone. That’s what whores do, right? Now get packed. I'll give you until I'm done my shower to change your mind, but that's it.”

Victoria stood there as Dan walked past her towards the bathroom, his eyes giving her ass one last glance. Typical, she thought. He was probably jacking off in the shower to the image of her ass. She quickly packed her bag and was just leaving the apartment when the shower water shut off.

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They were quite the sight, back this second night. Three women, each more than hot enough to perform on the stage, once again walking into the Spectacular, trying to look inconspicuous, and at the same time looking that much more out of place.

“Bloody hell, I'd bang them all,” Rosie said, looking at the security camera feed.

“Is there anyone you wouldn't bang?” Charisma asked.

“Probably not, I banged you after all,” Rosie said, reaching over and swatting Charisma's ass. The club managed winced in pain. It was hardly the first spanking she'd gotten from Rosie Huntington-Whiteley in the last 16 hours. It also explained why she was standing instead of sitting.

“Which one is Bell?” Rhona Mitra asked, though she already knew the answer.

“The shorter blonde one,” Charisma said. “Took one of my regulars home last night. Reiko won't be happy about that.”

“Reiko's been tapping that?” Rosie asked. “Lucky girl.”

“I want her.”

Rosie and Charisma traded looks. “Uh, maybe my bouncers can grab her, but she's trained FBI, she's not going to go easily.”

“No, I mean I want her in bed.”

The looked passed again. “You sure, Rhona?” Rosie asked. “She's been hunting for you all this time-”

“I want her. Pass the word to your strippers, Charisma. No one approaches me, no one says my name. I'm not here. They don't know me.”

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“You've banged each and every one of them, they're going to recognize you,” Charisma said.

“But Bell won't. I'll give her a fake name. But I'm taking the woman hunting me to bed tonight.”

“You want me to help?” Rosie asked, adding a little flirty tone to her voice.

“Not at all,” Rhona said. “If I give her to you, it means she's found out who I am, and you're her last lay. I'm not ready for that just yet.”

“If you say so,” Rosie said, sounding disappointed.

Rhona got up and took Rosie by the hand, pulling the younger woman to her for a surprisingly gentle kiss. “She'll never take your place. At least, not for more than a night.”

“If you say so,” Rosie said.

“I do. Now go select a stripper for your fun tonight. Charisma, make sure she gets whoever she wants. I'll be out hunting.”

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The trip to the strip club was done in two vehicles. The brides, their Maids of Honor, and a pair of friends each, all crammed into a limo, which in JoAnna's mind, could've been bigger. Everyone's foot was on someone's other foot, and the mini bar was empty before they got halfway there, due in part to Dichen and Amy downing three wine coolers each the moment they sat down.

“I want to be good and drunk when we get there,” Amy said, winking at JoAnna. JoAnna rolled her eyes and shared a look with Jessica, who was quite amused by everything – and who's hand kept ending up on JoAnna's knee.

The rest of the party followed in a party van, which while bigger and had more people on it, actually looked more comfortable to JoAnna. Maybe she'd ride back in it. At least no one there was trying to stick their head out the sunroof every thirty seconds like Dichen had been.

“Wooo! Let's see some naked boobies!” Dichen shouted as the limo pulled up to the Spectacular.

“What was in those wine coolers?” Jessica asked as everyone slid out of the limo.

“I don't know, I never got one,” JoAnna muttered.

“Guess I'll have to work harder if I'm going to get you drunk and take advantage of you,” Jessica said.

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“Guess you will,” JoAnna said, putting her hand on Jessica's thigh right before getting out of the limo. Two could play this game.

It took a few minutes to get the whole group into the club, during which time Amy and Dichen took every chance they could to make out, ignoring everyone else. JoAnna just let them – if she ever got married, she'd hope she was so hopelessly in lust with whoever she was marrying. That, unfortunately, brought up the mental image of her in a wedding gown, with both Jason and Shay up on stage with her, and a justice of the peace asking which partner she wanted to marry. She shook the mental image, and started helping Jessica usher everyone inside.

“This is where they first met?” JoAnna asked. “It's a dive!”

“Yep,” Jessica said. “But trust me, the girls are hot,” she added with a wink. JoAnna turned towards the stage, and found herself only slightly impressed by the big-breasted Asian girl bouncing her ass in front of a few male patrons. The place was half empty.

“I hope they got a good rate for this,” JoAnna said, following the others to a few tables off to the side. This was going to be a long night.   

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The Spectacular was rather loud tonight, Tammin Sursok thought. Part of it was the bachelorette party that had come storming in maybe half an hour ago. The two brides, distinguished by cheap paper tiaras and the fact that everyone else was buying them drinks, were clearly trying to out drink the entire place, and were eager to be up close to whatever stripper was on stage at the time. Unfortunately for the strippers, after a few dollar bills got thrown their way, the two brides seemed far more interested in making out with each other than tipping their erotic entertainment.

Beyond the party, however, there were a few more men in the joint, some of whom were looking less-than-pleased at the lesbians hogging the attention of the performers and waitresses. Idly, Tammin wondered if she'd have to pull anyone else off anyone else. One night of that was enough, in her opinion.

“Hey there, hot stuff, care for a private dance?”

Tammin blinked, looking up at the half-naked girl standing next to her, surprised to see Victoria Justice smiling sadly at her.

“Victoria!” Tammin said, feeling her heart leap in her chest. “W-what are you-”

“Girl's gotta work, you know,” Victoria said. “Can I sit with you?”

“Please!” Tammin said, pushing over on the bench she was sitting on.

“Actually, my boss is prowling around, do you mind-?” Victoria asked before sitting directly on to Tammin's lap and wrapping an arm around her back.

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“I can't imagine I'd ever mind this,” Tammin admitted, even as Victoria idly played with the buttons on Tammin's blouse.

“You're sweet,” Victoria said. “I, uh, I wanted to thank you again for what you did last night. You saved me, and-” she stopped, tears in her eyes, her mouth quivering as she tried not to break down.

“It's okay, it's okay,” Tammin said, wrapping her arms around Victoria and holding the girl close. “I swear, it's all right.”

“He broke up with me,” Victoria managed to say.

“He's a fool,” Tammin said, not entirely sure who they were talking about, but meaning every word.

“He didn't believe me when I told him what happened.”

“He's an asshole,” Tammin said, still meaning it.

“He kicked me out.”

“He'll regret it,” Tammin said, half tempted to hunt this fool down and kick his ass.

“I have nowhere to go,” Victoria said.

“You have me,” Tammin said. And yes, she still meant every word.

Victoria looked at her for a long moment, as if searching for any hint of lie in Tammin's face. She found none.

Instead, she found incredibly kissable lips, the lure of which she couldn't ignore any more. With tears still on her cheeks, Victoria leaned in and kissed her rescuer.

Tammin kissed her back. And for a small eternity, they were all alone, with no one else in the room, the building, the city. Nothing else mattered but kissing each other. Not Victoria's near rape. Not Tammin's job hunting for Rhona Mitra. Not even breathing. Kissing was all that mattered.

“Hey! Victoria! House rules!” Charisma Carpenter's voice cuts into their reverie like a burning knife, breaking the kiss and returning both Victoria and Tammin to earth.

“Sorry, Charisma.”

“She can buy a lapdance,” Charisma said, “but if she wants more, that's on your time. Now either get into the back room or find someone else to make money off of!”

“Yes ma'am,” Victoria said.

“I'll see you when your shift is over,” Tammin whispers in Victoria's ear before the stripper can get too far away.

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Victoria's smiling as she walks away, and Tammin watches her go, thinking how much Victoria's ass looked like an upside down heart in the slutty panties she was wearing...

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Kristen Bell saw Tammin making out with a stripper, and smiled ruefully. 'Good for BJ,' she thought. 'Quite the hottie she's snagged, too.'

At least someone was having some success tonight. There was no sign of Amanda Seyfried tonight, and Kristen was beginning to think the Spectacular was a dead end after all. All the evidence had lead here, but if the owner never showed up, the trail ended here. And how would Kristen even know the owner? She had no pictures of Rhona Mitra, no description, nothing but a name she wasn't even entirely sure was real.

Maybe it was time to pack it in. She could go back to San Fran, maybe try and pry some more information out of Reiko Aylesworth. At least the cheating lawyer was eager to put out in the sack. Easier to get laid there than here, even with the apparently willing strippers.

Well, they couldn't leave in the middle of the night. They had to sit through tonight, and then in the morning Kristen could decide if it was time to head back. Maybe the LA office could swing by occasionally and see if the owner was in.

She frowned at that. The LA office wasn't the most cooperative.

Well, that was tomorrow. Until then, Kristen could sit here, enjoy the naked ladies, and try and forget about how much this case was driving her nuts.

“Is this seat taken?”

Kristen looked up at the lovely English voice, surprised to see a stunningly gorgeous older woman smiling at her. Her dark hair was stylishly cut short, off her shoulders, and she wore a white blouse with the top 3 buttons undone, and a skirt that probably had a matching blazer somewhere, but did little to hide her shapely legs. Her lips rivaled Bjs in their plumpness, and her eyes were striking, as if just by looking at her, she could pierce into Kristen's soul and melt it.

“It's yours now,” Kristen said. “My name's Kristen.”

“My name is Sonja,” she said. “And I didn't ask yours.”

“You didn't?” Kristen asked. “Then why did you want to sit next to me? I mean, it's not like there aren't other seats around.”

“You have me there,” she said. “Perhaps I wanted to sit next to a blonde woman just to make the strippers think I wasn't here alone.”

“I doubt the strippers care if you're here alone or not.”

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“They might if I start hitting on them,” Sonja said with a wolfish smile.

“Oh, I see, so I have to be half-naked and gyrating on stage to get your attention,” Kristen said, matching that smile. “Well, it wouldn't be my first time.”

“Oh, I like you, Kristen-whose-name-I-didn't-ask-for,” Sonja said. “Perhaps I'll let you buy me a drink.”

“I only buy drinks for women I want to sleep with.”

“And you don't want to sleep with me?” Sonja asked with a slight frown.

Kristen answered by stopping one of the waitresses passing by. “Another for me, and whatever my friend here wants,” she told the girl, who seemed to want to be anywhere else. Well, Kristen couldn't blame her for that. No one likes being at work.

“Oh, I think you and I will have some fun tonight, Kristen-whose-name-I-didn't-ask-for.”

“I certainly hope so, Sonja-who-I-bought-a-drink-for,” Kristen said, finishing the one she had. The two women watched in silence as a gorgeous latina girl twirled about on the pole before them, showing everything her mother and a good plastic surgeon had given her. Neither of the spectators said anything until the waitress returned with their drinks.

“To your health,” Sonja said, toasting Kristen.

“Orgasms are supposed to help your cardiovascular heath,” Kristen said.

“I've heard that as well, yes,” Sonja said. “And I'd hate for your heart to suffer.”

“Oh, are you a doctor then?” Kristen asked.

“Oh no, you don't get to know what I do,” Sonja scolded. “You're lucky to know my name.”

“Oh, that's going to drive me nuts,” Kristen said. “I like asking questions.”

“Some kind of reporter are you?” Sonja asked.

“No, a cop,” Kristen said. It was true, in a Federal sense.

“Oh, I do love a woman in uniform,” Sonja said. “Especially handcuffs.”

“My uniform's back in San Fran,” Kristen lamented. “But my cuffs are at the hotel.”

“Bondage on a first date, how dreadfully kinky,” Sonja said with a raised eyebrow and a tone that made it clear she liked the idea.

“Is this a date?”

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“No, I think it's just a... what's the term you Americans use? Hook-up?”

“I'm fine with that if you are,” Kristen said.

“What I am fine with is the thought of spreading your legs wide and me devouring your pretty little snatch,” Sonja said bluntly. “You may want to cuff me to your bed just to keep me from mauling you.”

“You assume I don't want to be mauled,” Kristen said.

“No, actually, I assume you do,” Sonja said. “A gorgeous young woman such as yourself, wasting a night here in a strip club when she could be out getting all the boys and girls she wants? You're looking for something uncomplicated. Something purely sexual, yes?”

“Got it in one, Sonja-who-I-bought-a-drink-for,” Kristen admitted.

“Well then, why don't you buy me another drink, and see if that's enough liquor to get you into my panties,” Sonja said.

Kristen smiled, and waved to the waitress. Yes, she didn't need to leave LA until tomorrow morning at the earliest anyway...

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“Woot! Take it OFF!”

JoAnna Garcia rolled her eyes and took another long pull off her beer. Then she nearly spit it out. She was NOT a beer drinker, though it was the cheapest alcohol in the place, and the tab for the party was getting a little out-of-hand already. Still, she needed some alcohol to get through this.

“Whoa! Nice titties!”

JoAnna blushed a little crimson, not because she was the one yelling or the one being yelled at, but because she had, technically, paid for the two girls who were yelling to be getting the lap dances they were yelling about. Dichen and Amy each had a topless stripper in their laps, and were clearly enjoying the view. Though in an act JoAnna found extra touching, the two soon-to-be-brides were holding each others hands tightly, even in their well-inebriated states. If they were going to debauch, they'd debauch together, JoAnna supposed. She wondered, idly, if Jason would do the same for her. From what Troian had told her about what was going on in Remy Hadley, JoAnna suspect Shay would be willing to get twin lap dances. Heck, from the sound of it, they could pick up matching hookers and enjoy them on the same bed.

That thought made JoAnna blush again, though anyone watching might have assumed it had something to do with the way Amy and Dichen were kissing each other while their two strippers, girls named Adrianne and Emmanuelle respectfully, matched them kiss for kiss.

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It was a lot of hot lesbian action going on not ten feet from where JoAnna was sitting back in the private rooms.

“Hot, right?” Jessica Chastain said, plopping down next to JoAnna with a martini in one hand. “God, I can barely keep my hands out of my dress watching this.”

“Yeah,” JoAnna said.

“Candy?” Jessica offered.

“No thanks,” JoAnna said, not even looking at Jessica. Emmanuelle had gotten up and was rubbing her ass in Dichen's face – or as much as she could with Amy's head in the way. JoAnna was uncomfortably aware that she wasn't wearing panties at that moment.

“You sure?” Jessica asked.

“Why, what-” JoAnna asked, turning to see what Jessica was offering her, only to come up short. A gorgeous young brunette stood next to Jessica wearing what amounted to a sparkly black bra and matching panties, with garter and hose that were just a shade off somehow. It hardly mattered. The girl had the kind of taunt little stomach that only came from youth, and while her bra was doing it's very best to make it look like she was top heavy, just by looking at them JoAnna could tell those perky things were all natural. She was a flat out beauty, though for a second, JoAnna thought she saw some pain in her eyes.

“This is Candy,” Jessica said as JoAnna tried to pick her jaw up off the floor. “And for the next three songs, she's going to be in your lap.”

“But-” JoAnna started to protest, but Jessica put a finger to her lips to silence her.

“I told you I'd buy you a lap dance, now shut up, lean back, and enjoy it. Or I'll just have to buy you another one.”

“But-”

“It's okay,” Candy said as she straddled JoAnna's lap. “Here's the rules. I can touch you, but you can't touch me. At least, not with your hands,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Way you're nipping out that top, I suspect we may touch there a little. That's okay.”

“I've never-”

“It's okay, I'll be gentle, I promise,” Candy said, starting to gyrate in JoAnna's lap in time with music JoAnna could barely hear over the noise. She could barely pry her eyes off the cleavage in her face.

“Candy can't be your real name,” JoAnna said, unable to think of much else. This girl was amazingly gorgeous.

“It's not,” the girl admitted. “My name's Victoria, but until the third song is over, you can call me whatever you want.”