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“I like Victoria,” JoAnna admitted. “It's better than Candy.”

“I didn't get to pick the name,” Victoria said, brushing her cheek against JoAnna's. JoAnna felt a spike of heat between her legs. Her skirt suddenly felt way too short, and she was worried it would ride up, exposing not only her bare crotch, but also how turned on she was.

 JoAnna was speechless for several long moments, as this gorgeous young woman danced almost in-time with the music. The way her taunt stomach flexed was almost as distracting as her cleavage, which was exactly eye-level with JoAnna.

“You can touch her, Candy,” Jessica said, egging the stripper on. “JoAnna likes to be touched.”

“Like this?” Victoria asked, gently cupping JoAnna's breasts through her top. If JoAnna had been nipping through her top before, now she was practically shredding the fabric with her nipples. Victoria leaned down and pressed her cheek gently against JoAnna's face, letting the redhead get a good whiff of whatever fragrance she was wearing. Intoxicating was a bit of an understatement.

“You smell wonderful,” JoAnna said, sounding like some dumb teenager on her first date. She would've been more embarrassed, but Victoria smiled at her.

“Thanks. I think you're totally hot,” the stripper added reaching behind her back. A moment later her bra came loose. “Help me out of this?” Victoria asked.

JoAnna reached up and pulled the straps of the bra down Victoria's arms, exposing two perfect little breasts, complete with dark nipples that were just begging to be sucked. For a moment, the redhead could do nothing but stare, then Victoria reached forward and wrapped her hands behind JoAnna's neck, swinging her tiny little delights even closer to JoAnna's face.

“Remember,” Victoria said, “you can't touch me. But I can touch you.” With that she pressed her tits into JoAnna's face. JoAnna's brain was fried, unable to think of anything but the two perfect little breasts pressed against her cheekbones, and how she must be puddling the seat of the bench. She hadn't been this turned on since her time with Shay-

“Or are you an ass girl?” Victoria said, suddenly letting go and climbing off JoAnna. The redhead actually whimpered, unable to take her eyes off Victoria. Next to her, Jessica Chastain was grinning like a Cheshire cat, unable to keep her own hands off herself as she played with her nipples through her own top.

Victoria spun around 180 degrees and bent forward, sticking her thong-covered ass towards JoAnna. Truthfully, JoAnna wasn't much of an ass girl. Oh, she liked them just fine, and occasionally enjoyed spanking a rear, though lately it had only been her fiancé  on the receiving end of that. Jason had a fine ass, as far as men went, but it wasn't anything nearly so perfectly formed as young Victoria's here. It was all JoAnna could do not to reach out and spank the two lovely globes the stripper was presenting her.

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And then Victoria slipped the thong down over her ass, presenting JoAnna with the faintest glimpse of her lower lips and rose bud before standing up and looking back over her shoulders playfully.

“You're so beautiful,” JoAnna said.

“Flattery will get me back on your lap,” Victoria said. She turned around, and for a brief moment, JoAnna got to drink in the sheer beauty of this young woman almost fully nude. And JoAnna drank as much as her eyes could. Next to her, she heard Jessica gasp in delight as well. Then Victoria straddled JoAnna again, and began grinding against her.

“Aren't you hot?” Victoria asked. “You look hot.”

“You seem hot,” JoAnna said. She could feel the heat of Victoria's skin burning through anywhere the younger woman's skin touched JoAnna, even through her clothes.

“I'm naked, trust me, I'm good,” Victoria said, even as a bead of sweat formed at the center of her collar bone. For a moment, all JoAnna could do was watch as that bead became a drop and slid down Victoria's skin, blazing a trail between the stripper's cleavage, past her breasts, and down her stomach to her belly button. All of this took maybe two seconds, but the image of it would be burned into JoAnna's skull for all time, something that would come back any time she needed sexy thoughts.

Suddenly, JoAnna was sweating, too.

“See, you're all hot,” Victoria said. “Let's get this shirt off,” she added, reaching for JoAnna's buttons.

JoAnna could only nod. This beautiful, naked girl wanted her out of her clothes. JoAnna Garcia wasn't going to say no to that.

Each button seemed to take an eternity, during which time Victoria kept grinding away, pressing her own hotbox into JoAnna's lap and driving the redhead a little more crazy. JoAnna's fingers kept curling as they desperately wanted to touch Victoria's skin, Victoria's breasts, Victoria's ass, anything. As the last button came undone and Victoria pulled open the shirt to reveal the lacy bra JoAnna had on, Jessica, Dichen and Amy all hooted. JoAnna ignored them all.

“Wow, you are lovely,” Victoria said. “Too bad you're with someone.”

“How did you know-?” JoAnna asked, feeling a sharp pain of disappointment stab into her heart.

“That's an engagement ring on your finger,” Victoria said, lifting JoAnna's left hand. As the stripper showed JoAnna her own ring, she leaned in and kissed the redhead's palm playfully. “He's a lucky guy.”

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“I'll say,” Jessica added, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Victoria's nudity, and JoAnna's cleavage.

“I want to touch your hair, can I?” Victoria asked. JoAnna nodded, and Victoria's fingers started running through the red locks. JoAnna almost swooned at the gentle touch, her chest puffing out, putting her own tits on display.

“You still look so hot,” Victoria said. “Maybe this bra should come off. Can I take it off you?”

“Yes!” JoAnna said, almost too quickly. Jessica might have laughed, but she held her tongue as Victoria reached around JoAnna, pressing her own naked chest against JoAnna's still clad breasts. As she expertly undid the snap, Victoria whispered in her ear.

“I just really want to see such a pretty woman topless.”

JoAnna nearly swooned again. As Victoria pulled away, JoAnna's bra fell off, sliding down her arms partway, exposing her chest to the stripper.

“Oh, wow, those are wonderful!” Victoria said, clearly meaning it. “May I-”

“Please! Please touch them!” JoAnna begged. Victoria started to reach up, but then stopped, wincing. “What? What's wrong?” JoAnna asked.

“That's the third song,” Victoria said, starting to get up. “Time's up-”

“Here's all the money I have left,” Jessica Chastain said, shoving a handful of twenties at the stripper. “Do another song!”

“Please,” JoAnna said, not even caring that all the other women in the back room could see her naked breasts. And for free. She just had to feel Victoria's hands upon her. Even if only for another couple of minutes.

“One more song,” Victoria said, quickly counting the money before sliding it into her stockings, right where the garter attached. Without another word, Victoria climbed back onto JoAnna, and put a hand on each of the bank teller's tits.

This time, JoAnna really did swoon.

Victoria continued to cop a feel, but reached over and took Jessica Chastain's hand and placed it on JoAnna's left tit. JoAnna didn't protest, especially since then Victoria leaned in and stuck her tongue into JoAnna's mouth.

JoAnna nearly exploded.

She couldn't hear the music. She couldn't see any kind of clock. She didn't know how much longer they had. So when the gorgeous young stripper started making out with her, JoAnna Garcia let her. And returned the favor with vigor. She forgot all about the no touching rule and reached around to cup Victoria's bare ass, holding her closer while their tongues darted back and forth between their two mouths.

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All the while, Jessica Chastain continued to play with JoAnna's breast, not that either of the other two women even noticed.

And then, all too soon, the song ended. Victoria gave JoAnna one last kiss, then got off.

“You are wonderful,” Victoria said, reaching for her thong. “I'd offer to let you buy another song, but my shift is almost up.”

“I'm out of money,” Jessica said, her hand still on JoAnna's breast.

“Too bad,” Victoria said. “I would've liked to have given you a dance, too.” With that, the stripper had her panties back up, and grabbed her bra off the floor. She turned and blew a kiss at JoAnna. “You've got a great mouth,” she added before walking out, leaving the two stunned redheads sitting there, one topless, the other groping her friend.

“Money well spent,” JoAnna finally said.

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It really was the end of Victoria's shift, and she waved at Tammin, who was sitting at the bar chatting with the bartender while scanning the crowd for... whoever she was looking for. As soon as she saw Victoria, she got up, feeling a bit like a nervous teenager about to go on her first date. Which was ridiculous, because she was a grown woman, a trained FBI agent, and pretty sure that aside from letting Victoria sleep in her hotel room, nothing else was going to happen.

Though considering how hot Victoria looked as she walked out the back of the club, in that flimsy top with spaghetti straps and cut-off jeans short enough that her pockets hung below the bottoms, part of Tammin really hoped something would happen.

“I really appreciate this,” Victoria said as they stood waiting for a cab. “I have nowhere else to go, and no one else I trust, so...”

“Hey, no worries,” Tammin said. “I still think you should report what happened last night to the local cops, but for now, you're welcome to stay with me. Be nice to have a friendly face around.”

“I thought you were in town with friends,” Victoria said.

“Co-workers, and they're really not my friends. They gave me the nickname 'BJ' after all.”

“'BJ'?” Victoria asked. “What's your middle name, Billie Jean?”

“No, it's short for Blow Job, which in this case is short from Blow Job Lips,” Tammin admitted, blushing a little.

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“Well, they're great lips, but that seems kind of a mean nickname,” Victoria said. “Why do you put up with that?”

The blush got a little deeper. “Well, I sorta earned it. I'm hardly the office slut, but I've... well, let's just say I've given enough blow jobs that most of the guys know what I can do.”

“But you're here with girls,” Victoria said. “Don't they-”

“I'm rather equal opportunity when it comes to my oral efforts,” Tammin said. “It's San Francisco, after all,” she added sheepishly.

“Wow,” was all Victoria could say before the cab pulled up. They made the short ride to the hotel in silence, though when Victoria reached over to hold Tammin's hand, the FBI agent didn't let go. They entered the hotel, rode up on the elevator, all without speaking, and when the door closed behind Tammin, leaving them alone in the room, the two looked nervously at each other.

“I really do appreciate this, you know,” Victoria said again, sitting down on the bed.

“Do you have anything to sleep in?” Tammin asked suddenly. “You had to sleep in your clothes last night, and no one likes doing that two days in a row.”

“I'm usually good with just a T-shirt, or less,” Victoria admitted, hefting the small backpack she'd been carrying since leaving the strip club. “Got my toothbrush and deodorant, too.”

“Oh,” Tammin said. “Well, good.”

Victoria saw the strange look cross Tammin's face, and thought the other girl was disappointed. “I, uh, I have some lacy underwear, if you want me in something sexier.”

“What? No! No no, wear what you're comfortable with,” Tammin said.

“I don't mind, I wear less at work,” Victoria said. “Literally. And if it turns you on-”

“You don't need to turn me on,” Tammin said. “You're fine the way you are.”

“Oh,” Victoria said. “Then, you aren't interested in me?” she asked, confused.

“Of course I'm interested in you!” Tammin said. “God, you're stunning! And charming, and I've seen you mostly naked, and I like it a lot.”

“Then what's the problem?” Victoria asked. “I'm all yours, if you want me.”

“I do want you, but...” Tammin trailed off.

“But what?” Victoria asked.

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“Are you, y'know, ready?” Tammin asked. “You were attacked last night, and I've know a few rape victims over the years. Some of them take a long time to be ready for sex again, if ever, and-”

“I'm ready for sex,” Victoria cut in. “I am so ready for sex. If Charisma had let me, I totally would've done you right there in the club earlier tonight. Hell, I almost did this totally hot redhead I was giving a lap dance to, except my shift ended, and I'd rather do you.”

“You're not upset about what happened last night?” Tammin asked, surprised.

“Last night, I met you,” Victoria said. “That's all I'm ever going to remember about last night.”

Tammin blushed again. “That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Victoria said. “I bet a lot of guys and girls have whispered sweet nothings in your ears.”

“Maybe, but I'd rather it was you doing the whispering,” Tammin admitted.

“Come sit by me, and I will,” Victoria said.

“If I sit down next to you, I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you,” Tammin warned her.

“Then we better get undressed before you sit down next to me, because I'm feeling the same way,” Victoria said. She followed up her statement with action, lifting her top over her head and tossing it aside, letting Tammin get a good look at her perky tits in the simple tan-colored bra she'd worn.

Tammin looked alright. For all of two seconds before she started peeling off her own clothes. By the time she was naked, Victoria had shed her shorts off and was reaching behind her back to undo the bra. Tammin couldn't wait, though, and she moved over to the bed, took Victoria's head in her hands, and kissed her hard while pushing the younger girl down onto the bed.

They lay there for a long time, Tammin astride the half-naked stripper, their tongues mingling together. They didn't need to speak, or move much, though Victoria's hands reached around Tammin's shoulders to hold her new lover close. Tammin didn't need to be held close – she was exactly where she wanted to be.

The kissing seemed to last forever, and while both girls enjoyed it, both wanted more. But neither one wanted to break the kiss first. For a moment, Tammin felt her head spin, and assumed it was some sort of reaction to the kiss. Then she realized she was holding her breath, and had been for a while.

Reluctantly, she broke the kiss, and both girls sucked in deep breaths of air before laughing at their similar predicament. When the laughing subsided, Victoria spoke seriously.

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“Are you, y'know, ready?” Tammin“I'm all yours, Tammin. Any hole, and part of my body. Any dirty thing you want to do to me, or have me do to you, I will. Use me, do whatever you need to to get yourself off.”

Tammin looked at her, confused. “I don't want to use you,” she said. “I want to make you cum. I want YOU to feel good.”

“I'm serious,” Victoria said.

“So am I,” Tammin said, gently kissing Victoria's nose. “In fact,” she added, kissing Victoria's neck, “I think we need to get these clothes off you, and then I'm really going to have my way with you.”

It took only a moment or two to strip the bra and panties off of Victoria, and when those two dark little nipples were in view, Tammin kissed each one once before dropping her head between Victoria's legs. There, she gave one more gentle kiss to Victoria's throbbing clit before she began to feast upon the younger girl's sweet, sweet pussy.

Victoria swooned, immediately learning how Tammin had earned that awful nickname. But at the same time, she felt odd. She'd been with several women now – she'd been used quite thoroughly by Rhona Mitra just a little over 24 hours ago – and all of them had been the same. Even when she'd let Adrianne Palicki teach her some new oral tricks, she'd basically been letting Adrianne use her body. Oh, sure, Victoria had enjoyed it. She'd even enjoyed it when Rosie had truly used and abused her. They'd all used her.

Not Tammin. Tammin was licking away at Victoria's most sensitive spots, doing amazing things and confirming for all time that Victoria Justice preferred girls to boys. But she wasn't using Victoria. Tammin, who she'd just met the night before, was making love to Victoria.

Realizing that, Victoria came almost at once.

“I'm coming! I'm coming!” She called out, her hands pinning Tammin's head in place, not that Tammin needed the guidance. She'd gone down on more than enough women to know to keep licking through the orgasm. And as Victoria's young body shook and quivered with sexual release, Tammin's tongue kept running over her slit, lapping up the juices spilling out.

“Well,” Tammin said as Victoria calmed down. “That was far too quick. I think I'm going to have to make you do that again.”

“Mmmm, promise?” Victoria asked, even as Tammin crawled up her body to kiss her mouth. Victoria tasted her own juices on the other girl's lips, and felt a little thrill shoot through her pussy.

“Promise,” Tammin said, sliding a finger between Victoria's sensitive folds.

“Oooh! Ooh, too soon!” Victoria said, feeling overwhelmed.

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“You sure?” Tammin asked.

“Yeah, can we do you first?” Victoria asked.

“Like you need to ask,” Tammin said, withdrawing the finger. “But you get me going, and I may just start fucking you anyway.”

“And that would be awful,” Victoria joked, even as Tammin rolled over onto her back. Victoria followed her, now straddling her new love, staring down at her wonderful tits, taunt stomach, sopping wet crotch, and beautiful face. Victoria didn't even know where to begin.

“Kiss me,” Tammin suggested, seeing the look of indecision on the stripper's face. Victoria did just that, and she their lips locked, her hands found their way to Tammin's tits, where she began to squeeze and fondle like a 15-year-old boy with his first prom date in the back of a car. Hardly the first breasts Victoria had handled, she was still nervous. She wanted Tammin to enjoy this. She needed Tammin to enjoy this.

“Lower,” Tammin said, breaking the kiss. She took one of Victoria's hands and put it down on Tammin's own crotch. Her pussy was so wet and eager, Victoria was able to slip three fingers in with ease.

“Is that-?” Victoria started to ask, but Tammin cut her off.

“It's wonderful, fuck me!” Tammin gasped, loving the feelings of Victoria's fingers inside her. Slowly, Victoria began thrusting in and out, slowly, tentatively. Tammin moaned appreciatively, but when Victoria didn't start moving faster, she reached down with her own hand to help guide her new love.

“This is great, but I need more right now. Harder,” Tammin instructed. “Faster.”

“O-Okay,” Victoria said, letting Tammin move her hand to a faster and harder rhythm. When Tammin let go, Victoria kept the pace, and was rewarded by a very happy smile on Tammin's face.

“Yes! Just like that! Keep going! Keep fucking going!” 

Victoria did as she was told. She watched as Tammin's eyes started to flutter, and her lips began to part. Tammin did have such wonderful lips. Seeing them hanging open like that made Victoria want to feel them on her clit again. But she didn't want to stop finger fucking Tammin, either. So instead, she lowered her own head, and started kissing Tammin's clit instead.

“Ooooh!” Tammin cooed in delight. “Oh, baby, that's perfect! Right there! Don't stop! Fingers or lips!”

Victoria kept going. She knew she was good at this. At least, Charisma, Rose, and Rhona all thought she was. Adrianne, too. So why was she so worried about disappointing

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Tammin? She'd never let another woman down in bed before.

“Harder!” Tammin called out. Victoria started licking harder. “No, your finger- - YES JUST LIKE FUCKING THAT!” Tammin all but bellowed, her hips thrusting forward maniacally, nearly throwing Victoria off her. But the young stripper held on as best she could, and kept thrusting in with her fingers and tongue, bringing her new lover to climax.

“OH YESSSSSSS!!!!!” Tammin cried out, her entire body going rigid for a solid ten-second count. Victoria kept thrusting, trying hard to keep Tammin feeling the lusty enjoyment she was experiencing now, but no orgasm can last forever. Tammin collapses to the bed in a sweaty heap, panting for breath.

Victoria lays down next to her, gently resting her hand on Tammin's stomach. For a long moment, neither one speaks.

“Wow,” Tammin says finally. “That was...”

“Okay?” Victoria asked.

Tammin laughs, and leans over to kiss Victoria. “Baby, that was so much better than okay. That was amazing! Spectacular, even.”

“Okay, let's not use that word, reminds me of work,” Victoria laughed.

“Then don't work there,” Tammin said.

“What?”

“Find somewhere else to work,” Tammin said, seriously.

“I've really only ever been a waitress and a stripper,” Victoria said. “My skill set-”

“So go be a waitress or a stripper somewhere else,” Tammin continued. “Like, maybe San Francisco.”

“San Fran – isn't that where you're from?” Victoria asked.

“It's where I live now,” Tammin said. “You could move in with me,” she said.

“Really?”

“Sure, until you're on your feet,” Tammin said. “Or, y'know, longer...”

“Wow, lesbians really do jump right to the living together stage, don't they?” Victoria laughed.

“I'm serious,” Tammin said, though she was smiling too.

“Really?” Victoria said. “You want me to go to San Fran with you?”

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“Yes,  I do,” Tammin said. Funny thing was, she really meant it. She had this connection to Victoria that she just couldn't explain. And she didn't want to lose it just because she had to go home when this case was over.

Victoria heard what Tammin said, and felt her heart swell. Maybe it was because her entire life had seemingly fallen apart in the last day or so, or maybe it was because she really felt something for Agent Tammin Sursok, but every fiber of Victoria's body was telling her to say yes.

“Okay,” She said, unable to keep from smiling. “Okay, I'll move in with you.”

Tammin's smile was big enough to match Victoria's, but neither girl smiled much longer. Tammin reached over, grabbed Victoria's face, and started kissing her again in earnest. Moments later, she was rolling over atop Victoria, sliding her fingers inside the younger girl's slit once more.

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Tammin and Victoria weren't the only couple engaging in hot sex in the hotel at that very moment. Directly across the hall from Tammin's room, Rhona Mitra lay on her back, her hands cuffed to the bedpost behind her and her satin robe wide open exposing her ample breasts and her wet pussy. Her head thrashed upon the bed, back and forth, as someone she couldn't see penetrated her most private spot, thrusting away, driving Rhona crazy. Completely helpless, completely exposed, Rhona felt sexually alive. Especially knowing what the person fucking her would do if she knew who Rhona really was.

Laying on her stomach between Rhona's spread legs, Kristen Bell worked her fingers and tongue in and about the pussy of the woman she only knew as Sonja. Sonja was a bit of a MILF, but that didn't keep her from being the hottest piece of ass Kristen had gotten since she'd arrived in San Fran. Sure, that Amanda girl she'd fucked the night before had been fun – and hot – but somehow, Sonja was better. Wilder, sluttier. And full of dark secrets. Were she not in town for work, Kristen might have thought about sticking around with Sonja longer, trying to get to know her better. The FBI agent had long enjoyed mysterious women and figuring them out.

But she was here on work, and until she found Rhona Mitra, she'd just have to settle for one-night-stands like this one.

Kristen swirled her tongue around Sonja's clit, and made the bound woman climax.

“OH FUCKING HELL YES!” Rhona screamed as Kristen's tongue work hit just the right spots. Oh, this little blonde was worth something, indeed! As wave after wave of pleasure buffeted her body, Rhona couldn't help but imagine handcuffing Kristen to the bed like this, having her way with the FBI Agent, and then revealing her true identity in the midst of Kristen's biggest orgasm.

Of course, she realized as her body started to calm down, she'd have to kill Kristen

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immediately upon doing that. But it would be worth it, just to see the look in those feisty eyes of hers, if only for a moment...

“Wow,” she said aloud. “You know what you're doing down there.”

Kristen sat up and wiped her chin, which was covered in Rhona's juices. “I do try and keep in practice,” she said. “What about you?”

“Oh, there's not much more I enjoy that feasting on pretty little blondes,” Sonja admitted.

“Except maybe feasting on pretty little brunettes?” Kristen laughed.

“Or redheads,” Sonja added, licking her lips. “But since there aren't any redheads or brunettes here...” she trailed off, looking at Kristen and lifting her hands a little.

“Oh no, I think we'll keep those right there,” Kristen said, looking at the handcuffs. “I think they make you look hot.”

“But there's so much more I can do with my hands free,” Rhona said, trying to sound coy. It wasn't something she was used to. “And more if YOUR hands were locked up...” she trailed off suggestively.

“Oh, I think you can do plenty,” Kristen said, sliding up beside Sonja. She paused just long enough to kiss each painfully erect nipple before shuffling up and planting a similarly brief kiss on Sonja's lips.

“Is that all you want?” Rhona asked. “A little kiss?”

“Hardly,” Kristen snorted. She got up on her knees. With Sonja's hands cuffed above her head, it was easy for her to straddle the darker haired woman, placing her pussy just above Sonja's face. “Turnabout is fair play,” Kristen said, slowly lowering her crotch towards Sonja's lips.

“Indeed,” Rhona said, smiling despite herself. She had to admit, if the situation was reversed, she would've done the exact same thing. And indeed had, with a number of women over the years...

Kristen had clearly been enjoying what they'd been doing so far, because she was quite wet even as Rhona's tongue first parted her lower lips. The tangy-sweet taste made the corner of Rhona's mouth sting in a most pleasant way, and the smell that floated into Rhona's nose was one of pure sexual excitement. Eating out Kristen Bell was a most pleasant task, even if Rhona was handcuffed to a bed while doing it.

“Mmmm,” Kristen groaned as Sonja's efforts first started to tease her crotch. Every lick was like a swipe of pleasure, leaving behind a sweet aftertaste that didn't quite go away before the next lick, and only built with each following lick. Kristen wrapped her fingers around the top of the headboard and closed her eyes, trying to only feel the sensation of Sonja's oral efforts. This was hardly the first woman Kristen had ever handcuffed to a bed and rode the face of, but the mysterious Sonja was going to be near the top of her list for most enjoyable, the way her tongue was furiously digging about inside Kristen's slit.

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Kristen began to hump her hips a little, fucking Rhona's face, and the criminal mastermind knew she'd won. The sassy blonde FBI Agent was closing in, and as soon as she got off, 'Sonja' would sweet talk her into switching positions, and then Rhona could very easily get one major thorn out of her side, all while getting off on her most depraved sexual desires. With Beverley Mitchell's help, they could cover up any evidence connecting Bell's murder to Rhona, and frame someone else. Maybe one of Charisma's strippers. There had to be one or two they could do without. Not the Candy girl Rhona fucked the night before, though. That one was worth something. Mentally, she shrugged. She'd let Rosie decide. Rosie enjoyed such things so much more than Rhona did, and she was so much more sexually aroused when she'd hurt someone...

“Oh fuck,” Kristen let slip, feeling the pressure in her crotch growing. Sonja's nose kept pressing up against Kristen's clit, just a bit, just a tease, but it was enough to add to the delicious tongue work Sonja was doing maybe two inches south of there. Kristen gripped the headboard harder, feeling her head roll back on her neck a little, loving the sensations pulsating out of her crotch. Where had this woman been hiding all of Kristen's life?

The cuffs were seriously starting to chafe Rhona's style. She wanted to wrap her hands around Kristen's perky little ass. She wanted to throw the blonde down on the bed and feast upon her pussy. She wanted to roll Kristen over and do the same thing to her ass. She wanted to strap on a cock and pound each of Kristen's holes until the tiny FBI agent was nothing more than a sweaty, quivering pile of flesh. But for now, all Rhona could do was lick, and hope the federal agent would release “Sonja” in a few minutes.

Kristen wasn't all that far from doing just that at that moment. With her pussy pressing down onto Sonja's lips, every lick from the exotic older woman sent shockwaves up Kristen's spine. Orgasm was close. Very, very close. With her chest heaving as she desperately struggled to get breath, she had to reach out for the headboard, holding on to the cool wood mere inches from where Sonja's hands were chained up. Unable to help herself, Kristen began humping Sonja's face, her clit actually rubbing against the other woman's nose.

All Rhona could smell was pussy, but she was hardly complaining. Her tongue darted as deep into Kristen as she could manage, and with her nose brushing the blonde's erect clit, she was doing double duty. If she had a hand free, she could go after that puckered little asshole, too. She tried again in vain to yank her hands free. Kristen must have spotted it, because she reached down with her own hands and interlocked their fingers, using Rhona's own hands as her support now instead of the headboard.

Rhona squeezed tight, and thrust her tongue in as deep as it would go. And Kristen Bell all but exploded atop her.

“OH SWEEET FUCKING YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!” Kristen bellowed, arching her spine and going rigid as every nerve in her body registered nothing but pleasure. For a moment, she was completely still, her pussy pressed hard against Rhona's fae and mouth, almost cutting off the older woman's breath. But then her spine gave out and Kristen fell back.

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She would have landed on her back atop Rhona's stomach, but the other woman held on tight to Kristen's hands, and for a long moment she lay suspended half above the bed by the strength of her own arms and Rhona's grip. It probably looked incredibly sexy, but all Rhona could see was Kristen's crotch.

After a moment or two, Kristen came down from her sexual high and rolled off Sonja, still struggling for breath. “Wow, that was good.”

“Good enough to let me try with my hands?” Rhona asked. She was certainly ready for more.

“Oh, I need a moment,” Kristen said, sitting up. “And a drink.” She spotted a bottle of water on the table, next to where Sonja's purse had ended up laying, thrown there in a fit of passion when the two women had entered the room. Kristen hopped up, and for a moment all Rhona could see was that perky little ass swaying a bit as she scurried across the room.

Kristen reached for the water bottle, and somehow knocked the small clutch off the table. It fell to the floor and it's contents sprawled open.

“Shit, sorry,” Kristen said, dropping to her knees.

“It's okay,” Rhona said, not thinking about it for a moment. Then suddenly she remembered that was her actual purse. With all her actual information. Including several ID cards, all with the name Rhona Mitra on them. If Kristen saw any of them-

“Leave it,” Rhona said, pulling at her cuffs again. “Come back to bed, I want more.”

“It'll only take a second,” Kristen said, shoving stuff back into the clutch. “Wow, you have a thick wallet. How many credit cards do you have?” Kristen asked, reaching for the designer leather. Rhona pulled at her cuffs again, cursing her luck. If Kristen saw any of those credit cards, the game would be up. And there were only two things that could happen next.

Either Kristen Bell kept her cuffed, and Rhona went to jail, or Rhona got free, and killed Kristen Bell because she now knew entirely too much.

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An exceedingly drunk Amy Acker collapsed onto the bed, the hem of her skirt lifting up to reveal her naked ass, even as her mouth flopped open on the pillow. She was drooling immediately, completely out of it.

“Can we leave her like that?” JoAnna Garcia asked, looking at the wasted bride.

“We left Dichen with her shirt off and her hand in her panties,” Jessica Chastain said with a shrug. “Amy's getting off light.”

“What a couple,” JoAnna said, shaking her head and then wincing. She might be a little

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“I think they're adorable,” Jessica said as the two redheads turned to leave Amy to sleep. “Shame they can't make babies together, they'd be so cute.”

“I always thought that was one of the better parts of lesbianism,” JoAnna said. “All the unprotected sex you wanted, no kids.”

“You don't want kids?”

“Oh, someday, sure. But not right now.”

“But you want sex.”

“Yeah, lots of it,” JoAnna laughed. She wasn't lying, either. Her pussy was still buzzing from that lapdance she'd gotten earlier in the night.

“With your boyfriend?”

“If he was here, yeah he'd be getting some,” JoAnna admitted.

“What about that girl you like?”

“Shay?” JoAnna said wistfully. “Oh, she would so be getting some. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her.”

“I see,” Jessica said. They were in the hallway now, heading towards their own rooms. “And what about me?”

“What about you?” JoAnna asked, even though she knew exactly what Jessica wanted.

“You know I want to fuck you, JoAnna. I've wanted to since the moment I met you. I want to run my tongue up and down your entire body until your sweet pussy explodes all over my face, and then I wanna do it again.”

“I know,” JoAnna said, feeling her own heart fluttered at the description.

“So, if I asked you right now, would you have sex with me?” Jessica asked, clearly trying to sound casual but failing a bit.

JoAnna smiled, and answered the only way she knew how. She leaned over and kissed Jessica once on the mouth, while taking the other girl's hand in hers and placing it on her breast.

“That's a yes,” JoAnna said.

Jessica blinked in surprise, which gave JoAnna plenty of time to lean in and give her a hard, passionate kiss on the lips. By the time it broke, several seconds later, Jessica had found her voice.

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“Oh, I am sooo going to fuck you silly,” Jessica said, pulling JoAnna to her and kissing her in return.

“Mmmm, you'd better. I'm so horny right now, I'd probably let some stranger have his way with me.”

“You don't need a stranger,” Jessica said, putting a hand on JoAnna's chest and squeezing a breast through her top. “I'll do any and every naughty thing you want, right here, right now.”

JoAnna couldn't help but moan at the thought, and her nipples got hard enough for Jessica to feel them through her shirt. Part of her wanted to fuck Jessica right there in the hallway. But as Jessica went for her neck, forcing JoAnna to look up, she saw a little black ball above them, marking a camera.

“My room is right down the hall,” JoAnna said, trying not to swoon as Jessica licked her neck.

“Then let's go. Please!” Jessica said, letting the other redhead go. JoAnna took Jessica by the hand and quickly started walking towards her room. Jessica couldn't wait, though, and as JoAnna stopped to get her keycard out of her purse, the other redhead reached around from behind her to once again cup JoAnna's breasts.

“You aren't helping,” JoAnna said.

“You want my to stop?”

“No,” JoAnna said. “But we can't get inside until-”

“I will fuck you right here against this door, I don't care,” Jessica said, letting one hand drip down to JoAnna's crotch. Only the thin fabric of her dress stood between Jessica's fingers and what she wanted. JoAnna swooned a little, then she pushed back with her ass, forcing Jessica off her. “I need my key. Once we're inside-”

She didn't get to finish her sentence. To her surprise, the door swung open, and standing there with a big smile on his face was her boyfriend, Jason.

“Hey babe, thought that sounded like you,” he said.

“Jason?!” JoAnna said, shocked. “W-what are you doing here?”

“I cut out of work early so I could come down and surprise you,” he said, pulling her to him and giving her a kiss on the lips. She returned it, mostly because her body was so primed for sex she'd kiss anyone.

“I guess I'll leave you two alone,” Jessica said as the kiss broke.

“No, wait,” JoAnna said, turning to look at her friend and almost-lover.