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in my mouth, Jase in my snatch, Brad here up my ass, maybe two of you fitting in one of my holes again…”
“We could stop filming for a bit,” Brad said hopefully. “Or I could try and set it up so-“
“No time,” Jase interrupted, watching Blake’s globes and glad Vance’s hands weren’t all over them.
“You always say that,” Brad grumbled, adjusting the focus and forgetting his blue balls for a moment  as those nipples became crystal clear.
“You know,” Blake said casually into the lens as she held Vance’s head against her chest and moaned in approval at his mouth tasting her jugs, “you COULD stand guard over me later on at visiting time…”
“We’re not allowed,” Brad grumbled further. It was amazing how Blake had visitors every single week. EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK. And yet according to Vance and Jase her pussy and asshole were still tighter than Jane the Pain’s wallet when it came time to buy drinks – how did she do that?
“Oh, who’s going to tell?” she pouted, pushing Vance down her body. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s nice guys… right in sync…”
The syncing was Vance’s tongue entering Blake’s box as Jase did the same to her back door; the tall blonde swayed slightly between the two guards on their knees on either side of her, her hands stroking their heads as their hands caressed her long thighs. Blake’s gasps started to get louder, and she was secretly glad Brad was always on camera; it had been his birthday the last time she’d been here, and they’d let him go first – and the poor guy had been so excited he’d come on the spot. In his defence, it wasn’t the first time it had happened around her, but…
Jase took the tube that was next to him as he tongue-fucked the woman’s rear, wishing he had remembered to put the lube on his tongue earlier; it didn’t taste bad at all, but more importantly it meant he could have gotten Blake’s back door ready without stopping his mouth. Truth be told he liked eating her ass so much he could have gotten it all slick WITHOUT the lube, but…
All too soon, once Brad had gotten closeups of their tongue action, it was time for the next event – Vance let Blake’s clit linger between his lips for a second or four before moving back, standing and kissing the blonde’s mole before Jase moved over to the front as Blake turned her face towards him, letting him lick the mole as well while the hand with the lube moved behind her, applying it while she kissed the two guards in turn.
“And try not to let the lens stay on our bodies too long this time, okay?” Jase told Brad as he finished making Blake Lively’s asshole penis-ready. “This isn’t a gay porno – it’s ladies first, always.”
“You let one shot go on too long and they never let you forget it,” Brad said to himself, but he focused on Blake’s body anyway as she glided in front of the two guards, being sure to let the lens take in all the angles while she patted and stroked their chests, giving them each some licks in doing so.
“You poor guys,” Blake whispered, her fingers moving down their bodies and taking their manhoods in hand. “Working so hard, getting paid slave wages… let’s see if I can’t give you a little bonus.”

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Her fingers moving lightly over their long hard-ons, she knelt down while slowly undulating her body and “unintentionally” moving her butt towards Brad’s lens. Blake rested on her knees, still gently stroking the guards’ cocks as she came in close, positioned each head toward her lips and opened wide.
Although there was no way they could keep their cocktips from touching inside Blake Lively’s mouth, feeling her tongue rolling along each one as she tasted them cut out any unnerving thoughts. “Mmmm… ummm… mmmmMMMMMMmmmm…” Blake’s lips were taking in as much of their cocks as she could without actually expanding her head, and whenever she let one out to lick its length further she kept a hand busy stroking the other, just enough to excite but not enough to leave her face covered with cream. In any case, most of the time she had them both in her, the heads rubbing on her tongue and her lips leaving no part unkissed, with the fingers giving Jase’s and Vance’s shafts and sacs equal time.
“How long…” Jase moaned.
“Since I was 16,” Blake paused long enough to say. “First time two guys ever came in my mouth – not happening today.” She knew from experience, and the way the cockheads were starting to let out precum, that if she didn’t stop now it would. Not only would it ruin the film, but she really wanted them up her to finish the job. Releasing each guard’s hefty rod, she licked each one from stem to stern for the cameras before turning to face Brad, arching her back upwards.
Vance and Jase aimed their heavy cocks at the lady’s holes. Both were instinctively pointed towards Blake’s asshole, but the blonde looked behind her and shook her head while looking at Vance.
“Sorry, you had your go in my back door this morning – it’s Jase’s turn. You get the slit.”
“No prob – your body’s made of win anyway,” Vance smiled, as he and Jase highfived each other with their free hands – the other ones fondling Blake’s sides – and thrust.
“WHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” both guards and the prisoner howled, Blake because of both massive cocks pumping into her, the guards because of how great the respective slots they were in felt – as Jase moved his prick deep inside Blake’s snug, oiled asshole, feeling the inner walls squeezing it and making the cum start to drip out almost at once, he mentally ran through the list of things he wouldn’t do for another chance to fuck this girl. It didn’t take him long. His pounding away at Blake was being matched stroke for stroke by Vance, who was torn between being jealous of Jase and being thrilled at how hot and soaking her snatch was; the prick slid in and out between her plump pussy lips, each thrust going deeper and deeper, and the guard hoping that he’d be able to pull out in time – he didn’t want to leave something to remember her by.
Blake ground her hips against the two guards, screaming her head off because they felt so freaking good up her – the cell was so remote that no one was around to hear them, another reason they all liked filming here. This was something she’d missed ever since she’d been stuck in here, and that was why she wanted it as many ways and from as many as she could. And given what day it was… “BRAD!” she yelled to the camera guy. “GET OVER HERE!”

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“Huh?”
“I WANT THAT MEAT IN MY MOUTH!” she shouted. “I’M NOT A LEAFEATER!”
“But what about the money shot—“ Brad started in disbelief, seeing his colleagues thrusting ever harder and going so far inside he could almost hear their balls slapping against her.
“YOU WANT IT AND I WANT IT!”
She was right… still holding the camera, Brad headed over to Blake; the blonde had his zipper down in record time, and his throbbing erection out in her hand within seconds. With no time to lose, Blake Lively swallowed Brad’s cock, sucking it as if she hadn’t had it in weeks and stroking the guard’s aching sacs. The viewpoint in the lens was shaking somewhat as he took it all in, amazed at how Blake was slurping so much of his rod that her lips were virtually brushing his pubes. She licked and tasted him, working him like she was a Hoover.

Blake couldn’t really give vent to the orgasms rushing through her body as she jacked and thrashed between the guards, but Brad screamed loud enough for all of them as his cock exploded in her mouth, sending the streams of creamy cum down her throat in more time than the last time he’d been invited – but not by much.  Swallowing it all, Blake allowed herself to howl in turn as Jase’s cock shot its own payload into her rear, flooding her asshole as the guard physically forced himself to pull out.
Brad, to his credit, managed to get control of himself to catch Vance jerk back out of her snatch and send several showers of lovejuice onto Blake’s soft buns before the blonde sank onto the cell floor, still vibrating and gasping. The three studied the supine prisoner as she lay face down, all three eyeing her perfect body as Brad let the camera pan down her form and back up as she turned herself over, smiling up at them with her legs spread and correctly expecting Brad to get a close-up of what was down there before returning to her face.
“That’s a wrap,” she whispered. And meant it.
* * * * * * * * * *
"So how long you in for?" Taylor Momsen asked as she finished her cigarette.
"Too long," Olivia Wilde replied, pointedly ignoring the presence of the guard stationed by their cell ostensibly to see there was no funny business - but apparently to just see everything. Even though Taylor had only just transferred to Remy Hadley from the Carly Spencer Institute for Young Offenders when she'd been deemed too much trouble, she seemed a lot more relaxed to the place's.... um... open plan.
"Why? What'd you do? Or lemme guess - you 'didn't' do it."
"Murder," the beautiful faux-brunette replied bitterly, knowing that Scarlett the Harlot was eyeing her and trying to pretend she didn't mind.
"Lighten up," Taylor whispered into the older woman's ear as her fingers brushed through the tresses. "Johansson's one of the good ones around here. Just lucky it ain’t Cate the Straight.”

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Olivia looked down at the floor; with so many windows and bars to let people see everything it was surprising the ceilings and floors weren’t made of shatterproof glass. Still, she had to admit Taylor was right – Scarlett was one of the better guards around here, and one of the few who occasionally let women finish off their loving in private instead of hanging around and watching them come. She’d even had the decency to look disgusted the time she’d caught Brad standing outside Olivia’s cell, his cock poking through the space while she gave it the treatment with her lips. “Oh, c’mon,” he’d said on seeing Scarlett’s face, “she likes it!”
It was true – Olivia did like penises somewhat more than the other option, but Remy Hadley had a lot more of the latter than the former. It hadn’t helped her initially that a lot of the owners of the latter liked her sky-blue eyes and lean body; her former cellmate Kirsten Prout had been the first to ask her, a little hesistantly, if she wanted some company to get her through the night.
To Olivia’s surprise, she found she did.
It was amazing how fondly she remembered Kirsten’s body pumping away under hers – and how much she’d missed her when she’d been transferred to a lighter security facility to finish her sentence. Kirsten was a good girl – unlike Taylor here, who’d been transferred HERE after she’d caused no end of trouble at her old place, although apparently things hadn’t gone too far until she’d come on to her own cellmate. It seemed that Fearne Cotton, though very receptive, had family in high places who didn’t like the idea of their Fearnie getting fucked by women.
Until Taylor could reunite with her Fearne on the outside, she could make friends with Olivia here; she kept gently stroking the woman’s head, seeing a slow smile come to her face.
“How long are you here for?” Olivia asked the young blonde, slowly starting to move her fingers down the exposed skin of her body, of which there was rather a lot as she was only wearing panties. Which was still more than Olivia had on.
“For as long as you want me here,” Taylor replied huskily.
“That’s not what I—“
“Shhhh,” the blonde told her, and kissed Olivia gently. The faux-brunette’s tongue paused just a second  before slipping her tongue into Taylor’s mouth.
“Sorry I can’t join in,” Scarlett said casually. “I’ll see you both later on – try and wrap it up before Blanchett and Morgan come by. You know how Cate is with skin showing.”
All three women quickly shoved the idea of Piers Morgan leering at them back into the darkest places of their minds as Miss Johansson moved on to check the next few cells. Morgan was bad enough, but Cate…
“One time Fearne had to do the tannoy at my old place,” Taylor continued while Olivia kissed her neck and cheeks. “The old British stiff upper lip – I was licking her ass and eating her out all the while she was talking and nobody knew. Except the people who let me in, of course… I think they wanted to get me out of there. Or maybe they wanted to see her butt, I don’t know…  wouldn’t mind trying it with you.”

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Taylor rested her hands on Olivia’s chest, with the older woman’s nipples between the index and middle fingers of each hand. “Have to admit you’ve got bigger tits than her, though,” she added as she circled each one, pressing the flesh.
“First time someone ever said that to me,” Olivia laughed as the blonde took one of her nipples between her teeth, not enough to bite but just enough to hold it as she used the tip of her tongue to tease it; she used one hand to continue fondling the remaining breast, while the other slipped down Olivia’s body and between her legs. Taylor glanced down and took in the blonde hairs Olivia had below, and smiled into her chest.
“Hey, we’re two of a kind!”
“Too much trouble to dye there,” Olivia admitted, returning the smile on feeling Taylor’s digits stroking her silky blonde carpet.
“Even more for me,” the other blonde agreed, shedding her underwear and throwing it onto the pile of their clothes in the corner while letting Olivia see her own thatch. The latter’s fingers automatically headed towards it, but Taylor gently tapped them away before kneeling forward, resting her head on Olivia’s lap. Her eyes gave the woman’s box a look, and Olivia readied herself for the girl’s tongue tasting her pussy, as usually happened around this time.
Taylor’s tongue came out – and touched the inside of Olivia’s right thigh. “These legs need some lovin’, looks like,” she said more to herself than Olivia, before kissing the thigh while caressing the outside of it. Her lips moved slowly all along it, and her body curled up close along the leg, practically rubbing herself on Olivia’s stem. Taylor began to lick the length, her fingers floating down the back and touching the inside behind the knee while purring like a cat.
Olivia had her eyes on Taylor’s legs – if no one gave those pins the treatment, something was very wrong in this place. And she was enjoying the girl’s hot, soft mouth sliding down her right leg and onto her foot, and feeling Taylor cradling the foot in her hands before kissing it from one end to the other and slowly sucking each toe… Olivia’s cunt was almost crying for some attention from this girl, but in the absence of that her own fingers would have to do.
As Olivia reclined on her bunk and moved her hand down to her crotch, her attention was caught by two figures watching them through the bars. Another audience, huh? Oh well.
At least it was one she could live with. Scarlett had returned, but… hey, there was that guy Brad with her as well. Maybe he was on duty in place of Piers Morgan? They could all use a lucky break.
Scarlett, eyeing Olivia unshakingly, unzipped her shirt and opened it up. Olivia forgot all about Taylor’s mouth at that moment, faced as she was with Scarlett Johansson’s beautiful heavy breasts, the only guard-attached ones that the other guards ever got to play with. Scarlett hefted each round, bouncy milksack in turn, her lips curving up in approval as Olivia sighed, before she sqooshed them against each other and pressed them against her chest for her own pleasure as much as Olivia’s.
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(understandably, since its owner was in view of two naked women and a third topless one) rock-hard penis, poking right through the bars and pointing right at her. Brad grinned at her as he waved it. Oh, how Olivia wished Taylor wasn’t there right now… she didn’t mind tits but she loved cock. And there was one right in front of her, and nothing she could do about it.
Her groans were mixed with frustration as Scarlett and Brad put their toys away like the teases they were, kissed each other in violation of the laws that forbade relationships between guards, and strolled off. If nothing else, at least Olivia had something to think about as Taylor slid back up her body, resting her hands on her shoulders and her crotch on her mouth.
“You don’t have any huge tattoos like Fearnie does, either,” Taylor smiled as she looked down on the woman. “Oh, Olivia…”
That non-sequitur came because of Olivia’s tongue probing into the girl. This hadn’t been the first cunt she’d eaten around here; she’d welcomed quite a few girls to Remy Hadley, and she would never forget how Janel Parrish had looked on telling her that Olivia Wilde had been the first woman to fuck her – Olivia had actually tried not to break down at that, both for Janel’s good and her own. Taking boys’ virginity was one thing, but girls?
And to have to fuck this girl when there’d been some guy there who knew what he had… the sad thing was, even though both he and Scarlett had been teasing her, she still wouldn’t have minded banging either of them. Scarlett because she both had to (to please the guards) and wanted to; Brad because she wanted to, end of. Still, Olivia thought as she touched Taylor’s back while lapping the girl’s tender crotch, whatever worked. If it helped her get through this place, it would help. And practice helped for whenever she got called by some of the other prisoners. Or guards.
Knowing that you had to at least seem like you were enjoying it, she started to fondle Taylor’s body further and to think about Scarlett. And Kirsten. And some other girls who she at least didn’t mind fucking or being fucked by. Unlike Jaime Pressly.
* * * * * * * * * *
At around 10:40 in the morning, Emma Roberts was having a happy time for four reasons.
One, she wasn’t working this morning. Two, she was among several cons sitting courtside watching the Pressly Pirates (Jaime Pressly, Kristen Stewart, Phoebe Tonkin, Jennette McCurdy and Leighton Meester) take on the Fiery Foxes (Megan Fox, Jennifer Lawrence, Pixie Lott, Brittany Robertson and Nina Agdal) in the morning’s basketball match. Three, her cellmate Nina had just sunk her third basket, increasing the team’s lead and making her and about half the others cheer even louder.
“Does she taste as good as she looks?” Hannah Simone asked.
And four, Emma was something of a hero to many of the inmates of Remy Hadley when word spread that she was the only girl ever to bed Blake Lively (approached though she had been by many of them, the male guards had made it clear they’d be *very* sorry if it went any further). There were a lot of things that weren’t fun to do after repeating them for a while, but retelling how she got to fuck the leggy straight blonde wasn’t one of them.

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“Better,” she replied, watching the action on the court and enjoying seeing twenty breasts bobbing at once, particularly at this point in time Pixie’s as she leapt up and hit away the ball which Jennette had just fired towards the Foxes’ net. She was a forceful little thing, and she let out a little cackle as the ball flew towards the thirty or so ladies watching.
“OW!!!! DAMMIT!”
And scored a direct hit on Felicity Jones’s nose; Jennifer couldn’t resist a little smirk as the English brunette ran off, holding her streaming proboscis and wailing. Teach her to get the last raisin bagel at breakfast…
“OW!!!! DAMMIT!”
She joined the chorus; as a smiling Claire Holt threw the ball back into play, the opposing team’s captain had run behind Jennifer and given her butt a pinch. Like all the other convicts, she avoided her when she could, but out here… too bad she could never say no to the hoops.
Leighton and Brittany both went for it, but a well-placed elbow from the con everyone called Gossip Girl because she never, ever shut up about anything sent Brittany landing on the concrete, and now Leighton was flying down the court as Pixie and Nina tried to get her; she shot and she scored.
“WHOOOO!!!! “ Jaime crowed. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking ‘bout!”
“TIME OUT! Just gotta keep it together ten more minutes, guys,” Megan told her teammates after they’d huddled. “We’re still four points clear…”
“Yeah, and at least the referee isn’t in her pants this time,” Nina muttered.
“Hey, pastyface!”
“For fuck’s sake,” Brittany said as the players faced off. Kristen Stewart may have had a nicer body than the pictures of her on trial for murder suggested, but her endless needling of Jennifer was getting to them. Keeping her from the ball was one thing, but throughout the game Kristen had delivered a never-ending stream of cracks to try and throw Jennifer off, from discussing her “thunder thighs” to saying English stereotypes about redheads being subnormal were correct.
“Look in a mirror sometime, Miss Misery!” Pixie shouted back as she got the ball.
“It’s okay,” Jennifer said under her breath as Jaime waded in, grabbing Pixie’s chest and giving it a rub. It didn’t shake the blonde. Much.
“We win this game we all get to fuck Fatass, right?” Kristen said to Jaime.
“Come on, ease up,” Phoebe suggested as Pixie rapidly passed it to a slowly seething Miss Lawrence.
“No, I mean look at it – wobbling all over the place; she probably robbed her bank for lipo…”
Jennifer cannoned past Jennette to sink the ball. Six points up, eight minutes to go.
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“Don’t tell her what she wants to hear – 800 grand isn’t enough for all that jelly on her legs,” Kristen sneered as she fought for the ball.
Jennifer grabbed it again. “At least I didn’t kill seven cheerleaders.”
“Ah, they had it coming. What did you want to do with the money, anyway, stock up on Clairol and Cheez Whiz?”
The beautiful redhead threw the ball aside, all eyes on Kristen – she didn’t mind being called fat, but... “Tell me I stole that money. One. More. Time.”
“You stole it,” Kristen smirked. “And I hear you aren’t that good in bed either… I know those guards like you, but—“
“She ain’t worth it!” Pixie yelled, grabbing Jennifer’s right fist before it could hit.
“Cellulite butts stick together, huh?”
It was at that moment that Kristen’s face discovered Pixie’s left fist worked just as well as her right; “I have got a GORGEOUS bum!” the English blonde shouted as her bloodied hand finished the journey from punching Miss Stewart.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Hannah told Emma in the crowd, who nodded.
“And I’m gonna love kicking it, dick-breath!” Kristen spat.
“Just jealous ‘cause no one wants to fuck someone who looks like a vampire…” Brittany sniggered, and took the full force of the basketball Phoebe threw right on her chest.
“NO ONE CALLS MY GIRL A VAMPIRE!” the Australian yelled as Brittany hit the concrete again, getting more dust on her ass; Phoebe joined her down there a second later as an enraged Nina knocked her flat, and before long both teams were scrapping as the ball was bounced around among the fighting, sending players tumbling down to be kicked as the onlookers continued to cheer for their teams, Elizabeth Gillies (grand theft auto) screaming for Jaime to rip Nina’s head off, Milla Jovovich (manslaughter) actually breaking into a victory dance on seeing Pixie send Leighton flying.
Jennifer, meanwhile, had drawn the short straw – she was grappling with Jaime Pressly in the midst of it all; part of her wanted to yank Jaime’s hands off and run away, but the other part couldn’t let her teammates down. Although the fact that Jaime was raining blows on her while somehow managing to feel her up at the same time wasn’t helping; Jennifer fought back, but Jaime had years of experience on her side, and was wrenching her down to the concrete despite the girl’s struggles and about to put a knee on her back to take it further, the hell with whoever was watching…
“ALL RIGHT, ENOUGH!”
“Move it, Tats. I’m busy,” Jaime sneered at Megan, who with the referee had finally managed to separate most of the bruised, scratched and cursing combatants. The brunette did not look inclined to move it – not only would they likely all lose privileges when Warden Winslet found out, but the game was going to be forfeited because of Rod, as everyone called Kristen Stewart behind her back (and when they were particularly pissed off to her face).

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“It’s over, Jaime; let her go.”
“Why should I? You wanna play with this sweet li’l thing too? Anyway, I got a score to settle with her from last time…”
“We beat you fair and square!” Jennifer grunted into the ground.
“Sure you did,” Jaime cackled, patting the girl’s ass. The cackle turned into a yell as Jennifer kicked upwards, getting her in the small of her back.
“You are SO paying for that—“
“NOT HERE, AND NOT NOW!” Megan shouted. “You got something to get out of your system, you deal with me. Not my girls – ME.”
Jaime’s eyes went colder than normal as she glared at Megan, before letting Jennifer go and rising. “This ain’t over,” she said quietly before raising her voice. “All you bitches off the court; let’s leave the losers…”
“Or vice versa,” Emma muttered.
“Thanks,” Jennifer said to Megan as the other team and their supporters made tracks, brushing herself off.
“Not a problem,” the captain told her.
“You and her are in the machine shop, right? I think I’ve seen her in there sometimes.”
“Got it in one,” Megan said as they joined the others. “Better stay out of there today – it’s gonna be rough, knowing her.”
“How’d you guys put up with her?” Jennifer asked, eyeing Emma giving them the thumbs up and returning the gesture.
“Tell you about it at lunch.”
“Good thing it’s not at dinner…  I’ve got to get up cleaned up. Got an appointment .”
“With the doctor?” asked Megan.
“With the guards, just before the shift changes.”
Megan nodded; she’d been filmed with them as well.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was high noon, and time to eat; Roselyn Sanchez was talking airily with Hayden Panettiere over their… whatever that stuff was… as they counted down the minutes to visiting time.
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other, Blake because Emma was just waiting to talk about how she’d fucked her, Emma because Blake might just decorate her face with the ketchup or something.
Olivia Wilde was munching with Leighton Meester and Taylor Momsen, trying not to notice Miss Meester’s hand fondling her thigh under the table and whispering sweet nothings.
And Jennifer Lawrence had just pissed off the Misses Roberts and Lively by taking the only available free seat when Megan Fox had seen her approaching with her tray.
“Hey, teammate!” Megan called, waving her over.
“Ooh, she’s nice,” Shay Mitchell smiled as Jennifer approached.
“And UNLIKE you, she’s single,” Grace Park laughed. “At least I haven’t seen her with anyone.”
“I told you, me and Emma have an understanding…”
“Always the quiet ones, ain’t it? Good game this morning, Jenny,” Megan said.
“Be better if we’d won,” the girl replied as she sat down.
“I hear you were filming with Jase and Vance and… whatshisname,” Shay said in between bites. “The poor guy still thinks he can show me what I’m ‘missing’.”
“Can’t have been in the ass,” Grace added. “You weren’t walking funny.”
“Oh, they wanted it. And *I* wanted it,” Jennifer confirmed. “But they had to clock out.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” Megan assured her. “Wait a minute, where the fuck are my damn manners? Jennifer, this is—“
“I know who you guys are,” the redhead interrupted. “We all know about the San Francisco Eight. Anyway, Jennifer Lawrence,” she continued, shaking Grace’s and Shay’s hands. “Nice to meet your friends at last.”
“Yeah, you’d think we’d have met up before now in a place like this,” Miss Park replied.
“Well, it IS a pretty big prison. Do YOU know everyone?” Megan pointed out.
“But what brought you here?” Shay asked.
Jennifer’s chirpy demeanour vanished. “I was set up,” she sighed. “I know, you’re thinking they all say that…”
“Except Kristen ‘I killed them, and I’d do again, and I hope they burn in hell!’ Stewart,” Grace said ruefully. She liked cheerleaders; if it had been golfers it would have been one thing, but killing cheerleaders? Freak.
“I used to work in real estate, and someone transferred a whole load of money from R.M. Housing  into my account – that’s where I worked. They put stuff from some other banks in there as well, even after I reported it to my bank.”

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“And they thought you did it? How are you with computers?” Megan asked.
“Beyond the basics, I suck,” Jennifer replied. “But everyone thought I knew enough to siphon the cash off… I think someone at R.M.—“
“Short for Rhona Mitra?” Shay suggested.
“Who? No, R’s your girl Roselyn Sanchez and M is Monica Bellucci.” The smile returned to her face and her eyes became dreamy.
“Hot for boss, are you?” Grace asked, ignoring the spluttering from the next table as Olivia Wilde’s food went down the wrong way.
“Roselyn wasn’t, at least I don’t think she was. Anyway, whoever it was got access to my computer and covered up so well I couldn’t prove it wasn’t me - so now I’m stuck in this holiday camp from hell for seven years.”
“That happens a lot around Roselyn, doesn’t it?” Megan mused. “We got involved with her and hung out to dry as well…”
“You think she did it?” Jennifer asked.
“No,” Shay admitted. “But we don’t think you did either.”
“If you were so good you could steal all that money online, why would you go and put it in your OWN account?” Grace queried. “You’d want to hide it somewhere.”
“Or set up some kind of account under another name,” Megan added.
“Too bad whoever did this dumped all that on me,” the redhead muttered. “But who’s this Rhona Mitra you keep talking about?”
“She’s the reason we’re all here tonight,” Shay said.
“It’s the afternoon,” Jennifer pointed out.
“We all had a meeting the first night we were here,” Megan explained. “Roselyn ‘toasted’ her that way; ‘Here’s to Rhona, to the reason we’re all here tonight,’ and it stuck.”
“R.M… Rhona Mitra… this could be the start of a beautiful relationship,” Grace smiled, shaking Jennifer’s hand while her other hand under the table rested on the girl’s leg.
“Could be,” Jennifer said, forgetting her trouble for a moment and smiling as Grace’s fingers stroked her thigh.
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Brad was half-right; the guards at Remy Hadley WERE allowed to be in the same room as the prisoners when their visitors were out in the open. In private, however, was a different matter.
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guard watching it on the other side. Since most of the prisoners in there just wanted some time to themselves, most of the time they didn’t get anything more innocent than quiet conversation.
The prisoners in three of those rooms were Roselyn Sanchez, Blake Lively and Hayden Panettiere, so quiet conversation was not on the cards…
Cate Blanchett kept her eyes on the screen covering Blake’s room, wondering if a week would ever go by when this slut wouldn’t have a visitor… maybe when she was 74, but with her luck probably not. At least the screen was occupied at the moment by a young man who had Blake on the floor, his naked self pumping away on top of her while they were both almost certainly saying lustful things to each other (Remy Hadley allowed for vision and sound while watching, but only the most high-risk prisoners had their PRIVATE visits listened in to; and even the trial had determined that Blake Lively, vaginally and anally social though she was, had never physically hurt anyone directly). Rumour had it that Blake had not only invited those misguided people who’d fallen in “love” with her to visit, but actually had a schedule for them to come.
“Whore,” Cate the Straight muttered as she visualised what was on the other side of those not exactly smooth but nicely filled buttocks which Blake’s hands were all over… it would probably be inside Blake’s mouth before long and she’d have to sit there and watch it. Jealous? Damn right she was jealous. And sickened; women who got everything they wanted because of their looks had never sat well with Cate.
The couple rolled over, and Cate’s teeth ground together as Blake was on top now, her shampoo-commercial hair waving back and forth (and how the FUCK did she get it to stay that good behind bars? Was she that friendly with the guards?... Actually, yes) while she punched the air as she rode the boy’s baloney pony. And he WAS a boy – he looked like he was about 16 or something. The guard shook her head as she saw his face beaming underneath the thrusting of the prisoner, her body draining him of his lovejuice as she rubbed herself, fondling her breasts for his pleasure. And her own, Cate was betting.
She’d watched plenty of things like this in her last gig, but that had been a men’s prison. And if she had been watching two men, which was not uncommon at her last place, Cate Blanchett would not have complained. At all. But being stuck here in this… this cesspool of women who all seemed to have the hots for each other… and it was her job to look at them, thanks to all those windows and things she could see through. Okay, it helped if they were doing something illegal, but it was something illegal that got them here in the first place.
That was one reason she had earned her nickname; another was in the wake of the only prisoner who had ever come on to her. Officially she’d taken a bad fall, but everyone in the prison population knew Cate Blanchett was the real reason Summer Glau would never walk properly again; it was a miracle that she could even walk (or breathe) after what Cate had done to her. Normally she tried to keep the convicts from killing one another, but if someone went after Blake Lively… well, those things happened from time to time.
The thought of a bunch of women giving Blake what she deserved finally had Cate smiling as much as that boy she was with.
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Ironically, Cate and Blake were on the same page in terms of women fucking women – but at least Blake contented herself with dirty looks and in the case of that little girl who liked breaking into things naked the odd slap across the face; beating people to within an inch of their lives were not her style. Except with consenting males, obviously.
This kid was clearly not the kind who was into pain; back on top of her now he was pumping against her as if he was trying to sink inside her and stay there forever, all the while going on about how much he loved her. Clutching him close to her body, Blake let the stuff she’d heard a million times over and over go through her, telling him that she wanted him as well. Just as she’d told all the other men she’d invited out of all the lovestruck, deluded males who’d written to her in the wake of the media coverage (it wasn’t every day a gang made up entirely of hot women was on trial, even in America).
“Pete…” Blake moaned as she rolled over again (and as Cate glowered at getting ANOTHER shot of her bare ass).
“Mmm?”
“Was I as good as the last time?”
“Oh baby, you could never let me down…” the boy sighed, mentally highfiving himself at the idea that this goddess needed him. “Did your friend get out?”
“Right on time…” the blonde panted.
“I got that thing for her… any friend of yours…”
Blake Lively had been born an expert in feigning ecstasy, but the smile that broke out on her face was the real deal.
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Meanwhile…
Troian wished she could make it up here every week. She wished it could be every DAY, the better to get her out of the city and reduce her exposure to Ashley Benson’s face being plastered over every single bus in San Francisco.
She had already done something about exposure to Ashley Benson in general on her very first day back at Channel 7 – by resigning, and in one of the few pieces of good luck she’d had since this whole thing started managing to move over to Channel 5. Her salary was a bit less than what she’d been getting at 7, but no one there was as much of a prima donna as Ashley – and even though one of the upshots of the trial was that she and Hayden were now public knowledge, few of them gave her any grief over her sticking by her girl’s side.
Ushered into the room as she had been every time she trekked up to Remy Hadley, and glad that there hadn’t been a repeat of the only time she and Hayden’s parents had arrived simultaneously, the long journey from the city was made worth it by her girl’s face lighting up, instantly making Troian forget the buses promoting Channel 7 Evening News With Ashley Benson (the slime actually

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had her name in the damn title now?!). The second the door shut behind them, Hayden leaped up and kissed Troian, her hands clutching her lover’s tresses.
“It’s only been two weeks!” Troian laughed.
“It’s always too long,” Hayden replied, kissing her again.  She had been on the verge of insanity when she heard that Troian had been hospitalized by Ashley – something that, along with anything else that might have made the little tramp look bad, hadn’t come out at the trial – and the way Troian’s face had fallen when Hayden had admitted she’d liked how Jaime had fucked her hurt, if anything, even more.  Every night she was thankful that her lover hadn’t abandoned her after that; the first time they’d met up it had been a little… mechanical, as if neither of them had had their hearts in it.
The next time, it was more organic – Troian had realised that Jaime had come on to her, not vice versa; and Hayden had realised that as good as Jaime had been, she still wasn’t Troian. The time after that had been the first time Troian had brought her toy, which she had waiting for her on the desk as the two rapidly undressed.
“Enjoying this, peeps?” the ex-reporter called in the general direction of the cameras.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Troian asked, throwing her clothes onto the ground and reaching for the device.
“Oh, you get used to it,” Hayden replied. “Plus I like rubbing it in their faces – just showing some of them what they’ll never have…” She winked as she finished disrobing, and opened her arms to her brunette girlfriend.
(Vance nodded dolefully; not for the first time, he was deeply jealous of the female guards.)
With the business end of the strap-on embedded inside her flooded cunt, Troian sank into Hayden’s embrace, cradling the blonde as she tasted her nipples and let out a contented sigh on feeling the brunette’s hands on her body. No one in the prison population, guard or convict alike, could touch her like Troian, although some of her “pals” in the gang – Hayden had long since given up trying to persuade most of them that she wasn’t a member – had come close.  The blonde ran a finger along the length of the strap-on, pushing it inside Troian as the brunette’s hands cupped her cheeks; both women moaned with delight as each lover’s finger explored the other’s differing orifice.
Hayden wished that it was Troian’s tongue instead of a finger going inside her asshole, but they had things to do. Pulling her finger out of the brunette’s snatch, she licked it off and then sucked on it a little, just to get all the flavour off it; Troian undid the strapon with one hand – the other one was still fondling the ex-reporter’s bubble butt – and took it out, turned it around, and inserted it back in so that the freshly-flavoured end was sticking out. Like a penis, only bigger and guaranteed never to go all floppy.
Smiling, Troian put her hands on Hayden’s shoulders, stroking them as the blonde sank to her knees. Vance gritted his teeth in jealousy as Hayden, fondling Troian’s ass all the while, started to suck her “cock” – he, Jase and Brad all had an unwritten agreement that they only fucked the girls who didn’t have a problem with man-meat;  oh, they could have had so much fun with her in Alyssa’s Place. If only he hadn’t seen her frolicking with Kim Cattrall and eyeing Gemma Arterton the way she had never eyed any of them. And now there she was, eyeing him from time to time as if she KNEW it was killing him.

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Even though Troian couldn’t get all the benefits of this particular blowjob, Hayden’s fingers exploring her tight cheeks and soft little rear entrance more than made up for it – and when her girlfriend got the strap-on far inside her mouth that the tip of her tongue could actually brush along where the device entered her cunt, that was a miracle.
“Want this, baby?” she breathed.
Hayden answered by pulling back, her enthusiastic swallowing having cleaned it off almost at once. She stood up and moved back to lie on the table, perky rack almost aimed at the guards and her open legs aimed at Troian, and made the “come on” sign with her hands.
Vance was glad that he finally got a clear look at Troian Bellisario’s buns as she went for the supine blonde, mounting her and kissing her; the kisses were broken by the loud howl of delight from Hayden as that thing her girlfriend had on sank into her box. She clutched the brunette as her lover began to pump on top of her, thrusting in and out and back and forth, grinding on her as if they’d never see each other again.
The two women passionately rolled off the table and onto the carpeted floor (Remy Hadley was very considerate in some respects), Hayden still underneath and Troian still on top, watching as the blonde pixie thrashed away under her. She screamed her girlfriend’s name to the ceiling as the device triggered from Troian’s grinding, pumping the artificial juice into her. They’d only had time to do it missionary style, but that’s all they needed.
Hayden grabbed Troian’s hands as the brunette started to slow down, shaking. She pulled her down to lie on top of her again, and the two went onto their sides, embracing. Neither of them wanted visiting time to be over, but time was never on their side.
“Stay with me,” Hayden whispered.
“You know I can’t,” Troian replied, kissing her. “Not yet. It won’t be long though.”
“This…” the blonde said, touching her girlfriend’s device. “First night out this comes right back up you.”
“You mean right back at you.”
“You know what I mean,” Hayden laughed, giving Troian another kiss. “You with me?”
“To hell and back,” the brunette answered, before the two kissed for the last time. “All the way to hell and back.”
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In the next room, Roselyn Sanchez burrowed her tongue inside Alicia Keys’ mouth, thanking all the deities for having someone like her in her life.