The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“Enjoying the view, Blanchett?” Grace cackled, pointing to Miss Lawrence as she moved out from under her.  “This here is what’s known as an amazing body; you probably don’t know what it’s like to touch one.”
“Or have one,” Jennifer laughed, as Cate’s eyes narrowed to nearly-shut status.
“Get some clothes on, sluts,” the guard hissed and walked off. Grace and Jennifer peered after her.
“Cute ass – too bad she’s tight EVERYWHERE, know what I mean? Not like Gemma. Or you,” Grace added, slapping Jennifer’s full and round cheeks.
“Or Blake,” Jennifer added, kissing Grace’s rock-hard nipples. “I checked her out in the gym yesterday.”
“Colour me surprised. But you’re never going to do more than look, Jenny.”
“I can’t even get to the shower the same time as her,” the girl grumbled.
“Neither can I. At least I got her pictures to remember her by…”
“Whoa – she did nude shots?!”
“Cellphone pics from some guy she hooked up with; he stuck them online on one of those ‘look at my hot girlfriend’ sites. Too bad she was asleep instead of really posing – her body rates a whole damn spread instead of blurry pixels.”
“You’re telling me…”
“Think you could let me take a few snaps?” Grace asked.
“Well, you’d be my first… girl,” Jennifer replied, playing with her breasts. “I’ve done the boyfriend thing as well.”
“Oh, I almost forgot… can you meet us in the library later on?”
“Who’s ‘us’?”
“Me, Roselyn, Emma… the whole gang. After lunch yesterday we let them know about you – most of them,” Grace added, not forgetting how embarrassed Shay had looked when she realised she’d forgotten to tell Hayden. “We all agreed you should be part of it.”
“Part of what?” Jennifer asked, interest peaking.
“Not here. Tell you later,” Grace said as she started calculating how long it would take for her to get her iPhone and get back here - once she picked up where they left off. “You’ll love it, don’t worry. Now where were we….?”
She spread open Jennifer’s legs and dived right in; the girl was loving it already.
* * * * * * * * *
Pete was a good driver; his parents could be proud of him for that at least.

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Even though his eyes were watching the road around him, his mind was back at the prison – he was thinking about Blake. For once it wasn’t about her lips tenderly sucking him, but about the message she’d given him… to get hold of transport for a friend of theirs. Apparently she was a single mum who’d been good to Blake and her friends in prison, and they wanted her to be able to pick the whole family up.
Which was why he was motoring the Ford E-Series van through northeast Sacramento, heading for a particular street corner; traffic wasn’t too bad this afternoon, mercifully. Pete had a nervous moment when he thought someone would get into that spot before he could slip the van in, but his luck held; the young man parked it securely, and climbed out. As he really was a good driver, he didn’t leave the scene without putting some coins in the meter; Blake had whispered to him in between kisses that three hours worth should be enough.
The young man headed away, allowing thoughts of Blake Lively to fill his head and hoping and dreaming he might be able to see her again some day. And if not, he’d always have the memories of the woman who saved him from dying a virgin…
About three hours later, a bus pulled up by a stop two blocks away and let out four passengers. Two headed for a shop, the third sat to wait for the friend he was supposed to meet up with, and the fourth started to walk down the street; the passenger stopped by the van, took out the skeleton key she had with her and opened the door with it, noting when she entered and sat down that Pete had left the keys for the van by the pedals instead of leaving them in the ignition as a come-on for thieves.
Rachel Bilson picked up the keys, started up the van and drove off just as the meter ran out.
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Though one of the better prison libraries around, it still wasn’t noted for its air conditioning. But even if it had been going full blast, Jennifer Lawrence felt she’d still have broken into a sweat as soon as she entered that afternoon.
Hail, hail, the gang was all there. Jaime Pressly was standing by a shelf selecting books and doodling in them, probably drawing moustaches on the pictures inside (with a pen, yet).  Blake Lively and Shay Mitchell were at a table playing cards – not for money or cigarettes (anyway, neither of them smoked); it looked more like Go Fish. Emma Roberts was logging in a few returns behind the desk and trying hard to look intimidatingly at Jaime in mid-vandalising. A few feet away, Grace Park was having an animated discussion with Hayden Panettiere about whether Nickelodeon or Disney had the cutest girls (Hayden was a Mouse girl, Grace was all Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick Ni-Nick-Nick-Nick). Megan Fox was sitting by herself, popping back M&Ms by the handful.
And Roselyn Sanchez was standing near the door, in discussion with… wait a minute, that black-haired girl with a few blonde roots looked familiar. Jennifer had seen her around the prison, of course, but there was something about her – not just the eyes…
“Hey, teammate!” Megan called, seeing Jennifer. “Welcome to the club.”

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The others all turned to greet her, setting aside what they were doing and coming up to her. “So you’ve been screwed along with us, huh?” Emma said, with a rueful grin. “Woman’s got long tentacles.”
“That she does,” the beautiful black-haired girl with Roselyn agreed.
“She’s probably got more people around here,” Grace added.
“But no more hitchhikers, right?” Hayden asked, eyeing Jennifer. “Not that I mind the company…”
“You’re such a slut,” Blake said, rolling her eyes.
“Ain’t we all, sweetass?” Jaime cackled.
“We could ‘use the company’ for something else, anyway,” Megan pointed out. “The more distractions the better.”
“So we’re just here for our bodies?” Jennifer asked the tattooed brunette, mock-offended.
“Whatever works…”
“I don’t know if the two of you’ve ever met,” the leader added, turning to the blackhaired girl as Jennifer began to shake hands and exchange howdys. “Jennifer, this is Olivia Wilde; Olivia, meet Jennifer Lawrence—“
“Wait a minute… we HAVE met,” the latter interrupted, her eyes widening. Olivia had also started with recognition; everything had clicked right into place the second they looked at each other.
“Well, duh!” Grace said. “Remy Hadley’s not the size of Texas and you’re in the same block…”
“No, before that,” Olivia said slowly. “This girl’s part of the reason why I’m here.”
Jennifer yanked her hand back from Olivia’s sharply. “I did NOT take that money, Baby Blue Eyes! And if you think I did—“
“I KNOW you didn’t!” the ex-bank employee snapped, making Jennifer go from angry to glad to surprised in the space of a few seconds. Everyone else had their eyes on Olivia, as she composed herself – she hadn’t meant to get angry at her, because they were all in the same boat here.
“So who did?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know who exactly, but I think I know who was behind it. Didn’t Megan tell you?”
“I told Roselyn,” the Fox replied. “We both agreed the rest of us should hear it from you.”
Olivia nodded. “After you told me about that mistake in your account, I started to dig around and I had a word with one of my co-workers, a friend of mine. The son of a bitch was called Riley…”
* * * * * * * * * *
The son of a bitch was, at that time, more than just a friend.

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Olivia wasn’t a member of the mile high club yet; she’d settled for the several hundred feet club, in this case Riley’s eleventh floor apartment. She’d warmed to him in the months since he’d joined Global Financial; he was the perfect man – the mind of an accountant inside the body of a “Freshmen” model (she loved to read gay porn mags, because all the men were hot and she could imagine she was the only woman they’d want to… um… give a try). Riley had a smile on his face that was pitched perfectly between delight and smugness, in part because of the size of his cock and in part because two stunning women were licking either side of it – Olivia on the left, and Jill Roberts on the right. Olivia’s tongue was moving up, Jill’s going down along the sacs.
Jill was one of Riley’s ladyfriends, or so he claimed; Olivia suspected she hadn’t been his “ladyfriend” for very long, judging from the way she was now playing with his balls in her mouth. Still, as Olivia crested Riley’s erection and circled it with her tongue, she wasn’t that bothered. Her mouth closed around his dick as she started to swallow it, slurping down and secretly hoping he’d be impressed at how she could fit it all in. (Olivia was herself pretty impressed by how much she had to fit in.)
Riley had his hands busy rubbing Olivia’s rump and Jill’s head thanks to how they were positioned; Jill had a lovely bubble butt on her, but Olivia’s tight little seat wasn’t exactly a pain to fondle either. The redheaded Roberts reached up and rested her hand on the buttcheek Riley wasn’t stroking, releasing his balls from her mouth and turning her attention to Olivia. His smile jacked up the delight several notches as he watched Jill kiss the brunette’s lovely erect nipples.
Olivia stopped sucking Riley’s cock long enough to turn to Jill and kiss her; their tongues went into each other’s mouths, both women looking as if they were liking how his dick tasted.  Olivia cupped one of Jill’s bouncy funbags, impressed at what her surgeon had done.
“Please sir,” Jill said to Riley in an embarrassing English accent, “I want some more.”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Olivia laughed as she got ready to move up Riley. “And don’t worry, once we get the condoms on you’ll get to put that big slab of yours up me.”
Riley made a face.
“They’re flavoured this time.”
The smile returned as Olivia’s long body slid up him while Jill went back down to have his cock all to herself. If Jill’s strawberry coloured nipples were the best part of her body, Olivia Wilde’s pussy was probably the best part of *hers*; he couldn’t wait to slip his tongue into that hot little slit. Perfectly synced, Jill closed her mouth around his rod just as his mouth kissed Olivia’s box; some women he had been were gorgeous but had snatches Oscar the Grouch would have felt needed a clean, others had been a little plain but were as well cared for below as a country garden. But this one… exquisite.
Up on his shoulders, Olivia gasped as she felt his tongue licking her slowly; she could have felt him tasting her all night, but she knew that it wouldn’t last long – she could already feel him starting to speed up as the tip of his tongue touched her clit. Whenever a guy giving her head was getting head, it always meant he’d lose it; he was grunting into her cunt right now, all thanks to the human vacuum cleaner between his legs, gulping away and sucking every single inch of what he had.

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Olivia howled as his tongue hit her button, each little flick he gave it with the tip sending thrills through her body. It moved around her box like a snake, leaving her with pleasure instead of poison; she could feel herself starting to cream, her legs not exactly kicking but definitely touching Jill’s grinding shoulders. Her gasps began to get louder as she felt herself losing it, feeling his fingers digging into her asscleft, the one that she was hoping his cock would be going into later on.
Maybe it was the thought of having Riley inside her that did it, but Olivia’s cunt sent all the shockwaves through her body at that time, making her scream in delight as she dug her own fingers into him, her head thrown back and looking up at the ceiling as she came on top of him.
Riley himself began to grunt/shout between her legs; Jill was drinking all the cum that was rushing out of him, her mouth wrapped so tightly around his cock that not one single drop of it was wasted. She sucked and swallowed him until the man was spent, and even then she only let it out of her mouth with what seemed to be reluctance  - but if the shaking Olivia, catching her breath, could have seen Jill’s expression as she looked up and took in what she could see between Miss Wilde’s legs, she’d have known Jill was just readying for the next course.
“Mind if I join in?”
Olivia rapidly looked over her shoulder, Riley peeked around her side, and Jill quickly glanced towards where the voice came from.
The English accented voice, far more convincing than Jill’s, came from the doorway in which a beautiful  Rosie Huntington-Whiteley calmly looked at the three naked lovers. The three naked lovers looked back at her as Olivia moved down off the man less coolly than she’d have liked.
“Rosie?!?” Riley shouted.
Olivia glanced at him as he mouthed “Girlfriend.”
“He’s your guy?!” she yelled at the blonde. “But I thought—“
“I don’t believe it… I was coming! You should’ve waited for me!” Rosie laughed.
The relief on Riley’s face was nothing next to that on Jill’s. As for Olivia, what the heck – it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done girl on girl on girl. And this girl… great lips, tight trim body… could be fun.
“Can I ask you a little question before playtime?” Rosie asked.
“Sure,” Jill breathed.
“I meant the girl with the blue eyes,” Rosie corrected, looking at Olivia. “Do you like boys or girls?”
“Honestly,” Olivia said with a grin as she took Riley’s stiffening rod in hand, “boys. Always boys.”
“YES!” the English blonde laughed, giving the ménage a trois a thumbs-up as she brought her other hand out from behind the door frame and blew Jill’s cheerful head right off.

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The girl’s corpse splattered over the bed, leaving some blood on Riley as a shocked scream went through the room even after the three gunshots had faded; the shattered Olivia jerked backwards onto the floor away from the gruesome scene, staring at what had been alive a few seconds ago. And at what was left of Jill’s face.
“WHAA?!?! WHADAHELL!!? YOU FUCKING KILLED HER!!!!” Olivia wailed, flinging her eyes towards Riley. “SHE FUCKING KILLED HER!!! SHE….”
Then she noticed that she was the only one in the room who seemed shocked by this. Riley was glancing at the dead girl as if she was a week-old newspaper before walking away from the bed, and the girl in the doorway with the gun in her hand was smiling at her almost pityingly. But maybe he was affected after all – he was walking a little unsteadily, bumping into the table…
“Right answer, sweetie,” the blonde told her. “You ready?”
By the time Olivia realised the last two words were directed at Riley, Rosie had let off three more shots. The first bullet missed him and left its mark in the wall, the second winged his right arm, but the third shot went right into his leg, leaving some more blood to add to what was in the room as the man kept moving.
And Riley hadn’t made more than a grunt, as if he was… prepared for it. Olivia looked in shock at the other two, trying not to let her eyes go over to the poor girl on the bed and wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
“What a beautiful man,” Rosie said to Olivia casually. “I am SO glad you said you like boys – wasn’t looking forward to killing him. Rise and shine,” she continued, pointing the gun at her as Riley stumbled out. “Time for a bathroom break.”
“A WHAT?”
“I’d love to play with you like I did with Jill, but I’m not allowed. Let’s go.”
The dazed brunette walked into the bathroom, Rosie walking behind her.
“I like your bum, by the way,” the English woman said casually, patting it. “It’s beautiful. Almost as nice as my baby Rhona’s… too bad I can’t get to play with it.”
“Thank goodness for small mercies,” Olivia muttered.
“No blood anywhere on you either – perfect.”
“But… but what did I…”
“It’s not me, honest,” Rosie said. “You were asking too many questions at work, and my girl Rhona doesn’t like it. Can’t kill you, though – gets even more questions…”
“About what? What did I…”
“That big ‘deposit’ someone made? You told Riley, Riley told me, I told Rhona. Want to play a game?”

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That last request threw Olivia off as Rosie indicated the bathroom cabinet.
“Play a… game? What the hell…”
“Open the door and see all the people,” Rosie giggled, the unshaking gun on her convincing Olivia rushing her wouldn’t work. With her hand shaking, the woman opened the cabinet door to be greeted with the usual – mouthwash, toothpaste… and pills. Several bottles of pills, at least two shelves worth.
“Now Rhona wants you to take your medicine like a good girl,” the English blonde told her.
“No…” Olivia whispered. This wasn’t happening.
“Go on, you’ll be okay,” Rosie assured her, raising the gun to Olivia’s eyeline. “Take the medicine, doesn’t matter which ones – it’s all good…”
Now trembling, Olivia picked up a container – she didn’t know or care which one – ripped off the top and poured out a handful while Rosie, still with the gun trained on her, took the glass normally used for post-teeth-cleaning rinsing and put it under the tap, turning it and filling it with water all while watching the other woman. Olivia looked at the pills, trying to will fate to change this; then she saw Rosie standing there, gun in one hand and glass of water in the other.
Olivia threw the pills into her mouth, crunching them and grimacing as she took the water, only then noticing that Rosie was wearing latex gloves. The blonde eyed her almost tenderly as Olivia swallowed the pills, gagging at the bitter taste and wishing she could puke them up, but just praying that it would be quick.
They were down inside her now; she watched the gun. Maybe if she tried, she actually could bring them up – if she could get it on this blonde maybe it might shake her a bit, and then…
Too late. Olivia felt herself starting to lose the support of her legs as the drugs suffused her system, Rosie watching her all the time. “…Why?...” she asked, seeing the blonde start to move closer.
“The way my girl Rhona has it, you killed Jill out there,” Rosie said airily as Olivia wavered and took a stumbling step towards her. “Mad because he was carrying on with her behind your back…”
“Riley and I aren’t…”
“That’s not what he’s telling the police,” Rosie interrupted with a laugh. “And the two of you did go out for drinks a couple of times, all friendly and everything… anyway, what did Roni say? Oh yeah – you blew Jill’s brains out and tried to kill Riley, but then you couldn’t finish the job and came in here to try and kill yourself.”
“With an empty gun…?”
“Pulled the trigger, found you lost count,” the blonde told her as Olivia slowly sank to the tiles, trying to keep this sick blonde in focus.  “So you tried to OD, and that’s how the cops found you.”
“The cops….?” Olivia moaned, struggling to stay awake as Rosie gently put the gun in her right hand.

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“Oh, yeah – Riley called the police once he got shot. I always forget something.”
“Someone saw…”
“No one saw me coming in, and no one’ll see me out,” Rosie assured her. “Shame we never got to bed – I could have had some fun with you. You’ve got a great body, Olivia. They’ll love it in prison.”
Rosie backing out of the bathroom and closing the door was the last thing Olivia saw before the blackness got her.
* * * * * * * * *
“The next thing I knew I was in hospital with a stomach pump and the police outside,” Olivia finished. “I told them what happened, and none of them believed me…  I guess I wouldn’t have believed it either if I’d been in their shoes.”
“And this was all from my account?” Jennifer asked slowly. This was looking like deeper shit than she’d thought.
“You know what made it worse?” Olivia continued bitterly. “Rosie was there. Right there at the trial.”
The others goggled, gaped and whistled depending on who they were. “She plugs someone and she’s there in the audience?” an impressed Jaime asked. “Girl must have balls the size of Canada.”
“Rosie wasn’t in the audience,” Olivia said. “She was in the STAND.”
“Wait… WHAT?!” Megan shouted. “They called her up…”
“As a witness for the prosecution, yeah – sat right there and lied her heart out. She even said I liked making crap up to look good sometimes. I heard the lawyers tried to get her to wear something that didn’t end at her labia – it didn’t work. I guess the male jurors got swayed by what she was showing.”
“At least you HAD some,” Blake muttered.
Roselyn nodded sourly; it hadn’t escaped their notice that the jury that convicted them was made up of nine women and three men. At least two of whom were gay.
Olivia had to clench her fists at the memory; Rosie sitting there as cute as a button and almost as deep, telling the lawyers how Olivia had been close to “her boy” Riley and insanely jealous of anyone who got near him, not long after Riley had been spouting similar lies himself. With the real murderer in the dock it was Legally Blonde or an episode of Perry Mason for real, except that there was no tripping up by the witness, no brilliant(ish) lawyer to seize on the mistake like a hungry dog grabbing a bone, no tearful confession. Olivia had had to sit there and watch her come out with more crap than the entire Western USA sewage system, and even when Olivia had tried to pin Rosie down at the scene she’d discovered that the stinking English rose had been right – no one had seen her come in, or go out.
“And this Rosie Huntington-Whatever works for Rhona?” Hayden asked.

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“Based on what she said about my ass and Rhona’s, probably more than ‘works.’ “
“So maybe we try and have a word with her once we’re outta here,” Jaime added. “Find her, find Rhona… I got my ways. Long time since I fucked a Brit. One that didn’t look like a damn iguana.”
Emma, who knew exactly who Jaime was talking about, shuddered at the memory of Horny Helen.
“It’s going to take more than sex to break her,” Olivia told her.
“Yeah, right,” Jaime replied.
“Jaime, the girl killed someone she didn’t even know like she was cleaning off makeup! Think a hard fuck could break someone like that? Someone like YOU?“ Grace pointed out.
“And anyway,” Olivia added, “when we find the whore, she’s mine.”
“Can I get sharesies?” Jennifer asked.
“Sure, why not? You can sit on her while I kick her head in…”
“Before you do that, we’ll need you to chip in on distraction duty,” Roselyn told them. “Nobody rides for free on this train.”
“You mean this truck, or whatever the guy scrounges up for us,” Megan replied. “Hope it’s bigger than what Rhona saddled us with…”
“What guy?” Olivia asked.
“That was my job,” Blake said with a smile. “I sweettalked one of the boys who’s in love with me… we chose him because he lives in Sacramento. Practically right next door.”
“It’ll be waiting for us when we get down the mountain,” Roselyn continued. “Shay and Emma committed the way out of here to memory, so they’ll be leading us.”
“You couldn’t have gotten the plans in here,” Olivia pointed out.
“We didn’t. You can thank the pride of Channel 7 here,” Grace grinned, indicating Hayden.
“The EX-pride,” the ex-reporter corrected ruefully.
“Actually, it was her girlfriend who kicked it all off,” Blake continued, looking at Hayden with something almost like pride.
“She researched the layout of Remy Hadley and the geography,” Roselyn continued, “and each time she visited Hayden she brought another piece of the puzzle.”
“How’d she…OHHH,” Jennifer’s question was answered by Hayden pointing to her pussy.
“You want to be inspired? Try seeing your girlfriend get a life sentence for being mixed up with us PLUS fifteen years for ‘robbing’ Torcoletti’s and ‘beating up Ashley Benson,’” Emma added sympathetically; they all had sentences for their other crimes running consecutively instead of concurrently with the big one, and whether it was online fraud (Grace), the odd bit of underage sex (Blake, even though the guys had all consented), car theft (Megan) or outright murder (Jaime), life plus whatever was still too long.

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“The plans also show where the cameras are,” Roselyn continued, trying to forget all the years the courts had tacked onto HER life sentence. “And that’s where Grace comes in. She’s got an in with the guards—“
“And vice versa,” Jaime cackled.
“—and on her last tech visit she ran a little system check,” Roselyn continued to continue. “That check put a little countermand into the systems so when the other cells automatically lock at 10 tonight, ours won’t. It’s also going to black out the cameras on our route, but we still need free access to get from one area to another… Emma?”
The safecracker patted her shirt pocket. “One genuine authorized Remy Hadley keycard, taken from the warden through Buttcrack Express. It’ll get us to the exit, and to the other way out if we need it.”
“What other way?” Olivia asked.
“We’re getting out through the sewers,” Megan explained. “Maintenance left two ways in; one of them is WAAAAY on the other side, near the gym. But the other one is right here in our block, and it’s also a lot closer to where all the shit comes out.”
“And if any shit comes down…” Jaime grinned. “I got that.”
“We probably all will,” Jennifer agreed. “Especially if we meet Kristen Stewart on the way.”
“I don’t think that’ll happen, but noted,” Roselyn said. “Did you get the things from the machine shop, Megan?”
“Uh-huh. A couple of cutters, a few screwdrivers… nothing big, but they’ll do the job. He said it was worth it.” Megan smiled at Olivia, who almost smiled back.
“And thanks to Shay here, we’ve got a place lined up for when we get back to San Francisco,” Roselyn continued. “It won’t be the Ritz but it’ll be home until this is over. But you’ve still got a job to do - you, Olivia and Jennifer will have to set up a little distraction to keep the guards in our section busy,” Roselyn replied.
“I can just guess what kind that’ll be,” the family criminal sighed.
“Oh, like you don’t want it,” Grace laughed.
“Let’s just hope none of the guys are on duty tonight,” Shay added.
“Speak for yourself,” Olivia replied. “You might have to take one for the team.”
“So all goes well, we get in the tunnels and out of here before 11,” Roselyn finished. “Now all of you get out of here and try to get some rest.”
“Yes, mommy,” Emma said cutely, turning to leave.

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“Oh, and Blake?” Jennifer said casually, inwardly biting the bullet at what she was about to say.
“That’s my name,” replied the tall blonde.
“Grace was right – you should do some more nude shots. Seriously, cellphone pics when you’re sleeping do NOT do that body justice.”
Blake stared at Jennifer, thunderstruck, before her gaze started to drift around the gang as the other ladies eyed her like they’d gotten early birthday presents.
“Ooh, spread-shots?” Hayden asked with a giggle.
“Should’ve known you’d do that,” Megan chuckled.
“Now why didn’t I think a’ that?” cackled Jaime.
“You never told us you had naked pictures out there,” Emma added with a smile as Blake’s eyes went from one member to the next, wishing she could just crawl off somewhere.
“You’re right…” the blonde said quietly, as she turned away.
And sharply backhanded Grace across her mouth, sending the computer queen tumbling to the floor hard amidst surprised gasps from the others.  With a piercing yell as she landed, Grace brought a hand to her mouth as the blonde stood over her, eyes blazing.
“…I never told ANY of you about them!” Blake added, her chest heaving in anger.  “You got something to say to us, Grace?”
“What brought that on, Boobs?” Jaime asked, secretly impressed that Blake had brought out a little blood on Grace’s lips. “She try to feel you up in the showers again?”
“I’ll tell you what brought that on,” Blake snapped, facing the shocked faces of the other women. “Those pictures were taken by some guy I met last year… I didn’t even know about them at first because he posed me when I was asleep – but until today I thought there were only three people who knew about them. Me, the guy who took them… and the reason we’re all here tonight.”
She then glared down at Grace. “When Rhona picked me up she showed me those pictures – she said it was her brother who took them on his phone, and that’s how they tracked me down. You were the only one of us who told Jennifer about them, and you said they were cellphone pictures. And you said I was SLEEPING.”
Slowly, every other woman in the room turned to look at Grace, still on the floor.
“You heard her,” the usually gentle Shay said in a tone none of the others had heard from her before. “You got something to say to us?”
“Oh crap…” the hacker said quietly.
“BESIDES that!” shouted Jaime.

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“Hey, come on…” Grace said nervously as she started to get up. “You’re not really gonna take the word of this damn breeder, are—“
Grace suddenly found herself coming up a lot faster than she’d planned, helped along by Roselyn grabbing her shirt and hauling her up, whirling her around and slamming her against the shelves, shooting sudden pain through her spine – though it made her feel better than what she saw in the leader’s eyes as Roselyn held her there.
“If it weren’t for a ‘damn breeder’ you wouldn’t be here today. And my GIRLFRIEND is the MOTHER of my SON, you lying little tramp,” she hissed. “My son who I WILL be seeing again, no thanks to you. If you *ever* call Blake or anyone that name again, I swear I’ll—“
“ROSELYN!” Megan shouted.
The leader glared at the shaking, sweating Grace before loosening her hold a little. “There’s one of you, and nine of us. If you want to get out of this room alive, talk.” 
“Rhona was never going to show up the day after the job,” the hacker began, avoiding the other eyes. “We were all supposed to get caught from the start. Even me.”
“Why?” asked Olivia.
“Because a couple of years ago I did something stupid; doesn’t matter what it was – just that it was stupid enough that I could have gotten killed for it. Rhona found out, and told me if I started working for her she’d take care of it. I did, and she did. Come this job she told me she’d get me out of here after six months or so; get moved to a country club prison somewhere for good behaviour, maybe even break me out. “
“But we split up,” Blake pointed out. “How could she have known we’d still all be caught?”
“Oh, she knew. Just before she assembled us she gave me…” Grace then gave Emma a pleading look and mouthed “I’m sorry.”
“Go on,” Emma said flatly.
“Rhona gave me some tracers so her people all over the state could keep track of you. After I ate you out,” she continued, looking at Emma again, “I put them in the bags you put the take in when you split it up… once we left I told Rhona which of us were heading where, so if the cops hadn’t found you in about three days or whatever they were going to get a little tip as to where you might be. The cops had Blake’s face from some security camera, and that Puritan who saw Shay ratted her out, so they only needed the tracer on…”
“So THAT’S how they found us after we dumped the ride!” Jaime snarled. “Fucking Judas!”
“And then the Hand of Rhona was getting you out and leaving us here to rot?” Megan asked. “I’m sorry, Hayden…”
“What for?” asked the small blonde.
“For not letting you shoot her back then.”

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“She’s probably got the warden wrapped around her finger too,” Jennifer muttered.
“Her or that guard she’s always fucking,” Hayden added. “Probably told her everything…”
“No, I didn’t!” Grace pleaded, seeing the others start to crowd around her.  “None of them know, honest! The timer I put in to keep the locks open is still on the system – we can still do this!”
“Wrong,” Roselyn said coldly. “WE can still do this.”
Grace’s eyes went from one ice-cold female expression to the next; until now she had never imagined that any of them besides Jaime Pressly was capable of killing. But now all of them – even Emma, even that midget reporter, and even Blake – they all had the look she’d seen on her ex-boss’s face the night she’d done “something stupid.” She had barely escaped that night, and that had been out in the open.
“Just… just make it quick,” she found herself saying in a fearful, trembling voice.
“You don’t get a last request,” Roselyn replied, and the group fell on Grace.
 * * * * * * * * *
One hour later, the library was deserted. The still form of Grace Park lay by the shelves; her uniform had been torn apart around her cut and bruised body. She had been kicked, scratched and even bitten, and her face was decorated with an eye which wouldn’t be open for the next few days. But it WOULD open.
As she slowly stirred, starting to get to her feet and gather what was left of her clothing, she winced – just the tiniest movements hurt, but she could deal with the pain. There was only one thought on her mind… she had to find Gossip Girl.
Or rather, who GG would be with.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was coming towards the end of their shift. Cate Blanchett clomped into the locker room, exhausted, pissed off but glad she’d be able to head home soon. She kicked off her shoes and started to peel off her sweaty guard uniform; she was always glad to leave this at Remy Hadley.
“Cate?”
Scarlett Johansson stood by her locker, having come in just after the older guard.
“Is this important?”
“Actually, it is,” the pouty young woman replied, walking towards her. “Why do you give the prisoners such a hard time? Even the ones who stay out of trouble?"
"Honestly want to know?"
"Honestly."
Cate sighed. "I just don't understand these women. All their feelings, their desires..."

[Cindylover1969]

"They're convicts, they have urges," Scarlett pointed out. "What's to understand? You've worked in prisons before this. It's something else, isn't it?"
"All right, I admit it. I hate these women so much because... because sometimes I dream about them."
"You do?" asked Scarlett.
"Yes. And not the kind of dreams I used to have - about catching them breaking out and bringing them back," Cate continued. "Other ones. Steamier ones. And last week I was in here with that new girl, Wossy-something..."
"Caroline Wozniacki?"
"That's the one. She was changing into her uniform and I just couldn't stop looking at her legs." Cate shook her head to try and clear it of the memory. "I feel so impure... like there's something in me I have to cut out..."
"Shhhh, Cate," Scarlett said, patting her shoulder. "It's okay - no one's going to tell on you here. Actually, as long as we're confessing things I've always liked her myself."
"Yes, but you like women anyway-"
"I've always liked YOU, Cate," the young guard interrupted. "And if you want someone to... to let it out on - you know, someone who you can be yourself with, I'm here. No questions asked, no judgements. Just let yourself be you - you know you want it. You wouldn't be at Remy Hadley if you didn't want it. Deep down you've always wanted a woman... and you've always wanted that woman to be me."
Cate's finely chiseled face softened as much as it could as Scarlett's words hit home. The girl was right; all the bravado, all the steely ice-cold glares... it was all an act. As the willowy Australian reflected on what had been said, she felt the cushion-lipped guard's hands flying around her body and shedding her clothes as she stood there unresisting. Not that she would have.
For each piece of Cate’s clothing Scarlett pulled off, she took off one of her own until the two guards faced each other in nothing but underwear. Scarlett hid the instinctive satisfied smirk she always put on whenever she was wearing a bra around women who, like Cate, were less well endowed.
“Can I keep these on?” the Australian asked. “I’m still not really…”
“It’s okay,” Scarlett assured her, taking her few remaining pieces of attire off. “I’ve got enough for the both of us – see? Nothing to worry about… I’m just like you underneath.”
“Except maybe a little younger,” Nina Agdal giggled at the side.
“NINA!!!” the two guards snapped, the mood temporarily broken.
“Sorry, sorry,” the blonde convict said to Scarlett Johansson and Cate Blanchett in the open-plan locker room. VERY open-plan, in fact, due to it being outside in a far corner of Remy Hadley’s playing field; Nina eyed the guards, hoping her little interruption hadn’t ruined the afternoon.

[Cindylover1969]

“We told you before, you can watch but you can’t talk,” Scarlett, who looked remarkably like Hayden Panettiere, said to her.
“Just for that you don’t get to join in this time,” Cate, or as she was better known Emma Roberts, added with her Australian accent taking a breather.
“Fuck.” Nina’s disappointment was defused by the sight of Emma’s slim, sexy body in practical underwear; Emma having a small rack and Hayden having more in the way of booty meant the roles cast themselves. Too bad that the rules of the game meant Emma/Cate couldn't be naked yet; she had to be more relaxed around women in this situation.
"Shhhh," Hayden/Scarlett said to the older one - older in this scenario, anyway. "We'll ease you in gently. If it helps, you can shut your eyes and pretend I've got a really, really small penis."
"No guy smells that good," Emma/Cate pointed out. "And your body's too smooth."
Hayden/Scarlett leaned in close and gently kissed Emma/Cate's lips. "Do I kiss like a man?"
"I've had worse," she admitted, as Emma reminded herself she was Cate Blanchett, the guard who was sick at the thought of kissing girls; not Emma Roberts, the prisoner who wanted to tongue-fuck Hayden Panettiere's asshole until Prohibition came back.
"Remember when you were at Josephson's? All those guys? You must have had dreams about some of them, and some of them had to be... a little girlish," Hayden/Scarlett continued. "Picture yourself with one of them, and then picture yourself with..."
"I never liked the ones who looked like girls," Emma/Cate admitted. "I like boys who look like boys - but I can try..."
Closing her eyes, Emma/Cate kissed the part of Hayden/Scarlett's neck where it joined her shoulders, blessing the day they'd started to play this game. It had been after the first meeting in the library; talk had gotten around to the guards, and Emma and Hayden had ranked which ones (girls only, duh) they'd bang if things were different. Both ranked Jane Lynch right at the bottom, with Jessica Alba taking home the gold for Hayden and Hilary Duff winning for Emma.
"You know who I'd go for after Jessica, though?" Hayden had added.
"Meryl Streep?" Emma had asked.
"Already did her," the blonde had laughed. "Not bad for an older woman. But I was thinking... Cate the Straight."
"BLANCHETT?!? Are you high or nuts?"
"I know she's sharp-faced, but she hasn't got a bad shape on her. Surprisingly sexy legs too... be fun to fuck the hate out of her."
"Please," Emma had said with eyes rolling. "Even Blake isn't as bad as her."
"No harm in playing," Hayden had pointed out. "You could be Cate, and I could be..."