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That time, Emma had been Hilary Duff. Each time out "Cate" had been "turned" by a different guard - one time it had even been a guy - and now, it was "Scarlett Johansson" who got to be with the Aussie.  Emma/Cate gingerly wrapped her arms around Hayden/Scarlett, picturing her breasts as biceps, but Hayden’s lips were way too soft to pass for a man’s, and as for her chest…
Hayden/Scarlett moved her fingers between Emma/Cate’s thighs, finding her silky pussy. The fingertips slowly, tenderly touched her lips there with the middle finger sliding in between, moving up her. The two tentatively, but in Emma/Cate’s case more eagerly, kissed; the latter’s lips initiated the next kiss on feeling the blonde’s fingers between her thighs. They weren’t rushing the job, but with each touch her snatch was getting moister; Emma/Cate had never been touched like this before – only by herself, occasionally. And even then it was never like this…
Slowly, like venturing onto unexplored territory, she lowered her head and placed her mouth around Hayden/Scarlett’s pouty left nipple, licking it and loving each tiny little freckle around the tip. Her first boyfriend had been almost as tender, but something about this girl made her feel as if she was missing something. Emma/Cate kissed the flesh around the nipple, telling herself this was a one-time-only thing… but also telling herself she wanted Hayden/Scarlett’s mouth where her fingers were.
Oh YES….! The blonde was a mind reader; gently removing Emma/Cate’s head from her chest, Hayden/Scarlett slid down the woman’s slim, heaving body, giving pleasure on the way with well-practised ease; within seconds Emma/Cate’s glistening snatch was in front of her, waiting and begging to be tasted. The blonde’s tongue moved along the opening, teasing it a little before going inside – experience taught her you couldn’t convert them the first time, but you could put them off it for good if you went wrong. And this one was so fine Hayden/Scarlett wasn’t about to let her down.
Even though Nina had been told not to, she knelt down and gave Hayden’s bobbing booty a kiss before moving around to Emma and planting her lips between the safecracker’s jugs. Wishing the breakout was the next day so she could enjoy Emma Roberts’s succulent little rack one more time, Nina went back to being a spectator, marvelling at how her interruption hadn’t broken either one’s concentration.
Emma/Cate looked up into the skies, her body heaving as she began to gasp under her lover’s mouth. It was true… it was all true… she had simply never found the right woman until now. Hayden/Scarlett’s tongue was taking her places she’d never been before – there were still some things only a man could give her, but not that many. The blonde’s hands stroking her thighs were just adding to her delight, making her feel sorry for the times she’d scorned all those women in their cells. Feeling the rushes of heat and ecstasy shooting all through her body, Emma/Cate screamed out the fellow guard’s name as she shuddered under the blonde’s lips and fingers, begging her not to stop – she wanted her to keep on just doing this forever…
For her part, Hayden/Scarlett’s pussy was dripping the way it always was when she tasted a beautiful woman who wasn’t about to go down on her in return; she was aching for some relief, but those were the rules of the game. The blonde licked Emma/Cate’s own warm, steaming cunt one last time before kissing it farewell – it was too lovely to leave, but duty called.

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“Now was that so bad?” Hayden/Scarlett asked, resting her head against one of her friend’s thighs.
“No… not at all,” Emma/Cate replied, fondling the blonde tresses with one hand and the long, smoothly-planed item she called a nightstick lying next to her with the other.
“I can think of something better for you to do with that big stick of yours,” Hayden/Scarlett added, sliding up the fantasy guard’s willowy body.
“Not up my bum, please,” Emma/Cate said. “I’m not ready for it there yet.”
“The customer’s always right,” Hayden/Scarlett smiled, spreading her fingers between Emma/Cate’s legs again. “Give it here and lie back… you’re wet again already,” she added with a laugh.
Taking the stick and straddling the supine woman, neither of them - nor Nina - realised Leighton Meester had been watching them from a few feet away, taking it all in; what road accidents were to other people, sex was to the milk-skinned fake brunette.  Leighton wouldn’t have minded getting that from either of them herself; she was enjoying watching Hayden/Scarlett sink the stick into Emma/Cate as much as Nina.
Smiling to herself as Emma/Cate moaned in happiness with the length sliding into her, she moved on; she had an appointment to keep.
* * * * * * * * * *
Of all the prisoners in Remy Hadley, Gemma Arterton’s favourite by miles was Leighton Meester. This was partly because being a pale, long-legged brunette, Gemma matched her; and partly because whenever they met up, she always had something to say. Gemma usually had to do the work whenever the two hooked up in the daytimes, and it always had to be in Leighton’s cell - but it was worth it.
“Alexandra Chando’s been passing around the herb again,” Leighton told the guard airily, as if Gemma wasn’t licking the inside of her thigh. “The stuff her boyfriend sneaks in to her and she won’t let you guys have.”
“Share and share alike in this place,” the guard tut-tutted.
“And Alice Greczyn’s planning on not coming back when she and Nicole Anderson are on work release next week.”
“How come Anderson’s not in on it?”
“She is – wow, that’s good,” Leighton assured Gemma as the guard gave her exposed clit a little flick. “But Nikki’s got some weird plan to suck all the guards’ cocks before she’s out of here. She’s a good girl.”
Guard and prisoner had to laugh at that.
“You know what I saw on the way in? Hayden Pantyline giving Eric Roberts’ little girl head.”
“And I want to know that why?”

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“They were playing at being Scarlett the Harlot and Cate the Straight,” Leighton chuckled, patting Gemma’s head. “She’d have a whole HERD if she knew that.”
“Scarlett?”
“Yeah, right; like Johansson would ever turn down pussy. Oh yeah… Sarah Hyland’s got a couple of hand-made shivs in her cell; they’re for Blanchett. Think you could give the pleasure palace a go now?”
“Someone always wants to kill Cate the Straight around here,” Gemma replied. “What’s Hyland’s excuse?”
“She was Summer Glau’s cellmate and sub,” Leighton explained. “And when she… HOLY FUCK!!!””
Gemma’s mouth stopped short on its journey between Leighton’s leg and her cunt. She knew it hadn’t been anything she’d done – no one was THAT good – and she could hear someone breathing behind them. Wondering what was up, the guard snapped her round and her eyes widened.
“I knew I’d find you with her, GG. Regular as clockwork,” Grace Park said through her swollen, bleeding lips before she sat down in relief, partly because she was exhausted and partly because no one else was around. Normally Leighton’s perky unclothed rack would have been a plus, but this time sex was the last thing on her mind.
“We have to talk,” she said to Gemma. “It’s happening. Tonight.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Lockdown minus ten minutes.
Olivia Wilde had the bottom bunk to herself, with Taylor Momsen fast asleep on the top. Actually, she wasn’t so much “fast asleep” as “unconscious” – Olivia had kept her cellmate out of the loop on this because she suspected that come blastoff Taylor would decide to join them, so fifteen minutes before she’d suggested a little light bondage; a few ties to the bunkbed and one well-aimed fist later Taylor had gone beddy-byes. Now all Olivia had to do was wait…
Jennifer Lawrence had the whole cell to herself, as Grace was in the infirmary; although she hadn’t been involved with the gang from the beginning, she had weighed in with the attack as much as the rest of them. Considering how in all the press coverage of the trial no one had turned up any nude pictures of Blake, not even the prosecuting attorney, she should have known Grace was lying; and she had actually liked Grace Park, which made it worse. (And given she’d outed herself as a heterophobe, it might not have been Jennifer’s imagination that Blake Lively and Olivia Wilde had punched and kicked Grace the hardest.) Still, as she looked at the ceiling she had nothing else to do but try and forget about it, and wait…
Right on the dot at 10, the lights on the locks of the cells went from green to red; the inmates would be kept in there until 6 the next morning. Roselyn Sanchez and Zoe Kravitz watched the red light on their cell’s lock, and waited.
“How long is it supposed to be again?” Zoe asked.

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“I think it’s about-“ Roselyn started, and that was when the cell lock went to green.
“Go,” Zoe said softly, kissing Roselyn one last time and settling back into her bunk. “Don’t worry, I know what to do…”
Roselyn opened her door, beginning the exodus - and the whistles and demands to be let out from the other prisoners and angry queries about why they hadn’t been included; “Maybe next time!” she called out to Dianna Agron, wishing she was as lucky as Blake. She was already on the ground floor…
“You sure you want to do this?” Blake asked Shay as she slid the door of their cell back.
“Absolutely not,” the dusky woman replied. “Just call it taking one for the team.”
“I could do it…”
“You already did your part,” Shay pointed out. “Just go…”
“Try not to think about it,” Blake told her reassuringly, before she strode out and ignored the wolf-whistles as she started the long walk to their destination, glad she was on the ground level – it wouldn’t take her as long to get there as the others.
“Still wanna suck on those tits, girl!” Sarah Jessica Parker cackled as Blake passed, and cursed her bad luck that the blonde was out of groping reach…
“Don’t forget what we talked about, okay?” Emma asked Nina as she stood in the cellway on the first level.
“Like I ever would,” Nina replied. “If this lands me in solitary it’ll be worth it. Don’t get caught again, Emma…”
“You got your set?” Megan asked Hayden.
“You know it. Let’s do this thing,” the blonde replied, before the two fist-bumped and stepped out onto the walkway.
Megan stopped outside Jane’s cell; the redhead and the brunette exchanged glances, Jane wishing she could be going with them, Megan wishing she could bring her…
“Don’t let ‘em get you,” Jane said, giving Megan’s hand a squeeze.
“Look me up when you’re out,” the driver replied. “Soon, right?”
Jane just nodded as she felt the hand of her cellmate on her shoulder. Megan smiled and moved away so she and Christina Aguilera could pretend they hadn’t noticed anything.
* * * * * * * * * *
Vance had been snapped out of his waiting for 10:30 and signing out time reverie on hearing the chatter and whistles from down the row; it wasn’t the first time there had been talking after lights out, but it was usually pillow talk – and it sounded like it was getting louder.

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Well, he’d soon put a stop to that… keeping a grip on his nightstick, he walked towards the kissing noises and catcalls – not that he had to walk far, faced as he soon was by Shay Mitchell.
“Hi, Vance!” she called cheerfully. “I really gotta go baaad… seriously, I can’t hold it…”
“Back in the cell, Miss… and how’d you get out anyway-“
“Listen,” Shay interrupted, standing right next to the guard. “I’ve got great bladder control but it isn’t going to go on forever... can’t you just take me to the little girl’s room? You can watch if you want.”
“I don’t get off on that,” Vance told her, looking right into her eyes. Her beautiful, dark eyes… just like almonds… Vance tried to keep his mind on work, and his eyes from moving down to the open top of her uniform.
“Well, what DO you get off on?” Shay asked coyly, tracing a finger down his hard front. “You want to be my first?”
“First… what?”
“First cock,” she replied.
Vance’s mind took itself to the canteen; the day the guards had gathered when the San Francisco Eight had come in, and they’d all taken bets on who’d get to fuck which ones. Each guard had picked three names to try and score with, and much mocking had come Vance’s way when he’d drawn Hayden, Shay and Jaime… but now he finally had a shot at scoring with one. And such a sexy one as well – unlike Hayden she had never had a conjugal visit, and even though he knew she was getting plenty of action among the prison population she was probably curious about penis.
And now here was Shay Mitchell sliding her right hand down his trousers; her beautiful face lit up when she found what was inside. Her fingers began stroking his package, his smile cracking larger as he rested a hand on her side, slipping it under her shirt and mentally whooping when the fingers found her lovely left breast. Brad would be so jealous when he told him about this – too bad he’d had to sign out early.
Shay tilted her head back a little, letting him kiss her on the lips as he kept exploring her chest while she returned the favour, both ignoring the calls from the other prisoners. “These could use some air,” she told him, lifting her shirt over her head.
Vance’s eyes were glued to her gorgeous breasts, the brown nipples hypnotising him; his hands roaming her body, he kissed each one as Shay held his head closer to her chest, the better for him not to see or hear a gorgeous moled blonde slinking past the two of them. Vance’s vision was full of nothing but incredibly perfect coffee-coloured skin;  he eagerly fondled Shay’s rack before he placed his hand between her legs, wondering if he might…
“No, not tonight,” Shay told him gently, clutching him tighter. “And that’s only for girls.”
Vance’s hands spread around back, moving up beneath the lower part of her prison duds and finding her silky cheeks, working his fingers up her cleft.

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“Now THAT can be unisex,” she added with a laugh. Best to leave him with something to hope for, after all. “But first...”
Shay slowly unbuckled the guard’s pants, while Vance resisted the temptation to help her out in that department; his cock was begging to go inside her somewhere – maybe not the pussy, but the mouth, the asshole, even the nostrils would do. As she went onto her knees, she pulled down his zipper and Vance’s ego swelled a bit when a few of the prisoners whistled at what they saw.
“Put that thing up ME instead!” yelled Lea Michele. “She can’t appreciate what she’s got there…”
Shay stroked Vance’s erection, licking it gingerly; it wasn’t actually her FIRST cock, but it had been the first time she’d been around one since the time back in high school when she still thought she was straight, when she’d made out with Tony Pearce and they’d had “Troy” on in the background. Tony had accused her of thinking about Joe Ryan while they’d fucked, because he had a feeling she wasn’t really into him. She’d confessed, and she’d never seen him again out of school hours – but she’d really been thinking about Joe’s girlfriend, and how she looked exactly like Diane Kruger. Fucking Hollywood – all those semi-naked guys and only one shadowed shot of Diane’s ass, but Shay had extrapolated that to the one Joe’s girlfriend had… and it was all systems go from there.
Now she put herself back in the game, and started to take Vance’s plumhead and the shaft behind it between her lips. Very fleshy and veiny, she wasn’t used to having something alive poking through her mouth; Shay swallowed and gulped in quick bursts of air as she felt it moving inside her, wishing she could pretend it was Emma or maybe Jennifer wielding a dildo – but it wasn’t hard enough. And even though she was surprising herself at how much of his cock she could fit in, with the tip of it practically tickling the opening of her throat and his balls touching her chin, Shay was almost hoping she was making him miserable…
FUCK. His hands were stroking her hair in a manner that showed he liked it, and he was begging her to keep it up, telling her she was wasted on women, she was a natural… and now he was grunting, holding her hair harder as Shay felt that sticky stuff pumping out of him, flooding her mouth. She gagged when the stuff hit her, but she forced herself to swallow some of it as she kept sucking, consuming the prick until Vance had drained himself into her with a final satisfied sigh.
Shay looked up at him shyly, like a harem girl, still stroking his cock. “Want seconds?” she whispered.
Vance nodded, and Shay closed her lips around his shaft.
And then her teeth.
Not since he’d sprained his foot jumping out of bed one morning had Vance screamed so loudly – the poor man dropped to the ground holding his aching crotch and hoping she hadn’t bitten through the flesh. The agony was sharp but it was shortlived, thanks to Shay quickly pulling out his nightstick  and bringing it down on the back of his head. She relaxed as the screaming stopped, but she still checked to see he had a pulse – she’d hit him hard, but she didn’t want to hit him THAT hard.
Relieved to find he was just out cold, Shay got up and spat out the unswallowed majority of Vance’s semen.

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“I don’t know how Blake can stand that,” she muttered as she left the area, ignoring Lea and Kate Hudson’s shouts to drag him a little closer so they could have a go. Damn, she could have used some mouthwash…  but at least Vance had one big long hard thing that would be useful - she still had his nightstick.
* * * * * * * * *
Jaime, like Olivia and Jennifer, didn’t have anyone to talk to; ever since her time in solitary she had been by herself. Just Jaime and her thoughts, which had been focused on nothing but getting out; as the light changed to green, she shoved the door aside and headed out, hoping that some of the guards still on duty would get in her way – she was begging to leave them some souvenirs.
From above she could hear the sounds of confusion, anger and what sounded like a mix of her two favourite things – sex and violence. From below, some way in front of her, she saw a familiar blonde figure heading for the way out, and closer to her the bare ass of the guard for that section with someone kneeling down in front of him.
“Good girl,” Jaime smiled to herself, and started to follow.
* * * * * * * * * *
In the ten minutes leading up to the doors being locked and unlocked all had been peace and quiet in that section. But the way Grace had told it, her little gift to the system had included instructions to not only record the last ten minutes but also to immediately play it back on the security screens on a loop lasting from 10pm until around 1am, so any of the humans covering the section would see closed jail cells, slumbering convicts and quiet walkways.
As opposed to Scarlett Johansson getting quintuple-teamed.
“All right, ladies, just get back inside,” she told them amiably as soon as the doors started to open. “It’s just a technical glitch… do it for Scarlett, come on.”
“You seriously think that’ll work?” Jennifer Lawrence laughed.
“Well, it was worth a try. I just think we could maybe nip this in the bud without anyone getting hurt. I’m with Chuck Norris – don’t fight unless I have to…”
From behind, a long pair of arms wrapped themselves around Scarlett’s torso while Nina Agdal, the owner of said arms, kissed Scarlett’s neck.
“We don’t want any trouble either – we just want to have a little fun before lights out.”
“You want me to get fired?” the throaty blonde asked, trying not to giggle as Nina cupped one of her breasts.
“Get fired for helping to stop a mass breakout by the power of what you’ve got under your uniform?” Jennifer pouted. “That’ll happen. Besides,” she continued as she moved right next to Scarlett, “you promised if I was good I could have some fun with you.”
“If you were GOOD,” Scarlett pointed out.

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“Oh, she’s good,” Nina assured her, kissing the guard again as Jennifer took Scarlett’s cheeks – face variety – in her hands.
“Well… just ten minutes,” Scarlett said before hers and Jennifer’s lips fused. As their tongues intertwined, the guard reflected on her excellent personal hygiene – not all the prisoners bothered to use mouthwash… she clasped her hand to the back of Jennifer’s head, gripping her to enjoy the kiss more.
Scarlett felt a little shiver through her body as Nina’s hands searched along her bra, looking for the clasp - either that or she was enjoying a few more feels. Scarlett kissed Jennifer again as the convict in front of her undid the buttons on her uniform, exposing more of the guard’s warm flesh until the buttons were all gone. Instinctively, Scarlett shrugged out of the top and felt it be pulled off her torso, smiling at the whistles on seeing her red bra revealed.
“It’s on the back, silly!” giggled someone who wasn’t Nina, as a couple of fingers touched Scarlett’s bra clasp, and just like THAT it was off, letting her chest bombs swing free. Eyes lighting up like it was her birthday, Jennifer gave each generously-filled jug several licks, somehow managing to keep from getting in the way of Nina’s fingers. And those of Emma Roberts, bra-remover extraordinaire.
“Hey, why should we have all the fun?” Jennifer laughed.
“Yeah, why should YOU have all the fun?” Chrissy Teigen (solicitation) shouted from her cell. “Give a girl a break, huh?”
Paying her no mind, Jennifer ripped the top of her uniform and shoved Scarlett’s head in between her own newly exposed rack. The guard couldn’t keep herself from licking what little free space there was between Jennifer’s breasts;  nuzzling and tasting, she felt herself being spurred along by Nina and Emma continuing to stroke and squeeze what Scarlett had, and couldn’t see Nina tapping her cellmate’s shoulder and pointing down.
Behind her, Emma looked down and joined Nina in looking at Scarlett’s curvy rump, encased in that damnable but snug prison legwear. The cellmates rested one hand each on the top of Scarlett’s pants, their fingertips under the edge.
“One…” Nina chuckled.
“Two…” Emma added.
“THREE!” With all the dexterity of David Copperfield and none of the lounge-lizardness, the two young prisoners swiftly yanked down Scarlett Johansson’s trousers and the accompanying underwear, baring plenty of round sweet behind. Knowing neither of them could afford to mess around, Emma and Nina dropped to their knees and gave each of Scarlett’s cheeks a kiss and a nip. Emma rolled her eyes when she saw Nina burying her face inside the guard’s crack – she knew they had to move fast, but a butt like Scarlett’s deserved a little time before the main event…
“Can you spread your legs a little there?”

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By now more in the spirit of things than the Johansson of even ten minutes ago could have imagined, Scarlett instinctively began to try and widen her stance while tasting Jennifer’s plump right breast.
“They meant me,” Jennifer said, already with her feet a little apart.
“Huh?” Scarlett asked, taking a little look down.
And spotting that there was a gap between the guard and convict, filled by Megan Fox and Hayden Panettiere; Megan was caressing one of Scarlett’s thighs and kissing the flesh thereon, while Hayden was gently running her fingertips through the blonde bush around Scarlett’s tasty-looking pussy. She licked her lips as she remembered the last time she’d macked on the guard, and how jealous Megan had looked when she’d bragged about it after lights out.
“You’re in for a treat,” Hayden told her cellmate as she moved in, her lips touching Scarlett’s box while Megan got in closer.
“Team effort? Why the hell not,” the brunette laughed.
“Doesn’t she EVER shave?!” Cheryl Cole cackled, resigning herself to having a ringside seat checking out Scarlett’s undergrowth.
“At least she douches, douche!” Hayden shot back. “You should try it sometime, you stinking Scouser!”
“She isn’t from Liverpool, you ignorant Yank – try up North,” her cellmate Tulisa Contostavlos replied. “It’s called an atlas…”
“Book with lots of pictures and almost no words? Yeah, that’s your speed…”
“SHUT  UP!!!” Megan interrupted, and pushed Hayden’s face into Scarlett’s crotch, moving her head slightly so the two didn’t crack together. The thought “Two great tastes that go well together” went through both their minds when their tongues met inside the guard’s box; they rolled together and probed a little deeper, both glad that they were inside something that could stretch, before carefully negotiating away from each other.
This was something else you could never pull off with a man until guys evolved another cock, Megan thought; it was damn tight for sure, but Scarlett’s box had such a great taste – and Hayden was right, she DID clean this. Very well indeed; whoever her man was, he was one lucky bastard. Megan’s tongue still kept brushing Hayden’s, but what was better than being with one sexy blondes? Yep, two sexy blondes. Megan couldn’t help feeling envious of Scarlett as she tasted her button while opposite her Hayden’s tongue lightly traversed each of the guard’s fat pussy lips.
That would have been enough to send Scarlett soaring, but now Jennifer was rubbing her rack against the guard’s while she stroked the prisoner, hoping she’d get more time to taste those glasscutting nipples of hers. Giving Jennifer’s buttcheeks a good squeeze, she was forgetting more and more about her job, helped along by Emma’s fingers on her legs (“I never did thank you for showing us these our first night,” the safecracker breathed in between kisses on the thighs. “Really got me through”). Nina, meanwhile, seemed to have almost as much of an unquenchable passion for

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her back passage as Vance did; her fingers were everywhere and her lips and tongue were going so deep it wasn’t inconceivable she and either Megan or Hayden might wind up meeting somewhere inside.
As for Scarlett, the hand that wasn’t fondling Jennifer’s behind was going through her crotch, now thoroughly soaking her fingertips. The moans from guard and convict in between kisses were getting to Hayden, who glanced behind her to get a close-up shot of Miss Lawrence’s snatch. Maybe if she was really quick she could have a munch on Jen before…
“Hayd?” Megan asked.
“Mm?”
“You go on ahead, I got this,” Megan said in between licks. “Look up Jenny when she gets out.”
Hayden pouted, but she knew Megan had a point.  Sidling out, she paused just long enough to give a) one of Scarlett’s buns a lingering kiss and b) Cole and Contostavlos the finger before she slipped away.
The other women’s mouths were so busy that Scarlett didn’t even notice Hayden was gone; she was too busy squooshing her chest against Jennifer’s and trying to give Megan’s head a rub with her Jennifer Lawrence’s pussy-flavoured fingers. And there was Emma Roberts, no longer fondling her legs but settling for just licking them slowly… mainly because Emma’s fingers were otherwise occupied. Not with Nina, still happily tongue-fucking Scarlett’s ass, but with the pants around her ankles and the holstered gun and extra rounds of bullets that the safecracker was carefully taking out from the belt and placing inside her uniform, all still with plenty of creamy Johansson skin in her field of vision.
“Almost time,” she whispered to Nina, who somehow managed to pull off a pout with her mouth on top of Scarlett’s back door.
“You girls really know how to suck up…” Scarlett husked in delight, her body heaving further under their assault. She started to kiss her way down Jennifer’s form – screw the rules, she was getting some of that moist muff before they all went back inside. The heat coming from between her legs as Megan kept supping was the second to last thing she’d feel for the next ten minutes.
Emma hitting Scarlett on the back of her head with her own nightstick was the LAST thing she’d feel for the next ten minutes. Without making a sound, she slumped forward as Jennifer caught her, holding her steady before she landed on Megan and leaving four convicts with a naked and very limp prison guard.
“Wow, no one’s ever done that when they kissed me before,” Jennifer chuckled as Megan scrambled out from between them. Ignoring the calls from Cheryl, Tulisa and the others to bring Scarlett over to them so they could have some fun, the escapees tenderly laid the guard onto the ground, face up with the uniform underneath her. Each one then gave Miss Johansson’s breasts a kiss, mainly because they wanted to.
“C’mon – Blake and Shay probably made it to the gates by now…” Megan said briskly.

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“Can I have the nightstick, please?” Nina begged.
“Good thing you didn’t ask for the gun,” Emma said, handing it over and kissing her cellmate one last time. “Play nice now.”
“Don’t I always?” the slim blonde laughed. “Now get out of here!”
“Take me with you!” Nicole Polizzi begged from a few doors down.
“NO!” Megan, Emma and Jennifer shouted as one, and made tracks.
“Don’t worry, ladies,” Nina assured her as she rolled Scarlett over, pleased that she hadn’t been on her back long enough for the iron grilled walkway to leave indentations. “Just means I get more time with this sweet little thing.”
Knowing the other convicts were watching, she slowly slipped one end of the stick into her snatch, revolving it inside for a few minutes till it was nicely lubed up; then she knelt down with her knees on either side of Scarlett’s legs, and prepared to slide it deep inside the supine guard’s rump – she knew from experience that Scarlett, bless her, didn’t mind such things from time to time. And if she didn’t take too long…
“Past your bedtime, Agdal?”
Nina’s stick dropped onto Scarlett’s bouncing booty on hearing fellow guard Sarah Wayne Callies’s voice.
* * * * * * * * *
Brad was almost sorry Jase wasn’t there now. The guy had clocked out to get some rest before the lucky, lucky sumbitch went on holiday, and so he was curled up in his nice warm bachelor pad while Brad had to wrestle with convicts taking advantage of what was probably a few crossed wires in the system to get out of their cells (and where were they thinking of going?).
And now he was overwhelmed. OVERWHELMED.  He had Olivia Wilde pinning his top half and Zoe Kravitz trapping him below; Zoe was consuming his cock, gobbling it like a woman possessed. The cheers of the watching prisoners (and the grunts and angry wails as Jessica Simpson and Ashlee Simpson tried to open their cell doors – “Come on, dammit, you did it for them!”) seemed to be spurring them on as he shoved his tongue deeper inside Olivia, licking and tasting her. Combined with Zoe’s heated sucking, he was having a tough time deciding what was better.
Thrashing about over him, Olivia didn’t let Brad’s roaming fingers and hyperactive mouth distract her from spotting Roselyn watching and leaning in.
And sending him to the Land of Nod with a well-placed blow from his own stick, abruptly cutting off the tongue action between Olivia’s stems.
“You couldn’t have waited?!” she grumbled, getting off him and straightening her uniform out. “I wasn’t finished yet!”
“Put the energy into running!” Roselyn told her.

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Giving Zoe (still swallowing the unconscious guard’s cock) one last look, Olivia and Roselyn raced for the stairway.
* * * * * * * * * *
Once Grace had spilled her guts to Gemma, they – and Leighton – had headed for the warden’s office immediately, only for Maggie to tell them Warden Winslet would be in meetings for the next few hours. Seeing the knowing grins that resulted, she’d immediately set them straight by adding they were actual work-related meetings – “Remy Hadley doesn’t run itself,” Maggie had pointed out. “This is a prison, not a porn flick.”
“I suppose it can’t be all work and no play,” Gemma had mused.
“You should be able to get in before going-home time… and what happened to you, Parky?”
“Can you PLEASE not call me that?” Grace had grumbled through her puffed lips.
“Seriously, what the hell happened to you? You look like that leggy spy on TV worked you over…what’s her name now?” Maggie had snapped her fingers to get the name. “…Sydney Bristow, that’s it! Get down to the infirmary and get yourself patched up; they’re so slow down there Winslet might be ready when you get back.”
Maggie had been half right; Dr. Ryan WAS slow taking care of Grace, cleaning out her wounds and putting on stitches, and marvelling that for all the bruises on her sides from where she’d been kicked her ribs hadn’t been broken. But in spite of the time he spent tending to Miss Park, the warden was still detained when Grace and Gemma returned – once all the news of the day had been relayed, Leighton had been returned to the cell she shared with no one. At last the warden’s door had opened and Maggie had beckoned them inside.
“Now,” snapped Kate, “what is so important that it can’t wait until-“
“My friends are busting out tonight,” Grace interrupted.
That was all it took. Kate nodded once, and pressed Maggie’s intercom key.
“Maggie, call Ben and tell him we have a situation here, and that I don’t know when I’ll be home. And then get Blanchett in here.”
“Fuck,” Gemma thought. Head guard Cate Blanchett may have been, but she didn’t like having to spend time with her any more than the prisoners did.
“Since you brought Grace to me, you get to hear this first before Cate the Straight tells the others,” the warden continued. “No one is signing out until this is under control.”
“Fuck,” Gemma actually said this time in a low voice. This would have to happen the night she had a date.
“Pardon?” Kate asked.
“Nothing…”

[Cindylover1969]

* * * * * * * * * *
Stage one of the journey had ended for Blake Lively; the catcalls and reaching hands were done, and she was the first member of the San Francisco Eight (ten, whatever) to arrive.
As the team members closest to the area, Blake and Shay had been given the keycard to open the way for the others; she swiped it through the lock, and placing the small bundle she’d brought with her to keep it open for the others, she entered the deserted section of the prison – which, though deserted, was an area she knew well. But as she took the last few steps, it was still a surprise to her that she’d actually come to the way out before without knowing it. She’d come IN here before as well, several times.
Cell 3849, Block D. Alyssa’s Place.
All the while she’d been banging the guards, the exit had been right under her; once the news had broken, each time she or any of the other ladies had been in here they’d surreptitiously made the key stones in the floor a little looser, whether scratching with fingernails or discreetly hidden blades, nails, whatever.  Thank goodness it wouldn’t have to be too wide…  and that they were loose enough for them to be comparatively quickly dug loose.
Thinking over how the path to freedom had been right under their noses, Blake looked around the spacious cell and whistled as she bent down to where the hole they (well, mainly Megan) would have to make was.
“Took the words right outta my mouth, Blake.”
It wasn’t hearing Jaime Pressly’s voice behind her that startled Blake as she turned and faced the newcomer; it was what she said as she studied the other blonde.
“How about that - I got me the winning ticket and no sharesies,” Jaime continued.
“Wait… ‘Blake’? Not ‘Boobs Leggerson’? No ‘Legs McBlondie’? What brought this on?” Blake asked. She hadn’t called her “Blake” since the day of the robbery, and now this. And what did she mean, winning ticket…?
“Jim Cooper,” Jaime said lazily. “Terry Lee. Chyler Leigh. Kelly Brook… you never forget your first.”
“First what?”
“Jim – first boy I ever fucked. Terry – first boy I ever fucked in front of his own wife. Chyler – my first girl. Kelly – first girl I ever did in the butt. I got all manner of firsts…”
Blake started to edge around towards the exit; she wasn’t liking how this was sounding.
“One first I ain’t never done, though; just never found the right one till your sweet ass came along,” Jaime said breezily, and entered the cell, locking the door behind her with a well-deployed hairpin before the other blonde could get any further.  “Remember when the boss lady picked us up ‘fore the meet?”
“Roselyn didn’t-“

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“Not her. THE boss lady. Saw you sitting in the back seat of Rhona’s ride, and I knew you were the one. Wanted to do this to you right there, right from the start.”
“What do you mean?” Blake asked softly, trying to hide her nervousness and not quite succeeding.
“Started making this my first day in machine shop, sexy,” Jaime added, reaching into her uniform. “Just for you.”
Blake watched as Jaime took out a device and tied the attached straps around her hips. It was a dildo, all right, but less smooth than the norm. A lot less smooth. And it was metallic rather than plastic.
And at the tip there was… there were… no. No. No, no, no, oh please NO.
“You ever see that comedy ‘Se7en’?” Jaime smiled, carefully touching the points of the three long serrated blades. “Always wanted to fuck a girl and watch her die at the same time.”
As Jaime started towards her, Blake was so lost for words that she couldn’t even scream.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Ah, that’s the stuff,” Grace said as the Coke seeped down her throat. “Could use some whisky in it or something though…”
“If this gets concluded satisfactorily we’ll see,” Kate replied.
“No alcohol for prisoners,” Cate Blanchett snapped.
“Ease up, Blanchett,” the warden tut-tutted. “She IS trying to keep a gang of killers from getting out. No wonder the other guards hate you,” she added (last seven words under her breath).
“But you’re part of them,” the Australian pointed out, turning her glare and cheekbones to the now-tended-to convict on the couch. “Why didn’t you go with them?”
“I’m not as bad as they are,” Grace replied. “I just wanted to hold my head down and do my time.”
“You were sentenced to life, Park.  Plus 27 years for assorted other offences, I believe.”
“Prison can be a very comfortable life for some people,” Kate told the guard. “Just ask Gossip Girl.”
“Come again?” asked Cate.
The warden sighed. “Leighton Meester.”
“Anyway,” Grace continued, stretching out, “I told them I put a virus into the systems that would turn off all the cameras en route. But you know how it is, say one thing and do another…”
“I do know how it is,” Kate replied, smiling at Grace. “Why do you think I kept that keycard… not quite hidden enough?”
“What keycard?” asked a surprised Cate.

[Cindylover1969]

“I’ve known for some time that this escape was in the works,” the warden told the guard. “When I heard about some of the details I decided to… make it a little easier for them. Emma Roberts would never have been able to get a keycard to let them out if I hadn’t hidden it in plain sight, as it were.”
“WHAT?!” Cate spluttered. “Do you WANT these criminals to escape?”
“Barbara Cartland once said love scenes should go as far as the bedroom door but no further,” Kate explained. “I know what can happen if they’re allowed out, but I also want them to think they’ll make it; when Roselyn Sanchez and her crew believe they’re about to be free…”
The warden drew a finger across her throat.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Why are you doing this?” Blake begged as the other approached her. 
“’Cause you’re hot and I want to,” Jaime hissed. “And when I’m through you get to be a double first – always wanted to fuck a dead girl…”
“No…” the tall blonde whimpered, backing away. Even though Jaime was smaller than Blake, she had the weapon on her side and no conscience at all. And she’d been wanting to do this from the moment they MET…? The woman wasn’t just a murderer and rapist, she was stone cold crazy.
“Yes.” And suddenly Jaime was gripping one of Blake’s arms tightly. Very tightly.
“Go ahead and scream all you want – we didn’t hear you all the other times the guards were in here banging your brains out. Ain’t that why they love it here?”
Blake cursed herself for knowing Jaime was right.
“Our team’s being held up by that orgy back there – we got plenty of time to finish this, honeybuns. On your knees.”
“But they’re gonna come here and—“
“See your hot li’l dead body? Sure they will. And that hole I’m gonna dig out when I’m done, and I’m gonna be down there,” Jaime added. “Think Jailbait and Brown Sugar are the only ones who got good memories? I’m getting outta here all by myself. Now ON YOUR KNEES… “
She wrenched Blake’s arm downward, the pain exploding through her. Blake winced, but her legs were buckling; trembling, she went down in front of Jaime until the tri-bladed device was in front of her eyes. Blake tried to convince herself this wasn’t happening, that it was all a dream, that maybe some of the guards had spotted her and were going to come to her rescue – even if the escape had to be aborted, at least she’d be alive.
“No one is coming to save you, whore,” Jaime said coldly. “That thing there is going in all your holes before we’re done – come on, I know you love sucking cock…”
“Jaime, please…  I can’t…” the blonde whimpered, feeling tears coming to her eyes.
“Put that thing in your mouth and I might take that fine ass of yours after you’re dead.”