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“Like I said, I don’t know anything about that.”

“You really didn’t know ANYTHING about a transfer from this place to what’s essentially a resort for criminals in Hawaii? A smart girl like you, Grace?” Kristen scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“No one’s asking you to believe it. It just is.”

“Yeah, well, I think there’s something else going on here. I don’t know what, and I don’t know who’s behind it, but things are a little too sketchy here at Remy Hadley, and I find it very suspicious that you, the warden, even that bitch Jaime Pressly won’t talk to us. Why do you suppose that is?”

“We all hate pigs?” Grace said.

“Oh, that’s just nice. Insulting a Federal Officer while your transfer to your Hawaiian vacation hasn’t quite been approved yet.” Kristen leaned in and glared into Grace’s one open eye. “Best be careful, Grace, or I’ll have you stuck here in Remy Hadley for your connection to this prison break until the rest of your San Fran Eight girls are thrown back in here. I’m sure they’ll be so happy to know you stuck around to consult with us.”

“I think that’s about enough, Agent Bell,” Doctor Agyeman said, stepping forward. “The patient needs rest.”

“That’s okay, I’m done. For now,” Kristen muttered. “I wouldn’t bother stocking up on suntan oil just yet, Grace. You aren’t going anywhere until I say you can.”

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“Did you get anything from the guard?” Tammin asked as the three agents headed to the helicopter.

“Johansson didn’t stay awake long,” Beverley replied, “but she was up long enough to confirm it was one of the San Fran 8 who took her out.”

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“So now we got attempted murder on the pile? Which one?” asked Kristen.

“She conked out before she could say, but we know Shay Mitchell and Emma Roberts took two of the nightsticks, and Roberts was one of the group that fucked Johansson.”

“Emma Roberts doesn’t look like a killer,” Tammin mused.

“She killed Fontana Maxwell,” Beverley pointed out.

“Too bad Shahi and Stewart were asleep,” Tammin continued, nodding at what Beverley said. “I’d love to know how they just happened to turn up where the gang was.”

“With you on that one, BJ,” Kristen agreed as they got into the helicopter. “I think we might have to look into our friend the warden.”

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Their friend the warden was doing some looking of her own, at some reports. She still had more meetings about this… this clusterfuck to handle, but she still had the end of the day to look forward to when she could finally get some home time, and maybe have the rest of the weekend  to herself and her husband and kids. Just relaxing, taking her mind off the worst few days of her career and reflect that it was all out of her hands…

“Warden?” Maggie’s voice said from the intercom.

Kate shook her head. “Go ahead.”

“There’s a woman out here to see you.”

“Send her in,” the warden said resignedly. Might as well get this over with.

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The door opened, and a woman who was not a member of any law enforcement agency or government body walked in. She had an impressive body of her own covered in pale creamy skin and topped with oceans of wavy red hair, and she had a twinkle in her eye that Kate would have welcomed – had it belonged to anyone but the current visitor.

“What are you DOING here?!” the warden managed to keep from shouting at Julianne Moore the second the door closed.

“Can’t I drop by and see an old friend?” the redhead smiled, leaning in. “Now come on, lighten up… it’s not a booty call anyway. It could’ve been; you know the arrangement.”

Kate *did* know the arrangement. Julianne could – and did – turn up for sex anytime she wanted, and Kate had no option but to go along with it; it was one of the little conditions Rhona Mitra had made, thanks to Julianne having done Kate a few favours. Like meeting Nigella Lawson the last time she was in San Francisco, for instance. Oh, and getting rid of the only person who knew how the other candidate to take over Remy Hadley had been dropped from contention (and off a bridge). Not that Kate minded sleeping with women, but she liked to pick the time and place; at least she wouldn’t have had to do it while her husband and kids were at home. Again.

“I just came by to drop off a message,” Julianne continued. “Wow, you’ve gotten some nice stuff in since last time – great carpet…”

“There are such things as phones, you know,” Kate said stiffly.

“I like the personal touch. And Rhona says this whole Remy Hadley thing can get really personal. For you, if this doesn’t end well,” Julianne added. “You could resign if they don’t get caught, and keep some shame – but that wouldn’t cover your homelife.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“Don’t come all daytime soap with me, Kate,” the visitor said. “You really want your guy to find out about what you get up to at work? Or about how Rhona’s friend Nigella gave us more than an autograph? I don’t think he’d be happy to hear about while he was looking at her tits you actually got to lick them…”

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“Tell Rhona everything’ll be fine,” Kate said, going pale. “As soon as Scarlett Johansson is well enough to leave hospital, she’ll return to the prison.”

“Sending her straight back to work?”

“No, she’ll be a prisoner. I am not going to be going down for - NOT A WORD,” she snapped, seeing Julianne’s mouth about to open. “There is enough circumstantial evidence to point towards the lovely Miss Johansson having been talked into helping them out; I believe we have ourselves a scapegoat.”

“Too bad she wasn’t beaten by Blanchett hard enough.”

“You mean the prisoners,” Kate corrected her with a knowing smile.

“Oh yeah, of course I do,” Julianne lied, smiling back.

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“I’m sorry, she’s in a meeting,” Maggie told Jessica Alba.

The guard nodded. “Those are the breaks – it’ll keep…”

As Jessica left the warden’s office, she cursed herself. What she had to say could NOT keep; and now those Feds had left Remy Hadley. Jessica had tried to reach them, but she’d had to mediate in (yet) a(nother) fight between Mila Kunis and Selena Gomez, and by the time the two spitting brunettes had been separated the agents had gone.
But it was a couple of hours until she clocked out, and as soon as she was off the premises she was going to make a couple of calls. She hadn’t forgotten hearing Cate Blanchett almost beating Scarlett Johansson to death; what had subsequently happened in the tunnel may have been what she deserved, but that had been an accident.

If the other guards weren’t about to give Blanchett up, Jessica would.

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The following Saturday, a small car drove up to an apartment building situated just outside the south of San Francisco. It was early in the morning, but even if it had been high noon hardly anyone would have been panting to get into the five-story complex; it was shuttered and empty, and other than graffiti artists few gave the place the time of day.
The car pulled around to the back and came to a stop, and had any of the local artists been around to decorate the walls they would have seen two women climb out - the driver, a beautiful woman with chestnut hair in her early 30s; and the one going to unlock the back of the car, an equally good-looking brunette in her mid-20s.

“Relax, no one’s following us,” Troian Bellisario assured her friend, taking out some bags.

“I know….” JoAnna Garcia replied. “It’s just so… so weird.”

“Not the word I’d have chosen,” said Troian. “Just wish they’d found a place a little closer.”

“At least you don’t have to worry about Jason,” the redhead confided. “I always think I’ll slip up one day.”

“That reminds me, when’s the big day?”

“We’re thinking the summer.”

“I don’t suppose Shay Mitchell’ll be the maid of honour?”

JoAnna’s beautiful face went several shades of red at once as the two entered the building. If there was one thing about this whole affair she wished she could take back, it was what had happened when Troian had gotten her over here the first time – she hadn’t seen any of them since the trial, and she’d tried to avoid looking them in the eye back then. But when she’d come into the ground-floor apartment that the gang had taken over (their injuries meant going for higher levels wasn’t a wise move), they’d

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greeted her with open arms and no hard feelings; Shay had warmly hugged JoAnna on seeing her, and given her a kiss.

But not the kind friends gave; more like the kind Troian gave Hayden the moment they reunited. JoAnna had immediately kissed Shay as passionately, the way she usually only kissed Jason. And they’d all noticed it.

“Should we let you two have some alone time?” Emma had joked.

“Next time,” Shay had whispered quickly so only JoAnna could hear, and without thinking she’d nodded in agreement.

And she almost wished she hadn’t; one of the more harmless but still embarrassing side effects of the whole business had been some bastions of the media running with the “hot all-female gang of lesbians” angle. It wasn’t just journalists, either; to Jason’s credit, he had refused to have The San Francisco Eight: A XXX Parody in the house. But out of curiosity she’d looked up the information online, and was amused to see that the JoAnna in this scenario had had time to bang all the robbers plus the other hostages; she almost envied that Allison Moore her lack of inhibitions.

The movie had ended with a massive gang-bang in prison, but Vivid would have been disappointed to see that nothing of the sort was going on when JoAnna and Troian entered the hideout. The only things that was going on, in fact, were Roselyn Sanchez reading one of the magazines that had been brought over last time, Olivia Wilde and Megan Fox playing hearts, and scrambled eggs being made; the building itself had had no electricity, but Megan had managed to sort out enough of the wiring to get the place, or at least their apartment, back on the grid and spare them from showers and food of the cold variety.

“Hi, guys!” Blake Lively called from the kitchen area. “Right on time…”

“Since when does the princess cook?” Troian asked, lugging the supplies over.

“Since I was 7,” the blonde replied. “Guys love that.”

“Your mom taught you that?” asked JoAnna.

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“My DAD taught me that – I was always daddy’s girl.”

“Colour me shocked,” Olivia muttered.

“Remy Hadley’s guards knew what they were doing,” Megan added to Troian. “Your girlfriend and the boss lady are the only others of us who don’t suck in the kitchen and, well…”

“How’s the penicillin holding out?” Troian asked.

“Not great,” Roselyn admitted.  “We’re about to run out – the arm’s getting a little more numb each day.”

At that moment, two or three loud sneezes burst through from elsewhere in the apartment.

“Guess we don’t have to ask about Emma…” JoAnna said, looking towards the closed door behind which lay Emma Roberts. Running around the Sierra Nevada mountains late at night in the rain completely naked was not the way to avoid risking a cold; even though she had dried herself off in the E-Van afterwards with help from some of their uniforms, a bug had still gotten into her system. The first sniffles and coughs had struck not long after arriving, and the following morning she’d developed a seriously bad cold that meant Emma spent all her time in here away from the others, except when they brought her food and medicine. But now she was getting worse, and the coughs were keeping them awake at night.

“Time to sort this out with baby girl,” Troian said.

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Baby girl, also known as Hayden Panettiere, was also still in bed and moving around slowly, savouring every little touch of Shay Mitchell’s tongue between her legs.

The small blonde was completely naked except for her right arm, which was wrapped in the bandages Troian had brought with her on their second visit. She was no Florence Nightingale but it did the job, though Hayden had to keep it out of action – and she really regretted it at times like this. She was good with her left hand, but she wasn’t a southpaw, and she wished she could be stroking Shay’s head with both hands instead of one.

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Shay had both hands free, and she was using them to caress Hayden’s beautiful body from the thighs to the chest as her mouth tasted Miss Panettiere’s tight tiny box.  Her tongue was traversing Hayden’s plump little pussy lips and the heavenly delight between them like she was painting a masterpiece, taking her time and doing it right.

“Mmmm… don’t get this with Medicare…” Hayden moaned as she felt Shay’s fingers spreading onto her stomach, touching the piercing in her navel and moving on up to her breasts. Shay kept on licking inside the blonde, not letting up for a second as her fingers fondled Hayden’s rack (and unintentionally reminded her that she wanted to look into getting something extra up there – not that anyone she’d ever been with had complained, but… well…).  She could feel herself soaking Miss Mitchell’s mouth, and wanted to tell her not to stop as Shay moved back to kiss the insides of Hayden’s thighs before sliding up the blonde, her pussy tingling and begging for more; as if reading her mind, Shay slipped one of her hands between her lover’s legs.

“Like I’d leave that alone,” she smiled. “Or what’s on the other side.”

“You’re not so bad yourself back there,” Hayden sighed, patting Shay’s rump with her good hand as she focused on the woman’s breasts coming closer to her. Shay Mitchell’s body was long, dusky and so warm… if Emma Roberts hadn’t been sick as a dog Hayden would have laid money on the two of them sleeping in the same room every night. But Emma’s loss was Hayden’s gain; as soon as those excellent tits were within reach the blonde leaned forward and, smiling up at Shay en route, gave each breast a tender kiss, lightly suckling the nipples. Mmmmm, you’d think they would melt in the mouth because they were so sweet.

Shay gently took Hayden into her arms, holding her there as the blonde curled up against her chest and licked each mammary. “Emma’s so lucky,” she breathed, gazing up at her lover.

“Troian’s so lucky,” Shay replied, kissing the top of Hayden’s head.

“Could you do me a favour?” Hayden asked. “Since I’m not going to be going anywhere today…” She patted one of Shay’s arms. “That. I want it up me.”

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“Which end?”

“Well… surprise me.” The tiny blonde disengaged herself and lay face down with her lower half pointing upwards, spreading her legs wide and giving Shay a clear view of both her holes.  It was a hard choice – that lovely, sweet little snatch open and waiting, or the small winking back door positioned above it.

“Wish I could do both,” Shay sighed.

“What’s stopping you?” asked Hayden, looking behind her and winking.

Shay covered her right hand with lotion, lathering it up to the elbow and making it as slippery as possible. Then, pausing to kiss Hayden’s ass on both cheeks, she put her knees on the floor and leaned forward with both hands clenched, the oiled one touching the blonde’s butt and the untouched one on her cunt. Shay’s knuckles were tickling each orifice as Hayden shivered in anticipation.

With her fists tightened as much as she could make them, Shay slowly started to turn the right one from side to side with the middle knuckle serving as the tip to core into Hayden’s asshole. The blonde’s little sighs began to rise as she felt each tiny turn, with every move opening her rear entrance a little more, stretching it like she was being fucked by a giant.

“Uhhhh…. oooh…. deeper…” Hayden gasped.

Shay moved her right fist further in and then slid it back a couple of millimetres before edging forward. She kept up the pace of a little further forward then a bit less back, watching as more and more of her hand went into the blonde’s back door – she was genuinely surprised that Hayden’s anal ring soon had all of Shay’s hand clasped in it, all the way up to the wrist. And now Hayden was slowly moving her ass around while Shay moved the fist, letting out sighs and groans as it now went in above the wrist.

“Both hands….” Hayden panted, feeling Shay’s left fist lingered over her open, dripping pussy. Until now it had been left unattended, mainly because Shay was hesitating – the girl was so tiny, and she was already getting over one injury. Never mind Troian never forgiving her if this wound up hurting Hayden, Shay didn’t feel she’d ever forgive HERSELF…

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“Do I look… like a damn… virgin?” the blonde managed to get out in between sighs. “Just slip it in… I can take it…”

Shay’s long, slim other arm began its journey inside Hayden Panettiere’s pussy as delicately as its counterpart. This time it was Shay’s turn to sigh – Hayden’s body temperature was definitely higher inside there, and it was so fucking snug…  it was like sinking into silk. Her hand pushed in and out of the blonde, moving slowly but settling into a rhythm with the other fist; when the one that was up Hayden’s crotch moved back, the one inside her asshole went forward, and vice versa. Back and forth… back and forth… back and forth… she couldn’t decide which one felt nicer.

And neither could Hayden, holding the bedsheets tight as she gyrated back around Shay’s fists. It had hurt the first time it had happened, but her lover then had done it as gently as possible and she had begged for more the next time; not being able to walk was a small price to pay. With the forearms pushing their paths inside her, she was being virtually split open but what a way to go.

“OHHHH FUCCCCCKKKK YESSS!!!! YES SHAY!!! FUCK ME LIKE A FUCKING BEAST!!!” the blonde howled, quaking as Shay’s arms cored as deep and as fast as they could inside her. The area around her waist was on fire, and Hayden felt the perfect mix of pain and joy as she started to erupt inside – even her busted arm was forgotten in the bliss. “DON’T STOP!!! PUSH DAMMIT!!! DO IT HARDER!!!”

Shay didn’t want to go any faster, and she couldn’t have even if she wanted, but the juices flowing inside the blonde’s box were making it easier for her in there – as she pumped Hayden in each hole and felt her starting to give in more with each thrust, Hayden’s screams of delight almost distracted Shay from what happened next.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Hayden yelled upwards, shoving her body back as the joy shot through her system, succumbing to Shay’s hands – right when Shay herself felt a hand patting her own asscheeks and a pair of lips kissing the valley in between, the tongue flicking lightly there before the mouth left, although the hand remained, stroking and squeezing the flesh.

Shay knew those fingers; as her forearms began their delicate journeys out of Hayden Panettiere’s not-so-private parts, the gorgeous lass looked back over her shoulder and smiled up at JoAnna Garcia as if she’d been walked in on while making some toast. The redhead beamed back, her non-Mitchell-ass-fondling-hand holding the cellphone she’d just used to snap a shot of Shay in action.

“That looks painful,” JoAnna said, watching Shay remove her hands from Hayden as the blonde sank onto the mattress with a contented sigh, her legs still spread.

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“It is the first time,” Troian Bellisario agreed, before she headed over to the head of the bed to kiss her coming-down girlfriend. “But it’s amazing what the human body can take.”

“How about a couple more shots for little me, Butter?” JoAnna asked Shay as she got off her knees , before they kissed. “Just so I can remember when you’re out of the country.”

“How long were you two there?” Hayden asked Troian as her lover knelt down to kiss her.

“Long enough,” the brunette replied. “If we’d gotten here ten minutes sooner we might have joined in.”

“YOU might have joined in, you mean,” JoAnna corrected, as Shay posed for her ‘camera.’ “My guy thinks Hayden’s cute – or he thought she was until she got arrested – but I’m a one… woman… woman. Great shot…”

Shay hefted her rack for the cellphone as it clicked, before JoAnna got one of her nude from top to toe, and another from behind. “Want me to spread this for you?” she asked casually.

“After the way you were kneeling back there?” the redhead laughed. “I already got that.”

“After all the pictures you sent me of you, time I returned the favour anyway,” Shay told her. “You got me through a lot of nights back in Remy Hadley.”

“I’d have thought your cellmate-“ JoAnna started.

“Blake,” Shay and Hayden interrupted.

“Oh.”

“You know, just before you broke out I had a really weird sex dream,” Troian told Shay. “I was banging you, that schoolteacher you guys took, and Ashley Benson.”

“WHY?!?” asked Hayden.


“It felt kind of… right somehow,” Troian said. “I don’t know why.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Shay told her. “Hayden could be Ashley and stay out of it…”

“Thanks a lot,” the ex-reporter said wryly.

“JoAnna could be Lucy…”

“No chance,” the redhead replied. “But I’d like to watch…”

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Even though JoAnna had loosened up considerably ever since Shay had awakened something in her – to Jason’s benefit – this still came as a surprise to them. Maybe she could be tempted to join in sometime, but still… Shay and Troian grinned at each other while Hayden gingerly turned herself over and offered her better hand to JoAnna.

“Want me to give you a little finger fun during the main event?” the blonde asked.

“I’ve got ten of my own, thank you very much,” JoAnna told her.

“Oh, please…” the invalid pouted, wriggling her better hand’s fingers. “Mine won’t recover from Shay for like HOURS and-“

“I’m good,” JoAnna interrupted. “But I’ll help you out… c’mon.”

Hayden did, in fact, need some help from JoAnna to get herself in better viewing position – Shay Mitchell and Troian Bellisario were on their knees on the floor, the latter having managed to undress in record time (how did she DO that?) and both fondling the other’s chests. Troian just had to lick her lips a little on feeling Shay’s rack, while Shay’s sloe eyes were going all over Troian’s body with particular interest in what was between her legs.

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“Wow,” Troian said. “Your hands feel great.”

“Well, you saw where they just were…” Shay smiled.

“Yes, we did,” JoAnna whispered, sounding a little distasteful.

“Hey, if it was up *that* I wouldn’t moan,” Hayden laughed, pointing to JoAnna Garcia’s ass. “Shay tried it on you?”

“Not yet…  no. I mean no.”

Troian kissed Shay’s breasts, her tongue enjoying the con’s nipples as her fingers moved along Shay’s silken smooth skin. She had to admit there was a little thrill attached here; it was the first time she’d ever fucked a convicted felon… one that deserved to be locked up, anyway. But if it had been down to her, she’d have left them all in jail except baby girl. Even if Shay did have a wonderful way of fondling Troian’s head as it moved down onto Miss Mitchell’s stomach, the tongue dipping into her navel before Shay gently pushed the head down between her legs.

When Troian had started to research Remy Hadley’s layout, she had planned to get Hayden out and ONLY Hayden out, but she’d known from the beginning that she’d need some help. That was when she and JoAnna Garcia had gotten together; as the only other hostage she felt might be open to helping her, she figured it couldn’t hurt to approach the then-bank teller. Meeting at Troian’s place, JoAnna had agreed to be her co-conspirator… but she said they’d have to break Shay out as well, and that meant they’d all have to come out. (That was what had made Troian suspect the rumours about JoAnna growing to really, really like Shay Mitchell were more than just rumours, and a little gentle prodding had gotten the redhead to admit that they were true... she hadn’t told anyone before. Not even Lucy Hale, who had admitted she’d been drawn to Megan Fox but couldn’t wait – apparently in this case, JoAnna could.) It wasn’t something Troian had planned on, but that was the way it had to be.

Still, it wasn’t like any of them were a pain to be with or look at. Or taste – Troian had her mouth against Shay’s snatch, licking the slit and the button on it. She was a fast worker when she wanted to be, knowing which spots inside her sex target to dab for the best effect, although she’d have preferred to deal with Shay for hours. Damn the princess almost finishing breakfast; the smell coming from the kitchen wasn’t as nice as the one she was enjoying emanating from Shay Mitchell’s pussy, but it made

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for a promising second course. Troian munched on Shay eagerly, burrowing inside her and relishing how warm she was inside; pity Emma was too ill to enjoy this.

Shay had her eyes closed and her hands fondling her own breasts, showing she was certainly enjoying Troian’s lips; her moans were mixing with JoAnna’s, demonstrating to Hayden that she did have fingers of her own and knew how to use them. Five of them were inside the opened zipper of her jeans, the other half were getting a few shots of the ladies in action on her phone.

“Beats Penthouse Variations all to hell, doesn’t it?” Hayden smiled, studying Troian’s body as she moved on the floor. “And all real.”

“C’mon, JoAnna…” Shay gasped. “You know you want to…”

“I can’t,” she said regretfully. “I might slip…”

“Huh?” asked Hayden, her eyes taking in Troian as she slid back up Shay’s body and wrapped her in an embrace, Troian’s pussy placed against Shay’s heated snatch as the dusky woman clutched her lover tightly. The two kissed fiercely, their hips grinding against each other as Shay pressed herself onto Troian, as if she wanted to share the orgasm she was about to have.

“That night we met to talk over getting you guys out… your girlfriend…” JoAnna hesitated.

“She came on to you?” asked Hayden gently.

“Yeah,” JoAnna replied quietly, even more quietly as the cries from Shay and Troian increased, their bodies shaking as they fondled and rubbed each other. “She said she was lonely without you – it didn’t get any further than a kiss before I shut it down.”

“I’m watching my girl fuck a woman I spent six months in prison with and not screaming my head off,” Hayden pointed out.  “Did you really think a kiss would hurt? We’re open – we fuck who we want but we only love each other.”

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“I’m still kind of loyal,” JoAnna admitted.  “You’re all pretty goodlooking if you like that kind of thing…” A particularly loud scream from Shay interrupted them, as the woman bucked against Troian, letting her delight course through the two of them.

“…but Shay’s the only girl for me,” JoAnna finished.

“What about Jason?”

Hayden had brought up something JoAnna really didn’t want to think about. Jason thought that Shay had taken advantage of his fiancée and she’d let him think that, but it was getting harder and harder to keep Shay Mitchell’s beautiful face out of her mind whenever they had sex. Last week she’d succeeded, and Jason had told her afterwards that everybody had a bad night in the sack from time to time and not to let it bother her; but it did.

Especially since it was the first time she’d had unfulfilling sex with him since… since ever. JoAnna buried that in the back of her mind and put a smile back on her face.

“She went further than me,” Hayden admitted. “There’s only one member of the gang I’ve never slept with… can’t even make a pass at her. Enemy territory.”

Right on cue, the door opened enough for Blake Lively’s sunkissed head to poke through with a big smile, which dimmed only a bit on seeing what was happening.

“I was going to tell you to come, but…” Blake said, a little sheepishly.

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The apartment did not come with a table, so eight of them sat or stood around the front room putting back their toast, scrambled eggs and bacon – Emma usually ate by herself to keep from spreading her cold, but they had business to attend to meaning they all had to be together, so she was in the same room but not sitting or standing with the others.

“So how’d it go with the redheaded legfest?” Roselyn asked.