The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“Her name is Jessica, and don’t you have a girlfriend?” JoAnna asked in return, half wishing she’d never shown them what Jessica Chastain looked like. Or at least that she hadn’t shown them that particular picture of her friend showing off her legs in shorts.

“Any port in a storm, and there’s no harm in looking,” Megan pointed out.

“Not that most of us stick with just looking,” Emma chuckled.

“You get used to it,” Olivia assured JoAnna on seeing her facial expression.

“Eventually,” Blake added.

“Anyway, I talked to her when we were at our friend’s bachelorette party,” JoAnna continued. “Jessica’s got some vacation time coming and she’ll spend a couple of days of it here in San Fran.”

“Kind of a shame we can’t go down her way,” Megan said. “I love LA.”

“WE LOVE IT!” Hayden, Blake and Shay all sang as one, laughing.

“Quiet, children,” JoAnna said, smiling. “When she’s here it won’t be much of a problem getting her into the bank, because my computer dates back to like 2000 and keeps playing up. Jessica can work on my PC while I’m…”

And there was the blushing again. Jessica wasn’t going to be there officially, so the manager couldn’t know about it; and there was only one way JoAnna could be sure he wouldn’t interrupt.

Blake nodded in sympathy. “That could be a problem… you’re not a screamer, are you? That almost got me caught by my next door neighbour’s wife back when I was 16…”

“How about it?” Troian asked Shay, who was giggling at this. “Is she?”

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“No, nosy - but he might be. And he’s not exactly my guy. Or Ryan Gosling… although he kind of looks like one,” JoAnna added, her face wrinkling. “At least I know I do it for him.”

“What about catching her at home?” Hayden continued.

“Well, we have two ways to go there,” Roselyn said. “They both involve my old job… one’s more direct but more dangerous; the other doesn’t call for so much face contact but it’s more tangled.”

“Define ‘tangled’,” Megan said through a mouthful of deceased pig.

“R.M. Housing has space in a building owned by a company called Radcliff Enterprises,” Roselyn explained. “I think if we can track down who owns it, we’ll see it leads back to Rhona.”

“Does this girl own all of the damn state?” Olivia muttered.

“Not yet.”

“So what’s behind door number two?” asked Emma from the corner.

“Now this is the one I don’t really want to do,” Roselyn replied hesitantly. “I’m thinking Monica Bellucci.”

Roselyn’s ex-partner had been extremely vocal in her disgust at what she’d been up to, swearing that if she could change the name of the company to Monica Bellucci Housing she would – and quite why she hadn’t when legally and logically she could have done so, no one knew (but Roselyn had her suspicions). Though it wasn’t like she’d actually shoot Roselyn Sanchez on sight, Monica would not hesitate to bring in the police the second she appeared in her line of vision… and from the expression on the face of Monica’s wife Ariana Grande when they’d attended the trial, it didn’t look as if she’d be any friendlier if Roselyn dropped by.

“So you don’t do it,” JoAnna told her. “Tell us what you want to get from her and let one of us go see her instead.”

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“Like which one? She knows all of us,” Roselyn pointed out.

“I wasn’t part of it,” Olivia said.

“No, but you broke out with us. Monica has an excellent memory and I’m sure she’ll have seen the news,” Roselyn told her. “You show up there and—“

“Then it’ll be me,” Troian interrupted. “Maybe she’ll give me a break ‘cause I’m Italian and all.”

“HALF-Italian,” Hayden corrected, smiling.

“Whatever,” her girlfriend said, eyeing Hayden’s arm. “Look, I hate to change the subject like this… but we still need to get that looked at.”

Right on cue, Emma coughed several times in quick succession.

“And that. And those,” Blake added, indicating Roselyn’s arm and Olivia’s leg; the stitches Megan and Shay had put in (wincing all the while) were doing their job, but…

“I could get in touch with Navi,” Troian said hesitantly. “I think she’d—“

“NO.”
Hayden’s face had gone from cheerful to angry so quickly they weren’t sure they hadn’t shut their eyes for a few seconds. The blonde glared at Troian, her eyes set in disgust at what she’d just heard.

“There something we should know?” Megan asked.

“Oh yeah,” snapped Hayden. “Navi Rawat’s the EMT Troian was with before we met. They broke up around the time I joined Channel 7, and we ran into each other a little after that – the snotty cunt gave me the evil eye right there because she thought I’d jumped her claim…”

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“C’mon, Hayden,” Troian pleaded. “You know she’s gotten over that by now.”

“She hasn’t gotten over YOU by now,” the small blonde pointed out. “Remember that time we were at Candlestick Park? Navi came by to say hi and the girl was creaming her panties over you. No way am I letting her anywhere near me – I’ll cut my arm off first…”

“That’s the only way it’ll get any worse, really,” Shay reflected. “But Emma there…”

“Hey, Emma’s actually in the room!” the safecracker snapped.

“There’s a place just outside the city I can take her too,” Megan interrupted. “Westside Medical’s not that far from here…”

“It’ll have to be later on, though,” Roselyn reflected. “The two of you go out in the daylight, more chance of being spotted.”

“Not a problem for them,” Olivia said bitterly, looking at Troian and JoAnna as they got up to leave.

“If it does get worse, I might have to look up Navi,” the brunette told them. “The others might need her even if Hayden doesn’t.”

“And I’ll stock up on breath mints,” JoAnna added. “My boss loves his garlic bread.”

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Alice Englert also loved her garlic bread, particularly if it came with cheese, and so did Tamsin Egerton. Their older work colleague Penélope Cruz was less keen because it made her stomach rumble like a volcano, so it had been more for the other two that early afternoon at Little Caesar’s (Alice actually preferred Pizza Hut, but you couldn’t argue with Tamsin’s staff discount).

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“I don’t get it,” Penélope laughed as her young friends finished their dessert and coffee and sat back with the kind of contented sighs that several other customers spotting Miss Hayek and her ample endowments were also giving. “How’d you manage to get all that stuff inside you and still not look like me?”

“Think we haven’t tried?” Alice replied, giggling. “Every night I ask the Boob Fairy for a little help – I guess my messages aren’t getting through. You think maybe I should go back to Australia and see if reception’s any better?”

“Send up a few for me while you’re there,” Tamsin added.

“Please, you’re both fine just the way you are,” Penélope chided. “There’s more to being a woman than having large breasts.”

“So my guy keeps telling me,” Alice smiled as she took her Discover card out and put it on the tray for their waitress to process, transferring the smile to said wageslave. “Great as ever,” she added.

“Thanks,” replied the waitress as Alice went back to her friends.

“Some men can get picky though,” Tamsin continued. “Like the last boyfriend I had kept dropping hints I should get what I had enlarged… finally kicked the size queen to the kerb.”

“Good for you,” Penélope beamed as the waitress returned to the table.

“Ah, thank you,” Alice said, reaching out for the tray she was carrying with her card.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the waitress told her. “Your card’s been declined.”

Alice’s smile vanished – she had been out on a date when that had happened, and she had not liked the feeling even when she wasn’t the one paying. And now here it was happening to her, but... “You what? But that’s impossible!”

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“I’m afraid it’s true, ma’am. And I ran it through twice.”

“Do it again,” she said nervously.

“It’s all right, I’ll pay for it,” Penélope assured her, opening her purse and taking out several bills. “I know how it feels for this to happen, so I always have some actual money with me. Just in case.”

“No, I’ll do it – discount, remember?” Tamsin said.

“You always do that,” the the Haspanic woman chided. “I don’t mind picking up the cheque this time…”

While Tamsin and Penélope had their friendly debate over who’d pay, Alice’s mind was on the card. She’d done some shopping yesterday but not that much, and she’d checked her amount online. She KNEW she had more than enough in there to last until payday- if she’d been eating with her brothers it would have been one thing, but the three of them hadn’t stuffed that much down their throats.

Alice Englert’s food turned to ashes inside her as she wondered where her money was. And who had it.

* * * * * * * * * *

It may have been the weekend, but Rhona Mitra had a busy day of nothing but meetings - there were people coming in from out of state who weren’t prepared to wait until Monday to discuss what was coming up, and Rhona wanted this settled badly enough that she was willing to sacrifice a Saturday morning with Rosie. Still, she had ways of relaxing before meetings.

Like having a meeting.

There were some things Rhona did not do; one of them was clean rooms. Another one was make appointments with women off the street – as good-looking as some of them could be, there was always a risk. She could afford to take care of just about any health problem; it was keeping the ladies quiet about who they’d been with that was the real danger – Rhona could pay them off not to talk, but she couldn’t guarantee someone wouldn’t pay them off to open their mouths. So she always made sure that the women she had her special meetings with either had something they wanted to keep quiet about, or wanted something she could give them.

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Una Healy and Megan Hilty fell into the latter category, which she had to admit made a change – it was nice to have two relatively innocent and completely naked women at her disposal. The aspiring Irish singer’s sparkling eyes widened as she lay on Rhona’s plush flooring, feeling Megan Hilty’s tongue going where until now only her husband’s had been. Said husband had had his little problem cleared up – he was a good man but he liked the horses a little too much, $75 000-level too much – and Megan’s loser of an ex was currently doing a job Rhona needed doing, so now it was payback. And this was the ideal kind, with no paper trail.

“A deal is a deal,” Rhona said casually, stroking Una’s hair and eyeing her body. She was a lovely thing – slim with wavy red hair and perky chest cushions. “Are you sure this is the first time you’ve been with another woman?”

“It… is…” Una moaned, writhing as Megan slowly licked inside her before starting to move up. Unlike Una, this wasn’t the buxom blonde’s first time with a woman at all.

“I hear you’re in a band,” Megan said as she kissed Una’s stomach. “Any good?”

“We like to… think so,” the redhead sighed as Rhona sidled behind her and kissed her shoulders.

“Are the other girls as cute as you?” Megan asked, giving Una a good view of her breasts, which the lass started to fondle. Nice and heavy; Una liked the man meat, but she was enjoying the way Megan’s rack felt almost as much as she suspected Rhona was enjoying stroking her ass.

“They’re cuter,” Una replied, as Megan began to stroke her chest in return, a lazy smile playing across her face.

“Feels like satin,” Rhona whispered into Una’s ear approvingly. “You must make your husband very happy.”

“These feel pretty good,” Megan added, pressing her breasts onto Una’s before she came in closer to the woman. The two kissed, Miss Healy finding it easy to slip her tongue into Megan’s mouth and clutch the back of her head to bring it closer to her.

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Una’s other arm encircled the blonde’s thick, warm form, as she felt a pair of lips kissing the inside of her left thigh – Rhona had made her way down below.

Una’s hands cupped Megan’s cheeks, the fingertips slipping into the crack between them, as Rhona’s tongue slid between her own. Una couldn’t keep from squirming a little – it was the first time she’d ever had anyone do that to her, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Not like Megan’s work on her pussy a few moments ago… now that she could use more of. She kissed the blonde again, wondering what she’d done to get herself into this situation.

Megan had one of her hands between Una’s legs, the fingertips starting to go inside. Una was bald below, and that was how Megan liked it – she did not like picking hairs out of her fingernails (or her teeth, thank you Debra Messing).  Licking Una’s nipples and loving how they were all standing up under her tongue, the blonde started to tease her snatch – her fingertips, plus Rhona’s tongue excavating further up her, were driving her to places her husband had never really managed to take her before.

The more Rhona munched her ass, the more she was starting to like it; though not as much as she felt she was going to like pressing her face between Megan’s boobs. The redhead squeezed the blonde’s melons as Megan’s mouth kept tasting, her fingers slipping inside her tight, increasingly wet  box. Ooooh yes, that was the stuff… Una was wanting to have a go at Megan’s own pussy, but she had a problem – she didn’t want to quit this girl’s upper half just yet.

“Megan…” she moaned. Getting the message immediately, the blonde pulled her face back and immediately thrust Una’s own face between her rack. The redhead rubbed her face on Megan’s flesh, loving the huge mounds she was between; she greedily began to suck on each of the blonde’s nipples, both so swollen and hard with so much meat around them Una almost took it from suckling into the realm of swallowing cocks.

“Hungry? I get that a lot,” Megan laughed, cradling Una with one arm while the other kept the pace between her friend’s legs, never letting her fingers rest for a second, bringing the girl closer to joy than she’d been for a long, long time. Until now Una had always thought those stories in magazines where a straight woman got turned had been just that – stories – but now here she was, being seduced by two hot older women (not much older in Megan’s case, admittedly), with Rhona licking Una’s legs and murmuring about how sexy said pins were… and Una not minding in the slightest where Rhona’s tongue had been a few moments back.

Grabbing as much of Megan as she could feel, Una almost started to claw some skin off as she screamed into the blonde’s cleavage, spurred along by Rhona’s lips moving up her legs. More and more she was looking forward to what happened when they got to her cunt – and maybe she could make one of these two women her first muff…

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Una felt the last thing she wanted to feel – Rhona’s lips moving away from her, as Megan gently lifted her face away.

“I’ve done this before,” the buxom blonde explained. “I always know when time’s up.”

“Please don’t stop…” Una begged. “We just started.”

“I’m just as sorry as you are, but duty calls,” Rhona told her. “You cannot be seen here when the others arrive – my driver will take the two of you wherever you want to go.”

“But…” Una started, drinking in Rhona’s body and finding herself seriously wanting it.

“Fine, I’ll handle Miss Irish Spring on the journey down,” Megan interrupted.

“If it’s any consolation, Miss Healy, your side of the arrangement has already been completed. As for you, Miss Hilty…”

“My guy’s delivering the package tomorrow,” the blonde assured her.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Rhona replied, with a thin smile.

“Is there any chance he can take his time?” Una asked. “I’ve never gone down on a girl before.”

“If he drives slowly you’ll get to do more than go down on me,” Megan winked, and got up to get dressed.

Watching Megan’s meaty buttcheeks undulating away while she herself got up, Una mentally compared them to her husband’s. And found hubby’s wanting in comparison.

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“It’s all done,” Kat Dennings said in a low voice, handing Jessica the reports on the office’s last few cases. “Sorry about last time.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Jessica replied warmly, giving the recruit an encouraging smile.

Kat half-heartedly smiled back. “Agent Sursok is still trying to find out if anyone’s seen the escapees near some kind of transport. No luck yet.”

“We’ll find them, Kat. Oh, and…”

“Yes?” the brunette asked, nervously.

“Are you doing anything next weekend?”

Kat gulped, and her eyes darted to the floor. “Um… I’m flattered, but agents aren’t allowed to –“

“It’s not me,” Jessica assured her. “And it’s not in the FBI - I have a friend who’s been a little lonely for some time. I think the two of you might get along.”

The newcomer’s eyes rose back up to her boss. “It’s been a while… is she cute?”

“Very. You’ll like her,” said Director Biel. “Come back before you clock off and I’ll fill you in.”

Kat nodded, her long dress sweeping the floor as she left the office; Jessica’s smile became halved itself as she watched her leave. From the few times Kat had worn something that wasn’t 100% tent-esque she could tell that Miss Dennings had something special underneath her clothes – but she just kept on hiding her looks. All right, it wasn’t that important to her job and she was good at it… but if there was one thing Director Biel agreed with Agent Bell on, it was the old adage “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” And judging from the ample curves pushing out the top of her blouse, Kat had it. At least she wasn’t wearing a huge hat. Today.

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Taking the coffee offered by the new intern, Beverley Mitchell’s eyes narrowed when Kat passed her desk. The intern’s eyes, meanwhile, just widened.

“I bet she’s got a killer butt under there,” he whispered to Beverley.

“So I’ve heard,” she replied. “Keep it in your pants, loverboy – you’re on duty.”

Beverley had heard it from Kristen; it had been lust at first sight for the agent (but not for Sursok – Beverley gave BJ thatmuch). But while she’d had a few friendly words with Kat, nothing had panned out so far… and as far as Beverley was concerned it could stay that way. Even if she liked competition – and she didn’t, not by a long way – Kat Dennings’ endless “Oh woe is me, nobody thinks I’m hot, I never get any” whining during coffee breaks wasn’t helping her case. Beverley wanted to snap “For crying out loud woman, start dressing for men every once in a while.” (Actually, Kat didn’t whine that much – it just felt that way.)

Kristen and Kat passed each other en route to their respective destinations, and Kat blushed at the wink Kristen gave her.

“Love girls in glasses,” she whispered.

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“I hate IVs,” Emma Roberts muttered, even as she made eyes at the sexy brunette nurse attaching the line to her arm. “I always think they’re going to take stuff out, not put stuff in.”

“You won’t even feel a thing,” Nurse Caroline Dhavernas promised.

“If I do, will you make it up to me with a sponge bath?” Emma asked.

Caroline frowned. “Most patients don’t enjoy sponge baths.”

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“Oh, I’d be the one giving it,” Emma said with a wink.

Megan Fox rolled her eyes; seemed like Emma was already feeling better. Hopefully, they’d be able to get out of Westside Medical Clinic before anyone recognized them - though how that’d be possible, she didn’t know. They’d had to wait outside the emergency room for almost two agonizing hours, where Megan’s fears of being arrested and Emma dying traded places repeatedly depending on how bad the younger girl was coughing. It was a busy night, with several broken bones, a car crash, and most troublesome, a gunshot wound. Seemed to be accidentally self-inflicted, from the little bit Megan had overheard, but she’d been in enough hospitals over the years to know that the cops came to investigate every gunshot reported. So far, the cops seemed to be as slow as the ER doctors, which was about all she and Emma had going for them.

More and more, Megan was beginning to think they should’ve waited for Troian’s ex girlfriend to come and look at Emma.

“Emma… Watson?” a new voice spoke up from behind the curtains. All three women in the small room turned to see a lovely, redheaded doctor standing in the doorway. Megan felt her pussy clench automatically upon seeing her.

“Yes, hi,” Emma said, remembering the fake name she’d given upon being admitted. Troian and JoAnna had been able to get everyone some fake IDs, but they hadn’t been the most creative of names. Megan was posing as Megan Park, Shay was Shay Jordan, and Hayden was now going by the last name Christensen.

“Miss Watson, I’m Dr. Rachel Nichols. I’m afraid you’ve got pneumonia, along with several cuts and bruises.”

“Camping trip gone bad,” Emma said. She was about to add more, but got caught up in a coughing fit.

Rachel turned towards Megan. “Camping trip?”

“Yeah, she thought it would be romantic,” the brunette said, improvising.

“I see,” Rachel said, seemingly deflating a bit as Megan spoke. “So you two are-”

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“Oh, no!” Megan said. “No, I’m just her friend. Her lesbian friend. Who’s single.”

“Ah,” Rachel said, smiling a bit brighter at that. “Well, your friend is getting a nice cocktail of drugs that should kick the pneumonia out of her in a day or two. Nurse Dhavernas will tend to her other wounds. But I think she should be safe to go home by this evening. Plenty of bed rest, fluids, and no more camping for a while, I think.”

“Got it,” Megan said. “Thank you so much, Doctor.”

“Oh, not a problem,” Rachel said.

“Would you, ah, would you like to get a cup of coffee?” Megan asked before Rachel could slip out of the room.

Rachel seemed to consider it for a moment. “Sure. Sure, why not? Give me half an hour to finish my rounds, and so long as no new traumas come in, I’ll take you up to the Doctor’s dining area, where the coffee is actually drinkable.”

“Sounds good,” Megan said, admiring Rachel’s ass in her scrubs as she walked off.

“*Cough*slut*COUGH*” Emma managed to get out.

Megan winked at her.

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Rachel Nichols hadn’t always wanted to be a doctor. In fact, growing up, she’d figured she’d go into the family business of being a cop. But when she’d taken a First Aid class in summer camp one year, she’d gotten hooked, and her life changed. But she still held law enforcement near and dear to her heart.

It didn’t hurt that she was dating a cop, too.

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Emma Watson - such a fake name - was the last patient on her rounds for the evening, and had she really wanted to, Rachel could’ve taken that Megan Park girl - that name was probably fake, too - upstairs for all the coffee she wanted, but Rachel needed to make a phone call first.

“Patrick?” she said into her phone.

“Hey babe. Thanks for letting me fuck your ass last night.”

“Patrick, this isn’t a sex call,” Rachel said, cutting her boyfriend off before he could get going.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, but I think I’ve got two of those SF8 girls you guys are looking for here at the clinic.”

Suddenly, Officer Patrick O’Kelley was all business. “What have you got?”

“Two women, one with pneumonia and several scrapes and bruises, all easily a week or so old. The other with a few bruises of her own, but more importantly, she’s got several tattoos like the ones on the APB you have at home. They‘re using really bad fake names, and aside from hitting on me and every nurse here, they look like they‘re in a hurry to get out.”

“Okay Rachel, this sounds promising. I need you to keep them there. I’m on my way over, but I gotta call this in to the FBI and let them take the lead. Whatever you have to do, keep them in that clinic.”

“I-I’ll try,” Rachel said. “Just hurry, Patrick.”

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“WE GOT SOMETHING!”

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Kristen Bell shook her head, coming out of a daydream where she was motorboating Kat Dennings’ incredible tits, and turned to see Tammin racing in from the communications room.

“What is it?” Jessica Biel said, coming out of her office.

“Police just got a call from the Westside Medical Clinic claiming that they’ve got two very good matches on SF8ers. Sounds like Emma Roberts and Megan Fox!”

“Bell! Take BJ and Beverley and get there NOW,” Jessica said; Kristen was already grabbing her jacket. “I’ll have SFPD cordon off the place, but keep a low profile. We don’t want to spook them.”

“It could take us the better part of an hour to get there this time of day,” Kristen reminded her. “Unless you want to give us the helicopter.”

“There’s no helipad at Westside,” Tammin said. “I checked.”

“Then hurry,” Jessica said. “This is the first break we’ve had since they escaped, and we’re NOT going to fuck it up.”

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The more Rachel Nichols spoke with the ersatz Megan Park, the more she liked her. In another life, she suspected they could be friends. Though lovers was certainly out of the question. Rachel had never had sex with a woman, even when her college roommate Carrie had tried to seduce her six times. Rachel really preferred men.

Not that she’d tell Megan that. Keeping this little coffee date going was the only way to keep the escaped prisoner in the clinic.

“… so there I am, in just my bra, no panties, and the whole crowd is just staring at me in silent awe, not knowing I’d been having sex with the lead dancer every time she’d gone off-stage. If that curtain hadn’t fallen, I would’ve gotten away with it, too,” Megan was saying.