The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“So what’d you do?”

“The only thing I could do - I stood up on my toes as best I could, and pirouetted off the stage. Never saw Natalie again - she thinks I ruined her career. But all the papers were claiming it was the most unique and sexiest version of Swan Lake ever.”

Rachel laughed along with Megan, who was rubbing her foot up and down the doctor’s leg under the table.

“Sounds like you’ve been with a lot of women,” Rachel said, trying to deflect the advances of the charming thief and prisoner.

“And men,” Megan admitted. “I’m a firm believer in finding pleasure wherever you can.” As she spoke, Megan’s foot ran all the way up and pressed against Rachel’s crotch - which, surprisingly, was growing a bit wet.

“Oh, wow,” was all the doctor could mutter.

“We’ve been chatting for a while now, Doc. Don’t you want to get me to an exam room?” Megan asked, pressing her toes - where did her shoe go, Rachel wondered - right up against Rachel’s erect little clit.

“All of our exam rooms are full,” Rachel stammered, trying hard to ignore the pleasurable sensations radiating out from beneath the table. She wasn’t lying. Westside Medical was crowded today.

“A supply closet then?” Megan asked.

“You’ve been watching too much trashy TV,” Rachel said, never-the-less thinking about the closest supply closet just down the hall. What was wrong with her?

“No, I just want to get trashy with you,” Megan said, boldly leaning across the table and kissing Rachel, not giving a care that everyone else in the Doctor’s cafeteria could see them.

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The kiss blew Rachel away. She’d never once been kissed like that in her life. Hard and demanding, but soft and seductive at the same time. She’d only ever kissed a girl once - her roommate Carrie, trying to get her off Rachel’s back. Literally. But this kiss with Megan was something more. Something intoxicating.

There was still no sign of the cops, or the FBI, or anyone at all. Not even the security guard, who was probably watching Hart of Dixie on his iPod downstairs again.

Well, Patrick had said to do whatever it took to keep the fugitives in the clinic. This was certainly one way.

“Down the hall, fifth door on the right. It’s labeled supply. Give me two minutes to go there first and unlock it,” Rachel said.

“That’ll give me just enough time to finish my coffee,” Megan smiled at her seductively.

* * * * * * * * * *

“We should be there by now,” Kristen Bell grumbled. “Are we sure this is the fastest route?”

Tammin Sursok shrugged. “We’re following Beverley,” she said, nodding towards the van in front of them. “She’s got the directions on her phone.”

“She’s probably chatting on it instead of following it’s directions,” Kristen muttered, reaching for the tactical radio built into the dashboard. “Beverley?”

“Yeah boss?” Beverley’s voice came back after a moment.

“Are you sure this is the fastest route there?”

“It isn’t. There’s construction on Meadowbrook.”

“Fuck,” Kristen swore. “Okay, just hurry!”

Ahead of them, Beverley sped up.

* * * * * * * * * *

The scrubs issued to the doctors and nurses of Westside Medical Center were far too easy to take off, Rachel mused as Megan ran her tongue down the doctor’s collar bone towards her bra-covered tits. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this.

She also couldn’t believe she WANTED to do this.

Megan hadn’t said a word since Rachel had let her in the supply closet - merely started kissing and stripping the doctor. Now, with her pants around her ankles and her nipples ready to shred through her bra, Rachel was beginning to rethink her whole stance on lesbianism. Every kiss, every lick, every touch Megan gave her crumbled more of Rachel’s defenses.

Suddenly, Megan’s hands were in the waistband of Rachel’s boy short panties, yanking them down and exposing the lovely redhead’s shaved pussy to the cool air. Rachel shivered, then gasped as Megan dropped to her knees and immediately began eating her out.

Having been almost militantly straight her entire life, Rachel Nichols didn’t have a lot of experience with people going down on her. Most of her boyfriends had done it once or twice, but none of them had ever acted like they enjoyed it, and she hadn’t really enjoyed their efforts anyway. They were all much better just shoving their cocks into her and pounding away. But Megan - oh, Megan could do things with her tongue that made the best fucking Rachel had ever had in her life feel like barely a tickle.

It was like being a virgin again, so much like being touched for the first time. Rachel was feeling levels of erotic bliss she’d never felt before, never imagined she could feel before. She was regretting ever turning down her old college roommate’s advances. As Megan feasted on her pussy juice, Rachel Nichols was having a revelation. She WAS a lesbian. And she would never, ever had sex with a man again.

It took all of three minutes of oral sex from Megan Fox to get Rachel Nichols to climax, and when she did, the doctor fell back against the shelves in the supply closet, nearly knocking over the KY Jelly they used for OGYN exams.

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She hung there, arms spread wide for support, her scrubs top unbuttoned exposing her simple cotton-bra, her pants and boy shorts around her ankles, her pussy gushing into Megan’s mouth as the criminal continued to feast upon her. An orgasm more powerful than any she’d ever had before turned Rachel’s mind to jelly, and she stood there quaking for several long moments, trying to recover herself.

“Okay, wow, you enjoyed that,” Megan said, laughing a bit when Rachel came around.

“You-you have to run,” the doctor panted.

“Huh?”

“The cops know you’re here. They told me to keep you busy. I’m sorry-”

Megan was out the door before Rachel could finish.

By the end of the week, Rachel Nichols would dump her cop boyfriend, and end up sleeping with one of the nurses at Westside Medical. She’d come out, openly, and would live the rest of her life as a proud lesbian, dating several women before marrying Caroline Dhavernas almost five years later. Her life forever changed, Rachel would never know Megan’s real name, never know for sure if she was one of the San Francisco Seven or Eight or however many there were, would never know if she lived or died. But that one little coffee date and getting eaten out in a supply closet, trashy TV-like, would lead the doctor to happiness she never could’ve imagined.

Too bad the same wasn’t true for Megan Fox.

* * * * * * * * * *

The two FBI vans came to screeching halts, and Kristen Bell was the first one out, running towards a parked SFPD squad car.

“Agent Bell?” a plainclothes officer said as she approached.

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That’s me.”

“Detective Banes, my partner, Detective Drew,” he said, motioning towards a young woman standing beside him. “We’re still trying to get the place cordoned off, but we’re short-handed at the minute. Got a pileup several blocks east of here that’s slowing down backup.”

“We can’t wait much longer,” Bell said as Sursok and Mitchell approached. “We may have to go in and grab them.”

“According to hospital security, they don’t appear armed, and they are both being watched. A nurse is with the one receiving medical attention, and a doctor is with the other one, having coffee.”

“What, like on a date?” Tammin said.

“Don’t worry, she’s dating one of my officers,” Banes replied.

“You don’t know these girls, Detective. They’ve seduced much tougher targets,” Kristen muttered. “How many plainclothes do you have here?”

“Maybe six,” Banes offered. “But I’ve got twice that many uniforms that I can call in. If we surround the building-”

“These women are killers and desperate, Detective. No, we need to keep this quiet. Banes, you’re with me. BJ, take Drew. Beverley, grab another plainclothes. We’ll slip in and try and grab them. Be careful. Just because they appear unarmed doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous.”

“Right,” Banes said, waving over some of the other cops.

“Let’s go get us some fugitives,” Tammin said.

“I just hope they don’t escape,” Beverley added.

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* * * * * * * * * *

Megan Fox’s instincts were telling her to run; get out of Westside Medical Center and just run for it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave Emma behind, even though the girl was tied to an IV bag and still in need of medical attention. Back before the SFUB heist, Megan wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving any of the girls behind. But their time together in Remy Hadley had connected her to the gang more than she realized. And Megan Fox wasn’t going to leave a fellow San Fran Eight girl behind.

As she wove through the halls of Westside Medical, she grabbed a scalpel sitting on an exam table and hurried towards Emma’s room, half expecting to see cops screaming around the corner at any minute. She was beginning to wish she’d had a gun with her, not that she ever would’ve gotten into the clinic with one.

Slipping down a stairwell, she returned to the floor where Emma’s room was, slipped past the nursing station, and slid into the exam room where Emma was staying.
If it was anyone else staying there, Megan might have been surprised by what she saw. But when she came face to face with Emma Roberts and nurse Caroline Dhavernas both buck naked, engaging in a 69 on Emma’s bed while the often-nude criminal was still attached to her IV, well it wasn’t surprising at all.

“We gotta go,” Megan said, closing the door behind her.

“OHMYGOD,” Caroline said, jumping off Emma and trying - and failing - to cover her nakedness with her hands.

“Admit it,” Emma said, sitting up. “I’ve got good taste.”

“You do. Now get dressed.”

“You can’t leave,” Caroline said. “You still need treatment. We need to replace your IV bag any minute now, and-”

“And it’ll have to wait,” Megan said, pulling out the scalpel. “We’re leaving. Now get that line out of my friend’s arm, or you’re going to be the next one in this room needing medical treatment.”

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Sensing the truth in Megan’s voice, Caroline moved quickly to undo Emma’s IV.

“Please tell me you have clothes here somewhere,” Megan said, glancing around the room.

“I got the exam gown they gave me,” Emma said, pointing towards the pink pile of fabric on the floor.

“Well, I guess it’s slightly less obvious than you running around naked,” Megan sighed.

“I do my best work naked,” Emma reminded her.

“Yeah you do,” Caroline agreed.

“Just put it on,” Megan said. “Cops are coming, and we’re leaving.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Westside Medical had three floors, and wasn’t THAT big of a clinic. Kristen assigned Beverley and her partner to the first floor, gave Tammin the third floor, which was mostly surgery rooms, and took the second floor herself, which was where the doctor Nichols was supposed to be watching the girl they believed to be Megan Fox. With Detective Banes hot on her heels, Kristen raced past the nurses station, onto the elevator, and right up stairs, just missing Megan slipping into the first-floor exam room with Emma in it.
They found Rachel Nichols still recovering - and still naked - in the supply closet a few minutes later.

“What happened? Did she rape you?” Kristen asked, looking at the clearly sexually aroused doctor.

“No, no. I was, uh, just trying to keep her here. She figured it out, though,” Rachel said, blushing a little.

“What room are you keeping her friend in?”

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“6A downstairs,” Rachel said. “Or was it 6B?”

Kristen raced off, Banes following, the naked doctor left forgotten behind.

* * * * * * * * * *

In 6B, Megan and a now covered Emma were just finishing strapping the still-naked Caroline to the very exam table she and Emma had been fucking on. Emma took plenty of opportunities to grope the nurse before she and Megan peeked outside.

“Shit, look there,” Megan said, pointing across the nursing station to the other side exam rooms. Sure enough, there was Beverley Mitchell and a guy with such a severe buzz-cut that he HAD to be a cop, coming out of one exam room and slipping into another, clearly searching them.

“What now?” Emma asked. “Sneak out a window?”

“All the windows are locked and have bars,” Caroline offered.

“Don’t make me gag you,” Megan warned her.

“Better not; if you gag her, I’m going to HAVE to do naughty stuff to her,” Emma said, winking back at the nurse, who quivered on the bed.

“Shut up and think of a way out,” Megan said quietly, closing the door.

“Air vents?”

“You might be small enough to slip through them, but I’m not,” Megan said.

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“You’re not THAT big,” Emma said. “Your tits are, but you-”

“Emma, I promise, you get us out of here, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to my tits, but can we PLEASE get out of here first?” Megan pleaded.

“Take off your clothes,” Emma said.

“I said AFTER we got out!” Megan said, exasperated.

“No, get out of your clothes, and put HERS on,” Emma continued, pointing to the discarded nurses outfit Caroline had been wearing.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kristen met Beverley Mitchell right outside room 6A, which the junior FBI agent and her SFPD partner were about to check out.

“Fox is gone,” Kristen said. “According to the doctor, it’s either this room, or the one across the hall that Roberts is in.”

“Okay, you take the lead. I’ll stay back and keep an eye out for Fox,” Beverley suggested.

“Make sure no one leaves that room across the way,” Bell said firmly. She then drew her service sidearm, and slid into the exam room, Banes and the other SFPD man right behind her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“This uniform barely fits,” Megan complained, motioning towards her chest, where her sizeable breasts were threatening to pop the button keeping them covered.

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“Looks good to me,” Emma said. They’d had to stuff Megan’s bra and panties into Caroline’s mouth to keep the nurse from screaming for help, so both fugitives were now going completely commando. But if it got them out of the medical center without being arrested, well then spending some time without underwear on was worth it.

Emma was now sitting in a wheelchair, a mobile IV pole attached to it. If they’d had more time, Megan would’ve had Caroline actually attach the medicine Emma needed and kept her friend healing, but that would’ve meant untying and then retying the nurse, and they didn’t have that kind of time to waste. Instead, the unplugged IV line was merely taped to Emma’s arm, which hopefully looked good enough to pass casual inspection.

Megan slid up to the door, and peeked out, just in time to see Kristen Bell lead two obvious cops into 6A.

“Now or never,” she said, grabbing Emma’s wheelchair and pushing her friend out. “This better work.”

“It will,” Emma said as Megan backed out of the room.

* * * * * * * * * *

Beverley Mitchell saw a nurse in a too-small uniform pull a patient with an IV drip back out of 6A, and knew immediately it was Megan Fox and Emma Roberts. The flimsy disguises they were using wouldn’t get them past the front door, let alone past a trained FBI agent.

Which meant if they were going to get where they needed to go, she’d have to help them out. Without being caught by Kristen Bell or Tammin Sursok.

“Some days, I hate my job,” Beverley muttered aloud. Then she raised her voice just enough to be heard across the hallway.

“Better put someone on the front door. They don’t have time to slip out the back,” she said to no one in particular. No one even so much as glanced in her direction, but the nurse/fugitive turned the wheelchair around and made a beeline for the back of the clinic.

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* * * * * * * * * *

It was working! Holy crap, Megan Fox thought, it was working.

“Emma, I’m totally going to let you do every dirty little thing you ever wanted to do to me,” Megan whispered as she pushed the wheelchair out the back door, which was completely unguarded.

“Mmmm, do you have a double-sided dildo and a bottle of honey handy?” Emma asked, before coughing again.

“I’ll get them,” Megan promised. Oh, the sexy little thief had earned so hot, hot sex for this. Plus, Megan was still a little turned on from going down on that sexy doctor and not getting any in return. She hadn’t even managed to get undressed! Talk about blue balls! Well, she was certain Emma would make it up to her as soon as she was feeling better. And who knew, maybe one of the other girls back at the hideout was feeling frisky. Megan could-

She didn’t get to finish her thought before a rag filled with chloroform was pressed over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but it was too late - she’d breathed in too much, and the sweet-smelling vapors were knocking her out. She could see someone doing the same thing to Emma, and the last thought she had before she passed out was that whoever this was, it wasn’t the cops.

* * * * * * * * * *

The tied up, gagged, and very naked nurse Caroline Dhavernas aside, 6B was as empty as 6A. Kristen was furious, and the uniformed officers outside were all called in. Every room, every cabinet, every crevice of Westside Medical Clinic was searched twice. But it was evident that the two Remy Hadley fugitives had slipped away. All they had to go on were the two naked employees - Caroline and Rachel - who’d been seduced and abandoned, neither of them knowing anything about where the two SF8ers were going.

“You’re certain no one came out of 6B?” Kristen snapped at Beverley.

“Positive. They must have snuck out before we got there,” she lied.

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“God damn it!” Kristen swore. “All right, Banes, the FBI thanks you and your SFPD buddies for their help. Hopefully, we can get SOMETHING from the security cameras.”

“If they snuck out the back, you aren’t - someone disabled those cameras earlier,” Banes muttered, just as unhappy as Kristen was.

“You’re saying they had help?”

“Looks that way,” Banes said, before taking Drew and heading out the door.

“It must have been the rest of the gang,” Beverley said. She knew it wasn’t - it had been Rhona’s men, waiting there since Beverley called them from the van on the too-long trip from the FBI offices.

“I don’t get it,” Tammin said. “After the SFUB heist, they all went their separate ways. Now they’re all working together again, and just to get one of them some incomplete medical treatment?”

“There’s definitely more going on here than we know,” Kristen said. “Come on, let’s go back and see if the boss has anything for us.”

As Tammin and Kristen headed out the door, Beverley couldn’t help but smile. The FBI might have dropped the ball, but Rhona Mitra was going to be incredibly pleased with Beverley Mitchell’s performance today.

* * * * * * * * *

“I can’t believe you watch this shit. On purpose,” Roselyn grumbled, shaking her head.

None of the team, before this whole thing had started, would have been caught dead at home on a Saturday night – but that was then, and this was now, and they were mostly gathered close around the TV JoAnna had brought for them. Not because the Spanish-language movie on LATV was so scintillating, but because it wasn’t a very big set.

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“Do any of you even SPEAK Spanish?!” the leader continued.

“I’m just here for the eye candy,” Shay admitted.

“Relax, we’ll switch over in time for ‘NCIS’,” Olivia added with an eye on the quarrelling Latina women onscreen. Shame it didn’t involve wrestling, but any port in a storm.

“Or the local news,” Roselyn reminded them.

She didn’t need to remind them – with each passing hour and no sign of “Megan Park” and “Emma Watson,” the possible conclusions the gang were coming to both seemed more and more likely. No matter how busy the clinic got it couldn’t have been so busy that they’d still be there by now, unless some kind of disaster had taken place all of a sudden.  Some kind of incredibly localized disaster that no station had interrupted broadcasting to mention.

“You know, if they got caught-“ Blake started.

“If they got caught, they won’t talk,” Roselyn interrupted.

“That too, but if they got caught going to the doc’s then…” Blake trailed off, looking nervously at Hayden.

“You do what you have to do,” the small blonde told them flatly. “I’m the only one who’s got the problem.”

“Fine, but I’ll always have your back,” Blake told her as the sound of a phone humming began to underscore the TV.

“Hello?” Roselyn said, answering it without bothering to ask who it was; Troian had supplied them with the phone, which was in her name. The others lost any interest in Mexican frenzied females, watching the leader and the expression on her face as she listened to the other end.

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“Ah, I see… all right, I’ll tell ‘em. Thanks for everything again, Troy – get some sleep, girl. Night.” She hung up the phone and pocketed it.

“Troian got a few minutes on the phone with Navi – she’s working until Monday. She’s got that day off so she can drop by here and sort me and Olivia out, but until then…” she shrugged.

“Put it on Channel 5, Miss Remote Control Hog,” Olivia said to Shay amiably. “Time for the news.”

“Yeah, some more downers won’t make much difference now,” Hayden cracked as the channel changed, the screen filling with Channel 5’s slightly-less-flash-than-Channel-7 news set. But at least it was the weekend news, so they had that foxy Kate Mara hosting. Five heads leaned in close and five sets of ears perked up as the cute young brunette started to deliver the latest events in San Francisco.

A half hour later, five heads leaned back once Kate had bid the viewers good night. For once they’d been left dissatisfied by a beautiful woman in a non-sexual sense – she’d told the viewers bedtime stories about robbery, industrial disputes, and centenarian twins. But not a word about members of the San Francisco Eight being captured, not even at the end as a “And in late-minute breaking news” piece.

“Maybe something happened to Emma at-“ Shay started.

“You think they wouldn’t have said something?” Olivia snapped, before catching herself.

“And I can’t see Megan and Emma suddenly deciding to run off somewhere once she got dosed,” Hayden added.

“We can’t sort out a plan without sleep,” Roselyn stated, switching the set off. “Off to bed, the lot of you.”

“Yes, mom,” Blake said cutely, not asking what plan she was talking about. She didn’t have to.

* * * * * * * * * *

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“Looking forward to the big meeting tomorrow, Ash?”

“Still nervous,” Ashley Benson admitted to her mother down the phone as she kicked back at home.

“Don’t worry – they’ll love you. Just keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll end up the next Barbara Walters.”

Ashley was not planning on sharing a screen with a load of other women any time ever, but she didn’t say that to Mom (a huge fan of The View), but otherwise things had never been better for her. Channel 7 News regularly kicked local ratings tushy, she’d broken several impressive stories – including a couple involving enemies of Rhona Mitra, for which Mitra had been very appreciative (meaning she had actually bothered to phone and thank her, which by Rhona Mitra standards was appreciative) – and Ashley had been given a healthy raise. They were even talking about giving her a shot at reporting on the network… going from being a big fish in a pretty big pond to a lower rung nationally wasn’t something she was really looking forward because of having to leave Channel 7 and her star status, but a rung upward was a rung upward.

“When are you going to meet someone?”

“Mom, I’m not looking… no time yet,” Ashley lied. She’d had a man over earlier that evening anyway – a pretty handsome fellow, guy by the name of Billy Kruger, who’d left her a little package.

 “Compliments of Rhona,” he’d said.

“Wow,” Ashley had breathed on opening it. “Just what I need.”

“She had a feeling you could use that – always thinking ahead,” Billy had smiled. “Had it made specially for you.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” the blonde had said. “And I got something for you…”

“No thanks, ma’am. I’m just the messenger boy. And I’ve got a girlfriend.”

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“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Ashley had grinned. “C’mon, live a little...”

“I’ll pass,” Billy had said.

“Can’t let you go without something though… “ Ashley had scurried away, emphasising her wiggle to give Billy an idea of what he was turning down, and written him out a decent amount on a cheque. What was inside the package made it worth it to her, and remembering the smile on his face when she’d handed him the slip, she sighed as she fondled the contents of the package.

“Trust me, mom… I got everything I need…” Ashley told her mother.

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The first thing Victoria Justice did when she woke up on Monday morning was to be thankful. Thankful that she was sleeping in a bed instead of on a bench; in a bed in an apartment rather than a drug den or somewhere; and in a bed with someone who was happy to be with her without paying her. And even in the unlikely event of Tammin Sursok paying her, none of it would be going into Rhona Mitra’s cavernous pockets.

The brunette turned her head, expecting to see Tammin sleeping next to her. For a moment Victoria’s heart jumped in fear on seeing she was alone in the bed – no, not again… but then she remembered. Tammin wasn’t a client, and she sure as fuck wasn’t one of Rhona’s friends – she’d just gone to work. Victoria expected her to leave early, but why did she have to leave *this* early? It wasn’t like she was one of the cleaners…

The bedroom door opened and Tammin, wearing a T-shirt and nothing else, slipped inside.

“Did I wake you up?” she asked gently, seeing Victoria’s face a split second before the surprised look on it vanished.

“No, I just thought it was later than it was…” the brunette replied, before she grimaced.

“What’s wrong?” asked Tammin.