The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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Luckily, Kate Mara was the kind of girlfriend who was understanding about her guy’s fantasies. Equally luckily, she didn’t care for Ashley Benson any more than he did; personality and ego of Asia proportions aside, Kate had had it in for Ashley ever since she’d gotten her friend Katy fired. The woman had never really bounced back from losing her job – she had disappeared some time later, and no one seemed to know where she was. Kate and Victor still hoped Katy Bailey hadn’t done something terrible to herself, but the longer she was gone the more likely it was. And it was all Ashley’s fault, and she didn’t care…

As Channel 5’s news began after the break, Victor forced himself to stop thinking about Ashley and cheer himself up – to start to think about Hayden. And Kate.

Or Hayden AND Kate.

Had anyone been in the room with him and spotted what was happening in his jeans, they would see that this was having the desired effect.

* * * * * * * * * *

Emma Roberts didn’t know anything.

She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious after that little run-in at the hospital, she didn’t know where Megan was, and right down she didn’t know where SHE was. Oh, it wasn’t like they were in the hands of the cops unless they’d gotten one hell of an upgrade; the surroundings weren’t bad – she was in a room that was way bigger than the one she had in the hideout, and the bed she was on was a lot more comfortable. Even if she had been handcuffed to the head of it while out cold.

Coughing as she glanced at the table on the side of the bed, Emma spotted a variety of pills, a bottle of water, two boxes of Kleenex and some cartons of orange juice. She let herself crack a half-smile; whoever had them wherever they were, they obviously needed them intact for the moment. She could have used something now, but these stupid hands…

How about that. The door on the other side of the expanse that was her room opened, ushering in the kind of nurse Emma had always wanted – a beautiful green-eyed blonde with a cheerful look on her face. Only the excess of clothes got in the way of her being the healthcare provider of her dreams.

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Her mind was foggy, and she had some aches she couldn’t quite explain. Neither of those were particularly unusual, either, except this wasn’t a hangover, and she didn’t think she’d gotten laid last night.

Last night? Had a whole night past already? She couldn’t quite…

The hospital! Emma! Memory came flooding back to Megan, and she sprung up, nearly leaping off the bed until her arm yanked her back on it, thanks to the handcuffs. She swore, mostly because now her shoulder ached, and turned to face the headboard, looking around to see if she could spot a key.

“You won’t find one,” a voice said. Megan turned around, making no effort to cover her nudity - someone had chained her up completely naked, they’d seen everything she had to offer. No reason to be modest now. The voice belonged to a lovely brown haired woman clad in a classic French maid’s outfit, complete with white frill and fishnet stockings. She stood by a door Megan hadn’t spotted earlier, and carried a tray with what looked like a tea set upon it.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Hannah Davis,” the woman said, approaching. “And I’m afraid you’re going to be cuffed to that bed for a while.”

“Rhona doesn’t want me going anywhere, huh?” Megan asked, having already guessed who grabbed her and Emma. “What about my friend?”

“She’s okay, I just got done looking in on her earlier. Her injuries and illness are being looked at.”

“Awfully kind of Rhona,” Megan said.

“Mistress Mitra is prone to kindness,” Hannah said. “Tea?”

“Sure, fine, whatever,” Megan said, turning around to sit as comfortably as she could on the bed with her arm still stuck. Hannah came and poured a cup right in front of Megan, and the erstwhile car thief took a tentative sip. “Is that mint?”

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“Just a bit, yes,” Hannah said. “I find it helps me wake up.”

Megan just sipped it quietly for a minute. Finally, she had to ask. “So, when do I see Rhona?”

“I don’t know,” Hannah said.

“Because she’s not keeping me alive, chained to a bed all naked and rape-ready for nothing.”

“I don’t know,” Hannah said again.

“If she was going to kill me, she’d have done it already, so I assume she wants something from me.”

“That seems reasonable, ma’am,” Hannah said.

“Don’t call me ma’am, I steal for a living,” Megan said.

“What would you like me to call you?”

“Megan works.”

“Well then, Megan, would you care for a sponge bath?”

“Sponge bath?” Megan asked.

“Yes, Megan,” Hannah said. “Mistress Mitra prefers her guests be as comfortable as possible, even when here against their will. I’m not allowed to uncuff you, but I can help you clean up.”

Megan gave Hannah a once-over. She was quite attractive. “Do I get to give you one in return?”

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Hannah smiled at her. “Perhaps later. I’m told to have you ready sooner rather than later.”

“I can do quickies,” Megan offered, even as Hannah put the tea set aside and stood up.

“I don’t,” Hannah said, turning to give Megan a sultry look. “I prefer my lovemaking to be long and powerful. I’ve spent HOURS going down on a woman before, and I’ve made men wear off their Viagra before I’ve been satisfied with them.”

Megan had to swallow hard all of a sudden, and she was uncomfortably warm between her legs.

“I’ll go get the water for your bath.”

“Okay,” Megan said, her voice barely a whisper. Hannah disappeared out the door, and for a long moment, Megan could do nothing but imagine Hannah’s head between her legs, licking away for hours and hours. She had to shake her head to break the imagery, because a moment later Hannah returned with a bucket of warm water and a couple of washcloths.

“You sure you don’t want to get undressed? I’d hate for you to get that outfit all wet,” Megan said as Hannah sat down on the bed next to her.

“Tempting, but I have my orders,” Hannah said, wetting a cloth and running it down Megan’s arm. The warm water felt good, and for a few minutes, Megan laid off trying to get into Hannah’s panties and let the other girl clean her. But as Hannah got around to washing her breasts, Megan could help but try again.

“Mmmm, you’re so gentle. How can I thank you-”

“You can thank her, Megan, by shutting up and taking it like a champ,” a smarmy British voice said from the door. Megan turned to look and felt her gut tighten. Standing there in the doorway, holding a long pink, flexible dildo, was Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.

“Rosie!” Megan said, surprised. “W-what are you-”

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“Rhona sent me to… question you,” Rosie said, sauntering into the room. She wore a flowery summer dress and giant sunglasses that she took off and left on the bedside table. The look in her eye was hungry, and Megan knew she was in for trouble - trouble she might not survive.

“Rosie, please, there’s gotta-”

“Hush, luv,” Rosie said, putting a finger on Megan’s lips. “There’s no talking me out of this.” She glanced at Hannah. “Make sure you wash her crotch thoroughly. I like my toys clean before I dirty them up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hannah said, moving to start washing between Megan’s legs.

“You look lovely, Megan. Scrapes and bruises aside, the time in prison hasn’t done you any harm.”

“Rosie, please, can’t we just talk?” Megan asked. She’d slept with Rosie before, knew the kinds of things that got Rhona Mitra’s girlfriend off. She also knew how deadly the waif-ish girl could be. Despite her prim and proper demeanor, Rosie could be even deadlier than Jamie Pressly.

“Oh, I do so hate a chatty bird in bed, Megs,” Rosie said, reaching over to gently tweak one of Megan’s nipples. “I think maybe I’ll just fuck the answers I need out of you.” With that, she undid the belt around her waist, and her dress fell open. Rosie hadn’t bothered with underwear of any kind, and as the dress hit the floor, she was naked save for her shoes, which she kicked off in good measure. Still holding the large dildo, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled Megan.

“Please, Rosie-” Megan tried one last time, but Rosie silenced her with a kiss - and a pinch on the nipple.

“Tut-tut, luv. I’m going to ask you questions, you’re going to answer. Answer correctly, and I please you. Refuse to answer, and I use you to please me. Lie to me… well, I’ll still enjoy it, but you most certainly won’t.”

And with that, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley sank three fingers into Megan Fox’s snatch, and the interrogation began.

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“Why did you leave Grace and Jaime behind?” Rosie demanded, sliding her fingers in and out rapidly, forcefully fucking the car thief.

“Ugh! Ah! Grace betrayed us!” Megan called out. “She was working for Rhona!”

Rosie slapped Megan across the face. Hard. “And Jaime?”

“She was a homicidal BITCH,” Megan snapped back. “Your type of girl.”

That earned Megan another slap. A hard one. But at the same time, Rosie pushed the dildo in and twisted it, eliciting a wave of pleasure inside Megan’s hungry pussy.

“Besides Emma, are any of the others sick?” Rosie asked, her voice a husky whisper in Megan’s ear.

“Roselyn’s got laryngitis, Blake found some poison ivy, and we’re pretty sure Hayden’s suffering from a nasty case of erectile dysfunc-” The slap this time was hard enough to make the corner of Megan’s mouth bleed.

“No lying,” Rosie said, reaching down and pinching Megan’s clit. Hard.

“OUCH!” Megan cried out. Rosie didn’t seem to care.

“Now shall we try this again, or am I really going to have to hurt you?” the Englishwoman asked.

* * * * * * * * * *

Tammin Sursok had a surprise waiting for her when she got home – the smell of food cooking.

Some nights she made herself something, but more often she settled for takeout or for ringing up Papa John’s or whoever; and here was her apartment filled with the smell of fettuccine with chicken, accompanied by singing from chef Victoria Justice.

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“How’s my hard-working woman?” Victoria asked cheerfully on seeing Tammin.

“Surprised,” the agent replied. “And grateful – you didn’t have to do that.”

“It was my turn, and I didn’t want to hang around the place doing nothing,” said Victoria, kissing her.

“I’m warning you, I make Popeye’s seem like Wolfgang Puck,” Tammin laughed as she headed off to change.

Once she’d donned shorts and a T-shirt (and did a little bit of a wash), she returned to be greeted by the sight of the table set with glasses, lemonade and two plates laden with yumminess. Victoria was seated, looking up at Tammin as if she couldn’t wait to dig in; but the FBI agent part of her saw a little hesitancy in her eyes, as if there was something bothering her.

“Dig in,” she said amiably.

“That’s what it’s there for…” Tammin’s mouth was filled with food in a second, and her face lit up. She gave Victoria the thumbs-up as she munched.

“So any more trouble at work?” Victoria asked as she began to eat.

“No more than usual; no closer to cleaning up the streets of San Francisco than we were yesterday. Any problems?”

“The guy who lives below me keeps playing his music too loud but other than that…”

Victoria’s voice tailed off, as Tammin saw the hesitancy again. Immediately she knew there was something on the young woman’s mind that went beyond loud neighbours, but she also knew that turning on the hard-edged investigator was the wrong approach. And really, how bad could it be?

“Spit it out, Victoria,” Tammin said gently.

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“There’s nothing wrong-“

“There is. You can tell me – I won’t get mad.”

“All right,” said the black-haired lass. “I was on your computer today…”

“And you were looking for porn, right?” Tammin asked sympathetically. “I’m not gonna throw you out for that – done it myself more times than I can count.”

“Almost wish it was porn.” Victoria hesitated again before she decided to just come out with it.

“Why are you checking up on my old boss? Is it because of Vorderman?”

Tammin almost choked on her fettuccine. There was only one Vorderman she could think of – Carol Vorderman, one of the biggest drug dealers in San Francisco, if not the entire state. And here was this cutie asking if her boss was involved… she swallowed her food, getting a grip on herself.

“Who exactly was your boss, Victoria?”

“Her name’s Rhona Mitra,” the ex-stripper replied. “I was going to play some Candy Crush and I saw you had a folder with her last name on it…”

“So you used to work for her?” asked the agent, trying to keep herself in check.

“Yeah. She had me join in with Vorderman for one of her threeways. Wasn’t the first time either. Didn’t want to especially after I saw them-“ Victoria stopped.

“Saw them doing what? Relax, the place isn’t bugged.”

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“I know, but…” Victoria waved a hand around uneasily. “I’m kind of scared.”

“Of who? Me?” asked Tammin.

“Of Rhona,” said the lass. “I think she’s doing some stuff on the side. More than that folder had.”

Tammin normally wasn’t fond of people going through her computer stuff, but this was an exception to the rule. “Like what stuff?” she asked gently, cloaking the FBI side of her in all the velvet she could muster.

“Well, business wasn’t that great even before you guys showed up,” Victoria replied. “But we always got paid in full and on time, week in week out.”

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“I know, and it’s not like I want to have someone come and say ‘Sorry, it’ll be a little late this week,’ but I keep expecting that to happen. Never did, not even when we had days when no one was watching us but the roaches. I think some of the customers we had to… um… entertain after hours had something to do with it.”

“Go on,” Tammin said gently, forgetting all about the food as she leant in closer to Victoria.

* * * * * * * * * *

This had turned out to be one of the best nights of Billy Kruger’s life; he’d done that little favour for Megan because he still had warm feelings for her… rack. And once he’d delivered to that sexy Ashley Benson, it was time for him to meet up with another blonde to get what was coming to him… the money, of course, all in cash.

The delivery was something extra; an English blonde with bee-stung lips and great legs, small boobs but screw it. Never one to resist an opportunity, Billy had invited her in for a drink… or two… or five.  Then he forgot all about drinks in favour of fondling Rosie Huntington-Whiteley’s heart-shaped ass (no panties had she on, making it even better), while she kissed his face and neck as if she inexplicably hadn’t gotten any for a while.

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Rosie’s fingers had slithered down to his crotch while she asked him how badly he wanted her.

“Bad,” he’d admitted.

“How bad?” Rosie had asked. “Bad enough for me to do anything to you?”

“Yeah,” Billy had replied.

The “anything” had proven to be Rosie tying him up with leather thongs practically the moment they had arrived at “her” place (“I forgot to bring my goodies with me,” she’d explained) – for someone with arms like twigs this girl was way strong, and he surprised himself by being afraid to move for fear the leather would cut into him.

“Now, how does this sound?” Rosie had asked, standing over his naked body while she was still fully-dressed and dangling a cane. “You keep quiet while I tickle you with this and I pull off a piece of this,” she’d added, indicating her clothes.

Rosie’s tickling had been around his genitals, and had been more like whipping; it was a testament to how smoking hot she was that he’d let his package take everything she dished out. True to her word, she’d taken off one piece of clothing for every strike that was followed by silence, and the more of her lithe form on display the more Billy was determined to be quiet. Finally the slim blonde was naked above him, allowing him a look at her shaven snatch open over his face and distracting him from his throbbing-in-a-bad-way penis.

“Good boy,” she’d said with a smile. “You’ve earned this.”

Billy’s aching package was soon being salved by Rosie’s hungry mouth; she was so good, it was as if the punishment had never happened. He’d gotten some good ones from Megan for sure, but Rosie was the best, plus her fingers were sliding up his chest. Still tied up, he was looking forward to when she’d stop sucking and start riding… she could do anything she wanted to him, and even if he did have a choice he’d just let it happen.

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Rosie’s practised hands moved over his upper body and the thongs around it, looking for one particular one that was a bit looser than the others; one that was draped around his throat. As she sucked harder, listening to his gurgles of delight and feeling his body starting to jerk under him while the spunk shot into her mouth, she found that particular one and pulled it tighter…

“Whoops,” the blonde giggled as she licked the late Billy’s cum from her lips. “Should’ve given you the danger word.”

Yep, this had been one of the best nights of Billy Kruger’s life – she liked it when they went out on a high.

* * * * * * * * * *

It wasn’t just JoAnna’s personal life that was better six months later; she’d been taken off the front lines at SFUB. Goodbye dealing with customers of varying mental agility, hello working behind the scenes in an actual office higher up the food chain. Yes, things were going just fine for JoAnna Garcia.

“No, no, no, no NO!!!” JoAnna frantically tapped on her keyboard, grinding her teeth in frustration. “C’mon, not NOW…”

“Would it kill them to upgrade us to stuff actually made this century?” her colleague Jennifer Finnigan asked.

“If they did, Resources wouldn’t have a job,” JoAnna replied, picking up her desk phone and dialling a number. “Hope they won’t keep me waiting for hours this time.”

“You should live so long,” the blonde laughed as JoAnna waited for the other side to answer.

“Oh, hi! It’s JoAnna Garcia up in customer services; my PC’s playing up real bad this time… Yeah, that again…”

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“How’s it going apart from that?” said the woman from Resources. “Mmm-hmmm… got the message. We’ll have someone up in about half an hour… We’re really busy here, half an hour’s the best we can do… All right, all right, thanks.”

“She knows who you are,” Shay Mitchell told Roselyn Sanchez as “the woman from Resources” hung up. “Why not just say any old thing?”

“Method acting?” Roselyn chuckled, as she dialled another number.

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Jessica Chastain liked nothing better in the mornings than to be relaxing with a good book – something to do with the arts, preferably. The toothy but strangely sexy redhead sat back on her hammock, enjoying all the wonderful Gallic artwork on display and taking her time turning the pages; this kind of thing could not be rushed.

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” Jessica sighed, running an index finger over the naked French rugby player, one of a whole variety of fit Frenchmen in their birthday suits that the photobook had nothing but. If there was one complaint she had, it was that some of them had their packages hidden – but then again, size queen Jessica Chastain knew from experience that big guys didn’t always have big… well, you know. And it was only SOME of them.

Turning the page, her lovely mouth gaped to see that the gentleman over the next two pages wasn’t shy at all – no wonder he needed two pages.

“Vive la France,” she whispered, and lowered her lips to kiss the rod on display – as the phone rang.

“I’ll be back,” Jessica told the picture, and rolled off the hammock to get the phone.

“Howdy!”

“Is that the help?” Roselyn Sanchez asked.

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“Ready, willing and able,” Jessica replied, almost forgetting about naked French sportsmen – this spy stuff with all the code phrases was fun.  “So JoJo’s all set?”

“Yeah, but don’t go racing there right now; JoAnna said it’ll look more convincing if you keep her waiting a while, like you really work at Resources.”

“Sounds like a plan – 20 minutes before I leave should do it. I’ve got something I want to do anyway.”

“Right. Oh, and Jessica…?” Roselyn asked.

“Shoot,” Jessica said.

“My girls and I all want to lick up your legs.”

“Thanks,” replied the redhead, looking at said legs. “You might just get your chance… call back when it’s done. Later!”

Hanging up the phone, Jessica took another look at her legs in the mirror – and at everything else in the mirror, since she wasn’t wearing anything. These tech people didn’t pride themselves on their appearance so she wouldn’t have to take too long to get dressed, but first things first… her eyes went back to the book. And what a book it was – she’d never bothered to learn any language but English, but if ever pictures were worth thousands of words these were.

As the redhead started to turn the pages again, she imagined herself in whatever the French term for “locker room” was, standing there in her birthday suit ready to welcome the conquering heroes after they’d thrashed their opponents – several gleaming, sweaty men looking for their reward. In fact she could see those muscular gods streaming into the room and peeling their uniforms off, a few of them pairing off with each other… well, these were Frenchmen, and it was to be expected that some of them would be too interested in each other to care about what she had, but there would still be more than enough for her. And the men who liked men were the least attractive ones there by far (it was her fantasy, they were her rules).

“Hey guys,” Jessica said without bothering to try and put on an accent, “ready to celebrate?”

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The next instant Jessica Chastain was being swamped by a mass of horny Gallic rugby players – there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t being pawed by somebody. She was proud of her large mouth and its ability to take in two members as huge as the ones that were thrust into it; as she began to suck eagerly, she felt a whole army of tongues and hands all over her porcelain body. Rack, legs, rump, you name it someone was lavishing himself on it; all these men trying their damnedest to empty themselves inside her. Never mind the four guys off to themselves (Jessica Chastain was a fair-minded woman, who believed gay men deserved to have their fun), this was all she needed to use up the 20 or so minutes until she had to get to the Union Bank.

She could have read something of course, but what was the fun in that?

* * * * * * * * * *

“BJ, get this. BJ, get that,” Tammin Sursok muttered as she pulled her car out of the San Fran FBI parking lot. She’d been a full field agent for too long to still be doing coffee runs and picking up Jessica Biel’s dry cleaning. Especially since Biel had a sexy little new secretary who could  be doing these menial tasks instead.

Of course, it was probably because that Vanessa Hudgens was so sexy that Jessica had dry cleaning in the first place.

Well, Tammin couldn’t complain too much, could she? She had a smoking hot girlfriend of her own now, a legitimate former stripper with the killer body to go with it. Heck, if any of Tammin’s clothes were worth all that much, she’d probably have increased dry cleaning bills, too. Which reminded her, she needed new underwear - Victoria was a little too quick on the ripping them off action. It was sexy as hell and the first time Tammin had nearly creamed herself right then and there, but now it was getting expensive. Cheaper thongs were required, she guessed.

Though that brought up another thought - Victoria. All alone back in the apartment, probably bored. Lounging about in those little cut-off jean shorts of hers that were so small, the pockets hung below the frayed leggings that barely covered her ass. All alone and horny, counting the seconds until Tammin got home and ravished her but good.

Tammin checked her GPS - her apartment was just a little too far away to swing by and  claim the delay was traffic related. Maybe there was some sort of hold up at the dry cleaners…

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“Have no fear, Resources is here!”

“Better late than never,” JoAnna said with a convincing mix of relief and miffedness as Jessica Chastain strolled into the office.

“Got to admit I’m surprised we don’t get called out here more often,” the newcomer continued. “All those people getting their money taken out…”

“Tell me about it,” Jennifer said. “I’m checking my own account like every hour just to be sure.”

“How long is this going to take?” asked JoAnna.

“With this prehistoric thing, who knows?” the other redhead replied.

“I got something I have to talk to Hart about anyway… treat him nice,” JoAnna said, catching herself before she finished that sentence with “Jessica” and tipped off Jennifer that she knew who this woman from Resources who she shouldn’t have met before was.

“You name your machines? How sweet,” Jessica smiled as she took JoAnna’s chair.

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Kat Dennings sat at her desk, waiting for her FBI computer to run through another program to find out how these hackers were draining everyone’s funds without notice. She was beyond the programming stage and was literally waiting while her under-powered system checked nearly a million transactions over the last 3 days. If she had access to some of the super-crays they had in DC, she’d be done already, but the FBI had other fish to fry and a long line of nerds hoping the super computers could solve their crimes.
So Kat sat at her desk, idly playing with a couple of action figures while she waited.