The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“’Oh, Sif, thank you for saving me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.’”

“’Tis’ nothing, Jane Foster. I swore an oath to Thor that I would protect you, and that I shall.’”

“’I feel totally safe in your arms, Sif. Safer even than when I with Thor.’”

“’A woman as smart as you is a precious thing, Jane Foster. Thor is a lucky man.’”

“’A lucky man who doesn’t know how to treat a woman right.’”

“’Nonsense! He’s never been anything but honorable to you!’”

“’But sometimes a woman needs more than just honor. Sometimes, a woman needs love.’”

“’I could love you, Jane Foster. That is, as a woman loves another woman.’”

“’Oh, Sif! Please! Take me Sif! Take me and make me your woman!’”

Kat was just starting to press the two action figures together for a kiss when her computer beeped.

“Damnit,” she grumbled, putting down her toys and picking up her phone. She dialed Jessica Biel, who was waiting for these results. Surprisingly, it took a moment for the local FBI field director to pick up.

“Biel,” Jessica answered, out of breath.

“Latest round of hacks didn’t work, either, boss,” Kat reported. Biel moaned quietly at that. “I can try again, but it took three days just to come up with that series, and anything new will take longer.”

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“W-we can’t wait that l-l-long,” Jessica stammered, her breath still ragged.

“Are you okay, Boss?”

“Oh I’m good. I’m so, so, SO good,” Jessica said. “Do you have any other ideas?”

“I could run bank-by-bank, look into various irregularities or odd deposits or anything.”

“I’ve already got a team of junior agents doing that. They’ve got nothing so far.”

“Yeah, but they’re looking at the actual money involved, right? I’d be looking at the computer systems at the time of the irregularities and seeing if something might have changed.”

“Oh fuck,” Jessica hissed. “O-okay, Kat. Do that. Right there. Oh yes, right there.”

“Boss?”

“I’ll send Vanessa over with the dates and info in ten minutes.” There was a long pause. “Make that fifteen.”

“Okay,” Kat said, hanging up. Suddenly, she knew that Vanessa had been between Jessica’s legs that entire time. Dejected, Kat rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She had nothing to do for fifteen minutes now. Probably longer. She was tempted to run to the bathroom and imagine Vanessa had been between her legs, but decided against it. Knowing her luck, Vanessa would walk into the bathroom just as Kat was calling out her name, and she’d get all upset like that Daniella Sarahyba girl had the last time Kat had dared to masturbate at work.

“I so need a girlfriend,” she grumbled, picking up her action figures. If she wasn’t going to get some, at least Sif and Jane Foster could…

* * * * * * * * * *

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Once the secretary let JoAnna through she knocked on the door of Mr. Hart’s office, mentally telling herself that she could do this and praying that she hadn’t been misreading him all this time. Part of her almost hoped she had – he really was not her type, or possibly anybody’s (wife notwithstanding).

“C’mon in.”

Well, he sounded cheerful – that was a start. JoAnna entered, smile at the ready.

“Ummm, Mr. Hart…”

“So, what can I do for you?” the man asked, smiling back at her and demonstrating the kind of teeth normally associated with stereotyped Brits.

Suggestions involving dentists and Ultra-Brite rushed to the forefront of JoAnna’s mind, but she beat them back to widen her own smile as she walked towards him. “Actually, it’s more like what I can do for YOU,” she replied, lowering her voice in what Jason regarded as a sexy manner.

“Come again?” Mr. Hart asked, the expression in his eyes suggesting he had an idea what she was talking about.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” JoAnna continued. “You don’t do that to the other ones, except for that intern who got fired.”

“Well, she was pretty useless,” the boss admitted. “Beautiful, but useless…”

“And I haven’t forgotten the time you touched my behind,” the redhead added.

“That was an accident… you’re not going to sue, are you?” Mr. Hart swallowed. He could see it all – JoAnna leading him on, teasing him and then springing the lawyers on him…

“It was an accident, yes. But…” JoAnna winked. “But I wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t.”

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There went his eyes, straight down. She knew they were checking out her legs, and she didn’t mind for once. Good thing she was wearing something that covered up her chest, or he’d have gone roaming her body even more than he was now.

“Miss Garcia…”

“Call me JoAnna. Or Jojo,”  she said.

“JoAnna… um, it’s very flattering, but…” Mr. Hart forced himself not to try and imagine JoAnna’s breasts under her top. “You’re in a relationship, and I’m a married man.”

“Yes, but I haven’t really been getting much out of it lately. Not the way I’d like,” JoAnna replied, sitting on the edge of his desk and casually crossing her legs, giving him some more upper thigh to check out. “And as for you… well, I’ve seen Mrs. Hart.”

Even though Mr. Hart wasn’t about to divorce his wife, he had to admit she did have a point; it had been a long time since they’d had sex without his summoning up somebody more attractive… somebody ACTUALLY attractive… to get him through it.

“Maybe we could both get what we want?” JoAnna asked, smiling coyly.

Mr. Hart pressed the button on his desk that automatically locked the office door, and returned the smile.

* * * * * * * * * *

Victoria wasn’t wearing those shorts Tammin loved. No, the young stripper wasn’t wearing any pants at all, and has lounging about the room in nothing but a bathrobe, her shapely legs up on the couch as she watched trashy daytime TV while eating a bowl of ice cream.

“Hey! You’re home early,” Victoria said with a bright smile as Tammin stepped in and ran her eyes over the younger girl.

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“I’m just stopping in, but I have to have you.” Tammin stepped in, shucking her own pants without even closing the door behind her. Victoria’s eyes went wide, but she had just enough time to undo the sash on her robe before Tammin fell atop her, hungrily mauling the younger girl’s tits.

“Oh, TAMMIN!” Victoria cried out.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Chastain had one eye on the screen she was checking and the other on the rest of the area, the better to bring up the window she was supposed to have open – the one showing all the programmes on JoAnna’s PC – the second anyone got within hovering distance. Even though JoAnna was in a cubicle of her own, and even though Operation Distraction was in full effect, you couldn’t be too careful.

What she was doing now was going back in time, about seven or eight months. Specifically, to the day of the big robbery; JoAnna had told her what Roselyn passed on about the little present Rhona had given her to put into the system, and it was her job to find out just what that little present was. Whatever it was, it can’t have been a standard virus or it would have been noticed by the safeguards in place at the time. Meaning Rhona had some damn good computer people in her corner, other than the Asian babe they’d left behind obviously.

“You really need to upgrade these things, people,” Jessica muttered as the search through the files took longer than it really should have. If she had time, she could debug it for JoAnna – the least she could do given what she was up to now.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Ugh, I can’t stand it,” Kat grumbled. Where the hell was Vanessa with that information? How long did it take Jessica to screw her secretary, anyway? Giving up, Kat pulled open her own access to the various banking systems in town and made sure she could access any of them she wanted. That took a couple of minutes, but getting there just made Kat all the more impatient.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Every time she stopped, she imagined Vanessa’s sexy little head in Jessica’s lap, and her own long span between lays seemed even longer. If those two were too busy tossing each other’s salad, Kat would just have to start without the information.

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All she needed was a date and a bank to start with. Some odd event to look into.

Well, there hadn’t been any odder event than the whole SF8 robbery, and that was definitely before these hacks started. Seemed like as good a place to being as any.
With a few key strokes, Kat Dennings started to look back into the San Fran Union Bank’s records.

* * * * * * * * * *

“It’s too bad we’re at work now,” Mr. Hart told JoAnna with regret as he folded her into his arms. “We could go a lot farther if I didn’t have to worry about people seeing you walking funny.”

Thank goodness for small favours. JoAnna summoned up enough acting ability to convey a bit of sorrow as she traced a finger down his extremely well-padded front. “We can still have some fun though, right, Mr. Hart?” she asked, kissing his neck and unzipping his trousers.

“Call me Monty,” said Mr. Hart, returning the kiss.

JoAnna was distracted from his garlic breath by what she was holding – one drunken girls’ night out Jennifer had complained that it was always the cute guys who had cocks the size of needles and the gross ones who were hauling around rolling pins in their pants. Of course, the law of averages demanded there be exceptions, but Montgomery Hart wasn’t one of them; JoAnna didn’t have to pretend to be impressed by how hung he was.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Why couldn’t Lois be like that?” Mr. Hart replied, sounding pleased. “She’s like ‘Yeah, you’ve got a penis, so what?’”

“You certainly do, Mr. Ha- Monty.”

“Before you start, I’d really love something else from you.”

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“Name it,” said JoAnna, kissing his stomach.

“Take off your clothes – I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to see you naked again…”

JoAnna almost told him she guaranteed he never would, but the longer she kept him occupied the more chance of his not going walkabout and seeing Jessica Chastain. As she rose and began to undress, she was just glad he wasn’t peeling them off; as each piece of clothing was removed she carefully placed it on a chair on the other side of the desk, happy to see his hands kept firmly away from his prick and noting with not a little pride that it was getting longer and harder the more of her body was revealed.

“Any complaints?” JoAnna asked, standing before her boss completely naked.

Mr. Hart answered that question by moving off the chair, kneeling down, gripping JoAnna’s soft buttocks and burying his face between her legs, tongue lapping at her box eagerly.

* * * * * * * * * *

Her pants and panties long gone, her shirt buttons opened up to reveal her tits, Tammin Sursok had absolutely no complaints about the orgasm Victoria Justice had just given her. Quite the opposite, in fact. She could’ve praised her lover until the sun went down.

Except she was already running late.

“I need to get going,” she lamented, sitting up.

Victoria smiled at her. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I could do so much more with just another five minutes”

“I’m already late…” Tammin protested weakly as Victoria eased a finger into the agent’s snatch.

“I’ll get coffee from the barista downstairs while you’re getting the dry cleaning,” Victoria offered as she withdrew her finger - and slid it up Tammin’s ass instead.

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“Deal!” Tammin swooned.

* * * * * * * * * *

JoAnna had to admit that he knew his way around down there – he wasn’t going too fast or moving like he was nervous, it was just right. And she was liking how his hands felt on her ass as well; they weren’t as rough and sweaty as she had dreaded, and he wasn’t trying to poke a finger up her either (some women loved that, but JoAnna had always found that to be a bit of a distraction during the act). The guy was good… maybe a little too good. Stroking his bobbing head as he supped her snatch, JoAnna was afraid she might come sooner than she’d planned and that might be the end of it; feeling her cunt tingling, she realised she’d have to take her mind somewhere mentally to draw this out further.

“Oh, Jojo… I wish Lois tasted as good as you…” Mr. Hart sighed into her box.

JoAnna had seen his wife at the staff Christmas party; one of the cruder guys called her a stiffy killer, but that was doing the trick right now. She mentally pictured her grinning while riding her husband, the image battling the signals her ravished vagina were sending her. The boss’s mouth was too good to completely wipe out Lois, but it was delaying the effect. “Don’t stop, Monty…” she breathed, realising she was looking forward to returning the favour between his legs in a few minutes.

“Don’t want to,” he mumbled in between licks.

* * * * * * * * * *

It took a few minutes more than Kat had thought it would, but it wasn’t all that hard to get into the records for the SFUB on the day of the infamous heist. Kat couldn’t remember the exact time of day the heist happened, but she just began at the start of business and worked her way through slowly. There’d be a huge drop-off in transactions during the heist, and then there’d be nothing once the vault doors got blown off - that had cut the bank’s network connection rather thoroughly and what little was left was shut down immediately after the heist so the cops could look for evidence.

Just like she was doing now.

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Kat cursed herself for not remembering exactly when the heist had happened. It’d been all over the news for six months, and was probably all over it again now that most of the girls had escaped prison.

Kat had just made it to noon when she suddenly realized something.

She wasn’t the only one looking at the SFUB records for that day.

“What the hell?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Chastain began scrolling through the system’s history, each date going further back as her eyes kept watch for anything out of the ordinary. So far everything looked work-related… no, no, no.

No… No… wait a minute.

“What have we here?” the redhead asked herself. There it was – a file with a name she hadn’t spotted before in amongst all the Union Bank paraphernalia… at 12:21 on the day of the SFUB heist, someone had added a file named “Dyson.” No mention of another file of that name before or since; it had just been uploaded onto the system and left there.
She clicked on that file, plugging a flashdrive into the side of the PC – she had a feeling she might want to check this one out off the premises, see if it had any kind of signature…

“You’ve got company,” a voice said quietly from the speakers.

Dammit. Someone else was checking the system. From outside the bank.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Dammit,” Jessica Biel snarled as she sat up from the floor, her naked body glistening with sweat and a little bit of girl cum. Beside her, Vanessa Hudgens didn’t move from where she lay, entwined in Jessica’s legs. “Where’s my secretary when I need her?”

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“Doing far more important work than answering your phone,” Vanessa said lazily, tracing a finger over Jessica’s sopping wet snatch.

Jessica ignored that and reached for her phone, practically knocking it off the desk. “Hello?”

“Boss! We got a major issue here!” Kat Dennings said.

“I’m sorry, Kat. Vanessa hasn’t left yet. She got tangled up in something.” That earned her clit a nice little stroke from one of Vanessa’s fingers.

“What? No, listen to me! Someone’s hacking the San Fran Union Bank RIGHT NOW! And they’re looking through the records for the same day the SF8 robbed the joint!”

“FUCK!” Jessica snarled, standing up so fast she knocked Vanessa over. “Where are they?”

“In the bank itself!” Kat reported. “And boss, whoever it is, they’re good. They’re VERY good.”

“Grace Park?” Jessica wondered as she slid into her skirt - she’d come commando today, expecting to have Vanessa work her over like this.

“She’s still in the ICU at Remy Hadley,” Kat said. “I checked.”

“All right, I’ll get SOMEONE over there right now. Keep a good eye on them, Kat. Good work.” Jessica hung up before Kat could say anything else. She had to get a team assembled and rushed over to the SFUB right away. But there was no way a tactical team could deploy in anything less than twenty minutes, and by then the hacker would probably be gone. She needed someone closer.

“You sent Tammin out for your dry cleaning, right?” Vanessa asked casually, not bothering to cover her nudity as Jessica raced about the room, re-dressing.

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“Now’s not the time to worry about dry cleaning,” Jessica snapped. “I gotta find SOMEONE close enough to get to the bank.”

“The dry cleaner’s three blocks away from the SFUB, and only two from Tammin’s new apartment,” Vanessa said. “In case she stopped there.”

Jessica looked down at the naked girl, so casually telling her exactly what she needed to hear. “You’re gorgeous AND brilliant.”

“I accept bribes,” Vanessa said as Jessica raced out the door. “Both cash and sexual favors!”

* * * * * * * * * *

JoAnna was relieved that Montgomery Hart was only thinking with his cock right now  – the one that JoAnna had inside her mouth, swallowing his length and trying to take in the odd snatch of air from what little space she had left. She had a horrible feeling his whole body was hairy, and was thankful that her hands were only clutching his pants and sparing her proper contact with his legs. His satisfied grunts punctuated JoAnna’s mouth action, her tongue teasing his rod as its plump head rested at the back of her mouth, ready to send its juice down her throat. That was the part JoAnna wasn’t looking forward to; she knew from her times with Jason that what people ate could affect what came out, but at least with Jason she liked the taste. This here was uncharted territory, and the last thing she wanted was to have garlic-flavoured love cream inside her…

His hands clamped down on her shoulders as he kept groaning, prick starting to move in preparation for the stream to come out. JoAnna slurped his meat, hoping it wouldn’t taste too bad…

“Jojo… lemme out…”

JoAnna instantly pulled her mouth away from him, just in time to receive a faceful of his cream.

As it splattered her she licked a little of it off her lips… garlic, as ever. But at least the storm of come she was receiving would end soon – well, she hoped it would end soon as Mr. Hart took his rod in hand and started to pump it out, sending it flying all over her lovely naked body, decorating her nipples and stomach. A couple of drops even landed on her trimmed pussy (good thing bukkake couldn’t get anyone pregnant, JoAnna thought).

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The beatific look on the boss’s face suggested this was something else Lois didn’t like him doing. JoAnna opened her mouth wide and was rewarded with one last splat, landing right on the tongue – steeling herself, she swallowed it and beamed in return before rolling over.

“Got any left?” she asked as she presented her rump to the boss.

As Mr. Hart slapped his cock against her seat, she had a feeling she’d soon find out.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Okay, I REALLY have to go now,” Tammin said, actually standing up this time. Her ass was sore from Victoria’s rather aggressive fingering.

“Call in sick. We can fuck all afternoon,” Victoria offered.

“What would we do all night?”

“Make love instead?” Victoria offered.

Tammin groaned. It was SOOOO tempting, and all she was doing was menial stuff. She had enough sick leave accumulated…

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

“Sursok,” she answered, seeing it was from work.

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“BJ, detour to the SFUB right now!” Jessica said without preamble. “Someone inside the bank has hacked the system and is looking at stuff that happened during the SF8 robbery. You’re literally the closest agent we have!”

“Shit, I’m on it boss!”

“Hurry! Back-up’s twenty minutes out, even by helicopter.” With that, Biel hung up.

“I gotta go babe,” Tammin said, grabbing her purse from the counter.

“Tammin, babe, maybe-” Victoria started to say.

“No, sorry, I really gotta go,” Tammin cut her off.

“But-”

“I promise, later!” Tammin said, hauling open the door while fishing for her keys.

“You’re not wearing any pants!” Victoria called after her.

Tammin stopped dead and glared down at her naked legs and crotch. She quickly hopped back into the apartment, happy to see Victoria handing her the slacks she’d shed earlier.

* * * * * * * * * *

This was a switch if ever there was one – Lois actually preferred anal sex to the regular kind because she didn’t want kids (“Sure it hurts, but spitting out a brat hurts more”); Mr. Hart, on the other hand, wasn’t too crazy about it even if it was a nicely shaped behind attached to a cute redhead. But he didn’t have a problem with slipping it between JoAnna’s cheeks and sliding it back and forth instead of going straight inside; both boss and employee were getting something out of it, with the groans and cries filling the office. Yeah, it was a more elaborate way for him to masturbate, but JoAnna didn’t care…

With JoAnna’s ass clamping his dick in place, his hands were free to rub around her knelt-down body and fondle her hair, jerking against her harder each time. Both boss and employee started howling as Mr. Hart’s fingers made their way between JoAnna’s legs, feeling the juices of her snatch on his fingertips – for a moment he wondered if he could quickly jam it into her and give her the rest of the day off…

“YEAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” It wasn’t often that the man screamed louder than the woman in sex, but Mr. Hart definitely swamped JoAnna as his cock sprayed all over JoAnna’s ass, her creamy body shaking against his as she too finally came. They were in good sync; it was even less often that two parties orgasmed together.

As JoAnna let herself sink to the ground, Mr. Hart patted her behind and massaged the semen drops into her skin, wrapping up the moisturization process while he caught his breath.

“Gotta admit that wasn’t bad,” JoAnna said airily as she got up, headed to where her clothes were and started to dress. “Thanks…”

“Actually, I should be thanking you,” Mr. Hart replied. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“You didn’t force me, don’t worry about it. Plus you’ve still got time before your meeting,” JoAnna added.

“I’m sure the staff liked not having me pop along and surprise them,” the boss said as he zipped his trousers. “They’re probably doing stuff I shouldn’t be seeing them do.”

“What, those guys? Never!” JoAnna lied.

* * * * * * * * * *

Not good, not good, not good! Whoever was watching Jessica Chastain was good. Too good. Every firewall and bounce-back program Jessica had in her arsenal wasn’t doing much good, and any minute now they’d spot what Jessica had - that little hidden Dyson file.

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She needed five more minutes to get Dyson copied to her flash drive, but she wasn’t sure she could keep the other hacker out that long. And if someone knew she was here, then pretty quick someone would come looking for her…

* * * * * * * * *

Tammin Sursok wished she’d worn sneakers. As it was, her sensible flats were in one hand as she ran across the cold San Francisco sidewalks. Getting in her car or getting a cab to go three blocks would’ve just slowed her down. Running was the quickest way to get there at this time of day, and it was only two blocks or so.

She’d been at home, why didn’t she just grab new shoes? Two seconds! She had her running shoes right next to the damn door! Well, it was too late to go back now. The SFUB was in view now, less than a block away.

* * * * * * * * * *

“File copied.”

Jessica ripped the flash drive out of the computer with one hand while throwing one last firewall up with her other. This was cutting it too close. Why had she ever agreed to do this?

As she reached for a sticky note, she saw a picture of JoAnna and her fiancé hugging under some trees, him behind her, JoAnna bent over so that her low-cut top showed so much ample cleavage.

“Oh, right,” Jessica grumbled. JoAnna was hot. So were the other girls mixed up in this. Jessica Chastain was in this for the pussy.

She scribbled a note. It was time to go.

“Excuse me, are you from tech services?”

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The voice made Jessica jump, but she recovered quickly and turned to find an elderly woman looking at her hopefully. Her SFUB nametag called her Betty.

“Uh, yes,” Jessica said.

“I can’t seem to access my email. Can you help me?”

“Uh, sure, yeah,” Jessica said, getting up.

“Good. My friend Linda sent me the hottest pictures of some shirtless firemen she found online, and I want to thank her for them,” Betty said, leading Jessica away.

* * * * * * * * * *

“And what was all that about?” Jennifer Finnigan asked when JoAnna returned to her area.

“Oh, just a long chat about staff reviews,” she said airily.

Jennifer couldn’t help but notice that her hair was slightly mussed; she had her own ideas about what those “staff reviews” were, but she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had her own – um – meetings in the past, after all.

As JoAnna took her place in front of the keyboard, safe in the knowledge that her PC was a bit faster now, she noticed that there was a folded sheet next to one of the speakers; she unfolded it and took in the contents “Saw something on the PC – might be what the girls were looking for. Keep you posted”- before crumpling it up and slipping it in a pocket for later disposal.

“YES!” JoAnna couldn’t help but cackle on seeing Jessica Chastain really had made it a little faster. That was a good cover if ever there was one.

Suddenly, a barefooted woman burst into the bank and held out an ID badge.