The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“FBI! Who’s in charge here?”

“Monty’s out back, getting cleaned up,” JoAnna said. “Can I help you?”

“Getting cleaned up from what?” Jennifer Finnigan asked.

“Get him here now. And lock down all your computers! You’ve got a hacker in building!”

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“Whoa, that’s more than shirtless,” Jessica said, getting into Betty’s email easily enough - her caps lock had been on. Now here were a couple of beefcake shots of fully naked firemen climbing all over their fire trucks, covered pretty much just in water. Right there was a giant black man with a giant black penis that he couldn’t hide behind even firefighting gear.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Betty said. “Want me to forward these to you for your own spank bank?”

“No thanks,” Jessica said, getting up. JoAnna had wisely not looked over at her, but this cute FBI chick with the lips made for cock sucking didn’t look like a fool. Jessica had to get out and get out fast…

“Okay everyone!” JoAnna called out. “We’re shutting the computers down! Everyone go gather in the employee lounge. We’re in FBI hands now!”

Jessica cursed under her breath, really hoping her firewalls had slowed down whoever that other hacker was long enough…

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“Gotcha!” Kat Dennings said, pumping her fist as the last firewall fell away, giving her complete access to whatever it was the hacker had been looking at. Quickly, she scanned the file names, seeing most of them were either deposits or withdrawals, and there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary here.

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Then she spotted one marked simply “Dyson.”

“What’s this?” she asked, moving her mouse to click on the file. It opened up to reveal a wall of code - too much code! - before suddenly going completely blank.

“DAMNIT!” Kat swore. She knew right away what had happened - someone at the bank itself had locked the system down, cutting it off from the network. If she wanted to see Dyson now, she’d have to go to SFUB and hack their system in person.

Meanwhile, the real hacker was probably ten miles away.

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Ten feet from where Tammin Sursok was ushering bank employees into the back room, Jessica Chastain was just about ready to give up and try to tackle the FBI agent when someone grabbed her and pulled her into the women’s bathroom.

“Take your clothes off! Quick!”

“JoAnna, I’m flattered, but now’s not really the time,” Jessica said, her eyes unable to leave JoAnna’s skin as the bank employee stripped off her shirt.

“Take off your clothes and get into mine. And undo that ponytail - you need to look as close to me as possible.”

“What’s going on?” Jessica asked, getting undressed anyway.

“I told the FBI girl and Monty that I left my access code fob in my car. You’re going to dress up like me and sneak out.”

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Jessica blinked - in part because JoAnna’s skin was flushed and still a little sweaty from her activities with her boss, but also in part because of how quick JoAnna had come up with this plan.

“Let’s do it,” Jessica said, yanking off her shirt.

Five minutes later, her hair tussled to look like JoAnna’s, wearing JoAnna’s blouse and nametag, Jessica slipped past the security guards and over to her car, and got exactly a hundred feet from the bank before the FBI tactical team came racing over the nearest hill.

JoAnna explained her change of clothes as having spilled an old coffee all over herself when she’d gone to the car, and with the video cameras down, and Betty’s memory fuzzy at best - she’d already forgotten how Jessica had gotten her into her email again - it would be weeks before anyone remembered that yes, there HAD been a second redhead in the bank, and no she hadn’t left before the FBI came storming in. Now all Jessica had to do was look over this Dyson file from the safety of her own computers.

Similarly, Kat Dennings arrived on site thirty minutes later and was allowed to restart the bank’s computer system. Twenty minutes after that, she had her own copy of “Dyson,” and was racing back to take a crack at it on HER computers.

Neither hacker realized just what she had in her hands until much, much later.

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“When can I see Megan?” Emma asked Hannah as she put on a change of clothing.

“When Mistress says you can,” the blonde replied regretfully. “She wants to talk to you first.”

“Same here,” Emma said grimly.

“Just try and relax; it’ll be over soon,” Hannah told her. “I’ll leave you with a little something to get you through till later.”

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“I already took my medicine,” Emma pointed out.

Hannah lifted up her shirt, giving the invalid a look at her excellent breasts that was just long enough for a dazzling smile to break out. Returning Emma’s smile, Hannah lowered the shirt.

“When you’re all better I’ll let you do more than look,” she promised.

“Same here,” Emma said again, sounding this time as if she was looking forward to it.

“I’ll see you later,” Hannah said, backing out of the room. “My mistress doesn’t like it when I hang around too long.”

Emma propped herself up in bed, watching Hannah as she turned and left. The maid’s uniform she was wearing was notably snug around her butt; if it was Rhona’s idea, that meant there was something in her favour. Not much, but it was something.

“Miss Davis is good for what ails you, I believe.”

Hannah Davis’s ass was swept to the back of Emma’s mind for later as a lovely British brunette strode into the room, without even the slightest pretence to smile – it was all business with her.

“So, Emma Rose Roberts,” Rhona continued. “We meet again.”

“Trying to make me feel worse with your supervillain act?” the safecracker asked.

“Count yourself lucky Rosie isn’t here,” the brunette snapped as she went up to the side of Emma’s bed. “She does not like people being rude to me, and I would rather not have you hurt. At this time, anyway.”

“Obviously, otherwise me and Megan would be at the bottom of the San Francisco Bay now,” Emma replied. “So why’d you snatch us? You could just as easily have let us get caught.”

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“I believe in the law of Michael Corleone – keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It would have been easier if you had been captured in the hospital, but then you would be out of my hands… and I would not be able to suggest a little arrangement.”

“What kind of ‘little arrangement’?” asked Emma.

“I know that you’re alone in the world, Miss Roberts. Your mother abandoned you as a child, and your father met his maker in a car accident…”

“Yeah yeah, bring out the violins.”

“If you interrupt me again, I will see to it that you are in no condition to do more than look at Hannah Davis,” Rhona said coldly.

She got Emma right where it would hurt. The safecracker drew an imaginary zip across her mouth.

“Your late father was adept at stealing artworks and safecracking – a case of like father, like daughter. And it occurs to me that a young woman with your skills could be useful to my organization; with your light fingers and my financial backing, it would be profitable for both of us.”

“Said the woman who left us to rot in prison,” Emma pointed out.

“All part of preparing for the future,” Rhona replied. “Plus I already did you a favour.”

“Since when?” asked Emma.

“Since the Countdown Communications affair.”

“Thanks for digging up that particular bad memory… but how’d that tie in with you?”

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“The woman who got you off - Reiko Aylesworth. One of my best employees at Lychan Hollowman,” Rhona said with a smirk. “I kept my eye on you after that.“

“One of your… shit, you own a law firm as well?”

“Useful to have lawyers working for you, I find. Even if they have no idea who they’re working for. But I assure you Miss Aylesworth is fully aware who the primary partner is – in some cases, honesty is the best policy. Especially when the other party is barely on nodding terms with things like scruples.”

“Kill all the lawyers,” Emma said.

“Most of them, I admit. But moving on…” Rhona lifted up the blanket covering Emma, ignoring the safecracker’s narrowed eyes as she took a look at her legs, nodding approvingly.

“Purely gratuitous,” she said as she put the blanket back. “I do like looking at your body. You don’t have to say thank you.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” Emma muttered.

“Now, I intend to expand my horizons somewhat. The Union Bank robbery was stage 1; in the next few days I’ll be holding a party here, with several would-be partners invited. If all goes well, and I believe it will, my move eastwards should be no problem. And as I said, you would be a very useful person to have in my employ.”

“What if I don’t want to be ‘in your employ’?”

“Ah,” Rhona smiled. “Then there will be a father-daughter reunion in your future.”

“He taught me a lot, but we were never really close,” Emma said. “But since you put it that way…”

“I don’t need a final answer right now,” Rhona told her. “Get some rest and think it over. I have a feeling you’ll make the right choice.”

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With that, Rhona took her leave and Emma turned over as if about to get some sleep. Oh, she intended to make the right choice – being part of the Rhona Mitra machine could have its advantages. For starters, it would be a lot easier to kill that British cunt.

Just the thought of that made Emma Roberts feel a little better.

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“You wanted to see me?” Kat Dennings asked on coming into Jessica Biel’s office, looking very uneasy.

“Mm-hmm. Have a seat, Kat,” the director replied, smiling reassuringly.

Kat sat down, nervously twisting her hands.

“Relax, no one’s going to get fired. I’ve been noticing you today – you seem to have something on your mind besides work. And your action figures,” Jessica said knowingly.

“Is it that obvious?” asked Kat.

“It’s that obvious.”

Kat sighed. “That business with the bank yesterday…”

“You did get the information,” Jessica reminded her. “And it’s only a matter of time before we figure it out.”

“Yes, but I couldn’t stop whoever was on the other end,” Kat said ruefully. “Everything I threw up, they got past… I should’ve kept them out. I screw up everything… I don’t know why you keep trusting me.”

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“We all make mistakes,” Jessica said.

“Tell me about it.”

“But you didn’t make any yesterday,” the boss added. “You’re a good worker, Kat. This could be a way in to finding who’s behind all those bank attacks…”

“Until I screw up next time. I can’t do anything properly… not even offduty,” Kat continued. “I bet it goes south with that date this weekend as well… sometimes I think my collection’s the only way I’ll ever have someone in my life…”

“Now that’s just silly,” Jessica said. “You’re smart, you’re gorgeous… you should have people falling over you. That idiot Ben caught sight of you that time you were wearing jeans and I hear he spent the whole night at the bar talking about your behind – about the only time he ever talked sense, I bet.”

“I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but I’m just a big clumsy girl…”

“You come with me,” Jessica interrupted briskly. “I need to have a word with you in private.”

“But we’re in your office,” Kat pointed out, confused.

“Just come…” And Jessica led Kat out of her office.

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Rebel Wilson was not built for speed, but she nearly hit the ceiling at an impressive rate of knots when Director Biel came marching into the janitorial area. Shit on toast, what was bringing the boss down here?

“Listen, I can explain—“ she started.

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“Not a word, and take the rest of the day off,” Jessica interrupted.

Seeing Kat Dennings following in her wake, Rebel leaped to a conclusion and nodded, heading for the exit.

“AFTER we’re done,” the boss said. “You make sure we’re not interrupted for anything.”

The janitor sat down again and saluted. “You can count on me, ma’am.”

Kat swallowed as she was escorted away from Rebel; she was feeling like she could use some more people around, just for the support. And where were they going, anyway?
Jessica stopped by the supply closet, opened it and stepped inside, beckoning to Kat to follow as she switched the light on. Raising an eyebrow, Kat did as she was told, closing the door behind her and noticing Jessica nodding approvingly (not that she had a choice – the closet wasn’t tiny but there was no way she could avoid looking at the boss).

“Am I in trouble?” Kat asked meekly.

Jessica laughed a little, patting one of Kat’s shoulders. “That’s the last thing you’re in. You just need to have some confidence put in that hot body of yours.”

“You… you think I’m hot?”

Jessica stared at Kat; this girl must have had one hell of a cloistered upbringing, that or family who tore into her since puberty. There was something to be said for girls who didn’t know they were sexy, but this was something else. Gently holding onto Kat’s shoulders, she nodded.

“Someone like Agent Bell’s hot,” Kat said, looking down at her feet. “I’m just a big gap-toothed schlump.”

“You’re not a schlump,” Jessica told her. “You’re a smart, capable… very well-built woman.”

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“Is this where you tell me to take off my glasses and shake my hair out?” Kat asked knowingly.

“You don’t need to take your glasses off,” Jessica said, slowly moving her hands onto Kat’s front. “You just have to see what we all see.”

She leaned in close and kissed the nape of Kat’s neck. “We see a butterfly about to come out of its shell.”

Rebel, having crept up to the closet door, made retching motions (but kept them soundless).

Kat felt Jessica’s hands resting on her top, gently stroking the chest. “Who said you were fat?” the boss asked.

“My sisters,” the analyst admitted. “They said I should be skinny like them.”

“Their loss,” Jessica replied, undoing a button of Kat’s top. And another. And then another, slowly revealing more and more of Kat Dennings’s cleavage, with her eyes widening more and more; even though the bra Kat was wearing was a perfect fit, there was still plenty of the creamy flesh spilling out.

“Take it off,” the boss whispered when Kat’s top was completely opened.

“But my shirt-“

“Not that,” Jessica interrupted.

Kat nervously reached around her back and unclasped the brassiere, letting her enormous breasts loose. Jessica’s mouth dropped open – those things were huge and beautiful, with the kind of swollen nipples she could suck on for days. The boss took a breast in each hand, loving how they were spilling out over the sides, and hefted each one as she shook her head… she couldn’t believe she was getting to play with ones this big.

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“I’m SO jealous,” Jessica admitted, resting her head between Kat’s breasts as she continued to fondle them. “Maybe you should keep dressing like you always do… no one would get any work done if you started raiding Helen Flanagan’s wardrobe.”

Burying her face deep inside all that soft flesh, Jessica gently tweaked Kat’s nipples, listening to the other woman’s moan as her other hand slid down her back and under her dress; she wasn’t surprised to find Kat had some sizeable underwear underneath. “You’re so warm…” she mumbled into Kat’s chest.

“Um…” Kat was unable to think of anything to say as she felt Jessica’s hand resting on her plump cheeks. On the one hand, she was nervous – she hadn’t been in this kind of situation before, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it. And yet, knowing the times – knowing ALL the times – she had glanced secretly at her boss in action, she wasn’t sure she didn’t want it. And now Jessica was putting both her hands up her dress…

“Turn around…” Jessica said, in between licks on Kat’s chest. “C’mon, don’t you want to make your boss happy?”

(Outside, Rebel Wilson was wishing she had X-ray vision around now.)

Kat Dennings did want to make her boss happy. Very much. She carefully turned around until her back was to Jessica, and gulped as the boss undid her dress. The voluminous fabric landed on the ground as Kat’s generous bottom, encased in what Jessica had to admit were granny panties, was revealed.

“I’ll do it,” Kat said quietly, and lowered the underwear herself. Jessica followed her with her eyes as she brought the panties down to her feet, staring at the booty on view.

“Wow…” Jessica breathed as Kat stretched back up. Her rump was round, big and soft, and the definition of pale and interesting. Whoever called her a big fat schlump should’ve been locked up – nothing wrong with having some meat on the bones, especially when it looked like that.

“You are a goddess, Kat. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

“Uhh… thank you,” Kat managed to say, before yelping – Jessica had dropped to her knees and kissed her ass as if SHE was the one in charge.

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“And a goddess needs some worshipping,” Jessica added, stroking Kat’s thighs before kissing it again. “My friend’ll love you on Saturday.”

“That’s kind of what I’m afraid of,” Kat admitted, moving a little less nervously under Jessica’s fingers. “If it goes a lot further… I might not know what to do. ‘Cause… because I’ve never actually been with anyone like this before.”

(“She’s still a virgin?” Rebel said in a low voice, before preening herself that a woman with her build had lost her cherry like years ago.)

“That’s all right,” Jessica said reassuringly (while not letting on how surprised she was; even allowing for Kat’s personality, she was amazed someone with a body like that underneath hadn’t at least tried it and been put off men after a disappointing first time, or something). “Happens to all of us.”

As she squished her breasts against the wall while pressing her hands on the surface, Kat flashed back to the time she’d found some magazines in her dad’s closet when she was 16; Mom bought lots of magazines with women in them as well, but in the ones Dad had the girls didn’t have anything on (or what they did have on they soon took off). She still had soft spots for Lindsey Vuolo and Christi Shake… anyway, Kat had hidden her secret likings under her geek façade, but one good thing came from it – no one EXPECTED her to be interested in boys. So she could go to see “Thor” and talk about it with her colleagues without fear of anyone asking who she preferred, Hemsworth or Hiddleston (Portman. It was always Portman. She was so jealous of the girl who played Darcy getting to spend most of her screen time standing next to her…).

And now here was one of her crush objects gently kneading Kat’s ass as Jessica moved her head down, separating the flesh to get access to what was between her legs. Kat quivered in anticipation; Jessica Biel’s tongue had found her slit. It wasn’t like she was obsessed with anyone ever going down there – Kat had never really dreaded becoming a 40-year-old virgin or anything -  but this was a whole world away from  writing slash fiction. She felt the tip of Jessica’s tongue delicately touching her box, dabbing on her clit and slowly moving between the lips. Oh wow… Kat swallowed as she enjoyed the boss tasting her. So much better than a finger or a cucumber.

The slow and steady pace of Jessica’s mouth started to increase, and though Kat didn’t do any gambling outside of the odd scratchcard she was willing to bet Jessica was liking it down below. It certainly sounded like it. Combined with how Jessica’s hands were stroking as much of her body as they could reach, she was feeling better than she had felt in ever.

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Whoa… now this was something she’d never felt before. She was tingling, and not in a Spider-Sense way either - her whole body was steaming up, being filled with energy and fire starting from her crotch. Kat squealed as Jessica’s tongue lit on one particular spot – she gritted her teeth to try and stop from shouting, pressing her body against the wall as Jessica’s mouth loved her harder, feeling her pussy soaking from the treatment it was getting.

“Whoo… whoa… Yes… yesyesyesyesyesyeeeaaaaaaAAAGGGHHHHH!!!” She couldn’t resist any longer, shaking like a leaf and finding it hard to catch her breath. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! YESYESYESYESYESBOSS!!!!”

(Thrusting a hand in and out of her opened jeans and listening, Rebel flashed back to when Ben had fucked her; he hadn’t made her howl nearly as much.)

Holding the quaking woman’s legs, Jessica gave Kat’s pussy one final lick before she moved back, keeping her hands on her body as she got up. Jessica kept contact even as Kat turned around, and the boss felt herself moistening more on getting a full-frontal shot of Miss Dennings for the few seconds before the glowing and grateful Kat embraced her, kissing her repeatedly as if a load had been taken from her shoulders. The director couldn’t resist pulling her closer, the better to feel Kat’s lactobombs resting on her own sizeable but suddenly tiny in comparison jugs. (Although for once she didn’t mind feeling the way Agent Bell probably did 24/7.)

Neither of them noticed the door to the closet quietly opening a crack and Rebel Wilson looking inside; she was rewarded by a full-length sight of boss and employee kissing while in each other’s arms, Jessica Biel’s fingers caressing Kat Dennings’ ass, as Kat rested her head on Jessica’s chest. Wank fodder for the evening secured, Rebel closed the door – if they had spotted her she’d have been fired, but it was worth it.

“Thank you…” Kat smiled, glancing up at the boss. “I’m glad it was you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Jessica replied. “You taste great.”

“We’d better get back,” Kat giggled.

“I’m the boss,” Jessica said, stroking the other woman’s thick brown tresses. “They can wait.”

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“You know, I thought it would be…”

“Better?” asked Jessica.

“Worse,” Kat admitted. “I heard some girls say they had it bad the first time…”

“Now I should REALLY thank you,” Jessica laughed. “Out with it.”

“With what?” asked Kat.

“I can tell you’ve still got something to say…”

“Well, I’ve always wondered what a… well, you know… tastes like,” Kat explained. “And I’ve always imagined you’d be the first to show me.”

“On your knees, Kat,” Jessica smiled. “Like I said, they can wait…”

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Time was heavy on the hands of the group; progress was basically at a standstill. They still had no idea about how to get Megan and Emma back, the longer they were out of the loop the worse it would be for them… and going out was out of the question. So they were thanking the heavens for daytime TV, with the gang currently tuning in to Jeopardy! and having a high old time yelling the right questions at the screen.

Except for Hayden. Since “Jeopardy!” was on Channel 7, she just couldn’t bring herself to watch right now; she associated Channel 7 with Ashley Benson, and it just made her far too killy to tune into the thing, even when a show was running that she had absolutely nothing to do with. So while the others were tuning in to Trebek, the ex-reporter was in the room she shared with Megan (or would have shared if she was still there), leafing through one of the magazines JoAnna and Troian had brought on their last visit and wishing aliens could arrive from another planet and offer a universal cure for illness in exchange for Courtney Stodden and the Real Housewives Of Whatever (which would be a fair swap).

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The door was knocked on, taking Hayden away from reality TV show gossip. “C’mon in!” she called.

“You all right, Hayd?” asked Roselyn, poking her head through the opened gap.

“About the same as ever in this setup,” the blonde sighed.

“Blake wants a word with you,” the leader said. “She’s in her and Shay’s room.”

“Well, I guess Lisa Vanderpump can wait,” Hayden replied, tossing the magazine aside and getting off her bed. “Enjoy the rest of the games.”

“I will,” Roselyn assured her. “Mainly because I’m winning.”

With the sound of quiz show noise behind her, Hayden knocked on the door of Blake and Shay’s place (it hadn’t escaped her notice that they had basically the same living arrangements they’d had in Remy Hadley). What Blake wanted to see her about she had no idea, but at least it was a change from basically doing nothing.

“So what’s up?” Hayden asked when Blake opened the door.

“I wanted to talk to you,” the tall blonde replied. “Inside – I don’t want the others to hear this.”

Hayden’s interest rose a few levels. Something secretive? Did she have something she had to get off her chest? Wondering what it was, Hayden stepped inside.

Shutting the door, Blake turned to face her with a slightly nervous look on her lovely face. “It’s about… about Remy Hadley,” she began.

“Still can’t get used to being out of there, huh?” Hayden asked sympathetically. “Worried they might catch us?”