The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“I could do it,” Alicia offered.

“NO!” Roselyn said sharply. “What possible excuse could you come up with? And suppose she thinks you’re working with us and calls the cops - who’s going to take care of Joshua then?”

“So that only leaves JoAnna and Troian,” said Hayden. “I say we should send JoAnna.”

“Why?” asked Blake.

“Because I don’t want baby girl risking herself any more than she already is,” replied the blonde.

“Same reason I’m voting for Troian,” Shay parried.

“Love’s grand, ain’t it?” Alicia said ruefully.

“I’ll say JoAnna,” Blake chipped in. “Monica wouldn’t have any reason to think she’s involved.”

“My vote’s for Troian,” said Olivia. “She could say it’s for Channel Five as part of a followup they’re doing on us.”

“Yeah, that could work,” Roselyn agreed. “Motion carried – Troian it is.”

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to do it,” Alicia said sarcastically.

“Troian can be pretty persuasive when she wants to,” Hayden assured her. “Plus with those legs maybe Monica’ll be so turned on she’ll just give her the information in return for some sexy funtime.”

“I could do with some sexy funtime now,” Olivia mused. “Maybe with Navi.”

“I thought you liked guys,” smiled Roselyn.

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“I do, but…” Olivia smiled back. “It can get a little lonely sometimes, and she was pretty hot.”

“We’ll take care of you before this is all over, relax,” Shay chuckled.

“Something else we have to take care of,” Roselyn continued. “Blake? It’s time.”

Shay gulped, hoping no one had noticed, as the tall blonde headed to the kitchen.

“She had me do this the day we got here,” Blake explained to Alicia en route. “Saving them for when we couldn’t hold off any longer.”

“Hold off what?” Mrs. Sanchez-in-waiting asked as Blake returned, the wooden ends of five matches sticking out of her clenched right fist.

“Hold off the draw to see which one of us sends Rhona Mitra to hell,” Roselyn explained. “Whoever gets the burnt match gets the job.”

“And if it’s Megan or Emma, she gets to lower the boom when we get them out,” Olivia added. “I’m going to draw for Megan, Hayden’s got Emma.”

Blake looked at the five matches she’d just swizzled around with her eyes shut as the other women gathered close around her, their fingers ready. “All right guys, on three… one… two… THREE.”

Each woman went for a match, and a moment later Blake let out a relieved sigh on seeing she’d drawn an unlit one.  Alicia also looked happy to see Roselyn’s hand brandishing her similarly unused match; Roselyn Sanchez had never gone in for murder, and despite the circumstances Alicia didn’t want her to start now.

Shay Mitchell sat there as if she was all alone, staring at her match.

And the blackened stump at its tip.

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“So how’s the next Megyn Kelly?” Ashley’s mother asked.

“Mom, I’m not there yet,” Ashley replied, wishing they were chatting on the phone and not via Skype so she could grimace the way she always wanted to whenever anyone mentioned Fox News. “Getting a step closer though…”

“Oh?” asked Mom.

“The station manager called me in today,” the blonde continued. “Apparently TPTB at the network got in touch and-“

“TPTB?”

“The powers that be,” Ashley translated.  “Anyway, they’re looking to get reporters for their national news show and guess who’s on their list?”

“So the whole country’s going to be seeing my baby?” the Benson maternal unit smiled. “All the way to the top, Ashley!”

“Hang on a minute,” her daughter said briskly. “I’ll have to call you back - I’ve got to take this message…”

This message was an indication that there was another person who wanted to have a video chat. Normally Ashley would’ve been fine with dividing her attention between the two people on the other end, but the person wanting to talk wasn’t inclined to share. Or wait.

“Is it work-related?” Mom asked.

“Oh yeah,” Ashley said. “Call you back, ‘kay? Love you!”

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“I love you, baby! Knock ‘em dead!” Her mother’s fist punching the air was the last thing Ashley saw before closing that window, and clicking open the other one.

Ashley kept her smile intact, as much as she didn’t want to – just because she owed Rhona Mitra a lot didn’t mean she had to like her. Or the woman sitting next to her in the back of their limousine, sporting a grin with truly astonishing shit-eating capabilities and radiating MILF waves – something the young man sitting in between them looked very aware of. If only he knew he was catching a ride with two Grade A cunts… Ashley couldn’t say “Poor kid,” but she could think it.

“Hello, Miss Benson,” Rhona said without smiling, even though she had her hand stroking the poor kid’s right thigh. “I trust tonight’s top story will be what we discussed?”

“Signed, sealed and delivered,” Ashley assured her.

Since becoming a marquee name, Ashley had been getting some influence in how the main news bulletins were ordered and shown on air. Not enough to be in charge every single night because even Ashley knew there were limits to the weight that could be thrown around, but enough to make sure that one R. Mitra’s interests were pretty well represented. Tonight, for instance, would give prominence to the brutal murder of several gang members visiting San Francisco; they had all been found in one location, each shot in the head like it was Mexico or something.

The members belonged to one of Rhona’s rivals elsewhere in the state, arranged so said rival would understand just who was in charge around here – as well as to send a message to the people from Nevada that she was currently in negotiations with, message being that they WOULD handle things her way or not at all. This would also be beneficial for Rhona’s female friend, who smiled up at Ashley; since Carol Vorderman had had some trouble in the past from the same group, this was a bit of a weight off her shoulders.

“That won’t be a problem,” Ashley assured Rhona.

“Of course not,” Rhona replied. “This is my friend Carol Vorderman; her husband is a very big fan of your body.”

“Of work, obviously,” Carol added with a knowing smirk.

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“Yeah. Of work,” said Ashley.

“This young man is one of her interns,” Rhona continued, as the guy waved at Ashley. “He’s a man of few words… or should that be no words, because he lacks the ability to speak.”

“But he’s better at his job than many people who can,” Carol continued.  “And he never wastes time on the phone.”

Lowering her voice to a stage whisper, Carol added “Plus he has a beautiful cock on him.”

“Carol!” Rhona said in mock anger. “You’re a married woman!”

“He knows, and he doesn’t mind – do you Scott?”

Scott, smiling sheepishly, shook his head as Ashley resisted the temptation to put her head in her palms. Although she had to admit he was pretty damn tasty, she had had these meetings before and she knew what was coming.

“Carol and I have had a rather stressful morning,” Rhona continued, “and we need something to help us relax. Something non-alcoholic, preferably.”

“What’s your poison?” Ashley asked, as if she didn’t know.

“Stand up,” Rhona said.  “And step back from the screen until I tell you to stop.”

The blonde got up and moved away, walking backwards and hating how her screen was so large; Rhona and Carol’s faces would get small, but not small enough.

“Stop,” said Rhona. “Now please show Miss Vorderman your legs.”

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Ashley had come to work that day in a pantsuit; a nice dark brown number. Remembering to keep a smile on her face as if she couldn’t wait to do it, she unzipped the pants and stepped out of them, displaying her lithe pins and silken panties. Carol’s grin became wider as Ashley told herself not to let cracks show – she was fine with showing off what she had, but she preferred it on her own terms.

“Scott never stops smiling when he watches you,” Carol said. “He really wants to see your breasts. So does hubby. And so do I,” she added, a hungry look on her face.

“You know what to do,” Rhona added.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ashley said quietly, hating it more and more as she unbuttoned her shirt. Most of all she hated how she had decided to go braless today, a decision she really hadn’t regretted until now. Rhona and Carol’s eyes zeroed in on Ashley’s perky breasts as she let the shirt slide off her onto the floor, putting the palms of her hands underneath them and letting them jiggle a little, her smile getting a little genuine (she loved fondling herself, even if it was for people she didn’t like).

“Leave us now,” Rhona told Scott. Without a word, the young man exited the limousine, letting his eyes flick briefly Benson-wards.

“I wish my boobs still looked like that,” Carol said, not paying the slightest attention to Scott’s departure. “If she was here with us, I would be licking on those for days.”

“Why, thank you,” Ashley replied, wishing it had been from that cute guy they had just booted out.

“My husband has never been sure what he should be more impressed by,” Carol continued, “your screen personality or your bottom. Perhaps you should let us see the latter just to be sure.”

Ashley pivoted around and crouched down out of webcam range, slipping off her panties before rising, her bare backside hitting the centre of Rhona and Carol’s viewing screen.

“Oh my,” Carol smiled. “Definitely your bottom.”

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The blonde bent herself forward, thrusting her behind forward and spreading it open. Rhona nodded approvingly; she hadn’t had to urge her on this time.  Both women studied Ashley’s snatch and backdoor, Carol licking her lips.

Ashley couldn’t see Carol leaning forward to kiss the screen image of her asshole, for which she was grateful – but she could see the door open, and Scott come in. How many copies of her key had Rhona made, anyway? She didn’t dare ask – she only knew that like the other times this had happened, there was nothing she could do about it. Still, as the boy came towards her while removing his clothes, Ashley reflected that it could have been worse. Hell, it HAD been worse.

Some of them had been much, much worse. This guy Scott though… Ashley had to admit that what he was displaying as he shed his clothes wasn’t bad at all; he looked like he spent a fair bit of time at the gym when he wasn’t doing whatever Vorderman told him to do. He took care of his teeth as well, as Ashley saw when he smiled at her, his eyes sparkling as he took in her nakedness. Almost as much as hers were on taking in his.

“That’s a nice package he has there, isn’t it?” Carol asked Ashley.

“Oh yeah,” the reporter replied, estimating his cock was about a seven-incher. Not the biggest she’d had, but she could take that in no problem.

“Unfortunately this isn’t about what you want,” Rhona said. “It’s about what we want. So no head for him today.”

“Shit,” Ashley thought behind the smile.

“Show the nice man your bottom, Ashley,” Carol said cheerily. “Don’t worry, we know you have to prepare for the evening’s broadcast – he’s not going to sodomize you.”

“Thank you,” the blonde said, daintily twirling around and presenting her rear view to the lad. Keeping the smile up, Ashley pretended she didn’t see Carol leaning forward and touching the screen on a spot which would have corresponded with where her vagina was on their image.

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Scott showed he believed in action, rather than words, by moving right behind her and kissing her shoulderblades while his arms encircled her front, cupping her breasts in his hands. He squashed them and fondled them, getting her nipples in between two fingers of each hand. Ashley turned to face him, wishing that they weren’t in front of the webcam so she could keep the two criminals from seeing everything.

Ashley kissed Scott as he moved his fingers around her body; she didn’t know why he wasn’t speaking, and she didn’t care. Scott returned the kiss before starting to taste her jugs, one hand fondling her butt and the other heading between her legs, enjoying how moist she was getting there. Ashley took his cock in her hand, feeling its long hardness continuing to swell as she stroked it. It was so rare to come across a cute guy who had some serious baggage in his trousers; if she hadn’t had an audience she’d have popped this in her mouth and sucked him dry.

Scott’s hands both moved onto Ashley’s ass, lifting her up and setting her onto the table with her legs opened slightly – just enough for him to get access. Ashley reflected that it was fortunate you couldn’t zoom in with webcams, or they might have tried to get a closeup of the guy’s erection going inside her… her closed eyes and open mouth relayed that moment perfectly to Rhona and Carol, the latter blissfully remembering the last time she’d been on the receiving end of that organ.

Ashley ground back against Scott as he began to pump her. She fondled his body, not letting herself be distracted by the lipstick mark on one of his shoulders (a souvenir from that morning, the last time he and Carol had fucked) as she felt him filling the spot between her legs. In and out it went, building up the rhythm as he ground against her; every stroke heated her up more as she waited for the inevitable.

Unbeknownst to Ashley, Rhona actually could zoom in – thereby getting herself a perfect close shot of Scott’s lengthy rod sliding in and out of the reporter’s soaking blonde pussy. He was thrusting it in her up to his balls, and gradually getting faster; her eyes were watching the cock going back and forth with no little envy.

“How long can he go for?” Rhona asked Carol in a low voice, the better to keep Ashley from hearing.

“If I hadn’t done him before we arrived, probably half an hour,” her friend replied. “He’ll be finished soon, I think.”

Indeed, he was already starting to thrash beside Ashley, the blonde reporter clutching and clawing him as she bucked against his body, wishing that just once Rhona would let her hook up again with the guys she’d procured for their pleasure. He was heating up her box for days, and she loved how Scott’s hot cock felt inside her so much that she wouldn’t have minded if he came inside her and the hell with condoms…

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“NOOOO!!!!” Ashley wailed, feeling him move all the way back and out. The guy may have been considerate enough not to want to impregnate her, but this was about what SHE wanted – and she didn’t want Scott to pull out right on the verge of leaving his payload inside her. Screw what Rhona said, she wanted and needed that juice… mid-orgasm she quickly dropped to her knees as Scott moved off the desk and stood on the floor.

She was fast, but Scott was faster – before she had time to risk Rhona’s wrath by gulping his jizz, the white stream shot out of his tip, splattering Ashley’s face. With his right hand clutching his shaft, Scott guided the creamy fluid along her face, sending it along her cheeks, lips and nose, with some of it even landing in her hair. And it and he just kept on coming… holy guacamole, how long could this go on? Ashley wasn’t crazy about bukkake, but what she tasted of him was so good that she could forgive him. Especially with how she was feeling inside in general and between her legs in particular.

Rhona could also forgive Ashley for trying to have a gobble, because of how she was capturing the whole display for posterity; as she had done each time Ashley performed for her, she stopped the recording.

“This one’s a keeper,” Carol laughed.

“They all are,” Rhona assured her softly. “For insurance. Just in case Miss Benson should get a little above herself.”

The women watched as Ashley, flushed with the afterglow, kissed Scott’s shaft while forcing herself to leave it at that. “Nice…” she breathed, looking up at him and unable to think of anything else to say. Scott didn’t have to say anything – his huge smile did it all.

As the blonde got up, she thought that all of this would come to a stop someday… that someday she’d be completely untouchable. And when that day came, she’d think of a way to get Rhona Mitra off her back without getting herself killed. It would be hard, but Ashley Benson knew you could do anything if you wanted it badly enough. Yeah, she owed where she was now to Rhona, but it didn’t mean she was stuck with her for life.

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“Thank you, Ashley,” Rhona said calmly. “Scott, I’ll see you shortly.” And ignoring whatever Ashley was about to say, she terminated the connection.

“Putting out sex tapes would embarrass her, I agree,” Carol said thoughtfully, “but it wouldn’t be the end of her career. It’s not like she’s sleeping with Shetland ponies or Dobermans or whatever.”

“No, Miss Benson has not made love to a creature,” Rhona agreed. “Yet.”

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Kate Mara looked so girly you’d have thought she’d yowl or something at how hot the coffee was, so it always kind of impressed Troian Bellisario that she could drink it so easily. It helped that it was a whole lot better than the kind she’d had to put up with at Channel 7, yeah, but still.

Troian wasn’t really in the mood for talking any more than Kate was. No one liked having to read news stories about missing people being found dead, but it was much, much worse when it was someone you knew; it had taken all of Kate’s professional poise to relay the news about the search for the long-missing Katy Bailey having come to a tragic end that morning. She didn’t care if Katy worked for a rival station and she didn’t care what Miss Bailey liked to put inside her body, Katy had been a friend… to disappear off the face of the earth after being fired, and then turn up in a field by the Mexican border – she didn’t deserve that.

And Troian, who HAD been a colleague of the late Miss Bailey, had shed tears freely when Kate read the story, being thankful that she was behind the cameras. Kate, who’d done a little crying of her own after the news, was grateful for the company that lunchtime – even though the two hadn’t said anything, just sat there in the diner having coffee and silently commiserating.

Troian heard the phone in her pocket, indicating a message was coming in. It could wait till she got home.

Even if it WAS from Hayden.

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Jessica Alba and Julie Bowen were another pair having some coffee, as the two stood in the corridor on their break.

“So you’re still looking to get a transfer?” Jessica asked Julie.

“Yeah; maybe to a men’s prison this time,” the blonde laughed. “Seriously, my fiancé really wants me to get another gig. Says being associated with the big breakout makes me look bad.”

“Not as bad as it makes Winslet look, and she’s staying around…”

Jessica and Julie paused to watch a small, slim, sexy blonde dressed for success briskly pass them by, a somewhat pissed-off look on her face. Both guards watched her walk up the corridor before Julie shook herself out of it.

“Not three-way material, not three-way material,” she told herself hastily.

“You hold that thought,” said Jessica, dumping her emptied cup in the trashcan before heading up the corridor herself…

“Great legs,” Helen Mirren murmured as she passed by Agent Kristen Bell on her way to the gym.

“Thank you,” Kristen replied, on her way to the courtyard.

At least there was an English blonde at Remy Hadley who was happy to see her; even though she’d arranged beforehand to visit Warden Winslet for some more questions, Kristen had been kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Seriously, how long could a meeting be?

“Well, THAT was a waste of time,” Kristen muttered, heading to the helicopter as her hair blew into her face, thanks to a sudden blast of wind. As the helicopter started up, she reflected that she couldn’t even come back with a warrant…

“AGENT BELL! AGENT BELL!”

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The hair still in her face, Kristen brushed it aside and saw a woman racing towards her – one of the guards, and a pretty foxy one at that; long brown hair, the kind of coffee complexion other Latinas would kill for, and lips that under other circumstances she would’ve kissed for days. So why was she in such a hurry to talk to her? Declaration of love?

“What can I do for you?” Kristen asked as Jessica Alba caught up with her.

“I tried to talk to you last time you and the other two were here, but by the time I was through clearing some stuff up you were gone,” Jessica panted.

“Call me when I get back down – I really gotta go…”

“This can’t wait!” Jessica interrupted. “It’s about Scarlett getting beaten up…”

“We’re working on it,” Kristen assured her. “When we find the San Fran 8 we’ll find out which one of them hurt Johansson.”

“That’s just it! It wasn’t any of them!”

Kristen hesitated for a moment, and then shouted to the pilot “SHUT IT DOWN!” before turning back to the anxious guard.

“What do you mean, it wasn’t any of them?” the agent asked. “We heard from Scarlett herself that one of them did it after they gangbanged her during the breakout.”

“Scarlett’s always been willing to be a little… friendly with the prisoners, all right? That much’s true. And she got knocked out, yeah, but it didn’t last long and Cate called us all together to go after them, and she called Scarlett into the locker room and…” Jessica swallowed. “We all heard Cate Blanchett beating the shit out of her. I swear she would’ve killed her if she’d gone on-“

“And none of you went in there to stop her?” Kristen interrupted.

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“Cate is one seriously scary fucker,” Jessica told her. “None of us wanted to be on the receiving end of that stick of hers, not after what she did to Summer Glau…”

“But she told us that it was one of the prisoners!”

“WHICH ONE?!?” Jessica shouted. “If Scarlett had wanted to say which one it was, she’d have said! So which one did she say do it?!”

Kristen stood there for a moment, before taking out her card. “You call me when I get back to base,” she told Jessica. “I want you to come down and make a statement… you ready to do that?”

“Definitely,” the guard replied. “I’ll be ringing you when I sign out.”

“Thanks,” Kristen finished, before nodding to the pilot as Jessica walked away, tucking the card into her top.

As Kristen boarded the chopper, the two things that had occurred to her following what Jessica had said kept turning over in her head – one, there was no reason for Scarlett not to at least try to name the prisoner who’d beaten her. And two, Kristen hadn’t PERSONALLY spoken to her…

…but Beverley Mitchell had. She made a note to ask her exactly what Scarlett had said.

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Dr. Freema Agyeman finished making her notes on the patients’ progress, the calm and professionally detached look on her face hiding her relief. She was a doctor and she liked to keep a distance, but she still didn’t like to lose any patient.

She could see Jennifer Lawrence’s bed from her office; the young prisoner had been on the uptick over the past few hours. The doctor had been silently rooting for her the most – anyone who landed on Jaime Pressly didn’t deserve to die young, good or not.

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Dr. Agyeman had promised to keep Scarlett’s family informed on the woman’s condition, and though the young guard wasn’t out of the woods yet it was promising. Better yet, the views of all concerned that Cate Blanchett was a fighter were true – she’d stabilized, and one of the nurses had even claimed to have heard her mumble something. Dr. Agyeman had put that down to the fetish Nurse Watts had for Australians - until she heard Blanchett mumbling herself.

Though the doctor wasn’t the type to cross her fingers, she was willing to lay money on both guards at least being able to talk in the next few days.

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As the programme started, Olivia Wilde squirmed in her chair.

“Yeah, I hate this show myself,” Roselyn said sympathetically.

“It’s not that…” Olivia replied, reaching into her pants pocket. “The phone’s on maximum vibration, AGAIN.” That last word was accompanied by a glare aimed at Hayden as she pulled the phone out.

“Hey, what’s up?...It’s for you.” Olivia handed the phone to Miss Panettiere. “Your girlfriend. And turn it down a notch next time.”

“Sorry,” Hayden mouthed. “Hey, Troian…”

“Did I wake you up?” the brunette asked from her bed.

“Nah, we’re all still watching TV till we drop off. I can’t sleep anyway.”

“You heard about Katy, huh?”

“Yeah,” said the blonde. “Poor girl – I was kinda hoping she’d turn up… you know. I wish I could get in touch with the family…”

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“I heard Channel 7 dedicated the main news to her,” Troian added. “Even after they fired her.”

“Bastards,” Hayden said about her former employers.

“Ain’t that the truth,” agreed Troian, pausing before continuing.  “I got your message… what’s the job?”

“We have to get Mitra’s home address… how do you feel about paying a visit to a hot Italian realtor?” asked Hayden.

“At home or at work?”

“It’s gotta be at home. Ideally without Mrs. Grande around.”

“Get it by any means necessary, right?” Troian asked, allowing herself to smile.

“Lady’s the winner,” replied Hayden.

“I’m on it,” her girlfriend assured her.

“We all owe you big time. Vaya con Dios, Troian.”

“You too, baby girl,” said the brunette. “You too.”

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There weren’t enough chairs in Jessica Biel’s office for everyone there to sit down, so someone had to be the loser. Tammin Sursok wasn’t sure how she’d become that loser, but at least she could now literally look down on Beverley Mitchell.