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Feigning reluctance and knowing what was coming, Troian licked Monica’s cleft before leaving it, moving up the woman’s back and kissing it before resting against her head. Monica turned to kiss Troian on the lips before gently pushing her away a little; before the young woman got the wrong idea, Monica turned herself on her side, taking her time in doing so – whether because she didn’t want to hit Troian by mistake or to let the woman have a good long look at her excellent swaying breasts and thick hairy pussy, Troian didn’t know or care.
Within seconds Monica had Troian’s neatly trimmed snatch in her sights; resting a hand on Troian’s thigh, the woman moved in for the kiss. Troian’s tongue entered Monica just as she started to taste the younger woman. The two were soon blending together, munching each other in perfect harmony; Troian painted Monica’s pussy walls with her tongue while Miss Bellucci expertly flicked her tongue inside the young woman, both loving how snug and warm each other was.
Troian wanted to override Monica and go back to tasting the woman’s ass, but… not just yet. Gripping her velvety flesh, Troian burrowed her tongue between Monica’s pussy walls, rubbing it around her clit. As much energy as she was putting into it, Monica was effortlessly matching her, making her steam between her legs with each little stroke of the tongue. No matter how much she tried, there was no way youth could beat experience in this race. Not that she minded losing to this goddess…
Troian gave in, creaming over Monica’s mouth as she enjoyed all the heat the two were giving off. Thrusting her body against the woman’s, she licked up Monica’s secretions as she began to ponder how she could make this a permanent arrangement. There had to be some way she could talk Ariana around… she tasted too good to be kept to herself.
“Not bad at all…” Troian gasped as she came down, turning herself back up so she could rest against Monica’s upper half. “Could’ve been longer…”
“Less chance of us getting caught,” Monica replied, smiling as she caressed Troian. “Do you do this with all your interviewees?”
“Only the really sexy ones,” Troian sighed, kissing her as she stroked her breasts. “Boy, she’ll be so jealous.”
“Who?” Monica asked, still smiling.         
“Shay loves Italian pussy…” Troian said lazily, and hated herself the second those words left her mouth.
“Shay?” Monica asked, no longer smiling.
Troian swallowed nervously. “I mean SHE loves Italian pussy… my…”
“Would she be… Shay Mitchell?”
Looking at Monica’s aquiline face and wishing she could take back the last several seconds, Troian nodded. Damn the woman’s excellent memory and her hatred of the San Fran Eight.
“So you know where the prisoners are now?” asked Monica.
Troian simply nodded again.

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“Your body is beautiful, but not that beautiful,” Monica said calmly as she started to get up. “The police will be very interested to know you’ve been aiding and abetting escaped felons.”
“And Ariana’ll be very interested to know what just happened,” Troian replied in a voice calmer than she really felt.
Monica stopped in mid-rise.
“Ariana…? But you-“
“Relax, my lips are sealed – I told you I won’t tell her… but I can SHOW her.”
Monica’s calm façade snapped as Troian pointed to her phone, lying on the table next to the bed.
“I got it all there in sound and vision,” the young woman explained. “And I can just drop by anytime you and the Mrs. are home and give her a special presentation.”
“Please… you can’t...” a horrified Monica begged. “She’d kill me…”
“Of course, I don’t HAVE to,” Troian continued airily. “You just have to give me one little thing and this gets deleted.”
“What do you want?” Monica asked.
Troian beamed at her.
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“Hello, lovelies!”
“My lucky day,” Shay Mitchell chuckled on seeing who was behind the apartment door when she opened it, ushering Jessica Chastain in. “I love redheads.”
“Yeah, babygirl and Jojo arrived just before you,” Hayden added, squeezing Troian’s thigh as she and the others waved at the newcomer. “She really lucked out.”
“I’m not a real redhead, you know,” JoAnna Garcia chided amiably next to her.
“I don’t think Shay’s that picky,” Blake replied.
“I bring good news and donuts! So how’s my favourite bunch of desperate criminals? And thank you,” Jessica said cheerfully, aiming that last one at Hayden.
“What was that for?” Hayden asked. “I didn’t say anything.”
“I saw you checking out my legs,” the newcomer explained as she sat down. “Jojo told me you all loved the picture she showed you, so I thought I’d give y’all a treat.”
It was true – Jessica Chastain did have some fine legs poking out of the shorts she was sporting under her crop top. And they were enticingly crossed as the redhead handed round the bag; it quickly went the rounds of the escapees, some taking more than one, until by the time it got back to Jessica it was empty.
“Sorry,” said Olivia, who’d taken the last one, with a sheepish shrug.

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“Ah, I had something on the way. Hungry?” Jessica asked, folding away the bag.
“Long time till lunch,” Roselyn said through her Berliner. “So don’t keep us in suspense…”
“No, the other two got here first so let them kick things off,” said Jessica. “Troian?”
“Well… you guys saw how it went with Monica,” the slim brunette smiled.
“Oh yeah,” Shay laughed, remembering crowding around Troian’s phone to catch the footage of their tryst. “Did you ever try it with her, Roselyn?”
“Only in my dreams,” the boss admitted.
“So you actually banged her?” Jessica asked. “Can I…”
“Can’t,” Troian interrupted. “I deleted it when they watched – you should’ve shown up earlier.”
Jessica allowed herself to pout.
“Only fair I didn’t leave that sword over her head after she gave it up. The address, I mean,” Troian continued with a laugh. “Rhona’s got this fancy place on Ocean Beach - it’s called Gideon’s Crossing.”
“Pretentious or what?” Olivia asked.
“It’s held under the name of Rhona Dalton – got the name from her late husband. She inherited everything of his after he was killed in a climbing accident.”
“Yeah,” said Blake, rolling her eyes. “’Accident.’”
“That’s what the coroner said, anyway,” Troian continued. “So it’s like this huge mansion on the cliffside. Big enough so you could stick Megan on one side and Emma the other and never have ‘em meet… and we got a bonus. A big safe in the basement.”
“Is that so,” Roselyn said thoughtfully. “So she’s got everything we want in one place – Emma, Megan, and the goodies. Just like Wal-Mart.”
“But only slightly less crooked,” Jessica laughed, turning to JoAnna. “Speaking of which, I had a look at the file I got from your work.”
“Can you dumb it down for us?” Olivia asked. “None of us speak computer.”
“My wish is your command,” the redhead started. “It’s kind of like me on weekends – goes around looking for things and snatches up what it finds. Whoever wrote it for her called it Dyson; it gets onto the bank’s system and checks everyone’s records and picks customers at random. Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a jillion dollars or $3.98, if it’s currency it’s fair game – Dyson then works with the bank’s system to suck it out and transfer it somewhere else. And it’s on a random timing thing as well, so it happens to several customers during the day but not at the same time, so those poor guys never know what hit ‘em.”
“Any idea where it goes? Like we couldn’t guess,” said Roselyn.
“It’s designed to send the money around several companies all over the city,” Jessica replied. “There’s about 30 in all – Tara Wilson Ltd., Kiva Enterprises, the Ollie Wilson Partnership, Rachel Scott Holdings…”

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“All as fake as Rhona’s tits, I bet,” said Shay bitterly.
“Could be,” Jessica agreed. “I checked - half of them are PO Boxes, and the other half are like these tiny shoeboxes with hardly anyone there.”
“There’ll probably be more of them popping up if this thing goes wider,” mused Roselyn.
“And it might,” Jessica said, her smile fading. “This thing’s also designed to look for customers whose accounts are linked to other ones, so when an order gets sent from one bank to another Dyson goes along with it and infests that bank’s system as well.”
“And Mitra just keeps getting richer,” Hayden muttered.
“Shame we can’t just give this to the cops,” JoAnna said.
“Never mind, we can sort that out later,” Shay added. “First we got a break-in to plan.”
“One step ahead of you guys,” Troian said, opening the newspaper she’d brought. “Check out what I saw in the society section.”
Troian showed the gang the page in question, decorated with a large circle in Magic Marker. Inside said circle was an article focusing on upcoming high society events – debutante balls, exhibitions… and parties. Miss Rhona Dalton would be holding a get-together the next day to celebrate the impending nuptials of a close relative (“I didn’t think heartless demon robots had family,” Shay muttered as she read), and a goodly proportion of anybody who was anybody in San Francisco would be there, from socialites to sports players.
“I think we got ourselves some cover,” she grinned.
“Right. We can just go strolling in there as guests,” Olivia said sarcastically.
“Hello? Magic fingers here?” Jessica suggested. “If I can get into Rhona’s system and find the guest list I can put me, Jojo and Mrs. Panettiere-“
“I’m keeping my last name when we tie the knot, thank you very much,” Troian interrupted.
“All right, I can get… you… on it as well,” the redhead backtracked.
“But you can’t get fake invites for all of us,” Shay pointed out.
“She doesn’t have to,” Roselyn chipped in. “Her place has to be big enough so there’s more than one way in – if she can get a couple of the crew inside they can find the other entrances. We all sneak in and we split up… half of us get our girls, and the other half get Rhona.”
Shay couldn’t help but gulp; she hadn’t forgotten that she’d drawn the blackened straw. Nor had she forgotten Emma shooting Fontana Newman dead during the escape – Emma hadn’t exactly been calm about it but she had never shown any signs of regretting it either. Shay, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely sure she could finish Rhona if it came down to it. Not at all.
“You know, we could just clean her out. Get her where it really hurts,” Blake said reassuringly on seeing Shay’s face. “They do say living well is the best revenge.”

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“And we might not even get to see her,” Hayden added. “Just as long as I get to see Ashley fucking Benson.”
“She might not be there,” JoAnna pointed out.
“A party for the woman who gave her a leg up? Oh, she’ll be there,” Roselyn assured her. “And so will we.”
“And so will Rosie, I bet,” Olivia added, her eyes as cold at the thought as Hayden’s.
“If it helps, I’m kind of a freak… English accents don’t do anything for me,” Jessica told her.
“It takes all kinds,” JoAnna, never one to turn down a Brit, said.
“Anyway, we’ve got somewhere to start from now,” Roselyn said. “And we couldn’t have done it without you two – pity we can’t give you a share of whatever we get.”
“Why not?” asked Blake. “They’re entitled.”
“You aren’t the sharpest knife, are you?” chided JoAnna. “Rhona’s probably got everything in her place insured – if they give us anything like gems or whatever and someone sees it, we go down as accessories or for handling stolen property or… whatever.”
“Anyway, we’re not in it for the money,” Troian added with a smile. “We just want to kick Rhona in the teeth, get you guys out of here, and get Hayden and Olivia off the look.”
“And the pussy,” Jessica chipped in, eyeing Blake. “Don’t forget the pussy.”
“She doesn’t-“ Roselyn began.
“I know, I know,” the redhead interrupted as she stood up. “But I do. So… who’s hungry?”
Jessica lowered her shorts, displaying her lovely crimson snatch and bringing a smile to the faces of most of her audience; Blake just looked resigned, and Roselyn also looked a bit hesitant.
“First course right here, ladies. Or over here,” Jessica continued, pirouetting around and increasing Shay’s smile when she thrust her cute little behind forward. “Some of you look to me like you can’t get enough ass.”
“You’ve certainly done your research,” Olivia laughed.
“Look, it’s not like you aren’t gorgeous… but now?” Roselyn asked as Jessica pulled her shirt off. “We’ve got things to work out about Rhona’s place…”
“We know where we’re going and what to do when we get there, right?” Shay asked, not taking her eyes off Jessica Chastain’s freshly revealed rack.
“Well… yes, but…”
“So what’s to work out?” the now visibly salivating Shay stated, starting to undress. “C’mon, you know you want to.”
“You heard her,” Hayden said to Troian, already unbuttoning herself.

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“Ah, what the hell,” sighed Olivia, removing her shirt. “You only live once.”
“Supposedly,” Blake said as she stood up. “Have fun, ladies.”
“You could always stay and watch,” Jessica chuckled before Shay shut her up with a kiss, as JoAnna decided to throw caution to the wind. Closely followed by her clothes.
“Oh, don’t tease her,” Roselyn tut-tutted, starting to undress. She knew they had work to do, but this could be her last chance to get off. And the redhead WAS cute.
With Shay’s hands touching her breasts, Jessica sighed as she studied Blake taking her rolling buns out of the room. “I’d love to get my hands on some of that…”
“Tell me about it,” the dusky woman replied, kissing Jessica again.
“Too bad none of you ever did,” laughed Miss Chastain.
Shay and Hayden didn’t QUITE bite their tongues off, but it was close.
* * * * * * * * * *
Blake knew from previous experience that no matter where she went in this apartment, she’d be able to hear what was going on; she’d previously gone to the furthest possible room, but this time she just went into the next one, which happened to be Roselyn’s bedroom. From the sounds that were coming through the wall, she’d left just in time.
As she began to undress, she reflected that she did have one thing in common with them; she too liked taking part in communal fucking (one of the nicer reminders of the six months in Remy Hadley had been the time she’d banged all the male guards on duty, and how Warden Winslet had been kept in the dark about that she never knew). She enjoyed it so much that sometimes she hadn’t been tempted to relieve a couple of them of some currency.
The tall blonde carefully folded up each item of clothing and laid it aside on a chair, before slinking onto the bed completely nude. Snuggling her head onto the pillow, Blake focused on the ceiling and separated her legs. As she enjoyed the warmth of the bed, she took her mind back through some more happy memories. Like the time her 21-year-old self had gone to the birthday party of her then-current male companion…
It had been a lively affair, music and joking and wild dancing. Including by Blake, shaking and grinding in the middle of the floor and whooping it up with the birthday boy, shoving her crotch up against him and breaking into a huge grin when she felt the erection he was sporting.
“Don’t keep him to yourself!” another woman shouted, dragging Dan out of her arms as the song changed.
Blake responded by jumping onto the nearest table and resuming her booty-shaking, gyrating and moving harder as she played with the hem of her shirt, mentally counting how long it was before some guy shouted –
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Blake slinked the shirt off her body in time to the music, giving everybody there in addition to Dan a present of her braless breasts before flinging the shirt to a pair of men in the corner watching with delight. As the men gathered and the women glared, Blake swayed and turned while sliding her skirt down her stems.
“Who invited her?” a woman standing behind her muttered, glad she hadn’t brought her boyfriend along to see Blake’s exposed, panty-less cheeks as the blonde finished stripping.
“Jealous much?” the guy next to her asked, staring at Blake as she began to do a 360 on the table while she danced.
“Who wants me?!” Blake called excitedly. “AFTER Dan!”
Several men raced forward to answer that question, reaching for their zippers en route. Before long Blake was being swept off the table with hands all over her, and carried onto the ground as the partygoers all grabbed and groped her. It didn’t escape her notice that Dan had dumped his dance partner to get closest.
Fifteen minutes later Blake was still the centre of attention, dressed only in a white bikini. A white, powdery, very potent bikini which was being rapidly disintegrated by some of the partygoers – several of them were happily sniffing the cocaine off Blake’s boobs while some of the others were tasting it off her pussy (although she herself never took drugs, she wasn’t the type to get in the way of what the people wanted. Usually). In amongst all the licking and tasting, she only had eyes and lips for the birthday boy.
“Happy birthday, Dan,” the blonde whispered, kissing him again. “Did you like your gift this morning?”
“I loved it,” Dan replied.
“Feel like another one?”
Dan answered that by eagerly moving himself up so that his bared prick was right by Blake’s mouth. As if a magnet had been turned on the blonde felt two other cockheads prodding her face; with a little laugh, she wagged a finger at them.
“Uh-uh-uh – Dan gets first crack!” she giggled before she enjoyed her favourite sensation, that of a massive erection sliding into her mouth. Blake immediately began to swallow Dan, writhing underneath the partygoers taking the last of the snow off her body with two of the guys taking advantage of no more coke to lick the homegrown potent stuff she had between her legs. The men were practically in competition to see who could enjoy more of Blake’s warm, snug snatch; it just made Blake enjoy Dan’s prick even more.
In the bedroom, Blake’s long fingers slid through her box as she relished thinking about his cock resting on her tongue as she sucked. It had been one of many, many penises she’d taken in everywhere… so many memories. That time this guy had taken her to Barbados and she’d lived out the stereotyped white-woman-being-fucked-by-loads-of-black-men fantasy (Blake considered it a badge of honour that she’d put at least four black men off EVER wanting to sleep with a black woman again)… her taking revenge on this woman who’d cheated her out of a weekend’s wages by deflowering her son… the times she’d let the neighbours peek on her undressing with the curtains “accidentally” left open…

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Her eyes closed, Blake began to churn up the mattress as her fingers rolled her clit. She nkew exactly where to send the tips of her digits, and they were sparking up her insides as she fondled herself, rushing through all the memories of the guys she’d been with and the women she’d annoyed. Blake ground her ass into the mattress as she bucked herself, groaning and gasping with each flick of herself.
Her cries grew louder the further and faster she ventured into herself. Blake’s fingers were getting damper with her own pleasure, and her free hand was roaming her own body as she flashforwarded to the day when this was all over… when she’d be off somewhere in the Caribbean or somewhere, a place where the cops could never get to her, where she could entertain the guys for years… kicking around on the bed, Blake could feel it about to happen…
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Blake’s screams rang through the wall, distracting the ladies for a few moments – even Jessica, not exactly quiet herself, was surprised.
“Bet you wish you’d gotten that yourself, huh?” Hayden whispered to Shay.
Shay, her mouth full of JoAnna Garcia’s snatch, mumbled in the affirmative.
Inside the other room, Blake kept her fingers working as she came down, her mind on the future –when she could be on her own again, back to the life she knew and enjoying men again without that bunch outside.
* * * * * * * * * *
Speaking of that bunch outside…
If you had told JoAnna Garcia a year ago that she’d have her face pressed inside the soft cheeks of a redhead while getting her own pussy licked by another woman, she’d have told you to get out and maybe called the police. But there she was, holding down Jessica Chastain with her body while Shay Mitchell lay behind her, her tongue slipping inside JoAnna as if it had been made to go there. Shay’s mouth felt so good JoAnna could have easily just lay there and let her do it – but not when there was a tasty lass in front of her.
As she thrust her own tongue deep inside Jessica’s back passage, she reflected that a year ago she’d never have dared eat a man’s ass, and now here she was munching on her second woman’s. And Jessica Chastain’s ass not only looked as nice as Shay’s, it felt as nice as well. Maybe she’d been hanging around the gang too long, but JoAnna had been increasingly wanting to dive into what Jessica had every time she walked away from her.
Troian was in a similar scenario, only she was in the middle of Olivia and Roselyn; her mouth was nestled against the boss lady’s box, while Olivia happily licked away between her legs like a dog greeting its master (or mistress, in this case). Troian’s hands fondled as much of Roselyn’s hot body as she could as she furrowed inside her, enjoying the tangy taste. It sounded like Olivia was liking what she was munching as well.
Hayden watched her beloved in action blissfully, entertained enough just watching Troian go down on another woman. It was amazing, Hayden realized, that despite all the other women both she and Hayden partook in, they always ended up back together. That was how they knew it was love, she

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guessed. Either that, or they both realized finding another woman who'd let them fool around so much was so against the odds as to be impossible.
Hayden sat there mesmerized, unable to move for a moment as she watched all these sexy girls playing with each other. It was an orgy. There was no other word for it. Troian and JoAnna and Shay and Jessica and Roselyn and Olivia and oh so much bare skin. A nipple here or there, lips of both top and bottom variety. Shapely asses and hair of every color of the rainbow. For a girl who loved other women, it was a veritable smorgasbord of beauty and lust.
Not that she was entirely focused on Troian. After all, this was hardly the first time she'd watched the love of her life be the meat in an all-girl sandwich. Hayden's eyes kept drifting over to the redheaded assortment a few fee away. She watched as Jessica swooned in delight, trying hard not to climax too soon, even as JoAnna feasted upon her sex. For a relative newbie at cunnilingus, JoAnna was clearly doing a great job on the other redhead. Remarkable, since from what Troian had said, JoAnna had rebuffed every advance Hayden's lover had made in favor of waiting for Shay. Guess that wasn't an issue anymore.
Of course, if Shay Mitchell was feasting on her snatch, Hayden would've happily eaten any other pussy presented to her, too, so maybe JoAnna was just getting into the spirit.
Troian was gasping in pleasure as Olivia's tongue did a remarkable job of hitting all the right spots. Hayden refocused her attention on her love. No matter how many times she saw it, it was always great to see her love's face as orgasm hit. That perfect little “o” her mouth made, the way her eyes watered as she tried so hard not to pass out, usually with no success. Of course, in a situation like this, Troian probably would stay awake – there was so much more pussy to feast upon.
“Oh yes! Oh YES! OH FUCK YES!” JoAnna Garcia's cries of passion distracted Hayden, and she turned to see the former bank teller writhing about on the floor, her ass in the air as Shay did unspeakably sexy things to her. As Hayden watched, JoAnna collapsed, and after a few seconds, Shay lay down atop her, whispering sweet nothing's in JoAnna's ear while sinking her fingers into the redhead's slit, trying to get her going again.
“Hey, hot stuff reporter girl,” Jessica Chastain said, breaking Hayden's reverie. “You just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to get in here?”
“Oh, I'll get in there,” Hayden said. With all the lusty swagger she could muster, Hayden crossed the room and went right for Jessica. She took the gorgeous redhead by the face and kissed her long and hard. The computer expert seemed surprised by the sudden move, but melted under Hayden's kiss fast enough. Hayden didn't stop, though, and she pushed Jessica back until she was laying on her back. Here, finally, Hayden broke the kiss and smiled down at the feisty newcomer.
“Legs up,” Hayden said, helping Jessica lift her legs straight up in the air. Hayden moved between them, kissing the inner thighs as she lowered her face down to Jessica Chastain's sopping wet box. Hayden paused, glancing up at the waiting redhead's face. “Wow, you have a gorgeous cunt.”
“Why Miss Panettiere, that's both dirty and complimentary,” Jessica said. “I like it.”
Hayden didn't say anything else, just sank her mouth down atop Jessica's quivering clitoris, making the other woman swoon in delight. Hayden was immediately greeted by a rather pleasant sweet & sour taste that made her briefly wonder what the redhead had been eating lately, but decided not to ask.

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taste that made her briefly wonder what the redhead had been eating lately, but decided not to ask. Instead, she kept licking away at the engorged little bud before her. Jessica moaned in delight, and Hayden peeked up from her work to see Jessica grab both of her tits with her own hands and grip them tightly. At the same time, her hips started to gyrate a little, making it clear she wanted more. Well, no surprise there. JoAnna had just been doing this very same thing to her, so Jessica was probably primed to explode.
Hayden got a dirty twinkle in her eye, and decided to rush the process a little. With her legs up in the air, all of Jessica's secrets were exposed to the blonde between her legs, while hiding most of Hayden from Jessica's eyes. That didn't matter much, Jessica was squeezer her own eyes tight in order to try and hold off the inevitable. Either way, she couldn't have seen Hayden's finger come up from below and slide easily into Jessica's wet box.
“Oooh, yeah!” Jessica moaned as Hayden finger fucked her a few times, all while not removing her mouth from the redhead's clit. Jessica thrashed a little, and her knees wavered, her lower legs almost collapsing atop Hayden. But Jessica held them up, and after seven or eight good thrusts deep into her, Hayden removed her finger.
“Wha-?” Jessica asked, realizing Hayden's finger was gone. It wasn't out of her long, though. No, Hayden gave the other woman just enough time to miss having the finger in her wet pussy before she gently but firmly pressed the now soaked finger up Jessica's tight little asshole.
“OH FUCK YES!” Jessica cried out. Those wonderful legs of hers clamped hard around Hayden's head, and the small blonde figured she'd better just ride this out, because pulling out wasn't an option.
Jessica's entire body went tight a moment later, and had Hayden been able to see her face past her arched stomach and perky tits, she would have seen the computer expert letting out a silent scream of delight. For a long moment, she didn't move, and Hayden kept licking. She'd barely needed to move her finger at all, the very act of penetrating Jessica's ass enough to get her off.
And then, just as suddenly as she'd gone stiff, Jessica relaxed, collapsing completely on the floor, breathing heavily as her legs spread wide to release Hayden.
“Wow, for a reporter, you're one helluva cunning linguist,” Jessica said, smiling at Hayden.
“That joke never gets old, either,” Hayden said, rolling her eyes. Still she reached down and kissed Jessica's belly button before moving up and placing similar quick kisses on each of her nipples before placing a slightly longer one of Jessica's lips.
“Sorry, my brain's a little fried, my best jokes just aren't coming,” Jessica said as Hayden lay next to her.
“Well, if you can't find anything more useful to do with your mouth,” Hayden said, offering Jessica her right breast.
“Just one?” Jessica asked, pouting playfully before dropping her mouth over Hayden's teet. She started suckling immediately, and Hayden cooed in delight. Oh, she wanted more from Jessica Chastain. Much much more. But she wanted to make sure the redhead had her breath back before she shoved that pretty face down to her crotch.

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“God, you're like this tiny little sex pixie,” Jessica said, pulling off Hayden's nipple for a moment. “I just want to eat you up.”
“I can tell you where to start,” Hayden said, lifting her hips quickly to help tell Jessica where she needed to go.
“Mmm, I bet,” Jessica said. But instead of dropping her mouth down Hayden's body, she instead returned to sucking on Hayden's nipple. Hayden would've have protested, but she got distracted by the sight of Roselyn ramming five fingers up Olivia's pussy, which Troian was so helpfully holding open. So distracted by the fisting, Hayden didn't even notice Jessica moving her own hand down to Hayden's crotch until the redhead stroked her clit once.
“You like that?” Jessica asked. “You like fisting?”
“I do,” Hayden admitted. “But I thought you wanted to – WHOA!” Hayden gasped as Jessica slipped three fingers up inside her with one quick thrust.
“Yeah, I bet you like fisting,” Jessica said, delivering a quick kiss to Hayden's other nipple before pulling her fingers out – and shoving them back in.
“OH GAWD!” Hayden called out. There were four fingers this time.
“How many do you want?” Jessica asked.
“More!” Hayden said as Jessica's hand slipped out.
“More?” Jessica asked, once again pushing four fingers into the short little reporter.
“MORE!” Hayden begged.
“How many?” Jessica asked, using her thumb to tweak Hayden's clit. That alone almost set Hayden over the edge, but she barely managed to hang on, in part because she really, really, REALLY wanted all of Jessica Chastain's hand inside her.
“FIVE! Give me ALL FIVE!” Hayden pleaded.
The same four fingers slid back in. “Are you sure you can handle it? My hands are-”
“YES! PLEASE YES! FUCK ME WITH YOUR WHOLE HAND!” Hayden cried, actually drawing the attention of the rest of the group. Later, even Blake Lively would admit that she heard the cry from the other room, and had been tempted to look in, just to see what was going on.
Jessica put all five of her fingertips together to make a point, and slid all five fingers into Hayden Panettiere with surprising ease.
Hayden nearly erupted. She hadn't felt this full in a long time. Troian loved sliding all sorts of things in and out of Hayden – it was one of their favorite games, often passed from Troian's mouth or pussy. And Troian's hands had certainly been inside Hayden before, as well as some other girls. But somehow, Jessica's hands were hitting all the right spots, especially as she slowly twisted her fist inside the smaller girl. It wasn't that Jessica had big hands – far from it. But it was as if her knuckles lined up perfectly or something, because every move Jessica made drove Hayden closer and closer to an orgasmic explosion.

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It was taking every ounce of control Hayden had to keep from cumming all over Jessica's hand and wrist. Oh, she wanted to. She needed to. Her body craved release as if she'd gone years without an orgasm. But she also loved the sensations Jessica was creating. She didn't want them to ever end, and if she hit her climax, she knew they would. So she fought as hard as she could to hold out, to prevent herself from having an orgasm on this beautiful redhead's hand, though she knew it was a losing battle.
And then, in what Hayden realized she should have seen coming, Jessica pressed a single finger from her other hand against Hayden's rosebud.
Orgasm was instantaneous, as color exploded all around her, driving her blind. It didn't matter, because this was a fantastic release that Hayden so desperately wanted. Every nerve in her tiny little body was pulsing with pleasure, and all rational thought seemed to drain out of Hayden's head, to the point she was certain she could feel her brain oozing out one ear – it was just sweat, but for a small eternity, Hayden was certain Jessica had literally fucked her brains out.
Slowly, Jessica removed her hand. She'd hadn't even gotten her finger into Hayden's tight little tush – just the pressure on the outside had been enough to set the reporter off.
As Hayden came around, she realized everyone was looking at her.
“What, are we done?” she asked.
“No, babe, we're all just sitting here amazed,” Troian said, coming over to kiss Hayden on the lips. “But if you don't mind, I'd like to see how well Jessica's hand here fits inside me...”
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Meanwhile, over at Gideon’s Crossing…                   
There were men in San Francisco who would have given up their firstborn to be in the situation Megan Fox was in now; Rhona Mitra had often been seen around town with Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, and they had often given off the vibe of being a lot more than friends.
Now the two were standing on either side of a naked Megan Fox as she hung from the ceiling, so dripping with sweat that it was even seeping from her pussy; the room had had the airconditioning turned off to make the poor brunette even more on edge, but her captors weren’t that bothered. Not with what they were there for.
“How about it, Meg?” asked Rosie, her half-open shirt revealing one of her pert breasts while she fondled the riding crop. “You tell Roni what you told me, and you can get to have some fun.”
“Or at least, Rosie can,” Rhona added with a little smile.
“But I told you…” Megan moaned.
“Roni wants it straight from the horse’s mouth,” Rosie laughed. “Silly little filly.”
“All right…” Megan gasped. “They’re in this apartment building on the corner of Bayshire Boulevard and Donner Avenue. It’s called the LaForche… dumped years ago. We holed up there when we broke out.”

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“I asked Emily to look it up,” Rosie told Rhona eagerly. “I thought you might like that. She said there’s definitely a place like that there.”
“I see,” Rhona said, studying Megan’s sodden cunt before transferring her attention to her face. “But why tell us now?”
That was an honest query; when Megan and Emma had been captured the boss had assumed the more girlish Emma would be the one to crack first. That had given her a lesson in judging by appearances.
“I just want it to stop…” Megan whispered. “Rosie’s been coming on to me day and night… I just want it to stop.”
“Oh, it’ll stop,” Rhona assured her, as her blonde lover casually strolled behind the captive. “It’ll stop when WE want it to stop.”
Megan nervously felt the business end of the crop gliding over her buttocks as Rhona leaned it, cupping one of her breasts. “You’re very lucky, you know,” she breathed. “All my girls have dreamt of being with me and Rosie. Haven’t you, Hannah?” she added, turning her head.
Hannah Davis, watching the whole thing in the doorway, just nodded.
“And you’ve never had the pleasure, have you?” Rhona asked, hefting Megan’s breast.
Hannah shook her head.
“But at least you can watch,” Rhona said, nodding to Rosie.
In the next room, Emma winced as she heard Megan’s piercing scream from the crop striking her rump – she couldn’t hear what they were saying but she sure as hell heard that.
“Oh, how sweet,” Rosie cooed, slowly running her fingertip along the small gash she’d opened up on Megan’s ass. “Now you and Emma Roberts are a matching pair.” She put the bloodied fingertip to her mouth and licked off the redness, before kissing Megan’s back.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do that again,” she continued, moving the crop over Megan. “As long as you keep quiet while Roni and I are busy.”
“Good girl,” Rhona said approvingly as she kissed Megan’s neck. “At least you remembered what happened last time.”
“What happened last time…?” Megan asked, before Rhona kissed her on the mouth while Rosie undid her shirt, letting it fall to the floor before pressing her breasts up against the captive.
“She carried on with the crop a little too long,” the woman explained. “That’s all you have to know.”
Megan gulped as the couple held her between them, Rosie slowly grinding her trimmed pussy next to her butt. Rhona thrust herself up directly against Megan, stroking her head before giving her a long, deep kiss as she removed her top.
Rosie’s long fingers began to explore Megan, slowly encircling her nipples while the blonde tongued the back of her neck, with Megan’s ass still getting massaged by Rosie’s box. “That feels great…” Rosie murmured, kissing Megan’s ear. “Soooo nice….”

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Half of Rhona’s fingers joined Rosie’s on Megan’s rack, while the other half made their way down between the captive’s legs. Rhona sighed in appreciation as a fingertip slid inside Megan… there hadn’t been a cock inside this one for a while, and all the better for it. Even her tattoos weren’t bad – sometimes they could be a turnoff, but not in this case.
“What say we give her a two-for-one?” Rhona asked her beloved.
Rosie’s knees hit the carpet the second the words were out of her mouth. Clutching Megan’s ass and nipping the flesh lightly, her tongue was out and ready as Rhona sidled downwards. Both women peered between the prisoner’s legs, eyeing her waiting slot – that was one of the things they loved about being women; nothing flopping down there to ruin the fun.
Rosie traced the tip of her tongue on the route from Megan’s asshole to the east end of her quim, with Rhona in action on the west teasing Miss Fox’s clit. The couple gently tasted and licked her out, squirming around inside the tight, warm space, the tips of their tongues meeting within. Rhona’s fingers were busy exploring Megan’s lithe body as she licked deeper, entwining with Rosie.
Megan writhed and twisted against the bonds as Rhona and Rosie ate, secretly enjoying it – she’d never had head from two people at the same time – but doing everything possible to keep from showing it. For once she was glad she was tied up; she would never have been able to keep from getting her hands all over the British duo if she was free, and then that it would have been all over. She tried to think of the most unpleasant things she could come up with to delay orgasm, but whenever she alighted on something either Rhona or Rosie would bring her back into focus.
Megan glanced down, watching Rhona’s dark head bobbing away like nobody’s business as her fingers made their way to Megan’s boobs. Rosie’s lips… weren’t between her legs, as the hostage realised on feeling them resting on the cleft of her ass, tenderly kissing it before she rose. Megan gulped as she felt the end of the crop stroking her, Rosie humming to herself.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be using this end on your cute little bum,” the blonde assured her.
Before Megan had time to get ready, Rosie switched the crop around in her hand and thrust it up her ass. She clenched her teeth to keep from yowling – Rosie had not taken her time with the gesture, and the blonde had only put the smallest amount of lube possible on it. The handle slid back and forth inside her rear entrance, rubbing roughly against the walls; Megan was just relieved that it had a rounded tip and no rough edges. But then again, Rosie wasn’t the type to do things THAT crudely. She hoped.
And now Rhona was pressing against Megan again, her hands gripping the captive’s boobs like she was a little boy wanting to be fed (yeah, like Megan Fox was ever going to have kids). Smiling as she caressed them, Rhona began to rub rhythmically against Megan’s cunt.
The smile grew wider as Rhona watched Megan struggling not to react against Rosie pumping her ass, the handle driving deeper up her while the boss felt her clit touching Megan’s. Rhona had once spent a night with one of her strippers who was so strong she could actually pick things up with her pussy lips; she knew for a fact that the girl had used said lips to rub her lovebutton. Too bad Paula Patton had gone to a better club in LA – she had been one of the Spectacular’s bigger draws… but Megan was right here, and she wasn’t bad herself.

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Pressed between the two naked Brits, both grinding against her and leaving not an inch of her body unaroused, Megan was on the verge of swooning. She so wanted to give in to the way she was feeling between her legs, but she couldn’t… she clenched her teeth together as Rosie’s free hand ran up and down one of her thighs, slinking along and pinching the flesh. And now Rhona had her face between her boobs, squishing them together and rubbing them as she kissed her chest, their soaking cunts touching.
Her breath came in little spurts as Megan felt Rosie’s own pussy rubbing against one of her buttcheeks, leaving its little moistness. She was quivering between the two of them, her eyes squeezed shut because she knew if she opened them, she’d see Rhona’s lovely face and then she’d yell like she was being fucked by Roselyn or Shay or…
That did it. The image of the other members of the gang, and the thought of their faces when they realised what Megan had done just for the sake of being fucked by two hot British babes, turned her off. For the first time since she’d slept with Andy Blaine in sixth grade, Megan Fox hung there limply at the end, feeling Rhona Mitra orgasming next to her and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley slamming into her back, while she herself didn’t say anything. Not even when Rosie thrust the handle into her behind one last time before slowly pulling it out.
“Mmmmm….” Rosie licked the handle, handing it to Rhona. “Want a taste?”
“No, you enjoy it,” Rhona replied.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you much,” Rosie whispered in Megan’s ear. “You’re too pretty to ruin.”
Megan just let out a sigh.
“You didn’t really want it to stop, did you?” Rhona asked. “I must admit I’m looking forward to sampling the rest of your troupe when we capture them – I already slept with Grace Park before this all started, and I assume Emma Roberts told you about how we first met, but the rest of you will be new to me. Except for Jaime Pressly… but no great loss. What is it they say… ‘rode hard and put away wet’? That sums her up quite well.”
“Can I have the fit blonde with the mole, Roni?” Rosie asked.
“I’ll think about it. And don’t you have an appointment?” Rhona asked gently.
“Oh yeah – I have to go and meet up with that new girl,” the blonde replied. “Roni has to get ready for the party or she’d go herself. I’ll be back in time,” she added, kissing Rhona.
“I’m counting on it,” Rhona replied, returning the kiss. “And stay out of the surf.”
“Oh, you!” Rosie giggled, departing.
“How ironic – she has a beach body to die for but she can’t swim to save her life,” the big boss mused as she (and, to her disgust, Megan) studied Rosie’s heart-shaped ass while its owner slinked out.
Had Megan been in a different mood she would have made a comment about how nobody was perfect, but she wasn’t inclined to make any wisecracks at the moment.
“I always reward people who cooperate,” Rhona said, patting Megan’s head. “And I have a very special honour in mind for you, my dear.”