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“What?” Megan asked dully.”
“You will get to be the sole surviving member of the San Francisco Eight,” Rhona smiled.
“But why don’t you-“       
“Kill you along with the others? Why would I want to do that?” the English brunette interrupted. “And deprive you of living with the knowledge that it was thanks to you that I found, fucked and filleted your friends? While you watched?”
Rhona gave the horrified Megan a long kiss on the lips and let herself out, leaving the captive hanging there.
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Even though Troian Bellisario did remember the past, she didn’t mind being condemned to repeat it. In between gasps she flashed a grin at her partner Roselyn Sanchez, her eyes and mouth gaping at the pumping she was getting from Jessica Chastain as both women lay on the carpet, their rears up in the air.
“What did I tell you?” Jessica laughed, one hand buried inside Troian’s asshole with the other up Roselyn’s snatch. “I KILL at multitasking.”
“C’mon, Jessie, I can take more than that!” Troian gasped happily.
“I can’t…” Roselyn said nervously. “This is my first time like this.”
“Wimp,” Jessica laughed, sliding her hand out and then back inside the boss.
“You should try that on her sometime,” Shay said to JoAnna, kissing her. “Or I could do that to her right now.”
“Go for it,” Hayden sighed, relaxing by the door. “Chastain’s got some fun cushion for the pushin’.”
“Speaking of which…” Olivia giggled, pinching JoAnna’s ass. “You’re not going to let Shay have all the fun, have you?”
“Horny little thing, isn’t she?” JoAnna said to Shay, laughing. “Jason would think he was in heaven now…”
JoAnna yelped as Shay and Olivia dragged her down onto the floor, each woman tasting a breast. For Shay it was like coming home, but for Olivia it was a first – she loved the taste of JoAnna the second she tried it. JoAnna put an arm around each woman as they suckled her, Olivia’s long fingers roaming her body and sidling between her legs. Olivia slowly fondled JoAnna’s warm, moist snatch, feeling it get even damper on her fingertips.
“Take care of my baby,” Shay smiled, getting up and striding over to Jessica’s bag. “Hope you left some for me.”
“Do I look like I wouldn’t have?” Jessica called out, carefully twisting her wrists from side to side, keeping the one inside Roselyn where it was but gently pushing the one inside Troian further inside. Behind them, Shay took the lube jar out of Miss Chastain’s bag and started applying it to her right arm,

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slathering it on until it was all good and shiny. Wriggling her fingers, she then turned to the trio and watched Jessica thrusting backwards and forwards for a few moments, on her knees with her butt sticking out invitingly.
“You put your left hand in, you put your right hand out…” Jessica sang, sliding a clenched fist up Roselyn’s pussy while moving the other one almost all the way out of Troian’s gaping asshole, before thrusting each one out and in respectively in time to the song. “In, out, in, out, shake it all about…”
“Don’t even think about doing the hokey pokey and turning yourself around,” Shay giggled, kissing Jessica’s shoulderblades and slapping her ass. “’Cause THAT’S what it’s all about.”
Shay cupped Jessica’s rotating rump while the redhead kept pumping the two women. “Not bad – better than JoAnna’s… but not much,” she added hastily. “Sorry, baby – you gotta remember we promised never to lie to each other.”
JoAnna was too busy licking Olivia out to mind. This time.
Troian fondled Roselyn’s hair and shoulderblades, casually kissing her as if she did that kind of thing every day. Gasping with each thrust of Jessica’s fist, Roselyn stroked Troian’s upper half before edging closer, feeling Jessica’s hand inside her; as much as she loved Alicia, she had never even brought this kind of thing up with her. And now here was this hot redhead with her arm probably buried inside Troian up to the elbow… maybe Jessica’s (OH YES THAT WAS GOOD) fist was the little push she needed. A little breaking in was all it took. That, and the way Troian’s breasts felt as they brushed against each other, the women locking lips and deeply kissing as their bodies shook under Jessica’s hand action, Troian moving her hips along with Miss Chastain’s pumping.
Jessica only had one thing to complain about – she wasn’t supple enough to give their backs kisses while she had her hands up them, so she had to “settle for” looking at her hands going in and out of their holes as if she was filming a porn movie and needed a closeup. Damn, they felt so good and tight… she was kind of wishing she had eaten out one or the other of them first.
Right on cue, Jessica Chastain had one of her favourite feelings in the world – that of a tongue slowly moving along the crack of her ass, heading like a laser for the tiny hole inside it. Two sets of fingers with lotion on them were fondling the flesh, rubbing in time with Shay’s tongue as she tasted and probed Jessica’s back door. The knock-on effect; Jessica moved her fists deeper and faster, sighing in delight as Shay ate her.
Shay groaned into Jessica’s rump; tonguing her asshole was like diving into velvet, and when she made a quick detour to taste her snatch she found that was even better. Shay hadn’t found the Twofer in Jessica’s bag – that was her pet name for the double-pronged dildo that made fucking some lucky lady in the front and back at the same time a lot easier, as JoAnna had found out more than a few times. Still, you had to leave something for later.
“You ready?” Shay asked, moving back.
“I was ready the first time and ready now…” Jessica laughed, giving Shay a little shake as the woman aimed a long, gleaming arm with clenched fist, and started forward into her butt. “Go deep, gorgeous… I’ve had longer! I can take it from aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…..”

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Jessica’s voice turned into a long groan as Shay’s fist slowly sank into her asshole, and her mouth gaped as she felt the hand be followed by Shay’s forearm, stretching it and stretching it. She didn’t let up on Troian and Roselyn, but as Shay rubbed her she was wondering if maybe, just maybe, it was a bit much for her… relishing how she was feeling, she then decided the answer was no.
Troian, her tongue entwined with Roselyn’s as they kissed, clutched the older woman as her fingers travelled within her cunt. If this was the last time she’d be seeing any of them, she was glad it was like this; Troian rubbed her chest against Roselyn’s, moving her head down to lick each boob.
JoAnna felt Olivia’s limbs on either side of her as she thrust her tongue into the woman – she didn’t quite taste like Shay, but it was just as wonderful. JoAnna hadn’t missed how Olivia was dark on top but blonde below; a small and somewhat silly part of her wondered if blondes tasted different to brunettes. She glanced up, taking in as much of Olivia Wilde’s lean body as she could and noting how her nipples were standing up and pointing to the ceiling.
Burrowing back between Olivia’s thighs, JoAnna licked and tasted her, running her tongue along the woman’s pussy walls. Maybe she’d been hanging around Shay too long, but she suddenly had a real need to get her hands on Olivia’s ass; she pushed her hands underneath the other woman and took good handful of her buttcheeks. Olivia obliged by moving her hips upwards as she gasped, and JoAnna slipped each of her middle fingers into her butthole as she kept sucking her box. She pushed up inside Olivia, enjoying how tight it was – tighter than Shay’s, so she’d probably been taken there less. JoAnna flicked and tasted Olivia’s cunt, feeling the woman’s legs rubbing her as she went deeper inside, loving how warm and moist her inner walls were.
Olivia gripped JoAnna’s bobbing head, fondling her red tresses as she feasted; the woman thrust around on the carpet feeling JoAnna’s tongue going up her, finding all her sweet spots. Her breath sped up as JoAnna scored another milestone – as nice as Shay was, Olivia was the first woman she’d  ever felt send her tangy secretions all over her mouth, mainly because Shay always munched on her so eagerly JoAnna had always been the one to give. It was nice to be on the receiving end for once. VERY nice.
Moving back up while licking Wilde-ian cunt off her lips, JoAnna kissed Olivia as she lay on top of her and glanced over to Shay. “Did you try her out in Remy Hadley?”
“Never had the pleasure,” Olivia replied with a smile.
“You know what to do,” JoAnna laughed, getting off her.
“SLUT!” Hayden called out laughing as Olivia rose and moved over to Shay, scanning the woman’s dusky body as she thrust her arm in and out of Jessica Chastain’s rump, the redhead herself adding to the symphony of moaning.
Roselyn spread her fingers into Troian’s cunt; it was so warm and tight – she hated that she couldn’t taste it right now, but she could still stroke it. And slide her fingertips into it, taking hold of Troian’s clit between two of them and slowly rolling it, watching the younger woman’s mouth and eyes widen. Roselyn kept up the action as she felt herself heating up further.
Troian massaged Roselyn’s rack, making her nipples get harder and feeling the freckles under her fingertips. Roselyn gently bit each of Troian’s boobs, just enough for a sensation but not enough to leave a mark; each woman then licked each other, shaking in each other’s arms as they felt their holes starting

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to give in to Jessica. As Roselyn tasted Troian’s flesh and squirmed in delight on feeling Jessica’s fingertips inside her, she made a note to do this to Alicia the next time… especially since the fingers were moving inside her. Not tickling, but in action all the same.
That was because Jessica was starting to give in to Shay’s pumping. The girl’s clenched fist was sliding along her butt canal, coring it wide with each stroke and delicately twisting from side to side while her other hand stroked Jessica’s cheeks. If Shay wasn’t busy with what she was doing she’d have dived right into those soft cushions again – she pinched and slapped Jessica while thrust deeper inside. Nothing like the asshole of a good woman to raise your spirits…
The next link in the chain was Olivia Wilde. She wasn’t too crazy about butts, especially since that time in Remy Hadley when she’d been “persuaded” to suck on the behind of a guard who looked waaaaay too much like Kevin Smith for comfort. But she’d definitely gotten used to pussy, and Shay Mitchell’s was right in front of the slender woman as she knelt down behind her. Shay was swaying and humming as she enjoyed Jessica Chastain’s asshole, and her snatch was moving back and forth in front of her; Olivia dipped her tongue inside, and was instantly envious of JoAnna for getting to eat this hot lady out all the damn time.
Shay was incredibly warm and sweet to taste; if they’d been cellmates Olivia could have been persuaded to help her get to sleep maybe once a week. Olivia rested her hands on Shay’s thighs, fondling them as she probed inside, licking and flicking.
“You know, I usually keep this here for Shay,” JoAnna breathed behind the Mitchell-munching Olivia, wielding the dildo she always brought with her to the hideout while watching Miss Wilde’s body swaying. “But I guess I could let you try it out…”
“Feel like making room?”
JoAnna didn’t know why she was surprised to hear Hayden’s voice next to her.
“And you’re calling her a slut?” JoAnna laughed.
“C’mon, give us a kiss…” Hayden urged.
“Oh, what the heck…”
Hayden playfully tweaked one of JoAnna’s breasts as she kissed the woman she and others liked to call “Mrs. Mitchell” behind her back. Kissing her again, Hayden let her tongue go inside JoAnna’s mouth as she kept one hand on her breast, the other lightly dancing on Olivia’s butt. Hayden pinched the flesh there as the woman mumbled something approving-sounding into Shay’s pussy.
“Ah-ah-ah,” JoAnna tut-tutted as Hayden started to move down her. “I’m one woman you’re not going down on.”
“Spoilsport,” the blonde pouted.
“It’s not like I hate the thought, but you’d be down there forever and I have to meet Jason in an hour,” JoAnna continued. “Anyway, you look like you’ll already be busy…”

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Hayden did, in fact, have a middle finger working its way up Olivia Wilde’s ass. Too bad she couldn’t eat it, but nothing wrong with a little digital coring. The little blonde kept on fingering Olivia as JoAnna placed her dildo down below, teasing Olivia’s wet and waiting snatch.
Olivia sighed into Shay as she felt the twin prongs of finger and dildo moving in her, both thrusting eagerly. She always liked a little finger-action, and Hayden’s digit swirling inside her tight little hole made her sorry she couldn’t return the compliment. The way JoAnna was working that dildo was good as well; as with Hayden’s finger it could only be better if it was a penis, getting her halfway to having two guys behind her – she was almost sorry she’d never managed to arrange that back in Remy Hadley. Still, Hayden and JoAnna made a great team behind her – Olivia moaned further as the small blonde squeezed a second finger inside, twisting them further within as JoAnna pumped away.
Hayden and JoAnna pressed their bodies together, JoAnna rubbing her boobs alongside the other as she pulled the fingers out. Hayden extended one finger out to JoAnna as she licked the other off; without slackening off on Olivia, JoAnna tasted the digit.
“Not bad,” she admitted, jamming the dildo all the way inside the shaking Olivia.
“Blake doesn’t know what she’s missing,” Hayden laughed, dropping to her knees to get some more of Olivia’s ass, using years of practice to keep out of the way of JoAnna – though from the way Olivia was gyrating it looked like it wouldn’t be long before that wouldn’t be a problem.
Scanning the whole scene and moving herself against the grinding Olivia, JoAnna reflected that Jason would likely never have been up for something like this – Blake wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what was being missed. And speaking of Blake, JoAnna’s ears perked up at the moans coming from behind the door - it sounded like she was revving up for round two.
She’d been hanging around Shay and the others for too long – JoAnna felt, for a second, as if she wanted to go and take a peek at what Blake was doing. But first, she pulled the dildo out of Olivia… she wasn’t finished yet, she just wanted to know how she tasted. JoAnna slowly licked it all off, loving how it felt on her lips as the first groans of orgasm came from the group…
* * * * * * * * * *
“She did what?!?”
Emma shook her head in disbelief and disgust at what Hannah Davis had just said. “Megan sold them out?... MEGAN?”
“She didn’t want to,” the green-eyed blonde said gently, twisting her hands. “They just broke her down.”
“That little shit – I’ll kill her!” Emma spat, pulling on her bonds - even though she knew she couldn’t break them, she had to do SOMETHING. “I swear I’ll kill her with my bare hands…”
“Megan held out as long as she could,” Hannah told her.
“I wasn’t talking about Megan,” Emma snapped. “I meant your fucking boss!”
What Rhona had said to Emma about Rosie setting up another accident had been echoing in her head for hours; it had led her memories back to the day she’d heard about her father’s car crash. The police

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had investigated but hadn’t found anything suggesting it was anything other than an accident, and Emma had always thought it was. But now… it wasn’t like she had been particularly close to her dad or anything, but neither had she wanted something like that to happen.
Emma wished she was telepathic so she could send some kind of message to the gang; they had to be living on borrowed time now. There was no way Rhona was just going to sit around twiddling her thumbs now she knew.
Hannah watched her, biting her lip nervously as if something was preying on her mind.
“You know, they think I’m a little strange around here,” Miss Davis said, stretching an arm out and beginning to stroke Emma’s hair.
“Is it because you seem like you actually have a heart?” Emma asked.
“Thank you, but…” Hannah blushed. “I’m the only one here who doesn’t really like assfucking. Not giving it, not taking it, not eating it… nothing.”
The last time Emma had met a girl who didn’t like buttsex, she’d joked that the girl just hadn’t tried it with her. But watching Hannah, she wasn’t in the mood for wisecracks.
“I don’t mind other things…” Hannah continued, unbuttoning her top and easing out a breast. She bent down towards Emma, positioned so that the breast was aimed at the prisoner’s lips. Hannah rested her left hand on Emma’s stomach, slowly moving it down.
Emma had silently bet that Hannah had very sweet-tasting nipples – a few seconds later, when she’d poked her tongue out and dabbed, she realised she was right. The safecracker drew Hannah’s right nipple between her lips; it tasted so wonderful Emma almost expected it to melt in her mouth. She gently took Hannah’s nipple between her teeth, delicately rolling it along before she started to suck.
“Can’t you untie me just for a few moments?” Emma asked. “Just so I can rub that rack.”
“I wish I could. I really do,” Hannah replied.
“C’mon,” Emma urged. “I won’t hurt you – I won’t even get off the bed. Who’d know?”
“Mistress would,” Hannah said. “I know you’ll keep your word, but if I untied you for anything other than the bathroom she’d kill me.”
Emma didn’t think for a second that her guardian was being hyperbolic.
“Here you are,” Hannah continued, changing position and giving Emma her other breast as she rested a hand on the safecracker’s flat stomach, slipping a finger into her navel. Hannah moved it around inside briefly before moving the fingers down Emma’s body, sidling them between her legs.
“Thanks for shaving me,” Emma told Hannah, sighing on feeling the woman’s fingertips caressing her slot.
“It was my pleasure,” Hannah replied, letting a finger linger on Emma’s clit. She took it between two digits and slowly started to roll it, a third finger slipping inside. Hannah’s hand moved slowly, enjoying every single bit of Emma’s snug, warm cunt; if she knew exactly how Emma Roberts masturbated she

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could have made it better for the patient (prisoner, she mentally reminded herself) by duplicating her technique.
Emma, for her part, wasn’t complaining – Hannah had wonderful finger action, teasing her pussy walls and button while she just lay there, drawing in Miss Davis’s nipples. Emma ran her tongue along the areola, loving each tiny bump; she didn’t even mind that Hannah’s breasts weren’t of Jordan Carver dimensions. She opened her mouth to take in as much of Hannah’s right breast as she could, moving her lips back and forth over it while feeling Hannah’s fingers exploring inside her; if only she could have a feel of Hannah’s own box…
The prisoner began twisting against her bonds, licking on Hannah faster as she felt herself dampening between her legs. Emma could hear Hannah groaning each time her tongue touched the skin; she herself couldn’t keep from sighing into the woman’s cleavage as Hannah fingered her, the tips of the fingers teasing Emma’s pussy walls. Emma wished she didn’t have the upper body strength of a daffodil; she’d have popped these cuffs and pulled Hannah Davis down on top of her like THAT. Obviously she’d have gone on a rampaging war throughout Gideon’s Crossing afterwards, but first she’d have fucked Hannah senseless… maybe even been the first to penetrate that sweet little booty, given enough time and persuasion.
“Ooooohhh…. Ohhhhh…. Mmmmmmm…..” Emma sucked Hannah’s breasts harder, darting back and forth between each one as her pussy cried out for Hannah to replace fingers with tongue. She was grinding her own butt into the mattress with each thrash of her body; Emma was so wet she could feel the spot on the mattress, but with Hannah’s fingers thrusting around and the woman’s lovely smile aimed at her, Emma didn’t care about that.
Emma pressed her face between Hannah’s breasts, screaming as she came over the woman’s fingers. Hannah had her middle finger moving around inside and rubbing the sides of her cunt, and two others playing with her button; Emma didn’t want them to EVER leave as she licked the other woman’s cleavage, smelling her and kissing her. Waves of joy crashed over the captive as she soaked Hannah’s hand; shaking and sweating, she moved back to get another look at Hannah’s perfect boobs.
Emma gasped and sighed, watching as Hannah lifted her hand up and brought it to her lips, tasting the residue.
“I like to do this afterwards. If I like how it feels… can you keep a secret?” Hannah asked.
Emma nodded.
“I didn’t like how it felt the last time I was with Mistress,” Hannah continued quietly, speaking so low Emma suspected that the place was bugged. “But I did like it with you.”
“Have some more… go down on me, please?” Emma begged, lost in the other woman’s eyes.
Hannah shook her head. “Not until we’re out of here,” she said, again in the very low voice.
“It’s a date,” Emma smiled.
“Before I go…” Hannah turned her back on Emma and lifted up her dress. It didn’t come as a surprise to Emma that she wasn’t wearing underwear; it also didn’t come as a surprise that Hannah’s ass was as cute as the rest of her.

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“Mistress doesn’t like us wearing underwear,” Hannah explained. “She says it either helps put men at ease or makes them nervous – it makes it easier for her to do business with them.”
The blonde took hold of her asscheeks and spread them apart, giving Emma Roberts a great view of the winking asshole between them.
“You can do anything you want to that… in your mind,” Hannah said quietly, standing there and letting Emma look for the next few moments, getting it all inside her head and wishing she had a tongue like a lizard. Tied down as she was, Emma couldn’t get any closer and it was killing her.
Hannah let go of her buns and the door closed as she looked over her shoulder and smiled kindly, seeing Emma’s happy-disappointed face – happy at what she’d seen, disappointed at how she couldn’t see it any more.
“Oh, what the heck,” Hannah said. She moved backwards over the captive. “As long as you don’t use your tongue.”
“You’re the boss,” Emma replied, and gratefully kissed Hannah Davis’s ass. She let her lips stay there for a few extra seconds before moving back, watching Hannah looking over her shoulder and smiling tenderly at the captive as she walked out.
At least there was one thing she could thank Rhona Mitra for.
* * * * * * * * * *
JoAnna Garcia and Shay Mitchell kissed, Troian Bellisario and Hayden Panettiere kissed, and Jessica Chastain and Olivia Wilde kissed to round off the farewells.
“You seeing anyone?” Jessica asked. “Look me up when this is all over.”
“Or come and see me if it all goes south?” Olivia suggested.
“C’mon, you gotta think positive!”
“All right, look me up – in a couple of months. I’m just going to take it slow for a while when it’s done,” Olivia told her. “But thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Good luck for tomorrow, all of you,” JoAnna told the group.
“Right back at you,” Blake replied. “And however it turns out – thanks for everything…”
“Thank YOU,” Jessica laughed, eyeing Blake’s legs.
“For coming back and seeing us off, she meant,” Troian added hastily.
“Oh, we know what she meant,” Roselyn chuckled, as the tall blonde rolled her eyes again. “Better get going before traffic builds up…”
It wouldn’t be so much of a problem for Jessica, since she’d come on her motorbike, but cars didn’t have the same facility for zipping through freeway blockages, much to JoAnna’s regret.
“Shame I couldn’t take a look,” Jessica admitted as they headed to their transport modes, putting on her helmet.

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“You and all of them,” JoAnna giggled.
They were talking about Blake Lively thrashing around on the bed during her multiple masturbations – her orgasms had come through the wall, and Jessica had been tempted to sneak over to the door and crack it open to take a look, but the other members had overruled her.
“Don’t forget to wear something sexy tomorrow night,” Troian added as she got into JoAnna’s car.
“Are you talking to me or Jessica?” asked the other.
“Yes,” Troian replied, smiling.
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As Rhona Mitra sucked on Emily Ratajkowski’s left breast, it occurred to her not for the first time that Emily was the only woman in her employ who made Rosie Huntington-Whiteley seem like a devoted lover of clothes; she was always lounging around Gideon’s Crossing in underwear, showing off her rack and legs to anyone in the vicinity. At most she wore shorts and a T-shirt, and forget about wearing a skirt that went below the knee. Or even the waist.
Still, whenever Rhona had guests over for business some eye candy around the place generally helped - and Emily had been very useful in helping her out with the odd transaction. She was also very useful in keeping her warm on those nights when Rosie was unavailable – like now. It was a damn cold night, and Rhona didn’t envy Rosie having to drive to LA. She did miss her, though – Rosie liked to fuck Emily while Rhona watched, so it would have been fun to return the favour just once. But anyway…
“Did you have any trouble with Mr. Rogers?” Rhona asked Emily’s chest.
“He struggled a bit,” Emily’s mouth replied. “I don’t know how Rosie can do it.”
“I have to admit, neither do I,” Rhona admitted as her fingers ran through Emily’s nicely trimmed cunt. “I’ve never been able to blend sex and murder, but for Rosie it comes as naturally as breathing.”
Mr. Rogers was Mr. Kenrick Rogers, a former employee of Rhona Mitra who Shay Mitchell and Sarah Shahi would have been very interested to meet; she had arranged to have him work in the Mitchell criminal combine, and it was he who had tipped off the police about the exchange. Kenrick had also seen to it that the real money had been replaced with the fake, and delivered it to Kim Kardashian, who had gotten it to Rhona’s money people in her last action before that stupid solicitation charge doomed her to spend a(nother) year in Remy Hadley. The money was now safe in her variety of accounts, and there was only one more thing she had to do.
It had been a beautiful day in the neighbourhood for Emily when she had smothered him – not only was she tying up a loose end that could turn into a pair of loose lips given the right amount of pressure, but he had been an absolutely TERRIBLE fuck. Emily reasoned she was doing the world’s women a favour by not risking exposure to any more of his substandard head.
“I still can’t believe these are real,” Rhona said softly, bringing up her Ratajkowski-scented fingers to press them onto the young woman’s breasts. “You must have been very popular in school.”
“I did get some favours…” Emily smiled, touching Rhona’s rack. “From both sexes.”

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“You’re a good girl,” Rhona said, kissing her. “Don’t get pregnant any time soon… I would hate for some rugrats to ruin these.”
“I don’t plan to,” Emily replied as their breasts met, nipples brushing against nipples.
The younger woman reclined back as she let Rhona climb onto her, still pressing boobs together. Rhona kissed Emily again as she touched her snatch – such a nice fat pussy button she had…
Rhona stretched herself back, positioning her so now it was their cunts that were touching and regretting that she had to break contact with Emily’s breasts. It was times like this she almost wished she had a real penis. Almost.
Slowly, the two began to press their crotches together, rubbing against the other girl's pussy. At first, this was more to spread their juices about, something that didn't take long, since both Rhona and Emily were already quite turned on. As Rhona rotated her hips in a circle, she felt Emily's pussy coating her skin with sweet sticky slipperiness, and knew she was doing the same to Emily's crotch.
After that, it didn't take too long to start to feel good. Very, very good. Rhona had known – and fucked – numerous women who weren't capable of getting off from scissoring, but neither she nor Emily were among that number. Already the pouty-lipped brunette was panting heavily as Rhona increased the pace of her clit fucking. That only turned Rhona on even more.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, and began thrusting harder against Emily.
And harder.
And harder still.
Emily was no longer fucking back, instead just trying to keep from being humped right off the bed. Rhona's eyes were closed and she was clearly getting close. Emily suspected her boss was using her for an over-glorified masturbation device, and that oddly didn't bother her one bit. She really didn't mind anyone masturbating to – or even on – her.
Rhona's breath became ragged and desperate, and she thrust even harder against Emily, who's crotch was getting sore from the pounding. But she held in there, and a few moments later, they were both rewarded when Rhona exploded in a wet, sloppy climax.
“OH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Rhona bellowed, an unusually loud cry of relief from the typically prim and proper Brit. If Emily's crotch hadn't already been soaked, it was now drenched in Rhona's juices. The older woman's free leg shot up, nearly clocking Emily in the face, and the other practically tossed the younger woman off went it went straight as well.
“Wow, that was hot,” Emily admired when Rhona began to get her senses back.
“Mmmm, thank you,” Rhona said, separating herself from Emily's legs. It took a moment or two – Rhona was still recovering from her orgasm – but eventually the Brit lay down behind Emily, gently reaching around her to play with those tits again. It was a surprisingly tender gesture for a woman who had no trouble killing in cold blood.
Emily suspected it was tenderness like this, after the fact, that drew the truly twisted Rosie to Rhona. Who else but a mob boss could love that serial killer?

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“Let me get you off,” Rhona said, dropping her hand down to Emily's pussy. Emily winced when she brushed against her abused clit.
“Maybe try the back,” Emily suggested.
“Mmm, it is a lovely back,” Rhona agreed, bringing her hand around. She had to use her other hand to help spread Emily's perfectly shaped buttocks to reveal the tiny puckered hole hidden inside.
It was at that moment that the alarm on Rhona's phone went off, signaling that it was time she started getting ready for the party.
“Dammit,” Rhona said. “I'm so sorry, I really need to go.”
“Do you?” Emily asked, wiggling her butt a bit to entice the other woman.
“I do. But don’t worry,” Rhona whispered, slipping her right index finger up Emily’s butt. “After the party I’ll see to it that you will have to rename this little beauty Piers Morgan, because it will be an enormous gaping asshole.”
“I thought you called them ‘arseholes’,” Emily giggled.
“I only do that with European girls,” Rhona breathed, kissing Emily’s shoulder.
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“DAMMIT!”
Ashley hated having her phone go off when she was getting ready, and just after she’d gotten out of the shower to boot. She also hated dropping her towel while running to answer said phone, even though no one could see inside to enjoy the show.
She had the presence of mind to see the caller’s name as she picked the phone up – if she hadn’t she might have snapped “Hello?!” instead of switching to calm and polite mode, and Rhona wouldn’t have taken that well.
“Good morning, Ashley,” the English voice said.
“So what’s on the agenda for this evening?” asked Ashley, trying not to think about the water dripping on the carpet.
“This is not about business, it’s about pleasure,” Rhona assured her. “You’ve served me well over the past several months, and even I believe in showing some appreciation occasionally.”
“Uh-huh…” the blonde replied in anticipation.
“You are cordially invited to my little gathering this evening – I have a special surprise in store for you. It begins at 8, and bring your present.”
Ashley was about to say that it wasn’t Rhona’s birthday when she realised she had said “your present.” A slow smile spread across her face as she realised what she could be getting at.
“I’ll make sure to bring one for you as well,” she said.

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“No need,” Rhona assured her. “Tonight we’ll both get what we want.”
For once, Ashley didn’t mind being hung up on without saying goodbye.
* * * * * * * * * *
Victor did what he always did when he woke up; he rolled over, expecting to be greeted by a still-slumbering Kate, her face facing his and looking incredibly kissable when asleep.
No such luck – he was alone. And it wasn’t like he’d slept late either… if anything he was up early.
Dammit… well, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten himself off to start the day. Moving onto his back and sighing, he moved his hand down to his cock summoning up Kate and Alison Brie, his go-to morning masturbation aid; there the two of them were, Kate stroking Alison’s wavy black hair while Alison began to undo Kate’s bow….
Wait, what?
Mara and Brie got swept aside by a distraction from outside and touching Victor’s fingers. Curiously, he looked down to see if it was what he thought it was.
It was. There, snugly tied around his shaft, was a ribbon with a note on the end of it. And how she could have pulled that off when he was asleep he couldn’t figure out… Victor untied it and picked the note up.
“Sorry no BJ this morning – duty calls… Kate.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Duty had called Kate Mara the afternoon before; once Kate had done a little checking on the caller and verified she was who she said she was, she agreed to a meet-up.
Too bad the meet-up had to be in a diner at 8 in the morning, and even worse that the place was out of cruellers. Still, at least Kate had some fresh and tasty coffee to keep her going until the caller arrived; she sipped at it as she glanced at her Kindle, hoping the woman wouldn’t keep her waiting too long.
“You’re smaller than you look on TV.”
Kate looked up, seeing a black-haired woman wearing dark glasses and a baseball cap sitting down opposite her. She had a good reason for the sweater, since it was still a little cold in the morning, but other than that...
“Well, they say the camera adds ten pounds,” the reporter replied. “You can take the glasses off…”
“If it’s all the same to you,” Gemma Arterton said, “I feel a little safer with them on.”
Kate thought Gemma was worrying about nothing, not least since it was a good part of town. But she’d told her boss it was part of Channel 5’s series about the SF8, and the least she could do was hear her out, which meant no scaring the woman off. Resting her phone on the table, Kate turned it on and it started recording.
“Can I get you two anything?” asked the waitress.
“Some muffins, please. Blueberry if you have them,” said Kate.

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“Blueberry we have, ma’am,” the woman told her. “More coffee?”
“Please and thank you. How about you - coffee or tea?” Kate asked Gemma.
“Coffee, please,” the guard replied. “I do drink tea, but I need something stronger to get through this…”
“So what’s so important we can’t talk on the phone?” the reporter asked once their drinks and muffins had been served.
“It’s about the Remy Hadley breakout,” Gemma started, taking a swallow.  “And about Scarlett Johansson.”
“We know the gang beat her up-“
“That’s just it,” Gemma interrupted. “They didn’t. It was Cate Blanchett who did it.”
“The guard who was shot?” Kate said in surprise.
Gemma nodded. “Jessica Alba – she’s one of the other guards - was going to come forward but another guard got to her… I understand why Jessica kept quiet, she’s got family.”
“But you don’t?”
“But I don’t. They can only hurt me.”
“So how come she was scared off?” Kate asked, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Because there’s some bad things happening there,” Gemma continued. “Things I used to be involved with.”
“Like what things?”
Gemma studied her coffee.
“C’mon, you have to give me something,” Kate urged.
"A few days before the San Francisco Eight broke out, a prisoner called Rachel Bilson was paroled,” the brunette said quietly. “She was one of the prisoners that we… we fucked. She also saw some of what Blanchett and her crew got up to.”
“One of?”
“Yes,” Gemma replied. “She’ll back it up. And there’s something else – Jessica knows I’m here. I talked to her, and…”
“And…?” Kate leant forward expectantly.
“She’ll only talk if she’s disguised. She doesn't want her family hurt."
Kate nodded. “But you won’t be disguised when we do it for real?”
Gemma took off her glasses.
* * * * * * * * * *

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None of the women in the nondescript car parked opposite the Spectacular were happy.
Kristen Bell wasn’t happy because she hated having to drive all the way to Los Angeles (especially since unlike Randy Newman, she hated L.A.). Beverley Mitchell wasn’t happy because waiting up in a car since like three in the morning was not her idea of fun. Tammin Sursok wasn’t happy because she was in a car with Beverley Mitchell. Victoria Justice wasn’t happy because she really wanted to be back in a nice warm bed, rather than in a not-nice, not-warm car; especially since a) Beverley had made her wake up because it was getting near opening time, and b) Tammin was in the back with Beverley while she herself was in the front next to Kristen. And none of them were happy because the only place nearby that made coffee happened to do the worst in the Northern Hemisphere.
“I thought you said you were going to make some and bring it, BJ,” Beverley grumbled as she forced hers down.
“I didn’t,” Tammin replied, sorry she’d finished hers so she couldn’t throw it over Beverley’s head. On top of everything else, she’d had to go and buy the stuff.
“Well, you should’ve,” Beverley snapped. “Even yours isn’t as bad as this.”
“It’s not like you ever made any,” Tammin hit back.
“Behave, BJ,” Kristen told her.
Tammin was on the verge of going back to get refills for the sole purpose of dousing Beverley AND Kristen when Victoria said “What the hell is SHE doing here?”
SHE was the only person currently on the street. She was a slim blonde with bee-stung lips heading to the side entrance of the building; all three watched as she slipped inside.
“A friend of yours?” Kristen asked. “Who is she anyway?”
“Not a chance. Her name’s Rosie Huntington-Whiteley,” Victoria told them.
“Classy name for a stripper,” Beverley cracked.
“She doesn’t strip – not any more, anyway, I don’t know. She’s Rhona Mitra’s girlfriend,” Victoria corrected her.
“Wait, she’s her girlfriend?” asked Tammin. “Didn’t she testify at Olivia Wilde’s trial?”
“And Wilde broke out of Remy Hadley with most of the San Fran Eight… this just gets more and more interesting,” Kristen mused. “Sure like to know what Mitra’s girlfriend is doing here this time of day.”
* * * * * * * * * *
It wasn’t WHAT she was doing so much as WHO.
Rosie was pleased to see Alexandra Daddario sitting outside Charisma’s office, awake and eager to please.
“You wanted to see me?” Alexandra asked, as Rosie beckoned her to get up.

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“Yes, and you look like you were worth the trip,” the blonde replied as they entered Charisma’s area. Alexandra took a seat while Rosie sat on the edge of Charisma’s desk, casually swinging her legs and smiling at the newcomer, admiring her long brown hair and piercing blue eyes, The early morning being what it was and the cheapness of the Spectacular when it came to heating being what it was, Alexandra was still wearing her coat – but Rosie had a suspicion there was something she’d like underneath.
“Miss Carpenter will be in later, I hear,” Rosie told her. “Rhona wanted to be here personally to thank you, but she sent me – she calls me her representative on earth for things like this.”
“Things like this?” asked the young stripper, wondering if Rosie had anything under that skimpy top she was approximating wearing. And the shorts weren’t conducive to the time of day outside either.
“A little tradition Roni has,” Rosie explained. “If any new girls do particularly well she likes to… reward them personally.”
Alexandra raised an eyebrow knowingly. She’d known she was popular with the customers – Charisma and one or two of the girls had confided that a few of them had looked disappointed on nights when she wasn’t in – but if the owner was impressed, that was a new one on her. It looked like the reports were true.
“Are you putting yourself through college, or is this your actual job?” asked Rosie.
“Graduated about halfway through my class,” said Alexandra. “But dancing was… well, IS what I’m good at. Plus I always believed in that saying ‘If you’ve got it, flaunt it’ – why not get paid for it?”
Rosie laughed, sensing a kindred spirit.
“Is it true that you do… favours for customers?” the blonde asked, swinging her legs and not missing Alexandra taking a look.
“Sometimes, if they’re hot. And if they tip real well,” replied Alexandra.
“How well?”
“Even after Charisma takes a percentage it still goes into three figures most nights.”
Rhona had asked Charisma on her last trip down to stop taking cuts from their tips, but Rosie didn’t know that (and likely wouldn’t have done anything about it if she did). Anyway, it was time for the main event… springing off the side of the desk, Rosie pointed to the door.
Alexandra knew exactly what she had in mind, and as she got up she removed her coat and put it on the chair. Unlike Rosie she wasn’t wearing shorts, but the jeans she had on were appreciably tight in the behind; the English blonde let Alexandra get a few paces ahead before she started to follow, doing what she always did whenever there was an attractive ass twitching in front of her and touching it. Constantly. And smiling at how Alexandra never broke her pace, as if she was used to being pawed.
Arriving at the stage, Alexandra turned on the power for the room and headed for the sound system, while Rosie sat down at the table nearest the stage. “Any special requests?” Miss Daddario asked.
“Steel Panther, if you’ve got it,” Rosie replied.