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That suited Alexandra – she liked it fast and loud (and that was how she liked her music as well) – but as she checked the music selections, anticipation turned to disappointment. Lots of R&B, some metal, a few boy bands, and some weirdo had even tried to slip in Mumford & Sons… but no Steel Panther. “I know they had some here last time – I bet Kay Panabaker pulled it again! Girl has NO taste, none. Hang on a sec…”
Rosie was treated to Alexandra’s chest bouncing as she sprinted to the office where her coat was, and then a second helping moments later as she returned, brandishing her mp3 player and the external device to play it on. “Never leave anything in my car I don’t want stolen,” she explained. “Good thing I didn’t – don’t want to keep you waiting long.”
“No rush,” the blonde assured her as Alexandra set it up, and chose her track before she twirled around, snapping on a smile. As “Party All Day (Fuck All Night)” revved up, Alexandra began to grind, thrusting and gyrating like a woman possessed, playing with the edge of her shirt as she lifted it up and lowered it, lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered showing more of her midriff every time.
Moving around the stage as she danced, Rosie was drawn most of all to Alexandra’s eyes – not just for their blueness but for their sparkling. Even the best strippers occasionally looked as if it was still mainly a job to them, but Rosie could see the girl’s enthusiasm was for real; she knew how to show her body and she loved it, one to the profession born. Alexandra was probably deeply in love with herself, but Rosie knew damn well she herself was hot as fuck, so she couldn’t hold it against her – but as Alexandra slinked off her top and threw it to Rosie, the Englishwoman could see a couple of things she wanted Alexandra Daddario to hold against her.
With her shoulders and legs bucking and grinding, Alexandra twisted her supple body this way and that as Steel Panther continued and Rosie, not even trying not to visibly salivate at Miss D’s unbelievable rack, bobbed her head rapidly to the music and felt a dampening between her legs. The girl was EVERYWHERE – while some of the other girls acted like they’d disintegrate if they moved beyond their marks, Alexandra was treating the whole room like her own personal playground, pumping her hips next to the chairs as she teased the band of her jeans. The brunette twirled to a pillar next to Rosie’s chair, pressing her jugs on the hard surface; she then thrust her lower half towards Rosie’s eager face, treating the blonde to a close shot of her wiggling ass as she lowered the trousers down.
Rosie was delighted to see her instinct when she’d felt Alexandra’s rump had been right – no panties, no thong, no nothing.
“I only wear underwear during business hours,” the brunette said semi-apologetically, stepping out of the jeans without losing a beat and pirouetting around; as she thrust in front of and above her, boobs just out of reach and pussy teasing her, Rosie’s mouth couldn’t help but drop open – Alexandra Daddario naked was freaking GLORIOUS. If she was a paying customer she’d have risked getting thrown out to feel the woman up.
But she was the hopefully-soon-to-be-wife of the owner, and no one else was around. Rosie’s fingers moved towards Alexandra’s mouthwatering cunt as if it was a magnet, her breath coming in short pants as she imagined how it felt.
Her breath came out a little faster as soon as she touched it. Rosie traced her fingertips along Alexandra’s pussy lips – she had a lovely slit on her, slightly moist and just begging to be entered. As

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Rosie lightly stroked the stripper’s cunt, she thrust her face forward, plunging into Alexandra’s huge, soft breasts. Mmmmmmm…. if Alexandra had decided to whisper “I got you now” and used those milk pillows to smother the life out of Rosie, she would just sit there and enjoy it.
Alexandra did put her hands on the back of Rosie’s head, but only to press it in a little closer as the blonde began to move her head from side to side, loving how each boob felt as it bounced along the cheek. Rosie rubbed her face into Alexandra’s left breast, failing to resist the urge to lick the swollen, freckled nipple. She popped in into her mouth, sucking hard on it as her fingers spread into the stripper’s pussy.
Rosie teased Alexandra’s swollen clit, wondering if it tasted as nice as her chest did. She moved her mouth onto the other boob, relishing the milky bounciness before she returned to thrashing between the breasts. Rosie rubbed her head up and down and back and forth, letting herself be enveloped by them as her fingers fondled Alexandra’s sex while .
Alexandra moved her fingers under Rosie’s top and took the blonde’s own breasts into her hands, dandling the small but perfect boobs on her palms. She pressed them back onto Rosie’s chest, not minding that she didn’t have that much to squash and sighing as she felt Rosie’s tongue licking between her own rack. The blonde’s head was moving hard enough to bring on heat, and her finger was sneaking deeper inside Alexandra… so warm. No wonder Alexandra did so well.
“There’s more room on the stage,” the stripper pointed out as she slowly slid off Rosie and headed there. Hypnotised by Alexandra’s ass, Rosie eagerly followed as the song changed.
“Gotta get this for later,” the stripper said, taking a quick detour to get another item from her bag. Rosie gave the thumbs up on seeing what Alexandra was wielding – she rarely went anywhere without her own sex equipment. And with a double-headed dildo, Rosie could guess where it was going… and she liked that journey.
“Mind holding onto this for me?” Alexandra asked, wielding the dildo as Rosie quickly undressed and lay down on the stage, glad that the Spectacular had at least flung out enough money to put some kind of covering on the ground. Wood splinters in her ass was not one of her kinks.
“Sure,” the blonde said, holding out a hand.
“Not that,” Alexandra laughed, crouching onto Rosie’s chest. “I think those’ll be busy.”
Alexandra peered over her shoulder to make sure she didn’t mess it up, and casually inserted one end of the dildo into Rosie’s crotch.  “Should be safe there till we’re ready.”
Rosie didn’t mind – it wasn’t the first time that had happened. It left almost as nice as Alexandra’s buttcheeks did on her palms as she felt them en route to her chest; the stripper settled herself down, seated so she wouldn’t be causing Rosie any pain. The English blonde flicked her tongue out, taking little dabs at Alexandra’s box and teasing her clit.
“Tasty,” Rosie murmured, licking further as Alexandra started fondling her blonde tresses; although Miss Huntington-Whiteley was the lighter of the two, she minded the pressure of the stripper’s warm body on her chest not a bit. The brunette cradled the blonde’s head, shivering with every touch of Rosie’s

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tongue while eyeing her nipples; Alexandra hoped against hope that maybe she could sort out a way Rosie could spend an hour or so eating her out. But first…
“The customer’s always right... left or right tit?” Alexandra asked.
“Mmm… I wish we had time for you to do both. I’m very greedy,” Rosie laughed, stroking Alexandra’s stomach as she licked her sex one last time. “Just do the right.”
“Darn - I love it when I can change midsession…”
Alexandra got up a little, and positioned herself above Rosie’s left breast. She swayed herself along the tip of Rosie’s nipple, letting it tease her button for a few moments. Each time she brushed it, Alexandra felt it get a little harder – she’d seen penises about the same size as Rosie’s nips. At their biggest length.
She began to move her pussy in tiny little circles around Rosie’s nipple, sending it to and fro. She loved feeling the blonde’s areola bumps touching her, making her ever damper. Each little bit of contact heated the stripper a little more as she fondled Rosie’s head.
“Like it?” Alexandra asked.
“Love it,” Rosie replied, enjoying how tight and warm Alexandra’s muff was around her nipple; she edged herself just a few millimetres, slipping her breast a little further up Alexandra, and moved herself a bit alongside the stripper.
“No, no, no… I’ll do the work,” Alexandra breathed.
“I want to do it,” Rosie said. “Besides, your cunt feels great.”
Alexandra treated Rosie to a dazzling appreciative grin as Rosie’s breast moved against her cunt. The blonde fondled Alexandra’s sides, eyeing her jiggling chest as she moved up and down, enjoying the sensations Rosie’s nipple was giving her as it rubbed against her inside. Alexandra had once had Charisma take her like that, and the woman had actually managed to lactate a little while her tit was inside; if it had been a cock she’d have been let down, but to get some milk under those conditions… it wasn’t coincidence that later that night Charisma had foregone a percentage for the only time in Spectacular history. It wasn’t going to happen with Rosie, but… she moaned as Rosie wriggled a bit more, lightly pinching Alexandra’s ass.
Then the stripper got up, moving back in time to the music and watching Rosie’s eyes scan her body. Without missing a beat as she switched her feet to either side of the English blonde, she turned around and reached down to pull the dildo out, making sure Rosie got a good view of both her holes. That was why Alexandra took it out relatively slowly before pressing a button in the centre; she wanted Rosie to enjoy what she was looking at before she blocked the sight of her winking asshole.
But Rosie didn’t mind when that happened, because it was being blocked by Alexandra inserting one end of the dildo into it, her ass twitching merrily. Plus it was a PleasureTron 2000 – you didn’t have to grease it up because each model came with a cartridge of lube; you opened it up and inserted the cartridge, and when you turned it on the lube seeped out through tiny holes all along the dildo. All you had to do was make sure you had a cartridge inside before you used it, and Rosie still remembered the time she’d forgotten. It had been some time before Rhona had forgiven her.

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“Join me?” Alexandra asked once her half of the dildo was secured.
Rosie replied by getting up eagerly and presenting her tight little buns to Alexandra. Then she eased herself backwards, years of practice guiding her back door directly to the tip of the PleasureTron. Rosie let out little gasps as she worked it up her, inch by slicked-over inch.
Alexandra started to thrust against Rosie, rubbing her cheeks against the blonde as the PleasureTron slammed into her. Both ladies had their tight assholes closed in tight around the tube, grinding it back and forth between them; Rosie shoved back, wiggling as Alexandra cried, moving her own behind and making the PleasureTron slide a couple of inches back.
As the music rushed over the two women, Rosie and Alexandra continued their hot game of tug o’war. One moment Rosie had the device pumping into Alexandra, the next the blonde was feeling it coring up into her further. Each kept pushing against each other, with one contact coming so close that both let out a happy sigh together – yay for female anatomy having their holes so near that their snatches touched that time. Alexandra took advantage of that to shake herself so she was pushing the device up Rosie and massaging her cunt with Rosie’s.
“Oooohhh… uhhh…. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccceeeeeeeeeeeee…….” Rosie cored herself and Alexandra as she enjoyed her asshole’s constant stretching. Almost as good as cock. Almost. Anyway, Alexandra was moving her butt and the dildo nearly as fast as the song; the beat in her ass was a lot harder than whoever the drummer for that group was.  Yelling with each thrust, Rosie bucked back against Alexandra, feeling the stripper’s ass pumping against her own, and feeling her cunt soaking and hot.
“WWWHOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Rosie screamed in a way an English debutante usually wasn’t supposed to, digging her fingernails into the carpet and slapping back against Alexandra, her body shaking as she came and her cunt soaking Miss Daddario’s. Rosie kept grinding back, her gamine backside pushing the dildo into Alexandra and hearing the stripper’s moans get louder and higher. Rosie visualised watching Alexandra on her hands and knees, breasts swayingly inviting and her body glistening as she enjoyed every single movement – and howling as the PleasureTron, now at its peak, shot its load out of each end into the women’s assholes.
Rosie and Alexandra’s sighs subsided as the flow stopped; the two women crouched on the ground to recover, the PleasureTron keeping them together until one or the other of them stopped hurting enough to take it out. And right on cue, the album ended.
“That was fun,” Alexandra said in between gulps of air.
“Alex…” Rosie panted.
“Yeah…?”
“First thing I have to do is lick the other end off. And second… you are getting one HELLUVA tip.”
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“What’s she smiling about?” Beverley asked no one in particular as Rosie strode out of the Spectacular, moving a little slower than when she came in.
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“Yeah, the hair does look a little mussed,” Beverley agreed.
“So she came all the way down to the City of Angels just for some pussy?” Kristen wondered. “It better have been worth it. Now get up here, BJ.”
“Come again?” asked Tammin, watching Rosie get into her car and start the long drive back.
“You’re our designated driver home,” Kristen explained. “I need a break, and a nap.”
Tammin quickly realised that she’d be next to Victoria all the way back to San Francisco, and eagerly hopped out of the car to change seats.               
“I could use some sleep too…” Victoria murmured.
“Yeah, you get some rest,” Tammin told her tenderly.
“Should’ve asked you this earlier, Beverley… which one of the San Fran Eight got the guard?” asked Kristen as she settled in next to her.
“It was Blake Lively,” Beverley replied.
“Makes sense,” Kristen agreed. “She’s got like a foot on Johansson.”
“Doesn’t have any history of that kind of thing,” Tammin mused. “Blake always struck me as a lover, not a fighter.”
“Hey, you wouldn’t believe what people can do when they’re up against it,” Beverley said.
“You got me there,” Tammin admitted as she started the car, but privately she was wondering why Blake hadn’t brought out her inner Buffy Summers when Jaime Pressly was coming on to her.
And so was Kristen.
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“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jessica Biel asked over her coffee.
“I’m just a little nervous,” Kat Dennings said quietly from the other side of Jessica’s desk, not touching hers.
“About what?”
“About this weekend,” the buxom brunette replied. “It’s my first date in… in ever.”
“Relax, it’ll be fine. And if it does go south, just give me a call,” Jessica said reassuringly. “Now drink up – you don’t want to hurt Natalie’s feelings.”
Kat definitely didn’t want to upset Natalie Dormer, the new intern stuck with coffee-making duties what with Tammin not being around to do it. She picked the cup and took a swallow.
“Not bad, huh? At least she’s forking out for a decent brand,” Jessica smiled.
“I’m not picky,” Kat replied. “Anyway, I finished looking at the Union Bank details…”

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“Do you think you could dumb it down for me?” the director asked. “Save the in-depth stuff for when you write the report.”
“Sure,” Kat said, taking another swallow. “Something in their system has been infecting accounts and draining them – it’s being sent to places all over San Francisco. I ran down some of them and they’re pretty much shells, but a couple of the buildings are owned by a company called Sinclair Enterprises.”
“And how does that help me?” Jessica asked, watching Kat’s chest heaving.
“It was owned by James Dalton – when he got killed his wife inherited it.”
“And his wife would be…”
“Number one on Kristen Bell’s hit list,” Kat finished, and Jessica Biel immediately forgot all about Kat Dennings’ breasts.
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“Thank you, Elena,” Rhona told the aide who’d brought her morning physical post.
“All junk mail and non-essential bills removed,” Elena Satine said perkily.
“I expect nothing less,” the boss replied, opening the first letter. “Find Emily Ratajkowski and Aubrey Plaza – their job this morning is to bring in the remaining members of the San Francisco Eight.”
“Right away, mistress,” Elena said with a curtsy as she started to turn.
“Much as I enjoy watching you leave…” Rhona added.
“Why, thank you!”
“…there is one more thing. I understand Aubrey can be a little overeager, so make it clear to her I mean they should bring them in alive.”
“I’ll tell them, mistress,” Elena assured her, before slowly walking out.
Rhona nodded approvingly as she studied the retreating redhead’s plump, pert behind. No matter how long it took for Elena to walk away, it was always too short.
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One of JoAnna and Jason’s private jokes was that that they fucked like Democrats, meaning that they took turns being on top. That morning it was JoAnna’s turn; her hands clutching Jason’s biceps, she gulped on his cock hungrily as he rubbed her head, enjoying her lips engorging him up to the balls. Even though she had only woken up ten minutes before, JoAnna was working him as if she’d downed her coffee first; taking very quick snatches of air as she sucked, she had him trapped in her mouth and he never wanted to leave.
“Giving head isn’t a sport yet,” Jason said happily. “But don’t stop training…”
Not being in the mood for swallowing any of his stuff today, as she hadn’t been the past several times they’d fucked, JoAnna drew her head back slowly, savouring each inch of his prick as it left her mouth

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and stood there, tall and proud. She couldn’t resist giving it a few more licks from bottom to top, kissing the end when she reached it.
“You always know when to stop,” Jason sighed.
“Can’t lose any of it,” JoAnna replied, as she started to lower her cunt over the prick. “That never gets old…”
Jason enjoyed the snug way JoAnna’s box fitted around his cock as she began riding it, feeling it ramming up inside her as the inside of her cunt slid along his length. Grunting and gasping, Jason had a silly grin on his face; feeling JoAnna’s soft buttocks bouncing up and down on his balls, and watching her breasts jiggling and her hair flying, he would have been happy to just lie there and enjoy it; for the past few days they’d gotten off each day by… well… getting off. It wasn’t like they were trying to get JoAnna knocked up before the actual marriage, but it was still some time off.
They had a good mattress – it wasn’t even creaking under them as Jason clutched JoAnna, his cockhead forcing up further as JoAnna ground against him, grabbing his hips and bucking for dear life. If he had the time, he’d be jamming his cock in between those sweet boobies and giving her a little moisturising before work… if he had any LEFTTTTTTTTTT….
“TOO QUICK!” Jason screamed, as he felt his cock start to shoot. “TOO DAMN QUICKKKKK!!!!” He held JoAnna harder, feeling his lover thrashing as he pumped loads and loads of his manjuice into her, the stream rushing inside as if this was the last time he’d ever do it and he had to leave her with everything he had. JoAnna gasped and shook, panting and crying out as she felt her pussy filling up; this was the one thing – the only thing – Shay couldn’t give her. It seemed like hours before the flood subsided, although it was only a minute.
“This is gonna sound weird, but… I think I’m ready now,” JoAnna panted as she let Jason out of her regretfully and lay down against his chest.
“Ready for what?” Jason asked.
“You, me, and another girl,” JoAnna replied. “Or another guy, if you don’t mind…”
Jason immediately ignored the last six words as he remembered the best dream he’d ever had – JoAnna and her friend Anastasia Ashley, the one who loved spending her weekends surfing and had a body to die for, relaxing on a beach and fucking in front of Jason. Being a predictable sex dream, they’d invited him to join in – curse the alarm for breaking in when he was balls-deep in Anastasia’s behind while JoAnna was kissing her. If he had to share JoAnna with another guy for a shot at that, it was fair enough…
“I’m meeting Anastacia at The Ice Cream Bar after work,” JoAnna continued, remembering just before she formed the sentence that Anastacia was a non-drinker. “And she dropped a couple of hints about wanting to join us some time – she’s not doing anything this weekend…”
Jason’s eyes widened – he was surprised to find he’d already gotten hard again.
“So, I guess you’re up for it?” JoAnna asked with a twinkle as she took his reaction in her hands.
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Troian’s closet didn’t have much clothes in there, and as she went through the limited options she had to take into consideration where she’d be going. The dresses she had were fine for most evenings out, but if she was going to show up at Gideon’s Crossing and expect people to be eyeing her she’d probably need something that showed off a bit more skin – and booty shorts were out. But at least she had the whole day to sort out the kind of dress required, Troian mused as she closed the door and headed for her shoes and wallet. Yay for days off…
The phone rang, the display saying “Channel 5.”
That wasn’t good; even as she answered it, Troian was kicking herself.
“Hello?”
“Morning, Troian,” Katie Cassidy briskly said on the other end. “Look, I hate to do this, but…”
“But I have to come in?”
“Emily Rickards is off sick, and we need you to fill in for her. She’ll be back in tomorrow and you can take that day off, no problem.”
“Alright…  see you soon.”
“Not with that traffic,” Katie laughed. “Thanks – ‘bye.”
The moment Katie hung up, Troian started to call Navi as she gulped. It was time for her to ask a BIG favour.
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“We got a problem,” Roselyn told the others after she hung up.
“What else is new?” Olivia replied.
“Troian can’t make it – she can still get us what we need but she won’t be at the party.”
“Doesn’t JoAnna have any hot friends?” Shay asked.
“Actually, Troian did say she was trying to get someone to go with her instead…” Roselyn replied nervously, briefly glancing at Hayden.
“That someone called Navi Rawat?” asked the blonde. “She couldn’t have gone down the Bay Area and gotten a streetwalker instead?”
“Good ones cost a lot,” Roselyn said with a little smile. “The good news is she’ll drop by here before Channel 5… and she sent us a little extra. Which was nice of JoJo.”
“Nice of JoJo?” asked Olivia.
“JoJo sent us something to tide us over,” the leader said, passing Olivia the phone.
The something was a shot of JoAnna Garcia, beaming and nude in the bathroom she and Jason shared – her face was partly obscured thanks to her holding the phone over it, but there was plenty on display.

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Olivia smiled in approval before handing it to Blake, who passed it on to Shay without a glance; Shay spent noticeably longer looking at the picture than the others.
“I still think we should try and get some currency from Rhona,” Blake mused when the rest of them had stored JoAnna’s naked body for later masturbatory purposes. “Even if we can’t take her for the four million each.”
“I got a surprise for you… we are,” the leader smiled. “While you were making dinner last night we took a vote – we’re going to talk Emma into busting her safe before we go.”
“Like she’d need much persuasion,” Shay added.
“You know what they make money out of?” Olivia said. “They make it out of cotton.”
“They don’t call it the fabric of our lives for nothing,” laughed Hayden.
“Hope Troian’s gotten a big ride for us,” Roselyn continued, eyeing the window with the others.
They were already planning to leave the party in a different car from whatever they’d arrive in, or possibly two (so they could fit Megan, Emma and whatever they could heist from Rhona), but just in case that wasn’t possible for some reason or other they’d told Troian to get as big a car as she could, if she couldn’t run down a van (“Again with the vans?” Shay had asked). And since the poor woman had been denied her holiday, she’d have to go down to the nearest car rental place and drop it off *before* she went to work… Roselyn was seriously considering ignoring what Troian had said and cutting her in on what they got.
“Oh, you’re kidding!”
Blake had been the first to see a nice-looking car approaching the building; a nice-looking car which pulled up directly outside it, driven by Troian Bellisario. A nice-looking car which happened to be a SEAT IBL concept car. Which could only seat five of them.
“Sorry, guys… really sorry,” Troian said sheepishly as she got out. “This is the biggest one the place had – I didn’t have time to really go searching…”
“Where’d you go - a rental place for ants?” asked Roselyn, before catching herself. “Sorry – I know you were rushing, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I got a lot more pissed at the guy who ran the place,” Troian assured her. “They didn’t have much on the lot.”
“If Megan can’t get a big enough second ride someone’s gonna have to get in the trunk for the return trip,” Blake said; she, and everyone else, instinctively looked at Hayden.
“Won’t be the first time I’ve had to hide getting away from someplace,” the small blonde laughed.
“Hope Megan gets Rosie’s car,” Olivia added.
“Hate to cut this short, but Channel 5 is like miles away from here…” Troian said, rubbing Hayden’s shoulder. “See you all tonight, and get some good stuff.”
“Wear something short,” Shay told her. “Maybe your legs will make Rhona so mad she blows up.”

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Troian would have lifted her dress to give Shay and the others a look at said pins if she hadn’t been wearing pants, but she did wink at them as she headed for wherever the nearest bus stop was.
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Two hours or so later, they’d forced down their breakfast - it had been Olivia’s turn to do it, and food was not her forte.
“At least it’ll be the last time you have to put up with my cooking,” she said ruefully.
“Too bad we can’t just go now,” Hayden added.
“Too soon,” Roselyn reminded them as they cleared the table. “Wheels up at four.”
“Who wants to get taken for all the pennies they’ve got?” asked Blake, eyeing the deck of cards.
“Ha… no chance,” replied Shay, en route to the kitchen. “Better off vegging in front of the box till four...”
Shay’s voice tailed off as she stopped by the window, before edging back.
“What’s up, kid?” asked Roselyn. “If it’s about Rhona…”
“There’s a car out there,” Shay said softly.
“Well, yeah, Troian brought it,” Hayden pointed out.
“No, there’s another one,” said the family criminal. “All this time no one’s shown up, now there’s another one out there…”
The others sidled over to the window to take a peek, staying just below the frame’s level; each one was thinking maybe Shay was exaggerating, nothing to worry about, it was probably just an abandoned car…
Hope stopped springing when they spotted the car. It wasn’t the flashiest thing on four wheels, but it could have been just left there. Except for the presence of two brown-haired women sitting in the front; a gorgeous sloe-eyed one riding shotgun and a less attractive but still foxy one behind the wheel. The driver glanced towards Shay very, very briefly, but it was enough – now both sides knew the others were there.
“Maybe it’s nothing?” Hayden suggested, not sounding convinced even as she said it.
“You still want to wait till four?” Olivia asked. “Rhona’s goons could come in here any moment.”
“If they wanted to do that, how come they’re just sitting out there?” Blake replied.
“Could be just playing with us… freak us out, then when we think nothing’s going on they get us,” Roselyn suggested, picking up her gun.
“How’d they find us?” Shay wondered.
“Worry about that later,” said Roselyn. “But Olivia’s right – we’re going NOW.”
A moment later, anyone passing by would have been startled to see five beautiful women bursting out of the building, racing for the car parked directly by the door; Olivia dived into the driver’s seat, while Shay slid along the car’s hood and got in next to her.

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“Check youout, Luke Duke!” Hayden laughed as she got in the back, Blake and Roselyn on either side.
“GO!!!” Roselyn shouted, as Olivia started it up – a second after the other car kicked into gear. “Try and lose our pals back there and get to Gideon’s Crossing the long way round.”
“I hate driving fast,” the woman muttered as she sped up, but Olivia still had a small bit of relief – at least she and the others were finally getting out of that hideout. And whatever happened, it wasn’t likely they’d ever be coming back.
The car may not have been big, but at least it was fast; it went around the corner and headed north, everyone inside glad it wasn’t rush hour. Shay couldn’t help but glance back nervously, seeing to her relief that there was an increasing distance between them and the other car. Maybe they’d…
Oh, shit. The other woman in the car had a gun – and before Shay could get the gun out to try and cut the pursuers off, the woman had fired.
She only fired once, but she hit the target; the three in the back yelled in shock as they heard the back left tire burst, throwing the car off balance. As Olivia angrily screeched the car to a stop by a vacant lot, thankful that it hadn’t happened somewhere they could have had a nasty crash, the other car rapidly pulled up besides them; Shay, Blake and Roselyn kept a grip on their guns as the two women got out, both armed themselves.
“The only reason people don’t call her One Shot Ratajkowski is that it’s a mouthful,” Aubrey Plaza announced, motioning with her gun. “I think you guys know what to do.”
“Oh, just get it over with!” shouted Roselyn.
“Relax, we were never going to shoot any of you,” Aubrey snapped. “You were planning on coming after your friends… Rhona just figured she’d save you the trouble. Now, out of the car.”
Sighing, the five did so.
“And if you’d all give me or Emily any guns you’ve got on you…”
The armed members handed over their guns reluctantly, and Aubrey tucked two into the waistband of her jeans while Emily used the other for additional coverage.
“Thanks a bunch,” said Aubrey. “Emily here loves blondes, so the two of can ride with her back to Rhonaland while the other three get to join me.”
“But first off, I’ve got a little job for you to do,” Emily said breezily. “Blake… it’s Blake, right? Go and put the spare tyre on while shorty here gets comfy in the driver’s seat.”
“Me?” asked Blake.
“Yes, you,” replied Emily, aiming the two guns at her. “People with guns don’t have to do anything they don’t want to.”
“And you can’t drive?” asked Hayden.
“I hold guns and I look good, I don’t have to drive,” Emily said as she and Hayden watched Blake pop open the trunk and bend down to get the tyre out.

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Listening to Emily’s appreciative whistle at the sight she gave them, Blake wondered for the umpteenth time why it seemed like EVERYONE she ran into on this gig was into women.
* * * * * * * * * *
Gideon’s Crossing, a sprawling piece of Spanish-influenced real estate, had one of the nicer views of the Pacific from the cliff it was situated on, especially if it was a lovely sunny afternoon like today. As Rosie headed up the driveway her mind was on what she should be wearing tonight, and on the time her friend Emma Watson and her boyfriend had visited her. Emma had been the best friend a girl could want – she had a beautiful butt and her guy had almost as nice balls, and neither of them minded if Rosie wanted to suck on them.
Rosie instinctively took a hand off the steering wheel to put it between her legs at the memory of her and Emma happily licking the guy’s cock, driving with the other hand as she made her way to the garage.
A good distance away, the agents’ car sat idling as Beverley fidgeted in the back seat.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…!” She bolted out, racing for the bushes as Kristen chuckled.
“I did tell her to go two hours back, didn’t I?” Tammin muttered from the front.
“Maybe she wanted to time it,” Victoria suggested. “Can’t say I blame her.”
“Neither can I,” Kristen added.
The bushes that Beverley Mitchell was watering were located on the verges of Rhona Mitra’s place, so if she couldn’t actually piss on her (whether or not she was on fire) this was the next best thing. And now they knew Rosie was tied to Rhona if she was heading back and forth from Rhonaland.
A relieved Beverley headed back to the car. “I think I might have gotten a little on my seat,” she said as she headed to the driver’s door. “I’ll take us back to base – B.J., go sit in the back.”
“Why does she have to go?” asked Victoria. “And why do you have to keep treating Tammin like shit anyway?”
“B.J., go sit in the back,” Beverley told the agent very calmly. It wouldn’t do for her to yell at a witness. Not at this point, anyway.
“No, I’LL go-“ Victoria started.
“It’s all right,” Tammin told her resignedly as she got out. “I’m used to it.”
“And once we’ve signed in with Director Biel maybe I should join you and Victoria,” Beverley continued. “Two agents with her are better than one.”
As Kristen started to call Jessica to let her know what had happened, Tammin had no choice but to agree.
* * * * * * * * * *
Megan Fox counted her blessing.

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Not blessings plural, blessing – she was no longer hanging from the roof, but was finally lying on a bed. Her arms were ultra-relieved they had a chance to stay at their regular length again, even if the air conditioning still hadn’t been turned on. She’d even managed something she’d so far been denied in Gideon’s Crossing… a good night’s sleep; it had come to something when Megan was relieved to not have hot women pawing her.
But she still wasn’t relaxed – she could only think about what had happened yesterday. Even if she could escape she wasn’t kidding herself she could possibly get word to the gang before Rhona could send a bunch of her cronies to the hideout. And what about Emma? Megan knew they’d see to it that her fellow captive found out who’d sold them out, and Emma would spend her dying breaths cursing her out.
The door opened, and in came a real anomaly – a lady with bouncy natural tits which Megan didn’t want to suck. It wasn’t just that the lady was armed, it was that Lindsay Lohan’s face was showing the effects of a rough life, and Megan was the kind of woman who couldn’t overlook something like that. Even if Lindsay was coming close to smiling.
“Go and get washed up, Meggie,” said Lindsay. “There’s a surprise for you.”
“Do you have to have that thing out?” asked Megan, looking at the gun Lindsay had on her.
“We’re not all as trusting as Hannah Davis,” the captor replied with a little sneer. “Now go.”
Megan pointedly did not start to undress as she headed for the shower; Lindsay was not about to get a free show this morning if she had anything to say about it.
Lindsay’s gun cocked; that DID have something to say about it. Resignedly Megan started to undress as Lindsay sat back.
“I might not be able to touch,” Lindsay said contentedly, “but I can still watch.”
* * * * * * * * * *

Shivering and trying hard not to cough, Emma walked down the hall with Michelle Ryan by her side. Even though she was feeling better, Emma had a sneaky suspicion she was going to feel a lot worse before long; it didn’t help that Michelle was keeping her distance while still covering her with her gun (“I don’t want to catch what you’ve got, she’d smirked).
“So what’s the surprise?” Emma asked.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Michelle replied as they passed a door on the left. “Great timing for that question – we’re here.”
“The gym,” Emma said, studying the door. “Does this body look fat to you?”
“I like my girls with a bit more bounce,” Miss Ryan sneered. “Now go build your tits up so I can grab something next time. I’ll wait.”

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Figuring that she’d at least get away from Michelle – who among her other flaws had appalling breath – Emma pushed open the door to go into the gym; maybe she could get some stuff done on the treadmill, because she didn’t feel up for any weights.
The second the door shut behind her, Emma could see that was out of the question – Roselyn Sanchez and Olivia Wilde were using the weights, Blake Lively and Shay Mitchell were on the treadmill, and Hayden Panettiere was rapidly filling her line of vision as she ran towards her, her face lit up.
“EMMA!!!” Hayden’s shout of joy snapped the others out of their exercise, the others rapidly going over to meet up with their comrade; Shay in particular actually looked happy for the first time that day. The slim safecracker was soon being buried under cheerful females, everyone asking if she was all right like it was a family reunion.
“Hey, guys, gimme some air!” she laughed. “Just glad you’re OK...” It took a little effort to keep from adding “so far.”
“We’d have done this anyway,” Roselyn smiled. “If it had been anyone other than you or Megan we were gonna jump them.”
“Not a smart idea,” Emma said ruefully, hugging Shay. “Everyone in this place has a gun, it looks like. Anyway, how are you all holding up?”
“We’re pissed, thank you very much,” said Olivia, wincing a little – her leg was still a bit troublesome. “War wounds aside, we wanna find out who tracked us down and… well, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. But it wasn’t her fault,” Emma replied, her mood dampening at the mention. “Megan held out as long as she could…”
“Megan?” Blake repeated. “But I was figuring that it was…” She hesitated, biting her lip.
“ME?” Emma snapped, glaring at her. “Trust me, Rhona could have come after me till the end of time and I’d have never said anything. You think I’d want to help the cunt who killed my dad?! You want to take getting caught out on someone, don’t do it on Megan.”
“No. Do it on Megan.”
Megan had come into the room while Emma was mouthing off, taken there and dropped off by Lindsay. She looked at the group mournfully, while the others gave her looks that mixed relief and concern.
“C’mon, take me,” she said quietly. “I deserve it.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Kate Mara did not like The Big Bang Theory, or anything that reminded her of The Big Bang Theory. Having to walk up several flights of stairs thanks to the elevator being out of order landed right in that category; the fact that it was in the name of interviews made zero difference.
“Yay for technology!” Troian Bellisario said alongside her, carrying the camera equipment. Gemma Arterton might have inconsiderately chosen to take an apartment on the top floor of an eleven-floor building, but at least Troian wasn’t struggling with her stuff. Much.

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“I guess we could use the exercise,” Kate mused as the two emerged from the stairwell and headed for apartment 1104. “Sorry about the party again.”
“It’s not your fault,” Troian assured her, successfully hiding her annoyance as Kate knocked on the door. She would owe Navi a whole ton when this was all over, and she just hoped it would end the right way… if it didn’t Navi would never forgive her, and neither would Troian herself.
A few moments later, Kate and Troian forgot their long journey up the stairs as the door opened; a casually-dressed young woman with brown hair and a look of anticipation on her face.
“Sorry about the lift,” Gemma said ruefully. “It was supposed to be fixed today… welcome to my humble abode.”
“Nicer than my place,” Troian observed as she and Kate entered the neatly furnished apartment, which looked suspiciously camera-ready – but then she was used to even the biggest slobs suddenly finding the strength to make their surroundings presentable if they were going to be on TV.
“Would you like something to drink before we start?” asked Gemma. “Whoever isn’t driving can have something strong…”
“That would be great, but we’re not allowed to drink on duty,” Kate said regretfully. “Ever since the Sofia Vergara incident they don’t want to risk anyone going on camera three sheets to the wind.”
“Oh, I remember that,” Gemma laughed as Troian set the equipment up. “I don’t know why she didn’t get fired.”
“She gives the audience two things they love – sports news and a huge rack, duh,” Troian pointed out as the reporter and the guard settled down on the sofa. “Just got to check the lighting here... where does your friend want to sit?”
“Next to her,” said Jessica Alba quietly.
Jessica didn’t like to call in sick, but with Gemma having rearranged her holidays to take today off for interview purposes, and since there was no way she’d talk to this reporter without Gemma to give her support, she’d had no choice. She didn’t even want close ups of her lips on screen (Jessica had had more than her share of sex not only with prisoners but with guards, including more than a few who were Team Blanchett – she was terrified someone would recognise her just from that).
“Your face’ll be out of camera range, don’t worry,” Kate assured her. “And we’ll change your voice; they won’t know it’s you.”
“It’ll be fine,” Gemma added. “We’re in this together.”
“Sorry I’m not as brave as you,” Jessica said, twisting her hands as she sat a few feet from the sofa.
“It’s Winslet who needs to be sorry,” Gemma replied.
Troian nodded, pushing the party she’d be missing from her mind as she finished setting up. “All right, ladies… anytime you’re ready.”