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"You know, I had a feeling this was going to happen sooner or later," Ashley said calmly. She brought up a hand fast, faster than Troian had expected, and slammed her across the face. Ashley was bringing the other hand up when Troian clutched both of them, wrenching them back towards the blonde. Struggling against the grip, the two women tumbled off the sofa, with Troian pinning Ashley before she could struggle away.
"You on top of me? Must be living your fantasy," Ashley sneered, scratching out at Troian and leaving a couple of red lines on the side of her neck. An instant later, she howled as the brunette punched her directly on the mouth.
"I am NOW!" Troian shouted, and punched her again before Ashley's hands grabbed her hair and yanked back hard. The force got Troian to loosen her stance a second, and Ashley scuttled back, clamped her legs around the brunette's waist and brought her down with a crash. Troian grabbed something off the table by the sofa, as Ashley dived in.
"Oh, HELL no!" Ashley roared as Troian hit the blonde around the head with the solid silver ashtray. If she'd hit her hard enough to knock her out, that would have been it; but it was enough to leave her stunned as Troian clouted her again, harder this time.
"That's for calling Hayden a gnome, you inbred air-thief!"
Shaking her head to clear it, Ashley saw Troian about to hit her with that tray again. She thrashed out, and grabbed the brunette and pulled - ripping off her shirt. Her other hand got a hold of the one with the ashtray and Ashley slammed into Troian, sending her onto the floor with the blonde on top this time. Ashley punched Troian in the stomach before the brunette lunged upwards and managed to thrown her off, sending her tumbling over the table.
"You're paying for all of this, muffdiver!" Ashley spat as she got up to face her opponent.
"Make me!"
Their fists went for each other, Ashley connecting on Troian's jaw and Troian slamming on Ashley's chest. Another round of blows had Troian clutching Ashley's top and throwing her aside; the blonde's shirt remained in the brunette's hand as Ashley crashed into the wall. It didn't escape Troian's notice that neither of them was wearing a bra; shame such nice tits had to be attached to such a fucking waste of space.
Ashley ran into Troian, hitting her hard and sending the two flying across the room, Troian pummeling Ashley before both smashed into the CD cabinet; discs of music cascaded onto the two as Troian scratched and tried to bite her opponent, secretly hoping some of the falling discs might come out of their cases and cut her.
Ashley dug her fingernails into one of Troian's exposed breasts, and LOVED the scream that ensued. Troian grabbed one of Ashley's legs and jerked it out from under her, and kicked her as she went down; years of playing soccer in school paid off as she watched the blonde tumble over, and she stamped a foot on Ashley's ass as she wrapped an arm around her neck and shoulders; the blonde reached behind her, clutched Troian's crotch and an arm, and flung her over her head. She crashed onto the floor and this time wasn't able to get out of the way of the blonde leaping onto her, teeth bared and hands clawing.

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Tearing at each other's clothes and spitting curses, the two thrashed at each other through the room, bumping against the walls and sending nicknacks to the floor as they got to the swing doors in front of the kitchen. Troian kicked Ashley through the doors and grabbed one of the pair, slamming it against her face before she could come back. She leaped into the kitchen, receiving a foot in her stomach which sent her flying back, but that didn't keep her from running at Ashley as the blonde got up, arriving just in time to take a blow to the jaw that sent her plunging, nearly hitting the side of the sink.
Ashley clutched the rim of Troian's pants and pulled hard - the brunette howled as the fabric ripped, taking her panties with them. "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM HAYDEN, YOU DAMN--" and what Troian was going to say was forgotten when she felt a crack across her exposed cheeks, making her yelp. Troian struggled to get out from under Ashley's harder than expected hand pummels, but Ashley was kneeling on her back.
"What's wrong, dyke?!" she sneered as she ran her eyes along the cabinet. "I thought you loved stuff like this..."
Yep, there it was. The perfect thing. Several perfect things, in fact.
"I hear your girlfriend likes tattoos," she continued, reaching for a knife with the other. "How about I give you one? Just to make sure you NEVER forget who you're fucking with."
"Forget it, blondie - I read that Stephen King book as well..."
Putting all her strength into it, Troian shoved herself up and hurled Ashley off her, reaching for her dress and hitting her in the small of the back as she did. She couldn't keep from noting Ashley's thong-wearing ass as the dress was pulled off, letting an appreciative smile flit across her face. The smile disappeared just before Ashley spun around and punched her in it as Troian wrapped her hands around her throat, shaking her head.
Ashley jabbed two fingers into Troian's cunt, driving a thumbnail into the area just above the slit. The brunette grunted, shoving the blonde into the doors of the cupboard under the sink and getting her to let go, but Ashley twisted one of Troian's arms enough for her to relinquish her grip in turn; immediately she went for her, biting her left breast. The enraged brunette pummelled Ashley, reaching for her thong and ripping it off and wrapping it around her throat, pulling it taut.
Gagging and clawing at it, Ashley staggered to her feet as Troian held on tight, refusing to be shaken off. The two were carried backwards across the kitchen, hitting the window sill. Both were hurtled over the edge and through the window, falling to the grass outside amidst pieces of glass - Ashley felt Troian's grip loosen as they fell, and rolled away from her, cutting her hand on a shard but using the bleeding hand to pull off the thong. The two bruised and naked enemies clutched each other, Troian scratching every part of Ashley she could get to.
Ashley gripped Troian's arm and waist and managed to heave her over her head, dropping her to the ground by the swimming pool - Troian faced it as she landed. Before she could get up, Ashley kicked her in the side, sending her tumbling into the water as the blonde dived in after her. Troian surfaced in time to see Ashley reaching her arms towards her, but she managed to get her hands ready first.

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"NOT HAPPENING!" she snarled, shoving Ashley under the surface. The blonde kicked and struggled, churning the waters with her fighting, but Troian was not about to let her up until she was ready. After thirty seconds, she pulled the sodden blonde up and watched her gasp for air.
"Give up?"
Ashley continued gulping.
"You give--"
Ashley grabbed Troian and shoved her under the surface. Hard. Hard enough to hit her head against the side of the pool... and Troian went limp, with the chlorine water suddenly getting a little crimson tinge. Not much of one - she hadn't hit her head THAT hard - but enough.
Watching the floating, moaning brunette, Ashley smiled. Then she took the girl's body in her arms and started to pull her out. Leaving Troian to drown in the pool and then dump her body in the Pacific would have been the easiest thing to do if she hadn't looked like she'd just made an Asian action pic (also, the whole "oceans aren't made of chlorine" thing would get questions asked at the autopsy); counting her lucky stars that no one had seen their little fight, Ashley carried Troian out of the pool and brought her inside.
One of the perks of working for Rhona was that she knew people who could get this place looking as if nothing had happened in next to no time; dumping the girl on her sofa, Ashley glanced at her and nodded before going upstairs. She had to make a couple of phone calls to get the people around. And get some clothes on.
As soon as she was gone, Troian opened her eyes.
For the second time that day she started to move gingerly. But this time she also tried to move as fast as she dared; she didn't know how long she'd have to get out...
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Twenty minutes later, a cleaned and changed Ashley skipped down the stairs. All was going along, as it were, swimmingly. Rhona's people would be along in an hour and they had assured her that making Troian disappear would be the easiest thing in the world. Especially with the friends they had in high places. And when they were done, Miss Benson would start thinking about having a couple of gentleman friends over...
Ashley stopped dead at the foot of the stairs, her face a picture of "Huh?"
It WAS the easiest thing in the world. Troian Bellisario wasn't there.
Troian Bellisario was, however, dressed in her torn clothes and unconscious on the pavement a few doors away from Ashley's house, her phone clutched in her hand. Gathering her clothes and fighting her wooziness, she had managed to send out two messages - one to 911 for an ambulance telling her where she'd likely be, and the other to Hayden:
"Ashley nearly killed me. In it with some Rhona Mitra bitch. Call me when you get this. Sorry I called you Mushroom. T."
She'd collapsed just after sending it, praying that Hayden would see it. And that she'd be able to see Hayden...

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“So, who you sleeping with tonight, Leggy?” Emma asked as Shay exited the bathroom in a clingy towel, her hair wet from her shower.
“Huh?” Shay asked.
“Only three free beds with the hostages taking up the one in the other room. Gotta share with someone.”
“Are you offering?” Shay asked the teenager.
“Better you than Jaime,” Emma snorted.
“Jaime probably gets the couch,” Grace said, sliding past the two girls.
“No, Blake already called it,” Emma said. “Funny, she didn’t seem to want to spend the night with me.”
“You poor thing,” Shay said, mock sympathy in her voice. “Couldn’t spend the night canoodling the leggy blonde.”
“I know,” Emma said, matching Shay’s tone. “My only hope now is to shack up with a leggy brunette.”
Shay made a show of looking down at her legs poking out from beneath her towel. “Are those legs enough for you, or do you want to see if Roselyn can do better?”
“Oooh,” Emma said with a giggle. “Roselyn’s got some nice stems on her. Wouldn’t mind running my tongue up her thighs.”
“Oh, you,” Shay said, batting Emma’s arm and pushing past her. She walked into the main room, looking over her shoulder at Emma with a twinkle in her eye and looked like she was about to say something when the door outside opened up and Megan Fox pushed a lingerie clad Lucy Hale inside.
“What on earth?” Roselyn asked, coming out into the room. All eyes were on young Lucy, clad in black lace with black heels.
“It was the only thing we could find that fit,” Megan said.
“Oh, that’s kinda cute,” Blake said, eyeing the lingerie. “Any more like that down there?”
“Not that I could see - place is really kind of picked over,” Megan said, guiding Lucy into the room where they were keeping the other hostages. As soon as Megan closed the door behind her, Emma poked Roselyn in the ribs.
“They totally banged down there,” Emma said.

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“So, who’s sleeping with who tonight?” Emma said. “And where?”
“I gotta sleep out here,” Grace said. “Mind the computers and whatnot.” She looked over at Emma. “Care to let me have a close-up of that scar of yours?”
“Oh no,” Shay said quickly. “Emma’s bedding with me, and that’s final.”
“Shoot,” Grace said, still smiling seductively at Emma. Before Emma could say anything, Megan exited the room where the hostages were tied up.
“They all secure,” Megan said. “Redhead’s asleep, but the blonde’s still upset.”
“Let her be,” Roselyn said. “We’re discussing the sleeping arrangements for the night, Megan. Any preferences?”
“Not with Jaime,” Megan said, almost too quickly.
“Fine, you can bed with me then,” Roselyn said. “Just don’t hog the covers.”
“Right back at you, boss,” Megan said.
“I guess that leaves me with Jaime out here,” Grace said with a sigh. “You two sure you don’t want to share me for the night?” Grace asked Shay and Emma.
“I’d like to actually get SOME sleep tonight,” Shay said, pulling her towel around her a bit tighter before walking towards the bedroom.
“Your loss,” Grace called after her.
“Yours, too, Gracie,” Shay said as she reached the doorway, pausing with her back to the others just long enough to drop the towel around her to the floor, giving everyone a nice long look at her naked ass before disappearing around the corner.
“I’m suddenly very tired,” Emma said, following Shay. “See you all in the morning!”
The others traded knowing looks as the teenager followed her naked friend into the bedroom. Then suddenly Megan frowned. “Damn it, we’re going to have to listen to them all night, aren’t we?”
“You wanna sleep out here with Jaime and her strap-on instead?” Roselyn asked.
“No,” Megan admitted. “But if they keep me up too much, I might just go sleep in the van.”
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Shay was just sliding into the bed, still nude, when Emma raced into the room like an eager little puppy. “My my, someone’s eager,” Shay noted, seeing the way Emma hurried over to her bag,

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shedding her shirt as she went. “You know you really shouldn’t increase your pulse like that just before bed time, it’ll keep you awake all night.”
“Oh, I was hoping something else would keep me up all night,” Emma said, not even looking over her shoulder as she slid out of her pants and thong, giving Shay a nice look at the tiny scar on her butt cheek.
“I hope you’re speaking of a good book then,” Shay said airily. “Because I’m certainly not THAT easy.”
“You were the other day,” Emma pointed out.
“Oh, that was mean,” Shay said, stung.
“But not untrue,” Emma replied, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
“I guess not,” Shay said, smiling to herself. “So, are you going to come over here and increase my pulse before bed or am I going to have to go over there and get you?”
“Just give me a moment,” Emma said, rummaging through her bag. “Gotta get my PJs.”
“Your PJs?” Shay asked.
“Yeah, my pajamas.”
“I know what PJs are,” Shay said. “I’m just surprised you have any.”
“Of course I do,” Emma said. “Gotta sleep in something.”
“You crack safes naked, but you need clothes to sleep in?”
“To sleep?” Emma said, pulling out a wad of fabric. “Hell no. Can’t sleep feeling constricted like that - and wearing clothes under sheets is way too hot.”
“But-”
“I wear PJs to bed when I’ve got someone who I’ll want to take them off me,” Emma said, throwing a blue-green lace slip on over her head before turning around to finally face Shay.
Shay approved at once. Emma’s slip barely extended past her crotch, and clung to her teenaged tits like a second skin once she settled the fabric over them, but flared out from just under her breasts out hiding the curves Shay knew the younger girl had. It had the very alluring effect of making Emma look even younger than she already did.
“So?” Emma asked, making her voice a smidge huskier. “Am I getting your pulse up yet?”
“Oh, hell yes,” Shay said, sitting up in the bed - ignoring the sheets falling off her naked breasts - and reached for her new friend. Emma let Shay take her hands and pull her onto the bed, where their lips met in a hot kiss.
“Oh, geeze, you two don’t waste any time at all, do you?”

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Shay blinked and glanced around Emma, surprised to see Megan Fox standing in the doorway, arms crossed under her ample cleavage. Roselyn was right behind her.
“What’s wrong?” Shay asked.
“Nothing,” Roselyn said. “Except we left the other room because Jaime wasn’t willing to wait before getting to bed with Grace.”
“And you had to leave because Jaime needed a nap?” Emma asked crossly.
“No, we had to leave because if we didn’t, Jaime was going to fuck our asses with her strap-on,” Megan said sourly.
Right on cue, Grace could be heard crying out in pain from behind them. “Oww! Slow down!”
“Fuck that, Wong Tong Hottie!” Jaime called after her. “You wanna share my bed, you gotta give me some hot Asian ass!”
Roselyn shut the door behind her before they could hear anymore.
“I don’t blame you,” Shay muttered, cringing in sympathy for Grace’s ass.
“Geeze, didn’t Jaime get, like, two of the hostages already?”
“I’ve worked with Jaime before,” Roselyn said. “Trust me, when she’s in the mood, she’ll take as many people as she wants, boys or girls.”
“And there’s only girls here, so that who she’s taking,” Megan said.
“What about Blake?” Shay asked.
“I think she slipped outside onto the steps until the screaming fades,” Megan said.
“Yeah, she didn’t want to come in here with you, Emma,” Roselyn said with a small frown as an apology.
“So, what, we’re all stuck together until Jaime’s had her full?” Emma asked. “Gosh, whatever will we do to pass the time?” she added, groping one of Shay’s naked tits in the process.
“Not THAT,” Shay protested.
“Why not?” Emma asked. “You were all hot to trot a second ago!”
“That was before we had… visitors,” Shay said, looking at Megan and Roselyn.
“Let ‘em watch,” Emma said, tweaking one of Shay’s nipples. “I don’t mind an audience every now and then.” She glanced over her shoulder at Megan and Roselyn. “Unless they want to join in.”
“Oh no, I’m beat. I’m going to bed,” Megan said.
“What, that little brunette you took downstairs too much pussy for you?” Emma teased.

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“No, she was just enough, thank-you-very-much,” Megan replied, matter of factly, heading towards the other bed.
“Fine, suit yourself,” Emma said. “What about you, Boss Lady? Wanna ménage à trois with Shay and I?”
“I’m in a committed relationship,” Roselyn said, though Shay noticed her eyes were lingering about Shay’s chest rather than Emma’s face.
“Never bothered me before, Boss.”
“No, I think I’ll just go to bed, too,” Roselyn said.
“Do you mind if I keep at Shay here? I’m still rather turned on, and she IS all naked and wet-.”
“Emma!” Shay said, surprised.
“What, you’re wet,” Emma said, and to prove it, she crammed a pair of fingers deep into Shay’s pussy, then pulled them up to Shay’s face to show her.
Both Megan and Roselyn had stopped what they were doing when Emma did that, and had their eyes locked on Emma’s hand now.
“Told you,” the teenager said.
“Oh, I can NOT be watching you two go at it all night,” Megan said.
“Offer to join is still there,” Emma said, sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking Shay’s juices off them.
“Here, we’ll use this,” Roselyn said. She walked over to the far side of the room, where she found a fold-out privacy screen. It was coated in dust, and had once been a rather alarming shade of pink that made Emma think it must have come from the Victoria’s Secret downstairs. Roselyn manhandled it over to between the two beds, where she unfolded it, blocking the line of sight between them.
“You’re still going to hear us,” Emma pointed out.
“Not if you’re quiet,” Roselyn said, with JUST enough warning in her tone.
“Besides, better you than Jaime and Grace,” Megan added, shucking off her leather top before walking behind the privacy screen.
“Try and get some sleep tonight,” Roselyn added before joining Megan. “If Rhona doesn’t show up by morning, we’re all going to be busy getting the hell out of here.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks for the reminder, Mom. Can I go back to fucking my girlfriend now?” Emma asked.
“Girlfriend?” Shay asked, surprised. Emma ignored her question and dropped her mouth onto Shay’s left breast. Shay felt herself swoon a little - Emma was quite talented when it came to stuff like this,

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as Shay well knew. For a moment, Shay just enjoyed the sensation of Emma’s mouth upon her tit, but all too soon, Emma needed to come up for air, and it was clear from her expression that she wanted to get a move on.
“I think you owe me a little fun with my vibrator,” Emma said, rolling off the bed to grab her bag. Shay smiled. Last time, Emma had taken Shay’s anal cherry with her little vibrator, and made Shay promise to return the favor when the time came. Clearly, Emma thought that time had come.
“Fine, okay,” Shay said. “But you have to leave your PJs on.”
“What? Why?” Emma asked.
“Because I think it’ll be kinkier if I take your ass while you’re still dressed.” Shay glanced down at Emma’s barely covered body. “Or, well, close to dressed, anyway.”
“Shay Mitchell, you DO have a dirty mind in there after all,” Emma said, pulling out the vibrator.
“Too much time spent with you, no doubt,” Shay remarked.
“I love it when I rub one off on a girl,” Emma said, handing the vibe to Shay.
“I think you mean ‘rub off’ on a girl.”
“No,” Emma corrected. “I mean I love getting myself off on another girl, but if you’re turning into a dirty little slut like me, I won’t complain.”
Shay almost laughed, but there was a not-too-subtle cough from the other side of the room divider, and Shay remembered that there were two other people trying to sleep nearby.
“Guess we’re being too loud,” Emma whispered as she got on the bed on all fours.
“Then maybe you better bite this pillow,” Shay whispered with a wicked grin, pushing Emma’s head down firmly, but gently, until her rear hung up in the air alone, bare pussy and asshole exposed to the world. “Because I’m about to make you scream.”
Emma believed her. At once, Shay turned the vibrator on to it’s lowest setting, and started running the gently shaking device against the outer lips of Emma’s pretty pink pussy. Emma cooed at once, enjoying the sensation, but wondered how long Shay was going to tease her like this before taking her ass with Emma’s own vibrator.
Almost before the thought was through Emma’s brain, however, Shay began gently pushing the vibrator into Emma’s slit, surprising both girls with how easily it slid in amid Emma’s juices. Emma found herself moaning into the pillow her face was pressed against, but quickly tried to stop - she didn’t really want to both Roselyn and Megan if they didn’t want to participate. But already Shay was making Emma feel so good that keeping quiet was going to be a challenge.
Shay worked the vibrator in and out of Emma repeatedly for several minutes, working Emma towards a good, solid climax before suddenly pulling the pulsating device out of Emma’s pussy without warning. Emma gasped into the pillow, missing the sensation instantly, but a moment later it returned, though this time pressed against her back door.

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“Are you sure?” Shay whispered in Emma’s ear, keeping the very tip of the dildo nestled against Emma’s asshole. Emma nodded her head as best she could while keeping her mouth blocked with the pillow, then nearly cried out again when Shay started to ease the vibrator into Emma’s ass.
Emma Roberts was no anal virgin. She’d had all sorts of dildos and even a real cock up there once or twice. That said, every time something first penetrated her ass, the sensation nearly overwhelmed her. That brief moment, when everything felt too big to get inside her, drove her wild in more ways than one. This time was no different, and Shay’s hesitation with how hard and how fast to push the dildo only made the moment stretch out longer.
Then, suddenly, Shay was in past the ring of Emma’s ass, and the pleasure went from the scary first moments to pure pleasure. Oh yes, Emma Roberts did so love getting her ass fucked.
Shay found herself enjoying it, too. Somehow, ramming this vibrating rod into Emma’s backside seemed so sexy, so powerful, so liberating. Usually, Shay was the one getting fucked by other girls, but this was fun, being in charge. She ran her free hand through Emma’s hair a bit as she pressed the dildo deeper into the teenager’s ass, and marveled at the sight of Emma’s body shaking in delight.
Shay had to be careful, though. She herself was getting hot, and she found herself licking her lips repeatedly. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was certain her pussy was dripping as much as Emma’s was. She knew she was almost as likely to start moaning as Emma was at this moment.
Not that she’d be doing this that much longer. Judging from the way Emma’s toes were curling up and her hands were gripping the pillow, the youngest robber was about to reach the promised  land.
Shay didn’t make her wait. Instead, she twisted the hand she was using to drive the vibrator into Emma’s ass enough so that when it was as far in as Emma could send it without losing it, Shay could touch Emma’s pussy with her pinkie finger.
Emma exploded, crying out into the pillow her face was in as orgasmic bliss washed over her young body. Shay quickly grabbed Emma’s hair and pushed the girl’s head deeper into the pillows, muffling her cries a bit more, but it was too late.
“I thought we told you to be quiet,” Megan’s voice wafted over the divider.
“Sorry, sorry,” Shay said quietly, meaning it.
“No you’re not,” Emma whispered.
“I didn’t want to wake them up,” Shay said, letting Emma up and handing the freshly turned-off vibrator to the younger girl.
“Fuck them, they don’t like it, they can plug their ears,” Emma said, reaching down and finally pulling the blue-green slip up over her head and chucking it towards the room divider - the lace fabric landed quietly over the top of it harmlessly. Not so harmless was Emma’s newly naked body, which she quickly pressed against Shay’s, kissing Shay so hard that the taller, darker-haired girl fell back onto the mattress, nearly hitting her skull upon the frame at the foot of the bed. Neither girl noticed.

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Shay tried to break the kiss to ask what Emma was doing, but Emma wouldn’t let her. Indeed, she took each of Shay’s wrists in her hands and forced them under Shay’s back, using the combined weight  of the two women to pin them in place there. With Shay stuck like that, Emma moved so that she was scissoring her new lover, and quickly started thrusting her crotch against Shay’s.
At once, Shay realized what Emma was doing, and moaned into the other girl’s mouth, loving the sensation. Emma kept their mouths locked, her tongue darting into Shay’s to help keep the older woman from making too much noise. Shay might have appreciated the support if she’d been able to think about anything other than the supremely erotic sensation of Emma’s pussy rubbing against her own.
Shay didn’t last long - to be fair, what she’d done to Emma’s ass already had her primed to go, and hanging out with all the sexy ladies in this bunch had kept her a little aroused all day anyway. And she needed the release, and Emma was so sexy and so good with her hands, and mouth, and even her pussy.
Shay came like a fire hydrant, exploding like crazy, losing control of her body as she shook all over, climax shattering her brain. Emma, to her credit, both held Shay down and kept humping with her crotch, keeping up the sensation long enough for Shay to enjoy until she finally collapsed, her body spent.
“That-that was amazing,” Shay whispered when she could finally speak again.
“Yeah, we totally need to do THAT again,” Emma said.
“Just please do it sometime tomorrow!” Roselyn’s voice came over the divider.
Emma and Shay traded looks and started to giggle.
They might have kept going, but the door to the room opened, and Blake slipped in.
“I’m just going to crash on the floor in here, if that’s alright,” Blake said. “I can’t stay out there with those two any more.” As if to emphasize her point, Jaime’s voice came hollering after her.
“Yeah, take that cock up your ass, Kung Pow Pussy! That’s what you get for taking the Hobbit before I could!”
“Fine,” Roselyn said. “Just close the door first, please.”
“And everyone SHUT UP and let me SLEEP!” Megan added.
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“This had better be urgent,” Rhona Mitra said flatly into her phone. “I’m in a very important meeting.”
Actually, Rhona was watching two young women on the bear rug in front of her kissing and fondling each other prior to all-out sex; but it WAS important. Bringing in English glamour models (and sometimes actual actresses) to pair with their American counterparts for her pleasure was expensive, and that was without ensuring they’d keep quiet. Plus, she liked to get off before she went to sleep.
“It’s crucial,” Ashley Benson assured her, twisting the ends of her hair with her non-phone-holding hand. “Troian managed to… to get away.”
“I see,” the boss replied, watching the busty English brunette bury her head between the nicely-blessed American blonde’s legs. “She must not have been as deceased as you thought.”
“I did the whole ‘Have you seen my friend? I think she’s hurt’ thing, and some kids told me Bellisario passed out at the bus stop after she called 911. Girl’s got the luck of the devil – the ambulance got there in like five minutes before I got there…”
“Even the devil can’t be lucky all the time, otherwise he’d never have been thrown out of Heaven. I see the Fellows of Bumbling Incompetence think your lovely friend may be involved… at least that’s going according to plan.”
Ashley was tempted to point out that Hayden Panettiere was not her friend, but she was under no illusions that Rhona would take kindly to correction.
“Miss Bellisario will not be a problem. Just stay the course, and it will take you to network news. This is, after all, why I came to you – I know an ambitious little slut when I see one.” Without waiting for a response, Rhona hung up.
“Airhead,” she said, and fixed her eyes on the young blonde and brunette.
“Cunt,” Ashley spat at the phone.
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The earliest indications of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the room Jaime Pressly and Grace Park shared. Jaime slept the sleep of a woman who had fucked to her heart’s content, but her face still looked a little grim, as if she was pissed off even in REM state.
Grace wasn’t sleeping at all. Part of it was that in addition to all the other things that kept her from being the ideal woman, Jaime snored; part of it was her sense of duty;  and part of it was another sense…  she had had it hard inside her back alley before, but Saline Tits had hit that long, hard and painfully. Really painfully. Like forcing a jackhammer up there painfully - she hadn’t been fucked that brutally in the behind since the last time she’d had it from a man. Actually, she remembered with a rueful chuckle, that was the LAST time she’d had it from a man… how Blake could be so fond of cock she didn’t know, but different strokes.
Glad that Jaime wasn’t holding an arm around her, the computer whiz rolled herself out of bed.  She had something to do that couldn’t wait – after today, if all went well they’d never see each other again. Which was why it had to be today…
She quietly opened the door of the room of choice, and smiled at what she saw and heard. Grace heard nothing but quiet breathing as Emma Roberts, Shay Mitchell and Blake Lively slept; no snoring here or from the other side of the divider. Blake was sleeping on the floor on her front, and Grace was disappointed but not surprised to see that she was the only one of the three actually wearing something; trust Blake to have brought along a nightdress.

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Grace really, REALLY wanted to lift it up and have a nice long look, but Blake’s beautiful body might have kept her occupied for too long. Fortunately, there were two other far more accessible ladies; Shay and Emma were asleep in each other’s arms, and it didn’t escape Grace’s notice that Shay’s rear was round enough that Emma was virtually squeezing it in her sleep.
Creeping over to the side Emma slept on, Grace knelt down by the mattress and ran her eyes down the pale, slumbering safecracker. She rested her gaze on the girl’s soft, gorgeous rump with that little two-inch scar on it, lightly moving her right index finger down the line.
“You did say I could lick it,” Grace said to herself, and rested her head against it. Lucky Emma, getting to sit on such a fabulous bottom… she turned around, her tongue extending to touch the base of the scar. Grace slowly ran the tip of her tongue over it; while she was no animal lover and she would have happily put down the mutt who dared to bite Emma’s booty, she’d have done it painlessly because it was such a sexy little imperfection. Prodding the flesh with her tongue, she licked it again and again – and her right hand’s fingers started to touch the non-scarred cheek. Emma’s ass was like silk and she loved it, but Grace had other things to do here.
Other things that could wait a bit.
She kissed Emma’s scar, and then the flesh above and below it as the safecracker turned in her sleep. Fortunately the position of her butt didn’t change enough to make it a problem; faced with Emma’s long cleft, Grace slid her tongue all the way along it. She was relieved it wasn’t Jaime – she knew from bitter experience (like last night) that Saline Tits wasn’t always the cleanest back there, but Miss Roberts… now SHE knew the meaning of the word “hygiene.” (Grace was willing to bet Blake Lively did as well – if only she dared to find out.) Grace would have loved to take a bite, but not too deep. Not yet.
Resting both her hands on the girl’s cheeks, Grace carefully stroked them as she kissed the cleft before she let a finger move along it and then inside. Glad she kept her nails short, Grace slowly pushed the finger down and sighed as the tip touched the hole at the bottom; there it was. She let her finger probe into Emma’s enclosed asshole, wriggling it slightly before bringing it back out.
Grace rested the lucky finger on her box as her tongue touched Emma’s cleft again, probing inside and moving as delicately as possible, going for Emma’s little entrance. Mmmm, and there it was…
Emma moaned in her sleep as Grace slid her tongue along the tiny little circle, licking slowly. She wished she had a tongue like a lizard – she never went as deep as she wanted, and Emma had one of the sweetest-tasting assholes she’d ever encountered. Honestly, if she had a cock she’d probably have come right there – just as well she didn’t. Grace enjoyed every square inch inside there as she sucked away, her fingers squeezing and pinching both of the girl’s buns. Emma moved around, still seeming to be asleep, as the hacker moved back and spread the girl’s ass.
Grace gazed on Emma’s open back door, feeling herself moistening, before dipping down again for seconds. The scar had been lovely, but it was the icing on the cake. And she loved cake, or should it be buns? Whatever… her mouth returned to Emma’s opening, dabbing and licking with more urgency this time, and munching so eagerly it was almost like the girl had an extra cunt. Her hands were rubbing and clutching the safecracker’s buttocks like they were a lifeline, and even though Grace wasn’t aware of it, her little finger was roaming along Emma’s scar as if she had its location in her subconscious.

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The hacker could feel Emma quivering in her sleep, little gasps interrupting her rhythm; if Grace had had a free hand she could have felt to see if the girl’s box was getting as damp as her own, but she was fine with not breaking off to find out because with each poke of her tongue deeper inside Emma she was getting closer to wishing that she could take up cracking safes instead… spend more time with Emma Roberts and get a chance to tap this more often…
Emma’s body shook inside Shay’s arms, sending vibrations through Grace as she left one final kiss before letting her go. She didn’t know how long she’d been eating out Miss Roberts’s behind, but she didn’t hurt so much now; Grace pulled herself up and moved herself along, pressing her steaming pussy onto the girl’s butt and sliding her crotch along it. Why did Jaime have to use Edgemont on her last night and insist on keeping it (“I gotta get me a new one ‘cause Dwarf Lois Lane ruined mine”)? Grace could have had so much more fun with Emma if she had her strap-on. Sighing over what could have been but happy with what was, the hacker gave Emma a last look.
“Thanks for the wake-up call…” the safecracker mumbled into Shay’s hair.
“No problem,” Grace whispered, seeing that Shay was somehow still asleep.  She cast her eyes on the divider, and immediately put the idea of extending the alarm out of her mind; she had to get back into her own bed, just in case Jaime woke up and wanted to get frisky again.
Grace looked down at Blake, also still asleep. She was wearing a nightdress that ended just above her knees, and it wasn’t exactly clingy. As a glint of fun entered her eyes, she knelt down and gently took the hem of Blake’s nightdress; no sense in letting an opportunity to see Blake Lively’s long bare thighs and dethonged ass, and if she peered close maybe even a bit of her pussy, go to waste…
“Grace, if you lift that up I will fucking end you,” Blake muttered without turning her head.
Simultaneously impressed and flustered, the hacker dropped the hem and let herself out.
* * * * * * * * *
Unlike Lucy or Hayden, JoAnna had yet to get any kind of action since this whole nightmare had started; as a result, she was the only one of the three who was still tied up when she fell asleep. But in her head, it was over and she was free, safe at home with Jason.
The two were in the shower, JoAnna lathering up her man and enjoying his hands soaping up her perky little breasts. As the water cascaded over their bodies, she told herself not to rush down to his cock; it was the weekend, and they had all the time in the world. But really, the textures of his body under her fingers and the soapy foam were making it really hard to resist…
Jason was finding it even harder, judging from his suddenly inclining his head down and giving one of JoAnna’s nipples a little taste.
“You know how it goes, at least TRY to do what we’re here for…”

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“What do you think I’m doing, baby?” Jason laughed.
“Be nice, or *this* doesn’t get the deep-clean treatment,” JoAnna giggled, dropping a hand between Jason’s legs and running a finger along his cock before bringing it back up and continuing to soap his taut, muscled body. She was really looking forward to cleaning those hard to reach places in particular; she peered over to take a look as the bar of soap traversed down his back. His smooth, hairless back…
Wait a minute. Jason did like to take care of himself but he wasn’t such a priss that he went in for all-over dilapidation – there should have been some fuzz back there, at least. And why was his ass suddenly decidedly rounder… almost female-looking?
And his body was feeling softer. It smelt nicer too, she had to admit, and it wasn’t just because of the setting.  JoAnna’s hands weren’t detecting any kind of muscles, but as she moved them down his sides they started to curve inwards, following the contours of his body. Okay, now this was just weird…
JoAnna moved her head back, and found herself face to face with a pair of full, high, extremely well-formed breasts with dark hair arrayed on either side. They were beautiful. “And those are NOT man-boobs,” she said aloud.
“I should hope not,” Shay Mitchell replied, her soap-covered hands stroking JoAnna’s shoulders. “Now isn’t this better than Jason?”
“Well, he does have a nice… thing,” JoAnna admitted. “And he isn’t bad at giving head.”
“But can you get this from him?”
Shay gently pressed her palms on JoAnna’s shoulders, and the redhead knelt/let herself sink to the tiles, her eyes glued to the coffee-coloured teller until they were gazing right on Shay’s box. It was like she was in one of the movies she and Jason liked to watch sometimes very late at night; breastplay was as far as she’d ever gotten until now.
“I hear it tastes like sushi,” she said a little nervously.
“Only one way to find out,” Shay replied, smiling kindly down on her.
“Umm…” JoAnna couldn’t believe she was asking this. “Is it okay if I touch your butt while I’m… you know…”
“All you had to do was ask. And you didn’t even have to do that.”
Closing her eyes and touching Shay’s soft, perfect rump, JoAnna dipped her tongue into Miss Mitchell’s snatch as the water flow increased, rushing over each of them louder as she flicked and tasted. It didn’t taste like sushi; it was like… oh boy, she didn’t know what Shay tasted like, but she wanted more of it. A lot more. It was sweet and tangy, better than any cock she had ever sucked. Ever.  Her hands stroking Shay’s ass as if it was a shrine, JoAnna pressed her head harder against the soaking girl’s pussy and moved her tongue deeper as the sound of the shower, and of singing, grew ever louder…