The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“OOOOHHHHH!!! OHHHHYESS KID!!! LETME HAVE ITDAMMIT!!! GIVEITNOWWW!!!” she screamed, bouncing on the bicycle seat as she held Steve, coming incredibly close to actually making sounds. Each time he pumped her, Blake sparked inside; the guy must have had lots of practice.
Blake thrust her jugs against Steve’s chest, rhythmically jerking them up and down; she couldn’t see his face but she was betting it was glowing.  She ground herself into him as he thrust away, her cries building up as she tried not to think about how she wouldn’t feel all that sweet teenage jizz rushing into her… damn condoms.
There was a consolation prize – Blake didn’t know she was the last of the women to come.
* * * * * * * * * *
In their rooms, the ladies lay or slumped there, completely spent.
“That was fun…” Emma sighed.
“Fun for you, work for me,” Elizabeth said, stroking Emma’s head.
“Work…?”
“Rhona’s orders,” Elizabeth said apologetically. “Keep you busy enough till you’re worn out, then the next shift comes in while you’re recovering. And we know those of you who can still kind of move aren’t going to leave the others.”
* * * * * * * * * *
“But if you do manage to escape, I promise you’ll all get to play with my behind,” Emily said. “And Elena’s.”
“You planning to help us?” Olivia asked.
“Do I look like I’m stupid?” Emily smiled, and wiggled her way out unable to see Olivia’s upraised middle finger.
* * * * * * * * * *
“By the way,” Eliza said as she finished dressing, “the thing about sleeping with a guy and not getting killed? That only applied if it was one of the others… not Blake.”
She kissed Roselyn one last time. “Too bad he likes blondes, huh?”
As Eliza left, Roselyn figured Rhona would have pulled something like that.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Well, I guess it beats a pumpkin,” JoAnna mused as Navi drove the ambulance towards Gideon’s Crossing. “How are you doing back there, Jessica?”
“The same way I am the last time you asked,” Jessica answered, balancing the laptop on her lap. “And thanks for not hitting any bumps in the last ten minutes…”

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“You turn down one bit of head and they get all snotty,” Navi said under her breath as she willed herself to get to the lights before they turned red… dammit, too late. Both JoAnna and Jessica had suggested she put the lights and sirens on as an excuse to go faster, but she absolutely refused to do that just to get them to a party sooner; Navi had a feeling she was walking on thin ice anyway.
The state of the roads was a minor concern for Jessica; Navi had wanted to leave nearer the time of the party (scheduled blastoff, 8pm), but Jessica knew she’d need enough time to go through Rhona Mitra’s firewalls, so the longer it took to get there the more chance she’d have of cracking them. She She’d been in the back of this ambulance for like an hour, and she’d managed to find little ways in, but each time she got past one block another two kept coming up.
“Just hoping no one takes any shots of us for the papers,” Navi mused.
“Relax, we’re not high society types,” JoAnna assured her. “They won’t care.”
“I don’t know… if it goes according to plan someone’ll care…”
“YES!” Jessica shouted, punching the air. “We’re IN – it took a fucking dog’s age but we are in like Leonardo DiCaprio with a bunch of models! So what names do y’all want?”
“What names?” JoAnna asked as the light turned green.
“You seriously want to go someplace you shouldn’t be and tell them your real names?” “Sarah Williams” asked in turn as she scrolled down the guest list.
JoAnna and Navi, shortly to be Vicki Appleby and Theresa Diaz, saw her point.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Go and have some fun, Rosie,” Rhona breathed, kissing her beloved. “Oh, and please try to not tell Mr. and Mrs. Berglund how much you like fucking their daughter – we don’t need a repeat of that time you outed the Marano sisters in front of their parents.”
“But they were fine with it!” Rosie protested.
“THEY were, yes,” Rhona pointed out. “They also aren’t in the same line of work as me. But the Berglunds are business associates and friends of mine, and Kelli is still officially interning. Plus they are extremely conservative, and Kelli is still in the closet.”
“All right, I’ll be quiet,” Rosie pouted. “Don’t keep me waiting long, Roni.”
“I won’t,” she assured her before sweeping into the room to greet the main guests of the evening, gracious hostess that she was. True to the spirit of the evening, there was some music playing to ease everyone into the events, but not everyone Rhona encountered looked happy to be hearing Ed Sheeran. Which was tough on them, if not her.
“And how are you all this evening?” Rhona asked. “Everyone behaving themselves?”
“Good as gold,” Michelle Ryan beamed, keeping a gun and one eye on Emma Roberts. “And you look wonderful, Mistress.”

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“One has to make an effort,” Rhona replied, giving the hem of her dress a little twitch. “I’m sorry you seven have to… work tonight.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” Connie Britton replied, her own weapon firmly trained on Hayden Panettiere. “I never liked this one even before I caught my boyfriend jacking off to her.”
“The word’s ‘fapping,’ grandma,” Janel Parrish cackled, not letting the laughter take her attention off Shay Mitchell for a second.
“My mom taught me to always respect your elders,” Dania Ramirez chided, her weapon aimed between Roselyn Sanchez’s eyes.
Diora Baird, Lindsay Lohan and Zoe Saldana took their work seriously; none of them was in the mood for chatting while covering Blake Lively, Megan Fox and Olivia Wilde. Which was one reason why Rhona liked them.
“How nice to see you all together again,” the boss said. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk about. And as for you, Miss Wilde, this should teach you to be careful about the company you keep.”
“I already learned that lesson,” Olivia told her. “Thanks to your girlfriend.”
“I would love to stay and deal with you ladies, but I do have guests to attend to. And I should warn you that if you believe you can use your charms on them, forget it,” Rhona added. “Not only are they unswervingly loyal, they all – if I can use an Americanism – love the D.”
“Well, there goes plan A,” Roselyn muttered.
“They will be watching you until the party is over, when Rosie and I will return,” Rhona continued, sweeping in front of Blake.
Blake glared at Diora and Rhona, as the boss unbuttoned the captive’s top.
“Remember the night before the robbery?” Rhona continued, taking out one of Blake’s breasts. “That little show you put on when they put the wire on you?”
Rhona fondled the breast, taking the chance to give it a little kiss and a brief suckle; it took all of Blake’s self-control to keep from wrenching Rhona’s head into a fatal position.
“My brother has excellent taste; it’s too bad he can’t return to the States after his last one night stand. Your body looks even better in real life…. and I have to admit if I could pair you and Diora together, I would. But I promised Rosie she could have you, and when she’s through you will be mine, before I return her to Rosie to finish you off.”
“Finish me…?” the blonde asked in dread.
“Barring Megan, none of you seven will live to see the sun rise,” Rhona said briskly. “Rosie needs to brush up on her human biology, so she will be dissecting Miss Lively here. And as for you, young lady…”
Rhona turned to look down on Emma.

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“I would keep you alive if I had any belief at all that you would agree to work for me. Disposing of your father was a pleasure, but it lacked the personal touch. I will not make that mistake with you – Blake will go first, you will go last.”
“No – just kill me!” Megan shouted.
“I have no intention of killing you, Megan. Do pay attention - but I will grant you one favour,” Rhona said. “Roselyn, Shay, Olivia, Hayden. They are the remaining ones…”
“Do I get to save one of them?” the brunette asked hopefully.
“No,” Rhona said with a wicked little smile. “But for one of them it will be quick - not painless, but it will be quick, and you will be allowed to choose which one it is. And about what I said the other day about making you watch while they’re dealt with…”
Rhona cupped Megan’s right breast and kissed her. “I’m not a complete monster. You won’t have to watch. Not all of them.”
With seven pairs of terrified eyes watching her, Rhona took her leave. 
* * * * * * * * * *
“I’ll say this for you, B.J.,” said Beverley after downing some beer, “at least you ponied up for a decent TV package.”
Tammin managed to keep from setting off fireworks over the actual praise, wishing Victoria would hurry up in the bathroom – every second she was gone was more time she didn’t have anyone to distract her from Mitchell. And to make matters worse, Beverley was watching Fox News.
“Anyway,” Beverley continued as she muted Elizabeth Prann and the rest of America’s News HQ, “you ever ask her for a free strip? Just to kill time, I mean…”
“C’mon, Bev,” the other agent grunted, reaching for the remote.
“Can’t you take a joke, B.J.? Just because you’re macking on the witness... don’t try and hide it, we can all tell you’re hot for her.” Beverley laughed and took another drink, grabbing the remote before Tammin could.
The distraction Tammin wanted came when her phone rang; for once, she wished it was her Aunt Jenna, but the ring wasn’t “All About That Bass” so she knew it wasn’t.
“Agent Sursok here,” she said formally.
“Lighten up, B.J.,” said Kristen on the other end. “You’re at home now.”
“Still on the clock,” Tammin pointed out as the volume went up and Beverley paid attention.
“Victoria being good?”
“It’s not her you need to worry about,” Tammin told her as she heard the toilet flushing.
“Ah. You and Bev try not to kill each other,” Kristen laughed.

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“I’m a professional,” Tammin replied, eyeing Beverley.
* * * * * * * * * *
The cars were starting to line up around Gideon’s Crossing. The cars, and one ambulance.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Mrs. Berglund said to her husband as they showed their invites at the front door. “She’s got people standing by if something goes wrong. No wonder Kelli likes working here… isn’t that your girlfriend?”
Mr. Berglund just shook his head ruefully as he noticed Ashley Benson walking up the driveway. You get caught by your wife masturbating to the news once… ONCE…
“Oh, go on, talk to her. I know you want to,” Mrs. Berglund laughed.
“Little boys and their toys, huh?” said the redheaded woman passing them inwards as Mr. Berglund tried to walk up to Ashley casually. “Not really my type…”
Actually, Julianne Moore did think Ashley was her type, but she liked to keep that a secret. Watching the man and the reporter trade smiles as she wrote on the back of his invitation, she couldn’t help cracking a smile herself – there was a little bulge in his trousers there.
“Thanks for not being a snooty so-and-so like Chelsea Handler,” Mr. Berglund told Ashley. “My wife and I ran into her a while back – we weren’t even rude and she was such a… you know.”
“I always love meeting fans,” the blonde replied. “It does my ego a world of good… have fun tonight!”
Mrs. Berglund just knew her husband had his eyes on Ashley Benson’s ass twitching as she went inside; as they followed, she didn’t know how he managed not to trip over himself.
Inside the place was wallflower-free, with the live band keeping everyone who could dance and everyone who thought they could dance in motion. Jessica Chastain belonged to the latter group, unfortunately for her. But neither she nor anyone cared, not with the show she was putting on. Every now and then one of the men in attendance tried to become her dance partner, but Jessica just waved them away when not taking drinks off passing waiters.
“Maybe I should’ve come with her…” JoAnna Garcia mused a few feet away.
“Just because she’d make you look good?” her dance partner Navi Rawat laughed.
“It’s because it’s fast! If it was slow…”
Navi rested her hands on JoAnna’s shoulders and moved in close. “Come on,” she whispered. “We want people looking.”
She knew that, but she was still a bit uneasy. JoAnna glanced at Jessica again for immoral guidance – yep, she was happily shaking what she had.
As the beat continued JoAnna tentatively started to rub against Navi, putting a bit more skin on view than she’d planned. Her eyes widened a little when Navi cupped her asscheeks, whispering “Give it a little shake… or just follow my lead.”

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Two of the guests started to eye JoAnna as she followed Navi’s lead, becoming less reluctant with each twitch. When the redhead started to move her fingers down Navi’s back, the two guests become five.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Lindsay Lohan sat perfectly still opposite Megan Fox, unless Megan moved – then Lindsay did as well, never letting the gun drop. It was like she was a robot; Megan couldn’t change position as much as an inch without Lindsay following her.
“Oh, let her go!” Connie Britton called out from some feet away. “You can clip her just as well from over here…”
The ladies had congregated into two groups, with the gang on one side and their guards on the other, but with not much space between them. And no way for any of the gang to try and break loose without ensuing gunshots.
Eyeing Lindsay all the way, Megan gingerly got up and walked over to where her team was, each woman looking worried; Megan didn’t fully turn around until she could sit down with the others.
“How about a little scat action?” Zoe Saldana called out. “Keep us entertained.”
“Keep YOU entertained,” Michelle Ryan muttered. “I’m not into that sh… stuff.”
“I need to know…” Emma asked the others, all sitting in a circle. “Did you draw the straws?”
Shay’s eyes, already wide, went a little bigger and gave Emma her answer.
“Draw straws to do what?” Janel shouted. “Like we can’t guess.”
“I can’t believe you idiots actually thought you just stroll right on in here and kill Rhona,” Connie said, rolling her eyes.
“How about we go here right now?!” Roselyn snapped. “You and me, without the gun.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Miss Britton replied as the doors opened. “Saved by the help.”
The help was pushing in trollies with food. And they were not approaching the gang; “House rules,” Diora sneered as the women left the trollies before going outside. “We eat first, THEN you can have what’s left.”
“If we leave anything,” Lindsay added. “We got great metabolisms – we can eat like pigs and not gain an ounce.”
“Maybe you should – it might hide what your crappy plastic surgeon did to your face,” Olivia cracked.
“I am SO getting access to the tape of what Rhona does to your bony ass,” Lindsay spat before taking a swig of her Angostura. “And I’m adding a laugh track.”
The women started to dig in as the gang tried not to think about how hungry they were, not helped by the ladies eating very loudly.
“Maybe we could try and surprise them while they’re eating?” Blake suggested tentatively.

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“Like they wouldn’t try anything the second we moved,” Megan muttered. “I’m pretty sure they could stop us without having to kill us.”
“And it would hurt, I bet,” Emma added.
Roselyn saw Zoe picking up a breadstick tentatively, before she let it drop…  and not deliberately either. Diora looked like she was fumbling with her fork, and a couple of the others were blinking in a way that they really shouldn’t have been.
“Hey, wait…” Connie said slowly, putting down her glass. “Something’s…”
Hayden cackled as she fell face first into her plate – too bad there was still food in it; Hayden wouldn’t have minded if her nose had cracked the china.
“Con? What the hellllll…” Zoe started before she too slipped into unconsciousness, as the gang members watched the guards collapsing. The moment Connie had started to drop the others had stopped eating, and Diora had moved her hand to her watch, probably to signal to Rhona that something was going on – but she was down before she could raise the alarm. As soon as it had started, it was over – some of the guards had rested on the table, others had hit the floor, but they were all out.
The gang sat there, watching them and wondering if this was some kind of trick – until the door opened and one of the women who’d brought in the trays entered, to a quick gasp from Emma.
“Hello, I’m Hannah Davis. I’m here to rescue you,” the beautiful green-eyed blonde twinkled.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mrs. Berglund was enjoying the music, and her husband’s constant failing to step on her feet even when he had an eye on Ashley Benson’s ass. Which was like, half the time. At least he had a hand on his WIFE’S ass all of the time.
She wasn’t enjoying how there didn’t seem to be any cute guys around at all – the people waiting on them were all female. Discrimination!
“Refill?” a cute brunette with a nameplate saying “Paris” asked, materializing by the Berglunds just as the music paused for the next tune to kick in.
“Certainly,” Mrs. B said.
“And my wife would like some male eye candy,” Mr. B added chuckling. “Oh come on, Irene – I know you want it.”
“Mistress has several very important guests,” Paris Berelc said regretfully – she knew how Mrs. Berglund felt. “Your drinks will be here in a moment.”
As she headed off, Mr. Berglund and several others eyed the redhead dancing by herself near the couple in the centre of the room; Jessica Chastain was enthusiastically twirling what her parents had given her, wondering if/hoping that one of her breasts might pop out. It would certainly help with the distraction…
JoAnna felt Jessica’s behind brush against her own. Accidentally, she had to assume; her reciprocal wiggle to Jessica’s wasn’t an accident, and Navi saw the little smile over her face, grinding herself against

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Miss Garcia in response. “Wanna do a little ass-to-ass here?” she whispered. “You know Jessie wants it…”
“Nice moves,” another foxy redhead interrupted. “Mind if I cut in so you can go from youth to experience?”
Julianne Moore had just gotten through dancing with some old guy who kept “accidentally” touching her chest; that got old (although not as old as him) real fast. She had slinked over to JoAnna and Navi, the latter of whom was giving her the evilest of evil eyes as she circled an arm around JoAnna’s waist.
“Relax, it’s just one dance,” Julianne said. “I like to spread it around…”
“I’d never have guessed,” Navi replied, sounding more annoyed than she was (she wouldn’t have minded switching off).
“Yeah, I saw them first,” Jessica chipped in, sidling up to the ladies and grinning at JoAnna. “I don’t think you’re into AARP members… are you?”
Jessica slapped JoAnna’s ass, giving it a little pinch. “They’d be into you, but I think you’d be happier with someone a little less saggy, like your friend here… or me,” she added with a twinkle.
“Don’t I get a say?” JoAnna asked, giving Jessica the side-eye – that slap had hurt.
“Why talk when you can do this?” Julianne chuckled, doing the others’ job for them by moving in and planting a kiss on JoAnna’s lips, to the other’s shock, pleasure (Julianne kissed pretty nicely) and utter alarm; JoAnna pushed her away, seeing Julianne’s face still smiling when she realised where she’d put her hands.
“So glad I remembered not to wear a bra,” Julianne cooed as Navi took JoAnna’s arm.
“Hit the road, hag,” she snapped. “She’s spoken for.”
“Damn right,” Jessica added. “You’re never getting to suck on something as sweet as this. Oh, and JoAnna…”
“Yeah?”
“You’re gonna HATE me,” Jessica added, and with a practiced swiftness she liberated one of JoAnna’s breasts.
And that was when Mrs. Berglund (with a few of the onlookers) stormed over, having decided enough was enough.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jessica Biel walked up the Gideon’s Crossing driveway, hating every step – mainly because she’d had to park somewhere down in Tijuana, it felt like. Shame Rhona couldn’t have been a recluse; she wouldn’t have been throwing any parties, and the cars wouldn’t be taking up the space that could have let her park closer. She was an FBI agent, dammit!
As she approached the house, she heard the music – and wished that playing Maroon 5 at that volume (or at any volume, really) was a criminal offence. Money couldn’t buy taste, she guessed…

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“Ma’am, are you a guest?” asked the lady at the front door the second Jessica got close.
“No,” replied Miss Biel, “but I need to speak to Rhona.”
“No one comes in without an invite.”
“THIS is my damn invite,” Jessica snapped, showing her ID.
* * * * * * * * * *
The eight women – having taken the guards’ guns - headed through the corridors, Hannah in front.
“So… why are you helping us?” Shay asked.
“I don’t really get on with Mistress,” Hannah said quietly. “Me and a few of the others have been wanting to get away for some time. We think she’s a little…”
“We get the message,” Megan replied.
“How’d you get the stuff to knock them out?” Roselyn asked.
“I didn’t,” Hannah admitted. “I asked Elizabeth… and she asked the two E’s. That’s-“
“Emily Blunt and Elena?” Blake finished. “They did say they were on our side.”
“It wasn’t going to be Emily Ratajkowski,” Hannah said, to nods of agreement from the others. “And don’t worry about the cameras – Elizabeth’s gotten to them.”
“Plus we got some friends on site,” Hayden added, an appreciative smile on her face. “They should be stirring things up about now.”
Emma glanced at Hayden, seeing she and Roselyn were watching Hannah’s walk. Roselyn’s face was just as cheerful as Hayden’s at what they were seeing. She shook her head – it was Hayden checking out Blake in the van all over again.
“Hannah doesn’t like anal,” she told them, correctly reading their minds. “Don’t know how she slipped through Rhona’s screening process.”
The others were getting a hint as to why Hannah was helping them now, but they didn’t let on. “How long have you been here?” Olivia asked. “Can you find us a quick way out?”
“We have to pick up some duty free before we go,” Roselyn reminded her as they headed down a staircase.
“That’s one of my fantasies – ripping off Mistress before taking off,” Hannah admitted. “Unless you’re one of her killers like One-Shot Ratajkowski, she pays really badly. And I mean BADLY. Seems to think getting all your holes used by her is an honour… the biggest safe is near her bedroom, but the one that’s the easiest to get into is this way.”
“They haven’t built a safe I can’t get into,” Emma bragged.
Shay allowed herself to think they were just going to take stuff and get out of there, never mind facing off with Rhona. And then she allowed herself to smile.

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* * * * * * * * * *
Mr. Berglund had allowed himself to smile at the sight of JoAnna Garcia’s briefly bared breast; he would regret that because his wife had seen that smile. The arguing later that night would keep him up (and Kelli, who would be able to hear every single word) for hours.
“This isn’t a strip club, you strawberry slut!” Mrs. Berglund snapped. “Put it away…”
“Hey!” Jessica shouted out of force of habit, before adding “Oh, you meant JoAnna.”
“Thanks a lot, Chastain,” JoAnna muttered, as one onlooker started to reach out to have a feel, fuelled by the drink. Before his fingers could touch her, Navi’s hand slapped him away.
“Fuck off back to Whereveryoucamefromland, she just wants to have some fun,” the guy protested as JoAnna put her boob back inside, and he reached out again. “Oh, COME ON! Ain’t you heard of the City Of Brotherly Love?!”
Jessica hadn’t expected to see JoAnna take a punch at the guy, and she certainly hadn’t expected it to connect. Yes, she yelled almost as loudly as the guy did, and he didn’t go flying or anything, but… seriously, good move girl.
Rhona, staying well away from proceedings as people started moving in closer, stabbed a button on her cellphone - a call had just gone out to all available ladies to get in here and keep this from going any further. Rosie had just headed out a side door - not to get in more help; she had to get to the bathroom.
 * * * * * * * * * *
The guards were receiving the alert, but six of them were still unconscious.
The alert broke through Connie Britton’s daze, bringing her back to the land of the awake – she glared at the food, and at her colleagues. Half her mind was wondering which of the staff had laced their meals… and the other half was running through the layout of the floor as she got up, thinking over where the gang was likely to have headed.
“Amateurs,” she muttered, glancing at a dozing Janel with satisfaction. “Grandma my ass.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Kristen was back in traffic; even though she’d left the office for the day she was still on duty. She was going to have to spend some hours next to a cute young thing; the thing being Victoria Justice, as she was going to relieve Beverley. At least B.J. had some nice digs…
She stopped thinking about Tammin’s place when she heard her phone go off.
“Hey.”
“Is that how you always talk to your bosses?” Jessica Biel said over the party noise.
“Letting your hair down?” Kristen asked, flagrantly disregarding their official relationship.

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“I’m at Rhona Mitra’s – I need you to help track her down here,” the woman replied before snapping “Dammit, watch the drink!” to a passerby. “A couple of people are causing a scene and it might make it rough to find her…”
“Hang on, coming over. Save me some canapes,” Kristen said, looking for the turnoff she’d need to take. She figured Beverley could hang on chez Sursok for a little longer…
* * * * * * * * * *
“Just a little longer…” Rosie said to herself, racing towards the bathroom. Seriously, she loved Roni but she wished  the toilets weren’t so far apart.
* * * * * * * * * *
“We’re here,” Hannah announced once she’d ushered the group into what looked like a meeting room. Long table, shelves of books, paintings… meeting room, had to be.
“Are there any colouring books here? For Rosie, I mean,” Megan laughed.
“She doesn’t usually come in here for reading,” Hannah said with a wink, walking over to the shelving on the west wall. “Anyway, what you’re looking for is behind here.”
“Who’s ready to push a big stack of… oh,” Shay said, as Hannah got to the edge of the shelf, slipped the fingers of a hand behind it and shoved. The shelf swung towards the gang, revealing some more of the room’s fairly hideous wallpaper. And a door with a dial in the middle that made Emma’s heart jump with delight – she loved safes with rotary dials when she hadn’t brought any autodials with her, as it made her job much easier.
“This is the only safe on the grounds with that kind of lock,” Hannah explained as Emma trotted over to the wall and started to undress. “The others have more stuff in them, but you want to be out of here quick.”
“Do you HAVE to do that?” Olivia asked as Emma’s clothes hit the carpet.
“It’s not like we haven’t seen her naked before,” Hayden said.
“And the last time she tried to steal something when she was dressed, we all got put in prison,” Shay pointed out.
“Yeah, you don’t fuck with what works,” Emma agreed, resting her fingertips on the dial. “Now shush – and keep an eye out if anyone’s coming…”
“Kind of hope someone does,” Blake muttered. “We could try and take them hostage, try and use them to get us clear passage.”
“You know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” Roselyn said with a smile.
“I’d like to see you try it,” said a new voice from the doorway, stopping Emma’s turning of the dial.
“No… fucking… way…” Olivia whispered, turning along with the others to look at a grinning and freshly de-urine-ated Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, wagging a forefinger at the team.

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“And where do you think you’re all going?” Rosie asked as she took out her cellphone. “Hannah, Roni is going to not like this at all…”
How Olivia managed to get over there so quickly, none of them knew – one moment she was standing next to Shay, the next she was pinning Rosie to the carpet, the phone flung away as they landed. Rosie reached out for it, but Olivia got to it first, and threw it against the wall; Rosie wailed as it smashed on impact. Why did she had to bring her cheapest phone out tonight?
“Get them out of here!” Olivia yelled as Rosie clutched her hair. “I’ll catch up, I swear…”
“Come on!” Hannah shouted, leading them out rapidly as Rosie kicked Olivia’s stomach, shoving her back enough for the lissom blonde to spring up and start racing back towards the party. Rosie had hit Olivia hard, but not hard enough for her to be properly winded – she scrambled up and started in pursuit.
Olivia was leaving this party with a confession, or she wouldn’t be leaving at all.
* * * * * * * * * *
“We can’t get Mitra, we can’t get the loot…” panted Emma, as they ran in the opposite direction. “What’s the point?!?”
“The point is, you get your lives,” Hannah pointed out while guiding them through the corridors, hoping their luck in not coming across anyone (other than Rosie) held out. “And you might not have to worry about Mistress… Gigi told me word is they’ve got a witness holed up somewhere ready to talk.”
“And that’s supposed to make us feel better?” Roselyn added. “That means RHONA knows someone’s out there.”
“But it doesn’t mean she’ll definitely get the witness,” Shay replied, trying to be positive.
“Well, *I* got someone to get – and a party to crash,” Hayden spat.
“Ever heard of safety in numbers?” Megan argued. “Stick with us and—“
“NO!” the pixieish blonde snapped, throwing a glare at the gang. “Olivia’s got that skinny British ho, but Ashley’s mine. And that little liar is going down TONIGHT.”
Without another word, Hayden took off as fast as she could back towards the party.
“Give her a little time,” Blake said.
“Girl’s a Terminator,” Shay pointed out. “Can’t be reasoned with, can’t be argued with…”
“No, time for her to get a lead,” replied Blake, watching Hayden as she ran. “You want her to see me following?”
* * * * * * * * * *
Absolutely everybody could see Olivia following Rosie.
It wasn’t like she’d planned it – it was just the way Rosie was running; the woman had instinctively headed BACK to the party, as the waiter who’d unintentionally gotten in her way as she arrived found

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out. His cries and the spilt snacks were ignored by Rosie, and by Olivia as she sprang over him a moment later.
“HEY!” the man shouted, but his yells were lost among the chorus of others that broke out as Rosie shoved and dodged her way across the party floor, Olivia elbowing people aside herself as she never took her eyes off the furiously bobbing blonde head ahead of her. The slimy Limey was heading for the exit, and even though she was wearing high heels she could go some distance in those things… but Olivia was glad she was wearing flats.
The chase went by the fight JoAnna and the others were having – Jessica spotted Olivia, and was glad her own “Hey!” of recognition could be disguised as anger. Navi just glimpsed them, and JoAnna was wishing she could have tripped up Rosie as she went by, just to make it easier for Olivia. The two women did hit a couple of other partygoers as people tried to crowd in to stop them. Including one attendee in particular.
Jessica Biel felt like she was trying to get a prize at a carnival and couldn’t get any of the goodies on view; there were quite a few people she and other members of the forces would love to have a few words with. But for the moment, she was hoping to have a quiet word with the lady of the house, wherever the hell she was…
SHIT! Rosie had passed by Jessica has hurtled through the doors with one of the SF8 on her trail. Mitra would have to wait.
“Bell! Spotted Wilde – in pursuit,” Jessica snapped into her phone as she began to head her off – if was lucky, the way Wilde was running. Fuck, she would have killed for a pair of flats now.
Rosie sprinted across the grass, heading for the wall between Gideon’s Crossing the next property. She grabbed the vines growing up it, and started slinking up it as Olivia caught up. Cursing how she hadn’t gotten there fast enough to pull Rosie; time for her Spider-Man impression as Olivia watched Rosie scrambling over the top of the wall; it wasn’t a good thing that Rhona had bought the adjoining property. Reduced the chance of nosy neighbours.
Not too annoyed about having kick off the stupid high heels to make it climb over the wall, Jessica Biel jumped and started pulling herself up the growth on the bricks.
Keeping her hand on the handle of her gun when she landing on the other, she wasn’t surprised to find she was faced by a poolside, with Rosie racing for the far wall. Who was she, damn Ferris Bueller? Jessica hoped not – that smartass got away with EVERYTHING. The damn Limey still had her heels on! Woman could probably fly…
Jessica kept after Olivia Wilde as the latter started gaining on Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, the Fed’s hand on the handle of her gun.
“GIVE IT UP, WILDE – NOWHERE TO GO!” she shouted.
, Olivia ignored what the Fed yelled way behind her as she came in touching distance of the willowy blonde.
Rosie yelled herself as she one of legs give way under as a heel snapped; under other circumstances Olivia would’ve been thrilled to have gotten a look up Rosie’s dress she managed got as the blonde

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tumbled head-first into the pool. She thrashed around in the deep end as the blonde struggled to keep above the surface.
“HEY BLONDIE!” Olivia yelled at the pool’s edge.  Just shaking her head in disbelief. All the time she spent lounging around in bikinis and girl couldn’t swim? Amazing. “Just say what and I want to hear!”
“….what…?” Rosie spluttered.
“You know damn well what?!” Olivia shouted. “You’re not THAT stupid! Admit it!” Olivia shouted. “Say you killed that girl and set me up for it, and I’ll pull you out!”
“DO ONE!” Rosie spat in between thrashes. “Think I’m scared to die?”
Olivia was tempted to just stand there and watch, but she couldn’t – she wasn’t the type, and if she let Rosie drown she’d lose the only person in the world who could clear her. She forced herself to stand her ground… and she could see in Rosie’s eyes that she WAS scared. Ever since this she was a kid drowning was the only thing that Rosie had ever been afraid of.
“Me and Riley set it all up for Roni! The escort we killed, the drugs, it was all me!” Rosie wailed.
“And you’ll tell the cops the whole thing?”
“The whole thing, yeah!”
“That’s all I wanted to hear…”
With that, Olivia jumped into the pool and swam rapidly towards the spluttering blonde; “hang on,” she added as Rosie clutched Olivia, strongly swimming to the edge. And bringing up the soaked and nipple-y woman.
“Thanks, Dye-Job Darkie,” Rosie said in relief as she sat on the grass, giving one of Olivia’s nipples, poking through her sodden fabric, a little tweak. “And people say I can’t act. Suck it, Ollie,” Rosie sneered.
“What?” Olivia asked in shock.
“You really think I’d sell out Roni? No chance – I just wanted to get out of that pool, and I’m out of there and I owe you neither jack not shit,” Rosie added breezily. “it’s your word against mine, and who are they gonna believe? Me, or the girl who broke out of prison?”
“The girl who broke out of prison.”
Olivia and Rosie looked up sharply at the speaker behind them, facing a beautiful husky-voiced woman. And the barrel of her gun aimed just slightly more towards Rosie.
“Jessica Biel, FBI,” the woman announced, showing the two women her ID with her other hand. “Got here in time to hear your confession, Rosie.”
“But… but… she forced it out of me!” the blonde protested. “She pushed me in there!”
“What she used telekinesis to break your heel?”
Rosie eyed Jessica invitingly “You know as she walked up the officer, can’t talk about this….”

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“Oh, believe me, we fully intend to talk about it,” Jessica assured Rosie as she kept her gun on her.
“Trust me, Huntington-Whiteley, you aren’t that hot,” Jessica continued as she swiftly handcuffed the glaring blonde.
“I think Horny Helen would have to get her hands on her,” Olivia smirked.
“Oh yeah,” Jessica agreed. “Mirren really loved tight young ass when she went up – they are gonna love you and Rhona up at Remy Hadley,” she assured Rosie.
“Like you’ll ever get Rhona…” Rosie snapped as the three headed to the front gate and Jessica calling for officers.
* * * * * * *
Kristen wondered while Rhona didn’t have valet parking. Just an observation going through to her head as she went up the steps, hearing something from her college years – arguing over music… the party as she’d often really got going when she arrived…
The squabbling had continued once Olivia and Rosie had run through, and it was getting worse. Kristen scanned the party floor and the numerous arguing couples, trios, combinations, wondering why Rhona wasn’t mingling… oh, there she was, in the corner talking to Ashley Benson. Now that was a conversation Kristen would love to listen to, and why was Ashley grinning so genuinely… she been to enough parties to tell when someone was just being polite, and there was San Francisco’s leggiest reporter looking cheerful to the core - maybe Rhona was offering an exclusive?
One of Rhona’s worker bees came in, beckoning to Ashley follow her. Kristen wondered if Rhona had arranged for Ashley to some private fun with that leggy auburn woman the reporter was eagerly. Kristen had not gotten that vibe off Ashley, but maybe she wanted to experiment – and with an older lady as well…
“And now I’m on…” Kristen said to herself as Rhona stood there, calling in for some backup, something Kristen would likely have to do herself – because suddenly she was soon on the ground with a woman top of her. It wasn’t the first time that had happened to her at a party, it wasn’t the first time the woman coming off her screaming either – but they were usually facing her with that happened. And here, it was a cry of – pain…  the woman been shoved onto Kristen with force, had hard enough to go tumbling over the agent and land on her side, screaming as her right leg landed under her.
“What was the hell for that for?!” shouted  someone – probably the woman’s friend.
“To teach keep your goods to your yourself, hussy!” the pusher snapped while JoAnna Garcia (who’d landed on Kristen) tried to get up unaided, and failed.
“Shit, you okay?” Kristen asked, torn on whether do a Florence Nightingale impression or head after Rhona.
“C’mon, I got you,” said Jessica Chastain as helped JoAnna up – was Kristen too preoccupied with the hostess and really care who behind her. Jessica was filled with sorrow as JoAnna’s face twisted up when she the pain through her leg; it was all Jessica’s fault had been hurt.
Jessica gave Navi a look… they might have get JoAnna out sooner than the planned.