The Francisco Seven [multiple celebrities] [complete]

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“We were one of the lucky couples who got in before Proposition 8. Ariana cherishes every moment we have together, and she’s also very, very jealous.” Monica smiled again. “I made the mistake of admitting I find Anne Hathaway sexy and she… is it ‘tore me a new one’?”
Tammin nodded, discreetly running her eyes down Monica Bellucci’s body as she thanked her for her time. Forbidden fruit in real life, but she knew who she was going to be thinking about tonight; Ariana was a very, very lucky girl as well as very, very jealous…
Jennifer saw the wistful/lustful look on Tammin’s face as she walked by. “Makes you melt inside, doesn’t she?” she said sympathetically. “I see that look a lot.”
“Does it help with sales?” the agent asked.
The blonde receptionist indicated the thriving surroundings and winked.
* * * * * * * * * *
“And you really think Bellucci had nothing to do with Roberts?” Jessica Biel asked.
“Definitely,” Tammin told her. “I don’t know about her partner’s ‘off sick’ excuse though. “
“Yeah, it’s a pretty convenient sickness. At least we know Sanchez and Little Miss Hayden have a link, so that’s something to build on… not a bad job, BJ.”
“Thanks, Miss Biel,” Tammin said, rising.
“That’s DIRECTOR Biel to you,” she replied with a chuckle as Agent Sursok went back to her cubicle. She had a report to type and things to think over (not Bellucci things, not mainly anyway).
She also had a phone to answer; it began ringing just as she got to her desk.
“Sursok,” Tammin said on answering.
“Agent Sursok, this is Andrea Datzman from Verizon’s records department; you made a request yesterday for information regarding calls received by Hayden Panettiere that morning… “
“That’s correct,” replied the young Fed, sitting and tapping her feet.
“We have the information here for you; you people must be very thorough to call for it twice.”
“That we are, and thank you for getting back to me.”
“At 8:35 she got a call from Lesley Panettiere lasting 5:22…”
“Uh-huh.”
“…and at 10:43 yesterday she received a call from a number we have registered to Ashley Benson.”
Tammin’s foot stopped. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Can you send me a file of those records?”

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“Certainly; as soon as you give me your address they’ll be sent encrypted.”
“We could do with more like you around here,” Tammin said before she gave her address, thanked Miss Datzman and hung up. Returning to typing up her report on the meeting with Monica, the words didn’t stop flowing – but her mind was diverted in another direction.
Troian had told her colleagues Ashley had called Hayden; their own search had suggested it was Rhona Mitra; and now she was hearing it was Ashley. So either there was a screwup on Verizon’s end… or on this one. And even though she wasn’t the biggest fan of the big V, she wasn’t that convinced that they could get two reports on the same person wrong – especially when the reports differed about one number but were right about the other.
Tapping against her desk, she did a quick online search and dialled the number she was looking for.
“Hi, this is Tammin Sursok , FBI,” she said with a big grin (she never got over the buzz she got from saying that). “Can I speak to Troian Bellisario, please?... Uh-huh… Well, is there any way I can contact her? We have to get hold of her – it’s very important…”
Shit. She hadn’t shown up for work that morning. But as she hung up she had a feeling they’d have a very interesting conversation if they ever met.
Beverley Mitchell coughed behind her. Sighing and putting the search for Troian’s home number and address on the back burner, Tammin rose and headed for the kitchen.
* * * * * * * * * *
The Chevy roared off the Golden Gate Bridge and entered Marin County, California, Megan Fox thrilling at the chance to roar along the Pacific Coast Highway once more. She’d only had the chance to run this famous road twice in her life, and this was only the northern bit of it, but it was still glorious to drive. They’d entered Marin County now, leaving the city behind, and were taking Shoreline Highway north, allowing Megan to enjoy testing her skills at the winding, two-lane road as it went through the Marin Hills. Handling the tight turns in a car that, while not exactly sporty, still had some power in its engine, was something Megan lived for.
Of course, things weren’t perfect. She had three passengers in the car, and that added a lot of weight to the car, even if none of them could weigh much over 100, maybe 110 pounds apiece. Little Lucy might not even weigh that, Megan mused, thinking back to the fun they had last night in the changing rooms. Still, Lucy had to stay tied up, her hands tied in front of her and attached to a loose rope that led to the back of the right seat, where she couldn’t bother the driver. Grace was sitting next to her in the back, ostensibly to keep an eye on the hostage, but had her nose in her cellphone, texting or IMing or web surfing or something. Lucy could probably slip out of her ties and clock Grace over the head with a tire iron before the computer geek noticed.
Blake wasn’t much help, either. She’d started off nervous as all get out; sitting next to Megan in the front, she’d thrown on the largest pair of sunglasses Megan had ever seen, and tried to stay down out of sight as they left San Fran. Now, however, she seemed to have relaxed too much, rolling down her window and sticking her long, shapely legs out the window, her short dress not fluttering about and giving Megan panty shots by sheer luck. Megan considered that fortunate, because she was having trouble keeping her eyes on the road just with Blake’s legs out there like that. If she could suddenly see Blake’s promised land, Megan could easily drive off one of these roads.

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“Cops finally hit the hideout,” Grace said suddenly.
“Huh?” Megan asked over her shoulder, taking the Cavalier around a sharp left that nearly sent the car up onto two wheels.
“Do you HAVE to do that?” Blake asked, glaring at Megan over her giant sunglasses. “I’d like to feel like I’m not going to fly out the window every quarter mile.”
“Then keep your hands and FEET inside the ride, Blondie,” Megan said, her eyes traveling up Blake’s legs despite her best effort. “I don’t do slow.”
“So, how long until we get to Canada?” Blake asked, not moving her legs one bit.
“We won’t get there today, even with me driving. We oughta hit Grants Pass about bed time, then hop on 5 tomorrow and ride that sucker all the way to the Great White North. We’ll be seeing Beavers and friendly soccer moms by afternoon, tomorrow, so long as we don’t sleep in.”
“Fantastic. I should’ve brought a magazine or six,” Blake grumbled.
“You can always get out and try your hand at hitchhiking,” Megan muttered.
“With Blake‘s legs and tits?” Grace snorted. “She’ll get picked up in ten seconds flat.”
“I’d consider that a long wait. Last time I hitchhiked anywhere, first car I saw stopped for me, and I didn’t even have to blow the guy,” Blake bragged.
“Last time I hitchhiked, I ended up stealing the guy’s car AND his girlfriend,” Megan said. “She liked the leather look.”
“I’ve never hitchhiked,” Grace said.
“What about you, Teach?” Blake asked over her shoulder. “You ever stuck your sweet little thumb out and get picked up by someone?”
“No,” Lucy said quietly.
“C’mon, Pretty Little Lucy,” Blake said. “You’re with us for the long haul, you might as well be friendly. Be nice to have someone in the car to talk to who isn’t pussy obsessed.”
“I’m not pussy obsessed,” Megan said. “I swing both ways.”
“Yeah, yeah, I was there in that hotel room when you, me, and Jaime all got some relief,” Blake said, “But that didn’t stop you from taking our little hostage last night, did it?”
Megan didn’t say anything.
“Did you enjoy it?” Grace asked, looking at Lucy.
“W-what?” Lucy asked.
“The sex you had with Megan? Was it good.”
“Leave her alone, Grace.”
“I’m just curious,” Grace said. “I mean, I’m going to want to get some on this road trip, and with Blake unwilling to let me hump her all night long-”
“Never in a million years,” Blake grumbled.
“-that just leaves you or our hostage,” Grace said.
“I’ll do you if you want, Grace, but I’m kinda busy driving right now.”
“What do you say, Lucy?” Grace asked. “Did you enjoy Megan, or should I just cut my losses and have you right here in the back seat?”
“Grace, don’t tease the hostage,” Blake said over her shoulder.
“Aww, come on, Megan got to have her, and I’m bored.”
“How can you be bored with your phone and your laptop and all that crap?” Blake asked.
“Okay, I’m not bored, I’m horny, and Megan’s busy. So unless you want to come back her and tip my velvet-”
“Ewww, no!” Blake said. “I don’t even know what that means and I don’t want to do it.”
“Then I’m going to have a slice of our lingerie-clad hostage,” Grace said, reaching over and cupping one of Lucy’s lace and mesh-covered tits.
“Hey, Pretty Little Lucy - you okay with this?” Megan asked, glaring back through the rear-view mirror.”
“Uh, I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Lucy said as Grace’s mouth fell upon her exposed cleavage.
“Grace, don’t hurt her!” Megan snapped.
“Oh come on!” Blake said. “You’re going to let her do the hostage right there in the back seat?!”
“You don’t like it? Get out and walk to Canada,” Megan snarled. “Grace! Did you hear me?”
“Yes, yes, don’t hurt the pretty little one. Will do. Any screams she makes will be screams of pleasure.”
Lucy’s hands and legs were still tied, so there wasn’t much the smallest girl in the car could do but sit there and take it. Not that she really minded - Grace’s hands and lips were going to all her most sensitive places, but were doing nothing but making Lucy feel wonderful in the process. Grace caressed Lucy’s breasts and crotch, and kissed her neck and cleavage, all while pressing her own body atop Lucy’s.
“Hey, keep outa the rearview mirror,” Megan warned.

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“Sorry,” Grace said, her tone making it clear she didn’t care. Instead, she pulled the straps of Lucy’s teddy down until one of the young teacher’s succulent little nipples came into view. To the surprise of both Blake and Megan, Lucy actually moaned at the sensation of Grace’s lips upon her breast. “See?” Grace added. “She likes it.”
“I - uh, I-” Lucy stammered.
“Shush, hostage. Don’t talk, just moan,” Grace said, sucking Lucy’s nipple back into her mouth.
So for the next ten miles, the car was silent, save for the moans of the girls in back. Megan tried hard to keep her eyes on the road, but every now and then her gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, where she’d catch a particularly arousing sight - a topless Lucy Hale, a bottomless Grace Park. At one point she got an eyeful of the two French kissing, and another time she managed to spot Lucy using that experience to tongue Grace’s pussy.
“Megan? Going kinda fast, aren’t we?” Blake asked, breaking the spell the rearview mirror had on Megan’s mind. The driver pulled her attention back onto the road just in time to keep the Chevy from flying off the road on a nasty left curve.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuckfuckFUCK!” Grace called out.
“I think we could use some music,” Blake said, reaching for the radio.
“Harder!” Grace cried as Blake flipped the switch, bringing some much needed “Misery Business” from Paramore to the car’s interior.
“This work for you?” Blake asked.
“If it’s loud enough to drown them out, anything’ll work,” Megan said, fighting to keep her eyes from the rearview. 
“OhFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!” Hayley Williams and the rest managed to out-howl Grace, but not by much. Megan wondered how someone like Lucy could make the hacker scream like that -NO! She had to keep her mind on the road and away from the two ladies in the back. And from the leggy blonde next to her who was still letting her stems dangle out of the window. Asshole and lousy fuck though he may have been, she had never had these problems with Bago…
“Want me to drive until they’re done?” Blake suggested.
With a huge grin, Megan brought the car to a stop FAST.
* * * * * * * * *
“Hope you enjoyed the show,” Grace panted about fifteen minutes later.
“You sure did,” Megan replied, feeling a lot better. Blake was no Michael Schumacher behind the wheel - or Megan Fox - but she wasn’t a real slouch either. Also, Megan could have used a break from driving anyway, and seeing a glistening hostage and a steaming computer whiz with hardly anything on was a relaxant if ever there was one. And Lucy didn’t look particularly upset either; she would have had her arms around Grace if things had been different.

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“Think you could get something bigger for the rest of the trip?” the blonde asked, her eyes gleaming as she saw something approaching them – it had been a quiet one so far; not much traffic, and what there was hadn’t been that inviting… but there it was. A bus.
“You’ll take whatever I can get, okay?” Megan told her as the bus came closer.
“You mean you’ll take what you can get, right?” Grace grinned, stroking Lucy’s chest. “Blake, I think Foxy needs to work something off with our friend here…”
“It’s my turn,” Blake interrupted.
Grace’s eyes lit up and Megan’s eyebrows raised.
“Not YOU. Hold on to this for a second, could you?” she told Megan, indicating the wheel before she levered herself out the window, hair blowing in the breeze as she faced the oncoming Greyhound.
Megan and Grace fixed their eyes on Blake’s dress-covered ass by the window frame before the brunette snapped herself out, reaching across for the wheel before the car lost control and glad that Blake hadn’t been wearing shorts.
“HEY GUYS!!!!” Blake shouted to the passengers, and lifted her shirt over her head. As the car passed the bus, all the people on the side facing the car instantly got a rise in spirits as they were treated to Blake’s excellent breasts, the blonde enjoying the wind rushing over her nipples. She was especially delighted to see several young boys looking as if they’d gotten a Christmas gift months early.

“DAMMIT!” Grace shouted in the car, realising what she was missing.
All too soon, the bus had passed. With a big smile and replacing the shirt, Blake put herself back inside the car and took back the wheel. “That was fun,” she smiled at Megan before looking in the back seat.
“Awww, did little Grace miss her chance?”
Grace let her eyes do the talking.
* * * * * * * * *
That wasn’t the only thing that miffed Grace about an hour later as she headed back to the car with the takeout she’d managed to get with some of the non-stolen cash they had; Megan may have drawn Lucy out of her closet… SHELL a little, but when Grace had suggested the hostage try putting those pouty lips on her back door Lucy’s eyes had gotten even bigger and her nose wrinkled as she squealed “NO! WAY!”
“C’mon, you might like it… I could do it to you first…” the hacker had suggested.
“No… it just seems gross. Even with guys.”
“Man ass, duh! But-“

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“You do that to me and I’ll scream right here, right now,” Lucy had parried, checkmating Grace; there was no guarantee someone passing wouldn’t hear, notice and take down the car number. Of course, she could just wait until they settled down for the night somewhere remote, but rape just wasn’t her style – she was glad for Lucy’s (and the rest’s) sake they weren’t with Jaime. If she’d been a religious type, she’d have said a little prayer for that reporter…
Getting to the car, Grace was about to get in the front seat next to Blake before she saw Lucy sitting there, still tied up but used to it by now.
“Thanks a bunch,” Blake said, taking the bags. “Once I’ve eaten and fed the hostage we’re out of here…”
“Why’s she up here?” Grace asked, before she felt a light pinch on her ass.
“Act of charity, Gracie,” Megan explained, pulling her arm back through a window in the back.  “Friends don’t let friends drive without their asses getting eaten.”
“So Blake isn’t my friend?” Grace laughed.
Keeping her mouth diplomatically shut, Blake took out a box of popcorn chicken and started popping them into the teacher’s mouth while Grace eagerly got into the back seat.
“Thanks for dropping the ‘Nerd Girl’ thing,” she laughed, folding Megan into her arms as the designated driver pulled her shirt off, showing Grace her lovely chest. Thank goodness she hadn’t covered them with any tattoos. Yet.
“So when are we dumping this one, Megan?  We’re not taking her all the way to Canada… how’s she gonna get back home?” Blake asked, seeing Lucy’s eyes light up in gratitude as she kept up the feeding.

“Drop her off when we leave Sonoma County,” Megan panted between kisses. “Dinner time we get to a restaurant, leave this in a parking lot, get one of the cars there and keep going to the line and its nice knowing you and keep your mouth shut, teach…”
“I will,” Lucy mumbled through the food.
“You’re a teacher! Set an example for the kids, don’t talk with your mouth full…” Blake chuckled, starting to eat herself.
As did Grace, who had gotten Megan face down on the back seat. It was a little tight, but with some body manoeuvres that would have made a contortionist jealous, she had managed to get her face right where she wanted it; with Megan Fox’s round, taut ass in front of it. “Do me a favour and never get this marked up…” she whispered, pressing her thumbs into it.
“Wasn’t planning to…” Megan moaned, feeling Grace’s tongue slipping into the crack and the hole at the bottom of it, with her fingers stroking the driver’s thighs. The only trouble was that with Megan face down she couldn’t give Grace Park’s pussy, placed tantalisingly close to her head, a tongue-lashing. Still, ATM was ATM…

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Their bodies occasionally hit the two front seats, but both Blake and Lucy ignored the sounds and motions behind them, concentrating on finishing their food; Lucy was thinking about who she’d ring the second they let her go, Blake was preparing herself for some time in the next few days – she’d be happy to get them a ride in exchange for helping a guy out. Besides, even if the guy had a one-inch dick it would at least BE a dick.
“Relax, Lucy; it’ll be over soon,” Blake assured her, putting Megan’s and Grace’s food on the floor as she started the car. If it was cold by the time they were ready, that was their problem.
* * * * * * * * *
The sun was pretty low in the sky and the car was pretty low on gas when Blake pulled into the parking lot of R&D’s Place. “See anything you like?” she asked Megan as the car stopped.
In the back seat Grace opened her mouth, and was silenced by the blonde rapidly whipping her head round to glare at her. Megan, meanwhile, gave the lot the onceover…  the pickings weren’t bad. Especially the Aygo parked a few spots away – there was a Land Cruiser as well but the Aygo was less conspicuous.  Megan eyed the Ford Focus close by as an alternate; if one was gone when they came out, it would have to be the other. If they were both gone… hey, cross that bridge.
“Pity we can’t leave her here,” Grace mused as she undid Lucy’s bonds. “You’re not gonna run, are you?”
“I’ll get her if she does,” Blake promised.
“With those legs, I’d bet on it,” Grace cracked.
Lucy didn’t say anything as she got out with the others and headed to the doors, because she knew they had a point. She also kept silent when they entered the restaurant, walking in casually as one, and everyone - customers and staff alike – turned to check them out. All of them. Even Lucy, who couldn’t keep from giving a little gasp at the reaction; she’d never gotten such a mass checking-out before. Even the female bartender was looking at them.
“What? You’re hot,” Megan assured Lucy under her breath as they strode to the nearest table.
“Damn, taken,” one man grumbled, spotting Grace’s hand lingering on Lucy’s ass as they passed. “The blonde might be free…”
“I won’t tell your wife if you don’t,” his friend laughed.
“Welcome to R&D’s, you lovely ladies,” said the waiter who arrived as soon as they seated, Blake looking around the place and nodding – so much better than the San Francisco dive. “You got here just before the rush, perfect timing… what can I do for you?”

“Anything you like, Chuck,” Blake cooed, spotting his nameplate. “Is the food as good as you look?”
“It’s better, ma’am, and thank you.”
“Call me Bridget. You go ahead and order, Lena,” she added, giving Lucy a gentle tap under the table to indicate she meant her.

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“I’ll just have some salad,” Lucy said.
“Gone off meat too, huh?” Grace laughed. “I’ll have the grilled sole with fries.”
“Steak and roast potatoes,” Megan chipped in, rolling her eyes.
“Same here,” Blake said, as every man in the place got the innuendo and thanked their deity of choice.
* * * * * * * * *
“Miss?”
Perfect timing; if there was one area Blake Lively and Grace Park saw eye to eye on, it was that they hated being interrupted during meals. Swallowing the last of her fish, the hacker sat back and let out a tiny burp before glancing up and smiling – it was the place’s waitress.
“Hi, Jennifer,” Grace said, doing the nameplate thing. “Great food.”
“Pleased to be of service,” the dark-skinned young woman replied. “Chuck’s shift ended, so I’ll take care of the rest of your meal…”
“No, actually we should be going,” Megan replied, pretending she wasn’t checking out Jennifer’s body.
“I got this,” Blake said. “Do you take cards?”
“Cash only, I’m afraid.”
“It was worth a try…”
“Oh, by the way, is that blue-green Chevy out there yours?”
All four ladies started. “Yeah… why?” Megan asked.
“We’ve had a little trouble with vandals,” Jennifer explained. “People breaking into cars and so forth – I saw someone hanging around it a few moments ago...”
This was not good. And from where they were sitting they couldn’t see it outside. And to make matters worse, they’d have to leave in the same damn car – still, it wasn’t like they still couldn’t lose their ride somewhere else.
“Here you go, ma’am,” Blake said briskly, giving Jennifer the rest of her money. “Keep the change…”
“Why, thank you!” But Jennifer’s words fell on deaf and rapidly leaving ears.
“ALL of it?!?” Megan spluttered, glaring at Blake as they headed out as rapid-casual as they dared. “What are we going to do for the rest of the trip?”
“That might not be a problem,” Lucy told her.
“What the hell are you talking ab…”

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Megan’s voice tailed off as she saw what Lucy meant. There was the Chevy, untouched by vandals but with someone hanging around it… four someones, in fact. Two for each of the police cars near it. And each one with a gun aimed right at them.
“I saw your picture, you blonde bitch!” the bartender shouted from behind them.
Said blonde bitch glanced back to glare at the bartender, standing in the doorway with the waitress.
“You were the only one they got something on from that big bank robbery – I *knew* I recognised you from somewhere… the cops told Jenny here to get you to come outside…”
“Told you; always had bad luck with women,” Blake whispered.
“Let the hostage go and raise your hands,” one of the cops… who were indeed all women… ordered them, and Lucy broke into a run towards the cops as if she hadn’t enjoyed being fucked by three of her captors. Which she would never admit she had, except in her dreams.
Reaching for the sky, Grace, Megan AND Blake moaned “Oh, crap.”
* * * * * * * * *
In between catching up on paperwork, keeping tabs on other cases and – sigh – making coffee and even going out for some donuts because Billings down the hall had run out, Tammin had almost gotten blisters on her feet from all the running around she was doing. The fact that her mind kept returning to R.M. Housing, and its gorgeous boss, didn’t help; the young agent persuaded herself that it was all professional, but her moistened panties kept telling her a different story. The beautiful receptionist wasn’t calming her down either, but maybe her e-mails would…
The phone went on, and as she answered Tammin shoved Monica Bellucci’s curves as far to the back of her mind as she could. “Sursok?”
“Hi! It’s Andrea Datzman from Verizon… you asked us for details on Ashley Benson and Troian Bellisario – covering the same period as Hayden Panettiere, I understand...”
“Shoot.”
“Troian used her phone to send two text messages to Hayden, one at 11:54AM and another at 7:38PM. No replies, and nothing from Hayden to her or anyone since then.”
“And Ashley Benson?”
“Well, this morning at 8:13AM she received a message from a number we have registered to Rhona Mitra.”
Tammin came very close to dropping the phone; there could have been an earthquake and she wouldn’t have felt more unsteady. “Did you say Rhona Mitra?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s only in Ashley Benson’s records? Not Hayden’s? Not Troian’s?”
“Not in either of them.”
Tammin’s head was swimming. There was no way they could know what any of the messages said, of course, so they could all just be shooting the breeze… but…

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“The details have been sent to your address, Agent Sursok,” Miss Datzman continued. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“If this pans out, we’ll certainly be in touch again. Thank you VERY much…”
“Not at all. Bye.”
“Goodbye.” Tammin hung up, turning it over in her head before getting up to head to Jessica’s office. They were definitely starting to get somewhere…
* * * * * * * * * *
Olivia Wilde always got a little thrill out of telling people she worked for Global Financial Bank, even though a) it was a bank and not a huge multinational conglomerate, and b) she was in customer services. “Not THAT kind,” she had had to tell guys in bars on more than one occasion, wishing that they’d thought up another name.
The gorgeous black-haired woman with the piercing blue eyes had more prosaic matters on her plate this morning, as she bid a worried chequing customer goodbye and turned her mind to the next person. Though this one, a very pretty girl some years younger than her, looked less like she was climbing the walls than the other one, Olivia could still tell she had something to get off her chest.
“So, miss, what can we do for you at Global?” she asked cheerfully.
The young blonde gave Olivia a half-smile. “It’s kind of funny – not the kind of thing you’d expect to bring up…”
“We can clear it up whatever it is.”

“It’s my account,” the blonde continued. “I went to make a withdrawal last night because I had to pick up a few things, and…”
“And it was overdrawn?”
“Not at all. In fact, there was like…” The blonde looked around nervously before taking a balance slip out of her bag and handing it to Olivia. “That much.”
Olivia studied it and whistled. “Eight hundred thousand? How is that a problem, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I make a decent living, but I know I haven’t got that much saved up. My last balance was about… hang on, I’ve got a statement here…  just around $11000. Here, have a look.”
Olivia looked at it. “And you haven’t made any…”

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“I know I’m a blonde but I’m not stupid!” she snapped, before recovering herself. “Sorry, sorry… I know you’re just trying to help. I just want to get MY money, no one else’s.”
Olivia nodded. “Well, I will have a look into this for you and as soon as we can get it cleared up we’ll let you know. In the meantime, stick with what you’ve got and thank you for letting us know.”
“I will,” said Jennifer Lawrence. “And thank you.”
* * * * * * * * *
Shay Mitchell was not a happy bunny.
First of all, it was her turn to drive and she was always a little nervous behind the wheel. Second, they had put a lot of distance between themselves and San Francisco but there was a long way to go before they hit the Nevada border; they’d made it to Contra Costa County, but it would be time for them to stop before long and either put some more gas in this thing or dump it. Third was the idea of going through Nevada; Shay’s family had had a rough time with some very nasty types in that state, and anyone spotted there was fair game. 
Fourth, Ford Escorts didn’t have as much space as she’d hoped. And since JoAnna Garcia was the hostage, she got to lie down and stretch while Shay put the driver’s seat back as far as she could.
“You CAN go a little faster, you know,” Emma Roberts urged her.
“And get the eye of the cops?”
“You see any around here? C’mon, live a little…”
Shay had to admit it was pretty open and suburban where they were, but the whole point of cops and speedtraps was that they were hidden.
“If I speed it up, can you promise me something?”
“Anything for you, my sweet,” Emma cooed, batting her eyelashes.
“One, don’t do that again,” Shay laughed. “It’s embarrassing. Two, can we change direction before the border? It’s not safe for me in Nevada.”
“And where would it be safe for either of us?” the safecracker pointed out.
Shay let that sink in as the wagon kept going, the turf becoming more town-like and justifying her keeping the speed down.
“Um… guys?” JoAnna piped up. “I gotta go.”
“AGAIN?!?” Emma and Shay asked.
“But you just went an hour ago!” Emma added.
“I was very thirsty and I got the worst bladder on the West Coast, okay?” the redhead argued. “I promise I’m not gonna run off – just find somewhere…”

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“We’re not stopping till it’s lunchtime,” Shay told her.
“Please…” JoAnna begged. “I don’t know how long I can hold it for. You want the money to smell like… you know?”
The two robbers glanced at each other; Shay pulled the wagon into a side street, where there were a couple of trashcans. “Can you make it fast?” she pleaded.
JoAnna indicated her bound legs, and Emma started to undo them.
* * * * * * * * *
“This is where I came in,” JoAnna said ruefully as Shay re-tied her bonds with Emma behind the wheel.
“It’s only until the state line,” the dusky criminal told her.
JoAnna nodded.  “At least I know you’re telling the truth this time... or are you telling the truth?”
“I lied to you before because I had to. Because Rhona wouldn’t make our lives worth living if we didn’t.”
“Who’s Rhona?”
“She’s the reason we’re in this in the first place,” Emma said bitterly, gritting her teeth as they came to a stop sign.  “She called us together and hung our asses out to dry.”
“She sounds like a… a…”
“The word you’re looking for is ‘bitch,’” Shay told her. “Your mouth won’t look any less sweet if the odd bad word comes out.”
JoAnna blushed and Shay smiled; she was getting on to something there. The hostage saw the look in Shay’s eyes and immediately got the right idea. It was that time in the bank all over again, and as the car started up this time she was in no position to push her away.
“Look… you’re a lovely girl, and I really would have gone down to the vault instead of you, but I was drunk that night in college…”
“Did you hate it that time?”
“I was young, I was out of it…”
“But did you hate it?”
JoAnna looked into Shay’s big brown eyes, and shook her head.
“Keep looking at me and tell me you haven’t once thought about me the way… the way I’ve thought about you. Tell me, and I’ll never bother you again.”

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JoAnna opened her mouth to tell Shay, and paused. She let her eyes go down Shay’s long, beautiful body and back up again, and tried to tell herself that if her hands were free they’d be going for the door. She really did.
Instead she leaned in towards Shay and kissed her right on the lips, their tongues intertwining. Shay’s fingers went for the ropes again, undoing the ones around her hands quickly before she broke off and slid down JoAnna, rapidly removing the cords on her feet. Her hands moved up the teller’s legs, moving under her dress and gripping the panties.
“I am so glad you don’t have a cock this time…” JoAnna gasped as Shay pulled the panties down and lifted the teller’s dress up, exposing her beautiful legs and nice, trimmed box.
“Come again?” Shay asked.
“I’ll tell you later…” she groaned, shoving Shay’s head down.
“Hate to interrupt, but we’re out of gas,” Emma told them, thanking the heavens as she drove it into an alley. “Can you two hold off until I can get another…”
The sounds of JoAnna Garcia gasping and Shay Mitchell lapping away gave her her answer as she got out of the car. Having twice fucked Shay, she had a feeling they’d still be at it when she got back even if she took more time than they had… Emma reached under her shirt and unclasped her bra. She wasn’t comfortable stealing a car in broad daylight AND fully dressed, but if needs must. Plus her little boob-supporter (like she needed it with her perky upper set) was a tool for this job.
While Emma tore away at the fabric, Shay was tearing away at JoAnna’s clothes; they flew off her as her mouth munched and licked on the woman’s snatch. JoAnna’s pussy was soaking – Shay’s tongue could have stayed inside her forever, teasing her and doing her level best to turn her. Shay’s long fingers were soon roaming her colleague’s breasts; the redhead was on the verge of screaming from her friend’s touch.
“Donnnnnt….” JoAnna moaned as she felt Shay’s tongue move away from her snatch and her head move back up. Soon her friend’s lovely face was nestled on JoAnna’s breasts, suckling on each glass-cutter nipple; JoAnna’s hands, finally free, slid around and down the fake teller’s body, cupping a soft female ass for the first time since college. She stroked Shay’s round, smooth cheeks and kissed the top of the darker girl’s head, pressing a finger into Shay’s asshole.
With Shay’s larger breasts resting on JoAnna’s, the two kissed again, Shay rubbing her friend with her legs. “Shay… this is gonna sound weird, but… I really want to… to…”
“You want to eat my ass?” the girl replied knowingly.
“Jason keeps asking me to,” JoAnna said, in between kissing Shay’s tits, “but he’s too hairy and I never really wanted to anyway. But you… every time you walked away from me at work…”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Shay answered, and turned herself around.
JoAnna kissed the small of Shay’s back and traced her fingers along her thighs before she clutched Shay’s ass. She never came as close to coming on the spot as she did when she placed her tongue on

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Shay Mitchell’s sexy little back door; she dabbed it and kissed it and probed it, her fingers fondling as much of her lover as she could. Shay’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed JoAnna’s mouth working that ass as if it was her cunt; she was trying to keep from orgasming right there but it was hard… if this really was the first time JoAnna Garcia had done this (and there was no reason to believe it wasn’t), she was a natural. JoAnna’s tongue was excavating her, cleaning her so thoroughly that Shay almost wished they didn’t have to let her go – she almost made Emma seem as if she hated doing it.
Their lovely bodies moved together in the back of the wagon, neither of them aware of the two boys in the building on their side who had a perfect view of the show they were putting on, and who had forgotten all about “Transformer Prime.” But not about the strange feelings they were having.
* * * * * * * * *
Abandoning the destroyed bra, Emma held the wire as she scanned the road. It had to be one of the cars out here because the longer she left them back there the more dangerous it was. Also, she wasn’t from around here and getting lost would be a killer…
YES! An actual station wagon. It looked like it had a few years on it, but it would be enough for them to get into the next county. Plus there’d be room for Shay to bang that hot teller if she ever broke her down… and for Emma to bang that hot teller WHEN Shay broke her down. Miss Roberts hadn’t missed the looks between them, and she knew it was just a matter of time.
First things first – Emma put the freed end of the wire into the lock, and a few moments later she was inside. She wasn’t as fast as stealing cars as Megan, but she knew how to work mechanisms just as much as the tattooed lady did; within seconds she was heading down the street in the wagon.
What was that old song the woman who’d taken her cherry kept playing while they fucked? It really fit right now – “Hold on,” Emma started singing. “I’m coming…”

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So was Shay; her hands were on the headrests of the front seats as JoAnna’s mouth moved from the other lady’s back entrance to the front.
For the second time in her life, her tongue entered another woman’s pussy – and JoAnna’s own exploded. Shay had tasted sweet in her dream, but this… oh boy, it was like ambrosia or something. As nice as sucking cock was, this was on a whole ‘nother level (JoAnna fleetingly wondered if Jason had ever gobbled another guy…  then she decided to never ask him. He’d never asked her if she’d done a girl, after all). JoAnna flicked and tasted every part of Shay’s garden, wanting to suck the gorgeous button until the end of time.
With her hands fondling Shay’s rack, it was hard to tell who felt happiest; Shay, JoAnna, or the two boys lost in their free show. For one, it was a doorway to a whole new world; for the other, it was confirmation that he NEVER wanted to see anything like the maagzines he’d found in his big brother’s room. Naked girls > naked men any day.
The woman next door could also see JoAnna Garcia and Shay Mitchell in the throes of passion; and she wasn’t so happy. She had been shocked, in fact. Shocked enough to ring up the police and tell

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them that there were two women fucking (not in those words) right out there in public and to get them out of her sight…
And had Emma Roberts known that the man who owned the station wagon had seen her leaving, and been lucky enough to accost a patrol car very shortly afterwards, she wouldn’t have been happy either.
Especially as she arrived with the wagon at EXACTLY the same time the first cops did.
The boys would never forgive the policemen for ruining everything. Ever.
* * * * * * * * *
“Beverley? Come in here, please.”
Jessica sat back after buzzing Miss Mitchell and counted off “One… two… three….”
Right on cue, Beverley entered. Closing the door, she began to unbutton her top.
“Not now,” the director told her, sounding less regretful than she felt. “This is work related. Tammin Sursok…”
“Who?”
Jessica sighed. “BJ believes it might be worth bringing in Troian Bellisario again for some more questioning.  I’m sure Bell would love another shot at her.”
“I saw her, and I just bet she would.”
“Anyway, send word out to all the relevant places. The sooner she comes in the better.”
“Can’t BJ just call her up at work?”
“She hasn’t shown up there for two days, and none of her colleagues have heard from her. Her family can’t put in a missing persons report yet, but that doesn’t mean the power of the Feds can’t look into it. We’ve got a picture of her from our meeting on Tuesday,” Jessica added, handing Beverly a printout. “Get on it, and when you get anything let me and BJ know.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Beverley said shyly, and curtseyed before leaving.
Jessica sat back in her chair and tapped the table top. She wouldn’t have minded another shot at Troian herself – she most definitely did NOT have a flat ass.
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Rhona Mitra always found it ironically amusing that while the big things went smoothly, the little things always hit a snag. The Union Bank robbery? All according to plan. Her deals with people in other countries? Right on target. But could she find a parking space in San Francisco when she needed it? No. Was her favourite newspaper out of stock? Indeed. And were her stockings running?
This was one of the few reasons Rhona was jealous of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. As she buzzed the door of her Twin Peaks mansion using the code to let those inside know it was her, she reflected on