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Everyone calls Alexa Chains a boss, and she lives up to it. She has clients around the world, speaks two languages and is busy learning three more. Japanese is the toughest, so she books a private tutor, Marica Hase. The moment Marica walks in wearing her glasses and a crisp white shirt, Alexa cannot focus on a single word of grammar.
Marica starts with polite phrases. Alexa wants to know how to say someone is cute, and the flirting in both languages goes back and forth until Marica is blushing and smiling at her. Alexa kneels, slides Marica's skirt up and licks her slowly through her torn stockings while Marica gasps and pulls her closer. Then Alexa stands, drops her dress and reveals a strap-on already in place. She takes Marica over the desk, on the sofa and every way in between, and the two women finish scissoring, clit to clit.
Marica Hase is the strictest guard on the block, and she loves it: strutting past the bars, dangling her keys and reminding her inmates exactly who is in charge. Aiden Starr, Alexa Chains, Isabella Nice, Lana Violet and Misty Stone have had enough of her power trips. They have also noticed the way she lingers outside their cell.
One day Marica drops the keys. The door swings open, and for a moment everyone freezes. Then Marica smiles, steps inside, and lets the tables turn. This is the fantasy she has been hiding behind the uniform. The five inmates strip her down and take turns with their strap-ons, and Marica gives herself over to every one of them, mouth, pussy and ass, in a relentless, sweaty, all-out lesbian gangbang.
Marica Hase has been Lana Violet's best friend forever, so of course Lana is maid of honor, and of course she's in charge of the bachelorette party. She has hired a stripper, and not just any stripper: her gorgeous ex, Darcie Dolce, who she still hooks up with on the regular. Lana has one burning question, and Darcie is going to help her answer it. Is the bride really straight?
Marica is in a white slip and a delicate veil, champagne in hand, when Darcie struts in, all lingerie and tattoos, and begins a slow, grinding lap dance. Marica blushes, giggles and protests, softly, but Darcie is very good at her job, Lana is whispering encouragement in her ear, and the bride's hands keep finding their way to Darcie's hips.
Soon the slip is gone and Marica is discovering that she is at least half a lesbian. She kisses them both, licks Darcie with surprising skill and rides Lana's face while Darcie devours her from behind, the three of them swapping positions across the couch until the bride is shaking. After all, it's not gay if it's a three-way.
Will the bride still say I do after a bachelorette party like this?
Dana DeArmond is a world-traveling executive and a self-described massage connoisseur. Everywhere she goes, she books a session with the best local talent. This time she has booked Marica Hase, a shy, petite masseuse who has just started with the service.
As warm oil drips over Dana's body, Marica's skilled fingers glide over her skin, and the chemistry is impossible to ignore. Dana tells Marica she does not have to do anything she does not want to. Marica smiles and admits she wants to. She dives between Dana's legs, and Dana returns the favor, pinning her to the table. Their oily bodies grind until they scissor to a trembling climax.
Will Dana ever book another masseuse once she has had Marica?
Lana Violet's husband is a well-known politician in serious trouble, and Lana will do anything to understand what really happened. She tracks down Marica Hase, a consulate worker who saw something she should not have, and shows up at her door to hear her side.
Marica makes it clear that nothing Lana says or does will change what she tells the court. Lana accepts that, but the two keep talking, and the attraction between them is impossible to miss. Lana has never been with a woman, and Marica asks whether she wants to find out. She does. Soon the two are fingering each other, riding faces, sixty-nining and scissoring right on Marica's couch. Some things have nothing to do with the case.
Did Lana come for answers, or was Marica the truth all along?
