Despite no-one living in it, the apartment was neat and well-furnished, with a wide-screen TV affixed to the wall opposite a comfy couch. Next to the window was a desk, from which you could look out into the street below and in the bedroom was made-up bed. It had seen plenty of use as the members of the A-team had practiced their anal technique on a succession of hired girl on girl escorts and later on, as they quickly grew in confidence, a series of one-night stands from lesbian clubs. Melissa smiled as she looked at the bed reminiscing, glancing up at the hidden cameras. It had been an important part of their team bonding, the four of them watching the videos and critiquing each other's positions and tips for improvement.
Now it was for real the practice was paying off. Melissa Hastings took a step back into the main room and to the wall to the side. There were two photos up there, on each with a carved a into the little wooden plaque, embedded into the gold-coloured frames; the first reading Ashley Marin butt fucked' and the second 'Hanna Marin butt fucked.' Melissa smiled as she looked at the photos, Ashley was on her hands and knees and Hanna bent over, and in positions that concealed their faces so you would need to know it was them to recognise either. But what both had in common were their wide gaping assholes, the results of a hard lesbian anal pounding.
The thought of it made Melissa hot; that was what the A-team had been formed to do, to bang and dominate the assholes of cute fuckholes and made them dyke sluts. Even the name was a play on that, A for Anal.
"Admiring our work?"
Melissa turned at the words. Behind stood Alison DiLaurentis, the blonde teen grinning, perhaps smugly. Melissa nodded, "You really banged Ashley open. That's a Mom who's been dyke-banged."
Alison grinned wider, "What can I say? I just let my natural passions come into play and talked her onto to my toy."
Melissa smiled back and nodded. To think a couple of years ago, before the team was formed, she had hated Alison, thinking the younger girl was a manipulative, selfish control freak. She still thought that, of course, but these were skills that were needed to dominate the buttholes of the sexy Rosewood women the A-team were planning to anally nail. And there was more to Alison than that, she was smart and funny and with a deep sense of loyalty to her friends in the team. "I'll have to enjoy her sometime."
"Just say the word and she's yours," Alison replied; the A-team were a team that shared and worked together as friends.
"I'm going to take you up on that and with Hanna as well."
"What about Hanna?" Mona came in from the kitchen with a tray with three coffees and a plate of cookie.
"Melissa was just talking about getting a piece of her ass," Alison explained, taking a coffee, but declining a cookie.
"Oh do," grinned Mona, "From my experience yesterday I can tell you it was worth it, Han is a complete anal loving dyke, with an asshole to die for and as a bonus her cunt-licking is also first rate."
"I can see from the pictures that you had a good time." The A-Team were like the musketeers - all for one and one for all. The four analisers, Melissa smiled at the analogy, even if tonight there were only three of them - the team leader couldn't make it, though she had told Melissa she had every confidence in her and the plan when they'd spoken earlier.
"And it's your turn tonight," grinned Mona. She led the three of them over to the table where her laptop was sitting open and running. "I'll run tech support from here with Ali."
"You want to go over the plan again?" asked Alison. She took a seat at the table, Melissa joining her and Mona sitting opposite them and beside her laptop. Alison took a sip of her coffee, "Emily's coming back from swimming practice. As she passes Miller's Peak Mona uses her techie whizzie skills to disable the car's electronics and block her cell."
"I'll kill the car at one point one kilometres from Miller's Peak exactly," Mona took up the narrative, "I estimate, based on the normal time the meet finishes, that will be at ten past seven; you don't want to be too late in case another good Samaritan comes along..."
"I'll pull over and act surprised," Melissa confirmed...
The three of them continued to go through the plan for Melissa to butt fuck Emily Fields.
*
"What?" Emily started in confusion as with no warning all the electronics in her car - lights, radio, everything, shut down. It was lucky she wasn't going fast as she coasted into the side of the road. Once the car was halted she turned the ignition off and then on again, hoping to hear the satisfying thrum of the engine restarting. There was silence, not even the click-click of an indicator or the blink-blink of her hazard warning lights. She tried again, still no result. That was great, she thought, at least the breakdown had happened after the meet rather than before, though why couldn't it have happened on a more widely used road. She pulled out her cell. Things were getting worse, she decided as she looked at the screen displaying the no signal sign. She looked out of the car and up at the sky, the clouds were starting to darken, but she hoped that was night coming on rather than rain. But she couldn't stay here all evening, with luck it was only a small dead zone and a short walk to somewhere her cell would work.
She grabbed her rucksack with her swimming things and purse, slinging it over her shoulder and closed the car door behind her. From force of habit after a couple of steps she turned and pressed her key-stub, momentarily being surprised not to hear the familiar chirp-chirp of the car locking. "Well if anyone tries to steal you they're not going to get far," she said to the broken down car and turned and walked down the road.
She'd gone less than a hundred yards when she heard the sound of a car behind her; she half turned wondering whether she should flag it down or whether it was better and safer to carry on walking. The car passed her and then came gently to a stop about forty yards in front. Emily slowed down, not quiet walking backwards, but certainly not moving forward at pace. Then she recognised the car almost at the same time as the door opened and a familiar voice said, "Emily? Is that you?"
"Hi Melissa," Emily walked quickly towards her friend's sister, "My car broke down and my cell's not working. I was just trying to find somewhere with better reception."
"It's terrible along this road," agreed Melissa. "I thought I saw a car back there; what's the problem? Can I help?"
"I think it's a garage thing, all the electrics just went," said the teen.
"Yes, that sounds like a call-out," Melissa said. She looked up at the sky, which was rapidly darkening, "Look, I was just going to stay at my parent's cabin by the lake for the evening and do some work in the peace and quiet; there's a landline in there we can use to call the local garage."
"You don't mind?" asked Emily.
"No, I'd be worried about leaving you out here anyway and what if it rains?" Melissa smiled and pointed to the passenger side, "Get in and we'll give the garage a call when we get to the cabin."
*
In the A-team lair the phone rang. Alison paused for a second before answering, waiting for Mona's nod. "Hello, Team A Motors, can I help?" her voice sounded the same to her, but she knew that Mona was putting a slight disruption on the line, an echo which would distort it enough to make it unrecognisable.
"Hi my name's Emily Fields," Alison had heard the voice on the other end of the phone so often that even if she hadn't been expecting her to call the name would still have been superfluous. "My car's broken down just outside Miller's Peak, I was hoping for a mechanic to come out."
"Sorry, dearie," Alison said, smiling at Mona, sitting by the laptop, "both our tow trucks are on out of state jobs at the moment. The earliest we can get someone there is tomorrow morning."
There was a very uncharacteristic oath from Emily, admittedly so quietly under her breath it was barely audible. "You sure they can't come earlier?"
"Yes dearie," Alison smiled as she said it, Melissa would be in for a treat tonight she was sure. "Six alright for you, we can make it seven."
"Six will be fine," said Emily in resignation.
*
Melissa was sitting on the couch, her legs drawn up under her, reading a thick sheaf of documents as Emily came back in. She looked up at the teen, "Are they coming out?"
"Do you have a number for a cab?" asked Emily, she put down the card with garage number that Melissa had given and then stared down at it as if magically it would turn into the number for a taxi.
Melissa put down her papers on the little table next to her, "Problem?"
"They can't come until tomorrow. I'll have to get a cab home and sweet talk my Mom to driving me to my car in the morning..."
"That's silly; it'll take at least an hour for a cab to get here and it'll cost you a fortune to get back to Rosewood. It's at least a forty minute drive."
"I can't stay here..."
"Of course you can," Melissa smiled, "There's a spare bedroom, towels in the cupboard, plenty of milk in the fridge, even a choice of cereals."
