anonymous
11-01-2007, 02:02 PM
Girls Don't Cry
Anynom
Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home.
Enjoy
It was a night unlike any Hillary Swank could possibly have
imagined One would think
that she would be used to award shows by now and even used to
winning awards. But this was
different. This was the Oscars, the big one, the ultimate show and
she was center stage. For the
hundredth time, she looked down on the award in her hands, touching
it as if afraid it'd vanish
from
her grip. Best Actress. Two years ago she was slumming on "90210"
and now she'd won the
Oscar for the best performance of the year, a choice that almost
every critic around had agreed
with. And all she'd had to do was act like a guy.
She couldn't believe this night. A dream capped off by the most
coveted award around.
Hearing her name had been the greatest moment of her life and she
knew that she was now a
name in this town. Future projects could wait, for right now, she
was enjoying the night of parties
and being the main catch of every photographer. This was incredible,
meeting and talking with
people who wouldn't have given her the time of day a few years ago.
Taking that role had meant
more than Hillary could have imagined and she was enjoying every
minute of it.
She finally managed to break away from the huge after-party
crowd and made her way to
the back of the room, where she could catch her breath. She shook
her head, trying to come to
grips with all this and settle things in her head.
"Wild as hell, huh?" Hillary turned to see the other winning
actress of the evening before
her. Angelina Jolie wore a ink-black skintight outfit that matched
her long black hair, a smile on
her pouty lips and her Best Supporting Actress Oscar in her hands.
She looked at Hillary, in her
glamorous dress, her short brown hair in an excellent cut. "Better
than I thought it'd be."
"Tell me about it," Hillary said. "It's one thing to be the
favorite, but actually winning...."
"I know," Angelina nodded. "I mean, no matter what we do for
the rest of our lives, no
matter how many bombs we make, our obituaries are going to read
'Oscar-winning actress' and
they can't take that away from us."
"I wouldn't have quite put it that way," Hillary said, a little
nervous. She didn't know
Angelina well. She'd been impressed by "Girl Interrupted" and had
been rooting for Angelina to
win, but her reputation for knives and wild antics put the more
conservative Hillary a bit off. Still,
she was one of the few people around who really knew how Hillary
felt right now and she felt like
talking to someone at the moment. "So, where's your brother?"
"Out mingling," Angelina said. "He gets such a kick out of
these things. That's why I
bring him around."
"Really?" Hillary said. "Um, don't take this the wrong way but
I have heard a few rumors
about the two of you."
Angelina laughed. "Oh, yeah, 'Jon Voight's incest duo!' No,
trust me, I love him as my
brother, nothing more."
"Always good to hear," Hillary said. She glanced down at her
Oscar. "It's heavier than I'd
thought it'd be."
"Can I hold it?" Angelina said. "I've always wondered if
there's a difference between Best
and Supporting."
"Sure," Hillary said, handing it over. "Frankly, I'm just glad
they got them back for us to
hold." She watched as Angelina balanced the two awards in her hands,
grinning at them. "Wow,
you've got a nice set of weights here," she said. "Wonder if Michael
Caine will work out now."
"What, you're already hoping for another one?" Hillary quipped.
"Maybe," Angelina said. "I'd certainly like it. Look at it,
look at the award. It's so bright,
so shiny, so golden, it's so bright and shiny, you can't help but
stare at it, stare at the award, stare
at the bright, shiny award, Hillary. You just keep staring at this
bright award, look at the award,
Hillary, look at the award, at the bright shiny award. Watch the way
it gleams as I turn it, watch
the way the light shines as I turn it, the light, the bright, shiny
light, the bright shiny light. Watch
the light gleam off the award, Hillary and into your eyes, into your
eyes, deep into your eyes.
Watch the light gleam off the award, Hillary, watch the light gleam
off the award and into your
eyes, into your eyes, deep into your eyes, Hillary, the light gleams
deeper and deeper into your
eyes, deeper and deeper into your eyes, deeper and deeper."
Hillary's eyes were glued to the Oscar, her breathing steady as
Angelina slowly moved the
Oscar from side to side, letting the light gleam off of it and into
Hillary's eyes, which were
beginning to glaze slightly. "As you watch the light shine off the
award, Hillary, watch the bright,
shiny light, you realize how tired you are. It's been a long show,
Hillary and a long day and you're
tired now, you're very tired, you're very, very tired. So very
tired, Hillary, so tired now as you
watch the light gleam off the statue and into your eyes, into your
tired, tired eyes, you feel more
and more tired, Hillary, so tired you just want to close your eyes.
Close your eyes, Hillary, close
your tired, tired eyes and let yourself sleep. Sleep, Hillary, a
nice, deep sleep. Sleep."
Hillary's eyes fluttered closed and her head slumped forward
before the delighted
Angelina. She honestly didn't know if this would work but she was
happy it did. She had long had
an eye on Hillary, thinking her truly gorgeous and was so happy when
she had won. Angelina was
in the mood for celebrating tonight and she intended to help Hillary
enjoy it too. "Hillary, I want
you to listen to me very carefully. You are asleep, but you can hear
everything I say and will obey
it. You will want to obey what I say, Hillary, you will want to
listen to what I have to say and do
what I say, do you understand?"
"Yes," Hillary whispered.
"Good. Now, Hillary, in a moment, I'm going to touch your
forehead. When I do, you will
wake up. You will not remember being asleep but you will feel the
overwhelming urge to leave
the party. You will want to go back to your hotel immediately and
you will want to go back as
soon as possible. You will tell your husband to stay here while you
go back. You will want to go
back alone, Hillary, just yourself. Also, should you hear my voice
say the words, 'Oscar shine,'
you will fall asleep again and listen to what I have to say. Do you
understand everything I've just
said?"
"Yes," Hillary said after a pause. Nodding, Angelina moved up
her hand and touched
Hillary's forehead, watching the actress blink her eyes open. "Here
you go," Angelina said,
handing Hillary back her Oscar.
"Thanks," Hillary said, a little distracted. She moved off into
the crowd, leaving behind a
large smile on Angelina's face.
Hillary made her way to the crowd and grabbed the arm of Chad
Lowe. "Hey, hon? I was
thinking of going back to the hotel."
"Really? It's so early," Chad said, furrowing his brow as he
looked at his wife.
"I know, but it's been a crazy day. Hey, if you want, you can
stay here as long as you like,
okay? Mingle with the big guys."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, you have a good time, okay?" Hillary moved
off and made her way
through the crowd, taking a back way one of the waiters had told her
about to avoid massive
mobs of photographers and fans. She managed to get into a stretch
limo and sigh loud. She
looked up and gasped as she saw Angelina sitting across from her.
Before Hillary could say
anything, Angelina spoke. "Oscar shine." Hillary felt her eyes shut
and her world fade away as
Angelina began to softly speak to her......
The door to the hotel suite opened and Hillary and Angelina
moved into the room. They
were kissing each other hard, their hands roaming over each other,
Oscars still held. They broke
off long enough to move to the bed and start undressing. As she did,
Angelina was amazed at how
well she'd done. She talked to the entranced Hillary in the limo,
turning her passions on high,
lowering her inhabitation to the point where she'd be more than
willing to make love to anyone,
no matter who. Angelina could see her commands taking hold as
Hillary's body was revealed. She
was quite attractive, the necklace around her throat slumping
towards her nice chest, the nipples
on her pert breasts hard, the bush in between her long legs already
wet. Looking at that body,
Angelina was more impressed by Hillary's convincing portrayal of a
boy. That was one job she
doubted she could do.
Angelina undressed as well and stood before Hillary, her full
breasts hanging nicely, her
tattoos prominently displayed, her black hair reaching down her back
as she moved forward and
kissed Hillary again. The two fell onto the bed, rolling about and
kissing, with Angelina coming
on top. She set herself onto Hillary, kissing her hard as she ran
her hands down Hillary's thin
body. Angelina's large breasts pushed against Hillary's chest as her
fingers slid down to the snatch
between her long legs. Angelina slowly pushed a pair of fingers into
Hillary's pussy and the
entranced actress stiffened underneath her as she felt her pussy
being tickled. Angelina worked
two fingers into Hillary's lips, sliding them in and out with
expertise, working herself into Hillary.
Hillary moaned and withered on the bed. She reached up for the
closest thing she could find and
her hands found Angelina's large breasts. Hillary rubbed at the
breasts and brought one to her
mouth, putting her lips around the nipple and suckling on it. This
just turned Angelina on more
and her finger-fucking began to take off, her fingers working
further into Hillary, who continued
to suck and knead Angelina's breasts. Finally, Hillary shuddered and
came onto Angelina's hand,
nearly biting the nipple off in the process.
Her hand streaked with cum, her breasts aching in pleasure,
Angelina broke away and
moved onto her back. "Eat me out, Hillary," she whispered. "Come on,
eat me out." Hillary was
eager to please and moved her face in between Angelina's legs, the
thighs clamping around her
head to pull her in close. Hillary immediately went to work, her
tongue flicking in and out of
Angelina's pussy, her hands moving back up to Angelina's tits,
kneading them as she licked away
at the dark-haired pussy. Angelina groaned as she felt Hillary go at
her, her hands running through
the short dark hair, pushing her in further. Given how turned on
Angelina had been fingering
Hillary and how Hillary was kneading her breasts as she ate her out,
it wasn't surprising Angelina
was soon coming, her juices flicking onto Hillary's face.
The two Oscar winners made love for another hour, Angelina
getting to taste Hillary's
sweet pussy before they finally stopped. Angelina cleaned Hillary up
the best she could and put
her to bed. Dressing, Angelina spoke to the sleeping Hillary.
"Hillary, when you hear the door
close, you will fall into a deep, deep sleep. When you awaken, you
will not remember anything of
what has happened here but you will feel incredibly aroused when you
awake. So aroused that
you will want to make love to your husband as soon as possible. As
soon as you awake, Hillary,
you will want to make love to Chad. Remember that but nothing else."
Angelina moved swiftly
towards the door, picking up her Oscar (double-checking to make sure
it was hers) before
leaving.
Angelina sighed and leaned against the elevator walls, so happy
to be alive. This was a
night she was never going to forget. She made her way through the
quiet lobby and her grin
became wider when she saw Chad Lowe enter. He appeared surprised to
see her and stopped
before her. "Angelina? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just visiting a friend, showing her my award," Angelina
said. "Where's your wife?"
"Probably here. She's probably worn out from today."
You don't know the half of it, Angelina thought but said.
"Well, give her my best. Hope to
work with her sometime."
"Thanks," Chad grinned as he walked off. Angelina watched him
go and shook her head.
Chad may not have an award, but by the time Hillary was through with
him, he was definitely
going to feel like a winner.
Anynom
Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home.
Enjoy
It was a night unlike any Hillary Swank could possibly have
imagined One would think
that she would be used to award shows by now and even used to
winning awards. But this was
different. This was the Oscars, the big one, the ultimate show and
she was center stage. For the
hundredth time, she looked down on the award in her hands, touching
it as if afraid it'd vanish
from
her grip. Best Actress. Two years ago she was slumming on "90210"
and now she'd won the
Oscar for the best performance of the year, a choice that almost
every critic around had agreed
with. And all she'd had to do was act like a guy.
She couldn't believe this night. A dream capped off by the most
coveted award around.
Hearing her name had been the greatest moment of her life and she
knew that she was now a
name in this town. Future projects could wait, for right now, she
was enjoying the night of parties
and being the main catch of every photographer. This was incredible,
meeting and talking with
people who wouldn't have given her the time of day a few years ago.
Taking that role had meant
more than Hillary could have imagined and she was enjoying every
minute of it.
She finally managed to break away from the huge after-party
crowd and made her way to
the back of the room, where she could catch her breath. She shook
her head, trying to come to
grips with all this and settle things in her head.
"Wild as hell, huh?" Hillary turned to see the other winning
actress of the evening before
her. Angelina Jolie wore a ink-black skintight outfit that matched
her long black hair, a smile on
her pouty lips and her Best Supporting Actress Oscar in her hands.
She looked at Hillary, in her
glamorous dress, her short brown hair in an excellent cut. "Better
than I thought it'd be."
"Tell me about it," Hillary said. "It's one thing to be the
favorite, but actually winning...."
"I know," Angelina nodded. "I mean, no matter what we do for
the rest of our lives, no
matter how many bombs we make, our obituaries are going to read
'Oscar-winning actress' and
they can't take that away from us."
"I wouldn't have quite put it that way," Hillary said, a little
nervous. She didn't know
Angelina well. She'd been impressed by "Girl Interrupted" and had
been rooting for Angelina to
win, but her reputation for knives and wild antics put the more
conservative Hillary a bit off. Still,
she was one of the few people around who really knew how Hillary
felt right now and she felt like
talking to someone at the moment. "So, where's your brother?"
"Out mingling," Angelina said. "He gets such a kick out of
these things. That's why I
bring him around."
"Really?" Hillary said. "Um, don't take this the wrong way but
I have heard a few rumors
about the two of you."
Angelina laughed. "Oh, yeah, 'Jon Voight's incest duo!' No,
trust me, I love him as my
brother, nothing more."
"Always good to hear," Hillary said. She glanced down at her
Oscar. "It's heavier than I'd
thought it'd be."
"Can I hold it?" Angelina said. "I've always wondered if
there's a difference between Best
and Supporting."
"Sure," Hillary said, handing it over. "Frankly, I'm just glad
they got them back for us to
hold." She watched as Angelina balanced the two awards in her hands,
grinning at them. "Wow,
you've got a nice set of weights here," she said. "Wonder if Michael
Caine will work out now."
"What, you're already hoping for another one?" Hillary quipped.
"Maybe," Angelina said. "I'd certainly like it. Look at it,
look at the award. It's so bright,
so shiny, so golden, it's so bright and shiny, you can't help but
stare at it, stare at the award, stare
at the bright, shiny award, Hillary. You just keep staring at this
bright award, look at the award,
Hillary, look at the award, at the bright shiny award. Watch the way
it gleams as I turn it, watch
the way the light shines as I turn it, the light, the bright, shiny
light, the bright shiny light. Watch
the light gleam off the award, Hillary and into your eyes, into your
eyes, deep into your eyes.
Watch the light gleam off the award, Hillary, watch the light gleam
off the award and into your
eyes, into your eyes, deep into your eyes, Hillary, the light gleams
deeper and deeper into your
eyes, deeper and deeper into your eyes, deeper and deeper."
Hillary's eyes were glued to the Oscar, her breathing steady as
Angelina slowly moved the
Oscar from side to side, letting the light gleam off of it and into
Hillary's eyes, which were
beginning to glaze slightly. "As you watch the light shine off the
award, Hillary, watch the bright,
shiny light, you realize how tired you are. It's been a long show,
Hillary and a long day and you're
tired now, you're very tired, you're very, very tired. So very
tired, Hillary, so tired now as you
watch the light gleam off the statue and into your eyes, into your
tired, tired eyes, you feel more
and more tired, Hillary, so tired you just want to close your eyes.
Close your eyes, Hillary, close
your tired, tired eyes and let yourself sleep. Sleep, Hillary, a
nice, deep sleep. Sleep."
Hillary's eyes fluttered closed and her head slumped forward
before the delighted
Angelina. She honestly didn't know if this would work but she was
happy it did. She had long had
an eye on Hillary, thinking her truly gorgeous and was so happy when
she had won. Angelina was
in the mood for celebrating tonight and she intended to help Hillary
enjoy it too. "Hillary, I want
you to listen to me very carefully. You are asleep, but you can hear
everything I say and will obey
it. You will want to obey what I say, Hillary, you will want to
listen to what I have to say and do
what I say, do you understand?"
"Yes," Hillary whispered.
"Good. Now, Hillary, in a moment, I'm going to touch your
forehead. When I do, you will
wake up. You will not remember being asleep but you will feel the
overwhelming urge to leave
the party. You will want to go back to your hotel immediately and
you will want to go back as
soon as possible. You will tell your husband to stay here while you
go back. You will want to go
back alone, Hillary, just yourself. Also, should you hear my voice
say the words, 'Oscar shine,'
you will fall asleep again and listen to what I have to say. Do you
understand everything I've just
said?"
"Yes," Hillary said after a pause. Nodding, Angelina moved up
her hand and touched
Hillary's forehead, watching the actress blink her eyes open. "Here
you go," Angelina said,
handing Hillary back her Oscar.
"Thanks," Hillary said, a little distracted. She moved off into
the crowd, leaving behind a
large smile on Angelina's face.
Hillary made her way to the crowd and grabbed the arm of Chad
Lowe. "Hey, hon? I was
thinking of going back to the hotel."
"Really? It's so early," Chad said, furrowing his brow as he
looked at his wife.
"I know, but it's been a crazy day. Hey, if you want, you can
stay here as long as you like,
okay? Mingle with the big guys."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, you have a good time, okay?" Hillary moved
off and made her way
through the crowd, taking a back way one of the waiters had told her
about to avoid massive
mobs of photographers and fans. She managed to get into a stretch
limo and sigh loud. She
looked up and gasped as she saw Angelina sitting across from her.
Before Hillary could say
anything, Angelina spoke. "Oscar shine." Hillary felt her eyes shut
and her world fade away as
Angelina began to softly speak to her......
The door to the hotel suite opened and Hillary and Angelina
moved into the room. They
were kissing each other hard, their hands roaming over each other,
Oscars still held. They broke
off long enough to move to the bed and start undressing. As she did,
Angelina was amazed at how
well she'd done. She talked to the entranced Hillary in the limo,
turning her passions on high,
lowering her inhabitation to the point where she'd be more than
willing to make love to anyone,
no matter who. Angelina could see her commands taking hold as
Hillary's body was revealed. She
was quite attractive, the necklace around her throat slumping
towards her nice chest, the nipples
on her pert breasts hard, the bush in between her long legs already
wet. Looking at that body,
Angelina was more impressed by Hillary's convincing portrayal of a
boy. That was one job she
doubted she could do.
Angelina undressed as well and stood before Hillary, her full
breasts hanging nicely, her
tattoos prominently displayed, her black hair reaching down her back
as she moved forward and
kissed Hillary again. The two fell onto the bed, rolling about and
kissing, with Angelina coming
on top. She set herself onto Hillary, kissing her hard as she ran
her hands down Hillary's thin
body. Angelina's large breasts pushed against Hillary's chest as her
fingers slid down to the snatch
between her long legs. Angelina slowly pushed a pair of fingers into
Hillary's pussy and the
entranced actress stiffened underneath her as she felt her pussy
being tickled. Angelina worked
two fingers into Hillary's lips, sliding them in and out with
expertise, working herself into Hillary.
Hillary moaned and withered on the bed. She reached up for the
closest thing she could find and
her hands found Angelina's large breasts. Hillary rubbed at the
breasts and brought one to her
mouth, putting her lips around the nipple and suckling on it. This
just turned Angelina on more
and her finger-fucking began to take off, her fingers working
further into Hillary, who continued
to suck and knead Angelina's breasts. Finally, Hillary shuddered and
came onto Angelina's hand,
nearly biting the nipple off in the process.
Her hand streaked with cum, her breasts aching in pleasure,
Angelina broke away and
moved onto her back. "Eat me out, Hillary," she whispered. "Come on,
eat me out." Hillary was
eager to please and moved her face in between Angelina's legs, the
thighs clamping around her
head to pull her in close. Hillary immediately went to work, her
tongue flicking in and out of
Angelina's pussy, her hands moving back up to Angelina's tits,
kneading them as she licked away
at the dark-haired pussy. Angelina groaned as she felt Hillary go at
her, her hands running through
the short dark hair, pushing her in further. Given how turned on
Angelina had been fingering
Hillary and how Hillary was kneading her breasts as she ate her out,
it wasn't surprising Angelina
was soon coming, her juices flicking onto Hillary's face.
The two Oscar winners made love for another hour, Angelina
getting to taste Hillary's
sweet pussy before they finally stopped. Angelina cleaned Hillary up
the best she could and put
her to bed. Dressing, Angelina spoke to the sleeping Hillary.
"Hillary, when you hear the door
close, you will fall into a deep, deep sleep. When you awaken, you
will not remember anything of
what has happened here but you will feel incredibly aroused when you
awake. So aroused that
you will want to make love to your husband as soon as possible. As
soon as you awake, Hillary,
you will want to make love to Chad. Remember that but nothing else."
Angelina moved swiftly
towards the door, picking up her Oscar (double-checking to make sure
it was hers) before
leaving.
Angelina sighed and leaned against the elevator walls, so happy
to be alive. This was a
night she was never going to forget. She made her way through the
quiet lobby and her grin
became wider when she saw Chad Lowe enter. He appeared surprised to
see her and stopped
before her. "Angelina? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just visiting a friend, showing her my award," Angelina
said. "Where's your wife?"
"Probably here. She's probably worn out from today."
You don't know the half of it, Angelina thought but said.
"Well, give her my best. Hope to
work with her sometime."
"Thanks," Chad grinned as he walked off. Angelina watched him
go and shook her head.
Chad may not have an award, but by the time Hillary was through with
him, he was definitely
going to feel like a winner.