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11-01-2007, 02:03 PM
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Stuff you might like to know : The Celebrity Hypnotist is
a Celebrity himself (his identity not yet revealed) who works for
the powerful, manipulative Organization first revealed in my early
story - Celebrity Rapist. Recently The CH survived an attempt by
high ranking Organization member Lisa Kudrow to reveal his actions,
this ultimately led to the ruin of Lisa's career in both
Entertainment and possibly The Organization. Getting back to
business, The CH set about hypnotizing and setting up scenes with
various blond and brunette movie stars. He started with Cameron
Diaz, Catherine Zeta Jones and Claudia Schiffer.
In this chapter, he finishes this theme by targeting
Gwyneth Paltrow, Charlize Theron, Deborah Kara Unger and Angelina
Jolie.
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 Part 1/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
June 17th - Office Of The Head - 5:15 AM.
The Receptionist was new to the office, but not to the position,
as he liked to joke to whoever he could.
George Fuller had worked for Kevin Spacey for several years,
and while neither man considered the other to be a close friend, both
had respect and trust in each other, and Kevin knew that he could rely on
the man. When Kevin's predecessor had been murdered, George had been
temporarily unemployed for several weeks until the previous Receptionist
had been moved back into the Secretarial Pool and George had been called
back up to do the same old job he'd always done, but now with better pay
and privileges.
He was in earlier today than usual, he hadn't asked why he was
needed over two hours before it was required and no reason had been given,
and so far all he'd done was sit at his desk and re-sort his files.
A ding caused George to start, and he looked up in surprise at
the elevator doors just 15 yards away. Who was coming up at 5:15 in the
morning? Kevin usually only got 4 or 5 visitors on a busy day, and usually
never before noon.
The doors opened and George's eyes widened as a very disheveled
and tired looking Tom Cruise stepped through the doors, looking more than
a little pissed off.
He made his way to the desk, weaving slightly as if he was drunk,
until George realized that he was dead on his feet, totally physically
exhausted.
"He... hello, can I help you?" George asked, his heart in his
throat.
Tom sighed inwardly, seeing the way the man was looking at him.
He was used to adoration and disbelief in the eyes of his fans,
was even used to the loving looks of the young female girls who screamed
at him at Premieres and Award Ceremonies. Unfortunately he was also
used to the looks he got from certain males, a look akin to those young
girls, but skewed with a slight arrogance and sense of smugness. George
was obviously gay, and he'd heard the stories that the tabloids spread
about him, coupled with the accusations of his former wife, making George
think that maybe he had a chance with Tom, maybe he could get some.
He really didn't have time to deal with that kind of game today,
so he just snapped at The Receptionist.
"He's expecting me, buzz me through."
"I'll just check...." started George, his eyes not leaving Tom's,
thinking maybe that he could hypnotize the superstar, that he could enjoy
the sort of rendezvous losers wrote about on the Internet.
"Just buzz me through!" snapped Tom, doing his best to be an
asshole and stop the prick staring at him.
"It's all right, George," said Kevin's voice through the
intercom,"Let him in."
George held Tom's gaze a moment more, a cool look of smug arrogance
there, as if he was saying,'I know your secret, pal, you're no better than
the rest of us.'
Tom didn't bother to hold the gaze, he was tired and pissed off,
he'd just spent well over 20 hours on a plane, coming over from Australia
where he and his wife were engaged in different movie and theater projects.
He stormed into the office and waited for the doors to close,
which effectively soundproofed the room.
"You have a good reason to be calling me in here without
explanation?" he snapped at Kevin, who was sitting calmly behind his
desk, the huge window behind him showing the lightening darkness and
bright lights of the big city.
"I wouldn't be taking that attitude with me, Tom," Kevin said
calmly, and held up a videotape,"Your position is tenuous as it is."
"What?" asked Tom, confused.
"I have here an advance copy of your latest movie," Kevin said
dryly,"Some of the subject matter is... disconcerting to say the least."
"What? Is that Eye's Wide Shut? No one should have a copy of..."
"Shut up," Kevin snapped, and for the first time the fact that
Kevin's calmness was a facade, covering his fury, pierced the tired fog
of Tom's mind,"Of course I was able to get a copy, I was intrigued about
the movie. Luckily, only myself, Nicole, Terry, Bob and yourself have
seen it, apart from Stanley of course, and he's gone," Kevin paused,
letting this sink in for a second,"And it just might remain that way."
"I.. I don't understand," Tom said finally,"You didn't like the
movie or.....?
"Oh, it's a great movie," Kevin interupted,"An excellent study of
sexual repression and all that good crap, but what concerns me is the
scene in the middle of the movie."
"The orgy? What was wrong with...."
"Oh let me see, Tom, what was it?" Kevin snapped sarcastically,
angrily,"A secret society of men in important social positions throwing
huge, giant orgies with the worlds most beautiful women and threatening
physical harm to any who stumble across their secret.... sound
familiar to you?"
Tom, to make a bad pun, suddenly had his eyes wide open as for
the first time he saw it.
"Oh my...."
"Oh yes," muttered Kevin darkly,"Now, do you have anything to
tell me?"
"Kevin, you can't think that I told Stanley anything?"
"I can think whatever I want, Tom," replied Kevin, putting emphasis
on the movie star's first name,"It's up to you to prove those thoughts
wrong. Now let me put this as straightforward as possible, and I want a
yes or a no for an answer."
He leaned forward from behind his desk, his face grim, his mouth
a thin line,"Did you let Stanley Kubrick know, even indirectly, of the
existence of our Organization?"
"No," replied Tom, without hesitation, his stomach full
of butterflies, flushes of coldness running throughout his entire nervous
system,"No."
Kevin leaned back and let out a long gasp, and for the first
time Tom realized how much pent up tension had been in The Head's body.
"I believe you, Tom," he said,"But for now we have to work out
just what Mr. Kubrick did know, and what we can do about this movie."
7 hours earlier, and a few thousand miles away, I was enjoying
a party and totally oblivious to the problems inherent in Stanley's
Kubrick's last masterpiece.
I didn't often go to Hollywood parties, whenever I was able I
preferred to be on my own in my home in New York. The media were, of
course, totally unaware of where I really lived. The Organization had
provided a cover for me upon signing up, including the odd 'scoop' for
the media of photos of me at my home with members of my family, having
a grand old time and all that. Of course, in reality I was an orphan
and single, but that was neither here nor there.
I was at this particular party because Angelina Jolie was going
to be there, and she was one of the brunettes that would complete my
collection of Blondes and Brunettes for my latest escapade.
I stepped over a very drunk Charisma Carpenter, suppressing my
disgust at not just her, but anyone who had so little control
over themselves. I felt the same way about stars, agents and sporting
personalities who resorted to drugs, heavy drinking and the like. If
you had to do something, then do it in a controlled manner, don't let it
control you. I'd once considered asking for permission to bring Robert
Downey Junior into The Organization as a sort of protege, but when I'd
discovered that not only did he have a serious drug problem, but that
he was unable or unwilling to kick it, I'd washed my hands of him entirely
and never considered any kind of prodigy or apprentice, although I had had
Bart forced upon me for a brief time until due to Lisa Kudrow's
interference.
The music was pumping just a bit too loudly, the song was just a
bit too incoherent. I sighed as I realized I was getting older, and that
most of the people at this party were much younger than I. Of course,
most of them were flash in the pan stars, but some of them would still be
around in twenty years. The funny thing was, although many of them would
make many more movies than I would, and would almost certainly win more
awards, I would always be the more successful, because The Organization
looked after their own.
I had noticed earlier a group of stars with no connection that
I was aware of spending a great deal of time together, and as I waited
for Ms. Jolie to make an appearance, my imagination ran wild with reasons
that they might be together. Thoughts running from the dull - they were
just good friends - to the lecherous - they were much more than friends -
to the absurd - they were part of a rival Organization - to the absurdly
lecherous - they were part of an Organization of lesbian lovers that just
made love all the time.
They were a disparate bunch, Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jennifer
Love Hewitt had an obvious connection, but how they were friends with
Winona Ryder, Bridget Fonda, Alyssa Milano and Jennie Garth was beyond
me, as those four were a fairly diverse bunch as well, and of course,
when Heather Locklear joined them I was even more confused. Hadn't I
read something about two or more of that group starting up their own
company? And something about a shooting kept coming to mind for some
reason. There were so many young stars opening their own production
houses nowadays that it was impossible to keep track of them all, yet
still, something was niggling at my subconscious.
I turned to make my way upstairs, hoping to get away from the
noise for awhile, and bumped into a tall, well built man, causing him
to spill his drink onto my shirt.
"Hey!" he cried.
- Idiot, - I thought, then said,"Sorry, I should have
been watching where I was going."
"No, no, my fault," said the man,"Sorry about the shirt, it looks
expensive."
"Oh no, just an old casual thing," I lied. The shirt was very
expensive and we both knew it, but I was in character, playing the not
so important celebrity trying not to be overwhelmed by the presence of
so many other, more important celebrities. In reality, I was, of course,
completely assured of my own superiority, but it would do to act arrogant
around so many others who falsely believed the same,"I was heading to
the bathroom anyway, I'll clean it up there."
"Yeah, whatever," muttered the man, clearly distracted as he
eyed the group of women I'd been watching earlier, who were currently
laughing at some private joke. It was then that I recognized who he
was.
"Say, you're Bridget Fonda's new husband, aren't you?" I asked.
"Hmmm? Yeah, Steve, pleased to meet you," he said, shaking my
hand, which I hadn't offered,"You've got that show, right?"
"Yeah, that show," I replied, seeing that he was actually irritated
at my continued presence, he wanted to go talk with his wife and her
friends,"Anyway, I'm gonna go clean this shirt you messed up."
I felt a vague sense of satisfaction as he turned to answer the
implied insult, knowing that my back was already to him and that if he
wanted to continue this conversation he'd have to come after me. I made
my way up the stairs, my back turned to him, so that I didn't notice
when Bridget Fonda arrived next to him with a glass of champagne and
watched him watching me.
"Something wrong?" she asked him.
"Hmmm? no," Steve replied,"Just something about that guy, a bad
vibe, I don't know, nothing I guess."
He turned and made his way back with her to talk with the others,
who were delighted at his presence.
I stepped into the bathroom with no other intent than to clean
my shirt, but the moment I stepped inside I had completely reassessed the
situation.
Sitting on the sink, hunched over and looking miserable, was
Angelina Jolie.
"Oh," I said,"Are you all right?"
She looked up at me and managed a weak smile,"Hi," she
said,"Sorry, do you have to use the toilet?"
"Oh no," I said with a smile,"Some jerk spilt a drink over my
shirt, I just came up here to clean up."
"Probably the same guy whose been coming on to me all night,"
she replied,"I'm sorry, I've been feeling sick all night, I shouldn't
have come to this party, I usually don't do this kind of thing."
"Me neither," I said, sitting down on the side of the bath,"But
Hollywood is such a fickle thing, if you're not at the right party, if
you don't kiss the right producers ass, you miss out on a part or you're
no longer part of the scene, and the next thing you know you're a has-been
and a nobody."
"Don't I know it," she muttered,"I win a golden globe, I get
critical acclaim and then I'm making Pushing Tin."
I laughed and she joined me, and in that moment I knew I was
in. I had broken the ice and she had relaxed, now she was in the perfect
position for me to begin the most basic of my conditioning, to set up
another meeting where I could create the scene in her mind that would
lead to the crowning moment of my Blondes and Brunette's experiment.
"Pushing Tin," I chuckled,"I remember first hearing about it and
having a good laugh. Here's four great actors, John Cusack, Billy Bob
Thornton, Cate Blanchett and you, all of you making great movies that
nobody watches and then getting together and making a cookie-cutter
comedy."
"Right," she laughed,"Just so people won't forget we exist and
we can't make the movies we want to.... shit, all that movie was missing
was John Malkovich."
I laughed again, genuinely amused at her sense of humor, taken
also by her beauty, her big, soulful eyes that danced with amusement.
Here we were, a couple of people sitting in the bathroom and
having a good time while below us a large group of young celebrities
were drinking themselves to unconsciousness and ingesting large amounts
of drugs. It didn't get much better than that.
Office Of The Head - 12:07 PM.
The technical expert nodded to himself as he watched the orgy
take place.
"I can spot the digital characters," he said,"Whoever Kubrick
got to do the job is good, but lightyears behind where we are."
"Whatever," muttered Kevin,"The question is, can you remove
those scenes I highlighted without losing the continuity of the actual
movie."
"I think so, yes," replied the Tech,"But some of the more subtle
elements of the movie are going to be lost, this is going to affect the
movie overall, especially if we take out the scene with Mr. Cruise and
The Senator...."
"That scene especially has to go," interupted Kevin, tired and
in no mood to hear a tech-monkey's critical analysis of Stanley Kubrick's
final movie,"The parallels are much too disturbing."
Tom had cringed at each and every cut as if it was a physical
blow, several times he'd opened his mouth to protest and been silenced
by curt glares from Kevin, who was in no mood for objections.
Finally the tech was finished making his notes, and taking the
film canister with him left the office.
"You have a problem?" Kevin asked, now that they were finally
alone.
"Yes," Tom snapped bitterly,"That movie was an absolute masterpiece
and you've chopped it and cut it... Stanley would never have let....."
"Stanley's dead, Tom!" Kevin snapped,"Get over it!"
"But what you just did," cried Tom in despair,"It's tantamount
to censorship, what are we? Nazi's burning books?"
"I don't have time for philosophical arguments,"
muttered Kevin,"You think I enjoyed hacking up that movie, destroying
a genius' last creation? The movie is still a great movie, it'll just
lose that extra something now and you know what, it won't matter, because
if you slapped Stanley Kubrick's name onto a Roger Corman movie there
would be thousands of students and film-buffs around the world interpreting
the social significance of the big titted bimbo getting her bra ripped
off by the cardboard fucking crocodile!"
His voice had gotten louder and louder, and with each word Tom
had flinched back again and again, taken aback by Kevin's anger.
"Now listen up!" snapped Kevin, firmly cementing the fact that HE
was The Head, and Tom, as favored as he was in The Organization, was
just a member,"You're complaining about the corruption of this movie,
your artistic sensibilities are offended and you're about to give another
tearful speech that'll earn you another Oscar nomination. But remember
this, remember when a certain actor who was spiraling down out
of popularity, deep in debt and high on drugs went to a certain rag to
tell a few stories about him and you when you were first starting out in
your career. Remember how we silenced him? Remember how it pulled the
rug out from under the tabloid's feet and you were able to sue them and
get an apology? I don't recall you crying about abuse of power back then,
do you?"
Tom glared at Kevin angrily, then nodded curtly, spun about on
one foot and left the office.
"Shit," muttered Kevin angrily, wishing that he could take back
what he'd just said.
A soundset, somewhere in L.A - 12:21 PM.
While Kevin risked alienating Tom, I was settling down on a
nice, comfortable couch, ready to assume a role that he himself had
made infamous several years ago.
The lounge I sat in was barely furnished, indicating that the
occupant had either a Spartan lifestyle or had only recently moved in.
With boxes sprawled here and there the latter theory was proved, whoever
was living here had only just moved in.
I heard the key turn in the lock and smiled, over five weeks of
preparation was coming to a head with the opening of this door. I had
been getting this and other scenes ready since I'd screwed Claudia Schiffer
on the catwalk in front of hundreds of celebrities, reporters and fashion
designers.
She stepped through the door and didn't even notice me, too busy
trying to get her keys back into her pocket, the door closed and the
two bags of groceries balanced in her hands.
Finally she turned around, took in the sight of me, and let the
groceries and the keys drop to the floor.
"Wh... wha.... who are you?" she asked, too shocked at my unexpected
appearance to be scared.
"I expected that," I said with a smile, unconsciously taking on
a similar voice pattern and style to Kevin Spacey. It was
totally unnecessary, since the techs would put a coded computer voice
over my own dialogue designed to copy his tone, inflection and speaking
style,"You're husband wouldn't know either, even though we've been up
close and personal before.... but his partner would, his partner is the
smart one, the one to avoid."
"What are you doing in my house!" she tried to snap, but now
concern and a small amount of fear had entered her voice. She didn't
know who I was, she didn't know how I'd gotten in, and I knew her husband,
which could mean I was a cop or a criminal. Her eyes widened and an
involuntary gasp escaped her as a new possibility came to her, and I
smiled.
"Your house?" I asked, tilting my head slightly, a small frown
touching my lips,"Possesiveness, not a major sin, but a sin nonetheless."
That clinched it for her, she knew who I was, knew I was the man
her husband and his partner had been chasing. She had no name for me,
but she knew of the five unspeakable crimes I'd already committed, and
her mind was instantly thinking of the two possibilities left.... wrath
and envy.
"Yes, my darling," I said with a smile,"I am Him, the sick freak
that had your husband on his knees before me, a gun to his head and
his urine running down his leg to join the muddied rain as he realized
for the first time that this wasn't a game, that his life was very much
in danger."
She drew in a breath and I instantly knew what she planned, after
all, I'd programmed her to do it.
"Don't bother," I said, holding up a hand,"I fed your dogs drugged
steaks, they're unconscious in their little room, unable to help you."
Her held breath exhaled, her body drooped as she realized that
she was at the mercy of a madman.
"The irony is," I said,"In your misguided attempt to protect
yourself, in getting all those locks on your doors, you've doomed yourself,
by the time you get those keys of the floor, by the time you've unlocked
the first bolt, I'll have you, and I won't even be breathing hard."
"Please," the beautiful blond cried,"Don't kill me."
I sighed as I straightened my shirt and sat up a little
straighter.
"Oh no," I laughed,"I have much more fun ideas in store for us,
you my dear, are going to be a tool to help me humiliate and destroy
your husband as revenge for costing me my apartment, I'd grown fond of
that lovely little place."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"How do you think I've done what I've done and lasted so long
without discovery," I said,"Why do you think I've chosen such a....
biblical method of committing my crimes."
"I don't understand."
"You see," I said, ignoring her,"A mere mortal would have... oh I
don't know, chopped your head off and mailed it to a location where I
would have organized your husband and I to meet. Having proved my sin
of envy, your husband would have become wrath and killed me, and my
masterpiece would have been complete."
"Mere mortal?" she was more confused than ever.
"But I'm no mortal my dear," I chuckled, leaning forward,"I can
cause any human to fall prey to any of the sins I chose, just by snapping
my fingers."
"You're mad," she whispered, realizing what I was saying,"You
think you're the devil?"
"Oh no," I laughed,"Nothing that spectacular, I'm just a lowly
demon given free reign for a few decades on earth."
I leaned back in my chair,"But I must say, I don't mind repeating
myself to someone as lovely as yourself."
And I snapped my fingers, saying the necessary word to complete
Gwyneth Paltrow's conditioning.
"Lust."
Offices Of Salinger, Gorman & McKenzie - 12:37 PM.
A slight cough brought Donovan's attention back to the real world,
and looking up he saw Alex McKenzie, the third partner of the prestigious
law firm he'd recently joined, standing in the doorway, smiling down at
the copious files, open books and folders all over the office floor, desk
and furniture.
"We've given you one of the biggest offices available for an
associate," he chuckled,"And you still don't have any room to sit down."
Donovan grinned sheepishly, this plush office was so much better
than his old law offices, when he'd practiced independantly. It had a
window view - albeit of the back of the next building, but a window
nonetheless - and plenty of room, which he'd taken up quickly with
research into the case he was currently first chairing with Alex, as he
insisted on being called.
"Is something the matter, Alex?" asked Donovan,"Or is this a social
call?"
Alex chuckled,"Ever the lawyer, eh? Always asking questions, aren't
we... I just came to check if you're working through lunch again or if you
thought you might actually eat today."
Donovan allowed a small smile to cross his lips.
"Janet's getting me a sandwich from the old deli where we used
to work," he said,"I want to be prepared for this case, the law is very
open to interpretation in several key areas and opposing council could hit
us with some big surprises."
"We're taking note of all this hard work, Donovan," Alex said
seriously,"Keep it up, and maybe Salinger might finally consider adding
a fourth partner to this firm.... in twenty or twenty-five years."
Donovan stared at him, uncomprehending, then laughed as he realized
Alex was being deadpan.
"As long as we're on our game tomorrow, Mr. Cortez will be a
free man and all this research will be worth it," he said,"And that's
the important thing."
"Exactly," replied Alex,"An innocent man, wrongly accused by
racist immigration officers and an apathetic justice system simply because
he's of Columbian descent. It's moment like this that's what it's all
about."
Donovan nodded, happy to be working within the system to make
changes for the common good.
Outside in the hallway, Alex suppressed a laugh at the thought
of Donovan's tireless work for a vicious, heartless drug-dealer who was
rumored to have had killed over a dozen men personally and ordered the
murder of dozens, if not hundreds of others.
Alex McKenzie was a man who could appreciate irony.
A soundset, somewhere in L.A - 12:41 PM.
I'd appreciated Gwyneth Paltrow's beauty when I first saw Se7en,
but hadn't really given her another thought, concentrating more on the
incredible film direction, Morgan Freeman's brilliant acting, which
even lifted Brad Pitt's own abilities up so high that he didn't annoy
me, and of course, Kevin Spacey's chilling appearance at the end of the
movie.
Then I'd come across the pictures of her naked outside Mr. Pitt's
room, showing off her pussy and tits unknowingly to the camera as Brad
slid his hands and other body parts over her. I made a point of watching
some of her other movies then, not being all that impressed with Jefferson
in Paris, Malice, Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle or Hard Eight. She'd
been all right in Great Expectations, but overall I'd been disappointed
in that movie and hadn't bothered to see Hush or Sliding Doors. She was
attractive but not so much that I'd watch boring or uninteresting movies
just to see her.
Of course, then Shakespeare in Love had come along and again
there was huge interest in her, she took the Oscar away from the much
more talented Cate Blanchett on the same day that I'd put forward the
concept of Blondes and Brunettes to Kevin, and she'd been on the list,
due entirely to the exposure from Shakespeare.
And if the Bard's words had sounded good coming from her mouth,
the muffled exclamations of pleasure issuing from Gwyneth Paltrow's
cockstuffed mouth now sounded even better.
End Part 1/4
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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 2/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
Gwyneth Paltrow was sucking my prick like a high class whore,
which in effect was what she was to me, what all female celebrities were
to me. They were inaccesible to almost everybody, but to me they would
spread their legs, open their asscheeks and mouths and let me do whatever
I wanted to.
I sat on the couch, my pants down around my knees and my cockhead
between Gwyneth's lips. Her hair, currently blond and shoulder length
rustled and shifted about as her head bobbed up and down over my lap.
The moment I'd said,"Lust," Gwyneth had become driven by an
over-riding need to be fucked, to suck, to know pleasure in all it's
myriad forms. Her hands slid up and down the sides of my thighs, creating
a smooth friction as the wet warmth of her mouth steadily covered more
and more of my cock.
Gwyneth gurgled with pleasure as her delicious, sensual lips
dragged themselves up and over my cockshaft, then plunged back down again
noisily. Anything that her mind considered sexual gave her increased
sexual pleasure far above the norm, and so it was that the Oscar winning
beauty slurped hungrily on the hard, erect meat of my cock, her beautiful,
famous face bobbing down again as the full length of my cock was swallowed
into her mouth.
I panted heavily as my pressed my head back against the couches
yielding material, one of my hands lying on the back of Gwyneth's head,
not forcing her in any way, just resting lightly on there, liking the feel
of her smooth, clean hair beneath my skin.
"Ummm," Gwyneth sighed happily as her lips dragged up over my cock,
the closest sound she could make to a yum noise with her mouth full of
cock. After dragging back so that only a little over two inches was left
inside of her mouth, she sucked hard on what was left inside, her cheeks
hollowing as she purred in satisfaction.
She lowered her mouth down over my cock again, making me groan
happily. Her cheeks hollowed again as she sucked firmly on my cockmeat,
and she continued to do this over and over, pulling back, sucking hard,
dropping back down then sucking again.
Gwyneth heard my groans and smiled, her lips turning up slightly
around the cock stuffed into her mouth.
"Yes," I moan,"That's it, good, suck me, suck my cock!"
Gwyneth's only reply was to purr in sexual satisfaction as she
got off on getting me off. Pulling away momentarily, the evidence of her
oral attentions was clearly visible as we both looked at my saliva coated
cock, pointing up hard between us, looking as if it had been out in the
drenching faked rain pounding down on the set we were currently in.
Gwyneth moved her head down beside my cock and began licking
along the sides of my cockshaft, first broad, thick strokes over the base
and underside of my cock, then quick, darting probes with the tip of her
tongue along the sides of my cock and over the glans of my penis head.
A couple of drops of pre-cum had gathered at the tip of my cock,
and with a gasp of delight Gwyneth spotted them and ran her tongue out
delicately, sliding them up into her mouth and tasting my fluids before
reaching out and pressing firmly against the eye of my penis, applying
just enough pressure to be pleasurable.
As she did this, another drop made it's way out of my cock and
this too she took into her mouth, savoring the taste on the edge of her
tongue before visibly swallowing it.
"I want to swallow your cum," she whispered, just loud enough
for the mikes on the various hidden camera's to pick up,"Come in my
mouth, I beg you!"
One soft, delicate hand folded it's way around the base of my cock
and before I knew it, Gwyneth Paltrow was jerking me off as she took the
head of my penis into her mouth and used every trick that she knew off with
her tongue and lips to get me off.
I groaned and moaned happily, my body writhing about on the couch,
hips raising in an attempt to get more of my cock inside of her mouth.
The top of her fist rose up and pressed against her own lips as
they came down their downward journey.
The tip of her tongue pressed firmly against the most sensitive
point of my cock, where the purple vein that ran along the underside of
my cock met the glans of my cockhead. Her face was contorted with lust
as she sucked greedily on my cock, her fist pounding up and down the lower
half of my penis.
My heels pressed into the floor, my ass heaving up from the seat
as I fucked more of my cock into her famous mouth, which made moist,
slurping noises as she sucked and pressed at my cock with her tongue.
My entire body suddenly tensed up and Gwyneth let out a squeal
of delight as she felt a hot load of cum hosed the back of her throat,
spraying deep inside of her mouth. She sucked and swallowed it all down
eagerly, managing to get it all, swallowing all of my cum inside of her
beautiful mouth, not an iota escaping.
At last I was drained completely, my balls had to be empty after
the amount of cum she'd swallowed, yet she continued to suck on my cock
in ecstatic abandon, worshipping my cock with her mouth while my body
became a boneless lump beneath her, all the energy and rigidity gone
from every part of my body, apart from my cock, which remained rockhard
inside of her mouth.
Finally she drew her lips away, and I knew from the look on her
face that she had cum as well, the radiant flush of joy in her face and
involuntary twitching of her ass within the tight confines of her pants.
"That was incredible," she moaned,"I've never felt so good."
She got to her feet, a little unsteady due to the loss
of circulation and her orgasm and slumped onto the couch beside me, all
the fear her character had felt earlier gone now.
"Who said IT was over," I said with a chuckle, and she realized
that I was still hard, even after that incredible blowjob.
"How can that be? she gasped.
"Does it matter?" I asked, smiling.
"NO!" she cried eagerly, a huge smile radiating from her face
as her eyes zeroed in on my cock again.
The fun was about to really begin.
Los Angeles - 1:00 PM.
Angelina Jolie sighed as the machine spat her card out of the
machine.
"Not again," she muttered, staring at the flashing screem on
the ATM, telling her that this account was closed.
She'd gotten up surprisingly early this morning, considering
how late the part had finished. She'd had a more enjoyable time than
she thought she would have, having never really wanted to go to the
party anyway. Her 'bad girl' days were behind her, the days when she'd
partied, drunk and dabbled in drugs, the days when she'd gotten married
in black rubber to Jonny Lee Miller, separated from him a year later and
filed for divorce just two months earlier. At the tender age of 24,
just 3 weeks short of her 25th birthday, shed found herself having a
better time talking to that nice man in the bathroom, a man who she
couldn't for the life of her remember who he was.
She'd gone wondering down the fashionable streets of L.A that
morning, planning on doing a little shopping, and had suffered
the incredible embarrassment of having one of her ****** cards declined
for one of the first times in her life.
She'd gone from machine to machine, trying to get her ****** cards
to work and each one had given her the same messages, account closed or
account empty.
She sighed as she realized she'd have to go into the bank and
see someone to find out what was going on, something that would just help
her day be ruined a little bit more. It was a magnificently sunny day
and she'd relished the idea of walking about in the sun, now she had to
go into a stuffy bank.
She paused slightly as she noticed a reflection in the mirrored
window of the bank, a woman across the street, staring at her. She was
used to getting stares, and had already signed a number of autographs
today, despite her rather 'minor' celebrity, so she was used to getting
gawked at, but there was something about this woman, a weird sense of
deja'vu, as if she'd seen her before, perhaps that day.
A bus passed in the reflection and by the time it has passed,
the woman was gone.
Angelina shook her head and smiled, amused by her paranoia, then
headed into the bank.
A Soundset, Somewhere in L.A - 1:05 PM.
I stroked my hand over my erect cockshaft and strode towards
Gwyneth, who was now on her back on the kitchen table, supporting her
weight with her elbows and looking more and more aroused with each and
every approaching step.
"Oh yes," Gwyneth Paltrow pleaded in desperation as I stepped
between her parted legs and ran my hands over the swell of her small,
erect breasts.
She let out a gasp of pleasure as my hands squeezed and groped
her smooth breasts, and then let out a squeal of excitement as I ran a
hand down over her stomach and across her curved pubic mound. My fingers
slid over her puffy pussy lips and my middle finger slid back and forth
over the split lips of her pussy.
For several minutes I played with her pussy, getting off on her
feel as well as her growing groans and moans of pleasure.
My other hand slid down around her flank and down between her
smooth, warm flesh and the wood of the table. She moaned again as my
hand rubbed over her ass, kneading the smooth flesh of her delicious
ass.
Enough was enough, foreplay was over. Gwyneth was so overcome
with lust that all this teasing was just driving her wild with desire,
and the hot, Academy Award winning actress was humping her cunt up against
my hand, juicy and dripped with her hot, love honey.
Grabbing my cock with the hand that had been sliding over her ass,
I pressed the head of my cock against her fuckhole, the cuntlips held
apart by two of my fingers.
"Oh! Oh yes!!!" Gwyneth screamed in ecstasy as cockhead pushed it's
way into her tight little pussy. Her body thrashed about beneath me as
her vagina was willingly invaded by my cock, pleasure shooting through
her lap as she flexed and clenched her pussy muscles both voluntarily
and involuntarily as my cock pressed deeper and deeper inside of her tight,
juicy cunt.
I grunted happily, driving in deeper as I enjoying the feeling
of hot, tight Gwyneth Paltrow cunt squeezing around my cock. Grabbing her
slim hips with my hands, I held her bucking, writhing body in place on the
table and pulled back from her cunt, reveling in the magnificence that
was her cunt sucking back on my cock, having to fight to get every inch
out, as I'd fought to push every inch into the willing - but extremely
tight - cunt. When just my cockhead remained inside of her, I pushed deep
back into her, plunging balls deep into the blonde starlet's cunt and
making her squeal in excitement before pulling out and them slamming
back in. Soon I was pounding into her with hard, quick thrusts that were
driving the lust-crazed actress' mind mad with desire as she writhed and
twisted beneath me, clenching her asscheeks and slamming her hips up
and forward to get more of my cock buried inside of her cunt.
Gwyneth's face contorted in pleasure, hot, salty streams of
tears flowing from her eyes as she cried out her pleasure, her small
breasts firm and erect, aching with need as they stretched out as far
as they possibly could from her body.
Her body bucked and bounced under my hard, hammering thrusts,
my pelvis slamming against her groin, a loud, wet smacking noise filling
the apartment, joined only by my heavy breathing and her screams and
cries of pleasure.
My top of my cock rasped along her clitoris with each stroke
of my cock deep into her pussy, and she cried out again and again as
the intense pleasures she was feeling built and built, higher and higher
until they reached a shattering crescendo.
Her entire body shot out straight, legs pointing out on either
side of me, toes pointing hard at the walls of the room as he head flung
back and her mouth stretched wide, letting out a gigantic, ear-splitting
climax, her cunt gripping even tighter than before onto my cock, milking
it with everything she had, trying to get my cum inside of her.
I slammed deep into Gwyneth's cunt, my balls slapping against
her asshole as I ground my meat inside of her, gritting my teeth and
squeezing my eyes as I felt the pleasures grow inside of me. I held
back as long as was possible, letting the pleasure build and build to
ever higher plateaus of sensation before I hit the final moment of bliss,
when anticipation ended and I orgasmed.
I shot stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm inside of Gwyneth
Paltrow's cunt, mixing with her own flooded juices, that pressed between
the velvet wetness of her cuntwalls and my throbbing penis, just waiting
for the chance to expel.
I fell forward onto the table, my arms on either side of hers, my
head beside her own, feeling her smooth, damp hair against the side of
my face, her small breasts pressing firmly against my chest. I groaned
happily, then after a few moments rest, pulled myself up enough to look
down on her. She lay beneath me, a sated look of happiness on her face,
and I grinned, knowing that my work here was done. I pulled free from her
hot cunt, my cock glistening with her juices, which ran down her asscrack
and pooled on the table between her legs. I lightly kissed her lips,
her neck and her breasts, running a hand up the side of her body, making
her moan slightly in pleasure, before turning away and heading towards the
living room where I'd been sucked off by the beautiful woman earlier,
knowing the stationary camera would catch my exit from above the doorway.
"And now, let her husband be wrath," I chuckled, ending the little
scene.
At those words Gwyneth went into a trance, a pre-arranged state
of mind where she was extremely susceptible to suggestion. I'd already
created the command in her mind to basically be dead to the world while
I got dressed and removed all the cameras and sound recording devices
from their pre-set positions.
That had been a good scene, and I'd mostly enjoyed the look of
delight on her face after I'd cum in her mouth and she'd realized that
I was still hard. The reason for this, of course, was that I hadn't cum
at all, just pulled my old trick of saying a keyword and having my already
pre-conditioned mind fooling my body into thinking it was having an orgasm
without actually having one. I'd just adjusted slightly so that it was
a mental thing, and when I said a phrase in my own mind it allowed me to
'orgasm', while at the same time Gwyneth had been pre-programmed to believe
I really was cumming in her mouth, and for her to get off on that. It
was all very complicated, but it meant the techs didn't have to edit out
me saying the keyword, as they'd had to on all previous assignments when
I'd used that particular trick.
Soon I had Gwyneth cleaned up and dressed, and after taking a
moment to enjoy a long, very erotic kiss from the star, I sent her on her
way, a driver (an Operative of The Organization) would be waiting outside
this building to drive her away. Halfway home, she would snap out of her
trance and believe she was on her way home from an audition from one of
the seemingly hundreds of movies she was making nowadays, all in all,
things had turned out well.
I grabbed the groceries from the floor and headed out of the
soundstage myself, locking up, secure in the knowledge that within a
half hour, Operatives would be stripping the place clean, so that by
tomorrow it would be once more what it had always appeared to be, a
deserted warehouse out on the edge of the City Of Lost Angels.
I'd gotten a fuck and some free groceries, how was that for a
job well done.
Australia - June 19th - 3:37 AM.
Tom Cruise stepped into the bedroom and quietly put his suitcase
away in the closet before stripping down to his underwear and sliding into
bed next to his wife, Nicole Kidman.
"Good flight?" she asked.
"You're awake?"
"Couldn't sleep," she lied, not wanting to tell him the real
reason she was awake.
"Flight was okay, but I always get confused by the whole dateline
thing, I think I lost a day on the way over, I left on the 17th but got
back on the 19th?"
She chuckled and he smiled, glad that she hadn't seen through
his mask of humor to the dark mood beneath. The flight back from America
had seen him go from moody to angry to fearful to paranoid as he considered
Kevin's entire attitude and demeanor. He'd also been sick over the
editing and defiling of Stanley's last movie, something the Director had
always managed to prevent while he was alive, but which Tom hadn't had
the balls to do. It would still be an excellent movie, but now only
Nicole, Kevin, Terry Semel, Bob Daley and himself would have had the
privilege of having seen the movie in it's entirety. In just under a
month it would open, and it would do well and get mixed reviews, he could
see it now, as if it had already happened.
"Did you sort out those release date problems?" she asked him.
"Yeah, eventually, we settled on July 16th after all," he replied,
that being the cover story he'd given her when Kevin had called him
over,"I'm a little tired honey, we'll talk some more in the morning, okay?"
"Sure," she replied, and rolled over to kiss him. They were
both too tired to contemplate fooling around, and within five minutes
Tom was asleep.
But Nicole lay awake several hours more, more from fear of sleep
than anything else.
The nightmares had returned.
Aspen - June 21st - 9:34 PM.
Charlize Theron had come a long way in five years time, she was
well on her way to being, if not a major celebrity, then certainly the
kind of celebrity that was always invited to all the right parties and
get-togethers which were the real Hollywood.
From playing 'Young Woman' in Children of The Corn III in 1994,
she'd gone on to star in Tom Hanks' That Thing You Do! which had been
her first real mainstream appearance. This led to a part in the not
terribly popular but well written (i.e, cult) film, 2 Days in the Valley,
in which she'd slunk about in skin tight white clothes and had a cat
fight with Teri Hatcher. I'd been sorely tempted to add Teri to my
blondes and brunettes, perhaps in a continuation of that catfight, taking
it to it's logical conclusion, a 3some between Teri, Charlize and myself,
and had even brought up the idea to Kevin.
But the rules were clear, and even Kevin wouldn't break them,
Teri Hatcher was off grounds to all members of The Organization. She'd
been the one who had brought down Gary Cole - The Celebrity Rapist -
which was the closest The Organization had ever come to being exposed,
that is until the infamous Celebrity Hypnotist Trial which had seen
Matt LeBlanc sent away for over 4 decades and ruined the career of all
his castmates, including my rival's, Lisa Kudrow. Teri was deemed 'unsafe'
by the big guns at The Organization, I myself had cast in my lot and
said she was to be left alone, a decision I now regretted somewhat, but
was powerless to change.
But back to Charlize.
The South African born beauty, who spoke Afrikaans, English and
bits and pieces of 26 other languages, had then appeared in the Made
For T.V Hollywood Confidential and Trial and Error until her 'big break'
in The Devil's Advocate, which, despite Al Pacino's presence, had seen
disappointing Box Office returns. What it did have, though, was Charlize
Theron completely nude, showing off her tits and pussy to the camera
before getting fucked by Keanu Reeves. Much of the money that movie
did make was due to her, and by now a sizable fan base was building
around the beautiful former ballerina.
She'd then made the Actors choice and appeared in Celebrity
before making the money the actors choice and appearing in Might Joe
Young, a Disney Movie guaranteed to be successful because it would pull
in all the kids, and their 'unwitting' dads who would certainly enjoy
Charlize's appearance over the monkeys.
Now she was doing the smart thing and getting as many movies
as possible, risking overexposure but guaranteeing financial security
by joining up with five different casts : Reindeer Games, Chicago: The
Musical, The Yards, The Astronaut's Wife & The Cider House Rules.
None of that really mattered, though, what really mattered was
the fact that she currently had her mouth around my cock.
With her hair done up the same way and wearing the same outfit
she'd worn in 2 Days In The Valley - the movie that had first made fans
sit up and take notice - the beautiful 24 year old movie star was on
her knees before me in the small, empty cabin in Aspen, sucking my cock
as I stroked my hands over the sides of her face.
It had been easy enough to get an empty cabin with no one around
for miles, it was the off-season, if you wanted to you could
sit uninterrupted in one of these cabins for days, perhaps weeks, free
from disturbance, free to pursue whatever activities you wanted to, no
matter how carnal those might be.
It had been easy enough to get to the hot blonde actress, I'd
simply arranged via her agent and an Operative posing as a Hollywood
Executive to have her audition for a new movie. Despite all the movies
she was currently making she jumped at the chance, cementing my thoughts
that she was looking to make money right now rather than excellent movies.
She'd been asked to do a reading by the Operative, and I'd been
called in because I was already cast in as a Supporting Character. We'd
started a long dialogue which soon had me weaving my tapestry of hypnotic
suggestion throughout her subconscious. Half an hour later, she was in
such an open state that had I asked her to suck my cock right there and
then, she would have done it. I'd never be so crude, however, and making
her do something like that would lead to repressed memories that would
eventually come back to her. Things took longer my way, but it was
far, far safer, because rather than repressing memories, I moved them into
my subject's short term memory, from which point they would dream of
the events and forget them by the next morning. Done naturally like
this, there was no repression and everyone was happy, myself more so,
obviously.
So here I was, with an incredibly beautiful celebrity's mouth
around my cock, happily sucking on my member, and we were only just
getting going.
Charlize moaned as my hands slid past her cheeks, down over her
neck and onto her round, firm breasts underneath the tight white material
of the suit she was wearing.
I kneaded and massaged her breasts through the cloth for a while,
then slid my hands back up to the sides of her face and gently pulled
her mouth of my cock. She moaned a little in disappointment, having
been conditioned to get off on sucking me off, but that moan became
one of pleasure as I lifted her to her feet and turned her around, she
was now gazing at the roaring fire and brick facade of the wall.
I slowly unzipped her tight outfit, smiling as I saw that, as
she'd been told, she'd worn no underwear. I slid the sheer material
over her shoulders, taking time to kiss each rounded curve before I
slid her outfit down over her arms and chest, revealing her perfect
breasts, causing her to sigh as her breasts were exposed to the air,
her nipples instantly hard and erect.
I drew her outfit down over her hips, sliding it down over her
rounded asscheeks, kissing each buttock lightly as I peeled her costume
down over her thighs and legs, pulling it off first one ankle, then the
other. I stood back up and slid my arms around her waist and her neck,
one hand cupping a breast and squeezing it lightly while the other slid
between her legs and cupped her cuntmound, applying light pressure to
her vagina, causing her to moan in need and press forward against my
hand.
End Part 2/4
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 3/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
I continued to feel up Charlize Theron's beautiful body, kissing
and sucking at the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the sides of her
beautiful face. Her eyes were lightly closed and her mouth slightly
parted as she moaned in pleasure at my touch.
Gently, slowly, I bent her over the glass coffee table before
her, her beautiful ass presented to me, parted to show her shaven cuntlips
and pink, puckered asshole. I held back a laugh as I thought over the
irony of the situation, here I was doing a Blondes and Brunettes special
and the last two blondes I'd had were both natural brunettes!
All humor soon left though, as the tantalizing view of Charlize
Theron's ass filled my vision and hammered into my head, now was the time,
now I was going to get me some Charlize!
I slid my hand under her waist, so that it was pressed against
the warm flesh of my arm rather than the hard edge of the coffee table,
then I guided the tip of my cock towards her pussy, thinking all the
time of the cameras beneath the coffee table, hidden from view but getting
a great look at her tits, squashed against the glass table, and the
underside view of my cock entering her cunt.
"Please!" moaned Charlize, feeling me slide my cock up and down
between her slit, she wanted so badly to get my cock inside of her, her
mind was screaming for it, and her body likewise.
"Ahhhh!" I groaned as I pushed forward and sunk fully inside of
her cunt, her velvet tightness spreading before me, encircling my cock
and squeezing down on it as she gasped in pleasure at the exciting, desired
intrusion.
I pressed in until my hips were pressed snugly against
her beautiful, curved asscheeks, then with a look of regret began to
pull back until just my cockhead remained inside of her. With a quick
lunge I plunged back deep inside of her, making her squeal out loud in
ectasy as I fucked into Charlize's hot, wet pussy.
"Ugh! OH! YES!!" Charlize sobbed happily, her body flushed and
dizzy from pure ecstasy as I pushed in and out again and again, sliding
my cock in and out of her cunt over and over.
Charlize squaled happily as my cock filled her to the brim,
then pulled out almost to the point of exit, leaving her feeling empty
and in need of more, before I slammed back in, causing another dizzying
wave of pleasure to ride through her sexy, sweaty body.
She let out grunts and moans of pleasure with every thrust, the
impact of my hips against her ass sending shockwaves of pleasure
throughout her entire body. She screamed, gasped, grunted and sobbed
out her pleasure as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her hard
and fast. She begged and pleaded me for more, more, always more, she
just couldn't get enough of my cock, she needed it, she had to have it,
and I was more than willing to give it to her.
The loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the room, accentuated
by Charlize's cries of passion, which increased my desire and my pleasure,
causing me to redouble the speed of my thrusts of my cock in and out of
her tight, clasping cunt.
Charlize threw back her head and squealed out her pleasure,
coming closer and closer to orgasm with each fucking thrust of my cock
into her cunt. I slammed into her and held for a second, my cock fully
buried inside of her snatch. I regarded her naked, sweaty body, grinding
back against mine, shaking with intense need and pleasure. I let a
breathless grin cross my face, then pulled back almost completely from her
cunt and slammed all the way back in.
I stopped again, and suddenly I had pulled totally out of her
cunt. She cried out in desperate need, not understanding why I was
no longer fucking her, but seconds later I had turned her around so
that I could look into her face and over her magnificent tits. She
spread her legs eagerly, her face a mask of laviscious lust and need,
her ass mashing against the glass of the coffee table, all of it being
captured on film.
I guided my cock into her soaking, juiced up cunt once again and
impaling her once more with my hard cockmeat. She groaned as I withdrew
my cock almost out of her pussy, making a wet, sucking noise before I
slammed back into her again, screwing the hot blond celebrity
with everything I had.
I slammed into her again and again, getting back into the former
pace. No longer squashed against the glass, her breasts wobbled and
swayed about on her chest before she reached up and began squeezing them,
twisting her nipples about in her fingers, tugging on them harder and
harder, screeching out in desire.
Her body glistened with sweat as I fucked her harder and harder,
slamming in and out of her cunt, her mind now nothing but a dizzying
wave of erotic pleasure, washing over any possible coherent thought
patterns. Nothing existed for Charlize Theron now but pleasure, the
pleasure of getting fucked, fucked by me.
Her continuous moans and gasps of pleasure were only broken up
when she stopped to suck in huge lungfuls of air, causing her chest to
rise and her breasts to look even larger. I leaned down and pressed
my tongue between her fingers and onto her nipple, sucking at the erect
flesh of her nipples as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her
hard.
Charlize screamed out louder than ever before, and slammed her
cunt up hard against my cock, her body lifting off the coffee table,
body arching as she hit her orgasm, her juices blasting out around my
cock which continued to plant itself inside of her snatch. Her body
finally unlocked and began to shake and shudder about as her flesh hit
the breaking point and her orgasm overtook any kind of control Charlize
might have previously been capable of holding over it.
My cock began to pulse and throb and I could feel my cum boiling
up within my balls. I groaned happily, my pleasure increased as she
orgasmed, I pulled my mouth from her breasts, grabbed her outstretched
legs by the thighs and pulled my head back, throwing back my back and
slamming my hips forward.
"YESSSS!!!!" squealed Charlize through gritted teeth, her hands
balling into fists as she rode over the crest of her orgasm.
"AHHHH!" I cried out, and then blasted my cum deep into her
pussy, shooting strand after strand of sperm into Charlize Theron's
cunt and crying out in pleasure as I came.
I fell back from between her legs with a low groan, my cock
pulling wetly from her juicy cunt with a slurping noise as I fell back
onto the couch, my body sweating heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly
as I tried to catch my breath.
Charlize lay on the coffee table, arms and legs akimbo, tits
rising up and down, face flushed with a radiant glow, sweat glistening
on her hot, naked body, juices dribbling from her open pussy, dripping
off the glass coffee table onto the floor.
"Shit," I groaned, sitting up a little too quickly and feeling
a wave of dizziness pass through me, my blood still centered mainly
around my crotch,"I don't think I could handle two days in that valley."
A corny joke, true, but after that incredible fuck, it was the
best I could have possibly come up with.
Australia - June 22nd - 2:37 PM.
Dr. Paul Fischer, PhD, frowned slightly.
"And the dream returned the same night your husband came back?"
"Nightmare," Nicole corrected subconsciously,"And yes."
"Hmmmm," Dr. Fischer said, then said nothing more.
Nicole stared at him, waiting for him to say something, and
as she stared, her mind worked until finally she saw what he was getting
at,"You don't think that Tom coming back is the reason I had that dream
do you?"
Dr. Fischer leaned forward slightly, arching one eyebrow slightly,
before answering.
"I didn't say that, Nicole, do you think that?"
"That's ridiculous," she replied, a note of anger creeping into
her voice. Her first session with him and already she didn't like him,
despite the high recommendation of her Therapist in America.
"Is it?" replied Fischer, leaning back in his chair, Nicole
unconsciously leaning forward and chastising herself when she realized
what she'd done.
"Yes! To suggest that Tom coming back brought back the
nightmare...." she trailed off, looking at him as if to show just how
ridiculous the idea was.
"Yes?"
"Well what?" she snapped,"Are you trying to say that Tom is
the source of my nightmares? That, I don't know, somehow he represents
the stranger? That knowing he was coming back also brought back the
nightmare?"
"I'm not saying anything, Nicole," Fischer replied calmly, in
direct counterpoint to her rising voice,"You, however, seem to have
thought a lot about this possibility."
"That's ridiculous!" she snapped,"I love my husband, he loves
me, he'd certainly never do to me what.... what that man did to me in
my nightmare."
"And what exactly did he do, Nicole?" asked Fischer,"You were
rather vague on that point, I believe your exact words were,'He came into
my bed and made me do things I'd never done before,' is that correct?"
"I don't want to talk about that," she replied, uneasy now.
"Nicole, if you want me to help, if you want to get this nightmare
behind you, you have to trust me," Fischer said, and despite his calm
face, Nicole couldn't help but feel he was disappointed in her, and somehow
this made her feel bad,"I can't help you if you don't tell me everything,
ther can be no full treatment with only half the symptoms described."
"This.... this can't be revealed to anyone," she warned, still
uneasy, she didn't know this man, had first met him today, and he wanted
her to trust him.
"You have complete confidentiality," Fischer replied seriously,
his eyes staring into hers,"The Doctor/Patient relationship is sacred,
I gave an oath never to reveal what goes on in these sessions without
your permission, and I take my word seriously."
Somehow this reassured Nicole, and she nodded, before swallowing
dryly.
And then she told him everything about the nightmare.
Los Angeles - June 27th - 7:34 PM.
"Ma'am, a phone call for you," said the Waiter, appearing next
to her with a black cellphone on a tray, almost as if it was her main
course.
Angelina Jolie sat in one of the classiest Restaurants in all
of Los Angeles, and one of the hardest to get into. Having Jon Voight
make the reservations certainly helped in not only getting in, but getting
a good table.
"Hello?" she asked, glancing up at the Waiter, who took the cue
and stepped out of earshot, waiting to get the phone back when she was
done.
"Angelina?" asked the voice on the other end.
"Dad?"
"Yes, good, I'm glad I got hold of you."
Angelina's father, the famous and extremely gifted Jon Voight,
was currently making a big comeback in Hollywood following a self imposed
exile during the sickness of his late mother, Angelina's grandmother. The
two were friends, despite Jon abandoning her and her mother when she was
only one year old, something which had led Angelina to take her middle
name as a surname in Hollywood, wanting to get by on her own merits rather
than because she was the daughter of Jon Voight.
"What is it this time?" she said with a smile.
"Traffic, believe it or not," he returned, and she could tell
that he was smiling to,"If I get in there at all it won't be till close
to 11, you might want to go ahead without me."
"Sure thing," she chuckled,"I brought cash."
They both laughed, her recent ****** card problems had seen her
start carrying about cash.
"Love you, honey, I'll see you this weekend I guess," the famous
actor said.
"Okay, I'll probably just grab some takeout, bye Dad."
She disconnected and held up the phone for the Waiter, thanking
him as he took it from her.
"I won't be dining here after all," she told him,"My father has
been unavoidably detained."
"Of course, Ma'am, we hope to have you here again soon, of course."
She smiled, but it quickly faded, replaced by a troubled look.
"Ma'am?" asked the Waiter, frowning slightly.
"That waitress," Angelina whispered, indicating to her left,"How
long has she been working here?"
The Waiter turned and looked at the waitress several tables over,
a tall blond woman. He frowned slightly.
"I don't know that woman," he muttered,"I've never seen her
before."
"She's been following me about for days," growled Angelina darkly,
absolutely sure now that this waitress was the same woman who she'd seen
out of the corner of her eyes for days now, at the bank when she'd had
problems with her ****** cards, at the telephone company after her phone
had been cut off, at the power company when the power at her home had
been removed.
"Stay here, ma'am, I'll inform the Head Waiter, he'll get The
Manager."
The Waiter moved away, and Angelina glared darkly at the fake
waitress, feeling her anger building as the events of the last few days
all built up within her. A red haze seemed to settle over her vision,
she felt so angry and suddenly she wanted to deal with this herself, not
to let someone else take care of the problem.
Her chair scraped along the floor as she got up, still glaring
at the waitress who had been stealing increasingly uneasy glances her
way. As Angelina began storming towards her, The Waitress turned about
and moved towards the kitchen.
"Hold it!" snapped Angelina, startling a few of the diners she
passed,"Hold it right there."
The Waitress didn't hesitate, she broke for the kitchen door,
and with a crazy feeling of elation and freedom, Angelina took off after
her.
The kitchen staff cried out at the intrusion as the blonde burst
across the floor, reaching behind her and scattered pots and pans all
over the floor. One of the chefs cried out in outrage as she shoved
past him, and seconds later he was spun about again as Angelina shoved
past him, her face flushed with a predatory excitement as she chased
the other woman down.
She slammed through the doorway, startled by the sudden drop in
temperature as she left the stifling kitchen and hit the relatively cooler
atmosphere of the outside.
She twisted her head about, the alleyway she'd found herself in
seemed deserted, until she looked the other way and saw the other woman
disappearing in the distance.
A surprisingly feral grin crossed Angelina's beautiful face and
she pounced after her prey, easily catching up to the woman, who was
clutching her side and wheezing painfully.
Angelina grabbed the woman by the back of the shoulders and spun
her about, not knowing what she planned to do but wanting to get a close
look at the face of the woman who'd been stalking her. She was startled
by the other woman's beauty, her features were striking, unique in a way
Angelina had never seen before.
The blonde stared at her with wide, frightened eyes, obviously
at a loss over this sudden turn of events, the shift of hunter to prey,
her lips were parted and she was breathing heavily, a light sheen of
sweat on her beautiful face.
"Who are you?" snapped Angelina,"Why have you been following
me?"
The woman stared at her with those same wide eyes, and Angelina
found herself sinking into them, huge limpid pools of bright intelligence
that seemed to suck Angelina in.
- She's so beautiful, - Angelina thought, surprised by her sudden
shift in thought patterns. Something about this woman reminded her of
Elizabeth Mitchell, the woman she'd had a sex scene with in Gia, for which
Angelina had won a Golden Globe.
She leaned forward, and her lips lightly touched the blond womans,
who stared at her in surprise, then returned the kiss.
As if the tactile contact had instigated some kind of flashback,
Angelina suddenly knew who the woman was, she knew her, she'd met her,
they'd talked together before.
It was Deborah Kara Unger!
"You... you're Deborah Unger," gasped Angelina,"Why have you
been following me."
- More importantly, - she thought to herself, - Why didn't I
recognize her until now? And why didn't the Waiter or any of the diners
in the restaurant recognize her? -
Indeed, in a city where Celebrity was everything, the idea that
a celebrity could pose as a waitress and go unnoticed was impossible.
"Because I told her to," said a voice behind her. Angelina spun
about and found herself facing a tall, dark figure in a long trenchcoat,
smoking a cigarette and generally looking very evil.
"Who are you?" she asked, his features backlit by the
streetlights, obscuring his features.
"Dear oh dear," muttered the man, shaking his head as he took
another drag on his cigarette,"You certainly are bad with faces, aren't
you."
He stepped forward, his face appearing from the shadows.
"YOU!" she gasped, seeing the man, knowing his identity
immediately,"What do you have to do with all this?"
"You'll find out," the man said with a grin, and lifted something
from his trenchcoat's pocket. Angelina gasped when he lifted the gun
and pointed it at her.
"No, don't!" she gasped in fear, even as he pulled the trigger.
She flinched reflexively, feeling the dull pain as the bullet
entered her, not hurting anywhere near as much as she thought it would.
- I must be in shock, - she thought, looking down at her chest,
where a dart was now protruding from her upper chest, - No, it was a
dart, a tranquiliz........ -
She collapsed to the ground before she could finish the
thought.
When Angelina Jolie awoke, she lay on a bed, stripped naked
with her arms and legs spreadeagled out, tied to the plain cot with
smooth, clean looking ropes.
"What's going on?" she gasped, her throat raspy.
"Back in the land of the living, eh?" said a voice, and the man
who'd shot her with the tranquilizer dart reappeared from the shadows of
the room she was in, his grin lewd as he stared over her beautiful,
naked body.
"What kind of sick game is this?" Angelina cried out, struggling
against the bonds holding her there,"Why are you doing this?"
The man moved to the side of the cot, running one hand over
Angelina's flank, making the beautiful 24 year old flinch back from his
touch. He chuckled at that.
"Soon you will beg for my touch," he laughed.
"Forget it!" she spat angrily,"If you think you can get away
with this....."
"Oh but I will," he laughed,"I've gotten away with it so many
times before, you see."
"What?" she gasped, confused.
"Don't you get it yet?" he asked, shaking his head ruefully, as
if trying to teach a particularly dim child,"Don't you know who I am?"
"Of course I do," she snapped, saying his name and his t.v show.
"Ah yes, but that's only scratching the surface," he laughed,
hunkering down on his knees,"You see, in reality, I am actually The
Celebrity Hypnotist."
Her eyes grew wide at this startling revelation. She'd been just
as engrossed as the rest of the country over The Celebrity Hypnotist
Trial that had seen Matt LeBlanc sentenced to over four decades of hard
time after his startling confession during Donovan Prescott's cross
examination. But was it possible, like some of the crazier tabloids
said, that the real Celebrity Hypnotist was still out there, while his
scapegoat, Matt LeBlanc, rotted in a Facility for something he hadn't
done.
"Oh yes," he laughed, seeing the fear in her eyes,"It's fear now,
but soon it will be lust, soon you will beg to suck me, to be fucked
by me, to let me do anything and everything that I want to to you."
"You're a fucking lunatic!" she growled at him,"You're not The
Celebrity Hypnotist, just some sad little para-celebrity with delusions
of grandeur!"
"You think so?" asked The Celebrity Hypnotist, smiling,"You're
just as headstrong as Deborah was, and look how she turned out."
Before Angelina's startled eyes, the man turned and motioned
towards the doorway of the small room they were in. Through it crawled
Deborah Kara Unger, completely naked, a look of raw, animal lust on
her face as she made her way on hands and knees to the CH's side, mewling
pathetically as he slid his hand through her golden blonde tresses.
"You will be like her soon, willing to do anything for me, willing
to let me do anything to you that I please, and you'll love every minute
of it."
The man walked to the foot of the cot and stroked his hand over
her legs, making her shudder in fear as she realized the helplessness of
her situation.
"Please," she whispered,"Don't rape me."
"Don't worry, darling," he laughed,"You'll cum a long time before
I do."
He got up onto the cot, his knees resting against the firm wooden
material. He stared all over her naked body, taken in her trimmed, shaven
pussy, her flat waist, firm, rounded breasts and beautiful face. He
was going to enjoy this.
DONK!
The heavy thud of wood against flesh was sickening, and moments
later The Celebrity Hypnotist's body was falling onto Angelina's his
chest pressing against her firm breasts, squashing them against his
pectorals as his full weight was pressed onto hers.
Seconds later he was rolled off of her and fell to the ground,
moaning in pain.
"What?" gasped Angelina.
"Are you all right?" asked the Waiter who had brought her the
phone at the restaurant, concern etched in his face as he held the loose
board limply at his side, cracked and splintered after he'd slammed it
into The CH's head.
"What? How? Get me out of here!" she cried, deciding to put aside
the unanswered questions of how the Waiter had ended up here... wherever
here was.
"Sure," he gasped, then turned to face Deborah, who was rubbing
her forehead as if she had a headache,"You wanna help me over here?"
"What's going on?" the beautiful blond moaned,"I feel like I've
been walking through seawater these last few weeks."
"Forget that," muttered the Waiter, help me get her untied.
"That's Angelina Jolie?" muttered Deborah, unsteadily getting
to her feet,"What's she doing here?"
"Getting more and more pissed off!" snapped Angelina,"Hurry
up!"
"Calm down, your highness," snapped Deborah back, then helped
the Waiter to untie her from her bonds.
They lifted her from the cot, and she waved them away, wanting
to get to her feet herself.
"Where are my clothes?" she asked, looking about the small room
for any sign of the outfit she'd been wearing at the restaurant, there
was no sign.
"Come on, we'll grab some rainjackets from on deck," the Waiter
muttered,"I don't like it down here, I get claustrophobic."
"On deck?" asked Angelina,"Just where the hell are we?"
For the first time, she realized that the floor was tolting back
and forth every so slightly, indicating they were on some kind of boat,
moored safely or anchored out somewhere on calm, smooth seas.
"On this freaks boat," replied the Waiter, pointing at The CH,
who was curled up in a small ball by the cot, gripping his head and
moaning quietly,"I came out in time to see him load you into the back of
his car. I didn't have time to call the police so I grabbed my own car
and followed you. When he showed up at the docks and got onboard this
boat, I knew I couldn't grab the Harbor Patrol like I'd planned, so I
swam after as he headed out and climbed onboard, luckily this thing
can be piloted by one guy, I think I can get us back to land."
For the first time, Angelina realized he was dripping wet, and
was touched by this unknown man's efforts to save her.
"Come on then, let's go," she said,"I think the police are going
to enjoy talking to this punk."
"We'll lock the door behind us," the Waiter nodded,"Keep the
perve trapped in his own cell."
"Not so fast," grunted The CH, staggering to his feet, glaring
at the three of them with baleful eyes. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small, black box with a red button on it.
"What the hell is that?" snapped Deborah, her mind her own again
after seeing him smashed unconscious,"A Star Trek Communicator?"
"Funny, bitch," snapped The CH,"No, this is a transmittor, wired
to explosives set around this ship. I had it prepared as an insurance
policy in case anything ever went wrong. One push of this button, and
thirty seconds later the ship blows up."
"And takes you with it," said the Waiter,"Bullshit."
"Maybe, maybe not," chuckled The CH,"I might have an escape plan,
or I might be crazy enough, vindictive enough, to try and take you all
with me as punishment for defying me.... you wanna try me?"
"Yeah, we do!" snarled Angelina, stepping forward defiantly. The
Ch gazed appreciatively down her body, and she stepped back quickly,
moving behind the dripping wet form of the Waiter.
"We're not scared of you," growled Deborah, also hiding her naked
body behind the Waiter's soaking body.
"Fine," chuckled The CH, then cackled madly as he slammed his
hand down hard on the button. He began to laugh maniacally, throwing
his head back and bellowing out laughter.
"Oh shit," said Deborah,"You don't think he's crazy enough...?"
"Let's not wait to find out," gulped the Waiter, and the three
of them twisted about and rushed into the dark corridors of the ship.
"Follow me!" cried the two beautiful celebrity woman's savior,
leading them to the stairs which took them up onto the deck of the ship,
which was a small cargo ship of some type.
"How long has it been!?" gasped Angelina, her breasts rising
and falling heavily as she tried to regain her breath.
"I've no fucking idea," cried the Waiter, spinning his head
about wildly, looking for shore,"The fucker has taken us out to sea before
putting in anchor, we'll need a boat."
He rushed to the side of the deck, grabbing a small, orange
package, then turned to face the two beautiful, naked celebrities, his
face verging near panic.
"Okay!" he shouted,"As soon as I throw this thing, jump after
it, our time must almost be up!"
He didn't wait for acknowledgment, just pulled a small cord
on the package and flung it out into the cool night sky. Then he lept
onto the rail along the side of the deck and without hesitation leaped
into the air. Right behind him, Angelina and Deborah also launched
themselves through the air, and seconds later a huge WHUMP! filled the
air and the breath was knocked from their bodies as a huge wall of heat
flung them forward.
They hit the cold water hard, shocking them back to consciousness
as they sunk into the water. Both beautiful women immediately kicked
with their firm, toned legs and made their way back to the surface,
breaking the water and gasping for air.
End Part 3/4
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 4/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
Deborah Kara Unger and Angelina Jolie stared in fascination at
the flaming wreck of the ship over thirty feet away from them, sinking
into the water. Fire on the water was a rare sight, and both woman
were seemingly captivated by it.
"Crazy fucker actually did it," gasped Deborah,"Can you believe
it?"
"I can't believe this whole thing," replied Angelina, treading
water,"It's like a fucking movie."
"Yeah, but without stunt doubles," chuckled Deborah. Angelina
stared at her in surprise, then seconds later joined her in laughter.
"You girls want to stay there all night? you seem to be enjoying
yourself," said a voice behind them, and they turned about in the water
to see their hero, the Waiter, sitting in a large, inflatable raft just
a few feet away.
At the same time that an unknown Waiter was pulling two very
sexy, naked celebrities from the water by a flaming wreckage, two very
rich men were sitting in an office, discussing Donovan Prescott.
"He's a workhorse, not scared to take his share of the workload,
and more... and he doesn't brag about it," Joseph Salinger said gruffly,
as close to outright admiration and encouragement as the
elderly, distinguished lawyer ever got,"He reminds me alot of Gorman,
when he started out with me all those years ago."
Alex McKenzie nodded, as the youngest of the three Partners,
he always showed the proper and correct respect to Salinger, holding
back his rather dry humor. The fact that he was a Partner at all showed
how talented he was, Salinger, Gorman and McKenize had been Salinger and
Gorman for over twenty years, despite a number of extremely
gifted Associates passing through the doors over the years. This Firm
was one that shoveled large workloads onto it's employees and gave little
in the way of encouragement. You got paid well if you worked well, and
you learned a great deal about the law, if you worked at Salinger, Gorman
and McKenzie.
And of course, you also learned how to bend, twist and even
break those laws.
"So what do you think your chances are on this case?" Salinger
asked McKenzie.
"The guy is guilty is hell, I know it, The Judge knows it, Opposing
Counsel knows it, hell, even the Jury know it. The only person that
doesn't know it is Donovan, and thanks to the research he's been putting
in, our client is going to get off."
"You're going to argue reasonable doubt?"
"Of course, and Donovan and I have been having some pretty heavy
strategy sessions, I've been able to turn his mind to twisting the facts
of the evidence to make it all look circumstantial."
"A very slight twist of ethics," noted Salinger.
"Very slight, almost negligible," agreed McKenzie,"But...."
"But it will be enough, he's done it once, he'll do it again,
and he'll move more and more outside the accepted practice of the law,
soon the only thing he'll care about will be winning cases, no matter
how he has to do it."
"And once we have him thinking like that, he'll be unstoppable."
"Exactly," chuckled Salinger, a dry, rasping laugh that brought
to mind images of lizards and other scaly creatures. The seventy year
old lawyer was very well maintained, he looked distinguished and dignified,
every bit the elder Statesman. But there was something about him, something
you only noticed if you spent alot of time with him, which almost nobody
did,"Then we'll have a superb legal weapon that can get anybody off,
and the money will come rolling in."
Both men held up their glasses, a superb brandy from Salinger's
bar, and clinked them together, laughing quietly to themselves at the
thought of all the drug and blood money their crusading Associate would
soon be bringing in.
"This is the problem with real life," Deborah moaned through
chattering teeth,"In a movie we would have cut to ******s after you
showed up."
The three companions sat in the large rubber raft, shivering
uncontrollably as the cold air swept through their bodies. The Waiter
was slightly better off, as he was wearing clothes, but they were soaked
through, and he too was feeling the effects of the cold.
Angelina huddled her arms around her breasts and tried to fight
off the cold through sheer force of will.
"A... after the c-******s," she chattered,"It would cut back
to the burning boat, and a hand would smash through the wreckage."
They all laughed at that, but it could only hold off the cold
for so long.
"I wish someone would say, that's a wrap," Deborah moaned, which
didn't help anyone. Suddenly the beautiful blond sat up straight, getting
the other two's attention.
"I read somewhere," she gasped,"That to hold off hypothermia,
you should huddle together with someone."
"Good idea," replied Angelina,"Come here."
Soon the two women had their arms wrapped around each other's
bodies, heads pressed together, rubbing up and down slightly in order
to cause a little friction, create a little heat.
Angelina hesitated slightly, then looked up at the miserable
looking Waiter, who was shivering badly.
"Join us," she said,"I don't want you to die of hypothermia
and haunt me for the rest of my life."
He quickly moved to the center of the raft, and soon all three
were pressed together, rubbing up and down, trying to create body heat
to fight off the cold.
"Is it just me," muttered Deborah,"Or is this like the premise
to some cheap porno."
This had the desired effect, as everyone laughed and forgot
the cold momentarily. But this was soon followed by slight unease,
as the two women remembered they were naked and the man remembered just
who he was huddled up against.
"Hardly cheap," Angelina joked weakly,"I don't come cheap... and
I mean that in every possible way."
This time the laughter was short, and rather forced.
Angelina turned to look at Deborah, figuring that this way nothing
would be misconstrued by direct eyecontact. Looking into the other
woman's eyes though, she suddenly found herself sinking into them again,
as she had back in the alley outside the restaurant.
As she continued to rub up and down against the woman, who did
the same, she felt a heat growing within her lap, something that Deborah
could not fail to feel.
The blond woman only smiled however, and before Angelina Jolie
knew what she was doing, she'd leaned down and begun kissing the beautiful
Deborah Kara Unger.
The Waiter watched them with wide eyes, feeling his erection
grow within the tight, confining pants that were plastered to his skin.
As Deborah broke the kiss with Angelina, she felt the presence
of the Waiter close to her. Turning about, her mind still a little
confused and unsure after that kiss, she was surprised when his mouth
met hers, and he french kissed the beautiful movie star.
She was taken aback, but moments later she returned the kiss,
her own tongue sliding into the man's mouth, passing over his as they
sucked and tasted on each other's mouths.
They broke the kiss and Deborah looked down, seeing his erection
plainly through the watersoaked material of his pants. He blushed
slightly, but she just chuckled and before he knew it she had pushed
him onto his back on the floor of the raft.
"What are you doing?" he and Angelina asked at the same
time.
"Shhh," Deborah chuckled, her mind overwhelmed with lust again,
and then unbuckled her hero's belt and peeled his wet pants down over
his legs.
Angelina's eyes bulged as the blond went down on the Waiter, whose
name neither of them knew. He groaned in surprised pleasure as Deborah
Kara Unger's face bobbed gently up and down over his lap, her lips spread
around his hard shaft.
The three were all separated now, but the cold no longer bothered
any of them, as if it had been forgotten. Deborah's large breasts pressed
firmly against the Waiter's legs, her smooth golden tresses brushing
against his thighs as she sucked and licked his cock, gobbling his crank
contentedly. Bent over as she was, her beautiful, curved ass was presented
to Angelina, who found her eyes drawn to the other woman's magnificent
buttocks. The dark haired movie star instantly felt her arousal grow,
her nipples seemingly hardening even more in the cold air, heat building
in her lap as she watched the other celebrity suck on a stranger's cock.
Deborah pulled away suddenly, a strand of saliva connecting her
mouth and his cock for a second before breaking away. She turned around
and eyed Angelina with a small grin crossing her lips, mischief in her
eyes.
"Wha.... what?" asked Angelina, apprehensive at what she knew
was coming, knowing that she was looking forward to it. Her eyes closed
and she groaned in anticipation, siding with her animal instincts and
letting her desire take over.
She felt a hand slide up her bare thigh and groaned happily,
she opened her eyes and was rather taken aback to find it was the Waiters
hand moving up her leg, not Deborah's. This familiarity would normally
have unnerved or irritated her, but for some reason in these settings,
in this environment, she was just aroused.
He slid a finger deep into her hot, wet snatch, making her gasp out
at the pleasurable intrusion. Her cunt instinctively tightened down on
his finger, and he had to struggle to get a second finger inside of her
dripping pussy.
He began a sawing motion into her cunt with his fingers, sliding
the now soaking digits in and out between her cuntlips, his thumb pressing
and applying pressure onto her clit.
Angelina had thrown her head back and closed her eyes as she let
the sensations wash over her, but her eyes opened as she felt a pair of
hands grasp her on either side of the head. Presented before her were a
pair of magnificent breasts, large, firm and inviting.
Deborah fed one large tit into Angelina's mouth, the movie star
eagerly beginning to suck on the tit-flesh in her mouth, causing Deborah
to groan in sexual satisfaction.
The Waiter was presented with the rather pleasing sight
of Deborah's beautiful asscheeks just a few inches from his face as she
held up her tit to Angelina's mouth. As he continued to stroke his fingers
in and out of the brunette's pussy, he leaned forward and lightly licked
at Deborah's exposed cunt, sliding his tongue between her shaven cuntlips.
He pulled his fingers free from Angelina, causing her to moan
unhappily around Deborah's nipple. Lifting his fingers to his lips, the
Waiter sniffed, then tasted her juices, smiling at the taste before going
back for more, this time directly from the source.
Angelina gasped out as she felt the Waiter's mouth press against
her cunt and begin eating her out. His tongue swiftly explored her
trimmed snatch, dipping between the folds of her pussy lips as he offered
constant erotic stimulation to her cunt, the fingers of one hand rubbing
her clit while the fingers of the other ran over Deborah's ass, down her
crack, past her asshole and between her cuntlips. He had to support his
weight awkwardly on one elbow, but the slight discomfort paled
in comparison to the pleasure he got from tasting and feeling two such
beautiful, famous women.
Angelina was gasping now, moaning as she took in sharp, deep
gasps of air. The roles had been reversed, and Deborah was now feasting
on the brunettes magnificent breasts. She twisted from one to the other,
sucking in the plump, firm tit-flesh, playing her tongue over the excited
celebrity's nipples, nibbling and biting lightly to excite the other
woman.
The Waiter pulled his mouth from Angelina's cunt, sliding his hand
from Deborah's pussy and pressing it between Ms. Jolie's legs, pushing
into the brunettes hot, dripping snatch with fingers soaked with the
pussyjuice of the hot blond woman.
Angelina cried out in excitement as she felt him close his mouth
over her exposed breast, so that both he and Deborah were now sucking
on one breast each, while his fingers continued to pump in and out of
her pussy.
Her body jerked and twisted with increasing regularity as she
speedily approaching climax, her orgasm building up to take her, hard.
He and Deborah disengaged from Angelina's breasts at the same time
and both stared with pleasure at her chest, her titflesh glistening with
saliva. They turned and looked at each other, smiling happily before
joining in a quick, but passionate kiss, their tongues sliding into each
other's mouths.
He felt the blond celebrity's hand close around his cock, still
wet from when she had orally pleasured him earlier. She jerked him off
as they kissed again, the sides of their heads resting lightly against
Angelina's tits as she masturbated herself furiously, orgasming quickly,
her juices flowing out over her thighs and pooling at the bottom of the
raft, which was surprisingly stable considering the amount of movement
being carried out inside of it.
Deborah broke away from him and released his cock, grinning
wickedly before sliding the hand down over her waist and between her
legs, a finger pushing up into her cunt and frigging herself happily
before pulling her dripping fingers away.
She moved behind Angelina, then pulled the movie star back against
her so that the brunette's head rested on her stomach, just below her
full, erect breasts. She'd spread her legs out wide, and enjoyed the
feel of Angelina's warm flesh against her hot, steaming lap.
"Dinner time," Deborah murmured happily, bringing her fingers
to Angelina's mouth, pressing the juicy digits into the other woman's mouth,
who eagerly slurped the cuntcream from them. As she did this, the Waiter
masturbated her, keeping her in a high state of arousal that broke down
her inhibitions.
He took her hand and guided it to his shaft, and she instinctively
circled it, beginning a light, tugging handjob on the stranger who had
saved them from The Celebrity Hypnotist.
Deborah had removed her fingers from Angelina's mouth, and as
the brunette masturbated the Waiter and was masturbated in turn by him,
the blond woman slid her hands over the other woman's tits, massaging
and stroking them, smiling happily as she watched the Waiter lean forward
and kiss Angelina lightly, then deeper, obviously sucking on her tongue
and exploring the confines of her mouth.
He pulled away from her and stared down at her body, clearly highly
aroused, as if this was the first time he realized just what was going on
here.
Deborah, still behind Angelina, caressing and stroking her tits,
looked the Waiter deep in the eye and mouthed two words at him, a command
that he was only too willing to follow.
"Fuck her."
Angelina's hand was removed from the Waiters cock and replaced
by his own, and moments later the head of his cock was only an inch from
her hot, steaming slit.
Angelina breathed heavily, hot with anticipation and arousal,
increasingly turned on by Deborah's ministrations. She too, mouthed
words at him, her meaning clear.
"Fuck me."
He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, then
pushed forward into her and groaned loudly as he sank into her incredible,
velvet tightness.
As he did this, Deborah continued kneading and massaging the other
woman's breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples as Angelina cried
out in sexual rapture. At the same time, the Waiter's lap connected with
Angelina's, his cock buried balls deep into her cunt, his nuts pressing
warmly against her asshole.
He lay within her for a few moments, reveling in the sensation of
being inside of Angelina Jolie's cunt. And then he pulled back and slammed
forward, and instantly began to fuck her hard and fast, just as she
wanted, beginning a hard, lustdriven slam fuck that drove both Angelina
and Deborah wild.
Angelina's orgasms came quickly, with barely a gap inbetween
as her sensitized body was pushed over the edge again and again, her
cunt filled again and again, crammed with thick, hard cockmeat, rubbing
over her clitoris, driving her insane with pleasure as he fucked her
hard and fast, grunting and moaning in excitement.
He became lost in a white hot haze of sexual ecstasy, his cock
swallowed and sucked in by her orgasming pussy again and again, his mouth
closing over her buzzing, screeching nipple and tugging and jerking at
it with his teeth.
Angelina's head drove back into Deborah's belly, her head twisting
from side to side as she squealed in pleasure. Her cries rose and rose
in volume until she was making a barely audible hiss, her eyes rolled
back in her head as her hips hunched up and down uncontrollably against
his, her tits bouncing up and down as the movie stars sweat soaked body
thundered through orgasm after orgasm.
Finally she lay still beneath him as he thrust into her, his
cock slamming balls deep with each thrust as he groaned happily, loving
the feel of Angelina Jolie's tight cunt around his cock.
"Hey, loverboy," whispered Deborah, her quiet voice somehow
penetrating the lustcrazed fog of his mind,"Don't forget about me, kay?"
He looked up at her, as if confused as to why she would distract
him while fucking Angelina Jolie. But one look at her large breasts
and flushed, eager face soon changed that confusion to a look of even
deeper lust, and with a squelching slurp, his cock pulled free from
Angelina Jolie's cunt.
The brunette slid to the floor with a low moan of satisfaction,
her legs still spread wide and a dazed, happy face of contentment. The
Waiter climbed over her and slid up the side of the raft, against which
Deborah Kara Unger was waiting.
They wasted no time on preliminaries, just a quick kiss before
he turned her around and parted her eager legs with his knees, giving
his cock better access to her cunt. Her breasts squashed against the
side of the inflatable raft and she threw back her head happily as his
cock entered her tight, juicy quim.
"Oh yes," Deborah gasped happily,"Fuck me, yes!"
The Waiter was on his knees behind the hot celebrity, his cock
sliding into her soaked cunt-passage. He groaned in desire as he thrust
forward, burying his orgasm deep into the velvet depths of her vagina.
Deborah moved her ass back and forth, sliding her cunt up and
down onto his stabbing cock. The Waiter slammed into her pussy with
increasing tempo, the hot blond star grunting and crying out
animalistically.
"Yes! Oh yes, I love it!" she cried breathlessly,"Fuck me, do it,
fuck me!"
She cried out in joy as he pounded his cock in and out of her
tight, gushing snatch with everything he had, holding nothing back as
the sensations once more took over him.
The actress drove her cunt back onto his piercing cock, her hips
grinding back against him, countering his strokes, meeting him halfway,
his hips slapping against her firm asscheeks with each thrust into her
cunt.
Deborah's body jerked and shook uncontrollably as she came,
orgasming roughly, crying out happily as her juices spread out past his
rampaging cock and over her inner thighs, running down to the floor of the
raft.
The Waiter plunged his cock frantically into her fuckhole as the
blond celebrity climaxed, crying out breathlessly for him to fuck her
again, harder, faster, she wanted more, she NEEDED more!.
The pace of his thrusts increased again, his cock hammering into
Deborah's cunt, making her squeal in delight. He slammed deep, balls
slapping forward so far that they hit her clitoris, blasting her with
more and more sexual pleasure. He slammed forward against her ass,
grinding against her beautiful buttocks, twisting his cock back and forth
inside her stuffed cunt, groaning happily.
Deborah screamed out as she orgasmed again, squealing for more,
she HAD to have MORE!
She thrashed about wildly beneath him, her big tits bouncing up
and down as she thrust her body back, exposing her mammaries once again
to the cool sea air.
Even as her orgasm wound down, Deborah Kara Unger continued to
ram her cunt back and forth on his cock, sobbing in joy as she orgasmed
again and again. She whimpered like a child, begging him for more,
to fuck her again, her body tensing and releasing as she humped back
against his cock.
Finally her body was exhausted and she fell forward onto the
side of the raft, her arms falling over the side, hands dragging in the
water.
A few moments later she felt his cock pull from her cunt, leaving
her feeling empty and in need of more. Fully sated as she should have
been, still she felt like overindulging, like getting his cock into her
again.
She turned about an grinned as she saw the Waiter on his knees,
steadying himself with his hands on the sides of the raft as Angelina
was on all fours before him, sucking on his cock hungrily.
Deborah got down onto her hands and knees as well and moved over
beside Angelina, who pulled her mouth from the Waiter's cock and turned
to kiss her blond lover.
The two women then turned their attentions back to their hero's
cock, licking and kissing his shaft, taking turns deepthroating him
and sucking his balls into their mouths.
Finally the man grunted and the two celebrities eagerly opened
their mouths as he shot his cum, his sperm firing into both their mouths
and across both their faces, giving them both facials a pornstar would
have been proud of.
With a grunt, the Waiter fell onto his ass at the bottom of the
raft, a sated, blank look on his face. The two naked celebrities turned
to each other and grinned at the sight of the sperm all over each other's
faces. They took turns licking cum from each other's faces before locking
into another passionate kiss.
When they broke away they saw the Waiter smiling at
them, obviously well pleased with his work.
"We don't even know your name," giggled Angelina, chuckling at
her own debauchery.
"Yeah," laughed Deborah,"I've been thinking of you as 'the Waiter'
all this time!"
They all laughed.
"Who am I?" asked the Waiter, still smiling,"How rude of me for
not introducing myself."
He held out his hands to them both and they both took them, shaking
his hands solemnly, then breaking into girlish laughter.
"I'm The Celebrity Hypnotist," I said with a grin,"And that's a
wrap."
"Of course it was all scripted out," I said as Kevin stopped the
tape, chuckling,"That explosion was put in by the Special Effects guys
after the shoot was done. It was all in their heads the entire time,
the explosion, the wreckage, everything."
"The boat was just sitting there?" asked Kevin.
"No more than a hundred feet away at any time," I chuckled,"But
they saw the burning wreckage of a boat slowly sinking into the water
before disappearing."
"And they never saw the Operatives hanging around, keeping the
area cleared, or the film crew, or anything," he laughed, not questioning,
but stating fact. The only thing he didn't know was that all of those
Operatives and Film Crew had seen me as a different celebrity, just a way
of keeping my identity completely safe. Paranoid maybe, but the recent
Trial had shown me the benefit of such paranoia.
"By the way, why did you use David Schwimmer to play the fake
Celebrity Hypnotist?" Kevin asked.
"Irony," I replied, and we both laughed.
"So all of this will be gone from their memories by now, right?"
"Yeah," I said with a smile,"They'll have dreamed of this by now
and let their minds forget it, because after all, it's just a dream
right, why should they remember?"
"Good, good," said Kevin with a smile. He removed the tape from
the video,"Another Bestseller, I think, I'm glad I greenlighted this
project, I like this new theme idea of yours."
"It's a lot of fun," I replied, nodding,"In fact, I've already
had another idea."
"Go ahead," laughed Kevin,"I can't wait to hear this."
"I was thinking it was time we did an International Special..."
Kevin was already hooked, and all thoughts of Eyes Wide Shut,
Stanley Kubrick and Tom Cruise were pushed to the back of his mind as I
outlined my next plan.
End Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13.
Next Chapter : Celebrity Hypnotist - International Edition,
starring Elizabeth Hurley, Natalie Imbruglia, Lucy Lawless &
Renee O'Connor.
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Lauren Holly Heather Locklear
Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Love Hewitt
Helen Hunt Debbe Dunning
Faith Ford Patricia Richardson
Mary Hart Sarah Michelle Gellar
Tea Leoni Neve Campbell
Carmen Elektra Jenny McCarthy
Jenna Elfman Julia Roberts
Cindy Crawford Isabella Rosselinni
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Stuff you might like to know : The Celebrity Hypnotist is
a Celebrity himself (his identity not yet revealed) who works for
the powerful, manipulative Organization first revealed in my early
story - Celebrity Rapist. Recently The CH survived an attempt by
high ranking Organization member Lisa Kudrow to reveal his actions,
this ultimately led to the ruin of Lisa's career in both
Entertainment and possibly The Organization. Getting back to
business, The CH set about hypnotizing and setting up scenes with
various blond and brunette movie stars. He started with Cameron
Diaz, Catherine Zeta Jones and Claudia Schiffer.
In this chapter, he finishes this theme by targeting
Gwyneth Paltrow, Charlize Theron, Deborah Kara Unger and Angelina
Jolie.
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 Part 1/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
June 17th - Office Of The Head - 5:15 AM.
The Receptionist was new to the office, but not to the position,
as he liked to joke to whoever he could.
George Fuller had worked for Kevin Spacey for several years,
and while neither man considered the other to be a close friend, both
had respect and trust in each other, and Kevin knew that he could rely on
the man. When Kevin's predecessor had been murdered, George had been
temporarily unemployed for several weeks until the previous Receptionist
had been moved back into the Secretarial Pool and George had been called
back up to do the same old job he'd always done, but now with better pay
and privileges.
He was in earlier today than usual, he hadn't asked why he was
needed over two hours before it was required and no reason had been given,
and so far all he'd done was sit at his desk and re-sort his files.
A ding caused George to start, and he looked up in surprise at
the elevator doors just 15 yards away. Who was coming up at 5:15 in the
morning? Kevin usually only got 4 or 5 visitors on a busy day, and usually
never before noon.
The doors opened and George's eyes widened as a very disheveled
and tired looking Tom Cruise stepped through the doors, looking more than
a little pissed off.
He made his way to the desk, weaving slightly as if he was drunk,
until George realized that he was dead on his feet, totally physically
exhausted.
"He... hello, can I help you?" George asked, his heart in his
throat.
Tom sighed inwardly, seeing the way the man was looking at him.
He was used to adoration and disbelief in the eyes of his fans,
was even used to the loving looks of the young female girls who screamed
at him at Premieres and Award Ceremonies. Unfortunately he was also
used to the looks he got from certain males, a look akin to those young
girls, but skewed with a slight arrogance and sense of smugness. George
was obviously gay, and he'd heard the stories that the tabloids spread
about him, coupled with the accusations of his former wife, making George
think that maybe he had a chance with Tom, maybe he could get some.
He really didn't have time to deal with that kind of game today,
so he just snapped at The Receptionist.
"He's expecting me, buzz me through."
"I'll just check...." started George, his eyes not leaving Tom's,
thinking maybe that he could hypnotize the superstar, that he could enjoy
the sort of rendezvous losers wrote about on the Internet.
"Just buzz me through!" snapped Tom, doing his best to be an
asshole and stop the prick staring at him.
"It's all right, George," said Kevin's voice through the
intercom,"Let him in."
George held Tom's gaze a moment more, a cool look of smug arrogance
there, as if he was saying,'I know your secret, pal, you're no better than
the rest of us.'
Tom didn't bother to hold the gaze, he was tired and pissed off,
he'd just spent well over 20 hours on a plane, coming over from Australia
where he and his wife were engaged in different movie and theater projects.
He stormed into the office and waited for the doors to close,
which effectively soundproofed the room.
"You have a good reason to be calling me in here without
explanation?" he snapped at Kevin, who was sitting calmly behind his
desk, the huge window behind him showing the lightening darkness and
bright lights of the big city.
"I wouldn't be taking that attitude with me, Tom," Kevin said
calmly, and held up a videotape,"Your position is tenuous as it is."
"What?" asked Tom, confused.
"I have here an advance copy of your latest movie," Kevin said
dryly,"Some of the subject matter is... disconcerting to say the least."
"What? Is that Eye's Wide Shut? No one should have a copy of..."
"Shut up," Kevin snapped, and for the first time the fact that
Kevin's calmness was a facade, covering his fury, pierced the tired fog
of Tom's mind,"Of course I was able to get a copy, I was intrigued about
the movie. Luckily, only myself, Nicole, Terry, Bob and yourself have
seen it, apart from Stanley of course, and he's gone," Kevin paused,
letting this sink in for a second,"And it just might remain that way."
"I.. I don't understand," Tom said finally,"You didn't like the
movie or.....?
"Oh, it's a great movie," Kevin interupted,"An excellent study of
sexual repression and all that good crap, but what concerns me is the
scene in the middle of the movie."
"The orgy? What was wrong with...."
"Oh let me see, Tom, what was it?" Kevin snapped sarcastically,
angrily,"A secret society of men in important social positions throwing
huge, giant orgies with the worlds most beautiful women and threatening
physical harm to any who stumble across their secret.... sound
familiar to you?"
Tom, to make a bad pun, suddenly had his eyes wide open as for
the first time he saw it.
"Oh my...."
"Oh yes," muttered Kevin darkly,"Now, do you have anything to
tell me?"
"Kevin, you can't think that I told Stanley anything?"
"I can think whatever I want, Tom," replied Kevin, putting emphasis
on the movie star's first name,"It's up to you to prove those thoughts
wrong. Now let me put this as straightforward as possible, and I want a
yes or a no for an answer."
He leaned forward from behind his desk, his face grim, his mouth
a thin line,"Did you let Stanley Kubrick know, even indirectly, of the
existence of our Organization?"
"No," replied Tom, without hesitation, his stomach full
of butterflies, flushes of coldness running throughout his entire nervous
system,"No."
Kevin leaned back and let out a long gasp, and for the first
time Tom realized how much pent up tension had been in The Head's body.
"I believe you, Tom," he said,"But for now we have to work out
just what Mr. Kubrick did know, and what we can do about this movie."
7 hours earlier, and a few thousand miles away, I was enjoying
a party and totally oblivious to the problems inherent in Stanley's
Kubrick's last masterpiece.
I didn't often go to Hollywood parties, whenever I was able I
preferred to be on my own in my home in New York. The media were, of
course, totally unaware of where I really lived. The Organization had
provided a cover for me upon signing up, including the odd 'scoop' for
the media of photos of me at my home with members of my family, having
a grand old time and all that. Of course, in reality I was an orphan
and single, but that was neither here nor there.
I was at this particular party because Angelina Jolie was going
to be there, and she was one of the brunettes that would complete my
collection of Blondes and Brunettes for my latest escapade.
I stepped over a very drunk Charisma Carpenter, suppressing my
disgust at not just her, but anyone who had so little control
over themselves. I felt the same way about stars, agents and sporting
personalities who resorted to drugs, heavy drinking and the like. If
you had to do something, then do it in a controlled manner, don't let it
control you. I'd once considered asking for permission to bring Robert
Downey Junior into The Organization as a sort of protege, but when I'd
discovered that not only did he have a serious drug problem, but that
he was unable or unwilling to kick it, I'd washed my hands of him entirely
and never considered any kind of prodigy or apprentice, although I had had
Bart forced upon me for a brief time until due to Lisa Kudrow's
interference.
The music was pumping just a bit too loudly, the song was just a
bit too incoherent. I sighed as I realized I was getting older, and that
most of the people at this party were much younger than I. Of course,
most of them were flash in the pan stars, but some of them would still be
around in twenty years. The funny thing was, although many of them would
make many more movies than I would, and would almost certainly win more
awards, I would always be the more successful, because The Organization
looked after their own.
I had noticed earlier a group of stars with no connection that
I was aware of spending a great deal of time together, and as I waited
for Ms. Jolie to make an appearance, my imagination ran wild with reasons
that they might be together. Thoughts running from the dull - they were
just good friends - to the lecherous - they were much more than friends -
to the absurd - they were part of a rival Organization - to the absurdly
lecherous - they were part of an Organization of lesbian lovers that just
made love all the time.
They were a disparate bunch, Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jennifer
Love Hewitt had an obvious connection, but how they were friends with
Winona Ryder, Bridget Fonda, Alyssa Milano and Jennie Garth was beyond
me, as those four were a fairly diverse bunch as well, and of course,
when Heather Locklear joined them I was even more confused. Hadn't I
read something about two or more of that group starting up their own
company? And something about a shooting kept coming to mind for some
reason. There were so many young stars opening their own production
houses nowadays that it was impossible to keep track of them all, yet
still, something was niggling at my subconscious.
I turned to make my way upstairs, hoping to get away from the
noise for awhile, and bumped into a tall, well built man, causing him
to spill his drink onto my shirt.
"Hey!" he cried.
- Idiot, - I thought, then said,"Sorry, I should have
been watching where I was going."
"No, no, my fault," said the man,"Sorry about the shirt, it looks
expensive."
"Oh no, just an old casual thing," I lied. The shirt was very
expensive and we both knew it, but I was in character, playing the not
so important celebrity trying not to be overwhelmed by the presence of
so many other, more important celebrities. In reality, I was, of course,
completely assured of my own superiority, but it would do to act arrogant
around so many others who falsely believed the same,"I was heading to
the bathroom anyway, I'll clean it up there."
"Yeah, whatever," muttered the man, clearly distracted as he
eyed the group of women I'd been watching earlier, who were currently
laughing at some private joke. It was then that I recognized who he
was.
"Say, you're Bridget Fonda's new husband, aren't you?" I asked.
"Hmmm? Yeah, Steve, pleased to meet you," he said, shaking my
hand, which I hadn't offered,"You've got that show, right?"
"Yeah, that show," I replied, seeing that he was actually irritated
at my continued presence, he wanted to go talk with his wife and her
friends,"Anyway, I'm gonna go clean this shirt you messed up."
I felt a vague sense of satisfaction as he turned to answer the
implied insult, knowing that my back was already to him and that if he
wanted to continue this conversation he'd have to come after me. I made
my way up the stairs, my back turned to him, so that I didn't notice
when Bridget Fonda arrived next to him with a glass of champagne and
watched him watching me.
"Something wrong?" she asked him.
"Hmmm? no," Steve replied,"Just something about that guy, a bad
vibe, I don't know, nothing I guess."
He turned and made his way back with her to talk with the others,
who were delighted at his presence.
I stepped into the bathroom with no other intent than to clean
my shirt, but the moment I stepped inside I had completely reassessed the
situation.
Sitting on the sink, hunched over and looking miserable, was
Angelina Jolie.
"Oh," I said,"Are you all right?"
She looked up at me and managed a weak smile,"Hi," she
said,"Sorry, do you have to use the toilet?"
"Oh no," I said with a smile,"Some jerk spilt a drink over my
shirt, I just came up here to clean up."
"Probably the same guy whose been coming on to me all night,"
she replied,"I'm sorry, I've been feeling sick all night, I shouldn't
have come to this party, I usually don't do this kind of thing."
"Me neither," I said, sitting down on the side of the bath,"But
Hollywood is such a fickle thing, if you're not at the right party, if
you don't kiss the right producers ass, you miss out on a part or you're
no longer part of the scene, and the next thing you know you're a has-been
and a nobody."
"Don't I know it," she muttered,"I win a golden globe, I get
critical acclaim and then I'm making Pushing Tin."
I laughed and she joined me, and in that moment I knew I was
in. I had broken the ice and she had relaxed, now she was in the perfect
position for me to begin the most basic of my conditioning, to set up
another meeting where I could create the scene in her mind that would
lead to the crowning moment of my Blondes and Brunette's experiment.
"Pushing Tin," I chuckled,"I remember first hearing about it and
having a good laugh. Here's four great actors, John Cusack, Billy Bob
Thornton, Cate Blanchett and you, all of you making great movies that
nobody watches and then getting together and making a cookie-cutter
comedy."
"Right," she laughed,"Just so people won't forget we exist and
we can't make the movies we want to.... shit, all that movie was missing
was John Malkovich."
I laughed again, genuinely amused at her sense of humor, taken
also by her beauty, her big, soulful eyes that danced with amusement.
Here we were, a couple of people sitting in the bathroom and
having a good time while below us a large group of young celebrities
were drinking themselves to unconsciousness and ingesting large amounts
of drugs. It didn't get much better than that.
Office Of The Head - 12:07 PM.
The technical expert nodded to himself as he watched the orgy
take place.
"I can spot the digital characters," he said,"Whoever Kubrick
got to do the job is good, but lightyears behind where we are."
"Whatever," muttered Kevin,"The question is, can you remove
those scenes I highlighted without losing the continuity of the actual
movie."
"I think so, yes," replied the Tech,"But some of the more subtle
elements of the movie are going to be lost, this is going to affect the
movie overall, especially if we take out the scene with Mr. Cruise and
The Senator...."
"That scene especially has to go," interupted Kevin, tired and
in no mood to hear a tech-monkey's critical analysis of Stanley Kubrick's
final movie,"The parallels are much too disturbing."
Tom had cringed at each and every cut as if it was a physical
blow, several times he'd opened his mouth to protest and been silenced
by curt glares from Kevin, who was in no mood for objections.
Finally the tech was finished making his notes, and taking the
film canister with him left the office.
"You have a problem?" Kevin asked, now that they were finally
alone.
"Yes," Tom snapped bitterly,"That movie was an absolute masterpiece
and you've chopped it and cut it... Stanley would never have let....."
"Stanley's dead, Tom!" Kevin snapped,"Get over it!"
"But what you just did," cried Tom in despair,"It's tantamount
to censorship, what are we? Nazi's burning books?"
"I don't have time for philosophical arguments,"
muttered Kevin,"You think I enjoyed hacking up that movie, destroying
a genius' last creation? The movie is still a great movie, it'll just
lose that extra something now and you know what, it won't matter, because
if you slapped Stanley Kubrick's name onto a Roger Corman movie there
would be thousands of students and film-buffs around the world interpreting
the social significance of the big titted bimbo getting her bra ripped
off by the cardboard fucking crocodile!"
His voice had gotten louder and louder, and with each word Tom
had flinched back again and again, taken aback by Kevin's anger.
"Now listen up!" snapped Kevin, firmly cementing the fact that HE
was The Head, and Tom, as favored as he was in The Organization, was
just a member,"You're complaining about the corruption of this movie,
your artistic sensibilities are offended and you're about to give another
tearful speech that'll earn you another Oscar nomination. But remember
this, remember when a certain actor who was spiraling down out
of popularity, deep in debt and high on drugs went to a certain rag to
tell a few stories about him and you when you were first starting out in
your career. Remember how we silenced him? Remember how it pulled the
rug out from under the tabloid's feet and you were able to sue them and
get an apology? I don't recall you crying about abuse of power back then,
do you?"
Tom glared at Kevin angrily, then nodded curtly, spun about on
one foot and left the office.
"Shit," muttered Kevin angrily, wishing that he could take back
what he'd just said.
A soundset, somewhere in L.A - 12:21 PM.
While Kevin risked alienating Tom, I was settling down on a
nice, comfortable couch, ready to assume a role that he himself had
made infamous several years ago.
The lounge I sat in was barely furnished, indicating that the
occupant had either a Spartan lifestyle or had only recently moved in.
With boxes sprawled here and there the latter theory was proved, whoever
was living here had only just moved in.
I heard the key turn in the lock and smiled, over five weeks of
preparation was coming to a head with the opening of this door. I had
been getting this and other scenes ready since I'd screwed Claudia Schiffer
on the catwalk in front of hundreds of celebrities, reporters and fashion
designers.
She stepped through the door and didn't even notice me, too busy
trying to get her keys back into her pocket, the door closed and the
two bags of groceries balanced in her hands.
Finally she turned around, took in the sight of me, and let the
groceries and the keys drop to the floor.
"Wh... wha.... who are you?" she asked, too shocked at my unexpected
appearance to be scared.
"I expected that," I said with a smile, unconsciously taking on
a similar voice pattern and style to Kevin Spacey. It was
totally unnecessary, since the techs would put a coded computer voice
over my own dialogue designed to copy his tone, inflection and speaking
style,"You're husband wouldn't know either, even though we've been up
close and personal before.... but his partner would, his partner is the
smart one, the one to avoid."
"What are you doing in my house!" she tried to snap, but now
concern and a small amount of fear had entered her voice. She didn't
know who I was, she didn't know how I'd gotten in, and I knew her husband,
which could mean I was a cop or a criminal. Her eyes widened and an
involuntary gasp escaped her as a new possibility came to her, and I
smiled.
"Your house?" I asked, tilting my head slightly, a small frown
touching my lips,"Possesiveness, not a major sin, but a sin nonetheless."
That clinched it for her, she knew who I was, knew I was the man
her husband and his partner had been chasing. She had no name for me,
but she knew of the five unspeakable crimes I'd already committed, and
her mind was instantly thinking of the two possibilities left.... wrath
and envy.
"Yes, my darling," I said with a smile,"I am Him, the sick freak
that had your husband on his knees before me, a gun to his head and
his urine running down his leg to join the muddied rain as he realized
for the first time that this wasn't a game, that his life was very much
in danger."
She drew in a breath and I instantly knew what she planned, after
all, I'd programmed her to do it.
"Don't bother," I said, holding up a hand,"I fed your dogs drugged
steaks, they're unconscious in their little room, unable to help you."
Her held breath exhaled, her body drooped as she realized that
she was at the mercy of a madman.
"The irony is," I said,"In your misguided attempt to protect
yourself, in getting all those locks on your doors, you've doomed yourself,
by the time you get those keys of the floor, by the time you've unlocked
the first bolt, I'll have you, and I won't even be breathing hard."
"Please," the beautiful blond cried,"Don't kill me."
I sighed as I straightened my shirt and sat up a little
straighter.
"Oh no," I laughed,"I have much more fun ideas in store for us,
you my dear, are going to be a tool to help me humiliate and destroy
your husband as revenge for costing me my apartment, I'd grown fond of
that lovely little place."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"How do you think I've done what I've done and lasted so long
without discovery," I said,"Why do you think I've chosen such a....
biblical method of committing my crimes."
"I don't understand."
"You see," I said, ignoring her,"A mere mortal would have... oh I
don't know, chopped your head off and mailed it to a location where I
would have organized your husband and I to meet. Having proved my sin
of envy, your husband would have become wrath and killed me, and my
masterpiece would have been complete."
"Mere mortal?" she was more confused than ever.
"But I'm no mortal my dear," I chuckled, leaning forward,"I can
cause any human to fall prey to any of the sins I chose, just by snapping
my fingers."
"You're mad," she whispered, realizing what I was saying,"You
think you're the devil?"
"Oh no," I laughed,"Nothing that spectacular, I'm just a lowly
demon given free reign for a few decades on earth."
I leaned back in my chair,"But I must say, I don't mind repeating
myself to someone as lovely as yourself."
And I snapped my fingers, saying the necessary word to complete
Gwyneth Paltrow's conditioning.
"Lust."
Offices Of Salinger, Gorman & McKenzie - 12:37 PM.
A slight cough brought Donovan's attention back to the real world,
and looking up he saw Alex McKenzie, the third partner of the prestigious
law firm he'd recently joined, standing in the doorway, smiling down at
the copious files, open books and folders all over the office floor, desk
and furniture.
"We've given you one of the biggest offices available for an
associate," he chuckled,"And you still don't have any room to sit down."
Donovan grinned sheepishly, this plush office was so much better
than his old law offices, when he'd practiced independantly. It had a
window view - albeit of the back of the next building, but a window
nonetheless - and plenty of room, which he'd taken up quickly with
research into the case he was currently first chairing with Alex, as he
insisted on being called.
"Is something the matter, Alex?" asked Donovan,"Or is this a social
call?"
Alex chuckled,"Ever the lawyer, eh? Always asking questions, aren't
we... I just came to check if you're working through lunch again or if you
thought you might actually eat today."
Donovan allowed a small smile to cross his lips.
"Janet's getting me a sandwich from the old deli where we used
to work," he said,"I want to be prepared for this case, the law is very
open to interpretation in several key areas and opposing council could hit
us with some big surprises."
"We're taking note of all this hard work, Donovan," Alex said
seriously,"Keep it up, and maybe Salinger might finally consider adding
a fourth partner to this firm.... in twenty or twenty-five years."
Donovan stared at him, uncomprehending, then laughed as he realized
Alex was being deadpan.
"As long as we're on our game tomorrow, Mr. Cortez will be a
free man and all this research will be worth it," he said,"And that's
the important thing."
"Exactly," replied Alex,"An innocent man, wrongly accused by
racist immigration officers and an apathetic justice system simply because
he's of Columbian descent. It's moment like this that's what it's all
about."
Donovan nodded, happy to be working within the system to make
changes for the common good.
Outside in the hallway, Alex suppressed a laugh at the thought
of Donovan's tireless work for a vicious, heartless drug-dealer who was
rumored to have had killed over a dozen men personally and ordered the
murder of dozens, if not hundreds of others.
Alex McKenzie was a man who could appreciate irony.
A soundset, somewhere in L.A - 12:41 PM.
I'd appreciated Gwyneth Paltrow's beauty when I first saw Se7en,
but hadn't really given her another thought, concentrating more on the
incredible film direction, Morgan Freeman's brilliant acting, which
even lifted Brad Pitt's own abilities up so high that he didn't annoy
me, and of course, Kevin Spacey's chilling appearance at the end of the
movie.
Then I'd come across the pictures of her naked outside Mr. Pitt's
room, showing off her pussy and tits unknowingly to the camera as Brad
slid his hands and other body parts over her. I made a point of watching
some of her other movies then, not being all that impressed with Jefferson
in Paris, Malice, Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle or Hard Eight. She'd
been all right in Great Expectations, but overall I'd been disappointed
in that movie and hadn't bothered to see Hush or Sliding Doors. She was
attractive but not so much that I'd watch boring or uninteresting movies
just to see her.
Of course, then Shakespeare in Love had come along and again
there was huge interest in her, she took the Oscar away from the much
more talented Cate Blanchett on the same day that I'd put forward the
concept of Blondes and Brunettes to Kevin, and she'd been on the list,
due entirely to the exposure from Shakespeare.
And if the Bard's words had sounded good coming from her mouth,
the muffled exclamations of pleasure issuing from Gwyneth Paltrow's
cockstuffed mouth now sounded even better.
End Part 1/4
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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 2/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
Gwyneth Paltrow was sucking my prick like a high class whore,
which in effect was what she was to me, what all female celebrities were
to me. They were inaccesible to almost everybody, but to me they would
spread their legs, open their asscheeks and mouths and let me do whatever
I wanted to.
I sat on the couch, my pants down around my knees and my cockhead
between Gwyneth's lips. Her hair, currently blond and shoulder length
rustled and shifted about as her head bobbed up and down over my lap.
The moment I'd said,"Lust," Gwyneth had become driven by an
over-riding need to be fucked, to suck, to know pleasure in all it's
myriad forms. Her hands slid up and down the sides of my thighs, creating
a smooth friction as the wet warmth of her mouth steadily covered more
and more of my cock.
Gwyneth gurgled with pleasure as her delicious, sensual lips
dragged themselves up and over my cockshaft, then plunged back down again
noisily. Anything that her mind considered sexual gave her increased
sexual pleasure far above the norm, and so it was that the Oscar winning
beauty slurped hungrily on the hard, erect meat of my cock, her beautiful,
famous face bobbing down again as the full length of my cock was swallowed
into her mouth.
I panted heavily as my pressed my head back against the couches
yielding material, one of my hands lying on the back of Gwyneth's head,
not forcing her in any way, just resting lightly on there, liking the feel
of her smooth, clean hair beneath my skin.
"Ummm," Gwyneth sighed happily as her lips dragged up over my cock,
the closest sound she could make to a yum noise with her mouth full of
cock. After dragging back so that only a little over two inches was left
inside of her mouth, she sucked hard on what was left inside, her cheeks
hollowing as she purred in satisfaction.
She lowered her mouth down over my cock again, making me groan
happily. Her cheeks hollowed again as she sucked firmly on my cockmeat,
and she continued to do this over and over, pulling back, sucking hard,
dropping back down then sucking again.
Gwyneth heard my groans and smiled, her lips turning up slightly
around the cock stuffed into her mouth.
"Yes," I moan,"That's it, good, suck me, suck my cock!"
Gwyneth's only reply was to purr in sexual satisfaction as she
got off on getting me off. Pulling away momentarily, the evidence of her
oral attentions was clearly visible as we both looked at my saliva coated
cock, pointing up hard between us, looking as if it had been out in the
drenching faked rain pounding down on the set we were currently in.
Gwyneth moved her head down beside my cock and began licking
along the sides of my cockshaft, first broad, thick strokes over the base
and underside of my cock, then quick, darting probes with the tip of her
tongue along the sides of my cock and over the glans of my penis head.
A couple of drops of pre-cum had gathered at the tip of my cock,
and with a gasp of delight Gwyneth spotted them and ran her tongue out
delicately, sliding them up into her mouth and tasting my fluids before
reaching out and pressing firmly against the eye of my penis, applying
just enough pressure to be pleasurable.
As she did this, another drop made it's way out of my cock and
this too she took into her mouth, savoring the taste on the edge of her
tongue before visibly swallowing it.
"I want to swallow your cum," she whispered, just loud enough
for the mikes on the various hidden camera's to pick up,"Come in my
mouth, I beg you!"
One soft, delicate hand folded it's way around the base of my cock
and before I knew it, Gwyneth Paltrow was jerking me off as she took the
head of my penis into her mouth and used every trick that she knew off with
her tongue and lips to get me off.
I groaned and moaned happily, my body writhing about on the couch,
hips raising in an attempt to get more of my cock inside of her mouth.
The top of her fist rose up and pressed against her own lips as
they came down their downward journey.
The tip of her tongue pressed firmly against the most sensitive
point of my cock, where the purple vein that ran along the underside of
my cock met the glans of my cockhead. Her face was contorted with lust
as she sucked greedily on my cock, her fist pounding up and down the lower
half of my penis.
My heels pressed into the floor, my ass heaving up from the seat
as I fucked more of my cock into her famous mouth, which made moist,
slurping noises as she sucked and pressed at my cock with her tongue.
My entire body suddenly tensed up and Gwyneth let out a squeal
of delight as she felt a hot load of cum hosed the back of her throat,
spraying deep inside of her mouth. She sucked and swallowed it all down
eagerly, managing to get it all, swallowing all of my cum inside of her
beautiful mouth, not an iota escaping.
At last I was drained completely, my balls had to be empty after
the amount of cum she'd swallowed, yet she continued to suck on my cock
in ecstatic abandon, worshipping my cock with her mouth while my body
became a boneless lump beneath her, all the energy and rigidity gone
from every part of my body, apart from my cock, which remained rockhard
inside of her mouth.
Finally she drew her lips away, and I knew from the look on her
face that she had cum as well, the radiant flush of joy in her face and
involuntary twitching of her ass within the tight confines of her pants.
"That was incredible," she moaned,"I've never felt so good."
She got to her feet, a little unsteady due to the loss
of circulation and her orgasm and slumped onto the couch beside me, all
the fear her character had felt earlier gone now.
"Who said IT was over," I said with a chuckle, and she realized
that I was still hard, even after that incredible blowjob.
"How can that be? she gasped.
"Does it matter?" I asked, smiling.
"NO!" she cried eagerly, a huge smile radiating from her face
as her eyes zeroed in on my cock again.
The fun was about to really begin.
Los Angeles - 1:00 PM.
Angelina Jolie sighed as the machine spat her card out of the
machine.
"Not again," she muttered, staring at the flashing screem on
the ATM, telling her that this account was closed.
She'd gotten up surprisingly early this morning, considering
how late the part had finished. She'd had a more enjoyable time than
she thought she would have, having never really wanted to go to the
party anyway. Her 'bad girl' days were behind her, the days when she'd
partied, drunk and dabbled in drugs, the days when she'd gotten married
in black rubber to Jonny Lee Miller, separated from him a year later and
filed for divorce just two months earlier. At the tender age of 24,
just 3 weeks short of her 25th birthday, shed found herself having a
better time talking to that nice man in the bathroom, a man who she
couldn't for the life of her remember who he was.
She'd gone wondering down the fashionable streets of L.A that
morning, planning on doing a little shopping, and had suffered
the incredible embarrassment of having one of her ****** cards declined
for one of the first times in her life.
She'd gone from machine to machine, trying to get her ****** cards
to work and each one had given her the same messages, account closed or
account empty.
She sighed as she realized she'd have to go into the bank and
see someone to find out what was going on, something that would just help
her day be ruined a little bit more. It was a magnificently sunny day
and she'd relished the idea of walking about in the sun, now she had to
go into a stuffy bank.
She paused slightly as she noticed a reflection in the mirrored
window of the bank, a woman across the street, staring at her. She was
used to getting stares, and had already signed a number of autographs
today, despite her rather 'minor' celebrity, so she was used to getting
gawked at, but there was something about this woman, a weird sense of
deja'vu, as if she'd seen her before, perhaps that day.
A bus passed in the reflection and by the time it has passed,
the woman was gone.
Angelina shook her head and smiled, amused by her paranoia, then
headed into the bank.
A Soundset, Somewhere in L.A - 1:05 PM.
I stroked my hand over my erect cockshaft and strode towards
Gwyneth, who was now on her back on the kitchen table, supporting her
weight with her elbows and looking more and more aroused with each and
every approaching step.
"Oh yes," Gwyneth Paltrow pleaded in desperation as I stepped
between her parted legs and ran my hands over the swell of her small,
erect breasts.
She let out a gasp of pleasure as my hands squeezed and groped
her smooth breasts, and then let out a squeal of excitement as I ran a
hand down over her stomach and across her curved pubic mound. My fingers
slid over her puffy pussy lips and my middle finger slid back and forth
over the split lips of her pussy.
For several minutes I played with her pussy, getting off on her
feel as well as her growing groans and moans of pleasure.
My other hand slid down around her flank and down between her
smooth, warm flesh and the wood of the table. She moaned again as my
hand rubbed over her ass, kneading the smooth flesh of her delicious
ass.
Enough was enough, foreplay was over. Gwyneth was so overcome
with lust that all this teasing was just driving her wild with desire,
and the hot, Academy Award winning actress was humping her cunt up against
my hand, juicy and dripped with her hot, love honey.
Grabbing my cock with the hand that had been sliding over her ass,
I pressed the head of my cock against her fuckhole, the cuntlips held
apart by two of my fingers.
"Oh! Oh yes!!!" Gwyneth screamed in ecstasy as cockhead pushed it's
way into her tight little pussy. Her body thrashed about beneath me as
her vagina was willingly invaded by my cock, pleasure shooting through
her lap as she flexed and clenched her pussy muscles both voluntarily
and involuntarily as my cock pressed deeper and deeper inside of her tight,
juicy cunt.
I grunted happily, driving in deeper as I enjoying the feeling
of hot, tight Gwyneth Paltrow cunt squeezing around my cock. Grabbing her
slim hips with my hands, I held her bucking, writhing body in place on the
table and pulled back from her cunt, reveling in the magnificence that
was her cunt sucking back on my cock, having to fight to get every inch
out, as I'd fought to push every inch into the willing - but extremely
tight - cunt. When just my cockhead remained inside of her, I pushed deep
back into her, plunging balls deep into the blonde starlet's cunt and
making her squeal in excitement before pulling out and them slamming
back in. Soon I was pounding into her with hard, quick thrusts that were
driving the lust-crazed actress' mind mad with desire as she writhed and
twisted beneath me, clenching her asscheeks and slamming her hips up
and forward to get more of my cock buried inside of her cunt.
Gwyneth's face contorted in pleasure, hot, salty streams of
tears flowing from her eyes as she cried out her pleasure, her small
breasts firm and erect, aching with need as they stretched out as far
as they possibly could from her body.
Her body bucked and bounced under my hard, hammering thrusts,
my pelvis slamming against her groin, a loud, wet smacking noise filling
the apartment, joined only by my heavy breathing and her screams and
cries of pleasure.
My top of my cock rasped along her clitoris with each stroke
of my cock deep into her pussy, and she cried out again and again as
the intense pleasures she was feeling built and built, higher and higher
until they reached a shattering crescendo.
Her entire body shot out straight, legs pointing out on either
side of me, toes pointing hard at the walls of the room as he head flung
back and her mouth stretched wide, letting out a gigantic, ear-splitting
climax, her cunt gripping even tighter than before onto my cock, milking
it with everything she had, trying to get my cum inside of her.
I slammed deep into Gwyneth's cunt, my balls slapping against
her asshole as I ground my meat inside of her, gritting my teeth and
squeezing my eyes as I felt the pleasures grow inside of me. I held
back as long as was possible, letting the pleasure build and build to
ever higher plateaus of sensation before I hit the final moment of bliss,
when anticipation ended and I orgasmed.
I shot stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm inside of Gwyneth
Paltrow's cunt, mixing with her own flooded juices, that pressed between
the velvet wetness of her cuntwalls and my throbbing penis, just waiting
for the chance to expel.
I fell forward onto the table, my arms on either side of hers, my
head beside her own, feeling her smooth, damp hair against the side of
my face, her small breasts pressing firmly against my chest. I groaned
happily, then after a few moments rest, pulled myself up enough to look
down on her. She lay beneath me, a sated look of happiness on her face,
and I grinned, knowing that my work here was done. I pulled free from her
hot cunt, my cock glistening with her juices, which ran down her asscrack
and pooled on the table between her legs. I lightly kissed her lips,
her neck and her breasts, running a hand up the side of her body, making
her moan slightly in pleasure, before turning away and heading towards the
living room where I'd been sucked off by the beautiful woman earlier,
knowing the stationary camera would catch my exit from above the doorway.
"And now, let her husband be wrath," I chuckled, ending the little
scene.
At those words Gwyneth went into a trance, a pre-arranged state
of mind where she was extremely susceptible to suggestion. I'd already
created the command in her mind to basically be dead to the world while
I got dressed and removed all the cameras and sound recording devices
from their pre-set positions.
That had been a good scene, and I'd mostly enjoyed the look of
delight on her face after I'd cum in her mouth and she'd realized that
I was still hard. The reason for this, of course, was that I hadn't cum
at all, just pulled my old trick of saying a keyword and having my already
pre-conditioned mind fooling my body into thinking it was having an orgasm
without actually having one. I'd just adjusted slightly so that it was
a mental thing, and when I said a phrase in my own mind it allowed me to
'orgasm', while at the same time Gwyneth had been pre-programmed to believe
I really was cumming in her mouth, and for her to get off on that. It
was all very complicated, but it meant the techs didn't have to edit out
me saying the keyword, as they'd had to on all previous assignments when
I'd used that particular trick.
Soon I had Gwyneth cleaned up and dressed, and after taking a
moment to enjoy a long, very erotic kiss from the star, I sent her on her
way, a driver (an Operative of The Organization) would be waiting outside
this building to drive her away. Halfway home, she would snap out of her
trance and believe she was on her way home from an audition from one of
the seemingly hundreds of movies she was making nowadays, all in all,
things had turned out well.
I grabbed the groceries from the floor and headed out of the
soundstage myself, locking up, secure in the knowledge that within a
half hour, Operatives would be stripping the place clean, so that by
tomorrow it would be once more what it had always appeared to be, a
deserted warehouse out on the edge of the City Of Lost Angels.
I'd gotten a fuck and some free groceries, how was that for a
job well done.
Australia - June 19th - 3:37 AM.
Tom Cruise stepped into the bedroom and quietly put his suitcase
away in the closet before stripping down to his underwear and sliding into
bed next to his wife, Nicole Kidman.
"Good flight?" she asked.
"You're awake?"
"Couldn't sleep," she lied, not wanting to tell him the real
reason she was awake.
"Flight was okay, but I always get confused by the whole dateline
thing, I think I lost a day on the way over, I left on the 17th but got
back on the 19th?"
She chuckled and he smiled, glad that she hadn't seen through
his mask of humor to the dark mood beneath. The flight back from America
had seen him go from moody to angry to fearful to paranoid as he considered
Kevin's entire attitude and demeanor. He'd also been sick over the
editing and defiling of Stanley's last movie, something the Director had
always managed to prevent while he was alive, but which Tom hadn't had
the balls to do. It would still be an excellent movie, but now only
Nicole, Kevin, Terry Semel, Bob Daley and himself would have had the
privilege of having seen the movie in it's entirety. In just under a
month it would open, and it would do well and get mixed reviews, he could
see it now, as if it had already happened.
"Did you sort out those release date problems?" she asked him.
"Yeah, eventually, we settled on July 16th after all," he replied,
that being the cover story he'd given her when Kevin had called him
over,"I'm a little tired honey, we'll talk some more in the morning, okay?"
"Sure," she replied, and rolled over to kiss him. They were
both too tired to contemplate fooling around, and within five minutes
Tom was asleep.
But Nicole lay awake several hours more, more from fear of sleep
than anything else.
The nightmares had returned.
Aspen - June 21st - 9:34 PM.
Charlize Theron had come a long way in five years time, she was
well on her way to being, if not a major celebrity, then certainly the
kind of celebrity that was always invited to all the right parties and
get-togethers which were the real Hollywood.
From playing 'Young Woman' in Children of The Corn III in 1994,
she'd gone on to star in Tom Hanks' That Thing You Do! which had been
her first real mainstream appearance. This led to a part in the not
terribly popular but well written (i.e, cult) film, 2 Days in the Valley,
in which she'd slunk about in skin tight white clothes and had a cat
fight with Teri Hatcher. I'd been sorely tempted to add Teri to my
blondes and brunettes, perhaps in a continuation of that catfight, taking
it to it's logical conclusion, a 3some between Teri, Charlize and myself,
and had even brought up the idea to Kevin.
But the rules were clear, and even Kevin wouldn't break them,
Teri Hatcher was off grounds to all members of The Organization. She'd
been the one who had brought down Gary Cole - The Celebrity Rapist -
which was the closest The Organization had ever come to being exposed,
that is until the infamous Celebrity Hypnotist Trial which had seen
Matt LeBlanc sent away for over 4 decades and ruined the career of all
his castmates, including my rival's, Lisa Kudrow. Teri was deemed 'unsafe'
by the big guns at The Organization, I myself had cast in my lot and
said she was to be left alone, a decision I now regretted somewhat, but
was powerless to change.
But back to Charlize.
The South African born beauty, who spoke Afrikaans, English and
bits and pieces of 26 other languages, had then appeared in the Made
For T.V Hollywood Confidential and Trial and Error until her 'big break'
in The Devil's Advocate, which, despite Al Pacino's presence, had seen
disappointing Box Office returns. What it did have, though, was Charlize
Theron completely nude, showing off her tits and pussy to the camera
before getting fucked by Keanu Reeves. Much of the money that movie
did make was due to her, and by now a sizable fan base was building
around the beautiful former ballerina.
She'd then made the Actors choice and appeared in Celebrity
before making the money the actors choice and appearing in Might Joe
Young, a Disney Movie guaranteed to be successful because it would pull
in all the kids, and their 'unwitting' dads who would certainly enjoy
Charlize's appearance over the monkeys.
Now she was doing the smart thing and getting as many movies
as possible, risking overexposure but guaranteeing financial security
by joining up with five different casts : Reindeer Games, Chicago: The
Musical, The Yards, The Astronaut's Wife & The Cider House Rules.
None of that really mattered, though, what really mattered was
the fact that she currently had her mouth around my cock.
With her hair done up the same way and wearing the same outfit
she'd worn in 2 Days In The Valley - the movie that had first made fans
sit up and take notice - the beautiful 24 year old movie star was on
her knees before me in the small, empty cabin in Aspen, sucking my cock
as I stroked my hands over the sides of her face.
It had been easy enough to get an empty cabin with no one around
for miles, it was the off-season, if you wanted to you could
sit uninterrupted in one of these cabins for days, perhaps weeks, free
from disturbance, free to pursue whatever activities you wanted to, no
matter how carnal those might be.
It had been easy enough to get to the hot blonde actress, I'd
simply arranged via her agent and an Operative posing as a Hollywood
Executive to have her audition for a new movie. Despite all the movies
she was currently making she jumped at the chance, cementing my thoughts
that she was looking to make money right now rather than excellent movies.
She'd been asked to do a reading by the Operative, and I'd been
called in because I was already cast in as a Supporting Character. We'd
started a long dialogue which soon had me weaving my tapestry of hypnotic
suggestion throughout her subconscious. Half an hour later, she was in
such an open state that had I asked her to suck my cock right there and
then, she would have done it. I'd never be so crude, however, and making
her do something like that would lead to repressed memories that would
eventually come back to her. Things took longer my way, but it was
far, far safer, because rather than repressing memories, I moved them into
my subject's short term memory, from which point they would dream of
the events and forget them by the next morning. Done naturally like
this, there was no repression and everyone was happy, myself more so,
obviously.
So here I was, with an incredibly beautiful celebrity's mouth
around my cock, happily sucking on my member, and we were only just
getting going.
Charlize moaned as my hands slid past her cheeks, down over her
neck and onto her round, firm breasts underneath the tight white material
of the suit she was wearing.
I kneaded and massaged her breasts through the cloth for a while,
then slid my hands back up to the sides of her face and gently pulled
her mouth of my cock. She moaned a little in disappointment, having
been conditioned to get off on sucking me off, but that moan became
one of pleasure as I lifted her to her feet and turned her around, she
was now gazing at the roaring fire and brick facade of the wall.
I slowly unzipped her tight outfit, smiling as I saw that, as
she'd been told, she'd worn no underwear. I slid the sheer material
over her shoulders, taking time to kiss each rounded curve before I
slid her outfit down over her arms and chest, revealing her perfect
breasts, causing her to sigh as her breasts were exposed to the air,
her nipples instantly hard and erect.
I drew her outfit down over her hips, sliding it down over her
rounded asscheeks, kissing each buttock lightly as I peeled her costume
down over her thighs and legs, pulling it off first one ankle, then the
other. I stood back up and slid my arms around her waist and her neck,
one hand cupping a breast and squeezing it lightly while the other slid
between her legs and cupped her cuntmound, applying light pressure to
her vagina, causing her to moan in need and press forward against my
hand.
End Part 2/4
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 3/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
I continued to feel up Charlize Theron's beautiful body, kissing
and sucking at the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the sides of her
beautiful face. Her eyes were lightly closed and her mouth slightly
parted as she moaned in pleasure at my touch.
Gently, slowly, I bent her over the glass coffee table before
her, her beautiful ass presented to me, parted to show her shaven cuntlips
and pink, puckered asshole. I held back a laugh as I thought over the
irony of the situation, here I was doing a Blondes and Brunettes special
and the last two blondes I'd had were both natural brunettes!
All humor soon left though, as the tantalizing view of Charlize
Theron's ass filled my vision and hammered into my head, now was the time,
now I was going to get me some Charlize!
I slid my hand under her waist, so that it was pressed against
the warm flesh of my arm rather than the hard edge of the coffee table,
then I guided the tip of my cock towards her pussy, thinking all the
time of the cameras beneath the coffee table, hidden from view but getting
a great look at her tits, squashed against the glass table, and the
underside view of my cock entering her cunt.
"Please!" moaned Charlize, feeling me slide my cock up and down
between her slit, she wanted so badly to get my cock inside of her, her
mind was screaming for it, and her body likewise.
"Ahhhh!" I groaned as I pushed forward and sunk fully inside of
her cunt, her velvet tightness spreading before me, encircling my cock
and squeezing down on it as she gasped in pleasure at the exciting, desired
intrusion.
I pressed in until my hips were pressed snugly against
her beautiful, curved asscheeks, then with a look of regret began to
pull back until just my cockhead remained inside of her. With a quick
lunge I plunged back deep inside of her, making her squeal out loud in
ectasy as I fucked into Charlize's hot, wet pussy.
"Ugh! OH! YES!!" Charlize sobbed happily, her body flushed and
dizzy from pure ecstasy as I pushed in and out again and again, sliding
my cock in and out of her cunt over and over.
Charlize squaled happily as my cock filled her to the brim,
then pulled out almost to the point of exit, leaving her feeling empty
and in need of more, before I slammed back in, causing another dizzying
wave of pleasure to ride through her sexy, sweaty body.
She let out grunts and moans of pleasure with every thrust, the
impact of my hips against her ass sending shockwaves of pleasure
throughout her entire body. She screamed, gasped, grunted and sobbed
out her pleasure as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her hard
and fast. She begged and pleaded me for more, more, always more, she
just couldn't get enough of my cock, she needed it, she had to have it,
and I was more than willing to give it to her.
The loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the room, accentuated
by Charlize's cries of passion, which increased my desire and my pleasure,
causing me to redouble the speed of my thrusts of my cock in and out of
her tight, clasping cunt.
Charlize threw back her head and squealed out her pleasure,
coming closer and closer to orgasm with each fucking thrust of my cock
into her cunt. I slammed into her and held for a second, my cock fully
buried inside of her snatch. I regarded her naked, sweaty body, grinding
back against mine, shaking with intense need and pleasure. I let a
breathless grin cross my face, then pulled back almost completely from her
cunt and slammed all the way back in.
I stopped again, and suddenly I had pulled totally out of her
cunt. She cried out in desperate need, not understanding why I was
no longer fucking her, but seconds later I had turned her around so
that I could look into her face and over her magnificent tits. She
spread her legs eagerly, her face a mask of laviscious lust and need,
her ass mashing against the glass of the coffee table, all of it being
captured on film.
I guided my cock into her soaking, juiced up cunt once again and
impaling her once more with my hard cockmeat. She groaned as I withdrew
my cock almost out of her pussy, making a wet, sucking noise before I
slammed back into her again, screwing the hot blond celebrity
with everything I had.
I slammed into her again and again, getting back into the former
pace. No longer squashed against the glass, her breasts wobbled and
swayed about on her chest before she reached up and began squeezing them,
twisting her nipples about in her fingers, tugging on them harder and
harder, screeching out in desire.
Her body glistened with sweat as I fucked her harder and harder,
slamming in and out of her cunt, her mind now nothing but a dizzying
wave of erotic pleasure, washing over any possible coherent thought
patterns. Nothing existed for Charlize Theron now but pleasure, the
pleasure of getting fucked, fucked by me.
Her continuous moans and gasps of pleasure were only broken up
when she stopped to suck in huge lungfuls of air, causing her chest to
rise and her breasts to look even larger. I leaned down and pressed
my tongue between her fingers and onto her nipple, sucking at the erect
flesh of her nipples as I slammed into her again and again, fucking her
hard.
Charlize screamed out louder than ever before, and slammed her
cunt up hard against my cock, her body lifting off the coffee table,
body arching as she hit her orgasm, her juices blasting out around my
cock which continued to plant itself inside of her snatch. Her body
finally unlocked and began to shake and shudder about as her flesh hit
the breaking point and her orgasm overtook any kind of control Charlize
might have previously been capable of holding over it.
My cock began to pulse and throb and I could feel my cum boiling
up within my balls. I groaned happily, my pleasure increased as she
orgasmed, I pulled my mouth from her breasts, grabbed her outstretched
legs by the thighs and pulled my head back, throwing back my back and
slamming my hips forward.
"YESSSS!!!!" squealed Charlize through gritted teeth, her hands
balling into fists as she rode over the crest of her orgasm.
"AHHHH!" I cried out, and then blasted my cum deep into her
pussy, shooting strand after strand of sperm into Charlize Theron's
cunt and crying out in pleasure as I came.
I fell back from between her legs with a low groan, my cock
pulling wetly from her juicy cunt with a slurping noise as I fell back
onto the couch, my body sweating heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly
as I tried to catch my breath.
Charlize lay on the coffee table, arms and legs akimbo, tits
rising up and down, face flushed with a radiant glow, sweat glistening
on her hot, naked body, juices dribbling from her open pussy, dripping
off the glass coffee table onto the floor.
"Shit," I groaned, sitting up a little too quickly and feeling
a wave of dizziness pass through me, my blood still centered mainly
around my crotch,"I don't think I could handle two days in that valley."
A corny joke, true, but after that incredible fuck, it was the
best I could have possibly come up with.
Australia - June 22nd - 2:37 PM.
Dr. Paul Fischer, PhD, frowned slightly.
"And the dream returned the same night your husband came back?"
"Nightmare," Nicole corrected subconsciously,"And yes."
"Hmmmm," Dr. Fischer said, then said nothing more.
Nicole stared at him, waiting for him to say something, and
as she stared, her mind worked until finally she saw what he was getting
at,"You don't think that Tom coming back is the reason I had that dream
do you?"
Dr. Fischer leaned forward slightly, arching one eyebrow slightly,
before answering.
"I didn't say that, Nicole, do you think that?"
"That's ridiculous," she replied, a note of anger creeping into
her voice. Her first session with him and already she didn't like him,
despite the high recommendation of her Therapist in America.
"Is it?" replied Fischer, leaning back in his chair, Nicole
unconsciously leaning forward and chastising herself when she realized
what she'd done.
"Yes! To suggest that Tom coming back brought back the
nightmare...." she trailed off, looking at him as if to show just how
ridiculous the idea was.
"Yes?"
"Well what?" she snapped,"Are you trying to say that Tom is
the source of my nightmares? That, I don't know, somehow he represents
the stranger? That knowing he was coming back also brought back the
nightmare?"
"I'm not saying anything, Nicole," Fischer replied calmly, in
direct counterpoint to her rising voice,"You, however, seem to have
thought a lot about this possibility."
"That's ridiculous!" she snapped,"I love my husband, he loves
me, he'd certainly never do to me what.... what that man did to me in
my nightmare."
"And what exactly did he do, Nicole?" asked Fischer,"You were
rather vague on that point, I believe your exact words were,'He came into
my bed and made me do things I'd never done before,' is that correct?"
"I don't want to talk about that," she replied, uneasy now.
"Nicole, if you want me to help, if you want to get this nightmare
behind you, you have to trust me," Fischer said, and despite his calm
face, Nicole couldn't help but feel he was disappointed in her, and somehow
this made her feel bad,"I can't help you if you don't tell me everything,
ther can be no full treatment with only half the symptoms described."
"This.... this can't be revealed to anyone," she warned, still
uneasy, she didn't know this man, had first met him today, and he wanted
her to trust him.
"You have complete confidentiality," Fischer replied seriously,
his eyes staring into hers,"The Doctor/Patient relationship is sacred,
I gave an oath never to reveal what goes on in these sessions without
your permission, and I take my word seriously."
Somehow this reassured Nicole, and she nodded, before swallowing
dryly.
And then she told him everything about the nightmare.
Los Angeles - June 27th - 7:34 PM.
"Ma'am, a phone call for you," said the Waiter, appearing next
to her with a black cellphone on a tray, almost as if it was her main
course.
Angelina Jolie sat in one of the classiest Restaurants in all
of Los Angeles, and one of the hardest to get into. Having Jon Voight
make the reservations certainly helped in not only getting in, but getting
a good table.
"Hello?" she asked, glancing up at the Waiter, who took the cue
and stepped out of earshot, waiting to get the phone back when she was
done.
"Angelina?" asked the voice on the other end.
"Dad?"
"Yes, good, I'm glad I got hold of you."
Angelina's father, the famous and extremely gifted Jon Voight,
was currently making a big comeback in Hollywood following a self imposed
exile during the sickness of his late mother, Angelina's grandmother. The
two were friends, despite Jon abandoning her and her mother when she was
only one year old, something which had led Angelina to take her middle
name as a surname in Hollywood, wanting to get by on her own merits rather
than because she was the daughter of Jon Voight.
"What is it this time?" she said with a smile.
"Traffic, believe it or not," he returned, and she could tell
that he was smiling to,"If I get in there at all it won't be till close
to 11, you might want to go ahead without me."
"Sure thing," she chuckled,"I brought cash."
They both laughed, her recent ****** card problems had seen her
start carrying about cash.
"Love you, honey, I'll see you this weekend I guess," the famous
actor said.
"Okay, I'll probably just grab some takeout, bye Dad."
She disconnected and held up the phone for the Waiter, thanking
him as he took it from her.
"I won't be dining here after all," she told him,"My father has
been unavoidably detained."
"Of course, Ma'am, we hope to have you here again soon, of course."
She smiled, but it quickly faded, replaced by a troubled look.
"Ma'am?" asked the Waiter, frowning slightly.
"That waitress," Angelina whispered, indicating to her left,"How
long has she been working here?"
The Waiter turned and looked at the waitress several tables over,
a tall blond woman. He frowned slightly.
"I don't know that woman," he muttered,"I've never seen her
before."
"She's been following me about for days," growled Angelina darkly,
absolutely sure now that this waitress was the same woman who she'd seen
out of the corner of her eyes for days now, at the bank when she'd had
problems with her ****** cards, at the telephone company after her phone
had been cut off, at the power company when the power at her home had
been removed.
"Stay here, ma'am, I'll inform the Head Waiter, he'll get The
Manager."
The Waiter moved away, and Angelina glared darkly at the fake
waitress, feeling her anger building as the events of the last few days
all built up within her. A red haze seemed to settle over her vision,
she felt so angry and suddenly she wanted to deal with this herself, not
to let someone else take care of the problem.
Her chair scraped along the floor as she got up, still glaring
at the waitress who had been stealing increasingly uneasy glances her
way. As Angelina began storming towards her, The Waitress turned about
and moved towards the kitchen.
"Hold it!" snapped Angelina, startling a few of the diners she
passed,"Hold it right there."
The Waitress didn't hesitate, she broke for the kitchen door,
and with a crazy feeling of elation and freedom, Angelina took off after
her.
The kitchen staff cried out at the intrusion as the blonde burst
across the floor, reaching behind her and scattered pots and pans all
over the floor. One of the chefs cried out in outrage as she shoved
past him, and seconds later he was spun about again as Angelina shoved
past him, her face flushed with a predatory excitement as she chased
the other woman down.
She slammed through the doorway, startled by the sudden drop in
temperature as she left the stifling kitchen and hit the relatively cooler
atmosphere of the outside.
She twisted her head about, the alleyway she'd found herself in
seemed deserted, until she looked the other way and saw the other woman
disappearing in the distance.
A surprisingly feral grin crossed Angelina's beautiful face and
she pounced after her prey, easily catching up to the woman, who was
clutching her side and wheezing painfully.
Angelina grabbed the woman by the back of the shoulders and spun
her about, not knowing what she planned to do but wanting to get a close
look at the face of the woman who'd been stalking her. She was startled
by the other woman's beauty, her features were striking, unique in a way
Angelina had never seen before.
The blonde stared at her with wide, frightened eyes, obviously
at a loss over this sudden turn of events, the shift of hunter to prey,
her lips were parted and she was breathing heavily, a light sheen of
sweat on her beautiful face.
"Who are you?" snapped Angelina,"Why have you been following
me?"
The woman stared at her with those same wide eyes, and Angelina
found herself sinking into them, huge limpid pools of bright intelligence
that seemed to suck Angelina in.
- She's so beautiful, - Angelina thought, surprised by her sudden
shift in thought patterns. Something about this woman reminded her of
Elizabeth Mitchell, the woman she'd had a sex scene with in Gia, for which
Angelina had won a Golden Globe.
She leaned forward, and her lips lightly touched the blond womans,
who stared at her in surprise, then returned the kiss.
As if the tactile contact had instigated some kind of flashback,
Angelina suddenly knew who the woman was, she knew her, she'd met her,
they'd talked together before.
It was Deborah Kara Unger!
"You... you're Deborah Unger," gasped Angelina,"Why have you
been following me."
- More importantly, - she thought to herself, - Why didn't I
recognize her until now? And why didn't the Waiter or any of the diners
in the restaurant recognize her? -
Indeed, in a city where Celebrity was everything, the idea that
a celebrity could pose as a waitress and go unnoticed was impossible.
"Because I told her to," said a voice behind her. Angelina spun
about and found herself facing a tall, dark figure in a long trenchcoat,
smoking a cigarette and generally looking very evil.
"Who are you?" she asked, his features backlit by the
streetlights, obscuring his features.
"Dear oh dear," muttered the man, shaking his head as he took
another drag on his cigarette,"You certainly are bad with faces, aren't
you."
He stepped forward, his face appearing from the shadows.
"YOU!" she gasped, seeing the man, knowing his identity
immediately,"What do you have to do with all this?"
"You'll find out," the man said with a grin, and lifted something
from his trenchcoat's pocket. Angelina gasped when he lifted the gun
and pointed it at her.
"No, don't!" she gasped in fear, even as he pulled the trigger.
She flinched reflexively, feeling the dull pain as the bullet
entered her, not hurting anywhere near as much as she thought it would.
- I must be in shock, - she thought, looking down at her chest,
where a dart was now protruding from her upper chest, - No, it was a
dart, a tranquiliz........ -
She collapsed to the ground before she could finish the
thought.
When Angelina Jolie awoke, she lay on a bed, stripped naked
with her arms and legs spreadeagled out, tied to the plain cot with
smooth, clean looking ropes.
"What's going on?" she gasped, her throat raspy.
"Back in the land of the living, eh?" said a voice, and the man
who'd shot her with the tranquilizer dart reappeared from the shadows of
the room she was in, his grin lewd as he stared over her beautiful,
naked body.
"What kind of sick game is this?" Angelina cried out, struggling
against the bonds holding her there,"Why are you doing this?"
The man moved to the side of the cot, running one hand over
Angelina's flank, making the beautiful 24 year old flinch back from his
touch. He chuckled at that.
"Soon you will beg for my touch," he laughed.
"Forget it!" she spat angrily,"If you think you can get away
with this....."
"Oh but I will," he laughed,"I've gotten away with it so many
times before, you see."
"What?" she gasped, confused.
"Don't you get it yet?" he asked, shaking his head ruefully, as
if trying to teach a particularly dim child,"Don't you know who I am?"
"Of course I do," she snapped, saying his name and his t.v show.
"Ah yes, but that's only scratching the surface," he laughed,
hunkering down on his knees,"You see, in reality, I am actually The
Celebrity Hypnotist."
Her eyes grew wide at this startling revelation. She'd been just
as engrossed as the rest of the country over The Celebrity Hypnotist
Trial that had seen Matt LeBlanc sentenced to over four decades of hard
time after his startling confession during Donovan Prescott's cross
examination. But was it possible, like some of the crazier tabloids
said, that the real Celebrity Hypnotist was still out there, while his
scapegoat, Matt LeBlanc, rotted in a Facility for something he hadn't
done.
"Oh yes," he laughed, seeing the fear in her eyes,"It's fear now,
but soon it will be lust, soon you will beg to suck me, to be fucked
by me, to let me do anything and everything that I want to to you."
"You're a fucking lunatic!" she growled at him,"You're not The
Celebrity Hypnotist, just some sad little para-celebrity with delusions
of grandeur!"
"You think so?" asked The Celebrity Hypnotist, smiling,"You're
just as headstrong as Deborah was, and look how she turned out."
Before Angelina's startled eyes, the man turned and motioned
towards the doorway of the small room they were in. Through it crawled
Deborah Kara Unger, completely naked, a look of raw, animal lust on
her face as she made her way on hands and knees to the CH's side, mewling
pathetically as he slid his hand through her golden blonde tresses.
"You will be like her soon, willing to do anything for me, willing
to let me do anything to you that I please, and you'll love every minute
of it."
The man walked to the foot of the cot and stroked his hand over
her legs, making her shudder in fear as she realized the helplessness of
her situation.
"Please," she whispered,"Don't rape me."
"Don't worry, darling," he laughed,"You'll cum a long time before
I do."
He got up onto the cot, his knees resting against the firm wooden
material. He stared all over her naked body, taken in her trimmed, shaven
pussy, her flat waist, firm, rounded breasts and beautiful face. He
was going to enjoy this.
DONK!
The heavy thud of wood against flesh was sickening, and moments
later The Celebrity Hypnotist's body was falling onto Angelina's his
chest pressing against her firm breasts, squashing them against his
pectorals as his full weight was pressed onto hers.
Seconds later he was rolled off of her and fell to the ground,
moaning in pain.
"What?" gasped Angelina.
"Are you all right?" asked the Waiter who had brought her the
phone at the restaurant, concern etched in his face as he held the loose
board limply at his side, cracked and splintered after he'd slammed it
into The CH's head.
"What? How? Get me out of here!" she cried, deciding to put aside
the unanswered questions of how the Waiter had ended up here... wherever
here was.
"Sure," he gasped, then turned to face Deborah, who was rubbing
her forehead as if she had a headache,"You wanna help me over here?"
"What's going on?" the beautiful blond moaned,"I feel like I've
been walking through seawater these last few weeks."
"Forget that," muttered the Waiter, help me get her untied.
"That's Angelina Jolie?" muttered Deborah, unsteadily getting
to her feet,"What's she doing here?"
"Getting more and more pissed off!" snapped Angelina,"Hurry
up!"
"Calm down, your highness," snapped Deborah back, then helped
the Waiter to untie her from her bonds.
They lifted her from the cot, and she waved them away, wanting
to get to her feet herself.
"Where are my clothes?" she asked, looking about the small room
for any sign of the outfit she'd been wearing at the restaurant, there
was no sign.
"Come on, we'll grab some rainjackets from on deck," the Waiter
muttered,"I don't like it down here, I get claustrophobic."
"On deck?" asked Angelina,"Just where the hell are we?"
For the first time, she realized that the floor was tolting back
and forth every so slightly, indicating they were on some kind of boat,
moored safely or anchored out somewhere on calm, smooth seas.
"On this freaks boat," replied the Waiter, pointing at The CH,
who was curled up in a small ball by the cot, gripping his head and
moaning quietly,"I came out in time to see him load you into the back of
his car. I didn't have time to call the police so I grabbed my own car
and followed you. When he showed up at the docks and got onboard this
boat, I knew I couldn't grab the Harbor Patrol like I'd planned, so I
swam after as he headed out and climbed onboard, luckily this thing
can be piloted by one guy, I think I can get us back to land."
For the first time, Angelina realized he was dripping wet, and
was touched by this unknown man's efforts to save her.
"Come on then, let's go," she said,"I think the police are going
to enjoy talking to this punk."
"We'll lock the door behind us," the Waiter nodded,"Keep the
perve trapped in his own cell."
"Not so fast," grunted The CH, staggering to his feet, glaring
at the three of them with baleful eyes. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small, black box with a red button on it.
"What the hell is that?" snapped Deborah, her mind her own again
after seeing him smashed unconscious,"A Star Trek Communicator?"
"Funny, bitch," snapped The CH,"No, this is a transmittor, wired
to explosives set around this ship. I had it prepared as an insurance
policy in case anything ever went wrong. One push of this button, and
thirty seconds later the ship blows up."
"And takes you with it," said the Waiter,"Bullshit."
"Maybe, maybe not," chuckled The CH,"I might have an escape plan,
or I might be crazy enough, vindictive enough, to try and take you all
with me as punishment for defying me.... you wanna try me?"
"Yeah, we do!" snarled Angelina, stepping forward defiantly. The
Ch gazed appreciatively down her body, and she stepped back quickly,
moving behind the dripping wet form of the Waiter.
"We're not scared of you," growled Deborah, also hiding her naked
body behind the Waiter's soaking body.
"Fine," chuckled The CH, then cackled madly as he slammed his
hand down hard on the button. He began to laugh maniacally, throwing
his head back and bellowing out laughter.
"Oh shit," said Deborah,"You don't think he's crazy enough...?"
"Let's not wait to find out," gulped the Waiter, and the three
of them twisted about and rushed into the dark corridors of the ship.
"Follow me!" cried the two beautiful celebrity woman's savior,
leading them to the stairs which took them up onto the deck of the ship,
which was a small cargo ship of some type.
"How long has it been!?" gasped Angelina, her breasts rising
and falling heavily as she tried to regain her breath.
"I've no fucking idea," cried the Waiter, spinning his head
about wildly, looking for shore,"The fucker has taken us out to sea before
putting in anchor, we'll need a boat."
He rushed to the side of the deck, grabbing a small, orange
package, then turned to face the two beautiful, naked celebrities, his
face verging near panic.
"Okay!" he shouted,"As soon as I throw this thing, jump after
it, our time must almost be up!"
He didn't wait for acknowledgment, just pulled a small cord
on the package and flung it out into the cool night sky. Then he lept
onto the rail along the side of the deck and without hesitation leaped
into the air. Right behind him, Angelina and Deborah also launched
themselves through the air, and seconds later a huge WHUMP! filled the
air and the breath was knocked from their bodies as a huge wall of heat
flung them forward.
They hit the cold water hard, shocking them back to consciousness
as they sunk into the water. Both beautiful women immediately kicked
with their firm, toned legs and made their way back to the surface,
breaking the water and gasping for air.
End Part 3/4
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13 4/4
Blondes & Brunette's Part 2/2
Deborah Kara Unger and Angelina Jolie stared in fascination at
the flaming wreck of the ship over thirty feet away from them, sinking
into the water. Fire on the water was a rare sight, and both woman
were seemingly captivated by it.
"Crazy fucker actually did it," gasped Deborah,"Can you believe
it?"
"I can't believe this whole thing," replied Angelina, treading
water,"It's like a fucking movie."
"Yeah, but without stunt doubles," chuckled Deborah. Angelina
stared at her in surprise, then seconds later joined her in laughter.
"You girls want to stay there all night? you seem to be enjoying
yourself," said a voice behind them, and they turned about in the water
to see their hero, the Waiter, sitting in a large, inflatable raft just
a few feet away.
At the same time that an unknown Waiter was pulling two very
sexy, naked celebrities from the water by a flaming wreckage, two very
rich men were sitting in an office, discussing Donovan Prescott.
"He's a workhorse, not scared to take his share of the workload,
and more... and he doesn't brag about it," Joseph Salinger said gruffly,
as close to outright admiration and encouragement as the
elderly, distinguished lawyer ever got,"He reminds me alot of Gorman,
when he started out with me all those years ago."
Alex McKenzie nodded, as the youngest of the three Partners,
he always showed the proper and correct respect to Salinger, holding
back his rather dry humor. The fact that he was a Partner at all showed
how talented he was, Salinger, Gorman and McKenize had been Salinger and
Gorman for over twenty years, despite a number of extremely
gifted Associates passing through the doors over the years. This Firm
was one that shoveled large workloads onto it's employees and gave little
in the way of encouragement. You got paid well if you worked well, and
you learned a great deal about the law, if you worked at Salinger, Gorman
and McKenzie.
And of course, you also learned how to bend, twist and even
break those laws.
"So what do you think your chances are on this case?" Salinger
asked McKenzie.
"The guy is guilty is hell, I know it, The Judge knows it, Opposing
Counsel knows it, hell, even the Jury know it. The only person that
doesn't know it is Donovan, and thanks to the research he's been putting
in, our client is going to get off."
"You're going to argue reasonable doubt?"
"Of course, and Donovan and I have been having some pretty heavy
strategy sessions, I've been able to turn his mind to twisting the facts
of the evidence to make it all look circumstantial."
"A very slight twist of ethics," noted Salinger.
"Very slight, almost negligible," agreed McKenzie,"But...."
"But it will be enough, he's done it once, he'll do it again,
and he'll move more and more outside the accepted practice of the law,
soon the only thing he'll care about will be winning cases, no matter
how he has to do it."
"And once we have him thinking like that, he'll be unstoppable."
"Exactly," chuckled Salinger, a dry, rasping laugh that brought
to mind images of lizards and other scaly creatures. The seventy year
old lawyer was very well maintained, he looked distinguished and dignified,
every bit the elder Statesman. But there was something about him, something
you only noticed if you spent alot of time with him, which almost nobody
did,"Then we'll have a superb legal weapon that can get anybody off,
and the money will come rolling in."
Both men held up their glasses, a superb brandy from Salinger's
bar, and clinked them together, laughing quietly to themselves at the
thought of all the drug and blood money their crusading Associate would
soon be bringing in.
"This is the problem with real life," Deborah moaned through
chattering teeth,"In a movie we would have cut to ******s after you
showed up."
The three companions sat in the large rubber raft, shivering
uncontrollably as the cold air swept through their bodies. The Waiter
was slightly better off, as he was wearing clothes, but they were soaked
through, and he too was feeling the effects of the cold.
Angelina huddled her arms around her breasts and tried to fight
off the cold through sheer force of will.
"A... after the c-******s," she chattered,"It would cut back
to the burning boat, and a hand would smash through the wreckage."
They all laughed at that, but it could only hold off the cold
for so long.
"I wish someone would say, that's a wrap," Deborah moaned, which
didn't help anyone. Suddenly the beautiful blond sat up straight, getting
the other two's attention.
"I read somewhere," she gasped,"That to hold off hypothermia,
you should huddle together with someone."
"Good idea," replied Angelina,"Come here."
Soon the two women had their arms wrapped around each other's
bodies, heads pressed together, rubbing up and down slightly in order
to cause a little friction, create a little heat.
Angelina hesitated slightly, then looked up at the miserable
looking Waiter, who was shivering badly.
"Join us," she said,"I don't want you to die of hypothermia
and haunt me for the rest of my life."
He quickly moved to the center of the raft, and soon all three
were pressed together, rubbing up and down, trying to create body heat
to fight off the cold.
"Is it just me," muttered Deborah,"Or is this like the premise
to some cheap porno."
This had the desired effect, as everyone laughed and forgot
the cold momentarily. But this was soon followed by slight unease,
as the two women remembered they were naked and the man remembered just
who he was huddled up against.
"Hardly cheap," Angelina joked weakly,"I don't come cheap... and
I mean that in every possible way."
This time the laughter was short, and rather forced.
Angelina turned to look at Deborah, figuring that this way nothing
would be misconstrued by direct eyecontact. Looking into the other
woman's eyes though, she suddenly found herself sinking into them again,
as she had back in the alley outside the restaurant.
As she continued to rub up and down against the woman, who did
the same, she felt a heat growing within her lap, something that Deborah
could not fail to feel.
The blond woman only smiled however, and before Angelina Jolie
knew what she was doing, she'd leaned down and begun kissing the beautiful
Deborah Kara Unger.
The Waiter watched them with wide eyes, feeling his erection
grow within the tight, confining pants that were plastered to his skin.
As Deborah broke the kiss with Angelina, she felt the presence
of the Waiter close to her. Turning about, her mind still a little
confused and unsure after that kiss, she was surprised when his mouth
met hers, and he french kissed the beautiful movie star.
She was taken aback, but moments later she returned the kiss,
her own tongue sliding into the man's mouth, passing over his as they
sucked and tasted on each other's mouths.
They broke the kiss and Deborah looked down, seeing his erection
plainly through the watersoaked material of his pants. He blushed
slightly, but she just chuckled and before he knew it she had pushed
him onto his back on the floor of the raft.
"What are you doing?" he and Angelina asked at the same
time.
"Shhh," Deborah chuckled, her mind overwhelmed with lust again,
and then unbuckled her hero's belt and peeled his wet pants down over
his legs.
Angelina's eyes bulged as the blond went down on the Waiter, whose
name neither of them knew. He groaned in surprised pleasure as Deborah
Kara Unger's face bobbed gently up and down over his lap, her lips spread
around his hard shaft.
The three were all separated now, but the cold no longer bothered
any of them, as if it had been forgotten. Deborah's large breasts pressed
firmly against the Waiter's legs, her smooth golden tresses brushing
against his thighs as she sucked and licked his cock, gobbling his crank
contentedly. Bent over as she was, her beautiful, curved ass was presented
to Angelina, who found her eyes drawn to the other woman's magnificent
buttocks. The dark haired movie star instantly felt her arousal grow,
her nipples seemingly hardening even more in the cold air, heat building
in her lap as she watched the other celebrity suck on a stranger's cock.
Deborah pulled away suddenly, a strand of saliva connecting her
mouth and his cock for a second before breaking away. She turned around
and eyed Angelina with a small grin crossing her lips, mischief in her
eyes.
"Wha.... what?" asked Angelina, apprehensive at what she knew
was coming, knowing that she was looking forward to it. Her eyes closed
and she groaned in anticipation, siding with her animal instincts and
letting her desire take over.
She felt a hand slide up her bare thigh and groaned happily,
she opened her eyes and was rather taken aback to find it was the Waiters
hand moving up her leg, not Deborah's. This familiarity would normally
have unnerved or irritated her, but for some reason in these settings,
in this environment, she was just aroused.
He slid a finger deep into her hot, wet snatch, making her gasp out
at the pleasurable intrusion. Her cunt instinctively tightened down on
his finger, and he had to struggle to get a second finger inside of her
dripping pussy.
He began a sawing motion into her cunt with his fingers, sliding
the now soaking digits in and out between her cuntlips, his thumb pressing
and applying pressure onto her clit.
Angelina had thrown her head back and closed her eyes as she let
the sensations wash over her, but her eyes opened as she felt a pair of
hands grasp her on either side of the head. Presented before her were a
pair of magnificent breasts, large, firm and inviting.
Deborah fed one large tit into Angelina's mouth, the movie star
eagerly beginning to suck on the tit-flesh in her mouth, causing Deborah
to groan in sexual satisfaction.
The Waiter was presented with the rather pleasing sight
of Deborah's beautiful asscheeks just a few inches from his face as she
held up her tit to Angelina's mouth. As he continued to stroke his fingers
in and out of the brunette's pussy, he leaned forward and lightly licked
at Deborah's exposed cunt, sliding his tongue between her shaven cuntlips.
He pulled his fingers free from Angelina, causing her to moan
unhappily around Deborah's nipple. Lifting his fingers to his lips, the
Waiter sniffed, then tasted her juices, smiling at the taste before going
back for more, this time directly from the source.
Angelina gasped out as she felt the Waiter's mouth press against
her cunt and begin eating her out. His tongue swiftly explored her
trimmed snatch, dipping between the folds of her pussy lips as he offered
constant erotic stimulation to her cunt, the fingers of one hand rubbing
her clit while the fingers of the other ran over Deborah's ass, down her
crack, past her asshole and between her cuntlips. He had to support his
weight awkwardly on one elbow, but the slight discomfort paled
in comparison to the pleasure he got from tasting and feeling two such
beautiful, famous women.
Angelina was gasping now, moaning as she took in sharp, deep
gasps of air. The roles had been reversed, and Deborah was now feasting
on the brunettes magnificent breasts. She twisted from one to the other,
sucking in the plump, firm tit-flesh, playing her tongue over the excited
celebrity's nipples, nibbling and biting lightly to excite the other
woman.
The Waiter pulled his mouth from Angelina's cunt, sliding his hand
from Deborah's pussy and pressing it between Ms. Jolie's legs, pushing
into the brunettes hot, dripping snatch with fingers soaked with the
pussyjuice of the hot blond woman.
Angelina cried out in excitement as she felt him close his mouth
over her exposed breast, so that both he and Deborah were now sucking
on one breast each, while his fingers continued to pump in and out of
her pussy.
Her body jerked and twisted with increasing regularity as she
speedily approaching climax, her orgasm building up to take her, hard.
He and Deborah disengaged from Angelina's breasts at the same time
and both stared with pleasure at her chest, her titflesh glistening with
saliva. They turned and looked at each other, smiling happily before
joining in a quick, but passionate kiss, their tongues sliding into each
other's mouths.
He felt the blond celebrity's hand close around his cock, still
wet from when she had orally pleasured him earlier. She jerked him off
as they kissed again, the sides of their heads resting lightly against
Angelina's tits as she masturbated herself furiously, orgasming quickly,
her juices flowing out over her thighs and pooling at the bottom of the
raft, which was surprisingly stable considering the amount of movement
being carried out inside of it.
Deborah broke away from him and released his cock, grinning
wickedly before sliding the hand down over her waist and between her
legs, a finger pushing up into her cunt and frigging herself happily
before pulling her dripping fingers away.
She moved behind Angelina, then pulled the movie star back against
her so that the brunette's head rested on her stomach, just below her
full, erect breasts. She'd spread her legs out wide, and enjoyed the
feel of Angelina's warm flesh against her hot, steaming lap.
"Dinner time," Deborah murmured happily, bringing her fingers
to Angelina's mouth, pressing the juicy digits into the other woman's mouth,
who eagerly slurped the cuntcream from them. As she did this, the Waiter
masturbated her, keeping her in a high state of arousal that broke down
her inhibitions.
He took her hand and guided it to his shaft, and she instinctively
circled it, beginning a light, tugging handjob on the stranger who had
saved them from The Celebrity Hypnotist.
Deborah had removed her fingers from Angelina's mouth, and as
the brunette masturbated the Waiter and was masturbated in turn by him,
the blond woman slid her hands over the other woman's tits, massaging
and stroking them, smiling happily as she watched the Waiter lean forward
and kiss Angelina lightly, then deeper, obviously sucking on her tongue
and exploring the confines of her mouth.
He pulled away from her and stared down at her body, clearly highly
aroused, as if this was the first time he realized just what was going on
here.
Deborah, still behind Angelina, caressing and stroking her tits,
looked the Waiter deep in the eye and mouthed two words at him, a command
that he was only too willing to follow.
"Fuck her."
Angelina's hand was removed from the Waiters cock and replaced
by his own, and moments later the head of his cock was only an inch from
her hot, steaming slit.
Angelina breathed heavily, hot with anticipation and arousal,
increasingly turned on by Deborah's ministrations. She too, mouthed
words at him, her meaning clear.
"Fuck me."
He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, then
pushed forward into her and groaned loudly as he sank into her incredible,
velvet tightness.
As he did this, Deborah continued kneading and massaging the other
woman's breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples as Angelina cried
out in sexual rapture. At the same time, the Waiter's lap connected with
Angelina's, his cock buried balls deep into her cunt, his nuts pressing
warmly against her asshole.
He lay within her for a few moments, reveling in the sensation of
being inside of Angelina Jolie's cunt. And then he pulled back and slammed
forward, and instantly began to fuck her hard and fast, just as she
wanted, beginning a hard, lustdriven slam fuck that drove both Angelina
and Deborah wild.
Angelina's orgasms came quickly, with barely a gap inbetween
as her sensitized body was pushed over the edge again and again, her
cunt filled again and again, crammed with thick, hard cockmeat, rubbing
over her clitoris, driving her insane with pleasure as he fucked her
hard and fast, grunting and moaning in excitement.
He became lost in a white hot haze of sexual ecstasy, his cock
swallowed and sucked in by her orgasming pussy again and again, his mouth
closing over her buzzing, screeching nipple and tugging and jerking at
it with his teeth.
Angelina's head drove back into Deborah's belly, her head twisting
from side to side as she squealed in pleasure. Her cries rose and rose
in volume until she was making a barely audible hiss, her eyes rolled
back in her head as her hips hunched up and down uncontrollably against
his, her tits bouncing up and down as the movie stars sweat soaked body
thundered through orgasm after orgasm.
Finally she lay still beneath him as he thrust into her, his
cock slamming balls deep with each thrust as he groaned happily, loving
the feel of Angelina Jolie's tight cunt around his cock.
"Hey, loverboy," whispered Deborah, her quiet voice somehow
penetrating the lustcrazed fog of his mind,"Don't forget about me, kay?"
He looked up at her, as if confused as to why she would distract
him while fucking Angelina Jolie. But one look at her large breasts
and flushed, eager face soon changed that confusion to a look of even
deeper lust, and with a squelching slurp, his cock pulled free from
Angelina Jolie's cunt.
The brunette slid to the floor with a low moan of satisfaction,
her legs still spread wide and a dazed, happy face of contentment. The
Waiter climbed over her and slid up the side of the raft, against which
Deborah Kara Unger was waiting.
They wasted no time on preliminaries, just a quick kiss before
he turned her around and parted her eager legs with his knees, giving
his cock better access to her cunt. Her breasts squashed against the
side of the inflatable raft and she threw back her head happily as his
cock entered her tight, juicy quim.
"Oh yes," Deborah gasped happily,"Fuck me, yes!"
The Waiter was on his knees behind the hot celebrity, his cock
sliding into her soaked cunt-passage. He groaned in desire as he thrust
forward, burying his orgasm deep into the velvet depths of her vagina.
Deborah moved her ass back and forth, sliding her cunt up and
down onto his stabbing cock. The Waiter slammed into her pussy with
increasing tempo, the hot blond star grunting and crying out
animalistically.
"Yes! Oh yes, I love it!" she cried breathlessly,"Fuck me, do it,
fuck me!"
She cried out in joy as he pounded his cock in and out of her
tight, gushing snatch with everything he had, holding nothing back as
the sensations once more took over him.
The actress drove her cunt back onto his piercing cock, her hips
grinding back against him, countering his strokes, meeting him halfway,
his hips slapping against her firm asscheeks with each thrust into her
cunt.
Deborah's body jerked and shook uncontrollably as she came,
orgasming roughly, crying out happily as her juices spread out past his
rampaging cock and over her inner thighs, running down to the floor of the
raft.
The Waiter plunged his cock frantically into her fuckhole as the
blond celebrity climaxed, crying out breathlessly for him to fuck her
again, harder, faster, she wanted more, she NEEDED more!.
The pace of his thrusts increased again, his cock hammering into
Deborah's cunt, making her squeal in delight. He slammed deep, balls
slapping forward so far that they hit her clitoris, blasting her with
more and more sexual pleasure. He slammed forward against her ass,
grinding against her beautiful buttocks, twisting his cock back and forth
inside her stuffed cunt, groaning happily.
Deborah screamed out as she orgasmed again, squealing for more,
she HAD to have MORE!
She thrashed about wildly beneath him, her big tits bouncing up
and down as she thrust her body back, exposing her mammaries once again
to the cool sea air.
Even as her orgasm wound down, Deborah Kara Unger continued to
ram her cunt back and forth on his cock, sobbing in joy as she orgasmed
again and again. She whimpered like a child, begging him for more,
to fuck her again, her body tensing and releasing as she humped back
against his cock.
Finally her body was exhausted and she fell forward onto the
side of the raft, her arms falling over the side, hands dragging in the
water.
A few moments later she felt his cock pull from her cunt, leaving
her feeling empty and in need of more. Fully sated as she should have
been, still she felt like overindulging, like getting his cock into her
again.
She turned about an grinned as she saw the Waiter on his knees,
steadying himself with his hands on the sides of the raft as Angelina
was on all fours before him, sucking on his cock hungrily.
Deborah got down onto her hands and knees as well and moved over
beside Angelina, who pulled her mouth from the Waiter's cock and turned
to kiss her blond lover.
The two women then turned their attentions back to their hero's
cock, licking and kissing his shaft, taking turns deepthroating him
and sucking his balls into their mouths.
Finally the man grunted and the two celebrities eagerly opened
their mouths as he shot his cum, his sperm firing into both their mouths
and across both their faces, giving them both facials a pornstar would
have been proud of.
With a grunt, the Waiter fell onto his ass at the bottom of the
raft, a sated, blank look on his face. The two naked celebrities turned
to each other and grinned at the sight of the sperm all over each other's
faces. They took turns licking cum from each other's faces before locking
into another passionate kiss.
When they broke away they saw the Waiter smiling at
them, obviously well pleased with his work.
"We don't even know your name," giggled Angelina, chuckling at
her own debauchery.
"Yeah," laughed Deborah,"I've been thinking of you as 'the Waiter'
all this time!"
They all laughed.
"Who am I?" asked the Waiter, still smiling,"How rude of me for
not introducing myself."
He held out his hands to them both and they both took them, shaking
his hands solemnly, then breaking into girlish laughter.
"I'm The Celebrity Hypnotist," I said with a grin,"And that's a
wrap."
"Of course it was all scripted out," I said as Kevin stopped the
tape, chuckling,"That explosion was put in by the Special Effects guys
after the shoot was done. It was all in their heads the entire time,
the explosion, the wreckage, everything."
"The boat was just sitting there?" asked Kevin.
"No more than a hundred feet away at any time," I chuckled,"But
they saw the burning wreckage of a boat slowly sinking into the water
before disappearing."
"And they never saw the Operatives hanging around, keeping the
area cleared, or the film crew, or anything," he laughed, not questioning,
but stating fact. The only thing he didn't know was that all of those
Operatives and Film Crew had seen me as a different celebrity, just a way
of keeping my identity completely safe. Paranoid maybe, but the recent
Trial had shown me the benefit of such paranoia.
"By the way, why did you use David Schwimmer to play the fake
Celebrity Hypnotist?" Kevin asked.
"Irony," I replied, and we both laughed.
"So all of this will be gone from their memories by now, right?"
"Yeah," I said with a smile,"They'll have dreamed of this by now
and let their minds forget it, because after all, it's just a dream
right, why should they remember?"
"Good, good," said Kevin with a smile. He removed the tape from
the video,"Another Bestseller, I think, I'm glad I greenlighted this
project, I like this new theme idea of yours."
"It's a lot of fun," I replied, nodding,"In fact, I've already
had another idea."
"Go ahead," laughed Kevin,"I can't wait to hear this."
"I was thinking it was time we did an International Special..."
Kevin was already hooked, and all thoughts of Eyes Wide Shut,
Stanley Kubrick and Tom Cruise were pushed to the back of his mind as I
outlined my next plan.
End Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 13.
Next Chapter : Celebrity Hypnotist - International Edition,
starring Elizabeth Hurley, Natalie Imbruglia, Lucy Lawless &
Renee O'Connor.
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Demi Moore Kim Basinger
Teri Hatcher Michelle Pfieffer
Gillian Anderson Nicole Kidman
Daphne Zuniga Drew Barrymore
Lisa Kudrow Uma Thurman
Courteney Cox Alicia Silverstone
Lauren Holly Heather Locklear
Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Love Hewitt
Helen Hunt Debbe Dunning
Faith Ford Patricia Richardson
Mary Hart Sarah Michelle Gellar
Tea Leoni Neve Campbell
Carmen Elektra Jenny McCarthy
Jenna Elfman Julia Roberts
Cindy Crawford Isabella Rosselinni
The Spice Girls Tyra Banks
Sandra Bullock Cameron Diaz
Catherine Zeta Jones Claudia Schiffer
Gwyneth Paltrow Charlize Theron
Angelina Jolie Deborah Kara Unger
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