Message-ID: <12893eli$9807091915@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (Dimitri)"Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 6"(m/f, oral) [1/4] - Featuring Heather Locklear, Jennifer Love Hewitt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6o2p24$rr3$5@newsource.ihug.co.nz> The Internet does not exist in the physical world, and hence is not subject to the laws of any country... however, your country and/or state does have laws, and your computer does fall under the jurisdiction of those laws. Therefore, if it is illegal in your country and/or state to view pornography, then it is illegal for you to read this story and I will accept no responsibility if you do so... Get it? Got it? Good. If you like this story and would like to see more, or make a compliment or even constructive criticism, then send your e-mails to - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com If you want to pick up some of my other stories, but are terrified to ask me for them, you can go to the following URL's : 1 : ftp://asstr.ml.org 2 : http://come.to/dimitri (please note, this is not my site, I merely post stories to the maintainer, JayDee, who actually runs the site.. also, not all the stories on the site are mine, stories in the other section were written by other authors) 3 : http://www.cjspalace.fsn.net (*) 4 : http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/vanthal/63/archive.htm (*) 5 : http://www.mindspring.com/~alara/ajer/magneto.html (*) (*) I haven't been able to check these out yet, but have been told at least one of my stories can be found there. What has gone before - Chronologically speaking, this story takes place about a week and a half before the Academy Awards. In the last chapter the Celebrity Hypnotist (whose identity remains a secret... although perhaps not for long) was in an orgy with the women of the Batman Movies. Before he could enjoy sampling each hole on every women he was unexpectedly interrupted by a tabloid photographer (who had been tipped off by Lisa Kudrow, who seems to be working against the CH's Organisation) who almost got away with incriminating evidence. Shaken, but determined to put the setbacks behind him and take control once more, he heads home... where he encounters one Bart Rice, who has entered his home and plastered the contents of the CH's 'secret'journals all over the place. When the CH asks him what he wants, Bart replies that he and the CH are going to become great friends. And with no further adieu, let us proceed.... Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Six, Part One Of Four. -------------------------------------------------- I made to step forward and he brought a hand up, fast, damn fast, and said. "Not so quick there, buckaroo, keep your distance." "Hey," I replied with a smile, warm and friendly,"I thought we were going to be best friends?" "Shit, you are as slick as your journal says," he said with a whistle of appreciation,"But don't be trying any of that keyword hypnosis of yours on me or I'll blow your fuckin knee off and take this shit to the tabloids." I noted that in his free hand he had a loose grip on a gun, I didn't know what type, but it was big, and I had already seen how fast he was. Even as I registered that, my face was holding the happy, 'great to see you, buddy' grin, however, my mind was cursing and screaming, this little fucker knew exactly where to hit me. If he had said he'd go to the Feds I would have just laughed, but the tabloids? That was another story. I had told Tom and Alec earlier that we had to cater to the faceless masses despite the fact we were so much better than them, and now my words came back to haunt me. Without public support my t.v career would go down the tube, and I'd be hounded by the media for the rest of my life, which would make me an unviable option for the Organisation. "I read your journals right through in a night," Bart told me with a grin,"Usually I can't read more than 10 or 12 pages of a book at night, even with pictures, but this one was the best damned thing I ever read!" he dropped the journal and scooped up something... a film cannister, my heart sank. He had found the list of locations around the city where I stashed my copies of my conquests, this was hard evidence. - What the fuck were you thinking, - my mind shouted at me, - If you were going to keep anything you should have kept it either here or at the Organisations Archives, where it could be guarded! - "What did you do with the Security Guards?" I asked,"If you've killed them then we're both fucked, and you know it." He just grinned at me again,"Got me a copy of your phonebooks in that safety deposit box as well, business numbers as well as celebrities, I've always been good at voices so I rang up and sent them home!" "Rang up!" I sputtered at him,"Do you know what a risk that was, I don't care how good you think you are, no one is ever as good as they think they are!" He just smiled,"You think? I guess we're in a bit of trouble then," he smiled as my mouth closed and I frowned, he had just done a perfect imitation of my voice, right down to nuance and tone. "I had a lot of time to perfect it," Bart said,"Being a nameless, faceless member of the crowd meant I didn't have anything important to do." Now the little bastard was quoting me, not only had he read my fucking journals, it seemed like he had memorized at least some of them. "So what do you want?" I asked,"Money? a film career? Your own t.v show?" Bart leaned forward and looked at me with a grin that sent a chill down my spine. "None of that happy horseshit, all I want is to be a part of it, I wanna fuck some of those hot bitches who'd look at me like a piece of dogshit if they ever saw me, I want copies of the tapes... I want to be you." So that was the fuckers game, he wanted to be on top of it all, lord it over the plebs and do what he wanted and who he wanted whenever he wanted... in short, he did want to be me. Now I was beginning to feel as happy as I looked, and I was even happier to see his own cocky grin fade slightly, he could see the difference in my expression. - The son of a bitch has me by the balls, - I thought, - But I'm fine, I'm fine, I know how to handle it so I'll be back in the Driver's seat. - "Hey," I laughed, and he grinned back at me a little uneasily, still not sure why I was so happy,"Why didn't you say so, I thought you were going to ask me for something I couldn't give you. If you've read those journals, you'll know a celebrities's power comes from his public popularity, in other words if the public doesn't like you it doesn't matter whose in your corner, you'll only ever be in Woody Allen movies.... but what you want I can definitely give you." His smile widened and I had to fight an urge to laugh out loud, he had rocked me for a second, but now I had the upper foot, now I was pulling wide the jaws of the trap, ready to spring them on the poor, unsuspecting plebe. "So tell me," I said instead of laughing at him,"Where would you like to start? You want to jump right in and grab a celebrity woman you've always wanted? Or perhaps see some of the archives? Famous woman from the last thirty years getting fucked every way imaginable? We've got romance tapes, rape tapes, parodies of their own programs with sex thrown in, everything a horny young man could ever want..." As I had been speaking I had seen a change come over his face, his grin had spread wider as I spoke, but instead of a happy, expectant grin it had become a cynical, contemptuous grin. Before I knew it he was up from the table, moving to where I stood and grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, actually lifting me up off my feet and slamming me against the doorframe. "What the hell...?" I began to gasp. "You think I'm one of them, don't you?" he growled at me, his face inches from mine,"One of those plebes you talk about in your journal, one of the ignorant, unwashed, faceless masses who you think you're so much better than, don't you?" "What?" I gasped,"What are you...?" "I heard you, dropping the tone of your voice, changing the inflection, you trying to hypnotize me, aren't you?" The thought had occurred to me, but the events of the day had gotten to me, the mistakes that were usually beneath me had shaken my confidence, and I wanted to take care of this impudent little fucker myself, without the benefit of my hypnosis. "You've hypnotized yourself," I snapped at him, and his eyes narrowed in suspicious confusion. "What?" "You heard me," I returned,"You've read my journals, you know how I hypnotize people, and you convinced yourself to hear me dropping tone and inflection." He stepped back and slowly released me, filled with suspicion and confusion born of ignorance. "Okay," he growled at me,"But just remember, you try that hypnotism shit on me and I'll make it so you'll have to sit down to piss for the rest of your life, understand?" I smoothed my shirt down and glanced at him in distaste. "Yeah, I understand well enough," I said,"Now I'll ask you again, where do you want me to start?" He grinned,"Those archives sound pretty good, but I want to hear about one of my favorites from you, and I know from your Journals you've had her." "Who is it?" I asked, actually looking forward to this, I could tell him anything I wanted to because if (when! when!) the trap was sprung, it wouldn't matter. For once I could let someone see the real me. "Tell me all about... " Heather Locklear. ----------------- I had to admit, I'd been feeling a little low lately, wondering what was the point of it all. But then this case had come along, and suddenly I was excited again. We had the Boardroom set up just right, a long wooden table with chairs at regular intervals along both sides was the central focus of the room. Along the walls were landscapes by various artists, some relatively famous, others obscure... they were simply eye-candy to keep the walls from having a bland look. One end of the Boardroom was made up of a giant window, and the C.E.O's chair at the head of the table was in front of this. This was a psychological trick employed by the C.E.O to give an impression that he or she was above the others, on a sunny day the light would shine on his or her back and make him/her appear mysterious and otherworldly... maybe even a God. In short it was the typical boardroom of Corparate America. The only thing different about this boardroom was that it wasn't a real boardroom, it was a set on a specially built stage in an old warehouse owned by the Organisation. The previous night I had bumped into Heather Locklear, who was at this time gaining back the fame she had once had. She was now the bitch everyone loved to hate (and every guy wanted to fuck) on Melrose Place. Melrose had come out as a slightly more grown up version of Beverly Hills 90210, but it had not been a ratings success... until everyone started screwing around and 'Amanda' appeared on the scene. Meeting Heather at a party that an old Player desperate to get back into the game had thrown, we had struck up a conversation and I had immediately become attracted to her. I was most struck by the fact that she was willing to give some time to me, given that I was relatively obscure at the time. However, about ten minutes through our conversation I mentioned my name and her eyes widened slightly. "I'm sorry," she said with a little laugh,"All this time we've been talking I thought you were someone else." Our conversation continued, but now she was dropping hints that she needed to use the bathroom, wanted to mingle, needed a drink, anything to get away from me after she had realized that I wasn't who she thought I was... most likely some Hollywood Exec. Eventually I let her go. - I was sure she was enjoying our conversation, - I thought to myself, - Man, I haven't been duped like that since... since ever! - I considered wheedling my way back into a conversation and hypnotizing her into having sex, but in a way it wasn't enough to get back at her myself... I wanted to dupe her the way she'd duped me. Deciding on a course of action, I made my way to the host and asked him if I could use the phone. Looking agitated but being cordial in case I was someone important he didn't recognize, he gave me directions. Soon I was in the bedroom and I sat down by the phone, dialing the secure number of the man in charge of L.A Operations for the Organisation. "Yes?" came the voice immediately, the phone only ringing twice,"Who is this?" I told him my name and clearance number, he immediately relaxed and asked how I was. I engaged in small talk with him for a couple of minutes, knowing that anything that greased the wheels of the very rushed job I would be asking him to do would help. After asking after each others health and so forth, I got to the point, telling him I'd need an accurate replica of a Corporate Boardroom ready at the warehouse where I usually worked in L.A. He got the little details from me and then told me it would be ready by Eleven the next day. Smiling in satisfaction, I put the phone down and made my way back to the party. After half an hour or so I had the perfect opportunity, working my way into a group conversation by the party, once more I noted the Host (who was a rotating member of the group, every so often leaving to tend to other guests) looking at me and trying to figure out where he remembered me from, was I an executive or just one of those 'ordinary' celebrities who'd gotten in because they knew somebody who had an invitation. Of course Heather was a part of the group and was constantly being complimented on not only her beauty at her age (some other women were in the group and stressed the words 'your age' whilst glancing suspiciously at their lust-struck husbands) but on her regained popularity. Whenever I had the opportunity to talk I did, usually saying something funny so people would pay attention to me, even though the only person whose attention I really wanted or cared for was hers. As always I dropped my keywords, changed tone, inflection and used constant repetition to drive an idea into her head. I made her want to talk with me in private, somewhere secluded. After an hour with the group I took my leave and made my way to the bedroom, I sat down and waited patiently, listening smugly to the noise of Jason Priestly and Shannon Doherty fucking each other hard in the next room, which they thought was soundproof. - Geez, - I thought, - They play brother and sister, how can they do it? - I shook my head with a slight grin, even I was guilty of blurring the line between t.v and reality sometimes. After a couple of minutes Heather popped her head through the door. "Sorry," she said,"I was looking for a private place to lie down for a few moments, I've got a bit of a headache." "Don't worry," I said, happy because I had planted the headache in her mind and now knew my hypnosis had succeeded,"I know a trick to get rid of headaches She hesitated a second, then came down and sat down next to me on the bed. I got onto my knees and moved around behind her, she looked about in concern, not knowing what I was up to. A second later she relaxed as I brought my hands up to either side of her temple and began to make slow, concentric circles. "Just a few minutes of this," I whispered to her,"And you'll feel good as new, it's all about pressure points." I began talking to her about this and that as I gently rubbed the blonde beauty's head, and she replied without thinking, like I was a hairdresser making smalltalk... this was just the way I wanted things, I didn't want her to think about anything I was talking about, but be receptive enough to answer, she was practically putting herself into a trance. And so it went, as it always did, I began planting my instructions in her head in a roundabout way, taking care first to put in my ever important insurance policy... - "I been meaning to ask," interrupted Bart, annoying me,"What is this insurance policy of yours?" - So the little bastard hasn't read it all yet, probably just the bits where I interact with celebrities or fuck them, - I thought with satisfaction. "You'll find out soon enough," I said,"You wanna hear this story or not?" "Yeah, yeah," he replied quickly, and I realized I had the little fucker spellbound, and I wasn't even trying to hypnotize him... damn I'm good! I continued. - ...my insurance policy, once that was in place I set up the idea in her head that she had always had a fantasy, a dream involving her character, Amanda. When all was in place, when I had created a fragile tapestry in her mind of her own dreams and fantasies (one that would disintegrate once enacted, and leave her with no memory of the incident at all) I told her (she was now deep in a trance) that she could come back to full awareness now and her headache would be gone. "How's that?" I asked, pulling my hands away. "Wow!" she exclaimed, raising one hand to her smooth forehead as if in disbelief,"It's gone, thanks!" "Glad to be of service," I replied with a warm smile,"It's even better for the morning after." Her eyes narrowed slightly and I realized with amusement that she thought that had been a clumsy come-on. I had actually meant it was great for hangovers, but let her think that I wanted her if it made her feel good... she'd be making me feel good tomorrow anyway. After politely (but no longer so warmly) thanking me again, she went back to the party, and I kicked back on the bed and listened to Jason and Shannon going at with a wry smile on my face. ------------- The Next Day. ------------- I sat at the head of the table, dressed in a very, very expensive suit. Before me lay papers filled with nonsensical information, it was all just eyecandy for the various cameras about the room, set behind pictures, in the ceiling lights, in the plushly carpeted floor, in the doorknob of the damn door for goodness sakes! We were going to get every damn angle. The Boardroom was empty, I sat alone at the head of the desk, and behind me the sun gleamed palely through the windows. The affect of the large window was defeated by L.A Smog, which muted the sun (of course the view through the window was just a painted backdrop, with light being shone through... but some of the techs involved had complained that bright light shining through would ruin some camera angles. My intercom buzzed and my secretary ( these would be her only lines) spoke,"Mr Delgado? There is a Amanda Woodward here to see you." "Send her in, Ms Pennyweather," I replied, ecstatic knowing that Heather had shown up at the warehouse on time, her mind subconsciously working to convince her this was a dream, a fantasy being played out in her own mind. The door opened and she stepped in, a vision of loveliness. "Ahhh, Ms. Woodward," I said with a smile,"How lovely to finally meet you." "Mr Delgado," she said with a polite nod,"How are you," not a real question, just a formality. "Fine, fine," I said, then glanced down at one of the papers on my desk and sighed,"Better, it seems, than your company." She let a slight frown mar her beauty for a second, then her face transformed into the one that struck fear into the hearts of all her employees... before me stood Amanda The Bitch. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said,"My company is doing just fine, in fact our figures for...." "Your figures for the Quarter just ending are a fabrication," I broke in,"You deliberately adjusted your profit margins to give your company an appearance of stability and growth, when in reality your losing money on nearly everything... how long did you think you could get away with it?" She scowled at me and stepped forward, making as if to move to my end of the table, she still hadn't sat down. I raised one hand and she stopped instantly, for all her posturing and defiance she knew I held all the cards. "Those are serious allegations," she said,"Can you back them up with proof?" I grabbed a folder of my desk and chucked it to her, she caught it easily and flipped it open... her eyes widened. "How did you get these? I shredded every copy of this..." "That's the trouble with being a hardnosed bitch," I said with a slight chuckle,"It doesn't exactly inspire loyalty amongst your employees. I have there a copy of every memo, every stock report, every piece of evidence showing that your company is taking a nosedive." "But.. but, with the Tamaguchi Account we could...." "I know all about the Tamaguchi Account," I snapped,"I know that's why you've done such a crazy thing as to bury all this information, because if you can convince them to do business with you you can turn all this mess around." She looked at me with eyes wide and disbelieving, if she'd been a man, I would have had her by the balls... as it was I'd just given her a good squeeze on the tits. "Just what do you want from me, Robert?" she asked, using my 'first name' in an attempt to ingratiate herself with me. "What I was considering was buying a controlling interest in your stock... after I release this information to your investors of course." Her mouth dropped open and a small moan escaped, she'd feared this but somehow hadn't expected it to happen... well tough titty, in real life real things happen... this wasn't a t.v program. "But... but, you can't..." "Oh but I can," I said,"I just thought I'd do the decent thing and warn you is all," I began looking through my papers, after a few seconds I looked back up,"You still here? You can go now." She rushed forward to my end of the table and grabbed me by the shoulders, she was in full panic mode now. "Please Robert," she gasped,"You can't do this! Please, I'll do anything you want, but please, don't do this...." I'd been looking straight into her eyes as she spoke, but when she said she'd do anything I wanted my eyes 'involuntarily' dropped down her beautiful body. Looking back up I saw a new wariness in her eyes... and maybe a gleam of hope? "Anything?" I asked her. She swallowed and closed her eyes for a second, then faced me with new resolve. "Anything you want, Robert, I'll do it." I reached up and pulled her hands away from my shoulders (to tell the truth she had gotten a little too much into the part and had begun to hurt me) then leaned back in my chair and looked at her with curiosity, as if considering something. She looked back at me with the most compliant look she could muster and I found the sight incredibly erotic. She was panting and her blond hair had become disheveled, she had been wearing a gray business suit (only tailored to show off her body) but now the shirt had pulled loose from her pants, the tie she had been wearing was coming loose and the jacket was rumpled. "Suck my dick," I said. She looked at me, not comprehending. What? Had she thought I'd ask for dinner and a movie? Hell no, I was only interested in one thing from her. "Suck my dick," I repeated,"Don't make me say it again." This time her hesitation lasted only a second, and then she was down on her knees, her hands grabbing my zip and pulling it down. Reaching in she felt my half hard cock in her hand and gave a little gasp. "A bit bigger than you thought, huh?" I laughed,"I'm not your average C.E.O, Amanda." Before it could grow too hard to be pulled loose, she slid my hot cock out between the zip and stroked it a couple of times. Now it was coming to full attention and I knew my fantasy was about to come true... Heather Locklear was going to suck my dick! Without hesitation the beautiful blonde star dropped her head down and took my throbbing cockhead into her mouth and began to softly suck on it. Had I been becoming disenchanted with my 'work'? I must have been crazy! I couldn't believe the incredible sensations that ran through my groin and outward to every extremity of my body as Heather Locklear mouth engulfed my manhood and gently sucked on it. The warm, wet O of her lips felt incredible as she slowly began to inch down the length of my member, taking in as much of my admittedly above-average penis as she could. She fought the gag reflex admirably and took at least eight inches deep into her throat. - Yessss! I'll teach you to snub me! - my mind growled as the 'bitch' sucked on my cock, one of the most beautiful, exciting woman on t.v today giving me oral sex! Just as it was meant to be. It seemed like every nerve in my dick was alive and kicking, screaming out messages to my pleasure centers, making my already hard cock swell even larger as I watched her head begin to bob up and down over my lap as she began to slide her mouth up and down the length of my shaft. Her tongue was doing wonders inside her mouth, running along the underside of my cock, slurping around the head of my penis as she pulled her mouth almost to the point where it seemed my cock would come free from her lovely oral orifice. Grabbing her by the back of the head, sliding my fingers inbetween her glorious golden locks and pushing her down, forcing more of my cock into her more than capable mouth. Once I knew I had my cock as far down her throat as possible I began facefucking her, my ass pressing back into the cushioned seat as I pulled back, then lifting free of the seat as I pushed her head as far forward as I could. The warm wetness of Heather's mouth was driving me crazy, it wasn't just the blowjob, it was the fact that it was her giving it to me and giving it to me because I had willed it to be so. My legs had begun to lift and I was stretching out my toes, which seemed to increase the pleasure even more. It felt like my entire body was straining towards orgasm.... shit! I quickly lowered my legs and reversed my grip on her head, pulling her up of my cock before I reached the point of no return. My cock - now gleaming with Heather's saliva - seemed to glare at me with anger, as if to say,'Hey buddy, who's in charge here anyway!' The answer to that one was simple enough, unlike most men I wasn't a slave to my desires, but rather the master of them... and as a result I was able to indulge in them more often, knowing I could stop and take control at any moment. Heather was looking up at me in confusion. "What's the matter, Robert," she asked,"Wasn't it..." "Mr Delgado," I interrupted, she looked confused. "What?" "I'm the guy in charge here, Amanda," I told her, still referring to her by her characters name, after all, this was supposed to be her dream, her fantasy,"You call me Mr Delgado." She frowned slightly, then nodded, her fear of losing the lucrative Tamaguchi Account over-riding her usual superiority complex. "That was a fairly average display of cocksucking," I lied, still feeling the sensation of her beautiful mouth around my meat,"Let's see what that pussy of yours is like?" For a second her eyes flashed fire, her mouth dropped in a frown and she glared at me with pure hate and anger... but she didn't hold her gaze for long, dropping her eyes when she saw I was adamant. "Listen," she tried anyway, even as she stood up and began to unzip her pants,"That Tamaguchi Account is going to be huge, if you let me proceed as planned I'll give you a ten percent share of stocks, you'll make a mint." "Listen up," I said as she stepped free of her pants, I noticed with interest that her panties were soaking. As always I had deliberately left out any specific command for her to be turned on, wanting to see if she would be by herself, it seemed the answer was yes,"You could walk out of this office right now and within two hours I could have close to 54% of the stock, and that's only because you've quietly bought up 46% of it by yourself, and I'd make a hell of a lot more money than you could ever dream of giving me." Her shoulders seemed to droop when she found out I knew she had been buying up the stock in hopes of holding a controlling interest when the Tamaguchi Account came through and making a shitload of zeroes in the process. But was that red a sign of embarrassment in her face, or the flush of excitement. "Come on, get those panties of," I growled at her,"I've got a five o'clock appointment." Without a word she gripped her panties... 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