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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. Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Six, Part Two Of Four. -------------------------------------------------- "What type were they?" Bart interrupted once more. "Geez!" I cried out,"You want to hear this story or not?" To tell the truth I had been beginning to enjoy telling this story, Heather Locklear had been a highlight of my career that I hadn't thought about in some time. "Come on man, it's the little things that are important, what kind of panties did she have?" "Plain white, very sensible," I replied, Bart looked disappointed. "They weren't like, frilly or something?" "No," I said with a grin,"I'd remember anything like that." "Damn... I mean, she was married to Tommy Lee and that fuckers into some heavy shit..." - You don't know the half of it, - I thought, at this point Tommy was still 'happily' married to Pamela Anderson, - If my information is right he'll end up in jail before the year is out. - "..and now she's married to Richie Sambora," he gave a little sigh,"Damn, figured she'd at least wear a thong." "You're not going to go kill yourself over this are you?" I joked to him,"Or would you like to hear the story first?" He smiled at me and my mind cried out in triumph, I was actually convincing the son of a bitch I was his friend. "Sorry, buddy," he said,"Go ahead." ...she gripped her panties and slowly, casting what looked to be a sly, almost expectant look my way, she pulled the sopping material down over her hips and revealed to me a closely trimmed thatch of pussy hair. "Very nice," I commented as she stepped free of the soaking wet material and stood before me, her beautiful, long white legs presented for my inspection, for my approval? They certainly passed muster. As she began to lower herself down to the ground, getting ready to spread her legs and let me fuck her, I gave her yet another surprise. "Not so fast," I said,"You did that so well you've whetted my appetite for more... let's see those tits of yours." I saw her face turn red, but suspected that she was secretly pleased, that this was turning her on as much as it was turning me on. Getting back to her feet, and flashing the pink pleasure of her inner pussylips as she did so, she slowly slid the gray jacket off and carelessly let it fall to the ground, where it lay in a crumpled pile. It was soon joined by the tie and then her shirt, which she unbuttoned slowly, letting me get only glimpses of the white material of her bra before sliding it down over her back and down to her elbows, then letting it drop. Her breasts weren't as large as some of her co-stars on Melrose, but they were certainly more than a handful and looked pleasantly plump. Reaching behind her back she gripped the clasp of her bra and released it, unfettering her breasts and letting them free. There was a slight sag to them, but they still held up high on her chest, and they certainly appeared to be real. "Like what you see?" she asked with a slight grin. "Why Ms. Woodward," I remarked,"If I didn't know better I'd say you were enjoying this." She smiled slyly,"Well Ro... Mr Delgado, I love sex, I always have... but usually I run things, however I can handle being taken along for a ride, there's no reason I can't enjoy this." "Why Amanda," I laughed, standing up and approaching her, my now slightly less hard cock bobbed up eagerly when it saw her naked body,"I must say you have the right attitude, you'll go far." Sliding one hand around her neck and the other around her waist, I pulled her forward and kissed her. Her mouth opened and before I had a chance to get my tongue into her she was exploring my mouth, her tongue sliding over mine and against my cheeks. - Well, well, Amanda wants to take control, - I thought, and pushed my own tongue past hers and into her mouth. As I did that I slid the arm around her waist down over one of her beautiful, firm asscheeks and cupped it, giving it a good squeeze. Breaking the kiss I began to kiss down her neck, nuzzling her shoulder before kissing down the curve of her breasts and taking one of her erect nipples into my mouth. For a few seconds I sucked on that magnificent mammary, then I broke away and stood up, facing her. Her body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat and she was breathing heavily. Her arms were at her sides but were twitching about, she wanted to slide her hand inbetween her legs but was obviously scared to show any sign of weakness. Happy to be taken for a ride my ass! I thought, well, she was going to be whether she wanted to be in the drivers seat or not. I came forward quickly and grabbed her by the waist, pushing her back until she came up against the wall - not hard, I'm not an animal, unlike that freak Gary Cole (*) I didn't get off on hurting woman - my arms slid down and gripped the inside of her thighs, then lifted them up until she was almost doing the splits. My cock was pressed up against her belly for a few seconds as I got my balance, then I slid my hips back, then pushed them against her hot, wet and steaming pussy. She let out a cry that was half pleasure, half anger at not being the one in charge, then gave in to the sensations and just enjoyed the fuck. I was extremely relieved to feel that her pussy was not only not loose, but actually extremely tight. I found myself wondering if maybe she'd had one of those operations where women got their boxes tightened up (like that chick in The Godfather, the one who'd only been able to fuck guys with monster dicks, like Sonny Corleone), I didn't see any other way that she could possibly have a cunt this tight... still, I was definitely not complaining. After the initial penetration, I just let myself digest and sort out all the sensations and emotions running through my body for a second, then began to slowly pull my cock back out of her tightly clasping pussy. I got to the point where it seemed I would pull free of her beautiful cuntlips, then I plunged back in, letting out a moan of pleasure as I felt her magnificent cuntlips giving way before my shaft. I began to slide my cock in and out of her tight, gushing pussy even faster, pumping at the star with all my might, letting her have it. Each thrust pushed her back against the wall and her face was contorted in pleasure and desire, her blond hair hanging over her face, her eyes closed as she let out moans and grunts of desire as I fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster. "Yes!" she squealed,"Huh! Uh! Yes! Give it to me! Yes!" she squealed, giving in and letting me take control, her body bounced loosely as I fucked her, my cock slamming to the hilt deep inside of her cunt. Her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face and with some effort I was able to catch one in my mouth and began sucking on her erect nipple as I continued fucking the star of Melrose Place for all she was worth. She squealed in excitement as I fucked her again and again, her tight cunt gripping eagerly around my swollen shaft. I was pumping into the woman who had revitalized Melrose Place with everything I had, fucking her tight pussy as I sucked on her tits and pounded her against the wall again and again with every thrust of my cock deep into her cunt. To keep her off-balance and remind her I was in control, I suddenly pulled her from the wall, my hands sliding under her thighs and cupping her asscheek, I turned her about and carried her over to the long, wooden table. I lowered her down so she lay with her back down on the table, and then I was fucking her in ernest again. Heather moaned in excitement as she felt my thick cock pushing past her slit, sliding down past the folds of her outer cuntlips. I grinned down at her as she cupped her own breasts and began to pinch her nipples, kneading her firm but pliant breasts as I fucked her on the table. "You are fucking tight!" I growled, shoving my engorged member deep into her gushing wet pussy, filling her to the brim and then some. Her beautiful ass-cheeks were pushing hard against the table, it was smooth and warm from the sun shining on it (we had used a sunlamp to make the sensations more real for Heather's 'fantasy'). Her own fingers, sensitive and experienced, knowing what to do to make her feel good, were sliding over her breasts, making circles around her sensitive nipples, down her waist - which sent a shiver of delight through her body, she shuddered in excitement - and then down to her clit, joining my thumb, which was pressing into her lovebutton even as I filled her up with my hard cock. As she brought her hands back up and slid them between her lustrous locks of hair, I lowered my chest down so her beautiful breasts were pressed hard against my pectorals. Now Heather was so far gone with ecstasy that she was thrusting her hips up hard against mine, grinding them against me so that she could get as much of my cock into her eager, juicy cunt as she could. "Do it! Do it to me!" she cried out,"Please! I want it, I want it so bad, fuck me! FUCK ME!" My cunt clasped down around my dick so hard I thought she would rip it off, her back arched and her head forced back, her eyes sealed shut she let out a scream of pleasure that rocked throughout the boardroom. To say she had just cum would be an understatement. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my face, my teeth were grinding against each other and I could feel all the blood rushing out of my body and down to my cock, it seemed like I was swelling up inside of her pussy, her hot, sweet, tight pussy, and I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. I began making hard, fast strokes, my balls slapping against her asscheeks as I fucked the Melrose Place Star. She had spread her legs wide and was eagerly slamming her hips up against my pelvis, crying out for more, begging me to fuck her even more. "GAAAKKKK!!!!" I cried and grabbed her hips tight, pulled her forward even as I slammed my own hips as far forward as possible, grinding the base of my cock against her tight, gushing pussy. BAM, BAM, BAM, I fired shot after shot of sperm deep into her pussy, it fired from my cock and into her and I felt all the strength go out of my body with it. After my final shot I let out a gurgle of pleasure and collapsed on top of her. "We have a deal?" she asked me, buttoning up the crumpled, wrinkled mess of a shirt. "You have my word, I won't buy up all your stock," I laughed, then looked her over with a smile,"You were certainly worth it." She returned the smile, then walked out of the room. The moment she left a post-hypnotic command would make her return home and forget what had happened until that night, when she would 'dream it', this would then enable her to store the information in that part of her brain where unimportant dreams and fantasies were placed, this way there was no unnatural suppression of memory that could resurface later. Still, there was one more thing I had to do. I pulled a cell-phone out of my pocket and flipped it open. "Mr Rodriguez," I said into the non-functioning prop,"This is Robert Delgado, have you thought anymore about selling the five percent of stock you own?" I pretended to listen for a second. "No? Well, I'll be sending you a fax soon you should see, then give me a call." As I closed up the cellphone I turned to where I knew a camera would be facing and smiled. "After all, I only promised not to buy ALL the stock!" - "Shee-it!" laughed Bart, slapping the table,"Yes damnit! That's what I like to hear!" I grinned, it was kind of fun, letting down my guard like this and chatting away about my greatest accomplishments... after all, it didn't matter, when I was finished with him, he'd be in no shape to tell anyone anything. "You should have done her ass, though," Bart said,"That would have been fucking awesome!" "Yeah, well," I responded,"Back then I didn't even think about that kind of thing, it was pussy and mouth, mouth and pussy... still, I've got no regrets, the description doesn't do her cunt justice, it was fucking tight!" Bart smiled,"Shit man, I can't wait till I do my first celebrity, I wonder who it'll be." "That's what I've been wondering," I replied,"You wanta do one, it'll have to be soon, after what happened to me tonight the Organisation will probably be keeping me on a shorter leash." "Somehow I don't think you're the kind of person who wears a leash," said Bart. I laughed,"Well, if it makes them feel better to think they control me, let them think they do." "Tell me," he said,"What happened tonight?" So for the next hour or so I told him about the Bat-Orgy (**) and he listened, rapt. "Man," he said finally, when I had finished,"It's not been a good day for you, has it?" "Forget about that," I replied,"Tell me, who do you want first, whose going to be your first piece of celebrity ass?" He smiled,"Tell you what, pal, have you seen the movie I Know What You Did Last Summer?" ----------------- Earlier That Day. ----------------- Dave Hollaway was finally able to let his grin free, but he waited until he was in the car before letting loose his laughter. He recalled the words Chief Of Detectives Andy Kimble had said to him on the day it happened, a little over a week ago now,"Don't worry, Dave, we'll find out who did this... no one kills a cop and gets away with it! Nobody!" "Unless it's another cop, you fat fuck," he laughed out loud, wiping his eyes. "You often crack up at funerals?" asked the man in the car with him. "Sorry buddy, but when King Laugh comes knocking, you have to let him in." "Bram Stoker, eh?" asked the man,"So who are you? Van Helsing?" "Nah," laughed Dave,"I always wanted to be Dracula, you?" "Ever since I saw that movie I wanted to be Johnathon Harkness," said the man,"Just so I could fuck the brains out of Winona Ryder." This illicited more laughter from Dave. "Oh man, you should have heard it," he chuckled,"All the woman were in tears, all the guys were trying to be stoney faced, and I got up and delivered the eulogy... and that got the guys crying too," he fell into laughter again,"And all the time I was thinking, you dumb mother fuckers! I killed him! I fucking killed him!" The other mans grin remained, but his eyes remained cold and focused. Dave, who hadn't become a Detective by accident, didn't fail to notice this. "Anyways," he said as he watched other cars pulling away from the cemetery where his partner of five years - Rob Anderson - had just been buried,"Your employers gave me a call, said to meet you, what do you want?" "We just want you to tie up some loose ends," replied the man, pulling a briefcase from the floor and placing it on his lap,"Basically you'll be wrapping up Rob's case for him, but for our benefit." As he spoke the man had opened the briefcase, and now he handed a thick folder to the Detective, saying,"You'll need to familiarize yourself with this, then destroy it." "Can I keep some of these photos?" Dave asked, seeing who the subject was. "Nope, burn them too," he smiled, and this time his eyes joined in,"Anything you wanna see, just come down to the Archives we told you about... we got every tasty bit of Celebrity ass for the last thirty years or so." Dave laughed out loud one more time, knowing that the windows to his car were tinted and he was safe to let his emotions free,"I think I'll take you up on that offer, just see if I don't!" After waiting ten minutes to make sure the coast was clear, the man hopped out of Dave's car and was picked up an instant later by another car which pulled up to meet him. Dave then pushed his way through to the drivers seat, buckled up (being a conscientious, law-abiding citizen) and drove away. In the back seat of his car, the folder containing all the information The Organisation had on Gillian Anderson sat, waiting patiently. ----------------------------------------- Back To The CH's House, Later That Night. ----------------------------------------- I'd had my doubts after seeing the first few minutes of the film. Jennifer Love Hewitt was pretty in a waifish sort of way, but hardly the sex goddess beauty I'd expected from the way Bart had raved on about her. Still, after coaxing me again and again I had agreed to get a copy of the film sent to me. I had to call and order it from one of The Organisation's lackeys to do so, in this age when tabloid 'reporters' were willing to go through your garbage you had to be careful of everything. Bart and I had cleaned up the mess he had made, storing the photos and journals back in the Safety Deposit Box and hiding it away in my wall safe (the little fucker even had the combination to that!) and then Bart hid himself away as soon as the Operative showed up. It was remarkable I thought, that already Bart trusted me enough to leave me alone with an Operative who could easily call in assistance to take him out... maybe I was as much of a charmer as I knew Kevin Spacey to be? Or maybe I'd gotten so used to hypnotizing people I was able to do it without even realizing it. Whatever the case, I had no intention of severing our relationship just yet, I was actually enjoying myself, walking the edge whilst knowing I could pull away at any second with no ill-effects. Anyway, back to JLH. As I said, she seemed pretty in a waifish sort of way, but hardly the incredible, beautiful sex-goddess I'd expected from Bart's description... and then I saw her body. Wow! If ever there was a real-life equivalent to all those comic book women, this was it. She had long, smooth legs, an incredibly tight little ass, an impossibly skinny waist and HUGE TITS!!! Her body seemed like sex personified. The rest of the movie sped by, I was truly surprised by the revelation of who the killer was... although in my defense they didn't exactly make him a suspect until the second before he was revealed. I didn't really give a shit about any of that, though, I had been hanging on, waiting to see Jennifer naked, and then finally came the shower scene at the end. She stood in a tiny towel, her cleavage alone had probably caused ten or twenty million adolescents to walk hunched over for the next couple of hours, talking on the phone. - This is it, - I thought, - We're gonna see them, we're gonna see them! - And.... nothing, the scary ending happened, the credits came up and I sat with my jaw on the floor, wondering what had happened. "Pisses you off, don't it," commented Bart finally. "After all that," I said after a few seconds,"You don't get to see her naked at all?" "Nope," responded Bart, taking the tape out of the video - the anti-social bastard hadn't bothered to rewind it I noticed - he grinned at me,"Not even her ass." I slammed my fist into my open palm,"You know what she is, don't you?" "Sure do," laughed Bart, leaning back in the couch and munching up the last of the popcorn,"Used to be a lot of her sort back in my neighborhood where I grew up, we called 'em cock-teases." "When a girl walks around like that in a movie and doesn't show anything, you know what she's saying," I muttered,"She's saying,'look at this... well, look at what you can, you'll never have it,' she is a fucking tease!" Even as I said this I had to hide that smirk, because in truth I respected Ms Hewitt for not showing herself naked. So she had teased the country... shit, the world! and not shown anything, that just made her like me, she knew she was in a superior position to the plebes, and she knew she could flout as little or as much or herself as she wanted and damn the consequences. She wasn't a part of public society, she was above it. - The rules don't apply to people like me and her, - I thought. I thought all those things, but I said what I knew Bart wanted to hear, let him think we were on the same wavelength, let him think I really was his 'best friend', it would make that final moment when the trap was sprung just that much sweeter. "Nothing for it then," I said, looking Bart in the eye,"You and I are going to show Ms. Hewitt she can tease whoever she wants, just not us." - Of course, it wasn't as simple as all that. First off I had to find an old supply of pills I had used before some of the Organisations specialists discovered a way to make me sterile, then I had to convince Bart to take them. "Listen," I told him,"If I hypnotize her, she'll never remember what happens... but tongues might start to wag when she gets pregnant!" After much grumbling he agreed to start taking the pills (after making me have one too, to make sure I wasn't trying to poison him), and he got even angrier when I said he'd have to take them for a week or so before we could be sure they had taken effect. "It'll take about that long to set this all up, anyway," I told him,"I want to get Jennifer on the pill as well, so all our bases are covered, plus I've got to set up the hypnotism and plan the way we're going to do things... you want this to be done quick, or right?" And again he assented. "And besides," I said to clinch things,"Tomorrow I've got a meeting with The Head, Tom and Alec that I'm dreading, and I need to get some sleep!" He agreed, made himself comfortable in the spare room and went to sleep. Despite my protests to needing to be ready for tomorrows meeting, I was awake into the wee hours of the morning, planning. ------------- The Next Day. ------------- "The bit where Kim licks the cum off Nicole's face, and then kisses her, that was awesome!" Alec was exclaiming. Tom nodded with a grin I found to be more than a little condescending, although today I knew he was just trying to act like a little kid whose just gotten a new toy and is trying to pretend he's only slightly impressed. "I must admit," he said,"The bit where Nicole got up and demanded to be triple-fucked was a real shocker... but I loved it! Especially at the end when the three of them came all over her," he gave a little laugh. At that precise moment the guy reminded me of those preppy sons of bitches who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth and the closest they got to work was asking the Butler to ask the gardener to trim the hedges,"Why didn't you tell us you were going to do that?" "Well," I replied with a sly grin,"I couldn't expect you to enjoy the movie if I gave away the ending, could I?" We all laughed, and I breathed an inward sigh of relief. The taping we had got had been more than enough for the films we were going to make, and we'd been able to edit out the photographer. Tom and Alec shook my hand a few more times and forced us all to smoke cuban cigars during the second screening of the Bat-Orgy. (I detested any sort of smoking, but pretended to find them delicious merely for the sake that my position was precarious.) Finally they left, and I was left alone with The Head. "It's not good," he said,"Things are bad." - Shit, here it comes, - I thought, - Thank Goodness for my insurance policy. - "Yep, we found those two Operatives lying dead in an adjacent warehouse, their throats slit and their clothes removed." - Shit! I was homefree, I wasn't getting any of the blame, the Operatives had been killed so I was blameless! - it never even occurred to me till later to think why they'd been killed... maybe some gang members had stumbled on them and taken exception to a violation of perceived territory, who cared, I was safe! "Thank goodness you acted so quickly or we could have had a major scandal on our hands," The Head remarked,"And you did a fantastic job on the Bat-Orgy... I just wish you could have taken all of them at least once." I grinned,"I did remember? In the preparation (***) sequence." "Yeah, but for your personal use only, that was the deal you made with Tom and Alec," he sounded wistful, but if he expected me to lend him the tapes he was sadly misguided... I hadn't inserted my special 'insurance policy' in those tapes, as I did with everything that held evidence of my 'work.' "Anyway, will you be available for the Post Academy Award Orgy? It always works better when you're there... Kim Basinger is going to win Best Supporting Actress you know." "Not this year," I replied,"My cock is willing, my body is weak, I'm gonna take a week or so off." "Typical," he laughed,"I try to get you to go on holiday and you bring me new ideas, I ask you to be at work you want to go on holiday!" But the comments were good natured, the guy obviously didn't hold me to blame for the events at the end of The Bat-Orgy , and he understood that after stress like that, any ordinary person would want a holiday. Except I wasn't ordinary. As I left the Office I detoured down to Information/Collection, each Organisation Building had one of these sections, with the information on most celebrities, stars, politicians etc available on the Closed Organisation Network (CON), or in files, dossiers and the like. I accessed a terminal and used my backdoor password to login without leaving a record. From there I instructed the surveillance cameras to loop back the last five minutes of tape (the system was fully automated, the tapes being checked every 24 hours, and happily at this early hour, Information/Collection was deserted) while I printed out all the information I could on Jennifer Love Hewitt. Having finished, I collected all the information up and left, safe in the knowledge that none were the wiser. And up in the fully automated security room, Kevin Spacey had been watching what I was doing with great interest. End Chapter Six, Part Two Of Four. ---------------------------------- Requests, Compliments and Criticisms to : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com (*) For those who haven't read the rest of this series, Gary Cole was the infamous Celebrity Rapist, murdered by the Organisation after being arrested for attempted rape. (**) Ahhh yes, the infamous Bat-Orgy, Chapters Four and Five of the Celebrity Hypnotist series, available upon request from : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - along with Chapters 1-3 and any other stories I've written. (***) Chapter Four Of This Series -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----