Message-ID: <15869eli$9810030528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: KMB_76@yahoo.com Subject: Hypno Celeb TNG 6 A: Tyra Banks, Cindy Crawford, Elle Macpherson, and Rebecca Romijn {mc, mf, ff, celeb} 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6v46mc$tc1$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Hypno Celeb TNG 6: Tyra Banks, Cindy Crawford, Elle Macpherson, and Rebecca Romijn {mc, mf, ff, celeb} by KMB This story is not meant to be read by people under the age of 18 for various legal reasons that are actually pretty silly. So those who are too young to be here, please supress your natural desires for sex and go off and play with your Daddy’s gun collection or something, that will do the trick. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality and if this offends you then it’s time to hit the back button on the left hand side of your screen. Hypnosis does not work this way becuase this is a fantasy story. This is not reality and should not be treated as such. If you try and make this fantasy reality then drop me a line when you get out of jail. OK folks, this one is a doozy, so much that I had to break it into two chunks. As you can tell this one took me a while to finish and since I also had to basically redo chunks after an immensely frustrating data corruption incident, I am going to take a few days off. So enjoy this one and more stories will start coming out in the middle of the week. Remember, your feedback and scenarios are very imporant so keep them coming. I’m starting to get into a rhythm here, so if you don’t like something you have to let me know so I can break bad habits. Send all comments and ideas to KMB_76@yahoo.com ------------------ PART A It had been such a brilliant idea that Pete was surprised no one had thought of it before. Perhaps they had thought the women would say no, perhaps they thought it would be a logistical nightmare, or perhaps they just weren't smart enough. Whatever the reason, Pete knew he was going to make a name for himself on this one. If you looked at what the best selling calenders were each year, the answer would inevitably be some sort of swimsuit calender. Meanwhile Pete's publishing company put out calenders every year with teddy bears and comic strip characters reminding you what month it was. There was nothing wrong with those of course, Pete's office did feature a Garfield calender, but they weren't the big cash cows that Pete wanted. So when he came up with this idea, he knew it was a winner. The concept was so simple that it was impossible not to like. Assemble a Dream Team of four supermodels, two of the better known names and two young rising stars, fly them down to an exotic locale and have the photographer snap away. The trick was to get them to say yes, but then Pete came up with another brilliant idea. He could wave all the money in the world at the models he wanted, but it might not still be enough, but what person could resist taking a job if it benefited AIDS research? So when pitching the models on his idea, Pete told them that he and his company would be seeing no money from all of this. Instead every cent of profit was going straight to AIDS related charities. This wasn't some sort of scam either, Pete meant what he said. He could afford to take a hit on profits with this project, the extra business the calender would generate for his company would make up for it ten times over. Plus the publicity of Pete as a the good guy executive couldn't hurt either. Well, the sales pitch worked perfectly and soon Pete had commitments from a real All Star team. Cindy Crawford, Tyra Banks, Elle Macpherson, and Rebecca Romijn had not only said "yes" but they had agreed to only minimum fees to increase the money for charity. And as if to make this whole thing better, world famous photographer Herb Ritts had agreed to shoot all the photos for no salary whatsoever. This couldn't have come together any better for Pete. All of the models had appeared in a best selling swimsuit calender and putting them all together would insure lines around the block when this baby hit the stores. Plus having the photos shot by Herb would guarantee him an instant credibility. With him at the camera, these wouldn't just be swimsuit shots, these would be "art." And the more he thought about it, the more Pete was getting to like the concept of "art." Of course as the old poem said about the best laid plans of mice and men, something was bound to go wrong. So when Pete came into the office one day and saw his partner, Mickey, with an ashen face, he knew something disastrous had happened. "Herb broke his arm last night," Mickey sullenly reported, "There's no way he'll be ready to shoot next week." This was truly disastrous news, and Pete had to sit down to let it all sink in. "How serious is it?" he asked, his face color now matching Mickey's. "He won't be out of the cast for at least eight weeks," Mickey stated, "That would put us way too far behind and the models only have this time reserved. We couldn't get them all together again for a year at the earliest." "FAH!" Pete then shouted. On his wife's insistence, he'd been trying to cut down on his cursing lately so he took to abbreviating all his swear words down to their first letter. This was his way of saying "Fucking ass hell." "Can we get someone to replace Herb?" Pete asked, hopeful of a solution. "Maybe, but I don't know who we can get on such short notice," Mickey replied. "What about Sean Graham?" Pete suddenly asked, the light bulb in his head zapping on again. "No way," Mickey dismissively answered, "He's the hottest photographer in fashion right now. He must be booked for years." But the more Mickey thought about the idea, the more sense it seemed to make. "Still it can't hurt to ask?" he finally added. Pete then buzzed the secretary. "Angie, get Sean Graham on the phone. I think he's in New York right now." Soon enough, Angie let the partners know that she had Sean on the phone and Pete quickly picked up, putting the call on the speaker phone. "Sean? Pete Clark and Mickey VanEvans here. I hope we didn't catch you at a bad time," Pete began the call. "Actually you just caught me in the middle of a shower," Sean replied from the other end. After silently mouthing an obscenity, Pete returned to the call. "Well we were hoping you might be available to do a shoot for us," he offered. "I don't know," Sean replied, "I'm kind of booked up now. Unless this thing is going to happen within the next month, I don't think I can help you." "Well in that case, we might be in luck, Sean," Mickey said, "We’re about to shoot a swimsuit calender in a week and we just lost our photographer." "What kind of shoot?" Sean asked. "It will be great," Pete said, launching into his pitch, "We've got Cindy Crawford, Elle Macpherson, Tyra Banks, and Rebecca Romijn all lined up to shoot like an All Star swimsuit calender. And all the money is going to go straight to AIDS research. We've got space on an island all set, deluxe living accomodations, the whole kit and kaboodle. We just need someone to shoot it." "Well I was hoping to take some time off," Sean said as Pete and Mickey crossed their fingers hoping for the answer they wanted, "But I can't say no to a deal like that. Count me in." "That's great, just great," a much relieved Pete replied, "We'll call back later tonight and work out all the details. Don't worry about privacy in this island. We've kept this whole project top secret. The place will practically be deserted when you're there." "I can bring my assistant right?" Sean asked. "Sean baby, bring whoever you want," Mickey answered. "All right then, I'll talk to you guys tonight." Sean then hung up the phone and Pete and Mickey were left with their glee. The two middle aged men leapt up into the air and slapped each other five. Pete then suddenly fell back into his chair. "I think I wrenched my back," he groaned. Meanwhile, back in New York, Sean placed the phone down and walked back to the bathroom. He dropped his towel on the floor and opened the shower door to reveal his assistant Kim. She was, in a word, gorgeous. She was Chinese-American, the hundred years her family had spent in this country placing more of an emphasis on the American part of the equation, and Sean could never get enough of her. Kim had shoulder length raven black hair, a toned body highlighted by her firm breasts, and an attitude that just radiated sex. She could easily have been a model but had decided to experience life on the other side of the camera. "I was getting lonely," Kim said as Sean rejoined her in the shower, "What could have been so important that it kept you away from little ol' me?" "We got a job," Sean said, his cock growing hard as he ran his hands over Kim's body. "Is this going to be a fun job?" she asked before going in for a kiss. "It's going to be a very fun job," Sean answered as he closed the shower door. When Sean and Kim arrived on the island a week later, they found that it was exactly as Pete had described it. It was indeed lush and beautiful, really the perfect location to shoot a swimsuit calender. Plus it was almost deserted. Pete had been wise to keep the project secret, the last thing any of the models needed were paparazzi lurking about in the trees. With almost no one else around, the women would find it much easier to relax and give Sean the natural, sexy shots he was quickly becoming famous for. His reputation as a photographer had been growing steadily for the past few years. He guessed he could be qualified as "hot" but he didn't like to think about such things. Hot or cold was irrelevant to Sean, he cared about whether he was good or not. And he was quite good, Sean's reputation was not ill deserved. He had a great eye and was patient enough to be able to wait for the perfect shot. He had the gift to make anyone at ease in front of the camera and he was widely praised for how natural his subjects seemed to be. It was said that no one seemed like they were modeling when Sean was taking the pictures. If he was able to pull this gig off then the future was assured. All the top publications would be flocking to him. The only thing stopping them now was a wait and see attitude. They wanted to see if he could make a project like this work. Well he'd show them. Of course his reputation might not be so high if these people knew about the other series of pictures he had, the ones he never had any intention of taking for publication. Sometimes the models he used were so unbelievably sexy that he and Kim just had to have some fun with them. And they were looking forward to having some fun just like that during this shoot. The models weren't scheduled to arrive until tonight, so Sean and Kim spent the day scouting locations and fucking in every place they could imagine. To say it had been an instant attraction would be putting it mildly. Fifteen minutes after she had shown up looking for a job, they were tearing each other's clothes off. Sufficed to say, Kim got the job, one she was extremely qualified for, and they had been together as partners and lovers ever since. By the time Sean and Kim arrived back at the house, they saw that their four models had arrived. They all knew each other from various places, in fact Tyra and Rebecca were very close friends, but this was the first time they had met Sean or Kim. The usual bland pleasantries were exchanged as everyone settled in for the next couple of weeks. The shoot was not going to be complicated at all, and since everyone knew what they were doing, an air of confidence filled the place. Of course, with what Sean and Kim had planned, they expected the atmosphere around the place to change very quickly and very dramatically. Part One: Elle Macpherson Elle sat outside of the house, watching the pale moonlight as it reflected off of the water. She loved the feel of the calm night, it was so very relaxing. Everything was so calm and peaceful, that Elle tried to quiet her own breathing, as if the sound of a sharp exhale could shatter the tranquility. "Great view, huh?" a voice from behind her spoke. Elle turned around and saw that it was Sean. "Yeah it's great," she replied, her New Zealand accent touching her words, "I love it down here." "You seem a little far away," Sean observed, "In your thoughts I mean." "I guess I am," the supermodel stated, "I haven't done this in a long time and this is the first time I've been away from the baby for any real period of time. It just feels a little weird, I guess." "You just need to get used to it again," Sean replied, "This must be old hat to you." "God you make me sound positively ancient," Elle sighed, "I'm not even 35 yet." "That's not what I meant," Sean declared, "Hey you want to see something cool?" "Sure," Elle answered, Sean seemed nice enough, but she wasn't quite comfortable with him yet. Perhaps this would help to break the ice. "Take a look at this," Sean said as he pulled a pendant off from around his neck, a bright red jewel hung from the gold chain. "It's beautiful," Elle declared, "I take it that it's yours?" "Oh yeah," Sean replied, "The jewel used to be on this bracelet my father gave my mother on their wedding day. After they died, I took the jewel and did this to it, it's my way of keeping them close to my heart." "I'm so sorry," Elle said. "It was a long time ago," Sean stated, "And time heels all wounds. Sometimes I just take it out at night though and stare at the jewel through the moonlight. Don't you just love the way it shines?” "Yeah," Elle replied, she loved the way the moonlight hit off of it. It was almost as if she could see every contour of the jewel, just from the way the light was hitting off of it. It seemed to be glowing and Elle had to turn away, she was beginning to feel as if a red light was coming from the jewel and shining right into her eyes. "Keep looking at it, Elle," Sean commanded and she quickly turned back, "Look very deeply into the jewel. You can feel the color spreading from it, can't you?" "Yes," was the supermodel's answer. It seemed as though the jewel was glowing now, a bright red glow that only increased the more she stared at it. She tried to look away again, but she found that she couldn't. Instead her gaze remained locked on the bright red glow. "It feels good to stare at it, doesn't it Elle. It is very relaxing," Sean stated. Almost without knowing it, Elle said “yes” as she continued to stare at the glow. It did feel good to look at it, her body and spirit felt as if they were totally at peace. She'd never felt this good before and all she wanted was more. "You'd do anything to keep that good feeling, wouldn't you?" "Yes anything," a dazed Elle answered, "Just don't take it away. I love it so much." "It feels so good that you could sleep right now, Elle. Just let your body fall asleep, you know you want it," Sean gently commanded. All of a sudden Elle felt this great sleepiness wash over her. She hadn't felt a bit tired before, but now all of a sudden she couldn't keep her eyes open. Yet she kept staring at the jewel's red glow. Her brain began to grow fuzzy as she felt herself losing the battle with her body's need for sleep. She couldn't form any type of coherent thought, nor did she even want to. All that mattered was the beautiful red glow. Soon she gave up all together and let her head slump to the back of her chair. Sean returned the pendant to his neck, the story he had told Elle was the truth, he wouldn't lie about something like that. But he'd learned a few years ago, quite by accident, that the jewel could serve as something more than a remembrance. He and Kim had used hypnosis many times in the past, but none of their previous conquests could compare to their fellow house dwellers. "Can you hear me Elle?" Sean asked. "Yes," the entranced supermodel answered, her eyes remaining shut. "Do you want to see the jewel again?" he asked. "Please," Elle begged in a soft voice. "Open your eyes, but remain in your trance," Sean commanded. With a start Elle's eyes opened and once again she saw the beautiful red glow coming from around Sean's neck. Her fogged mind was limited in its ability to comprehend, but what she saw brought a wide smile to her face. "Repeat after me," Sean began, "The holder of the jewel is my master." "The holder of the jewel is my master," Elle repeated. "Sean is the holder of the jewel." "Sean is the holder of the jewel." "Sean is my master." "Sean is my master." "What would you do for your master?" Sean asked. "Anything he wanted," Elle answered, her mind compelling her to do anything possible to keep staring at the jewel. "Take off your clothes, Elle," Sean commanded. Elle slowly moved her hands under her shirt. She began to lift it off, but she stopped suddenly, as if not sure why she was doing this. Sean realized that he hadn't given her the proper instructions and motivation. "Elle this jewel makes you feel good," he explained, "It makes you feel so good that you feel pleasure soaking through your body. You want to remove your clothes and be naked. It makes you feel good to be naked, that way you can enjoy the glow of the jewel more. The more naked you get the more you will want to have sex. By the time you are completely nude you will feel so horny that you will have to have sex." The supermodel's hands then returned to her shirt and without any further hesitation she lifted it over her head. She then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Seeing Elle's huge breasts in person almost knocked Sean off of his chair, but he managed to remain composed. Elle continued her slow striptease. She pushed off her brown pants and kicked off her sandals. This made perfect sense to her, she loved the feel of being naked and what better way to enjoy the red glow. She then pushed off her panties and as she did, she began to feel very horny. Her body and soul were filled with lust and her hand drifted between her legs. The supermodel inched her legs apart and began to masturbate, her entranced mind clearly registering the pleasure of this act. Sean was quite enjoying watching a world famous supermodel play with herself, but he wanted to join the fun. He got out of his clothes as quickly as possible and pressed his lips to hers. Elle was slow to respond, but soon enough her tongue snaked into Sean's mouth and soon they were kissing passionately. They continued to kiss as Sean fondled Elle's breasts. He leaned into her ear and began to whisper a command to her. She immediately pushed Sean back into his chair and began kissing down his body. She reached his cock and, after placing a kiss on its head, she took Sean in her mouth. She began running her tongue all over his shaft, loving the feel of it throbbing between her lips. Elle was very talented with her tongue and Sean was moaning wildly almost as soon as she began. "Time to fuck, Elle," Sean ordered. He didn't really want the blow job to end, but he didn't want to come too quickly. The next thing he knew his cock was open to the night air, but he was soon covered by Elle's body as she began to ride his cock. Their bodies rubbed up against each other and the friction only heightened the arousal for both. But through it all, Elle's eyes remained locked on the pendant around her lover's neck. Sean suddenly got a wild idea and took the pendant off. He then placed it in Elle's open hand and closed her palm around it. This pushed the supermodel over the edge and she came violently. Her body began to buck wildly as she continued to ride Sean. He felt her juices drip onto his legs and the sight of the supermodel in completer sexual ecstasy, made him lose control. His cock exploded inside of Elle and he pulled in the model for another kiss as the tremors of pleasure continued to run through him. With a moan, Sean pushed Elle off and removed the pendant from her hand. "Sleep Elle," he commanded and all of a sudden he heard clapping from outside the door. "Great show," Kim said, ceasing the applause, "Got me all hot and bothered." "Do you want me to wake her up again for you to have some fun?" Brian asked. "No thanks, I have some business of my own to take care of," Kim replied, "I'll catch up with you in the morning." With that she walked back inside and Brian brought himself back up to Elle's ear. "Elle, you will redress yourself and go up to your room to sleep," he said, "You won't remember any of this, but there are some urges you are going to start having..." Part Two: Cindy Crawford With a sigh Cindy Crawford hung up the phone in her room, she'd been talking to Randy for over an hour and she still missed him terribly. They had been married for months now, but they were still in that lovey dovey newlywed phase. Not that Cindy was in any hurry for that to end, it was nice for once to have a husband who put her needs ahead of the people of Tibet. Maybe she shouldn't have taken this gig, she'd thought she'd hung up her swimsuit when she'd done her last calender five years ago. But this was a good cause, she reminded herself. Besides there were worse places to be than on a beautiful, exotic island. Cindy lay herself down on the bed, still fully dressed, she was exhausted from the flight. She was even too tired to get out of her clothes. Her whole body was aching from being tired, but she knew she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. Her eyes began to blink shut, but all of a sudden she heard a light rapping on her open door. Cindy looked up and saw Kim standing in the doorway, dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants. "I didn't wake you did I?" Kim asked. "Not really," Cindy replied, "I'm not expecting to really sleep tonight anyway." "How come?" Kim asked. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing," Cindy said. "Who am I going to tell?" Kim replied, "Spill it girl." "Well I have trouble sleeping the first night I'm in a new place," Cindy explained, "I've had that problem since I was a little girl. It's really silly." "That's not silly at all, I used to have the same problem," Kim said. "What did you do about it?" Cindy asked. "I found these great scented lotions," Kim answered, "They really help the body relax." "I could sure use some of those," Cindy replied, "I feel like a permanent resident of tense city right now." "I'll get some," Kim offered, "They'll help you move out of that area." "Oh I don't want to put you out," Cindy claimed, "You don't have to do that." "Oh it's no problem," Kim stated, "After all we're going to be housemates for the next little bit and I'd like us to be friends." "Thanks, Kim," Cindy relented, "It would be great if you could do that." "It's my pleasure," Kim said before heading to her room. She returned a few minutes later carrying a bottle with her. "You know Cindy, I'm a pretty good masseuse, would you like me to put this on for you." she said. "I'd love it if you could," Cindy answered, "I'm just really exhausted. I could use a massage." "Hey, once again, it's my pleasure," Kim said as she sat down at the end of the bed. Cindy began unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off, showing the black bra underneath. "Let me help you," Kim offered. She then moved Cindy's bra straps off of her shoulders and began to massage the supermodel. "Wow! You are tense," she observed . All Cindy could do was moan in response. God she needed this and Kim was right, she was a pretty good massage. Cindy then detected an odd, but pleasing scent and she realized that Kim had begun applying the lotion. The stuff was amazing, it was if she could feel the tension flying out of her. "That feels so good," Cindy sighed, "Where did you find these things." "That's my little secret," Kim said with a sly smile. Besides for their obvious use in massages, Kim had found that these lotions were also good at other things, like weakening resistance through their scent. "You have to tell me," Cindy insisted, "I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time." "You like the way this feels Cindy?" Kim asked. "Oh yeah," the supermodel answered before gasping as Kim worked out a sensitive spot. "You feel very relaxed right now, don't you Cindy?" "Yesss," Cindy sighed, the scent of the lotion driving her mind to distraction. Suddenly she couldn't really focus on anything anymore, but the massage felt so good that she really didn't care. "That's right Cindy, just let the relaxation overcome your body. Don't fight it," Kim softly instructed. "Just let it happen." Almost as soon as the words escaped Kim's lips, Cindy felt a relaxation overcome her body. She felt so at ease, she could fall right asleep. She felt as if Kim's grip on her shoulders was the only thing keeping her from collapsing on the bed. Meanwhile Kim moved her hands off of Cindy's shoulders and reached down to unhook the supermodel's bra. Letting it fall to the bed, Kim let her hands drift to Cindy's exposed breasts. The model stiffened at the contact, but soon relaxed once again, allowing Kim to explore her breasts. "Do you like it when I touch your breasts Cindy?" Kim asked. "Yes," Cindy gasped, her nipples hardening from Kim's touch. "Would you care if I told that I've been hypnotizing you Cindy?" "No," Cindy answered. "You'll do anything I tell you, right Cindy? Because I am your mistress." Kim inquired, her pussy getting wetter by the second. "Anything mistress," was Cindy's reply as she let the trance wash over her. It felt good to be with Kim, so nice and relaxing. "I have to ask you Cindy," Kim began, "Those rumors about you being bi, are they true?" "Yes.." Cindy dreamily replied, "Claudia...Claudia Schiffer and I...lovers for years." "I knew it," Kim replied, "What do you like her to do to you?" "I love it when she...when she licks my...pussy," Cindy answered, "Makes me feel so good." "Do you want me to lick your pussy, Cindy?" Kim asked as she maneuvered herself so she faced the model, "I know I want you to do that to me." "Please lick my pussy mistress," Cindy begged, “Make me come like she does." Kim immediately pressed her lips to Cindy's and her tongue was happily accepted by the model. Kim pressed her hands back on Cindy's breasts and quickly found her lover mimicking her movements. "I think we both have too many clothes on," Kim said as she unzipped Cindy's skirt and pushed it down. She then ran her hand over the front of Cindy's panties and was surprised to find that the supermodel was dripping wet. Kim then lovingly pulled the garment off of Cindy and gently kissed her swollen clitoris. The model gasped and then began to moan in disappointment when Kim pulled away. "No, don't stop," the entranced supermodel cried. "Help me undress," Kim commanded, and Cindy immediately began to pull her t- shirt over her head. Kim held her arms up straight allowing Cindy to get the shirt off, exposing her naked breasts. "Touch them Cindy." The supermodel eagerly followed the command and began to stroke and suckle Kim's throbbing breasts. "Oh yes, suck on my nipples," Kim sighed, "You're making me so wet." Kim, while taking care not to interrupt Cindy's breast play, shucked off her sweatpants, "Rip my panties of, Cindy." Cindy complied and with a quick tear she saw Kim's shaved pussy. The two women then began to rub their naked bodies against one another, their clits making contact and causing both women to moan with desire. They continued to rub up against one another, their pussies both overflowing with desire. Their hands and lips both touched and kissed each other's body as they kept the friction up . Soon with both women moaning crazily, they came together, and only a deep kiss kept the whole house from being alerted to their encounter. Even after their orgasms had subsided, the pair continued their kiss. Kim soon moved her hand down to Cindy's pussy and began to touch her clit. "69?" the woman offered. "Please," Cindy begged her mind fogged by the trance and the pleasure, "I need to feel you lick me." The two women then maneuvered themselves so that Kim lay on top. She quickly buried her face in Cindy's pussy, feeling the supermodel do the same to her seconds later. Kim's tongue made contact with Cindy's clit and felt it begin to swell with desire. With a surprised gasp, Kim suddenly felt Cindy place two of her fingers inside Kim's pussy to go along with her tongue. The trance had obviously unlocked Cindy's passion for women and Kim was thoroughly enjoying her biggest conquest ever. She felt herself tense up and, like a sweet explosion, an orgasm ripped through Kim's body. This made her pick up the pace on Cindy's pussy as she transmitted the passion roaring through her to her new lover. This did the trick and soon Cindy came with a rush, her juices spilling onto Kim's face. But this stopped neither woman and soon they were driving each other to yet another round of pleasure. Later, Kim had lost track of the time, they lay on the bed, covered in each other's passion and applying light kisses to their bodies. Kim then leaned in to Cindy and began whispering to her. "Listen to me Cindy," Kim instructed, "You will not remember this happening tonight. You will wake up in the morning thinking you had an erotic dream about sharing your new husband with your good friend Claudia. But there are some urges you are going to start having..." Kim then pulled herself up and staggered to bed. 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