Message-ID: <16780eli$9810280534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Dimitri) Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 7 (5/5) (m/f, oral, anal) - Neve Campbell, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Debbe Dunning, Patricia Richardson Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <71483k$mov$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 - note that this is not my site, I just write the stories in my section of the archive, that's it. Celebrity Hypnotist Part Seven (5/5) ------------------ August 27th, 1998. ------------------ I smiled lightly, reminiscing over the last few months had made me nostalgic. Maybe I would visit the archives sometime soon. Of course I'd been as surprised as anyone to hear of Phil's... The Former Head's death, and even more surprised when Lisa Kudrow announced she was to be the new Head. Actually I'd been a little shocked and more than a little pissed off. Then of course I'd gotten another shock once I discovered that Kevin Spacey was challenging her for the new role. In a case like this when no formal successor has been named, it comes down to a vote. The heads of the various chapters of The Organization vote, the top clients get a vote and I, as top seller for The Organization, get a vote. I abstained. I heard the results two weeks after The Head's death, it was a draw and it was my vote that could break it. I got a call from Lisa, she wanted to see me, chat about some things and clear up some problems. I told her I'd get back to her. The next day the doorbell rang, I opened the door and smiled warmly at Kevin Spacey. "I want your vote," he said, plain and simple. "Convince me," I replied. He showed me the video, evidence of me getting the information on Jennifer Love Hewitt from Information/Collection. "So?" I asked,"I could hypnotize you right now and take that information from your brain, find out where any copies are and have you destroy them yourself." "I know," he said, unafraid,"But it's an example of what I'm capable of doing, I got info on you without your knowing... I know all about your little 'insurance policy'." I grinned, he had guts all right, but then again, so had Bart, whom I was now sure had been sicced on me by Lisa Kudrow. One more reason not to vote for her. Of course, he had evidence on my true identity (*) which was going to cause problems down the track, but I'd deal with those later, he and Lisa had manipulated me, maybe now I'd manipulate them. "Tell you what, I'll vote you in if you can guarantee an end to this whole Gillian Anderson mess." "Done," he said instantly, obviously he was already working on this. "Well done," I said, shaking his hand,"Head." - Dave sat in the back of the car, humming low to himself. The patrol car turned into a backalley, then slowed to a stop. "What's this?" asked Dave. The driver turned and grinned. "Hey there Davey boy." Dave's eyes widened, it was the man he'd met outside of Rob's funeral. "Hey, you guys, I didn't tell them anything..." The man's grin widened,"Calm down Dave," he said,"We understand, what you were facing, anyone would turn over. But you know as well as we do that you're the linchpin of their defense, you disappear and this whole mess will go away." "Oh shit, please don't kill me?" whispered Dave. "You misunderstand," laughed the man, he pushed a card through the grill,"Go to the address on the back of that card, pick up your new identity then head to JFK. Then fly to Jamaica and spend the rest of your life sleeping in the sun." Dave gaped, then grinned, he couldn't believe his good luck. The doors unlocked, the man in the passenger side on the front seat got out and opened his door. "Go!" laughed the man, waving his hands,"Run, be free!" Dave chuckled, grabbed the card and leapt out of the seat, hitting the ground running. As he ran he checked the back of the card. Boom, it read, You're dead. He came to a stop. "FREEZE!" screamed a voice from behind him. "No," he moaned, then burst forward and began running. "FREEZE OR I'LL SHOOT!" screamed the voice. Three shots fired in quick succession, several witness' were there to see Dave running and hear the two warnings before he was shot. - "Donovan Prescott on line three," said The D.A's secretary over the intercom. "Who?" he asked, pausing the video he was watching. "The court appointed attorney who worked on the David Hollaway case." "I'll take it," he replied,"But no other calls for the rest of the day." "Hello?" he asked, picking up his phone. "Hello sir," said Donovan, knowing he liked to be addressed with respect, as long as you didn't cross the line into bootlicking. "Mr Prescott." "I just read in the papers about Hollaways death, if you'll forgive me asking, how will this affect your case?" "Looking for an angle to sell to the papers, Prescott?" asked The D.A disapprovingly. "No no," hastened Donovan,"It's just that... well I was a good friend of the man he killed, Rob Anderson, and I've taken a personal interest in the case." "There is no case," The D.A said curtly. "Wha... sir? Why?" "The man was psychotic Prescott," he replied,"We went to the address where he claimed the archives would be, it was a publishing house that's been in business for thirty years. We searched his apartment and discovered he'd been using hallucinogenic for years, we found diaries scrawled with mad scribbles describing his paranoid fantasies, his knowledge that high profile politicians were out to get him. He claimed your friend Mr Anderson was working... and I quote,’in conjunction with the Soviets under Lenin's clone and the Reagen administration,' in order to get at him." "Sir I..." "Once we told him we were going to send him to jail for six months under his own name until he could undergo a psychiatric evaluation he.. and I quote from the Officer's report,'went ballistic, totally nuts and tried to tear Officer Brady's throat out with his teeth,' he was subdued and placed in a car. The Officers transporting him to a holding station at the 82nd Precient said he went into convulsions and one of the Officers got out to assist him. He pulled the Officers gun and began running, he was given too opportunities to stop but did not, he was shot, he'd dead and there is no case." "Sir, I...." "Goodbye Mr Prescott," The D.A said, hanging up with a grin. He smiled as he unpaused the video, onscreen Cindy Crawford was eating out Julia Roberts in a jacuzzi as she was fucked by a man who appeared to be Richard Gere....... although his build was slightly different from what you might expect. (*) "All in all," said the man who had shot Dave Hollaway, sitting on the other side of the desk, also watching the video,"I'd say you made the right choice." - Donovan slammed the phone down. His receptionist, Janet, heard the phone slam and the curses emanating from his small office. At least it wouldn't be heard by the tenants next door, since all the files and lawbooks stacked to overflowing in both rooms of their law office muffled the noise from coming through the thin walls somewhat. Donovan unlocked his desk drawer, taking out the copies of the documents Rob had been sending him regularly for the month before his death. The originals were hidden in a very, very safe location. "Son of a bitch," he muttered. The last one had been a thick document about Gary Cole's escapades with Demi Moore, Gillian Anderson and Teri Hatcher. "They got to you," he muttered,"Maybe now I should be getting to them." - Gillian felt her heart freeze when she walked into the nursery and found the man holding her child. "Relax," he said, placing the toddler back down,"I'm to deliver a message to you." "What?" she asked,"Why can't you people leave me alone?" "We plan to," the man said,"I've been instructed by my superiors to inform you that if you agree to deny anything untoward ever happened to you then we'll leave you alone from now until the day you die, and we won't make any attempt to facilitate your death." She didn't answer, she was still in shock. "I'll take that as a yes," he said with a grin,"Calm down and enjoy your life, you leave us alone and we'll leave you alone." He walked past her, she made no attempt to stop him. - Maria Giles was a nurse, a damn good nurse making good money working nightshift in an upmarket, private hospital. She enjoyed her job, usually all she had to do was wake some of the older patients at 1, 3 and 5am for their pills and make sure everyone was still breathing, a lot of times she got to just sit and read. She did not, however, enjoy going into Room 117a. It wasn't because the patient was like lecherous old Mr Ellington in 11 who always tried to slide his hand up her skirt or the freaky little boy, Alex Savins, who stared at you funny. It was just because the poor man had been so badly hurt. When he'd arrived from the other hospital after they'd saved his life she'd been shocked to see what he looked like. His throat had been crushed and slit, half of his tongue cut away, his thumbs and fingers ripped away and his toes crushed into mangled chunks of meat. And his groin, what they had done to his groin did not bear thinking about. He was so lucky to have his brother who always came in to see him at least three of four times a month. His brother who paid his fees in cash so 'the media won't start hounding him.' He was a lovely man whom she was sure was famous in some way, but within fifteen minutes of the first of one of the many chats they'd had that impression had faded and she didn't think of him as anything else but a nice guy now, an impression the other staff seemed to share. Once she had cautiously ventured that maybe it might be easier for him if he was... put out of his misery he had just laughed. "He always told me he wanted to live to be an old man," he had told her,"As long as he can still watch t.v I know he's happy, and I know he enjoys the stories I tell him." She didn't know what the stories were, he always demanded privacy when he visited his brother. Although the first time he had visited she had heard him say,"Listen buddy, I told you the truth, I mean to see our relationship continue, and that I'll do everything in my power to see you live a long, long life." End Celebrity Hypnotist Part 7 (5/5) (*) This kind of thing will be explained in Chapters 8 & 9. Hope you enjoyed the story, any missing parts can be picked up from me, as well as compliments, criticisms, complaints or requests for other stories. Just send your e-mail to : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com or check out these sites : 1 : ftp://asstr.ml.org 2 : http://come.to/dimitri - note that this is not my site, I just write the stories in my section of the archive, that's it. For anyone interested, I'll take requests for celebrities you want to see in the stories, let me know and maybe your favorite celebrity will be in Chapter Eight! Just send requests to : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com When you send their names, also mention what program or movies they've been in - or if they're models mention that too. Be aware, the following celebrities have been used : 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 Debbe Dunning Jennifer Aniston Patricia Richardson Helen Hunt Sarah Michelle Gellar Faith Ford Neve Campbell Mary Hart Tea Leoni And send no requests for Fran Drescher please, that would just be wrong! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----