Message-ID: <35520asstr$1015279812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: see@below.for.email (Dimitri M.) X-Original-Message-ID: <3c833d52.12505712@news.akl.ihug.co.nz> Reply-To: see@below.for.email NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2002 09:21:27 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2002 09:25:05 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 18 - M/F, M/F/F, oral, mc - Starring Famke Janssen, Michelle Yeoh and Sophie Marceau Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2002 17:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly The names of the celebrities portrayed in this story are used entirely without permission (duh) and with blatant disregard for their personal and private lives. On the positive side, though, I'm not actually making any money out of this or any other story and I expressly forbid the creation of any form of monetary profit via use of these stories. This story and all others I have written may NOT be placed on any website whether commercial or otherwise without my prior written permission (and if you see it on a commercial site, you're being ripped off folks, because I NEVER give my permission for paysites). For others of my comics, celebrity, t.v or totally made-up stories why not try one of the following sites : 01 : http://www.asstr-mirror.org or ftp://asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dimitri - The Alt Sex Stories Text Repository, the most constantly up to date collection of my stories, because I update the directory! 02 : http://www.GreyArchive.com (The Grey Archive, very popular, well put together site with several of my stories). This story will make more sense if you've read the previous seventeen chapters. It can be read as a stand-alone but is thoroughly more enjoyable when read as part of the series. And hey, howzabout, as a wacky kind of idea, if you like this story you actually let me know about it, and send me some feedback? It's a crazy idea, but it's just crazy enough to work! Dimitri M. - dimitri_resides@yahoo.com Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 18 - The Bond Girls. Growing up I wanted to be James Bond. There's nothing peculiar about that, in fact it's probably one of the few common traits I shared with regular people. As always, however, beneath the surface I was completely different. The globetrotting lifestyle, the gadgets, the battle of good versus evil and most of all the famous Bond Girls were all there of course, but primarily it was Bond's 007 ranking that I most lusted for. A License To Kill. It was an enormously liberating thought to me that this man, this James Bond, was given free reign by his own government to travel the world on missions for them, seducing women, driving fast cars and most importantly killing anyone who got in his way. Anyone. A security guard about to raise an alarm? Kill him. A bodyguard blocking his chase of a ruthless super-villain? Kill him. Henchmen forced to work for a ruthless organization, just trying to make a living for themselves and their families, compromises his cover? Kill him. Now personally I didn't feel the need to kill anyone, in fact it was one of the few so-called taboos I felt no compunction to break. But the idea that you could if you deemed it necessary and there would be NO QUESTIONS ASKED by your employer was what made me want to be James Bond. I have always wanted to be above it all, the petty rules and regulations that keep the rest of the sheep in check were not for me. I wanted to do what I wanted when I wanted and not have to answer for it, and for the most part I had been successful in that goal. I'd traveled further than Bond, had dealings with immoral billionaires who would make Blofeld and Drax shudder, Spectre and Smersh paled against The Organization that gave me my license to do what I wanted and I'd bedded scores, perhaps hundreds more women than even Bond in all his guises could lay claim to. In all ways I had surpassed my childhood hero, I even had the gadgets to play with that he did, from the so-called mind control device that I'd hated so much to tiny hand held cameras, electronic lockpicks and voice synthesizers. But despite all that, Bond held that timeless appeal that even I couldn't match, he had long ago attained that immortality I so longed for. He was forever between youth and middle-age, permanently late-thirtyish with the debonair maturity that comes with age but the retained vigor of youth not yet past. And so I wanted to be Bond, if only once, I wanted that immortality even if only for one night. The millennium had come and gone without disaster, although a number of intellectuals continued to scoff that the real millennium was still a year away. I myself scoffed at the intellectuals, who seemed to be ignoring the fact that the Earth was actually several billion years old and this particular millennium was just the wider English speaking world's marking of the passage of time. Other countries were in the middle of their 5th millennium, others were going through ages, others still were more concerned with the vagaries of staying alive. Still, I'd suffered a minor disaster of my own when my plans fpr a millennium celebration had ground to a halt. Sudden last minute changes of plan that I was powerless to control meant that only half the cast I'd prepared for my little private New Years Video would be available. I wanted to do it right or not at all, so I called off the preparations and spent New Years Eve with a glass of scotch and a pizza, alternating between watching the Global New Years Celebrations and old videos of some of my previous conquests. It was while watching a video of myself screwing Kim Basinger that I remembered belatedly she had been a Bond Girl. The entire basis of conditioning her had been for the Bat-Orgy because she was one of the female stars of the Batman movies. With great surprise I realized I'd screwed a Bond Girl and hadn't even realized it, and instantly the germ of a new idea had struck. I had an Internet connection of course but rarely used it, given that like 95% of all online users my primary interest was in porn, particularly Celebrity porn. Given that I had a massive 'private collection' of my own I rarely connected, but now I had a mission. I logged on and began a search for Bond Girls, looking mainly for a list of each one. To my disappointment I noted that most of them were now too old for my tastes and others had quickly faded into obscurity, but all was not lost. Just as the new Bond movies had enjoyed a recent resurgence in both quality and popularity, so had the Bond Girls themselves. Famke Janssen had blown audiences away in her role as Xenia Onatopp, her overt sexuality and delightful zest for her work (crushing men between her thighs) making her one of the most memorable Bond Girls in a long time, remembered for far more than her sexually suggestive name. I also considered the exotic Izabella Scorupco, who had played Natalya Siminova - her beauty was undeniable - but whose career hadn't followed a similar path as Famke's, who had kept in profile with reasonably successful movies and was currently filming what was sure to be a blockbuster, a comic book movie directed by the rather brilliant young Director Bryan Singer. In the end though, I decided not to double up on a specific movie's Bond Girls and moved instead to the next Bond Movie and the Chinese Agent who had shared screen time with Pierce Brosnan - Wai Lin - played by Michelle Yeoh. The beautiful woman was a huge superstar in the Asian Film Market, but not quite as well known here. A gifted actor who had never had any martial arts training before her first Kung Fu movie, she had a way of smiling - a sly smirk - that was exciting and seemed to indicate she saw something humorous, a private joke she was sharing between only you and herself. Finally I was left with a choice between Pam Bouvier - played by Carey Lowell in License To Kill, Dr. Christmas Jones played by Denise Richards in The World Is Not Enough and, from the same movie, Elektra King played by the European actress Sophie Marceau. Carey Lowell was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, and the same could be said for Denise Richards, but neither seemed to ignite that spark in me that I was looking for. Sophie Marceau, on the other hand, was an actress with presence, a European Star who burned up the camera and was one of the few Bond Girls (alongside Fatima Blush - Barbara Carrera - and Tracy Draco - Diana Rigg) to truly contend with Bond on his own level. And so as the clock ticked over into the year 2000 and hundreds upon hundreds of millions around the world celebrated, I chowed down on my Super Supreme and sipped at my Scotch, clicking eagerly away at www.IMDB.com with visions of an adolescent fantasy coming true over the weeks to come. "All you have to do, Stanley," smiled the man as he sat the disheveled, concerned looking hobo down in the chair,"Is watch a couple of videos and answer some questions." "And den youse get me dat Bourbon?" asked Stanley, one of the calmer breed of Hobo's collected up for Organization purposes. "I have grave reservations about this," muttered Kevin Spacey from behind the two-way glass looking in on the room,"We're using bums?" "Believe me," smiled Lisa Kudrow,"We'd have to go to Bangladesh to find someone with less of a connection to The Hypnotist." "Just watch this tape," the 'researcher' in the next room told Stanley,"Pay close attention." Stanley leaned forward and squinted his eyes as he watched the screen flicker into life and show a man sitting in a small windowless room, dressed in an Airport Security Uniform and reading a newspaper. The 'researcher' stopped the tape and put down a sheet of paper with several photographs on it. "Do you see the man in the video on this page, Stanley?" he asked. "Yeah, right dere," muttered Stanley, pressing a finger into the page,"Dat's da guy, b'aint he a t.v guy or summit?" "Don't worry about that Stanley," smiled the 'researcher' before starting up a new tape,"Just watch closely." What appeared on the screen this time was a man in a business suit - his face blurred out - greeting another man who had a film canister and a tape under his arm. The tape was stopped and a different sheet of paper was placed in front of Stanley, again with photographs on it. "Do you see the man on the tape Stanley?" "Da dudes face was blurred out man," complained Stanley, then peered at the paper,"But nah, no da other guy ain't on dere." In the observation booth Kevin and Lisa exchanged grim looks, both sheets of paper had held photographs of the same man, the man that they believed was The Celebrity Hypnotist. One of the tapes was from his 'assignment' with Natalie Imbruglia but the other was hidden camera footage of a meeting with The CH towards the end of 1999. The two of them suspected the first tape was doctored to show a different celebrity than their Hypnotist, but the hidden footage was definitely the real deal, which meant that they themselves must have been hypnotized to see The CH as a completely different person. They had no idea who he was. Yet. Donovan Prescott stared at the letterhead and smiled, then frowned, then smiled again. "Still can't believe it, huh?" asked Tony Gorman, his assistant and son of fellow partner Burt Gorman. Fellow Partner. At The New Years Eve Party Donovan had been struggling to get into a celebratory mood, angry over complications arising from The Jenkins Case (which he had won), the controversial legal footnote which had helped him win a Custody Case for a Mob Widow and seen him become involved in Rosa Sanchez's life once again, this time not for the better. Joan had sensed his bad mood and tried to steer him out of it, while at the same time avoiding the advances of the son of one of their richer clients, an ex-Colombian with reported links to the Drug Trade. Donovan was beginning to hate more and more each day the people he was working for. All of Dominic McKenzie's platitudes and fancy words and admonishments about racial stereotyping and giving the benefit of the doubt were beginning to become repetitive and sound less and less convincing. The odd sighting he had of the elderly Senior Partner, Salinger, only caused more problems for him because the rasping, tough skinned old man reminded him more and more of a predatory Lizard or Vulture, his smiles never reaching his cold, calculating eyes. If it hadn't been for Burt Gorman there would have been no respite, but the second partner was the most hardworking, morally firm and astoundingly naive Lawyer he had ever met. Gorman obviously had no idea of what Prescott suspected Salinger and McKenzie were up to, but he was such an academic he probably still thought Carter was President, the only thing he was up to date on were the latest amendments to the law. His son - Tony - was brilliant but with nowhere near the work ethic of Burt, and Donovan was beginning to suspect Tony was embracing McKenzie's methods over either Donovan's or Burts. But as his mood had gotten darker, the party had gotten livelier, until finally a slightly bewildered Burt Gorman had shown up in tweed jacket and bowtie and McKenzie had called for silence. Midnight was approaching but before the new millennium officially began, Salinger had an announcement to make. For the first time in the Firm's history, a new Lawyer was going to be made a full Partner within the first year of joining. "Salinger, Gorman, Mckenzie and Prescott," grinned Donovan, smiling up at Tony in answer to his question,"I thought maybe in 5 years... if I kept up the win rate... but never within the first year." "Hey you've impressed everyone," smiled Tony,"You should hear my Dad rave about you, I don't think he's ever had somebody outlast him at Research before! McKenzie thinks you're the bees knees since you beat him in The LeBlanc Case and that creaky old buzzard Salinger has been watching the cash pour in since they signed you up." "Heh," smiled Donovan, then shook his head,"Come on, kid, let's get back to work on that Research." Tony groaned but flipped open a thick lawbook and went back to looking for precedents to help squash prior drug convictions as evidence of a pattern. Donovan smiled, immersed in his work as he had been since being made Partner. He didn't know what it was, but the moment Salinger had made the announcement something had seemed to click in his head and all his doubts, all his fears and concerns and worries had simply disappeared... almost as if they'd been programmed to do so. March, 2000. I handed my invitation over to the guard who peered intently at it, then me, before waving me in. It was a level of Security I was not used to, usually my face was enough to get me in anywhere I wanted, but this wasn't a Celebrity affair, it was purely political. I passed a guard who gave me a barely perceptible nod, and I nodded back in return. This was the cue I'd been waiting for, the sound systems - which would be piping classical music into every room in the massive Embassy - would be putting the final touches onto the conditioning I'd all ready instilled into my three 'co-stars' over the last two and a half months. It had taken so long because of the sheer mechanics of what I was planning, cues had to be made, timing kept and through it all none of the guests, dignitaries, politicians, guards, musicians, waiters etc, etc would be unaware of everything we were doing. The subliminals in the music would see to that, making everybody who wasn't me, Michelle, Sophie and Famke purposefully pay no attention to - nor have any recollection of - our presence. After the event itself the guard who also doubled as an Organization Agent would get me the Security Tapes and I would have the techs make copies that didn't show our presence, keep all those that did and turn them into another top seller. I was in the best European, tailor-made suit money could buy and I had to admit it fit like a dream, my hair was done up and my face was set into the classic confident - slightly arrogant - look of the Worlds Greatest Secret Agent. I stepped into the main room and was instantly lost amongst the various Politicians, Dignitaries, Aides, bored Wives, Escorts, Secretaries, Ambassadors etc, etc. Despite my months of conditioning I still felt that moment of trepidation I always felt whenever I was relying solely on the strength of my talents to bring my prey to me. And then she was there, tapping gently on my shoulder and smiling at me, saying exactly the words she was meant to. "Excuse me," said Famke Janssen, red scarf draped around her neck and over her arms, a tight ankle length dress clinging lovingly to her body, beside her stood the equally lovely Michelle Yeoh, herself in an expensive black dress that came down to just above her knees, her hair done up in a bun with bangs hanging down, framing her forehead,"But can you settle a dispute for us, Mister....?" And then I said the words I'd always wanted to say since I was a youngster. "Bond, James Bond." "I want to know as much a I can about her prior history, men she dated as far back as you can get, her sexual habits, her promiscuity...." "Dominic," interrupted Donovan, causing the Attorney to frown,"I don't like the sounds of this, we can't put the victim on trial...." "Alleged victim," Tony Gorman corrected. "Regardless," continued Donovan,"If you're planning on playing to the Jury that she led him on...." "That's not my intention at all, Donovan," smiled Dominic, flashing the now familiar grin,"But just because that avenue is closed off from us does not mean we don't explore the possibilities. For all we know she is promiscuous, perhaps she gets a thing out of teasing men and chose the wrong guy.... if that's the case then we have an obligation to our Client to follow through." Donovan frowned but said no more, simply nodding his head as Dominic continued to lay out their assignments on this case. He and Tony had only just finished successfully squashing the prior drug convictions of one of their Clients, knocking the legs out from under the Prosecutions Case and forcing the Judge to throw out the charges. But there was no rest, now Dominic had them as First and Second Chair on a case for the Grandson of a very important client. Ricardo Vergara had been one of the Firm's first Clients and still held powerful business contacts around the world, though his son Roberto now ran the Family Business. His Grandson Ricardo Vergara The Second was not interested in Business, preferring to pretend he was a penniless musician roughing it out in the mean streets of New York. The fact he was living in a massive SoHo Loft on the modest income of 4 million dollars a year was rarely mentioned by his hangers-on, however. Several weeks earlier Ricardo had been accused of raping a 17 year old girl who had been entranced by his act and been hanging around him for weeks. Usually his Family would pay off the girl and sweep it under the rug, but unfortunately for Ricardo she had been another 'poor little rich girl' slumming it on the streets much like him, and when her own wealthy family found out what had happened they'd brought an action against him. So far it had been kept out of the Media, which was how both families wanted it, but the girls Lawyers were tearing viciously into Ricardo's reputation and his Family wanted blood. "My name is Famke Jansennov," Famke introduced herself with a smile, as we left the main hall and made our way down the comparatively quieter hallways of the Embassy. As we had moved through the hall people had unconsciously made way for us, not even noticing our presence, which was bizarre considering the beauty of the two women flanking me on either side. Of course, the subliminal conditioning of the music was telling them not to notice us, not to remember us, not to get in our way, those messages being repeated over and over in their subconscious while the more complex messages were only recognized by Famke, Michelle and Sophie, who had yet to make her appearance. "And I am Mei Chel Yeoh," added Michelle, bastardizing her name horribly, not that I cared.... exotic names were all part of the charm of James Bond. "And what exactly is it you ladies want of me?" I asked, affecting a Pierce Brosnan-like accent because my Sean Connery was so horrendous. We came to a door and opened it, finding inside a very large and well appointed room. Though neither of them knew it, this was one of several offices held by the Ambassador of this Embassy for his day to day business. It gave me a real thrill to know that this scene would be played out in the office that was a real part of the global play of Politics. "We wish to settle a dispute," Michelle said,"We were discussing which was the truer form of communism, the failed method of Russia or the working model of China." "Actually we were discussing how the true vision of Marxism was distorted first by Lenin, corrupted by Stalin and thoroughly decimated by our so-called Comrades who were worse than even the decadent capitalists we'd been brought up to despise." "Then what of Chairman Mao?" I asked. "A great man who held true to his vision," smiled Michelle. "A man who allowed the simple liberties of life to be squashed and all hope to be crushed from the minds and hearts of the self-same populace that Marx and Lenin sough to elevate," countered Famke, her wonderful accent delighting me, so effortlessly did she put it on I could almost believe she was actually Russian,"He went to measures that even Stalin would have called cruel, and because of that and that alone does China's communism exist today, though it is a bastardization of the true vision of Marx." "And so how can I settle this dispute," I asked with a grin,"Surely two 'comrades' don't need a decadent capitalist like myself to solve their political debates." Famke closed the door with a bump of her butt and grinned at me, a cheeky smile that filled me with delight,"But that is where you are wrong, Mr Bond, a 'decadent capitalist' like yourself has the benefit of an outside view." She moved around behind the desk, stripping herself of her scarf and tossing it carelessly aside. She settled her arms against the hard oak that saw the shuffling correspondence of national politics travel over it every day, causing her breasts to press together as she looked sultrily up at me. Michelle was sitting at the right end of the desk, her arms leaning back on either side of Famke's, one leg wrapped over the other, causing her dress to ride up and show a large expanse of firmly toned leg. They both looked at me with a look that was somehow both questioning, patient, teasing, seductive and sultry at the same time. They were the epitome of class - both of them - and the only singular word that could adequately describe them was exotic. "So Mr. Bond," smiled Michelle,"Which is the superior? Chinese or Russian?" "Quite a dilemma," I smirked, walking around the desk and looking both beautiful women over in great detail, taking in every inch of both Michelle and Famke,"The similarities are obvious, but the differences are so delightful." I trailed one finger down Michelle's extended arm, then up Famke's and around her neck,"Do we really need to look upon it as rivals? Can't the Russians and the Chinese be friends?" Michelle and Famke exchanged rolling eyes and even I had to admit the dialogue was cheesy as hell..... but no worse than your average Bond movie, and quite a lot classier than the later Roger Moore movies... at least I wasn't calling anyone Octopussy. "How typical of a decadent westerner to turn politics into a come-on," smiled Michelle,"All Embassy staff are warned of such things before we move to International Countries." "It was before my time," nodded Famke, not making any effort to stop me as I ran my fingers down her side and made her body shudder in pleasure,"But the old Soviet Union too had classes on how to resist the so-called charms of the Westerners." "And how successful were they?" I grinned. Famke's grin faded for a second, then came back full force,"I must admit, the theory of the classes and the practical experience of the field often differed severely." Michelle rolled back her head - her nose mere inches for Famke's cleavage - and laughed, rich and deep, causing my grin to spread wider... they were both walking breathing sex and they knew it. Everyone who would watch this tape knew it too, they had brought me into this room to 'seduce' me. They honestly believed they were Russian and Chinese respectively, and were looking for the thrill of 'forbidden fruit' which in this case was me, a decadent Capitalist. Who was I to say no? "Am I to take it that you haven't had the training then?" I asked. "You would win that bet, Tovarisch," she smiled, pushing her breasts forward a little more so they were almost touching Michelle's face. "Then how would you react to this, I wonder?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and nibbling gently at her earlobe. I felt her body shudder with delight, responding to my skills but primarily to her conditioning. Through my contacts I'd gotten access to them, their homes in L.A, studios where they were currently working, and set up my conditioning through subliminal imaging, subliminal audios, telephone calls and finally direct face to face meetings where I'd created the fantasy/script in their minds, the final parts having been shifted into place when they arrived at the Embassy. "Pathetic," giggled Michelle as she watched Famke squirm and moan in pleasure as I kissed and nuzzled at her ear, her cheek, her lips, her neck. Famke gripped the edges of the desk with more and more pressure, until her knuckles were white, and I felt her hips beginning to jerk involuntarily. Carefully I moved myself into place behind her, pressing my crotch into her rear so that she was humping back into me with more and more urgency, all while Michelle languished on the desk watching with delight and growing arousal. Her own legs were spreading against the tight material of her skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. "Why Ms. Yeoh," I grinned,"You're not wearing panties." "Don't stop...." moaned Famke, and I went back to kissing her neck, my eyes locked on Michelle's as she gazed back at me with growing lust. "Undergarments.... are a luxury, Mr. Bond," she moaned, lying her head back on the desk and running her hands down over her body, down her thighs and pulling the dress slowly up her sexy dancers legs. Gently I began bending Famke over the desk till her chest were placed just above Michelle's, then reached down and grabbed the slit of her dress, rolling the entire thing over her hips to reveal her tiny black g-string. I had moved aside slightly to give the cameras a shot of her delicious ass, and now I too great delight in hooking her g-string with my finger and slowly, slowly pulling it down over her creamy white buttocks, showing just as much as before, but with the g-string gone it seemed that much more lewd. "What are you doing, Mr. Bond....?" she managed to moan before I kissed her, sliding my tongue between her lips as I unclasped my belt and slid my pants down, moving up behind her. "Doing my bit for International Relationships," I replied, breaking the kiss, and then slid every inch of my cock deep inside of her. "BOZHE MOI!" she grunted as my hips pressed into her buttocks, then rolled her head back on her neck and kissed me desperately. I returned her passion equally, fired up now by this hot red-head as she bucked back against me, fucking me into her so that I didn't need to do anything but stand there. "I did not think a man could pleasure a woman like so," moaned Michelle, slowly rubbing her nipples with her fingertips through her dress, watching the two of us intently,"In China women are usually the domain of older Party Members with little vitality left in them, we must turn to other sources for our passion." "Such as?" I asked with a grin, breaking my liplock with Famke and bending her forward again so her breasts were pressing against Michelle's, the Asian women's fingers trapped between two fantastic sets of breasts. "Such as this," moaned Michelle, and dropped her legs over the edge of the desk, allowing her strong legs to drag her down (and her skirt up) till Famke's breasts were above her face. She reached up and pulled the dress down, letting Famke's breasts spring free, then took one in hand and began to suckle greedily at the firm pink nipple. "Ooooo-ooooh," moaned Famke as I began to pump in and out of her and Michelle suckled at her tit. The normal sensations were being compounded by my conditioning, increasing her arousal, turning up her reactions, leaving her as nothing more than a 5' 11" nerve-ending alight with sexual energy. I grunted and pulled myself almost out of her, loving the sensation of her snug, little pussy closing back in place, watching inch after inch of my prick emerge glistened with her pussy-juice. I held myself in place for a few seconds then plunged forward again, fucking the full length of my cock back into her tight cunt. "Simply delightful," I moaned as I felt the walls of her pussy contract around me,"Russian has such a unique taste...." "Oooh," panted Famke roughly, overwhelmed by my cock sliding in and out of her as Michelle suckled at her tits,"Ohhhhh!" "Such a beautiful language," I quipped. I pumped in and out of Famke's pussy with faster and faster strokes of my cock, pounding into her like a machine, my cock a piston, my hips gears. My arm was still wrapped around her waist, pressing into the oaken desk, and a quick movement later had my finger between her thighs, pressing my fingers against her engorged clitoris and exacerbating her all ready overwhelmed body. "Ooooooh! Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" screamed Famke loudly, though the sound-proofed room meant that wasn't a problem. I grinned and nuzzled at her neck, eyes greedily taking in the swell of her breasts, pushed up and out by Michelle's mouth and hands as she sucked and squeezed at the other woman's tits. "Uuuuuhh! Yo... you're fuh-fuh-fucking meeeee!" groaned Famke, my fingers working their magic on her clitoris and my cock working it's mojo on her cunt, bringing her towards a mind-blowing orgasm. Her cunt was burning up with desire, the heat spreading out from my plunging cock, extending out to all her nerves, causing her nipples to grow erect (and even more sensitive to Michelle's fingers and teeth and lips) and the hairs on the back of her head to stand up on end. I was slamming into her now with reckless abandon, knowing my own body well enough now to know when I would reach the point of no return. I drove my cock into her juicy, dripping pussy as my hips smacked loudly against the curved cheeks of her ass. Famke gripped onto the edge of the desk to keep her in place, causing her body to shake and quiver with each forward thrust of my cock into her. Her tits jiggled and quivered, causing them to jump about over Michelle's mouth. The Asian women adapted admirably, reaching up and grabbing both firm globes roughly in hand, squeezing them tightly before sliding her arms around Famke's neck and pulling her body down. This left her bent double over the desk, tits pressed firmly into Michelle's face as I slammed into her quivering ass over and over again. I was grunting with the exertion, my body glistening with sweat, causing a wet smacking sound as our flesh connected over and over, my cock driving into her gushing cunt, my hips pounding against her sweetly curved ass. My feet slid in between her own and I spread my legs, causing hers to spread as well. Because Michelle was still gripping onto her neck and back while suckling at her breasts, Famke's body had no choice but to push her ass back against my cock, grinding me ever deeper into her at an adjusted angle. With a cocky smirk at the camera I began to gently rotate my hips every 5th stroke or so, working my cock around inside of her pussy and leaving no part of her vagina untouched by my fucking, pounding cock. "OH... oh.... Bozhe Moi! BOZHE MOI!" she cried out, her cunt clamping down and tightening around my cock, increasing my own desire to the point where I was almost ready to cum myself. Instantly I activated my own innate conditioning, allowing myself to cut off the actual physical and mental sensations coursing through my body, leaving me somewhat detached. As hot as Famke was, I had two more beautiful women to fuck tonight and James Bond or not, I was only human. I continued to pound into her though, knowing she was near breaking point herself. Lifting up onto my toes to change the depth and angle of my prick's plunging thrusts into her, I increased the pace of my fucking into her, working her into higher and higher degrees of sensation, her back arching as much as it could, head rolling back and mouth dropping open as a low, stuttering keening noise worked it's way out from deep in her lungs. Whispering a word under my breath, I set off the signal in my own mind to emulate the sensation of climaxing. With a sharp grunt of pleasure I slammed forward into her tightly sucking cunt, grinding deep into her bucking ass as she dug her fingers into the oaken desk, biting her lower lip and rolling her eyes back in their sockets as she shuddered through an incredibly erotic, mostly silent orgasm. Finally she calmed down and released her death-grip on the desk, collapsing onto Michelle's chest and laying there, bent over with her ass in the air, my cock still buried inside of her. We were both breathing deeply, bodies glistening with sweat, but slowly I regained my composure and pulled out of her, causing her to moan deep and low. Beneath her lay Michelle, gently stroking Famke's hair, enjoying the feel of the other woman's breasts against her own. She turned and smiled at me as I collapsed down into the plush chair, breathing deeply. "Tired all ready, Mr. Bond?" she asked with a grin. "Just taking a breather," I grinned,"Diplomacy is difficult work, but I plan to work long into the night until everybody is satisfied." "I'm not satisfied with that answer," Donovan said,"In fact I'm not satisfied with any of your answers." "Pardon me?" asked Ricardo, lifting a surprised eye at the sudden change in attitude from his Lawyer. Young and good looking, the muscular Chilean was used to being treated with respect, fear or awe. "The fact is, you're a liar Mr. Vergara," Donovan continued, standing several feet from his sitting Client and staring down at him with barely concealed contempt,"You lied about your financial status to impress your hangers-on, you lied to that poor girl about helping her develop her music, you lied to her when you said you wanted to help, and you lied to the Police and to this Court when you said you did not force yourself onto her." "Who do you think you are talking to!?!" growled Ricardo, starting to get up in his seat. "Oh you did it, and you know you did it, and so does she, and before this trial is out the Jury will know it too!" Donovan snapped back at him with such force that the surprised man dropped back into his seat,"We know you were flirting with her the night in question, we know you told your friends to get her drunk, we know you took her to your loft and we know that you intended to have sex with her.... and when she wouldn't you got mad, because nobody tells Ricardo Vergara no, and when she did you decided you were going to take what you couldn't have and you raped her!" "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" screamed Ricardo, leaping to his feet and lunging angrily at Donovan, who stood his ground as Dominic and Tony grabbed the powerfully built young man, restraining him. "Mr Vergara! This is his JOB!" hissed Tony. "Calm yourself, Mr Vergara," Dominic said calmly, using his years of experience as an Attorney to calm the man with just his voice,"Donovan is being hard on you because the Prosecutors are going to go for your jugular. There is no physical evidence of forced intercourse, no witnesses to the scene itself and plenty of corroborative evidence that the girl often flirted with you. They're desperate and they'll go to whatever lengths necessary to get you mad and make you look like a combustible, volatile personality." Ricardo forced himself to relax, shaking off Tony and Dominic's restraining arms in a fit of pique. He straightened his suede jacket and cast a withering glare at Donovan, whose own stony expression did not change. Finally he allowed himself to be seated, where he cast one more glare at Donovan to let him know he was allowing himself to be calmed. "Aguevonao," he spat angrily,"This is a waste of my time and my Family's money." "This is going to save your family a great deal of money," Dominic corrected smoothly,"Donovan is Ataoso, he will make you hate him, but he will be your best friend in that Courtroom." Ricardo sniffed in derision at Dominic's attempt to ingratiate himself by throwing in the Chilean adjective for someone who is complicated, but he nodded and inclined his head towards Donovan. "Very well," he said,"We shall continue, but there are certain limits even Attorneys cannot cross, do not cross them here because we are not in a Courtroom, Cachai?" - Eres un cabro chico, - thought Donovan angrily, longing to say the words out loud, but he just nodded,"Of course, I am a Professional, as you must be when you take the stand, Cachai?" Ricardo nodded, and they started again. Michelle's dress was wrapped thickly around her waist, her breasts and crotch exposed. Her ass was lifted off of the desk, her legs spread and held up by my arms as I pounded into her over and over. She was squealing and moaning with pleasure, but it was hard to hear, muffled as it was by Famke's cunt, the other women straddling her face and grinding her cunt into Michelle's mouth. I pulled back and then shoved firmly deep inside of her, loving the feel of my cockshaft sinking into the hot celebrity's body. She groaned low and deep from the back of her throat as I filled her deeply. Her hands squeezed Famke's beautiful ass spasmodically, pausing to breath deeply before plastering her mouth against the other woman's pussy once more and greedily eating her out. I rammed into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her athletic body with each thrust. Her head twisted from side to side beneath Famke's crotch, her legs quivering in my arms and against my shoulders as she thrust her torso back at me with each of my deep fucking thrusts, meeting my cock at each turn. "Mmmm, oooohmmmm, ahhhmmmm," she moaned in a muffled groan, pumping her crotch roughly against mine, her cunt greedily tightening and sucking on my penis, pulling at it as I pulled back, gripping to it tightly when I slammed it forward. I worked my hard cock into her eagerly-upthrust cunt, her gushing juices flooding around my prick as I pounded into her, her hands squeezing and kneading Famke's ass as her back arched as she screamed out her orgasm deep into Famke's pumping crotch, which in turn drove the other woman over the edge. "Awwwww fuuuuuhhhh-ck!!!!" Famke cried out,"Your tongue! OOOOHHH!!" My eyes greedily crawled over the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her glistening, bald cunt-lips, her flat stomach raising up and down with panting breaths, her firm breasts firm and erect, nipples straining upwards, dew-drops of sweat hanging from them, her graceful neck leading up to her beautiful face, Famke's juices dripping down over her chin as the other woman orgasmed into her Asian Celebrity lover's mouth. My nostrils flared and my eyes widened with lust at the sight of Famke's buttocks tightening and clamping down as she worked her hips in tight circles over Michelle's face. I pistoned my cock hard and fast into her juicy, slick fuck-hole with the long, deep strokes, working my own hips with the same rhythm that Famke was working her cunt into Michelle's face. The response was immediate, as I watched her body arch and felt the muscles in her leg tightening. She actually physically slammed her body downwards, swallowing my cock fully inside of her and grinding her ass against my crotch. I felt light-headed with desire, no matter how many women I screwed, no matter how many celebrities I made my own, I never got tired of this, the moment when all thoughts ceased, when everything came down to pure reponse to stimulis. We were all three of us machines now, giving up our individuality and personality to an act as old as humanity itself. The only difference being, I could bring myself back whenever I wanted to. But for now I had no intention of stopping, the way I was feeling at the moment I could go on fucking them all night. The feel of her, being inside of her, it was ecstasy, hot wet steaming sex with a beautiful Asian celebrity who was herself eating out a fellow Celebrity, one born in Holland who lived in America and had been made famous for playing a Russian in a British film. I grinned stupidly as I pistoned my cock in and out of her tightly-clinging pussy, loving the muffled groans and whimpers of pleasure I could hear coming from beneath Famke's cunt. "Oooooh yessssss," I hissed, knowing she was close to coming again and that I myself was once again near the point of no return. For the second time that night I activated my own internal conditioning and prevented myself from orgasming, instead continuing to give a hard, deep dicking as her body was wracked by yet another orgasm. With an evil grin I reached down and pressed my fingers against her throbbing clit, and as I felt her body jerk violently in reaction to the unexpected sensation, I squeezed the stiff, slippery knob of flesh between my thumb and forefinger. "MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!" she screamed between Famke's thighs as I squeezed her clit firmly, even as I continued to fuck in and out of her juicy cunt with wet sluicing thrusts of my prick. I could feel the pressure in my balls growing, but it was only a feeling, a collection of memories I had used to convince my mind I was cumming while in fact my body stopped responding to physical stimulus. This way I could cum all night long without ever blowing my load, though of course I would make a point of doing just that when we reached the climax of the event. Her body was arching higher and higher and I could see her feet stretching beside either side of my face, toes pointing straight up at the ceiling. This caused her ass to raise up off the desk, sweat dripping from her tightly clenched buttocks, wildly changing the angle of my prick inside of her. Her mouth was still firmly plastered against Famke's own orgasming pussy as her tits pressed ever outward, her body curving to near impossible angles as she thrust and ground against me, my fingers doing double time on her clit as she exploded with a massive orgasm and drenched my cock in thick, juicy cunt-cream. Finally she collapsed, causing my cock to pull out of her with a pop, and for the first time I realized I'd been up on my tip-toes to retain the angle of my fucking into her. Famke continued to ride her exhausted face for a few moments, then finally rolled her legs over and collapsed into the seat I'd collapsed into after fucking her earlier. I rested my arms against the desk, still crouched over Michelle's exhausted, well fucked body, breathing deeply, face red with the exertion of fucking two very hot, athletic Bond Girls. "My little red book never said anything about this...." moaned Michelle after a couple of minutes of lying on the desk, deeply sucking in air. "Mmmmmmmmm," moaned Famke happily, curled up happily in her chair. "Who knew International Relations could be so fascinating," I quipped with a smirk,"My oh my, a decadent Capitalist, two Communists - one former and one practicing..... all we need now is a Hedonist and the night would be complete." And that's when all three of us realized the door to the Office had opened and a newcomer had been standing in the doorway for the past five minutes. "Consider the night complete," said Sophie Marceau with a wink. "I NEVER RAPED HER!" screamed Ricardo. "Cuenta la firme!" roared Donovan back at him,"You ruined that girls life, at least have the......" "No estoy ni ahi" spat Ricardo in his seat, hands angrily gripping the arm-rest of his chair. "Que choro," grunted Donovan, turning his back on Ricardo contempteously,"Cuma...." "Escoba!" hissed Ricardo, and started to stand up, but a restraining hand on his shoulder gave him pause. "A Prosecutor would never go this far, never switch languages on the Jury or the Judge," Dominic whispered calmly in his ear,"Donovan is going harder on you so that when you sit in that Witness Stand, nothing the Prosecutor throws at you will phase you in the slightest." Ricardo nodded and swallowed, then shook his head roughly and collapsed back into his seat,"Look at me, I am sweating like a pig... it's like being in a fist fight." "Donovan's the best at this," smiled Dominic as he looked up at Donovan, who was now calmly discussing case notes with Tony,"This is how he got to The Celebrity Hypnotist, he was losing the case till he pinned LeBlanc down on the Witness Stand and angered him into confessing to the whole thing." Ricardo nodded again, then cocked his head at Dominic,"You were defending The Hypnotist, weren't you?" Dominic's trademark grin slid for a second, then returned full force,"True, and that's why Donovan works for us now." There was a timid knock at the door and all four men in the room turned to stare in surprise at each other, it was nearly midnight, who else was in the building? Then Donovan smiled. "Come in Joan," he said. The Secretary who had been with him since his days as a Street Lawyer entered nervously, holding a tray of cool drinks, each one the favorite of one particular man. "Marvelous woman," grinned Dominic as Donovan playfully berated his loyal Secretary for sticking around so late. Ricardo did not respond, staring at Joan, or more specifically her slim figure, as she unconsciously flirted with her Boss, finally whispering softly,"Mijita rica!" I was down on my knees, face buried between Sophie's thighs as I hungrily lapped at her pussy. She was lying on her back on the desk that had all ready had two hot Celebrities lying naked on it today, and now there were three. Michelle and Famke lay on either side of her, taking turns to deeply kiss her, tongues entwining, all three women making low keening noises that seemed to make my cock swell every time. She'd introduced herself as Sophie Marceopoulos, bored Heiress of a rich Greek Shipping Magnate, not that anyone had really been listening. The moment she'd introduced herself we'd been approaching her, closing the door behind her, removing her clothes, kissing her all over, moving her into the office, placing her on the desk, and now using our tongues on her in some very interesting ways. Her thighs were pressing against my ears as I gripped onto her hips and eagerly lapped at her all ready overflowing pussy. Looking up over her nude Celebrity body I could see just over the tops of her firm breasts to see Famke and Michelle kissing her and each other. It was an incredibly erotic sight and my cock, despite 'cumming' twice, was thick and hard and desperate to get inside of her. I shifted my hands to grasped the firm cheeks of her delightful ass, allowing me to hold myself in place as Sophie humped and churned her hips up against my face as I licked and sucked hungrily at her juicy snatch. It felt like she was all ready on the verge of cumming, and cumming hard. She'd obviously been excited watching me fucking Michelle, and now the combination of my tongue and Famke and Michelle's hands running all over her body as they exchanged kisses was obviously too much for her. I pulled her shaven cunt-lips into my mouth, ran my tongue between them, nuzzled my nose up into her clitoris, pressed my chin firmly between her tight buttocks and held on for the ride of a lifetime as she began to thrust her pelvis wildly up and down. She was tossing her head back and forth all ready, her tits pressing out as she arched her back, Michelle and Famke's hands running over her body, fingers pulling at her nipples, mouths nuzzling at her neck and chin and lips. I dragging my tongue slowly up the full length of her slit, then sucked her throbbing clit deep into my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly over the tip of the turgid little love-button. "Unnnnhhhhh, ooooh yes, baby, yes," she moaned,"Suck it... suck my clit, I can feel it.... ooooh I can feel it!" Hearing her wanton moans caused me to redouble my efforts, there was nothing I enjoyed more than bringing a woman off just with my tongue, it did my good to know I still had what it took, even if I wasn't eighteen anymore. She slammed her cunt up against my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth, forcing her clit against my teeth and increasing her pleasure a thousandfold. "I... I.... UH! I don't be... believe it," she moaned,"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cuuuum!!!!" And she did, her hot juices flooding my mouth as her ass lifted high into the air, forcing her shoulders back into the desk and thrusting her tits out. She let out a strangled moan of deep desire as her orgasm broke, flooding her entire body with wave after wave of pleasure, stretching out to the furthermost extremities of her limbs. And all throughout it all I lapped at her creaming, juicy pussy with reckless abandon, gulping down as much as I could of her love-juices, coating my face in the stuff, her cream dripping from my chin as I ate her out. Eventually she calmed, her body collapsing onto the desk, her chest rising and falling with heavy panting as Famke and Michelle leaned over her, standing now to almost form a triangle of hot, naked celebrity flesh. The two 'Communists' kissed passionately above Sophie's heaving chest as I stood up and grinned at them both. Breaking their kiss, their eyes narrowed in instantly on the juices glistening on my lips, cheeks and chin. They rushed down the opposite sides of the desk and pulled their bodies close to mine, eagerly kissing me and tasting Sophie's juices before licking and sucking at my face to get the rest of it. My prick was throbbing with desire now and it was time for the final glorious moment. Her legs were spread lewdly, one hand lying between her legs, the other playing absently with a nipple, rubbing it between two fingers. "Now," I said with a grin,"Never let it be said England won't stretch itself thin to please all our International friends." "Uhhh? Wha...?" she asked, confused. "Allow me to demonstrate," I smirked, grabbing my cock in hand and getting into position,"It's all part of the service." And then I slammed my cock deep inside of Sophie Marceau's cunt. Her eyes bulged wide as she felt me fuck myself deep into her, surprised at the sudden penetration, but that quickly changed to delight as I ground against her and she got used to having me inside of her. I of course, was simply delighted, there was nothing like being inside pussy, and celebrity pussy was the best, not even Royal pussy could compare, and I'd had it all, normal, political, celebrity, royal, and considered myself the foremost expert. I pulled back and then slid in, Famke and Michelle leaning close to me, tits pressing in my shoulders, legs wrapped around my thighs, their breathing becoming faster as they excitedly watched my cock pump in and out of Sophie's cunt. Gripping her thighs to hold her in place, I moved my hips back and forth in a circular motion, pumping into her with short strokes at varying angles, my cock riding along the walls of her pussy and driving her insane with pleasure so soon after her earlier orgasm. As she began to moan and gasp, I increased the length of my strokes, taking time to turn and kiss first Michelle, then Famke, then watch as they leaned across my chest to kiss each other. Her fingers clawed at the oaken desk and in the back of my head I made a mental note to have The Organization replace it later on tonight, and a further note to keep it for myself as a memento. Her head twisted from side to side as she lifted her hips and fucked back at my thrusting cock. The sensations of my prick against the lips of her cunt as I pumped in and out of her was making her head spin with erotic sensation, making coherent thought impossible. This high level of arousal worked in my favor, because my conditioning directed their memories of these events into the realm of fantasy and dreams, the unreal nature of their heightened arousal was not believable as a 'real' event and they were only too pleased to believe it was a dream. Thus, it wasn't worth remembering outside of a subconscious memory of something primal and exciting, and my identity remained secure. My eyes ran down over her deliciously lewdly splayed thighs, watching as my cock fucked in and out of her cunt, her pink shaven cuntlips clinging to the shaft as I withdrew, then slamming back in as my cock did the same, plunging deep into her. It was an erotic sight and simply added to the delightful sensation of fucking her. She bent her legs and lifted them high, allowing me greater access, letting me slam deep into her again and again, my balls slapping against her tightly clenched buttocks. I was getting the deepest possible penetration now, my pubic bone slamming against her engorged clitoris, pounding m our hips together, forcing air from her lungs, making her feel breathless and excited as she felt her vision going black at the corner of her eyes. She threw her head back and sucked in a huge lungful of air, feeling giddy and lightheaded, her body nothing but pure sensation now, burning up with unbridled passion as her cunt clasped my cock with each thrust inside of her. Whimpers and incoherent moans escaped her body, her eyelids fluttered and shook as she gurgled with delight, her head rolling about on the desk as she fought to prevent her orgasm as long as possible, drawing out the moment of anticipation as long as she could before the inevitable mind-blowing orgasm. Feeling my own lust building, this time I let it go, allowing myself past the point of no return. I fucked her harder than ever, pounding into her, my hips pumping up and down, in and out, filling her bucking, rolling cunt with my hard, throbbing, ready to burst cock. Her eyes rolled and crossed as she gurgled with delight, her hips rising and rising, ass clenching, breasts straining out, teeth clenching and breath hissing between them as she lost her battle to hold it back and came, and came hard. "Ooooh fuuuck!" I moaned as I continued to pound into her now vice-like cunt, even as she writhed beneath me and cried out in mindless pleasure as her orgasm took control of her body. My face was screwed up in a ridiculous mask of lust, but I was the only one who would ever see it, the techs would unknowingly change The Organization's copy of the film so that another Celebrity would be doing Sophie Marceau, and that Celebrity in turn would be altered by the same techs (knowingly this time) to show Pierce Brosnan. But all of that was hours away yet, for now I was just interested in blowing my load, and I continued to slam-fuck into Sophie's cunt as beside me Famke and Michelle rolled about on the floor, kissing and running their hands over each other's bodies. I watched Sophie bite her lower lip and drag deep gouges into the surface of the desk with her nails as I fucked deep into her gushing, creaming pussy and felt sweet release flood through my body as I blasted jet after jet of thick, ropy sperm deep up inside her cunt. As I came I tore my hands from her hips and slammed my palms into the desk on either side of her chest, leaning right over her as I kept myself buried deep into her, grinding my crotch against hers, feeling her nipples against my chest, scraping deliciously along my chest, which was of course ultra-sensitive following my climax. I rested against her a few moments, then with a low groan echoed by Sophie, leaned back and pulled out of her, running my hands down her thighs as I did so. Turning to survey the scene, I watched Michelle and Famke lying on the floor, languidly kissing as their hands slowly ran over each other's bodies, while Sophie lay spread-eagled on the desk with her juices and my cum pooling against her ass-cheeks. "The things I do for Queen and Country," I said with a smirk at the camera. And that was that, the scene was done, the cameras wrapped up and the girls cleaned up. Staggering unsteadily out of the room after getting redressed, each one found an operative waiting for them, ready to escort them home where their clothes would be taken from them and destroyed while they showered, went to bed and woke up the next day feeling happy, refreshed and with no memory of the previous nights events. Nobody at the Embassy Party would remember seeing them because none of them had 'seen' them, any security tapes of us were all ready being removed, destroyed and replaced with ones that showed no activity in them. It was perfect, just like everything I did, nobody could fault my conditioning, my planning, my almost obsessive attention to detail. I always took everything into account and, once I had set my mind to make something happen, it happened. And nothing, nothing, could ever put an end to that. Ricardo sat on the ass, looking in shock up at Donovan who stood over him, fists clenched angrily. Blood dripped from the Chilean's nose, and it was taking every ounce of Donovan's will not to step in and finish the job he'd started. On the desk several feet away, Joan sat clutching her torn shirt together with one hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. Donovan had stepped in just as Ricardo had been in the process of showing her 'she really wanted it', and he hated himself for leaving them alone for more than 2 minutes. Dominic and Tony had left with Ricardo half an hour earlier, but Ricardo had returned ten minutes later while Joan was packing up for the night and Donovan was making some last minute case-notes. He'd gone to the toilet for a minute and come back to find Ricardo making his move, and he'd made his. "How dare you strike me!" hissed Ricardo,"Don't you know who...." "One more word," growled Donovan,"And you'll never see your precious family again." He turned to Joan, who was staring at him with wide eyes,"Joan, leave the room." "Duh... Donovan?" she asked, confused. "Leave the room," he repeated, and giving Ricardo a wide berth she did as she was told, casting back a worried glare as she did so. "Now," growled Donovan, feeling more clear-headed than he had for months,"Stand up, Aguevona, because I'm going to explain very clearly to you exactly what's going to happen in Court tomorrow when the Judge asks you how you plead." End Celebrity Hypnotist 18. Compliments, Criticisms and Requests to : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com For those interested, below is a list of those Celebrities which have featured over the last eighteen chapters, followed by a listing of those who will feature in the next (and final) two chapters. Demi Moore Kim Basinger Teri Hatcher Michelle Pfieffer Gillian Anderson Nicole Kidman Daphne Zuniga Drew Barrymore Lisa Kudrow Uma Thurman Courteney Cox Alicia Silverstone Lauren Holly Heather Locklear Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Love Hewitt Helen Hunt Debbe Dunning Faith Ford Patricia Richardson Mary Hart Sarah Michelle Gellar Tea Leoni Neve Campbell Carmen Elektra Jenny McCarthy Jenna Elfman Julia Roberts Cindy Crawford Isabella Rosselinni The Spice Girls Tyra Banks Sandra Bullock Cameron Diaz Catherine Zeta Jones Claudia Schiffer Gwyneth Paltrow Charlize Theron Angelina Jolie Deborah Kara Unger Elizabeth Hurley Lucy Lawless Renee O'Connor Natalie Imbruglia Toni Braxton Shania Twain Jennifer Lopez Erika Eleniak Yasmine Bleeth Nicole Eggert Andrea Thompson Kim Delaney Gina Gershon Thandie Newton Famke Janssen Michelle Yeoh Sophie Marceau CH 19 - Maturity - Renee Russo & Sharon Stone Ch 20 - Dirty Old Man - Anna Kournikova, Britney Spears, Brandy, Melissa Joan Hart, Katie Holmes, Michelle Williams, Christina Ricci, Mena Suvari, Alyson Hannigan & Laura Prepon. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+