The Celebrity Hypnotist – Corr. In Hollywood [Ch. 8]

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The Celebrity Hypnotist is an unknown celebrity with the ability
to hypnotize others. For over a decade he has been involved with an
Organization that obtains power and prestige via sex, using it both as
reward and blackmail against high-powered individuals in government
and entertainment. The CH has kept his identity hidden, but recently
was blackmailed himself by a young psychotic named Bart Rice who forced
The CH into taking him along on Assignments. At the end of the last
chapter, The CH removed Bart from the scene and took control of his life
once again, being instrumental in the ‘crowning’ of a new Head of The
Organization (the last Head was killed in a murder/suicide, you may have
seen it in the news last year), the new Head being Kevin Spacey (who has
made appearances in previous chapters) over Lisa Kudrow, who was trying
to manipulate The CH.
A New York City Detective named Rob Anderson came across evidence
of The Organization, linking it to Gary Cole (whose exploits are recounted
in The Celebrity Rapist, available upon request) and coming close to
blowing the whole thing wide open. He is killed by his partner, Dave
Hollaway, who then attempts to rape Gillian Anderson in an effort to shut
her up from exposing her part in Gary Cole’s exploits. He fails and ends
up in custody, turning states evidence and being murdered when The D.A
joins the Organization. Donovan Prescott, a struggling, independent
lawyer and friend of Rob’s, suspects that The D.A has joined The
Organization and prepares to gather evidence on the mysterious group.
Meanwhile, The CH has become concerned over a recent discovery
in regards to Bart.
Read on to find out what…



Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Eight.

Part 1/3

Control.
The Illusion Of Control.
I had always assumed I had the former, whereas the great unwashed,
the people of this great land of ours, had the latter.
Maybe I had been wrong.
For the first six months of 1998, control had been slipping
away from me. Then, I had taken it back, burning off the leech that
had attached itself to me and making myself the center of attention at
The Organization. It had been me who put the new Head into his seat.
But maybe I hadn’t been controlling those events, maybe I just
thought I had been.
I’d ordered Bart removed from the scene. I could have had him
killed, but I wasn’t bloodthirsty.
So I just wrecked his hands and feet and ordered his tongue cut
out and throat crushed.
But, only a week ago, when I went to wish Bart a Happy New Year
and tell him about my latest exploits, the nurse, Maria something,
had mentioned injuries to his groin.
Not wanting to arouse suspicion by showing my ignorance of this
fact, I used a prepared keyword I’d implanted in the minds of all the
floor staff and put her instantly into a trance.
"Explain what you meant about his groin," I commanded.
Bart was staring at me from the bed, but from my position at the
door I was too far away for him to hear what we were talking about.
She told me what they’d done to his groin (they being the two
operatives I’d hypnotized to do my dirty work for them, although the
staff believed he’d been set upon by an East L.A gang) leaving me totally
shocked and horrified.
What I’d ordered done had been for my own protection, to keep
him from communicating in any way with anybody from the outside world.
But doing that to his groin! It was just sick, sick and hateful.
Perhaps it was just overzealousness on their part? I thought, But
then again, perhaps someone (Kevin Spacey or Lisa Kudrow were
good candidates) had gotten to them and adjusted their conditioning or
just out and out told them to do these extra things.
The best way to find out was to find these guys, re-hypnotize
them and dredge the info from their testosterone-filled brains.
But they were gone, I couldn’t find them anywhere within either
The New York or Los Angeles branches of The Organization (the two branches
I was most closely associated with). With a little careful pushing I
was able to discover they’d been moved to the Chicago branch (I’d never
worked for The Chicago branch before).
This was more than coincidence.
Who had done this? Why had they done it? Bart was nothing to either
Kevin or Lisa, the only threat he might have posed to The Organization had
been ended by me, there was no need to step in and further mutilate the
poor bastard.
I’d already refused several meetings with Lisa, preferring to
spend my time (and show to the other Big Shots in The Organization that
I had trust in my pick for The Head) with Kevin. I had a feeling that
Kevin wasn’t behind this, but I had to be careful, he was a
shifty character, he knew my true identity, something I’d kept from
everyone who thought they knew who I really was.
From the very beginning of my association with The Organization,
nearly eleven years ago now, I’d used a mix of subliminal images and my
hypnotic programming to make members of The Organization
extremely susceptible to my hypnosis. Back then it had been easy to
keep track of it all, everytime I met another member of The Organization
I’d put them into a trance and re-strengthen the programming. The result
was that everybody in The Organization thought I was somebody I actually
wasn’t. Our techies (with access to more advanced technology than the
public would see for ten years) usually placed a CGI of somebody else’s
face and identifiable birthmarks over my own face and body (standard
operating procedure for all my fellow film-makers at The Organization).
These were then sent out to our Clients who would never be able to tell
the difference, the originals were sent along with the final copies to
The Archives. But, unlike every other film-maker for The Organization,
my originals went to my own private collection, while copies
were adjusted by the hypnotized techs (who’d forget they’d done this
immediately after doing it) so that another celebrity was placed over
my originals.
This was my insurance policy. It was damn hard to cover all the
bases, it required a lot of work and I had to constantly check that what
I had ordered was still being done. But it was better than some bum
coming across The Archives and finding a bigger scoop than Woodward and
Bernstein could have ever dreamed of.
Sometimes a little paranoia was healthy.
I was getting ready to call up Lisa and set a meeting between
us, try and figure out if she was behind Bart’s disfigurement, when the
phone rang. I picked it up and found myself engaging in meaningless
small talk with my agent, who told me something that made me forget all
about Lisa and Kevin and Bart and all that other good bullshit.
They wanted me to do a guest-spot on Dharma and Greg.

-

Donovan Prescott sighed as he looked through the folder on the
Sanchez case.
He’d taken it without any doubts in his mind that he couldn’t
lose. The woman – Rosa Sanchez – had an adopted, 11 month old daughter
named Kimberly, Kimberly’s birth-mother – Gina Hollis – was a junkie
and three time loser who’d just finished a stretch in jail for possession
of illegal narcotics.
Gina wanted Kimberly back, not out of any love for her daughter,
but because if she had Kimberly she became eligible for financial support
from the Government. Supplementing that with her legal income as a
waitress and her illegal income as a hooker, she’d be able to keep up
a very expensive heroin habit.
That wasn’t conjecture, the police had supplied Donovan with
tapes from wire-taps on a known dealer. In these tapes Gina not only
told the dealer that this was her plan, but referred to her daughter
several times as not only a little, sniveling bitch, but also as a
squawling, annoying chain around her neck.
"Plus," muttered Donovan,"Kimberly was born addicted to heroin,
she had to go through withdrawal symptoms almost from the time she was
a day old."
Rosa Sanchez had had Kimberly since she was three months old,
she’d been the only mother the little baby had ever had. She was not
exactly rich, couldn’t even be put comfortably in the definition of
middle-class, but she was certainly not a low class, heroin addicted
whore with no feelings for the child.
But Donovan was going to lose the case.
Gina’s lawyer, a smart-ass bitch straight out of Harvard, had
for some reason taken this case pro-bono and effectively destroyed any
argument or tactics he could have taken before the first day of the case,
even before her opening statement. She’d somehow managed to convince the
judge not to include the tapes Gina had made, she’d somehow gotten Gina’s
record of abuse – both to her daughter and to herself – as well as her
criminal record, to be kept out of the case.
He managed to make thinly veiled references to all of
that throughout the case, many of which had been objected to strenuously
by Gina’s lawyer, who was making him look like the novice. Still, the
jury at least had the idea that there was a reason that Gina hadn’t been
around the first year of her daughters life. Still, without actual
facts, they couldn’t make a ruling based on an idea of what Gina had done,
and that made it look likely that the whore would get her lifeline back.
"Fuck," he muttered, rubbing his forehead and wishing he’d not
told Janet, his secretary, to go home. He could sure use someone to
bounce some ideas for his closing statement.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come," he muttered.
The door opened and he lifted his head to see Calvin Hunter walking
through it.
Calvin Hunter, the name always struck him as something from one
of those Boys Annuals he used to read as a child (his father had spent
some time in Britain and brought him back a huge pile). The kind of
guy who wondered about the Jungles of Africa in khaki shorts with a giant
machete and rugged good looks, looked upon in awe by the natives who
saw him as a Demi-God.
Well, Calvin had the rugged good looks at least, but you wouldn’t
catch him dead in either khaki or in Africa. He had never been out of
the greater New York area and he had no great urges to do so, in fact if
he had his way, he’d never leave the actual city.
"Calvin," he said with a strained smile,"Sorry man, I’m a little
busy right now…"
Calvin shook his head, his quick, good natured smile made it
impossible to be angry with him for any length of time.
"You are gonna want to hear this, my friend," he said, still
smiling. Donovan noticed that he was holding a rolled up folder in his
hand,"I think I may have found a link to Rob’s death."

-

I looked through the script, chuckling in amusement, but not at
the gags.
"This is perfect," I laughed,"If I didn’t know better, I’d say
this was one of my own scripts!"
I always prepared my own scripts on assignment for The
Organization, if it was a sitcom spoof then I wrote out a prepared script
for the actors. This one was setup so perfectly for me that I wouldn’t
even need to do that.
I picked up the phone, rang my agent and told them to confirm
that I was happy to be on the show.

-

After going to the set early and preparing the castmembers and
members of the set, I moved out to location. If everything went as
planned they would show up there, all ready to go
As always, I’d hypnotized the cast and set members and ordered
their subconscious to take everything that happened as a matter of course,
and to store it in their short term memory. That night, or maybe a little
later that week, they would dream of what had happened and lose the
memory. Any trace amounts that survived would be thought of as a dream.
After the crew was finished, the cast was next, I had to keep the
actors portraying the parents, sister and friend away from the main set.
Once their part in the script was done, they’d ‘go to lunch’ as they would
think of it, and not return to the set for a couple of hours.
Happily, my scenes would be on location, not on set, and I’d be
away from an audience. Although the Home Improvement fiasco was far behind
me, I didn’t like to tempt fate.
The star of the show (the one I was interested in, at least) was
Jenna Elfman. I hypnotized her, implanted the key parts of what I wanted
her to do, happily, with the script as it was, I’d get a chance
to strengthen these hypnotic suggestions later on.
As soon as these early scenes ended, the other actors would all
decide to go to lunch while Jenna and the bare minimum required crew would
moved out onto location, where I would be waiting to play my part.

-

"You have to keep my part in this quiet," said Calvin,"I took
it as a freelance."
Donovan nodded, Calvin worked as an Investigator for a prestigious
New York Law Firm. Part of his contract was that he worked for them
alone, but he occasionally took freelance work for extra cash.
"This lady," said Calvin,"She’s been having dreams, real strange
dreams where a guy comes into her house and screws her brains out. She
says that it’s weird because it starts off as kind of mutual lust, but
then this stranger takes over and it kind of becomes against her will…
except she still wants it."
"Maybe she has masochistic tendencies coming out in the dreams?"
remarked Donovan.
"Definitely not this lady," replied Calvin,"The thing is, she
can’t see this guys face, no matter how hard she tries his face is always
in shadows, or blurred, or she just misses it slightly."
"So what’s the problem? It’s just a dream, right?"
"That’s what she thinks, but she’s a firm believer in the truth
behind dreams and she wanted to make sure nothing had happened to her
that she’d repressed."
Donovan sighed,"Is she a celebrity?"
"Yeah," replied Calvin,"She came to me on the quiet and asked me
to try and check it out, surreptitious like."
"And what did you find?"
"At first, nothing, nada, zip, zero."
"And later?"
"I got her old security tapes, got a contact of mine to check
through them."
"Wait, wait," muttered Donovan,"She still had her old security
tapes?"
"Yeah, this is the weird thing," laughed Calvin,"Apparently her
security guard got in a car accident about a year ago and had to leave the
job, and he never got around to wiping the tapes… or so it seemed."
Donovan motioned for him to continue, intrigued.
"My tape guy tells me that the dates on the tapes I gave him have
been doctored, that they’re actually from another day. He went so far as
to go back and check weather reports for the day the tapes were supposed
to be for."
"And?"
"On the day the tapes were supposedly made, it was supposed to be
fine, sunny weather, but on the tapes the weather is overcast."
"Shit, so something did happen to her?"
"Yeah, and then we hit paydirt!"
Donovan looked up, hopeful, and he was not to be disappointed.
"The tape guy, Alan, he’s a perfectionist, he looked through some
of the earlier tapes I’d given him and found one from early in the morning
that wasn’t doctored, although he says it would have been if this Security
Guard wasn’t in an accident."
"Can we get hold of this guard?" asked Donovan,"Subpeona him?"
"I don’t think he was in on it," said Calvin,"At least not in any
way he knew off, based on what my clients told me, I think she
was hypnotized and this guy probably was too… I bet he didn’t even know
he’d doctored the tapes."
Donovan remembered something that Dave Hollaway had said in his
confession, but said nothing.
"He found an image in the reflection of a car window out on the
street," said Calvin,"He blew it up, enhanced the image and got a picture
of my client’s mystery visitor."
Calvin opened the folder and took out a picture, scanned from this
Alan’s computer.
Donovan looked at it with wide eyes, remembering what Dave had
said about this Organization of his.
"They got guys working on celebrity woman all over America and even
about the world," Dave had said, he’d laughed,"Their number one guy is
a fucking hypnotist of all things! The chicks he fucks don’t even know
they’ve been fucked!"
He’d leaned back in his chair and smiled.
"And that’s it?" The D.A. had asked.
"Sure is," Dave had replied,"This Organization runs
right throughout this country and……."
Donovan shook his head clear, looked at the picture of the man
who could well be this ‘Celebrity Hypnotist.’
"Is that who I think it is?" he asked.
Calvin smiled.
"You bet your ass it is."

-

The car pulled up and I smiled in my hood.
I was wearing the traditional, white robes of a druid, a large
hood pulled over my head. It was part of the joke that no one would see
my face, and that I would be a mysterious figure, at the end of the scene
I was supposed to disappear mysteriously, and after Jenna left, exclaiming
at my weird powers, then I would walk out from behind the tree
and apologize for having to take a leak, then wonder where she’d gone.
We’d never get that far.
I had my back against a tree and I was sweating in the hot sun,
but I was loving this, I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen.
The crew were all far off where their shadows wouldn’t fall over
the filmed grass or ourselves, when the car pulled up I lifted my head
in the hood.
"Wow," laughed Jenna, the scene had begun,"Are you Zoltar?" she
asked me.
"Yes," I replied in a raspy, low voice,"But you can call me Bill."
She giggled and I felt my cock – already erect in expectation -
get even harder, she was so fucking sexy!
She sat down, crossing her legs and staring into my dark hood,
she could see my eyes, which was important, but as we were being filmed
from the side nobody else would see my face.
"Tell me," I said,"Why have you come?"
"I had a dream a couple of nights ago," she said,"I was in a park
looking at The Golden Gate Bridge, then I nearly fell over the side and
my husband, Greg, caught me," she smiled and sighed happily, the character
of Dharma was deeply in love with Greg,"I woke up and was staring at him,
so happy just to be with him and he woke up, asked me what was going on
and I just said, you’ll always be there for me, won’t you mudman? then
went back to sleep."
"Ahhhhhh," I said,"Mudman."
"Yeah," she said, crinkling her nose and grinning,"What’s that all
about?"
"You and your husband are linked souls," I said,"For a long time
you have been joined, seeking each other… in your last incarnation you
knew him only as Mudman."
"Wow," she said,"Mudman? I still don’t get it, didn’t he have a
name?"
"If you would like," I said,"I can take you back to your past
life."
"Sure!" she said, like I’d offered to take her down to
the supermarket to get some milk.
My hands reached up and took her by the side of the head, her
eyes locked with mine and I whispered the keyword to place her back in
the trance I’d had her in earlier. That done, I began speaking, both
for the benefit of the camera as well as to reinforce the
hypnotic conditioning already instilled in her subconscious.
Soon we were ready to go.

I removed the hood and robes (once the cameras were turned off)
and got into the new costume, brought with the crew. I put on the long
haired wig and flowing beard, put on the flowery, open necked shirt and
some white, puffy pants.
When I took the films to be processed by the techies, it would
be easy to remove my features considering only my nose and eyes were
visible.
We’d had the ground dug up and buckets of water thrown over it,
creating a large section of mud. We trampled about in it, then left it
during the first scene, sun had hardened it somewhat and created the
impression that the ground had been churned up by constant movement.
The crew pitched a small tent over the mud, the tent was large
enough to fit about three people without showing the grass a little further
out, and I sat in the middle of the tent (which was well lit, considering
that the tent was missing one side to allow the camera’s in) head down
and trying to be unobtrusive. I had my own, small fibre optic cameras,
placed about the tent, unseen and leading out to monitors which recorded
the action.
"Okay," said the Director,"Cue the music."
Jimi Hendrix playing the national anthem started up.
"Action," said the Director, and the scene began.
The flap to the tent opened and Jenna stepped in.
"Oh hey," she said,"Mind if I step in?"
"No, that’s fine," I said.
She walked in and I felt my heard skip a beat, she had a large
flower slid behind her ear, her hair was brushed back and straight, face
clear of makeup but glowing with excitement. She wore a white dress which
came just down between her knees and hips, low cut to show off a great
deal of cleavage.
"Isn’t this so cool!" she laughed,"Who would have thought Woodstock
would be so big?"
"Not me," I muttered.
She didn’t notice my bad mood, instead she spread her arms and
grinned, breathing in deeply.
"You can smell the atmosphere!"
"That’s not the atmosphere," I returned.
"Listen to Jimi go," she said,"He’s so good!"
"He won’t go anywhere if all he can play is The National Anthem,"
I replied,"In thirty years no one will remember him."
"Geez," she said, still smiling,"What’s wrong with you?"
I looked up.
"This whole thing really isn’t my scene," I said,"Even this hair
is not me."
"Then why do you have it?" she asked,"Why are you here?"
I grinned,"Heh, rebelling against my father I guess."
She laughed,"That’s so cool! You grew your hair longer than mine
just to piss off your dad!"
I chuckled slightly.
"It’s such a cliche!" she laughed,"Wow, I never met a cliche
before!"
Her laughter and joy were infectious, I didn’t have to act amused
or happy, she made me that way.
"Shut up," I said with a grin.
"No, you shut up!" she laughed.
"No you shut up!" I returned, teeth flashing bright beneath my
beard.
She leaped down on me unexpectedly (well, she’d been conditioned
to do it, but you know what I mean) and forced my back into the mud, she
straddled me and grinned happily.
"Say give and I’ll get off."
I chuckled,"Guess I’ll say anything but, then."
"Ooooh," she laughed,"That’s the worst come-on I’ve ever heard."
It can’t have been that bad, because she didn’t move.
"So," she said, tickling me,"You don’t like Jimi, huh?"
"Stop! Stop!" I laughed,"Jimi’s the greatest!"
She giggled happily, then squawked in surprise as she was spun
about and our positions were reversed, the back of her white dress was
now pressed firmly into the mud.
"Say give and I’ll get off!" I laughed, echoing her.
"Guess I’ll say anything but, then," she replied.
Suddenly our smiles disappeared, replaced by the serious look
that seemingly occurred before every t.v or movie kiss. I leaned forward
and tentatively kissed her… and then she lifted her head up and shoved
her tongue down my throat.
My eyes opened wide and she pulled away, an incredibly cute (and
erotic!) look on her face.
"Wow," I said.
"Wow," she repeated, giggling, lying in the mud with me on top
of her,"You like that, huh?"
I laughed,"I’ve never met anyone like you before in my life!"
She giggled,"How about these?"
She reached up, grabbed the shoulders of her dress and pulled
it down over her large, firm breasts, revealing small, pink nipples.
"Hufffh," I gasped.
"Guess not, huh?" she giggled, then frowned at me, yet still with
that happy glint in her eyes,"Well? Aren’t you going to do something
about my boys? They’re a little cold out here!"
I tentatively, hesitantly lowered my mouth towards her right
breast, tasting it with my lips gently.
"Oh fuck," she muttered as if in disgust,"Do I have to
do everything around here."
She pushed her chest up and suddenly my mouth was engulfing her
titflesh, sucking the pink, erect nipple in between my lips.
"Now that’s more like it," she laughed, stretching her arms over
her head and spreading her legs out, unconsciously making mud-angels as
I sucked on her nipple.
This was working out better than I could have ever expected.

End Part 1/3

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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Eight.

Part 2/3

Gina Hollis’ lawyer finished her closing statement and sat down
with a smug look on her face. Donovan sighed, she had every right to be
confident, she’d already destroyed his case, the closing statement had
been the legal equivalent of kicking a dead horse.
"Mr Prescott," whispered Rosa into his ear,"Please tell me you’ve
got something spectacular planned."
He smiled with a confidence he didn’t have and patted her hand,
it was important she looked like she had trust in her lawyer, it was good
for the jurors.
He stood up and prepared to say his closing statement, one that
had already been totally invalidated by Gina’s lawyer – Ms. Alicia Connors,
fresh out of Harvard and ready to smash through him and any concept of
justice in her quest to make a name for herself.
– Fuck it, – he thought to himself, – May as well take the chance,
I got nothing to lose. -
He pushed his closing statement from his mind, turned around and
picked up a book from his table.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said to the Jury,"Most of you will
recognize the book, I’m fairly certain that you all have a copy in your
homes, maybe even two or three."
He held up the book so they could see it, it was not The Bible, but
Oxford’s Concise Dictionary.
"Let the record show," he said,"That the book in my hand is
Oxford’s Concise Dictionary."
The Judge nodded.
Donovan flipped the book open to a bookmarked page, looked down
at it, then looked back up at the Jury.
"Here’s the way I see it, Motherhood is defined as three things,
First, giving birth to a child. Second, nurturing that child. And third,
caring for and showing an ingrained interest in the well being of said
child."
He snapped The Dictionary shut.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Rosa Sanchez fulfills two out of three
of those requirements, Gina Hollis only fulfills one… The Prosecution
rests."
He walked back and sat down next to Rosa, outwardly calm but with
sweat running down the insides of his arms.

-

Jenna was on all fours, her mud-coated ass pointed up in the air
at me, her firm, saliva coated breasts pressing hard into the mud. She
turned around and looked at me, small, brown streaks of mud were over her
face and her chin was coated in it. She twisted her head about and grinned
at me with bright, white teeth. She spread her legs, revealing pink, shaven
cuntlips that glistened with her own juices (As usual I’d deliberately left
out any instruction to be turned on, although I had also commanded her mind
to feel three times the normal pleasure at erotic, tactile stimulation) as
they waited to be parted by my cock.
Her formerly white dress was now a mud-stained heap of fabric in
one corner of the tent.
"Come on," she giggled,"Before anyone else tries to shelter in
this tent."
"Don’t worry," I said,"This won’t take long."
"Wow, sweep me off my feet, why don’t ya?" she laughed.
Then she groaned as I took my cock in hand and guided it forward,
pressing the hard tip between her cuntlips. She moaned in anticipation
of the fucking I was about to give her.
I grabbed her by the waist, and then without any storm and dance,
lunged forward, thrusting my large cock hard into her hot snatch, my balls
slapping against her clit as I pushed all the way in in one go.
"WOAH!" I cried.
"WHEEE!" she laughed.
Her cunt was incredible, hot and wet and clinging tightly around
my shaft, gripping so tightly after the quick penetration that it felt
like we were joined together.
Jenna giggled happily and arched her back, then her hands slid in
the slick surface and she fell faceforward into the mud. She lay there
for a second, my cock shoved fully into her cunt and her face in the mud,
then she twisted her head to the side and cackled out wild laughter.
As I’d said earlier, her joy was infectious and I found myself
laughing, none of this had been in the script but it just seemed to
capture the fun-loving nature of the show quite well. This would make
for a hell of a film, it’d be a top-seller I was sure.
It was time to get down to business, with a grunt I began to pull
my erect meat out of her, until just my cockhead remained snugly inside
her tight little fuckhole. My dick was glistening with her pussy-juice and
my hips and pubic hair were lightly coated in mud after slamming against
her firm asscheeks. Her cuntlips had pulled out with my shaft, still not
wanting to let go off my cock, and as I shoved back forward her cuntlips
were pushed back into her pussy.
"Ahhhh yes," I moaned, feeling the walls of her cunt clasping
firmly about my prick,"So tight!"
"Hmmm," she moaned happily, her face to the side to keep from
eating the mud,"Nice and big."
I could imagine what was going on in her head, her pleasure,
enhanced by my hypnotic conditioning, would have a heat building up in her
cunt, a giant heat between her thighs that would explode soon into orgasm,
and then when her cunt tugged on my cock as she came, I’d allow myself to
cum as well.
But that was not now, this was now, and now I was plunging my cock
in and out of the horny, mudcoated star’s pussy like a well oiled piston
that fucked her cunt faster and faster, rasping along her clit. My hands
slid up from her smooth, curved hips and pressed against the squashed
flesh of her large breasts, pressing underneath the cool mud and grabbing
the large mounds of titflesh in my hands. They were coated in mud and my
hands slid over her erect nipples easily, making her moan in excitement.
"Yeah! Yeah!" she cried out,"Fuck me, mudman! FUCK ME!"
Her cunt was not only tight but hot, so hot it felt like my cock
was on fire. I continued slamming in and out of her hot, dripping pussy,
my hips smacking against her firm, muddy asscheeks as I felt up her slimy,
squashed breasts. By now I’d found my way around the mam-meat and I was
pinching her erect little nipples between each thumb and forefinger.
She couldn’t help but scream out, not that anyone cared, and every
time I fucked into her cunt my cock would drag along her clit and make her
scream out in pleasure. Shivers of joy and ecstasy seemed to ripple through
her body as my pistoning cock pushed in and out at an ever increasing speed.
I was fucking the mud-coated, celebrity blond like a maniac,
driving my cock into her juicy pussy until my hips would smack loudly
against the wriggling cheeks of her mud-smeared ass. Jenna gripped onto
the mud, struggling for purchase to keep from having her body push forward
and back with each stroke of my cock. Mud squelched up between her fingers
as they dug into the wet ground and she twisted her head about in the mud,
squealing out in pleasure.
She certainly seemed to be loving the hard fucking I was giving
her, and I growled out in excitement as I heard her moans and cries of
ecstasy, I could tell she was close to cumming.
My own grunts were coming quicker and quicker now as I fucked my
meat into her into her harder and harder, I was so totally engrossed
in fucking the hot star that I’d forgotten all about the cameras on us,
all that interesting in me was fucking the hot blond with everything I
had in me.
Jenna spread her legs as wide as she could and pushed her ass back,
which in turned forced her chest and head further down into the mud. My
hands were pressed into the mud by her firm tits and I had to lean forward
as well, so as to get every last inch deep into her cunt.
She sure was a hot fuck, her cunt was hot and tight, firmly clasping
to my cock as I fucked into her again and again and again, fucking the
beautiful star of Dharma & Greg eagerly.
She threw her juicy little snatch back at me with everything
she had, her muddied ass banging against my hips as her cunt eagerly
sucked in every inch of my thick cock. My hands squeezed her tits as
I began pulling her body back against my own every time I thrusted forward,
fucking her dripping, eager slit and pounding every last inch of my cock
deep into her.
I could tell from her squeals and cries of pleasure that she was
close to cumming, and so decided to let go myself, hoping to shoot my
sperm into her at about the same time she came.
"AHHH FUCK!!!" I cried, my body stiffened and my cock seemed to
swell up and then it jerked up hard as cum erupted up out of my balls. I
slammed every inch I could into her tight cunt and released my control.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a low moan
of happiness, shooting several thick strands of milky sperm up into her
cunt.
Jenna screamed as she felt my hot load spraying against the
walls of her cunt and then she came too. A hot rush of pussyfluid burst
out as she came, pressing against my cock and creating a nice, warm bath
as the trapped juices collected up, unable to get past the cuntplug that
was my cock.
After cumming inside of her, and as she lay in a panting, groaning
heap in the mud I pulled back slightly, feeling her cum begin to flow out
through the gaps between my cock and her cunt. I pushed back in and then
out again, fucking her a few more times before pulling my shaft out of her
gushing snatch and dropping to my knees.
She didn’t have the strength to stay up, and the last part of her
not coated in mud collapsed to the ground, her still slowly leaking pussy
pressing into the mud and cooling down her cunt.
I dropped onto my back and lay there, my half-hard cock vainly
trying to keep from dropping onto one of my thighs. I panted harshly,
reveling in post-orgasmic happiness, and then it came to me, as most
of my ‘revelations’ do, my greatest moments of clarity being after sex.
– What if it WAS my idea to do that to Bart? -

-

"Just what is the problem here?" asked The Judge.
"I don’t see any problem here," Donovan replied,"There was nothing
wrong with my closing."
"There was everything wrong with it!" snapped Alicia,"Forgettng
for a second that he basically claimed that my client doesn’t care for
her child…."
"She doesn’t," Donovan replied,"We’ve got tapes proving that."
"None of which are allowed in this case!" snapped Alicia,"And
therefore have no relevance in this case."
"Oh for fucks sake!" snapped Donovan,"Don’t you get it? it’s not
just about law, it’s about justice!"
"Hold it," muttered The Judge,"Before we start a debate over
the law, let’s hear what else Ms. Connors has to say."
"Mr. Prescott," she said coldly, making mister sound like a dirty
word,"Lied in his closing statement."
"I did no such thing!" replied Donovan with a frown.
"He claimed that the dictionary stated a certain definition of
Motherhood, which is true, but then read out a completely different
definition."
"Is this true?" asked The Judge, staring at Donovan sternly,"If
so, misleading the Jury is a serious offense…."
Donovan held up his hands.
"Judge, I never claimed that the definition of motherhood I
gave was from The Dictionary."
The Judge raised an eyebrow.
"You did so!" cried Alicia in self-reighteous indignation,"We
can go back to the transcripts…"
"Go ahead," replied Donovan, unperturbed,"You’ll find that I made
no claim to be reading from The Dictionary, in fact my exact words were,
and I quote :

Here’s the way I see it, Motherhood is defined as three things,
First, giving birth to a child. Second, nurturing that child. And third,
caring for and showing an ingrained interest in the well being of said
child."

He smiled,"Here’s the way I see it, not here’s the way the Oxford
Concise Dictionary defines it."
"But you were holding a Dictionary in your hand!" cried Alicia.
"Yes," said Donovan, pretending not to see the connection,"So?"
"Your honor," she snapped, turning back to The Judge,"The actual
Oxford Dictionary gives several definitions of Motherhood, many of them
are actually beneficial to my client, such as ‘a mammal that breastfeeds
it’s young.’"
"Yes," said The Judge,"But Mr. Prescott never claimed to be
reading that definition."
"But by his example and his actions he misled The Jury into
believing he did so!"
"Then what do you suggest?" asked The Judge,"The Jury are still
deliberating after all."
"If they come back with a verdict against my client," she said,"I
want you to declare a mistrial."
Donovan snorted in contempt, The Judge sighed.
"You can’t have it both ways, Ms. Connors, the Jury’s decision
will be final."
"But Your Honor…."
"That’s it, Ms. Connors," warned The Judge,"You’ve already gotten
rid of damaging evidence against your client, you can’t cry foul when
your opponent exploits the system in the same manner you have."
The phone rang, and all eyes went to it.
The Judge picked it up, nodded and thanked whoever it was on
the other end.
"Besides, it may prove to be academic, The Jury has reached a
verdict."

-

Driving home after I’d decided to film the final scene with Jenna,
in which Zoltar (known as Bill) seems to disappear, I wondered about what
had come to me after cumming.
I’d gotten all the film and deprogrammed Jenna and the crew,
sending the events into their subconscious and convincing everyone that
I’d had to turn down the role due to a busy schedule, and they’d decided
against doing the episode (I’d already put this into the minds of the
absent actors), this was a Dharma & Greg which would only be seen by a
select audience.
What if I was creating a conspiracy where there was none? I
hadn’t told the two thugs to do anything to Bart’s genitalia, but perhaps
it had been in the subtext of what I’d said, hiding in the context. I
hadn’t sent them to Chicago, but I had told them to make themselves
scarce from the area. What if the urge to move away had come to them? I’d
told them to distance themselves from me and they knew my main workplaces
were L.A and New York, and that I’d never worked in Chicago. What if this
had created a subconscious urge they couldn’t explain to move to the
Chicago Branch of The Organization?
This was scary.
"Have I let my own subconscious take control?" I said out loud,
dreading the thought. I’d always been in control before, but what if
my anger at Bart over being placed in such a dangerous position where
my activities could have been publicly exposed had made me unconsciously
send a message to my two hypnotized hitmen to take my revenge on the poor
bastard.
There was only one way to find out for sure, I’d have to hypnotize
myself.

-

"Have you reached a verdict, Ladies and Gentlemen of The
Jury?" asked The Judge.
"We have, your honor," said the Foreperson.
"How find you?"
"In the case of Gina Hollis versus Rosa Sanchez for the custody
of Kimberly Hollis, we find against the defendant, Gina Hollis, and award
full custody to Rosa Sanchez."
Rosa gasped out in joyous disbelief, Gina cursed loudly and
Alicia lowered her head, frowning bitterly.
"We thank you for your time," The Judge told the Jury, hiding
his own satisfaction behind an impassive gaze,"You are released from
your duties and may return to your homes."
Donovan let out a hiss of satisfaction and turned to be embraced
roughly by the excited Rosa, who was thanking him, thanking him thanking
him.
"Calm down, Rosa," he laughed,"Go home, see your baby."
She laughed, realising it was true, Kimberly was hers now, not
just in the eyes of Justice, but in the eyes of the Law.
She hugged him again, then quickly rushed out of The Courtroom,
eager to get to her parents where Kimberly was currently staying and
take her home.
Alicia forced a smile and shook Donovan’s hand, he had to fight
an urge to cringe back at her touch, much like her it was cold.
"Congratulations, Mr. Prescott," she said, pretending she didn’t
care about losing her first case,"Admirably done."
He ignored the sarcasm, returned to his own.
"I just couldn’t match your level."
Her grin widened even as her eyes seemed to darken, then she
turned away, found herself facing Gina, who looked furious.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now, huh?" she snapped,"I’ll
have to keep fucking working now!"
"Calm down," whispered Alicia,"Not here."
"You can forget me getting Julio to hook you up for free anymore,
you useless bitch!" snarled Gina as the Courtroom emptied. Donovan was
also going, but was close enough to hear the last, he sighed.
– So that’s why she took the case pro bono, – he thought, – If
I remember correctly, Julio is the name of the Heroin dealer on those
tapes that got barred. -
He really couldn’t be fucked dealing with a whore and a junkie
lawyer right now, he had bigger fish to fry.
He had to see Andy Kimble.



The Next Day.

I listened to the tape, not sure what I wanted to hear.
I’d hypnotized myself to fall into a trance during my sleep,
to be susceptible to my voice and my voice only. Then, before bed, I’d
taped a number of questions and set them to play back an hour after I
went to sleep. Another tape would tape both the questions, and my own
answers.
I listened now, actually hoping to discover a conspiracy was
against me, and that my own subconscious wasn’t beginning to creep into
my hypnotic conditioning.
"Speak the words," came my voice on tape.
"Bubbalicious," came my own voice in reply, repeating the key
phrase I’d ordered myself to state if I was in a trance.

Q : Are you The Celebrity Hypnotist?
A : Yes.
Q : Did you have Bart Rice beaten up and mutilated?
A : Yes.
Q : Why?
A : To protect myself.
Q : What did you have done to him?
A : I had his throat crushed and slit, his tongue cut away, his
thumbs and fingers removed and his toes crushed.
Q : What did you want done to him?
A hesitation.
A : I wanted to make the fucker hurt!

I sighed, my voice was filled with hate, anger and vitriol. Then
the voice on the tape continued.

A : I wanted him to learn no one fucks with me! I wanted him
to realize that if anyone crosses me, they pay the fucking price for it!

The rest of the tape was the hiss.
This was a problem, I’d always considered myself in control of
my own baser urges and desires, but it seemed some of them were slipping
out.
"Not a problem," I muttered to myself, something I’d been doing
more and more often now,"I can deal with this."
Indeed, I’d have to take a week off, but after a week of self
hypnosis and strong mental conditioning, I was confident I could once
more take total control over my subconscious. I felt sorry for Bart, I’d
see if maybe there was something I could do for him on the sly, maybe get
a plastic surgeon in, but that, too, would have to wait.
But first things first, I’d have to destroy both this tape and
the original with the questions. No evidence could remain of my self
induced confession.

-

Andy sighed.
"Okay, Prescott" he said,"Could you say that again."
"Dave Hollaway wasn’t insane," repeated Donovan,"In point of
fact, everything he said was true."
Andy sighed again, rubbed his eyes slightly.
"I’m beginning to think that whatever Dave had was catching,
because you sound just as nuts."
"This is Calvin Hunter," said Donovan, introducing his companion.
"Hunter, eh? You changed that name to get the chicks, didn’t you?
Come on, admit it."
Calvin grinned.
"Stop trying to stall us with jokes," replied Donovan,"Detective
Kimble, you knew Rob Anderson, and you also knew Dave Hollaway, for a
long time. You’re a detective, did you ever see any signs of mental
instability in Hollaway like you found in his apartment?"
Andy frowned.
"I don’t have to sit through this," he growled,"Come into my
fucking station house and…."
"You just don’t want to admit it’s true," said Donovan, over-riding
him,"Because you don’t want to believe that higher-ups in the system
you work to protect could be so corrupt."
"You’re saying," muttered Andy,"That the D.A is part of Dave’s
‘Organization’?"
"That’s exactly what I’m saying," replied Donovan,"And we think
we’ve found a way to get at this Organization."
"There is no fucking Organization!" snapped Andy,"Dave was a
fucking freak, a murdering psycho who pulled the wool over all of our
eyes!"
"With all due respect," replied Calvin,"My client has been a
victim of this Organization."
"And I’ve got original copies of details Rob got before his death
from Gary Cole’s jailcell," said Donovan.
"Cole? The Celebrity Rapist?"
"Yeah, it’s a tell-all journal Cole kept in jail, telling about
three of his victims, Demi Moore, Gillian Anderson and his attempt on
Teri Hatcher, which is what got him in jail…. it also mentions this
same Organization."
"So Rob showed the documents to Dave, it fed into Dave’s
sicko fantasies and he put it in his."
"Rob never saw Dave after getting the documents," replied Donovan
with a small smile,"It was the first that Rob knew off the documents, he
only made two stops between the jail and the preceint where he was killed,
and that was at my office to give me the original documents, then at
Demi Moore’s place in New York, where she was staying at the time."
"Shit," muttered Andy, lowering his head,"Fuck it," he looked up,
having reached a decision,"What do we do?"
"First, we take the evidence to a Judge we know we can trust,
then we see if we can’t get a warrant for the arrest both for the D.A,
and this so-called Celebrity Hypnotist."



The Following Week.

Kevin was enjoying himself.
"You enjoying this whole impeachment debacle?" I asked.
"If the fucker doesn’t learn to pay," replied Kevin,"Then he
becomes the first impeached President ever."
I sighed, it had been interesting to note a slight change in
my attitude since my self-hypnosis had begun. I’d become more like I’d
been three or four years ago, the dark thoughts and desires that my
subconscious had fostered were gone, not repressed but pushed out through
darkly violent dreams that had forced me to face my own inner demons.
I’d become the controlled, masterful Celebrity Hypnotist again,
totally assured of my control and superiority, but respectful of the
abilities of others. I’d never realized how much my mindset had changed,
how my own desires had been taking control over my actions, thoughts and
ideas. I planned to continue the self-hypnosis, it would only help to
reinforce the once again iron-clad control I had over my subconscious
desires.
It was good to be back.
"If he still won’t pay, can you really get two thirds of the
votes?" I asked, knowing the answer but also knowing how important it
was to let him think his way of thinking was a mystery to me.
"We couldn’t get them ourselves," replied Kevin,"But the majority
of The Republicans will vote against him even if irrefutable evidence that
oral sex isn’t sex turned up, we can get the rest and twelve democrats
would be a doddle…. but he’ll pay, believe me, he’ll pay."
I nodded, pretending interest. If I was Head I would have just
threatened Chelsea and got the money within a month, or else she would
have been in a terrible ‘accident’. Still, Kevin, much like Phil before
him, enjoyed playing and toying with people, even at the expense of
getting payment.
"By the way, your Dharma & Greg has received rave reviews and
calls for a sequel," he said,"People loved the Woodstock angle, especially
some of our older clients."
"I don’t do sequels," I replied,"Not for at least a year, anyway."
He nodded, he was fine with that.
"Anyway," he said,"We got another Assignment, we were going to
give it to one of our younger guys, it seemed to fit in more with his
style… but I think you’re probably the best guy to pull this one off."
"Difficult?"
"It has possibilities, doing it the other way will require the
target’s discretion without any kind of enforcement from us."
"And you don’t think it’s likely?"
"One of them would keep discreet, we get the feeling the other
might actually brag about it."
"A threesome?"
"Yeah, it’s a beach theme."
"Who is it?"
"Carmen Elektra and Jenny McCarthy," he said with a wide smile.
"I’ll do it," I said instantly.

End Part 2/3

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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Eight.

Part 3/3

The D.A walked into his office and stopped.
"Hi," said Kimble.
"Chief Kimble," said the D.A – Archie Deacon – looking back at his
temporary secretary, Janet Willis, who was replacing his regular, who had
called in sick unexpectedly,"I didn’t know you were here," he glanced
meaningfully at Janet, who was supposed to tell him if someone was here.
She shrugged apologetically.
"Close the door," said Andy,"We’ve gotta talk."
The D.A did so, wondering to himself just what the hell was going
on here.
"The Organization sent me," said Andy.
"What are you talking about?" he snapped,"Organization?"
"You know," said Andy with a grin,"The Organization you recently
joined."
"The only Organization I’m a member of is the NAACP," replied
the D.A,"You must be mistaken."
"What? You think I’m wearing a wire?" asked Andy, standing up,"You
wanna check me out?"
"I’ve got no reason to be worried about any wires," replied The
D.A,"Why would you need one?"
"I don’t," said Andy,"I’ve been sent to warn you about a problem
with a lawyer looking into Dave Hollaway’s death."
"Dave Hollaway was killed in a gunbattle with two police officers,
you should know that," replied The D.A.
"This lawyer," replied Andy, as if Archie had said nothing,"Has
also uncovered the identity of The Organization’s top supplier, their
Hypnotist."
He said a name.
Deacon’s eyes widened at the name told to him by the man who’d
initiated him into The Organization.
"How?" he asked,"Who is this lawyer?"
"Donovan Prescott," said Andy,"And if he can get ahold of this
man, he just may be able to uncover the entire sordid Organization, from
the very top down to the bottom. He could get not just The Head, but you
and me as well."
"Shit!" snapped Deacon,"I was assured when I joined The
Organization that we were untraceable!"
"We are, because we’re always informed," said Andy,"And we can
cover our tracks."
"Like I helped you cover over Hollaway’s tracks," said Deacon
with a grin.
"Exactamundo," said Kimble,"We need to get rid of any evidence
at your home or in this office, anything that might be used to prove the
existence of The Organization."
"I’ve only got the film of Julia Roberts, Cindy Crawford and
Richard Gere from the archives, as well as that new one with Jenna Elfman
and Thomas Gibson."
"Get them," replied Andy,"And hurry."
"Damn," muttered Deacon,"I really enjoyed that latest film, I
can’t wait to get the next one. I know the Organization is really in it
for power and prestige, and I’ll take that too, but I love all that
free celebrity sex you get with it."
"I know what you mean," laughed Andy.
Deacon opened his wall-safe and took the films out, he went to
hand them to Andy, who stepped back.
"What?" asked Deacon.
"Don’t want to get my fingerprints on them," replied Andy, and
then the doors burst open and several men brandishing weapons with badges
showing entered the room. Behind them Janet Willis – Donovan Prescott’s
secretary – continued to hold the open line on the intercom opened, and
everything was being put down on tape.
Andy grinned,"Archibald Deacon, I’m placing you under arrest."

-

"Oh hey," said Jenny,"What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," said Carmen,"But I guess I
know, did you get a call about a Singled Out special?"
"Yeah," replied Jenny, she grinned,"The guy organizing it actually
ended up chatting with me for a couple of hours if you can believe it!" she
sighed,"Best conversation I’ve had with a man since moving out here."
"Tell me about it," laughed Carmen,"I don’t know if it was the
same guy, but I was on for a couple of hours with the organizer too… I
guess when they can’t stare at your tits the conversation improves."
Both women had been phoned by me, of course, and I’d created
the situation in their own minds of a Singled Out special on the beach,
but when they’d gotten here they found the place to be empty.
It was a sweltering day, and below the concrete overlook the
beach was packed. The overlook itself was deserted of course, the hotel
where the series was filmed was closed for the day for ‘bug spraying’ and
they were alone, standing by the beautiful clear waters of the pool.
Jenny McCarthy was wearing sandals, short, tight denim shorts and
a red bikini showing off her ample cleavage. She also wore a short sleeved
Hawaiian shirt more suited to her former co-star. She was wearing ordinary
sunglasses and had her hair swept back behind her ears.
Carmen Elektra was wearing much the same, but she had no shirt on
and her black bikini snugly clasped to her large, tanned breasts. Rather
than shorts, she had a tight, lycra skirt that came down just below her
ass, revealing a great deal of long, sexy tanned legs. She wore plastic
sunglasses you could get at any gas station with 20 bucks worth of petrol,
white frames with dark lenses.
"It’s hot," Carmen said,"If this guy doesn’t show up soon I’m
outta here."
"I don’t know," replied Jenny,"I might take a dip in the pool."
"You got a costume?"
"Nah, but the sun will dry my clothes soon enough."
She slipped her shirt off and dropped it to the sizzling white
concrete, kicked off her sandals and dropped her sunglasses to the ground,
then walked down the steps into the pool.
"Hmmm," she smiled,"The water’s nice."
Carmen grinned, looking about,"You know, this is nice, usually
when I came to the set, the 50 idiots we’d gotten to be on spent every
second ogling me and trying to hide erections… it’s nice to have some
peace and quiet."
"Tell me about it," said Jenny with a smile,"How do you think
they’d react down there," she waved towards the overlook to the beach,
where far below people were enjoying the sun and surf,"If they knew we
were up here?"
Carmen laughed, kicking off her own sandals and stepping into
the pool down to her waist,"The guys would all come rushing up here with
plans to seduce and ravish us, then get all tongue tied and embarrassed
the second they got within thirty feet."
Jenny giggled,"Yeah, there’d be some shuffling of feet, then
they’d lift their heads enough to see our tits, then go home and brag
about how they fucked us raw."
Carmen looked about, then reached behind her back and unclasped
the bikini, throwing it up onto the concrete. Her large, firm breasts
were exposed, a light sheen of sweat on them.
"Huh? what are you doing?" asked Jenny, surprised.
"Sorry," said Carmen, her eyes unreadable from behind her cheap
sunglasses,"I love swimming in the nude, the water feels so good against
my skin, and I hardly ever get to do it anymore…. you don’t mind, do
you?"
"Nah, it’s fine," replied Jenny,"It’s nothing I haven’t seen
before."
Carmen laughed,"It’s nothing no one hasn’t seen before!"
Jenny rolled her eyes in commiseration, it was something she
understood only too well.
They were both two of the more famous Playboy Playmates of recent
years, they’d spun their appearances in the classiest of the ‘skin mags’
into t.v shows and movie guest shots. They were heardly ‘stars’ in
the classical sense of the term, they’d never win Oscars, or even an
Emmy, but they were instantly recognizable around the world, something
that an actress like, say, Cate Blanchett couldn’t boast.
Carmen shimmied her way out of the lycra skirt, flinging the
now wet material to the concrete, where steam would soon be rising as
the sun baked the surface.
"Keep it trim, huh?" Jenny asked, seeing that Carmen’s pubic
hair was trimmed to a small rectangle over her vaginal lips, which were
shaven.
"Yeah," replied Carmen,"And it’s a pain in the ass!"
Jenny laughed,"Tell me about it, it’s worse than shaving your
legs."
"Depending on if you use a blade or an electronic razor," giggled
Carmen.
"Ooooh! You naughty girl," laughed Jenny.
"I gets it where I can!"
"So tell me, what’s Dennis like in bed?" the blond asked her.
"Haaaa," replied Carmen, making that odd little half-amused,
half embarrassed noise we make when someone touches on a sensitive subject,
then she replied,"Interesting."
"Okay," laughed Jenny,"I’ll keep my big fat face out of it."
"Pfffppph! Like you’ve got any fat on you!"
"I’m getting a little chunky round the waist and butt," replied
Jenny.
"LIAR!" laughed Carmen, doing a small breaststroke through the
water, relishing the flow of the water over her naked body,"Your skinny
as a hoe."
"Who you calling a ho?" laughed Jenny.
Carmen was now in the water next to Jenny, both of them submerged
down to their necks.
"The only fat you got is here," laughed Carmen and reached out,
grabbing Jenny’s tits.
"HEY!" cried Jenny, still with a smile on her face.
"Oh but they’re so nice," laughed Carmen.
"Imagine if the paparazzi got a picture of this?" said Jenny,
not making anything of the fact that Carmen’s hands were still on Jenny’s
breasts,"I can see the Headlines now!"
"Fuck the paparazzi, for once they’re not around to misinterpret
and sensationalize everything that we do, say or appear to think…. we
could do anything in this pool and nobody would ever know."
"What do you have in mind?" Jenny asked, her face a little more
serious now, her face also growing slowly, inexorably closer to Carmen’s.
"Anything at all," replied Carmen, she reached up and removed her
glasses, her eyes staring into Jenny’s,"Maybe like this."
She leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against Jenny’s,
who responded by kissing back lightly.
Enough was enough, it was time to get into the action.
I’d been there the entire time, of course, standing right by the
pool and watching them, my eyes crawling over Carmen Elektra’s hot, naked
body and Jenny McCarthy’s near naked one. I’d conditioned them to not
see me until I said a certain word. I could have walked right inbetween
them, shoved my face in theirs or breathed in their faces and they would
have never known, their minds actively misinterpreting the information
so that their brains ignored me.
"Papretzo," I said, loud enough to be heard.
The two had broken their kiss, were discussing it. Carmen was
trying to shrug it off as a joke, but Jenny replied by reaching out and
circling her arm around the Playmate’s waist, then drawing her forward
and kissing her with a bit more passion, their large breasts pressing
against each other.
"Oh Wow!" I cried.
The two broke apart instantly, looking around and seeing me
standing there. I was wearing knee length blue shorts and an open,
flowery shirt with no undershirt. They did not see me as who I was,
but as a relatively young, tanned man.
"Who the fuck are you?" cried Jenny.
"I’m…. I’m….. I’m Tony Furlough!" he cried.
"Shit!" cried Carmen,"You’re the guy we talked to on the phone
last night!"
"Yeah, uh," I ran a hand through my long hair (I was wearing a
wig) and looked worried,"Sorry I’m late, I can go away and come back later
if you want."
Jenny turned to look at Carmen, smiling at her.
"You thinking what I’m thinking?" she asked.
"Definitely!" laughed Carmen.
They swam forward to the edge of the pool, where I stood, then
grabbed me by the ankles.
"HEY!" I cried, then I was plunging into the pool, and they were
diving down low after me, grabbing at my clothes and trying to pull them
off.
I didn’t resist.

-

"This is just incredible!" said the skinny man, running a hand
through his short hair in a nervous gesture that was beginning to get on
Donovan’s nerves.
"In what way?" Donovan asked.
"I’m sorry?"
"He means," said Calvin,"Do you find the tape itself incredible,
or just the fucking."
On screen, Thomas Gibson was slamming his hips against Jenna
Elfman’s mud splattered ass.
"Well sure, she’s hot," replied the skinny guy, rubbing his glasses
with his shirt,"But no, it’s the tape that’s fascinating."
"Why?" asked Donovan.
"Well, it’s a copy, but still of incredible quality," came the
reply. The guy was Seymour Allen, an eccentric tape/film expert, able
to authenticate or dismiss any kind of fake, he wasn’t very respected by
his peers and was known to be a loose cannon in the industry (which made
him about as exciting as a librarian in Donovan’s opinion) but no one
doubted his credentials or ability, even if he wasn’t the first person
most lawyers went to.
"Now I’ve enhanced and scanned Gibson’s face," said Seymour, and
I’ve noted some incredibly fine irregularities, most people would never
see it…. the technology to do this," he chuckled and again his hand
brushed through his hair,"The tech required to do this doesn’t exist as
far as I know."
"What are you saying?" asked Calvin.
"I’m saying that’s not Thomas Gibson," replied Seymour,"It is
Jenna Elfman, but the head and body of Gibson are faked, constructed over
someone else."
"Our CH?" Donovan remarked quietly to Calvin, who nodded back.
"I don’t know about that," said Seymour,"But the body type has
been adjusted, the exposed eyes and skin not covered by the wig and hair
has been altered to Gibson’s by whoever has access to this remarkable
technology."
"What about the Julia Roberts/Cindy Crawford/Richard Gere one?"
asked Donovan.
"Well, I get the feeling the Dharma & Greg one might have been
slightly rushed," said Seymour,"This one, I can’t find any flaws in it."
"So it’s real, it’s really them?"
"I didn’t say that," replied Seymour,"In fact, the fact that there
are no flaws indicates that it’s a fake."
"Why’s that?"
"Any tape you have, there’s lighting to take into account, certain
intrinsic flaws in the film itself and you’ll get a couple of flaws that
can be discounted by any expert. Now in this film you find those flaws
in Julia and Cindy, but Richard is picture perfect."
"Perfect? No flaws at all?"
"Yeah, which is theoretically possible, but since Cindy and Julia
have flaws, Richard should have them too, but he doesn’t… because he’s
been constructed over the real guy."
"Seymour, anyone ever tell you you’re a legend," said Calvin with
a grin.
"Hell," laughed Seymour,"I’m fucking mythical and you know it!" he
hesitated,"Ummm, can I keep a copy of these?…. strictly for technical
purposes you know!?"
Donovan grinned.
"Sorry, Mr Allen, that’s evidence."
Seymour looked crestfallen, but Donovan didn’t notice, he had what
he wanted, and he was going to drag this entire fucking Organization down
if it was the last thing he did.

-

Jenny McCarthy watched with a sly grin on her face as Carmen
wrapped her arms around my neck, slid her legs past my hips and lowered
her ass down, my cock impaling her cunt and pressing up into her tight,
pink pussy.
Jenny slid a hand down to her crotch and began to rub
her increasingly wet, juicy pussy through the front of her tight jeans.
She watched as Carmen began squirming her cunt around on my rockhard
cock, which I began to slide in and out of her cunt, meeting her own
circling hips as she raised and lowered her ass.
Jenny watched in rising excitement as her fellow Playmate began
to moan and jerk her eager cunt up and down over my erection. Her cunt
was tightly gripping onto my cock, her pussy seeming to suck my cock up
into her, rasping along her clit and making her moan in excitement.
"Fuck this for a joke," Jenny said, and began to pull her shorts
off, eager to join in on the fun.
My eyes moved down to her beautiful, tanned breasts and before
I knew it I was sucking on them, taking one erect nipple into my mouth
and flicking it with my tongue, lightly biting at the firm titflesh with
my teeth. My cock pushed in and out of her cunt, creating small surges
of water in and out of her cunt, I imagined her cunt must have felt
particularly full each time I shoved every inch up into her willing
snatch, trapping the water inside.
A hand grabbed my shoulder, I turned my head and found myself
staring up and down Jenny McCarthy’s naked body.
Sure I’d seen the Playboy pics and I’d seen the video centerfolds,
but seeing her naked in the flesh was different. Her large, firm breasts,
her glorious blonde hair spilling over that beautiful face, the curve of
her hips and the trimmed and shaven pussy, it was all ten times better in
person.
"Move back where it’s shallow," she said, and I eagerly did as I
was told. We moved back to the steps, Carmen continuing to fuck up and
down onto my cock as we did so. I lowered my ass down to the third step
and lay back, Carmen now straddling me as I lay at an angle, causing the
edge of my cock to rasp up and down along her clit and send shivers of
pleasure throughout her body. I rested my head on the uppermost step
that was still underwater, the tips of my ears remained in the water, but
most of my face was now exposed to the air.
With that same happy grin, Jenny straddled my face and lowered
her hot, dripping cunt down onto my mouth.
"You know what to do," said Jenny, and actually clapped several
times when she felt my tongue slide up between her pink pussylips and
lap at the growing juices inside,"Yeah! That’s it, suck me! suck me and
fuck Carmen good!"
"No worries there," laughed Carmen as she bounced up and down
on my cock, grinding her cunt against the base of my prick,"This guy is
an incredible fuck!"
She spread her thighs in an attempt to get every last possible
inch crammed up her fuckhole and began to massage and play with her
large tits, staring into Jenny’s eyes.
I found myself staring up the curved ass of Jenny McCarthy as she
rubbed her cunt into my mouth and nose, it was a particularly nice view
I had to admit. I was enjoying eating out her snatch, I hoped to make her
cum, it made for a beautiful image on film and I quite enjoyed the taste.
Jenny leaned forward and began to suck on Carmen’s nipples, unable
to resist the tasty morsel being presented to her as Carmen slid them up
and down and squashed them against each other. She was loving having her
cunt eaten out by this guy as he fucked Carmen’s tight pussy, and was
particularly enjoying sucking on her magnificent breasts.
"AHHH SHIT YEAH!" squealed Carmen as she slammed her hips up and
down, hunching down to get as much of my fucking cock deep into her
tightly gripping, clasping cunt,"That’s it, Tommy! Shove it in, cram that
cock into me now!"
I couldn’t have told her my name was supposed to be Tony if I
wanted to, what with Jenny McCarthy’s cunt grinding against my face, but
I didn’t really care. If anything it reinforced my own anonymity, which
was good.
"Suck me, Terence!" cried Jenny, releasing Carmen’s spit and
sweat covered breasts for a second, bouncing up and down on my hips,"Eat
me out, lick up my juices!"
This was really getting to me, one beautiful woman on my cock and
another on my face, cunts pressed against my hips and my mouth, my tongue
plunging in and out of Jenny’s cunt while my cock slammed in and out of
Carmen’s pussy, it was all too much.
My hands reached up and grabbed onto Jenny’s hot asscheeks,
pulling her down so that her cunt was pushed hard against my mouth, I
lifted my hips up and pushed every last little inch of my cock as deep
into Carmen’s cunt as I was able. I managed to keep my tongue moving
at a different speed and rate to my cock, which meant that Jenny and Carmen
were crying out and moaning in pleasure at different intervals, causing
an almost never-ending crescendo of erotic sound, two different beautiful
women approaching orgasm because of me.
The taste and smell of Jenny’s hot pussy, put together with the
hot, wet grip of Carmen’s eager cunt was stimulating my senses to such
an extreme degree that I could feel the climax coming, cum was boiling up
within my balls, ready to explode out. My hips began to thrust up and
down, slamming my cock into Carmen’s cunt as my tongue raced up and down
between Jenny’s cuntlips, then plunged up between them and made a small
funnel through which I sucked her building juices.
All three of us were moaning and screaming loudly, my cries muffled
by Jenny’s cunt. Carmen cried out as she felt cum explode up from my nuts
and out of my cock, shooting deep into her quivering cunt.
"AH FUCK!" she squealed, grabbed Jenny by the back of the neck and
pulled her forward, passionately kissing the other woman as she ground her
cunt down onto my cock and came as well, her juices mixing with some of the
still trapped water and my own sperm. I continued fucking into her and
her juices began to spill out as she slid her tongue over Jenny’s, sucking
on it and driving Jenny wild.
Ms. McCarthy came too, thrusting her own tongue into Carmen’s wet,
warm mouth as her pussy creamed into my face, running out over my cheeks
and down into the water, much of it escaping my mouth as I tried to eat
it all up.
My prick continued to jerk and throb even after cumming, and I
was groaning in pleasure, even the dull ache of pain feeling good in my
shaft. Her cunt was tight and gripping around my meat, seemingly sucking
on my dick as she continued to ride up and down, still kissing Jenny as
her orgasm wound down. She slid from side to side, making small circles
around the length of my fuckmeat, grinding her twat against the base of
my cock.
Meanwhile, Jenny was doing much the same, the only difference
being that it was my tongue in her cunt, rather than my cock. Her clit
was buzzing madly from her orgasm and one finger was rubbing it furiously
as she kissed and tongued Carmen Elektra’s mouth. Heat seemed to be
riding throughout her system, especially in her breasts where her erect
nipples were lightly buzzing and achingly erect.
I knew what she needed and gave it to her, pulling my tongue out
of her gripping cunt and giving her a series of caresses and rubs with
my tongue over her clitoris, running it back and forth and sending what
felt like electric pulses throughout her cunt, driving her wild and making
her buck and twist this way and that, defying the sweat pouring off her
body as the California sun beat down upon us. I didn’t like it that hot
and was looking forward to getting back to New York, but L.A had it’s
obvious advantages.
Carmen bent forward, her cunt was still gripping tightly to my
cock as she kissed Jenny and began to feel up her large, sweating breasts,
glowing in the after-effects of her cum and feeling on top of the world.
My cock was beginning to loose it’s hardness and with a sigh
I felt Jenny and Carmen slowly pull off me and slide into the pool, kissing
and rubbing up and down against each other. I lay on my back, my now
limp cock laying against my stomach, and closed my eyes, relaxing for a
little while.
A few minutes later I dragged myself from the pool and staggered
to the overlook, where a camera sat waiting. I picked it up (like I had
been and was again now, the camera was invisible to Carmen and Jenny) and
took a large number of photos of the two of them for my own personal
collection. Then I pulled my soaking clothes from the pool and lay them
down on the hot concrete, I lay down next to them and fell asleep, drying
off. If all went according to plan (and it would) when I woke up the
two of them would be gone, and by next week any lasting memory of this
encounter would be as a barely remembered dream.
It was good to be back in action by myself, in control and running
the show again.
I didn’t think anything could possibly go wrong now.

-

By the following week I felt even more confident, the film was
a huge success and Kevin’s decision of me over the young worker had been
justified. I sat back and relaxed, wondering who I would do next, it
was now a matter of course that I was the man once again.

-

"Okay," said Andy, walking along with the other officers,"He’s
a celebrity, but that doesn’t get him any special treatment, if he gives
us any trouble or tries to run, knock him to the ground and cuff him,
understand?"
"No problem, sir," replied Officer Brody, one of his best and
most trusted men.

-

I was getting ready to watch some t.v, I picked up the remote
and was about to push the button when the doorbell rang.
"Now who the fuck could that be?" I said to myself.

-

The door opened and Andy showed his badge.
"Sir," he said,"I’m Detective Andrew Kimble."
"Yes?" said the man, seemingly not sure if a joke was perhaps
being play on him."
"I’m placing you under arrest," said Andy.
"What?" cried the man,"Is this a fucking joke?"
"No joke, sir," said Andy,"Please come with us."

-

Calvin’s client looked at the lineup, all men of similar size,
shape and build. Her eyes crossed over each one, all of them looked
pissed off or disapproving.
"Well?" asked Andy.
She gave a little gasp, her eyes widened and her hand came up to
her mouth. Donovan felt a thrill of relief and vindication rush through
him.
"That’s him," said Daphne Zuniga,"Number five, that’s the man who
came into my house and had sex with me against my will."
"Book him," said Andy with a grin
It had begun.



End Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Eight.

Hope you enjoyed the story, the next three chapters will be the
‘Trial Trilogy’ and will feature flashbacks similar to the last two
chapters. If you want to make a suggestion for a possible celebrity
to appear in either these or future chapters, see below for details.
If you want to request a missing part of this story, a previous
chapter of the series of another story, send e-mail to me at :

[email protected]

Where you can also make compliments, complaints or requests (really,
you can!)

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 :

[email protected]

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 Heather Locklear
Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Love Hewitt
Helen Hunt Debbe Dunning
Faith Ford Patricia Richardson
Mary Hart Sarah Michelle Gellar
Tea Leoni Neve Campbell
Jenna Elfman Jenny McCarthy
Carmen Elektra

And send no requests for Fran Drescher please, that
would just be wrong!

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