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If you've read all previous chapters, skip this next section :
The Celebrity Hypnotist (The CH) is a celebrity whose identity
has so far remained secret. He works for a powerful organization known
only as The Organization that includes as it's members Celebrities,
Politicians and other dignitaries from America and all around the world.
Recently The Head of this Organization (known as The Head) was
killed in a bizarre murder/suicide which you probably read about in the
news and was replaced by Kevin Spacey, who used to work as a 'producer'
for The Organization. The CH was being blackmailed by a man named Bart
Rice into letting him into his sexual escapades, after several of these
encounters The CH had Bart beaten and rendered incapable of communicating.
Bart's genitalia were also mutilated, which The CH did not order,
he sets about to discover who ordered this done and discovers it was
himself, acting upon his own subconscious rage at Bart's intrusion into
his life. He then sets about on a mission of self-improvement, hypnotizing
himself during his sleep to regain control on his subconscious. Achieving
this he begins to think he can relax again.
The next day it is revealed by the news that Donovan Prescott, an
independent lawyer with close ties to a murdered Police Detective (who'd
been investigating The Organization) was instrumental in the arrest of
Archie Deacon - The District Attorney of New York and an unknown Celebrity
that the Media are calling The Celebrity Hypnotist, and now a Trial is set
to begin that may bring down The Organization.
That's enough from me, now here's the story.
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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Nine.
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Tom Cruise sat down at the table, a dreamy smile on his face
as his breakfast was placed in front of him.
"Your newspaper?" asked his maid.
"Thank you, Rosa," he said, taking the paper from her and then
forgetting she was even there.
He sipped his orange juice, wondered if he should skip to the
'culture' section and see if they were still going on about Nicole's
nude scene in The Blue Room. He smiled slightly, she was naked for a
few seconds in a dark, shadowy room and that was all American Critics
could talk about. He could see why she missed Britain.
Instead he turned to the front page and spat his orange juice
out all over it.
"Oh! Mr. Cruise!" cried Rosa, taking the paper from him and
quickly and efficiently mopping up the mess on the table.
"That's all right," he muttered,"Leave it."
"Mr. Cruise?"
"Just..." he stopped, calmed himself down,"Just leave it, Rosa,
it'll be fine, thank you."
He smiled warmly at her and she nodded, her doubts momentarily
assuaged. Turning, she left the dining room.
He picked up the paper and looked at it with shrewd eyes, reading
not just the article, but between the lines.
The Headline read :
'CELEBRITY HYPNOTIST' ARRESTED, MULTIPLE SEX CRIMES
SUSPECTED.
And the article followed :
Yesterday evening, following several weeks of investigation by
independent counsel Donovan Prescott, in conjunction with New York Police
Detective Robert Anderson (deceased) and Police Chief Andrew Kimble, a
man was arrested for multiple sex crimes on a number of so far unidentified
celebrity females.
The man has remained anonymous so far due to his apparent hypnosis
of these women, which has hidden the memory of these sex acts from their
minds. Neither Police nor Mr. Prescott would comment on the suggestion that
the suspected man was himself a celebrity, and...
The rest of the article was more conjecture, plus some editorial
content that was opinionated crap. Tom sighed slightly, from what he'd
been able to gather from the article, nothing was suspected of
The Organization, no mention was made of other celebrities.
His first thought was to call Alec, but he decided against it. If
he or Alec came under suspicion at any point and phone records were checked,
a link could be made. His next thought was not as panicked, and he knew
it was the most sensible thing to do.
"Rosa," he said, wrapping the paper under his arm and entering the
kitchen where Rosa was chatting with the cook,"I'm going out for a couple
of hours, if Nicole wakes up before I'm back, tell her I'll be home for
lunch."
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Then Tom was leaving, he planned to get to a secured location
and make a call to The Head.
-
The man in question, Kevin Spacey, sat at his desk, pondering
just what was his best option here. Should he cut ties with The CH now,
in case the worst happened, or throw his support behind his top producer?
The phone rang and he sighed, he'd ordered no calls unless they
were top priority.
So far he'd had less than a minute of quiet.
"Hello," he said.
"I just heard," came Tom's voice,"What's going on?"
"Nothing," he replied,"Nothing to worry about, in any case."
"How can you say that, he was supposed to be the top man? He was
supposed to be untouchable?"
"You don't know the full facts here," replied Kevin,"Now trust
me, there's nothing to worry about."
"Still, perhaps we should cut him loose...."
"No," said Kevin, coming to a decision,"The guy has been kicking
ass for ten years, and his shit has been getting better and better every
year, I'll deal with this!"
"Okay," said Tom,"But people are going to be watching you closely
man, remember that you only got this job by one vote."
"I do," replied Kevin,"Relax, things will be fine."
He hung up before Tom could say anything.
"Yeah, I remember it was one vote that got me in," he said to
himself,"I also remember whose vote it was."
He'd just placed his support firmly behind The CH, he still
believed that, barring a disaster, The CH would come out smelling like
roses.
Still, he had to wonder if his predecessor had had days like this.
-
Julia Vasquez had finally lucked out.
As roving reporter for Channel 3 News, she got stuck with
the human interest stories, the museum openings and the animal stories.
But now, thanks to a tip from a bum who hung around outside the
court, she was first on the scene for the Celebrity Hypnotist trial.
Well, maybe that was a bit of a dramatization. Today was pretty
boring, The Prosecution and Defense would be arguing to the judge today
about whether The CH's name would be suppressed, what bail should be set
at or if the media would be allowed inside the court during proceedings.
The so called Celebrity Hypnotist wouldn't even be here today, neither
would be the mystery Celebrity who was funding Prescott's case against
the CH.
She and her crew were allowed inside today, and Julia was trying
her hardest to hold down the smile as she prepared her comments for the
camera. It was a smile that only widened when her cameraman told her
that other newscrews had just arrived outside but been refused entry to
the court because they would now disrupt proceedings.
"Today," she said when her cameraman motioned to her to begin,"We
are privy to the preliminary proceedings to the case being touted at The
Celebrity Hypnotist Trial by the popular press."
- Hell, - she thought, - We ARE the popular press. -
"Independent Prosecutor Donovan Prescott will be arguing today
that The Celebrity Hypnotist's identity not be kept suppressed. We at
Channel 3 are of the opinion that this is due to the so called CH's own
celebrity status, and that if his name is suppressed, he would be able
to continue to enjoy benefits because of this. It is also believed that
he will request that bail be set extremely high and that media be allowed
inside during court proceedings. Counsel for The Defense, the highly
respected and controversial Alex McKenzie of The Law Firm
Salinger, Gorman & McKenzie, will argue the opposite, that due to his
client's possible celebrity status and high public profile his name should
be suppressed, and because of this high public profile he would not present
any possible flight risk. Of course, if name suppression is allowed, it
seems likely that the media will not be allowed inside of the Court.
This is Julia Vasquez, Channel 3 News."
"All rise," said the bailiff,"The Honorable Judge Scott Calthers
presiding."
"Be seated," said Judge Calthers, a slightly overweight, balding
white male with a well known conservative attitude and tight control over
proceedings.
He placed small reading spectacles on and picked up the case
folder, reading it under his breath before looking up at the two lawyers.
"Mr. Prescott, Mr. McKenzie, this is really quite a spectacular
case, isn't it."
"Your Honor?" asked Donovan.
"No more than any other I've had, Scott," said McKenzie. He was
tall and distinguished with graying hair and a lean, toned body. Dressed
in a suit that cost more than most of Donovan's clients made in a year, he
had piercing eyes and a tone and demeanor about him that made Donovan
feel like a little kid that had been called to the Principal's Office.
"Let's keep it formal, Mr. McKenzie," said Judge Calthers,"In fact,
let's keep it brief, tell me the base of your arguments for and against
and we can finish up for the day," he glared over at Donovan as if he'd
disagreed with him,"I don't want another long, drawn out trial like O.J
Simpson's or this crap with The President."
"It's simple. Your Honor," said Donovan,"The defendant is a master
Hypnotist..."
"I object," said McKenzie, sounding bored, as if he was only going
through the motions,"Mr. Prescott has yet to prove that."
Donovan sighed, this guy was like an Alicia Connors (*) with over
twenty years of experience,"Your Honor, let's take it as a given that he
is The Celebrity Hypnotist, with his money and connections, he's a serious
flight risk. And as long as he's got anonymity he can continue to commit
his crimes."
"Firstly," said McKenzie,"He's not this Celebrity Hypnotist person,
he is a very high profile celebrity falsely accused, this kind of branding
could stay with him for life and seriously affect not only his personal
life, but his marketability and continued success of not just him, but his
workmates. Also, if his name is given out to the public, it will poison
the jury pool against my Client, which is unacceptable."
"But he..." started Donovan.
"I think that's enough," interrupted Judge Calthers,"I've come to
my decision."
"But I haven't had a chance to present a case!" cried Donovan.
"Would you like to hear my ruling before complaining?" The Judge
asked, then he leaned back and picked up his gavel,"I rule that bail be
set at 2 million dollars, the Defendant's identity will remain suppressed
and I'm not letting the media turn this into a circus, they won't be
coming in here."
He banged his gavel,"We're finished for the day," he
said,"Bailiff, get that camera crew out of here."
(*) Alicia Conners was the lawyer Prescott won a child custody
case against back in Celebrity Hypnotist Part 8.
-
Donovan winced as he stepped through the doors and was barraged
with flashing cameras, microphones and newscameras shoved into his face.
"Mr. Prescott, how did the Judge rule?"
"Mr. Prescott, who is The Celebrity Hypnotist?"
"Donny, baby, are you connected?"
"Mr. Prescott, will media be allowed inside the Court?"
"Mr. McKenzie, are you worried about sullying the good name of
your firm by defending a sex offender?"
"Mr. McKenzie, who is your client?"
"Mr. McKenzie, is there any truth to the rumors that you are a
good friend of Judge Calthers?"
"Mr. McKenzie, why did you take this case?"
They both answered all of the questions the same way.
"No comment."
-
That night I watched some hottie from South Of The Border basking
in the glow of being the only media representative to have been in The
Courtroom today.
"Well done, darling," I said, sipping a scotch,"Tomorrow you rejoin
the ranks of the faceless, enjoy your fifteen minutes."
I'd been in contact with Kevin, he'd instructed me to lay low,
which is a bit of a bastard.
After all, I am a workaholic.
Like an old man, I was powerless to continue the work I loved
and was left only with my memories.
I'd collected a few of my personal favorites from my private
collection, ten years of sex with hot celebrities. When you couldn't
get out there and fuck them, this was the next best thing.
I picked up a film canister, on it was written 'My Pretty Women',
and I couldn't help but grin, this had been one of the highlights of
my career. I feed it into my film projector, then went into the kitchen
and made up some popcorn.
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Just Over Eight Years Ago.
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As I sat on the cool leather seat and waited for her to arrive,
I couldn't help but remember that I had nearly turned this one down.
When Phil had called me up to his Office I'd been more than a
little irritated, I'd been burning the candles at both ends recently. My
show had recently taken off ratings wise (The Organization had seen to it
I held in there during the build-up period, when fans had finally responded
The 'O' made sure our Neilson's stayed right up there) and the workload had
increased, even as I continued to take assignment after assignment from
The Organization.
"Hey man," he said when I walked in, a big, false smile plastered
over his face,"How's things."
"Can it," I said,"You got an assignment for me?"
His smile remained, but his distaste and dislike of me were
obvious. He'd brought me into The Organization and watched me rise up
the ranks faster than anyone in the history of The Organization, himself
included. He was jealous of me, but I didn't really care, as long as I
kept the money coming in, I was untouchable.
"Listen," he said,"There's a new player on the scene, she's just
come out in a new movie, it's a Box Office smash, she's being hailed
as this decades first new star."
"Julia Roberts?" I asked.
"Got it in one, bud," he replied with a smile,"What do you think
of her?"
"She's hot," I replied,"I'll do her."
"Good, how do you wanna handle it?"
"I'll play the connections," I said,"She co-stars with Richard
Gere, Richard Gere is married to Cindy Crawford... I've had a thing for
her since I saw that Playboy spread of hers."
"You're the boss," he said with a grin.
I left without a word, already planning just how I'd handle it.
-
Now I sat in the cool leather chair, a desk in front of me with
a large computer to the side. The room I was in was huge and lushly
appointed with deep shag carpet and oak paneling on the walls, behind
me was a magnificent view of the city, it's ugly grayness actually looked
quite splendid from this high. The window was double-sided so that anyone
with a high powered telescope capable of looking at this window would get
only a reflection of the sky.
Under the desk that I sat at, Julia Roberts knelt, sucking on
my dick.
It had been easy enough to get to her, she was still new to all
this, her agent couldn't block everyone trying to get at her and with
my connections I'd easily been able to get a sit-down with her. From
then I'd been able to create the desire to see me again in private, and
later that night I'd weaved a web of hypnotic suggestions that put her
into a suitable frame of mind. That night, as she slept, her subconscious
mind took over and created a scenario that she would unknowingly play
out the next day. At a certain point, her conscious mind would relent
to her subconscious and she would be in a walking dream, her conscious
mind being presented with another set of memories given to her by her
subconscious the previous night.
I'd had the office given to me by a member of The Organization
for the day, he'd been not only happy to do it, but incredibly excited
too. He was a rich, powerful person but lonely, he'd never married, as
far as I knew he'd only ever had sex with prostitutes and to be involved
in something like this, no matter how loose the connection. He'd also
taken me aside and asked me to throw something special for him at the
end of the scene, I didn't really understand it but I agreed to do it.
Arriving at noon, I'd sat down and tried to assuage any doubts,
but until she'd shown up I hadn't been able to rid myself of the fear
that it wouldn't take.
She walked in dressed in the familiar tight pink top and black
mini-skirt from the movie. She looked a little unsure of herself, but
when I smiled broadly at her she relaxed slightly.
"Julia," I said,"You made it."
"Richard," she said,"I can't believe we're doing this."
When she looked at me, she saw Richard Gere. I'd set up a scene
between us that seemed believable, which was always important. She was
Julia Roberts (which she was) and I was Richard Gere (which I wasn't)
and we'd developed a relationship during the filming of Pretty Woman
which we were now continuing, on the side.
She ran her hands down the side of her hips, giggled slightly.
"You like it?"
"Yeah," I said with a smile,"Just like the movie."
She walked forward, moving like a hooker, wiggling her hips from
side to side and thrusting out her breasts at me,"So mister, you looking
for a good time?"
"Maybe," I returned with a grin,"You looking to show me one?"
She threw her head back and laughed, damn she had a great laugh!
It was unique, something Hollywood snapped up like a greedy alligator.
"Yeah," she said,"If the price is right," she thought we were
roleplaying, I (Richard) was being the Corporate Executive, she was the
hooker with the heart of gold.
"Come here," I said with a smile, motioning to her with a finger.
She walked forward, went to move around the desk, I held up a
hand and stopped her.
"Uh uh," I said, then motioned beneath the desk.
She looked at me a little unsure, then grinned and got down onto
her hands and knees and crawled underneath the desk.
Seconds later her hands were on my lap, grabbing my zipper and
pulling it down, then her hot hand was pulling my boxers down and grabbing
my half hard cock.
"That's it, baby," I whispered,"Do it, do it!"
A second later my cock was pulled out and I was staring down
at her red hair as she engulfed my cock in her mouth. I sighed happily
as I felt her lips part to take the head of my cock into her mouth, she
leaned forward and her mouth stretched open, straining to take it all into
her mouth.
"Muumppfhhh," she moaned as her tongue lashed out over the head of
my cock, I reached down and slid my hand through her red hair, pushing her
head forward so that she could take more of my cock into her mouth.
She licked along the ridge of my cock, sending a shiver throughout
my body, her tongue ran round and round my cockhead and then, creating a
'half-tunnel' with her tongue, ran it down along the underside of my
fuckmeat. As she did this, her fingers played with my balls inside my
boxers, sending little shivers of delight throughout my nervous system.
I was really getting into this when the door to the office burst
open and Cindy Crawford burst in.
"Richard, you son of a bitch!" she yelled.
"Huh?" cried Julia, pulling her mouth away from my cock and
smacking her head against the oak desk.
"Cindy!" I cried, because to her I also appeared to be Richard.
I'd gotten hold of her through a photographer who worked for The
Organization, met up with her after a photoshoot. Due to my growing fame,
I'd been enough of a novelty to her to join me in a conversation, and soon
I'd created in her the desire to see me again in private. From there I'd
done the same with her as I'd done with Julia and now she was here, it was
curious that after Julia had arrived, I'd lost any concern I might have
that Cindy wouldn't show up.
"Cindy!" I cried, trying to stand up and slamming my cock into
Julia's face.
"OW!" she cried.
So much for pretending she wasn't there, it wasn't as if Cindy
couldn't see her ass poking out from under the desk anyway.
"I knew it, I knew you were fucking this little bitch!" she
snapped at me. She was dressed in tight jeans and a little red shirt that
didn't cover her waist, exposing her firm and toned tanned belly. Her
beautiful face was livid with anger.
"Bitch?" said Julia, sliding out from under the desk,"You can't
call me a bitch."
Cindy ignored her,"Oh Richard," she said, looking sad,"Why didn't
you tell me, you know I don't mind?"
"Huh?" said Julia.
"Sorry, honey," I said.
"What?" said Julia.
"Oh Julie," laughed Cindy,"Do you think I don't know
about Richard's little extra-marital affairs? Usually he let's me in on
them," she looked like she was pouting."
"You share them?" asked Julia, looking confused,"How can you
do that?"
Cindy laughed,"My oh my, Richard, you found an innocent one
this time, didn't you?"
"It's all part of the appeal," I said with a grin, still sitting
at my desk.
"Oh my... that's sick!" cried Julia as she finally realized what
Cindy had meant.
"Is it?" said Cindy with a grin, she was now standing right next
to Julia,"Is it really?"
Then, before Julia could react, she slid her arms around Julia's
waist and leaned forward, kissing the startled celebrity. At first she
stood stiffly, in disbelief, and then she found herself leaning back
forward into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly... and then Cindy was
pulling away.
"Still sick?" asked Cindy with a smug grin.
Julia stared at her in shock, her hand to her mouth,"I've never
done anything like that before, I don't.... how?"
Cindy just laughed,"Well Richard, what was the plan? I know you
didn't go to the trouble of getting this office just to fuck her on the
table."
I smiled, then reached into a draw by my side and removed a
small remote control. Pointing it at the bar set into one side of the
wall I clicked a button and it spun slowly around like something from
an old horror movie, revealing a steaming Jacuzzi.
Cindy laughed, sliding one arm around the startled Julia's waist,
and pointing at me.
"My husband thinks of everything, doesn't he?" she said with a
laugh.
"Richard?" Julia asked, unsure of what was going on. Sure, she'd
enjoyed the kiss, but were these two suggesting she have sex with them
in a hot tub?
"Relax, Julia," I said,"Stuff like this happens in Hollywood
all the time."
"I don't know if...." she started, then Cindy pulled her over
and kissed her again, this time Julia responded sooner and they shared
a passionate kiss. When they broke away, Cindy took her by the hand
and led her towards the Jacuzzi.
End Part 1/4
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