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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Nine.
Part 3/4
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One Week Later.
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Jury selection had been an arduous endeavor for Donovan, Judge
Calthers had insisted that it be rushed through, he was
still determined for a quick Trial. The trouble was that despite the
name suppression and media exclusion from the Courtroom, an amazing
amount of t.v time had been given to opinion and conjecture on the case,
especially predictions as to who the Celebrity Hypnotist just might be.
One memorable call-in had proclaimed the Celebrity Hypnotist was actually
the reincarnated spirit of Gary Cole, the late Celebrity Rapist.
Finally a jury had been selected that neither he nor McKenzie
was happy with, that is, if McKenzie had bothered to show up.
All of the previous week, McKenzie had been engaged at luncheons
or playing Golf at his Country Club with his Associates and Partners,
leaving the supposedly vital task of Jury Selection to his 1st Chair,
a young lawyer named Anthony Gorman... to be precise the son of Burt
Gorman, a partner in McKenzie's Law Firm.
When McKenzie did walk into the Courtroom it was amidst desperate
cries and questions from reporters and flashing photographers. The Media
had successfully argued their constitutional right to at least be in the
Courthouse, if not actually in the Courtroom. Many of the cameras were
aimed inside the Courtroom, many of them hoping to get a picture of
The Celebrity Hypnotist. Tough luck, he would not make an appearance at
the Courthouse until called as a witness, 'for his own protection' was how
Gorman had put it his first day on the case, something Calthers had
agreed with.
"All rise," said the Bailiff,"The Honorable Judge Scott Calthers
presiding.
They all stood up, the Jury, Donovan, McKenzie and Gorman. There
were no members of public allowed inside, only The Judge, The Jury, The
Lawyers, the Bailiff and the Stenographer.
"Be seated," said Judge Calthers.
They sat.
"Ladies & Gentlemen of The Jury," said Calthers, turning to
peer at The Jury like they were an interesting new form of insect,"This
is, to put it bluntly, a very high profile Trial. A lot of you will be
tempted to make decisions before you hear all the facts, to bring in
preconceptions from media conjecture, despite instructions from The Court
not to take note of any information about this Trial before the case.
Some of you will be offered money for facts on the case, some of you will
be tempted to offer information for money."
He sat back and yawned, and for a second Donovan had a sick
feeling he was going to leave it at that, then he leaned back forward
and glared at The Jury as a parent might a wayward parent.
"Don't," he said simply.
He turned to face Donovan,"Is the Prosecution ready to open it's
case, Mr. Prescott?"
Donovan was a little taken aback, but he quickly recovered and
nodded.
"Then let's begin," muttered Calthers.
Donovan stood up and prepared to make his Opening.
-
Tom stood in The Head's Office, watching as Julia Vasquez stood
in the lobby of the Courthouse, proudly informing her listeners that
she and Channel 3 had been there at the beginning of The Trial, they
would be there till the end.
"Shit," he muttered,"This thing has turned into a circus," he
muttered.
"People are sick of The Clinton Trial," replied Kevin from behind
his desk,"Especially since they think they know he can't be found guilty."
"Can't we do something about this?" asked Tom, pointing at the
t.v.
"We have, our own media connections have gotten most of the major
networks to denounce The Trial as sensationalism."
"Yeah, but it's the people we've got to worry about," muttered
Tom angrily,"And this is the kind of thing that appeals to them, the
lowest common denominator and all that shit."
He smiled sardonically.
"Actually, it was in this very office that our beloved CH said
something to me and Alec that seems apt now."
"Alec and I," said Kevin.
"Whatever," replied Tom,"I remember he was going on about them
being the great unwashed, the faceless masses living in the same boring,
endless cycle. And the irony was that we had to cater to their image of
us, because whether we liked it or not, that faceless mass is what goes
to our movie theaters and pays money to watch our movies. We have to
watch our self-image, not let any flaw be shown in case it affects our
'market appeal', and the pressure gets to us, it really gets to us."
He sighed,"And that's when your predecessor said,'That's where
the Organization comes in, the life of the rich and famous can be like a
pressure cooker, we help you let off steam!'."
"My predecessor was right," replied Kevin.
"Yeah, but this time the public noticed the steam and the whole
fucking stew could be ruined because of it!"
"Just relax," Kevin said,"I know that in a time of crisis like
this, you and a lot of the other Members wish Phil was still around,
because he had experience in stuff like this. He handled the Gary Cole
affair beautifully, you think, what can this guy Spacey do?"
Tom eyed Kevin carefully, realizing for the first time just how
perceptive this new Head was.
"Well relax," said Kevin,"Because in ten years you'll all be
looking back at this time and wondering,'how could we have ever doubted
good old Kev?'."
Tom stared at him a moment longer, then broke into a wide and
happy grin. He lightly hit Kevin's shoulder.
"I'm sorry man, but you know how nerve wracking this can be, have
you seen Alec?"
"I know," said Kevin with a grin,"The guy's a nervous wreck, he's
gotta learn to chill!"
As he and Tom shared a laugh, he thought to himself.
- Touch me again, pretty boy, I'll have you fucking killed. -
"At least nothing else can go wrong!"
-
At that moment, Nicole Kidman was taking a nap on the couch, having
been having trouble sleeping lately.
Which was probably due to the bad dreams she'd been having recently.
-
Transcript from <Name Suppressed by order of The Court> Vs <Name
Suppressed by order of The Court>
Prosecution Lawyer, Donovan Prescott's, Opening Statement :
Ladies & Gentlemen of the Jury, as Judge Calthers has already
stated, this is an extremely high profile case. I know that, despite
instructions to the contrary, you can't have helped but to have heard
some of the conjecture and predictions as to the guilt or innocence of
the defendant.
I want you to forget all of that, take none of it into account
and base your decision solely on the evidence you hear in this courtroom.
The defendant, <name suppressed by order of The Court>, is guilty
of the crimes he has been accused of, it's up to me to prove that.
So why then, you might ask yourself, shouldn't you take what
you've seen in the media into account? They seem to be calling the guy
guilty, don't I want you to send the guy to jail?
The reason is, if you don't find the defendant guilty, which he
is, based solely on the case I present, the Defense Team can have the
judge proclaim a mistrial and he gets off scott free, and I don't want
that to happen.
Now, Mr. <name suppressed by order of The Court> is a celebrity,
you know him well, you've seen him on t.v, come to know his character,
come to feel like you know him... and most of you like him, he's a nice
guy, he's the guy who helps you relax at the end of a long, hard day.
Because of this, you may have already come to your own conclusions, or
you may be in the mindset that evidence I present to you, you'll just
discount because <name of t.v character suppressed by order of The Court>
would never do that kind of thing, would he?
Well the answer is yes, he would.
I will present to you evidence that proves beyond the shadow
of a doubt that <name suppressed by order of The Court> committed the
crimes with which he has been accused. I will prove that he came into
the house of my client uninvited, that he used his talents for hypnosis
to force my client into having sex with him, that he raped her in a way
that may have been even worse than what the late Mr. Gary Cole, the
'Celebrity Rapist', did to his victims. It's worse because he didn't
just violate their homes or their bodies, but their minds as well. He
went deep into their consciousness and played with their memories, their
fantasies and their very way of thinking to make them do what he wanted.
That is the worst kind of rape, a total violation of mind, body and
spirit. <Name suppressed by order of The Court> is an animal, someone
who thinks that just because he's got money, just because he's rich and
famous, he can do whatever he wants to whoever wants with no moral or
legal repercussions simply because of who he is.
I will present evidence of this, and also of a link with the
man I mentioned earlier, the late Gary Cole, I will provide evidence that
these two social degenerates were members of some kind of massively
corrupt Organization that stretches it's filthy grip out all
over Hollywood and beyond. I will present to this Court a document
written by the late Gary Cole that acknowledges and verifies the existence
of this Organization. I will bring forth witnesses that can prove beyond
any shadow of a doubt that <name suppressed by order of The Court> could
not have gotten the access that he did without the assistance of this
Organization, and, with your assistance, perhaps we can bring down this
Organization once and for all.
Ladies and Gentlemen of The Jury, together we can prevent what
happened to my client happening to anyone else, ever again.
Defense Lawyer, Alex McKenzie's, Opening Statement :
I agree with Mr. Prescott.
Jury began to talk amongst themselves, Judge Calthers called for
order in the Court. Whispered conversation between McKenzie and Gorman.
Judge Calthers : Proceed, Mr. McKenzie.
Defense Lawyer, Alex McKenzie : I'm sorry if I shocked you just
then, I hope you didn't get the wrong idea.
No, I don't agree with Mr. Prescott's statement that my client
is guilty, what I do agree with is his statement that <name suppressed
by order of The Court> could not have gotten the access that he did
without the assistance of this Organization.
I agree, it's true.
Because there is no Organization, and my client did not commit
the crimes with which he has been accused.
Mr. Prescott has made claims that he will present evidence to
you, bring forth witnesses that will give irrefutable proof of my clients
guilt. But Mr. Prescott is stretching and bending the truth, because
the evidence he will present is circumstantial, the witnesses he will
bring forth are unreliable and any experts that he may present are, and
I can assure you of this, regarded by others in their field as at best
controversial, at worst unreliable and incompetent. And that's not my
opinion, that's the truth, a truth which I will prove when the time comes.
This so called Organization, this grand, global conspiracy of
which Mr. McKenzie speaks sounds to me like either something out of an
Oliver Stone movie or perhaps the fevered imagination of a madman...
actually, that's what it is. Remember Gary Cole? Well he was a nut, that's
for sure, and this journal of his that Mr. Prescott will produce sounds
to me like either the ramblings of a freakish lunatic or the sad attempts
of a man seeking to justify what he did or shift to blame to some shadowy,
faceless Organization like something out of The X-Files.
And wouldn't it be nice if we could shift the blame, that is if
there was any blame to be put on anyone in the first place. But, ladies
and gentlemen, no crime has been committed.
Oh no now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying rape isn't a crime,
but no rape has occurred here. And I'm not saying that because the woman
whose paying for Mr. Prescott's case was in a hypnotic trance, in which
we all know it's impossible to make someone do what they don't want to
do, it was all right to have sex with her. No, what I'm saying is that
the woman who is paying Mr. Prescott to bring this case before us can't
even actively recall anyone coming into her house and having sex with
her, neither can her Security Guards working there at the time or the
staff inside the house or the gardening crew there on the day that it
supposedly happen. And I'll prove that to you good people if Mr. Prescott
should call her up onto the stand.
Together, Ladies & Gentlemen of The Jury, as Mr. Prescott so
eloquently put it, Mr. <name suppressed by order of The Court> is a
celebrity, you know him well, you've seen him on t.v, come to know his
character, come to feel like you know him... and most of you like him,
he's a nice guy, he's the guy who helps you relax at the end of a long,
hard day. Because of this, you may have already come to your
own conclusions, or you may be in the mindset that evidence he presents to
you, you'll just discount because <Name of t.v character suppressed by
order of The Court> would never do that kind of thing, would he?
And the answer is no, he wouldn't.
Don't discount the evidence presented to you by either Mr. Prescott
or myself, no matter what your personal feelings. Just look at all the
evidence presented to you and make the right decision, the only possible
decision, that my client is innocent of these charges.
Ladies & Gentlemen of the Jury, together we can keep an innocent
man, a good man, from being convicted for a crime we're not even sure
was committed.
Innocent, Ladies & Gentlemen, I'll say it again, and you can
repeat it at the end of this trial when the Judge asks you how you find
for <Name suppressed by order of The Court> in the case of <Name
suppressed by order of The Court> Vs. <Name suppressed by order of The
Court>.
Innocent.
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That Night.
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"... from what we have been able to gather from the Court's
press releases and our own sources," Peter Jennings was saying,"The
Defense Attorney, Alex McKenzie, had a spectacular Opening Statement
in Court today, completely discounting and discrediting all arguments
made by Prosecuting Attorney Donovan Prescott."
I grunted.
"Judge Calther's continues to exert a very tight, very strong
grip on proceedings and has issued a statement to all media reinforcing
his decision to limit media coverage of the case, claiming he does not
want 'another sideshow like the O.J case' or 'That damned Impeachment
Trial'. We'll get back to the 'Celebrity Hypnotist' Trial later in the
show with our legal expert, Maxwell Nathans. But for now, let's go to
Washington and speak some more about 'that damned Impeachment Trial.'"
I switched the t.v off.
My eyes glanced over at the box on the couch next to me, saw the
film canister on top and couldn't help but grin.
'No more no buts,' read the label.
"Now that was memorable," I said, sipping my scotch,"That was the
big one."
I had a brief remembrance of one of my discussions with Bart, I
think after recounting my encounter with Heather Locklear. He'd said to
me that I should have done her ass, that that would have been 'fucking
awesome'. I'd responded by saying that back then I didn't even think
about that kind of thing, it was pussy and mouth, mouth and pussy. I'd
never considered doing a woman up the ass until that memorable occasion
when I'd worked on assignment with a man who'd become Head Of
The Organization later on, Kevin Spacey.
That had been when we'd been given Isabella Rosselinni.
----------------
Seven Years Ago.
----------------
I threw the tape down on The Head's desk.
"Nice," I said.
"That's all you can say?" he returned with a grin. Recently he'd
begun to warm towards me, he'd started to regard me as an equal in his
own mind, although I knew my own superiority, even if I did respect his
own intelligence.
The tape was a copy of the movie Death Becomes Her, starring
Goldie Hawn, Meryl Streep, Bruce Willis and most especially, Isabella
Rossellini. The movie was unimportant, what was important was that it
had in a co-starring roll Isabella Rossellini and she spends most if
not all of the movie naked, yet somehow in a classy way.
The video had been couriered to me by The Head, telling me to
watch it and then come to his Office the next day.
And here I was.
"So what's going on?" I asked him,"An Assignment? You want me to
get Isabella, Goldie and Meryl? I'm not sure if I really want the last
two that much."
"Not Goldie or Meryl," replied The Head,"They're both members, in
fact one of them has expressed an interest in the subject of
this Assignment."
I nodded, it was no surprise that women were members of
The Organization, they could be just as horny as any man.
"Anyway, this is a special Assignment, a request from one of our
more powerful Clients, we're waiting for your co-star now."
"I don't like co-stars," I replied.
"We want you on this Assignment," replied The Head,"You'll just
have to grin and bear it."
At this point in my career, I wasn't able to have my every demand
met, something that would change after a few more 'jobs' for The
Organization.
"Sir," said the voice of his Receptionist over the intercom,"Your
other appointment has arrived."
"Send him in," said The Head.
The doors to the Office opened and Kevin Spacey entered, a smile
on his face when he saw me.
"So," he said,"Nice to finally meet this Celebrity Hypnotist I've
heard so much about."
He mentioned my name, it was different to the person The Head
was hypnotized to recognize me as, but he didn't pick up on that, since
I'd also hypnotized him to hear the other name whenever my real identity
was mentioned in connection to me. Later on I'd hypnotize Kevin to
see me as another celebrity, part of my 'Insurance Policy'.
"Pleased to meet you," I said,"You were the Mafia Don in that
show, Wiseguy, weren't you?"
"Yeah," he said,"I've done a few Plays as well, The Organization
is setting up a couple of movie roles for me, after that the rest is up
to me."
"Here's the deal," said The Head,"The Client has a thing for
Isabella Rossellini..."
"Can't blame him," Kevin and I said at the same time, we both
grinned, I was already beginning to like him.
The Head also smiled,"He's also a thirties buff, and that's the
angle he wants to play, he wants you to play the part of workmen on some
rich prick's estate back in the thirties, he's away on business, while
he's away, Isabella will play."
"Got it," I said, I turned to Kevin,"I hope you don't mind if I
take the lead in this one, I'll set everything up with Isabella, hypnotize
her and all that, you organize the estate, the costumes and films through
our Operatives."
"Fine with me," replied Kevin,"Let's set up some dates now so that
I know when and where to have everything set up now."
We began to set our plans, after watching for awhile The Head just
smiled, stood up and left his own Office.
----------------
Two Weeks Later.
----------------
Isabella opened the door and walked out into her backyard, looking
around with a smile on her face as the sun beamed down on her. The grass
lawn was green and bright, the large, three story house seemed to glow
beneath the brilliant blue sky, not a cloud to be seen. She was wearing
a pretty white dress drawn tight around the waist by a yellow sash, she
had sandals on her feet to allow her feet to breath and her dark hair had
the lank, limp look of someone who has spent a long time brushing their
hair so that it didn't look like they had brushed it.
She stared over at the barn down past the lawn, the door was
slightly ajar and she could hear the loud voices of the two men working
inside, their conversation peppered with obscenities.
"So uncouth," she whispered, but she was a slight smile on her
beautiful face.
She looked down and noticed a small metal bucket, she turned about
and looked back inside, as if she feared people would be staring at her
with shocked looks on their faces. Then she bent her knees and lowered
herself down to pick up the bucket, then made her way towards the barn
listening to the two workmen.
Inside the barn, Kevin and I were dressed only in overalls, our
real clothes hidden in plastic bags deep in the hay on the second floor
of the barn. We were shoveling hay from one side of the barn to the
other, there was no reason for this, it was just pointless busy work
until Isabella arrived.
"So," I was saying,"We're lying on the lawn, naked as the day
we were born and her father's got his head out the door, sweeping the
candle from side to the other and she starts whispering under her breath
to 'be a gopher, be a gopher, be a gopher'," I laughed,"Man, it was all I
could do not to bust a gut!"
Kevin chuckled as he shoved the pitchfork into the hay and lifted
it out, throwing the hay across to the other pile, then he said,"That's
nothing, one time me and this hot girl were...."
Isabella entered the barn, the bucket in her hand.
"Shh!" I hissed, slapping Kevin's shoulder, he turned and gave
a start when he saw her.
"Ma'am," he said, reaching up almost unconsciously for a hat,
when he realized he wasn't wearing one he dropped his hand to his side
where it twitched about, looking for something to do. I hid a smile,
this guy was a fucking good actor.
"Gentlemen," she said, seemingly relishing the embarrassed looks
on our faces,"Don't mind me."
She placed the bucket to the floor beside her, then walked past
us towards the ladder leading up to the loft.
She began making her way up the ladder, we stood watching her,
something we couldn't be blamed for, the dress came down to just above
her knees and as she began to move up the ladder, more and more of her
legs came into view.
And then it happened.
She'd climbed so high that we could see all the way up her dress,
and she wasn't wearing any panties!
Kevin and I turned to each other and sure lecherous grins mirrored
in each other's faces.
"Shit," mouthed Kevin to me.
"Fuck," I mouthed back.
Our eyes returned to the view, she was leaning over the lip of
the loft but not going any further, exposing more of her ass to us. Her
magnificent, pale white skin, her sexy legs curving up into a delightfully
firm pair of asscheeks. The denim of my overalls was beginning to stretch
about my crotch.
"Are you all right up there, ma'am?" called up Kevin.
"I think I'm stuck!" called back Isabella, her unique voice with
the exotic accent was even more of a turn-on,"My dress has got caught
on a nail, can you help me?"
We both rushed towards the ladder in our eagerness to help, the
two of us jostled at the base of the ladder, trying to get up and help
our damsel in distress.
Finally I pushed him away and got onto ladder, I began to move up,
not taking my eyes of that glorious ass one step of the way. Her legs
were slightly spread, giving me a good look up at her cuntlips, which I
was pleasantly surprised to see were completely shaven, both on the lips
and above, she was totally bald.
"Hold on, ma'am," I said,"I'm gonna have to climb up onto your
side and pull the dress up off the nail."
"Be careful," she returned.
I moved up, keeping my head to the side so that I got to look up
at her butt for as long as possible. Finally I tore my gaze away and
moved up the side of the ladder, I spotted the nail that was gripping
onto her dress. She'd been hypnotized by me to catch the dress on the
nail, it was all part of the plot, but right now the script was the
furtherest thing from my mind.
"Hold still, ma'am," I said,"I'll pull the dress away."
I reach out and grabbed it, went to tug it away and hid a smile
of satisfaction when I heard a tearing noise. The costume had been
supplied by our Operatives, Kevin had ordered an easy tear costume, and
he'd ordered it without instruction from me. I must say I admired his
professionalism.
"Stop!" called out Isabella,"My dress is tearing!"
End Part 3/4
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