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Just a little info on the series (skip if you've read the previous
chapters, or if you like to be confused)
The Celebrity Hypnotist is an as yet unidentified celebrity male
whom is a fantastic hypnotist, perhaps one of the greatest to have ever
lived. He works for a powerful Organization specializing in sex in order
to control the powerful players in politics, entertainment, sport etc.
In the past, The Organization has been uncovered by a policemen
who was then murdered, but not before getting his information to a lawyer
friend of his named Donovan Prescott. Prescott then discovered that the
District Attorney had joined The Organization and murdered another police
officer caught acting for The O. This lead to the discovery of a man who
may be The CH, and at the end of chapter eight a celebrity was arrested,
as was The D.A.
In chapter nine The Trial Trilogy began, the identity of the
CH suppressed by order of the Court. The CH was reduced to going over
his memories, as The Head of The Organization (Kevin Spacey, who recently
replaced the former Head, murdered by his wife in a bizarre murder/suicide
you may have read about or seen on the news) restricted him from going on
anymore Assignments.
The Principles :-
? : The Celebrity Hypnotist (CH)
Scott Calthers : Judge
Alex McKenzie : Defense Lawyer for The CH.
Anthony Gorman : Defense teams First Chair (son of Alex's
partner - Burt Gorman - in prestigious law firm of Salinger, Gorman
& McKenzie)
Donovan Prescott : Prosecution Lawyer
Daphne Zuniga : Former victim of CH, Donovan's piggybank.
Calvin Hunter : Investigator for Salinger, Gorman & McKenzie,
also worked independently for Daphne Zuniga.
Andrew 'Andy' Kimble : Chief Of Police
Janet Willis : Donovan's Secretary
Rob Anderson : Murdered police detective who uncovered
Organization through research into Gary Cole.
Dave Hollaway : former Police Detective, killed Rob Anderson,
joined Organization, got killed when he turned States Evidence.
Gary Cole : The Celebrity Rapist, killed by Mafia who were led
to believe he'd raped a Don's daughter. Wrote documents while in jail
mentioning the Organization (*)
Archie Deacon : African American D.A, joined the Organization,
was fooled by Andy Kimble into giving over evidence to him.
Bart Rice : Discovered CH's true identity, blackmailed him into
taking him along on Assignments, was beaten and mutilated by Organization
thugs at CH's behest.
(*) Celebrity Rapist was the prequel to this series, it
is available upon request.
Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Ten - Part 1 of 5.
"Psst, Barty-Boy, wake up."
Bart's eyes came open slowly, he'd been asleep, dreaming of what
I wondered? Revenge on me? Remembering his glorious but brief association
with me? Or perhaps days gone by when he'd had full use of all of his
appendages. He stared at me blankly for a few seconds, either not awake
enough to register it was me or perhaps unable to tell in the darkness,
then they widened and he jerked back in his bed.
"Shhh," I whispered with a smile, placing a finger to his dry
lips, he was unable to call out, but if he wanted to he could probably
groan pretty loudly,"Relax Barty, I'm not hear to hurt you."
His eyes narrowed slightly, then he calmed himself visibly and
sat still, eyeing me wearily. Even when he'd had full use of his faculties
I'd had difficulty reading his eyes, but he'd ceased to be any source of
fear to me, now he was just a convenient outlet to pour out my frustrations
on.
I lifted up the paper I was holding so that he could see it, it
was the early edition, the main headline emblazoned in bold print for all
the world to see.
"Would you look at that," I said with a sad shake of my head,"I've
been relegated to the second page."
PRESIDENT BEATS IMPEACHMENT.
Written in small print above the banner headline were listings of
what else could be found inside. The heading for page 2 was 'Latest On
Celebrity Hypnotist Inside.'
"Latest on Celebrity Hypnotist indeed," I chuckled,"They don't know
jack-shit, the Judge is keeping a tight-ass lid on this case, The Jury
don't even know half of what's going on."
I peered at his eyes, they were blank, telling me nothing, showing
nothing of what he thought.
"Relax, Bart, don't worry about me," I said with an easy-going
grin he would probably have recognized as identical to that I'd flashed at
him the first time we meet, when he'd broken into my house and plastered
up pictures of various Celebrities and I in varying states of undress,"I'm
not ending up like that loser Cole, when all is said and done this case
will be just a sad little footnote in the Archives of The Organization."
I stood up, my legs a little shaky and patted Bart on the shoulder,
leaning forward so my head was inches from his own I whispered to him.
"Seriously though, I'm sorry about what happened to your nuts man,
I'll see if I can't do something about that."
He blanched, not at the mention of the damage done to
his genitalia, but at the strong reek of alcohol on my breath. As I
turned to leave I staggered a little, and once out in the hallway I ran
one arm along the banister running along the wall, just to keep my balance.
It was a wonder I wasn't arrested for drunk driving on my drive
back home.
-
Donovan sighed as he went over the witness lists again, they
contained only possible witnesses, probably not all would be called, it
really depended on how the Trial went for both sides.
But there were names on McKenzie's list that bothered
him nonetheless, because he couldn't figure out why they were there.
Three in particular, the most perplexing were Clarence 'Big Dog'
Henderson, the late Gary Cole's former cell-mate, Warden Alexander Smith, the
Warden of the jail Gary had died in and finally Dr. Quentin Laramar, a
noted and respected Psychiatrist who had written a thesis on the mental and
emotional stress imposed upon people placed in restrictive surroundings
with their basic human rights taken away (such as some dictatorships and
most Correctional Facilities).
"Janet, have you found any connection between The Celebrity
Hypnotist and Dr. Laramar? Or him and Cole?"
Janet looked up sharply, she'd been daydreaming apparently, she'd
had a slight smile on her face and been doodling on paper. Now she screwed
the paper up and placed it surreptitiously into her purse before answering
him.
"I've found nothing, no apparent connection between Celebrity
Hypnotist or Rapist, or even with Warden Smith or Mr. Henderson," she
sighed and rubbed her eyes,"Apart from his studies maybe having something
to do with Henderson and Smith, I don't see any connection whatsoever."
What was the connection? McKenzie said he was calling them in to
present evidence to dispute Donovan's claims to The CH being involved in
a conspiracy with The Organization. But that gave him a lot of leeway,
the definition of disputing conspiracy was broad, and Donovan knew McKenzie
was smart enough to avoid an unfair surprise which would give Donovan
the chance to appeal if he lost.
Donovan stood up and stretched, then walked over to her and placed
one hand on Janet's shoulder, smiling down at her.
"If you can't find it, it's not there to find," he said,"Take
a break Janet, get some rest, you've been here longer than even I have."
"I'm fine," she said with a smile.
- Can't you see I'd do anything for you? - she thought yearningly,
fighting to urge to clasp his hand, to hold it to her shoulder.
"It's 5 in the morning," he muttered, taking his hand away and
missing her sorrowful expression,"What time am I due in court?"
"Proceedings start at 11," she replied.
"I'm gonna catch some shuteye on the couch," he said, stretching
and yawning,"You go home, get some sleep."
He moved away into his own office, which had a old, but comfortable,
couch in one corner. He'd get up around nine, go back to his apartment
and shower before heading to court.
He felt prepared for anything.
Janet also began to pack up her stuff, tidying up before leaving,
she removed the crumpled piece of paper from her purse. On it was written
various variations of her name and Donovans, with Mr. and Mrs. proceeding
each one.
She sighed, she was an intelligent, attractive woman, and it was
such a tired old cliche for her to be the devoted secretary with unrequited
love for her boss.
But she clasped the paper to her chest for a few moments anyway
before heading home.
-
I got home at 5:30, by that time much more sober, something I
intended to rectify very soon.
I poured myself a scotch and sat down on the couch, before I had
a chance to drink I noticed the paper, which was open on page two, where
the article on the trial was located.
For the first time I noticed the smaller story below the major
one and I couldn't help but smile. I lowered the drink and picked up the
paper, chuckling at the memories.
Mel 'Scary Spice' B. Gives Birth, it read.
With a groan I pulled myself up out of the couch and headed
up the stairs, up to my bedroom and the wallsafe, containing my favorite
assignments in film canisters as well as photographs. One of those film
canisters had a label reading as followed :
I Spice Up My Life.
------------------------------
California, Several Years Ago.
------------------------------
I stepped out of the trailer and shielded my eyes from the sun,
with a groan I looked about for any sign of shade. The sky was pure
blue, I couldn't see even the faintest wisp of cloud. All about were
flat plains of sand, no rocky outcroppings or mountains, just desert as
far as the eye could see.
Even the scant shade of the trailer was hot enough to make the
sand sweat. I muttered to myself and turned about, watching as the film
crew wondered about in shorts and little else, it was too hot for modesty,
and even the pale-skinned and fat, potbellied crewmembers had their shirts
off.
"There he is!" cried a loud voice, seemingly pitched at just the
right tone to be heard by everyone, and also to annoy.
I turned to my side and smiled as the five of them approached,
led as always by Melanie Brown, Scary Spice.
"Hey baby," she said, she seemed to exude total self-confidence,
as if she was determined to have a good time no matter who got in her way.
She was dressed in a tight, imitation leopard skin top that boosted
her breasts up and exposed a nice amount of brown-skinned cleavage. Her
hair was frazzled and twisted as if she'd been electrocuted... and enjoyed
it, perhaps her pierced tongue had conducted it?
Beside her, side by side were Melanie Chisholm and Geri Halliwell,
Sporty Spice and Ginger Spice respectively, and behind them, bringing up
the rear were Emma Bunton and Victoria Adams, Baby Spice and Posh Spice.
Geri was wearing small little denim jeans which, if I had been
behind her, would have given me a lovely view of her ass. Her top was a
skin-tight shirt seemingly made from a British Flag, it just screamed class
I thought, suppressing a sardonic smile. Victoria and Emma was dressed as
they always seemed to be, Victoria in a tight little black Gucci dress,
Emma in a more sturdy but just as tight white number, her hair done in
pigtails and a lollipop sticking out of her mouth. Of all of them, Mel
C. was dressed the most 'normally', she had on loose shorts and a tight
white top. In this heat, I didn't see how anyone could wear much more,
I myself was also dressed in shorts and a shirt, it was too hot to be
fashionable.
"Miss," I said with a slight bow of the head towards Mel B., who
just threw her head back and laughed.
"Hear that girls?" she laughed,"Miss!"
The others giggled, that infectious giggle usually shared only by
young schoolgirls and I couldn't help but smile.
"Miss!" she repeated with a smile and a shake of her head,"My Mum
is Miss, I'm Mel."
"Then what does he call me?" asked Mel C., her accent much thicker
than the others, I think she came from a different part of England than
the others. I didn't really care, if it wasn't London, I didn't give a
shit.
"He can call you Sporty," replied Mel B. with a grin.
"He can call me anytime," spoke up Geri from beside Mel C., a
slight grin on her face.
The girls all broke up into raucous laughter and I couldn't help
but think that they reminded me of a group of drunken Frat. boys, only
with a lot more physical appeal... a lot more.
"See you soon, darling," said Scary as she moved past me, slapping
my butt with one hand,"Looking forward to tying you up!"
They moved on past, talking amongst themselves and laughing. I
wiped the sweat from my brow, a motion that one of the passing crewmembers
mistook.
"They're quite a handful, aren't they buddy!" he said with a grin.
"Sure are," I replied with a grin, lying. I'd wiped my forehead
because I was hot, not because the girls had me nervous. They may have
be a handful it was true, but I could handle them.
-
"Be seated," Judge Calthers said grumpily as he himself sat down,
but everyone in the Court (and admittedly there weren't many, considering
the total media and public ban) could sense that he was in a good mood
for some reason. They soon found out why.
"Well," he said, looking up at the three lawyers as if they'd
challenged him,"The Clinton Trial is finally over, thank goodness, let's
see if we can't finish this one off as well, hmmm?"
Donovan suppressed a sigh, then stood up.
"Ready to open your case, Mr. Prescott?" asked the Judge, as if
he feared Donovan had forgotten to prepare.
"Yes, Your Honor," replied Donovan,"The Prosecution is ready."
"Well, get on with it then," snapped Judge Calthers, but with
a smile... he definitely was in a good mood.
Donovan stood up, took a moment, then began.
"Call my first witness...."
-
"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends, make it
last forever, friendship never ends!" sang the girls in unison, I had to
admit that they weren't bad, although their voices obviously improved
with studio treatment, they'd redub over the video-clip after a studio
session and throw in some modifications and distortions to improve it.
The girls were all dressed up as characters in some kind of
fictitious crime-fighting unit or something. They did look hot, I was
sure of that much at least, all of them supposedly dressed to suit the
character they were playing.
Mel C. was Katrina Highkick, she had her hair pulled back in a
ponytail and was wearing a sporty black shirt with white trim, along
with black, full length pants that must have been stifling. She had
comfortable looking sneakers on and was wearing black gloves that came
up just to her wrists. Geri Halliwell - Trixie Firecracker - had on a
very tight black, leather outfit. There was a zip running up her waist
over her breasts, which she hadn't been able to do fully up because the
outfit was too tight. The result was some lovely, pushed up cleavage.
The suit came down just her ass, at first I'd thought it was a dress,
but now I knew it was actually a pantsuit, which was barely covering
her ass. The outfit was so tight on her that her skin was pushing out
of any gap it could. Mel B, Blazin' Bad Zula, was wearing basically
what she had been earlier (apart from a memorable hour or so when she'd
sunbathed in a tight, tiny little two piece bikini). She wore a tight,
imitation leather skin top with a small black skirt barely covering
her ass. She had on a metal collar similar to those worn by some African
women. Victoria Adams - Midnight Miss Suki - was in a skin-tight catsuit,
looking more like a high class prostitute than anything else. All of her
body except her face and arms was covered by black material, she was even
wearing gloves and I had to wonder how it was that she wasn't sweating
anything more than a light sheen of perspiration. Emma Bunton - Kung Fu
Candy - had on a nice looking black dress with thin spaghetti straps over
her lightly tanned shoulders. The dress came down just a couple of inches
past her ass, and despite this she still looked incredibly cute and
innocent. She had on small blue gloves which made me think to myself,
didn't these girls sweat?
The ironic thing was that they'd actually recorded the song in
Elliot Kennedy's studio wearing tracksuit pants and socks.
As they sang, pulling triggers on toy guns and throwing spinning
discs at bowls of water (which would look very impressive later, when
special effects were added) it was my job to drive up in a dusty car and
step out, dressed in tight leather pants and a leather vest, topped off
by a leather hat.
In the video clip this person (my own image would be changed by
our techs to that of the guy who was actually supposed to be in this clip,
the guy the girls had been hypnotized to see me as) would then be staked
down to the ground by the girls, thereby showing their superiority to
males or something like that. But in this special clip, things would be
just a little different.
At first I'd been against this assignment, I hadn't seen the video
clip of their first song - I'll Tell You What I Want - but I had heard the
lyrics.
'I want a uh, I want a uh, I want a uh, I want a uh, I wanna wanna
really really really want a zig-a-zig ah.'
Not exactly up there with songs like Imagine, was it.
But then the Head had shown me the video clip and I was hooked
from the first second. The video clip (shortened) started with the girls
in the restaurant/whorehouse (I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be)
with Melanie Brown right in the foreground, her chest thrust forward,
breasts straining against the tight green fabric of her shirt, nipples
readily apparent. The rest after that was just icing on the cake, Victoria
running her hands over her hips in the Gucci, Geri's bouncing breasts as
she attempted to walk backwards down the stairs in high-heels, Emma's
strange mixture of sex appeal and innocence and Mel C., an obvious light
under a bushel, hiding her beauty and sex appeal under boyish, sporty
clothes. I was willing to bet that she had the potential to be the sexiest
of them all.
Still, even after all that I'd been a little unsure, and then The
Head had introduced me to this Assignment's backer - The Clients - and the
irony and humor of the situation had finally dawned on me, and I'd been
only to happy to agree.
I pulled up in the car now, kicking up dust in the Californian
desert behind me. Opening the doors I stepped out, the look on my face
that of a hungry animal that had just spotted easy prey, but was wary
of such extravagance after so long without. Or, to put it less
dramatically, I couldn't believe there was so much hot pussy out here in
the desert.
The girls cut off their singing, trailing away as I sauntered
towards them, looking uneasily at each other.
"Hey baby," I said to Mel B., stepping up close to her and rather
consciously parodying her earlier conversation with me. I looked into her
eyes and she dropped hers slightly, I grinned and walked past her, slapping
her butt as she'd done mine.
"Bunch of lovely ladies like you, shouldn't be out here in the
desert all alone," I said with a grin as I stepped into a middle of the
circle which I wasn't supposed to have realized they'd formed.
"And you're here to protect us I suppose?" asked Emma, looking
at me angrily. I grinned and stepped forward, so I was right in front of
her, standing over her. She was the most innocent looking, the most
pure, and my own apparent darkness made a nice contrast.
"That's right, baby," I said, and I slid a hand up her arm and
onto her shoulder, pulling her close. She leaned back slightly and I
leaned forward to follow her, and that's when she sprung her trap on me.
Her arm came up and grabbed onto my own, pulling me forward and
tipping back onto her back, her knee pressed into my gut and she was
launching me over, slamming my back into the hard, sun-compacted sand. I
guess she wasn't called Kung-Fu Candy for nothing.
I hit with a 'whoof!' and then all of them were on me, pinning
me down and holding me there, helpless. They laughed joyfully, like
little girls gleefully taking a boy prisoner.
" 'Old 'im down!" cried Mel C. with a laugh, her accent becoming
even more pronounced in her excitement.
"Yeah!" laughed Mel B.,"You heard her, 'old 'im!"
"Haha, very funny!" snapped Mel C. with a grin.
'Luckily' they'd had ropes and stakes handy, because soon I was
staked down, and completely at their mercy.
Goody.
-
"State your name for the record," said The Bailiff.
"Daphne Zuniga," replied the beautiful brunette celebrity.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but
the truth, so help you God?" asked The Bailiff, holding out a Bible which
Daphne had her hand on.
"I do," she replied.
"Take a seat," mumbled Judge Calthers.
Donovan smiled warmly at her, reminding her to be calm, to answer
truthfully and be confident.
"Your name is Daphne Zuniga?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"That's a name familiar to probably everyone in this Courtroom,"
said Donovan,"Pretend I'm ignorant, tell me why."
"Until recently," she said,"I was a cast-member on the t.v show,
Melrose Place."
"Melrose Place, it's a very successful show, isn't it?"
"Yes it is."
"And you were just a minor character?"
"No," she replied, she'd already been through how he would treat
her and how McKenzie would be likely to react,"I was one of the major
stars."
"So, it was successful for you?"
"Yes, very."
"So, you're a celebrity?"
"Yes."
"Your Honor," said McKenzie with a sigh,"Is all this really
necessary? Or is Mr. Prescott trying to cover up his lack of a case by
boring us all to death?"
"I object to that," snapped Donovan.
"Objection overruled," said Judge Calthers,"Continue, Mr. Prescott."
Donovan was about to when he noticed that the Foreperson of the Jury
was tentatively putting her hand up.
"What is it?" asked Calthers, perplexed, thinking maybe she needed
to use the toilet or something like that, perhaps women's problems?
"What is overruled?" she asked,"Mr. Prescott's objection or Mr.
McKenzie's?"
"Oh for...." muttered Calthers, rubbing his forehead, his good
mood rapidly fading,"For the record, Mr. McKenzie's objection has been
over-ruled.... but I still want you to speed things up a little
Mr. Prescott, let's try and wrap this case up as soon as possible, hmm?"
"The point I'm trying to make," Donovan said, hiding his irritation
at McKenzie's victory in this particular meeting, despite having his
objection over-ruled, he'd disrupted Daphne's testimony and put doubt in
The Jury's mind over Donovan's line of questioning,"The point I'm trying
to make is that you, Ms. Zuniga, are not just a relatively famous person,
you're an instantly recognizable celebrity."
"That is true," she said,"I can't even go shopping anymore without
being mobbed, that was actually part of the reason I left Melrose Place."
"So, you would rather have your privacy than celebrity?"
"Yes," she replied,"I made plenty of money on the show, I don't
mind working, but I don't need to anymore."
"So, you enjoy staying at home?"
"Yes, indeed."
"You feel comfortable, you feel secure?"
She hesitated, then answered,"I did."
End Part 1 of 5.