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Those of you who have read all previous chapters of Celebrity
Hypnotist, skip this section. Others might not be able to get along
without it.
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.
In chapter ten, Donovan Prescott's case was taken apart piece
by piece by Alex McKenzie, The CH's lawyer, while The CH flashbacked to
his meeting with The Spice Girls.
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,
as 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 Part 1/5
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Sunday, March 14th, 1999 - The Offices of Donovan Prescott.
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Things were not going well for Donovan Prescott.
Actually, that was an understatement.
Things were going fucking terrible.
On Friday he had rested his case, meaning that the Defense would
be starting theirs on Monday.
He'd started so well, bringing in Daphne Zuniga and making her
the sympathetic character, making The CH the villain, the evil
manipulator, the man who must be punished.
And Alex McKenzie - Defense Attorney for the so called Celebrity
Hypnotist - had made her seem like a hysterical, finger pointing crazy
woman.
He'd produced a brilliant expert to prove Daphne Zuniga's tapes
had been doctored, that the sex videos taken from the late Archie Deacon's
office had also been doctored to cover up the CH's identity.
Alex McKenzie had made the expert look like a stubborn, talentless
idiot and sexual deviant who'd attempted to rape his step-sister when she
was only fifteen.
That had been bad, worse had been when Archie Deacon was found
dead after hanging himself in his cell before he could turn states evidence
and expose The Organization.
And after that things had gone from bad to worse.
He'd subpoenaed Cindy Crawford, Julia Roberts and Richard Gere
to tell the court they'd never made those sex videos to their knowledge.
And despite telling him that that had been the case, on the stand
they swore under oath that they had, in fact, had a threesome, years ago
after Pretty Woman had come out. Richard said that when he and Cindy
divorced they'd looked for the tape and not found it, just assuming that
it had been taped over or broken.
He'd asked Judge Calthers if he could treat them as hostile
witnesses due to the contradictory nature of their testimony. But since
they'd answered all his questions readily and truthfully, giving as an
explanation for their contradictions fear of bad publicity, Calthers had
denied him.
He'd called up Jenna Elfman, and she told him that she'd done
the tape with Thomas Gibson as an Anniversary present for her husband,
Danny, who had voyeuristic tendencies. When Donovan asked, almost in
despair, why she'd told him in preparation that she had no memory of the
tape being made, she told him it was out of embarrassment, neither she nor
Danny wanted his fetish to come out. Finally they'd realized they might
cause an innocent man to go to jail and decided it was best she tell the
truth.
He almost didn't call Thomas Gibson, but eventually decided to
and was rewarded by another crippling blow when Gibson actually broke
down into tears and admitted he'd done the video with Jenna. He said that
he'd been heavily into alcohol at the time and willing to do anything,
but now he was fighting his way back out of the bottle. He hadn't said
anything to Donovan in prep because he didn't want to broadcast his
addictions like other actors like Robert Downey Jr. and Christian Slater.
One member of The Jury had actually had a tear in her eye, for
fucks sake.
Hoping to hit back, he'd called Gillian Anderson and Demi Moore,
they had been subpoenaed to appear. Both completely denied having been
raped by Gary Cole, they said the journal found in his cell by the late
Police Officer Rob Anderson had been the ramblings of a mad-man. He asked
them if they'd been threatened by The Organization, if they'd been told
to lie under oath.
They both denied it, and when Donovan made reference to Gillian's
attempted rape by Rob Anderson's partner - Dave Hollaway, asking her to
explain the connection, he'd suffered another blow. Gillian had stated
that she felt that Hollaway - a clear psychopath according to police
reports regarding his apartment - had gotten Gary's journal from Rob and
formed the idea of The Organization in his own head.
"But Hollaway killed Anderson," Donovan had said,"Killed him
before he could get ahold of the Journal."
"He sent you the original," Gillian had said calmly,"Maybe he
sent one to Holloway too?"
And with that his case had unofficially died.
"Are you okay?" asked a concerned sounding voice from behind
him.
"Yeah, yeah I guess so, Janet," he muttered, knowing it was his
Secretary, Janet Willis.
"Case is going bad, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he said, sighing and rubbing his eyes. He was sitting
in his office with the lights off, chair turned about so he could face
the wall,"Bad really ain't the word, terrible more like."
"Don't give up hope, Dono... Mr. Prescott," she said, unsure of
herself as she stepped forward. Then, coming to a decision, she moved
up behind his chair and placed her arms on his shoulder,"You've been in
tough spots before, you always came out of it all right."
He sighed as she started to massage his shoulders,"Yeah, but I've
never been in such a huge public highlight before... if I screw up now,
I screw up in front of millions, maybe billions."
"Relax, you'll find a way," she said, desperately wanting to
bend down and kiss his cheek, then his lips, then his chest. Oh she
wanted him so bad, and she could never have him. He just didn't want
her. It wasn't that he found her ugly, she just knew that he didn't
see her in that light at all, she was just Janet... good ol' reliable
Janet.
"Find a way," he muttered.
- Find a way, - she thought.
Find a way.
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Monday, March 15th, 1999.
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I chuckled as I read the headlines of the paper. The steadily
increasing troubles in Kosovo was dominating the headlines now that The
Impeachment Trial was over, the 'CELEBRITY HYPNOTIST TRIAL' was still
page one news, but always relegated to the lower half.
"Prescott's case crumbling," I read off the paper, smiling as
I said it,"Oh my goodness me, did our rugged young Independent Prosecutor
bite off a bit more than he could chew."
I sipped at my healthshake (I'd decided that I'd been drinking
a bit too much recently, alcohol that is) and folded the paper up,
chuckling away as I threw it down beside my always trusty box of favorite
moments.
Since The Trial had begun I'd been taken off active duty by
Kevin, meaning that my only enjoyment now was watching some of my old
films from previous assignments.
"What shall I watch today?" I muttered, pulling the large, heavy
box onto my lap. I pushed and shoved through the various still photos
and film canisters until I came across a label that took my fancy.
"Ahh yes," I chuckled, pulling out one,"Photo Ops."
I reached back into the box and pulled out a small photo album,
which contained many still shots taken during that particular Assignment
and captured from the film later. I leafed through these as I set up
the projector, ready to sit back and enjoy a quiet viewing of Celebrity
Porn.
Starring Supermodel Tyra Banks and myself.
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1996.
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"You like black girls?" asked The Head.
"Excuse me?" I said, a little confused.
"It's a simple enough question," he replied, obviously pleased
at catching me off-balance with one question,"Do you like black girls?"
"No," I replied simply.
"Oh," he said, a little unsure of himself now, he'd expected me
to say yes, obviously.
"I like black women."
He stared at me for a second, then smiled slightly, then laughed
out loud.
"Good, good," he said,"I thought you might be one of those that
would only have sex with white women, like Cole."
"Is he still giving you trouble?" I asked.
"Nah, we sorted that mess out, in fact he came to us the other day
asking about setting something up with Demi Moore. We're considering
it, testing the waters amongst our clientele to see if there would be any
takers for a video."
"Okay," I said, having already lost interest in the subject,"Now
what's all this crap about black girls?"
"This," replied The Head, and tossed a magazine over the desk to
me, I caught it easily and looked at it, on the cover was an attractive
looking white woman.
"What?"
"Open to page seventeen, check out the ad."
To this day I don't know what the ad was for, my attention was
captivated the moment I saw her. She was an incredibly beautiful woman,
dressed in sheer silks that tastefully covered everything while seeming
to expose it all.
"Who is this?" I asked, looking up at The Head.
"Her name is Tyra Banks, one of our clients has got a real thing
for her, claims to have been 'hit by the thunderbolt' the instant he saw
her, whatever the hell that means."
"It's an Italian expression, meaning love... or more commonly,
lust, at first sight."
"Well whatever the fuck it means, it hit him pretty hard, he's
offering a lot of money, and I mean A LOT, for an exclusive.... for his
eyes only."
I took another look at the picture, looked back up at The Head
and smiled.
"Actually, for our eyes only."
We both laughed, as only men who have found a way to have their
cake and eat it too can.
I guess in a way that pretty much summed up The Organization.
-
I watched her strolling down the catwalk, dressed all in white,
but with a difference. She wore a small white skirt and open white
t-shirt, her light brown, shoulder length hair swept to the sides, large
open hoops for earrings.
Her plump, pink lips were opened slightly in a smile that really
defied description, was she smug? innocent? patronizing? understanding?
or maybe just happy? Her clear, brown eyes seemed to be looking straight
at me, but that was an illusion and I knew it. She would be looking at
the photographers just in front of me along the catwalk, or the fashion
designers and press reporters sitting all about me.
The eyes of every straight man (and bisexual or gay woman) were
on her, or to be precise, on her breasts.
For whatever reason, the fashion label she was wearing did not
involve any kind of under-shirt or bra, just a white shirt that was
unbuttoned, revealing her round, firm breasts to all and sundry.
How interesting that any woman who actually did what she was now
doing on the street would be arrested within fifteen minutes.
One of the benefits of celebrity.
She turned about and made her way down the catwalk, putting just
enough shake in her ass to be sexy without looking like a tramp.
There were murmurs of approval from the crowd as she moved away,
a few claps and barely discernible smiles from the other designers who
didn't want to show any kind of approval on other designers work, but
liking Tyra's look.
And so did I.
I got up out of my chair and made my way towards the changing
rooms, my pass already ready.
-
"Hey," I said, standing by the small alcove where Tyra sat, looking
into the mirror so that she could see me while her make-up was hurriedly
touched up.
"Hey," she said with a slight smile, not from impoliteness but
so as not to make the make-up artist's job any harder.
"I'm sorry to talk to you like this, while you're so busy, but
we're filming soon and I figured this would save time with all that 'my
people will call your people crap', you know what I mean?"
She giggled lightly in the back of her throat (you had to admire
her professionalism, she was getting her make-up done, holding a
conversation with me and keeping a straight face all at the same time)
and nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating I should go on.
"We're doing a special sequence for our show soon, and the script
calls for a model. A particularly beautiful, intelligent and sexy women,
so naturally I thought of you straight away."
The make-up artist pulled away and rushed towards another model,
Tyra laughed a little louder.
"Very smooth," she chuckled,"You are a charmer, aren't you."
The way she'd been sitting her shirt had been covering all but
the inner curves of her breasts, now she suddenly stood up and pulled the
white shirt off and let it drop to the ground. I tried to keep my eyes
from widening, but it was impossible when she leaned forward and grabbed
her skirt in both hands, then quickly shimmied it down past her thighs
and ass, letting it drop to her ankles.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh my goodness," I said, my mouth dry.
She grabbed a black shirt from the hanger next to the mirror and
pulled it on over her head, somehow avoiding her face and hair entirely,
then pulled on a short black and gray skirt up over her smooth, curved
ass, giving me the quickest of glimpses of her pussylips as she did so.
Whether she did so intentionally, accidentally or didn't care I
still don't know to this day. She grabbed a large gray jacket and slid
it on over the black shirt, letting it hang open over her chest, which
revealed the black material had pulled taut over her breasts, the material
very see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination.
She grabbed a beret and set it carefully on her head, careful not
to muss her hair, then whirled about.
"Gotta get back out there," she said with a quick grin, stripping
her earrings off and flinging them behind her without a glance,"Tell you
what, you call me, you can get my number from Doris here."
I started slightly, a woman was standing right at my side, slight
and attractive, although amongst all these models it was a quiet kind of
beauty, she had a rather smug looking smile, like she saw this kind of
thing all the time.
Screw her, because that's what I'd be doing to Tyra by the end of
the week.
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The Trial, March 15th, 1999.
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"Good morning, Donovan," said Alex McKenzie, a polite, almost warm
smile on his face,"How are we today?"
"We are fine," Donovan replied, struggling not to grit
his teeth,"In fact we couldn't be better, how are you?"
"Oh, you know what they say, I'm just drop the case."
"Pardon me?" asked Donovan, confused.
"Oh!" cried Alex, bringing his hand up to his face and looking
totally shocked,"Oh dear! Did I say drop the case? Oh dear, I didn't mean
to say that, did I, Tony?"
Anthony Gorman was behind the two of them, setting up case notes
at the Defense's desk, he was barely able to suppress his smile as he
said a line as scripted as any theatre play,"Must have been a Freudian
Slip, Alex.... or perhaps you picked up on what he was thinking himself?"
"Hmmm," said Alex, leaning back on one foot and stroking his chin,
as if pondering the thought,"Possible, it's a likely prognosis."
"I'm surprised Gorman could hear you at all, Alex," said Donovan
calmly, making the Defense Attorney's name drip with acid,"After all, he's
got his head so far up your ass it must be difficult to hear a thing."
Anthony just chuckled and went back to checking his notes, Alex
smiled, as if he'd won some kind of battle.
"Oh my, Donovan you poor boy, things must be really bad if you've
taken to insulting opposing Council? Maybe you should consider putting an
end to this farce and stop wasting the Courts, and more importantly, my
time."
Before Donovan could retort, McKenzie had turned away and moved
back to his desk, where he whispered something in Gorman's ear, which made
the younger lawyer laugh.
- Relax, Donovan - Donovan said to himself, sitting down and
calming himself, breathing deeply, - They're just playing mindgames,
trying to keep you off track. -
It was a good ploy, now that it was their turn to present a case,
Donovan had opportunities to make them look bad. If they could continue
to keep him off-track, keep him from getting on even ground, he'd have
trouble de-railing their case.
The stenographer arrived, followed by the Bailiffs who took up
their positions at the entrances. Next the Jury filed in, moving into
their allocated seats in the now familiar Jury Box. Outside the courtroom
a few stalwart reporters had to wait in case any news broke, the majority
of reporters would not arrive till the lunch-break and then again at the
end of proceedings, when they attacked like a frenzied mob, trying futilely
to squeeze any information that they could from the two Lawyers.
A couple of leaks had already sprung, quickly traced back to
law clerks desperate for money, and been sprung up. The Celebrity Hypnotist
had still not been in Court yet, and considering the way things were going
he probably wouldn't show up unless the Judge demanded him to be there
for the Verdict. The Jury had been surprisingly secure, not a single
replacement had needed to be called, unlike the fiasco that had been The
O.J Simpson Trial.
"All rise for The Honorable Judge Scott Calthers," said The
Bailiff, and those few that were allowed inside the Court stood up,
waiting for The Judge to arrive.
He entered, looking slightly irritable this morning, as he did on
most Monday mornings. He sat down and got himself comfortable before
looking up and muttering,"Be seated."
They sat down.
"Well, Mr. McKenzie," said Judge Calthers,"Shall we get this
started?"
"Of course, Your Honor," replied Alex, standing up,"I call my
first witness, Mr. Clarence Henderson."
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1997.
-----
"Okay, okay, work it baby, work it!" I laughed in the slight
British Accent I'd adopted for this Assignment. I grinned at her from
behind the camera as I took picture after picture, my face all but hidden
from view, just my broad smile as I snapped away.
Tyra was dressed in a tight fitting white bikini that barely
contained her breasts and that, when she turned about, revealed nearly
all of her ass. Nothing but what could best be described as a thick bit
of string ran between her smooth asscheeks and covered her vaginal mound.
She stepped back and forth, posing for me and following my guiding
instructions. She threw her chest forward and ran her hands through her
hair, a wide, happy grin on her face which was sure to drive more than a
few post-adolescent boys wild.
"That's right! That's right!" I laughed, watching as the wind
tugged at her hair,"Give me sexy, darling, give me wild, give me DARING!"
We stood on a deserted beach (actually a private stretch, owned
by the client who so badly wanted this film made), seemingly nothing
around us except my photo equipment. The cameras were actually hidden
in sand-dunes and some of the trees set into the cliff (upon which one of
many beach-houses owned by The Client sat) and were capturing everything
that was happening.
And everything that was about to.
I'd rung her as she asked, and only talked briefly, for about
half an hour. This allowed me to implant the suggestion in her head that
she ring me back on a secure number with no one else around.
The next day she'd done so, and I'd spoken to her for hours,
first putting her slowly into a trance, then weaving the web of
the scenario I'd planned out. Creating the mental tapestry was so very
important because it was the basis of my work, I had to make them think
what was happening was a fantasy, a dream that seemed particularly real
and which would quickly fade from their short-term memory. Any dregs
left behind would be 'dreamt out' of their system over the period of a
week or so.
And now she thought she was in a 'safe fantasy' about a photo
shoot that she'd done earlier in the day. This was a dream, and so it was
all right to be unrestrained, to do whatever it was she wanted to do and
not have to worry about the consequences.
As I said ,'give me DARING,' she stopped, standing side on to
me. Her hands were folded under her breasts, pushing them up and making
them seem even larger, her spine was bent on an angle that looked sexy as
hell but couldn't be comfortable. She turned her head slightly, hair
half covering her face, eyes half closed and mouth slightly parted in a
smug seeming smile.
She didn't say a word, just slid her hands up and grabbed at the
thin, spaghetti straps of her bikini and slowly, sexily pulling them down,
revealing precious inch after inch of her cleavage, until finally she
revealed her large, round, dark nipples.
I'd seen them just two nights earlier, totally exposed as if they
were nothing important. But now it was different, now they were for my
eyes only, and the way she showed them was just so fucking sexy that for
a second I forgot to take any pictures for a few moments. Then I started
and began clicking away again.
She covered up her breasts momentarily, and I thought that she might
be planning to tease me some more (I hadn't set out exactly what I wanted
to happen, just planted suggestions in her head and released her
inhibitions), but instead she massaged her plump tits for a few moments,
staring straight at me and the camera. Then she turned about, lowering
her hands to her sides, then bending over and turning back to look at me
as she pressed her nice, rounded ass forward.
She grabbed the sides of her swimsuit and slowly began peeling
it down off her body, exposing more and more of her naked body until it
came down over her ass. Despite the fact that only a thin string had run
between her buttcheeks, when it was gone it seemed so much better. Myself
and the camera could only see her ass and a faint, shadowy outline of her
vaginal lips, but I knew more was coming.
She stepped out of her swimsuit, then guided her hand up between
her asscheeks, stroking her finger along her cuntlips and pressing it
against her asshole for a moment before pulling away.
She turned around, her hands above the hip on one side and below
the other, revealing her body to me, entirely naked.
Her skin was a lovely, light shade of brown, her eyes liquid pools
of hazel, her hair dark on top and fading to a light, blondish brown. Her
body wasn't skin and bones like most models - she was off course, skinny -
but had flesh where it was needed. Her hips were curved nicely and her
ass looked beautifully rounded. Between her legs was a thin rectangle
of dark pubic hair, the rest stripped away either by electrolysis, shaving
or waxing, who knew. Her cuntlips were also bare, the skin a much lighter
shade than the rest of her body, fading towards a dark pink at her vaginal
crease.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a smile.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! was the best answer I could give.
She somehow managed to make getting down onto all fours sexy, even
with the wind blowing sand against her body, with the sharp tang of the
salty air seeming to sting my nostrils. She looked incredible down on
all fours like that, and when she began to move towards me, her body moving
like a cat - slinky and sexy - she looked even better.
"Then you're going to love this."
She moved ever closer to me, my eyes (and the camera) focused
entirely on her, moving from her face to her back to her ass and back again
to her swinging, plump breasts. She arrived right at my feet and settled
onto her knees, sitting up at the exact level of my crotch.
"Oh, boy," I murmured, pulling back slightly to get better shots
of her. She smiled up at the camera, then turned her attention back to
my crotch, grabbing at my zipper and pulling it down.
Her hand fished down past my zipper and grabbed my cock instantly,
which was half-hard and willing to go the full distance. She smiled
instantly and began to stroke my cock inside my jeans, making it push up
against the denim, straining to get out.
She pulled it up and let my cock spring free, quickly growing
to full length, pointing right at her face, only an inch from her beautiful
mouth, her warmth breath lightly brushing against the head of my penis.
And then, with no preamble or 'foreplay', she moved forward with a
quick lunge, impaling her face on my dick.
Tyra Banks, deep-throating me.
End Part 1/5
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