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CH12 : Blondes & Brunettes
3rd April, 1999.
The waiter tried to keep his face straight, tried to not let
his hands tremble, to not let the water spill from the glass for fucks
sake.
The room was private, the occupants a mystery to everyone but
the waiter, sent up by management because he was deemed the most likely
to keep his mouth shut.
- Oh boy, if I can get this to the media, I'll make enough to
retire on! - he thought gleefully as he poured the water into the cups
and removed the dinner plates he'd brought in previously.
"Thank you," muttered one of the occupants dismissivally, he'd
already left a sizable tip on the plate, as far as he was concerned the
waiter has ceased to be of any consideration.
The waiter stepped from the door, wondering how long he should
leave the information before calling it in, and how to make it sound
like it had been someone else but him calling it in.
The moment the door closed behind him, all such thoughts vanished
from his head, all memory of the occupants replaced by an image of two
elderly businessman whom he wouldn't know from Adam. He patted the
sizable tip, took half and slid it into his pocket and took the rest down
to The Super.
Inside the room, I smiled at my dinner guest, Donovan Prescott,
and said.
"Let's go over it one more time, shall we Donny?"
He nodded, his face blank, his eyes glazed.
-
5th May, 1999.
I stood in the control booth, looking over the various tape and
volume controls, which I'd become more and more familiar with over the
last week and a half.
"Good," I nodded, turning to face the Booth Director, who was
making final notes on his clipboard, the contents of which would be
familiarized and destroyed by the end of the night,"Remember, the opening
number will have their attention, when they're all paying attention, splice
in my tapes, and continue to loop it throughout every music broadcast
for the rest of the show, understand?"
"Yes," he replied, his face blank.
"Understand?" I asked the group of assembled, blank looking people
behind him, his assistants, gophers, assistant assistants and so forth.
"Yes," they replied as one.
"Excellent," I said,"Countdown begins from the keyword, ladies and
gentlemen, Nub-Nub."
I left the control booth, was gone from the building within two
minutes.
Three minutes after I'd left, the Director and his assistants
suddenly sprang back into life, bustling here and there, discussing when
and where they'd be on the night, etc.
"Okay, people!" called The Director,"Tomorrow's the big night,
so let's run this dress rehearsal and make sure we get. it. right!"
-
During my 'time off', I'd come up with the concept of Blondes
& Brunettes. Finding the most appealing blonde and brunette celebrities
and adding a few more notches into my belt (which was more notches than
belt now!). On that same day that I'd had my little showdown with Lisa
Kudrow, I'd taken in a list of likely celebrities to The Head, and Kevin
and I had gone over them, picking out the best 7 from an initial list
of 20 or so celebrities. They had been : Claudia Schiffer, Cameron Diaz,
Catherine Zeta Jones, Angeline Jolie, Deborah Kara Unger, Gwyneth Paltrow
and Charlize Theron. The fact that some of them were brunettes who had
become blondes just made it all the more amusing.
But at the end of the meeting, the two of us had felt something
was missing, but what?
"This is, in effect, your comeback," muttered Kevin,"And somehow,
I don't know, I expect something bigger."
"I know," I had returned thoughtfully,"Something that will really
shake things up, rub it in the faces of the plebeians who..." I suddenly
stopped, my mouth hanging open, my eyes alight.
"What? What?" Kevin had asked, sitting up, excited by my own
excitement.
"The Bat-Orgy!" I laughed,"The fucking Bat-Orgy!"
"What about it? You want to finish it off?"
Just over a year ago I had setup the Bat-Orgy with myself, Kim
Basinger, Michelle Pfeiffer, Nicole Kidman, Drew Barrymore, Uma Thurman
and Alicia Silverstone. After a very promising initial setup, I'd been
interrupted mid-orgy by a photographer I'd later discovered had been sent
by Lisa.
But no, I wasn't interested in 'finishing off' the Orgy, I'd had
all of them, I'd been happy with the final product. But remembering that
initial set-up had given me an idea.
I quickly outlined the plan to Kevin, and he was soon nodding
and smiling just as broadly as I was.
Now, after nearly two months of preparation (there could be no
room for error on this, my most ambitious project) I was ready for it to
happen.
Luckily, I'd managed to alleviate any stress or tension that
could have built up over those two months by making the first two of those
new notches in my proverbial belt.
Nothing like sex to lower the blood pressure.
5th April, 1999 - Cameron Diaz
Was there something about Cameron?
Since her breakthrough in The Mask with Jim Carrey, where she'd
almost missed out on the part because her breasts weren't big enough (in
the end they'd given her a padded wonderbra to make her look
more 'Pammish'), she'd become the object of a great many fantasies, had
become the object of many a man's desires. Something paralleled in one of
her latest, and biggest, movies, There's Something About Mary, a movie I'd
greatly enjoyed.
She had a sweetness about her, a fun-loving, joy-filled innocence
and infectious smile that drove men wild.
I knew, because my smile was mirrored by everyone else in the
place as we watched her sing.
Dressed in that little yellow number that had driven so many
people wild in The Mask, she stood at the top of the steps, singing
away and making every man in the place have to sit or carefully situate
themselves so their laps weren't visible.
I myself was dressed in a ridiculously bright yellow suit and
hat, a direct copy of the one worn by Jim Carrey in The Mask, but fitted
to suit me.
She finished her song and everyone began to clap and cheer,
heartfelt applause that made her smile, seemingly to everyone and to me
alone, something me and everyone else felt in the room.
The scene was familiar because it was taken directly from The Mask,
the people familiar because they'd been tracked down by Operatives and
hypnotized by me to think they were back on the set of the movie. Even
Cameron herself believed that the year was 1994 and that she was still
trying to breakthrough into the movies. The only one who knew the truth,
as usual, was me.
"Time to get this joint jumping," I said with a grin, one which
would be seen only by me. The final film would be delivered to our
techs (none of whom even remembered their unfortunate associate, who'd been
sacrificed along with Matt LeBlanc to keep me from being discovered - * - )
who would mimic the same technology (but more advanced) used in The Mask
to make me look like Jim Carrey wearing The Mask.
The next few scenes would be inserted later, taken directly from
the movie. The Mask would leap up and spin the musicians around, giving
them 'hipper' clothes, then start to dance with Cameron. The dancing was
exciting, fun and very impressive, and also beyond my ability to learn
in such a short amount of time.
So, instead, Cameron, the musicians and the crowd had
been hypnotized to see the scene happening. All I had to do was walk
up to her, scoop her up in my arms and stare into her eyes with a cheeky,
smug look... and this time, Dorian wouldn't be there to interrupt us.
She looked up at me, seemingly astonished, and I grinned widely
and then leaned down, kissing her. At first she didn't react, still
shocked, but then her resistance yielded, she melted into the kiss and
I was thankful I had good cardio-vascular fitness.
When the kiss finally broke, she had that same look of happy,
sexy astonishment. Then she seemed to realize where we were and looked
around uneasily.
"All these people," she murmured.
"No problem, sweetcheeks," I chuckled, and negligently waved my
free hand, the other still holding her up.
The crowd had been watching us, now - although they stayed still -
they were in a state of waking unconsciousness. They saw nothing, registered
nothing, but remained in the same poses. When the tech boys got their
hands on things, they'd throw in a bluish tinge to the skin and icicles
hanging here and there, to show the people were frozen.
(*) See Celebrity Hypnotist 9-11, The Trial Trilogy, available upon
request from - dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
"Who are you?" she whispered at me.
I helped her to her feet, then spun her with one arm so that her
feet were against the stairs she'd been singing on earlier. With a
startled look on her face, she fell onto her but, legs spread, her dress
pulling up over her hips.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Is that an invitation?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
"Oh my... oops!" she gasped, reaching for her dress.
Before she could, I dropped to my knees in front of her and slid
my hands up her thighs, running them up under the dress along the outside
of her thighs.
"Hey!" she gasped, but didn't try to move my arms. I leaned
forward and we kissed again, and as she once more melted into the kiss (I'm
a pretty good kisser, and with her hypnotized to enjoy it even more, it
made me one of the worlds best kissers) my hands slid over from her outer
thighs to her inner thighs. She moaned as I ran my hands over her thighs,
getting close to her pussy but not quite touching, I wanted her to want it
bad before I did it.
I broke the kiss and lowered my head towards her lap, she didn't
attempt to stop me, in fact she actually grabbed her dress and shimmied
it up over her hips, giving me a good view of her pussy.
- A brunette blonde, - I thought to myself smugly, seeing her
dark pussyhair, and then my face was between her legs.
I lowered my face between her thighs and lightly kissed her
dark curls of pubic hair, like most people who had even the vaguest
connection to Los Angeles, she kept her pussylips shaven.
Cameron gasped, her eyes opening wide, staring down at the top
of my head, which she saw as bald and green.
I gripped at her inner thighs, moving them apart, getting no
resistance from her. I gently pressed my thumbs into the soft, pink flesh
of her pussy-lips, slightly pulling them apart and revealing the glorious
pink innerfolds. I leaned forward, breathing hot air against her opened
snatch, making the hot young star moan out happily.
"To fuck with teasing," I muttered, and lowered my face down,
pressing my lips to Cameron's cunt and giving her already erect clitoris
a light kiss, pressing my lips firmly but not too hard on her lovebutton.
The beautiful, sex movie star rolled her eyes back, grinning as
a tingle of pleasure ran from her lap to her legs and arms and head, buzzing
through every extremity. Her lap involuntarily slammed up as she fell
back against the stairs, her snatch pressing up into my face.
Her legs shot out on either side of my head, her toes balling
up even as she gripped so hard at the stairs that I wouldn't have been
surprised to see them dig their way into the fake marble.
I ran my tongue up and down the inside of her cuntlips, slurping
up the quickly gathering pussyjuice. I nuzzled my nose against her
clitoris as I ran my tongue broadly up between her cuntlips.
Cameron moaned happily, laughing as my tongue squirmed it's way
deeper and deeper inside of her hot cunt. I smiled happily as I lapped and
sucked at her pussyjuices, sliding my tongue up and down, in and out of
her spasming, contracting slit.
The famous celebrity breathed hard and heavily, her evidently
large breasts strained against the yellow dress, her back arched and
her head pressed hard against the stairs.
I spread her legs wide, gripping onto the underside of her thighs
and lifting her up from the stairs so that I could get better access to
her pussy. She lifted her hips and thrust her cuntmound at me, and
I happily buried my face into her lap and began eating her out.
My tongue quickly began lapping at her cuntjuices, a hot, sweet
and seemingly endless flow of nectar. Her juices were steadily streaming
up over her cuntlips, her arousal obvious, her cunt's desire to be fucked
was overwhelming, calling to me, calling to my cock, which stretched against
the ridiculous yellow fabric of my pants.
I pressed my nose between Cameron Diaz's pussylips, rubbing it
up and down her cuntlips, pressing it against her clitoris and tongue
fucking her cunt, jabbing my tongue in and out of her, thrusting as deep
into her as I was able.
"AH!" she cried, her lap jolting violently up against my face (not
that I minded) and her legs coming back together around my head, bending
around my neck and holding my face in place, as if I'd ever try and pull
away!
"OH YEAH!!!!" she cried out, her hands releasing their dangerous
grip on the stairs and grabbing the back of my head (the tech heads would
hate that, it was always harder to replace me with a CGI - * - when the
other primary grabbed onto my head, covering hair and scalp and so-forth)
as an orgasm hit.
Her hot cunt seemed to explode pussyjuice into my mouth, her
cuntlips opening for a brief second to spew out hot, cuntjuices, then
gripping down tightly around my tongue, hot cuntjuice flooding over my
trapped tongue and into my mouth, juices which I eagerly swallowed down.
Cameron ground her ass down into the step it was on, eagerly
slamming her crotch up against my face. She moaned in lust, her orgasming
body twitching and thrusting against me.
Ms. Diaz's juices seemed neverending, and I had to keep swallowing
at her cuntjuices quickly, so that I wouldn't be choked to death on
celebrity cuntjuice (what a way to go!).
My tongue slid and slipped in and over her cuntlips, probing
and twisting inside of her. Her body pulsed and jerked with raw sexual
abandon.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, her orgasm subsided
and her thighs loosened around my head, letting the blood flow again.
I continued to slurp and lap at her cunt, which continued to let
out a thin stream of cuntjuices as her exhausted body slumped against the
steps. Finally I pulled my mouth from her hot, pink cunt and lifted my
face, grinning at her, her juices dripping from my lips.
"Hope you're not too tired, honey," I said to her,"Because that
was just the opening number, here comes the main act!"
I wasted no time with any more preliminaries, I just slid my
pants down and grabbed my rock hard cock in hand, and got down between
her legs, which were parted in eager anticipation of what was coming.
I guided my member forward until the tip was pressed against
the entrance of her hot, juicy cunt. I paused to enjoy the anticipation,
I was about to fuck Cameron Diaz, she was mine, mine to enjoy... and then
I did.
"UH! YES!!" cried Cameron happily as she felt my cock press
forward and fill her cunt to the brim.
"OOH!!" I moaned, loving the feel of her hot, velvet quim wrapped
around my cock.
After a few seconds of getting used to the feel of her magnificent
cunt around my cock. I began to pump forward and back, sliding my dick
in and out, in and out of her hot, juicy snatch, fucking her sucking cunt
with deep powerful strokes.
Cameron cried out in ecstasy as I leaned forward over her, hands
locked firmly against the stairs. This allowed me to shift the angle of
my cock as it sliced in and out of her cunt, and as I plunged in and out,
in and out of the sexy Cameron Diaz, my cock rasped along her clitoris,
making her cry out with each stroke of my cock in and out of her. She
moaned happily, thrusting her hips up and down to match the strokes of
my hips.
She squirmed her tight little ass about against the stairs,
fucking back at me, pounding her hips up against mine, letting me get
every last inch of my cock inside of her hot, tight pussy.
Cameron Diaz thrust and slammed her pussy back up against my
cock, and with every balls deep plunge into her cunt she let out a short,
sharp moan of pleasure, echoed by my happy grunts with each stroke of my
cock inside of her.
She squealed happily as his my cock slammed again and again into
her juicy, frothing cunt. Once again her legs rose up, but instead of
my head, this time they wrapped around my waist. She simultaneously
squeezed her legs around my waist and her cunt around my cock. She
arched her back, grunting and crying out as my cock plunged in and out
or her, cramming every inch of my cockmeat inside of her tight, velvety
depths.
I'd shifted the angle of my cock again and was making longer,
deeper thrusts with my cock, angled even further against her
clit, increasing her pleasure, grinding the hard bone against
her clitoris, sending lancing bursts of pleasure throughout her hot,
juicy cunt.
Cameron's body was beginning to shake and shimmer, shudders of
pleasure rushing throughout her, she stiffened suddenly, her eyes squeezed
shut, mouth wide open in a silent cry of pleasure.
And then she came for the second time, her cunt clasping down
like a vise around my cockshaft, hot juices flooding around my cockshaft,
spilling out as I pulled back, splashing out as I slammed back inside of
her.
Her climax built and built and built, the pleasure seemingly
growing stronger inside of her with each successive thrust of my cock
inside of her gushing, flooding cunts.
Beautiful, sexy Cameron Diaz was almost animalistic now, and yet
her twisted, contorted and purplish red face was still sexy. Her bucking,
thrashing body slammed from side to side underneath me, her ass squirming
wildly against the stairs. I too, felt the onrushing sensations building
towards the inevitable, the feel of her contracting, clamping cunt sucking
at my cock, the delicious, velvet grip of her pussy as I buried all of my
cockmeat deep inside of her flooded cunt.
Even with the increased tightness of her already viselike cock,
my thrusts into her were still coming faster and faster, slamming into the
hot young star with everything I had, fucking her fast, fucking her good
and strong.
I ground my cock hard against her cunt, pressing it against her clit
and grinding against the hot, glistening lovebutton. I ground against
her, my cock buried deep inside of her, and then I was cumming, shooting
my sperm deep inside of Cameron Diaz's cunt.
My entire body was one, big, tensed muscle, locked into place,
joined with Cameron Diaz's hot, sweaty body. My cock remained crammed
inside of her cunt, the leftover juices from her orgasm held inside by
the cuntplug that was my cock.
Finally, I rolled off of her, her legs - now limp and weak from
exhaustion - sliding away from my waist. My cock pulled out of her
cunt almost sadly, not wanting to leave it's hot new home, and I rolled
onto my back, lying against the stairs.
"Nice one," I muttered,"There's something about you, lady, you
know that?"
"Soun's f'mlr," she moaned tiredly, then closed her eyes as if to
go to sleep.
I stood up and with a contented smile, pulled my pants up and
noted the still 'frozen' crowd.
"Darling," I murmured,"Better get decent."
She opened one eye lazily, cursed good naturedly, then stood
up and let her dress fall back over her pussy.
I waved an arm at the audience, something which their unconscious
state picked up, and suddenly they were animated again.
"Shows over, folks! Go home!" I cried with a smile.
Cameron smiled warmly as the crowd began to gather up their
things to leave (in actuality they'd paused again once outside the set,
and wait for me to give them their final deprogramming) and leaned against
me.
"Any chance of an encore?" she asked cheekily.
And not for the first time I wondered if I shouldn't rethink my
'no sequels' policy.
* CGI, Computer Generated Image.
End Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 12, Part 1/3