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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 18 - The Bond Girls.
Growing up I wanted to be James Bond.
There's nothing peculiar about that, in fact it's probably one
of the few common traits I shared with regular people. As always, however,
beneath the surface I was completely different.
The globetrotting lifestyle, the gadgets, the battle of good
versus evil and most of all the famous Bond Girls were all there of
course, but primarily it was Bond's 007 ranking that I most lusted for.
A License To Kill.
It was an enormously liberating thought to me that this man, this
James Bond, was given free reign by his own government to travel the
world on missions for them, seducing women, driving fast cars and most
importantly killing anyone who got in his way.
Anyone.
A security guard about to raise an alarm? Kill him.
A bodyguard blocking his chase of a ruthless super-villain? Kill him.
Henchmen forced to work for a ruthless organization, just trying
to make a living for themselves and their families, compromises his cover?
Kill him.
Now personally I didn't feel the need to kill anyone, in fact
it was one of the few so-called taboos I felt no compunction to break. But
the idea that you could if you deemed it necessary and there would be
NO QUESTIONS ASKED by your employer was what made me want to be James
Bond.
I have always wanted to be above it all, the petty rules and
regulations that keep the rest of the sheep in check were not for me. I
wanted to do what I wanted when I wanted and not have to answer for it,
and for the most part I had been successful in that goal.
I'd traveled further than Bond, had dealings with
immoral billionaires who would make Blofeld and Drax shudder, Spectre and
Smersh paled against The Organization that gave me my license to do what
I wanted and I'd bedded scores, perhaps hundreds more women than even
Bond in all his guises could lay claim to.
In all ways I had surpassed my childhood hero, I even had the
gadgets to play with that he did, from the so-called mind control device
that I'd hated so much to tiny hand held cameras, electronic lockpicks
and voice synthesizers. But despite all that, Bond held that timeless
appeal that even I couldn't match, he had long ago attained that immortality
I so longed for. He was forever between youth and middle-age, permanently
late-thirtyish with the debonair maturity that comes with age but the
retained vigor of youth not yet past.
And so I wanted to be Bond, if only once, I wanted that immortality
even if only for one night.
The millennium had come and gone without disaster, although a
number of intellectuals continued to scoff that the real millennium was
still a year away.
I myself scoffed at the intellectuals, who seemed to be ignoring
the fact that the Earth was actually several billion years old and this
particular millennium was just the wider English speaking world's marking
of the passage of time. Other countries were in the middle of their 5th
millennium, others were going through ages, others still were more concerned
with the vagaries of staying alive.
Still, I'd suffered a minor disaster of my own when my plans for
a millennium celebration had ground to a halt. Sudden last minute changes
of plan that I was powerless to control meant that only half the cast I'd
prepared for my little private New Years Video would be available. I
wanted to do it right or not at all, so I called off the preparations and
spent New Years Eve with a glass of scotch and a pizza, alternating between
watching the Global New Years Celebrations and old videos of some of my
previous conquests.
It was while watching a video of myself screwing Kim Basinger
that I remembered belatedly she had been a Bond Girl. The entire basis
of conditioning her had been for the Bat-Orgy because she was one of the
female stars of the Batman movies. With great surprise I realized I'd
screwed a Bond Girl and hadn't even realized it, and instantly the germ
of a new idea had struck.
I had an Internet connection of course but rarely used it, given
that like 95% of all online users my primary interest was in
porn, particularly Celebrity porn. Given that I had a massive 'private
collection' of my own I rarely connected, but now I had a mission. I
logged on and began a search for Bond Girls, looking mainly for a list
of each one. To my disappointment I noted that most of them were now
too old for my tastes and others had quickly faded into obscurity, but
all was not lost. Just as the new Bond movies had enjoyed a recent
resurgence in both quality and popularity, so had the Bond Girls
themselves.
Famke Janssen had blown audiences away in her role as
Xenia Onatopp, her overt sexuality and delightful zest for her work
(crushing men between her thighs) making her one of the most memorable
Bond Girls in a long time, remembered for far more than her sexually
suggestive name.
I also considered the exotic Izabella Scorupco, who had played
Natalya Siminova - her beauty was undeniable - but whose career hadn't
followed a similar path as Famke's, who had kept in profile with reasonably
successful movies and was currently filming what was sure to be
a blockbuster, a comic book movie directed by the rather brilliant young
Director Bryan Singer.
In the end though, I decided not to double up on a specific movie's
Bond Girls and moved instead to the next Bond Movie and the Chinese Agent
who had shared screen time with Pierce Brosnan - Wai Lin - played by
Michelle Yeoh.
The beautiful woman was a huge superstar in the Asian Film Market,
but not quite as well known here. A gifted actor who had never had any
martial arts training before her first Kung Fu movie, she had a way of
smiling - a sly smirk - that was exciting and seemed to indicate she saw
something humorous, a private joke she was sharing between only you and
herself.
Finally I was left with a choice between Pam Bouvier - played by
Carey Lowell in License To Kill, Dr. Christmas Jones played by Denise
Richards in The World Is Not Enough and, from the same movie, Elektra King
played by the European actress Sophie Marceau.
Carey Lowell was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, and the same could
be said for Denise Richards, but neither seemed to ignite that spark in
me that I was looking for. Sophie Marceau, on the other hand, was an
actress with presence, a European Star who burned up the camera and was one
of the few Bond Girls (alongside Fatima Blush - Barbara Carrera - and Tracy
Draco - Diana Rigg) to truly contend with Bond on his own level.
And so as the clock ticked over into the year 2000 and hundreds
upon hundreds of millions around the world celebrated, I chowed down on
my Super Supreme and sipped at my Scotch, clicking eagerly away
at www.IMDB.com with visions of an adolescent fantasy coming true over the
weeks to come.
"All you have to do, Stanley," smiled the man as he sat the
disheveled, concerned looking hobo down in the chair,"Is watch a couple
of videos and answer some questions."
"And den youse get me dat Bourbon?" asked Stanley, one of the
calmer breed of Hobo's collected up for Organization purposes.
"I have grave reservations about this," muttered Kevin Spacey
from behind the two-way glass looking in on the room,"We're using bums?"
"Believe me," smiled Lisa Kudrow,"We'd have to go to Bangladesh
to find someone with less of a connection to The Hypnotist."
"Just watch this tape," the 'researcher' in the next room
told Stanley,"Pay close attention."
Stanley leaned forward and squinted his eyes as he watched the
screen flicker into life and show a man sitting in a small windowless
room, dressed in an Airport Security Uniform and reading a newspaper.
The 'researcher' stopped the tape and put down a sheet of paper
with several photographs on it.
"Do you see the man in the video on this page, Stanley?" he
asked.
"Yeah, right dere," muttered Stanley, pressing a finger into
the page,"Dat's da guy, b'aint he a t.v guy or summit?"
"Don't worry about that Stanley," smiled the 'researcher' before
starting up a new tape,"Just watch closely."
What appeared on the screen this time was a man in a business
suit - his face blurred out - greeting another man who had a film canister
and a tape under his arm.
The tape was stopped and a different sheet of paper was placed
in front of Stanley, again with photographs on it.
"Do you see the man on the tape Stanley?"
"Da dudes face was blurred out man," complained Stanley, then
peered at the paper,"But nah, no da other guy ain't on dere."
In the observation booth Kevin and Lisa exchanged grim looks,
both sheets of paper had held photographs of the same man, the man that
they believed was The Celebrity Hypnotist. One of the tapes was from
his 'assignment' with Natalie Imbruglia but the other was hidden camera
footage of a meeting with The CH towards the end of 1999. The two of
them suspected the first tape was doctored to show a different celebrity
than their Hypnotist, but the hidden footage was definitely the real deal,
which meant that they themselves must have been hypnotized to see The
CH as a completely different person. They had no idea who he was.
Yet.
Donovan Prescott stared at the letterhead and smiled, then frowned,
then smiled again.
"Still can't believe it, huh?" asked Tony Gorman, his assistant
and son of fellow partner Burt Gorman.
Fellow Partner.
At The New Years Eve Party Donovan had been struggling to get into
a celebratory mood, angry over complications arising from The Jenkins
Case (which he had won), the controversial legal footnote which had helped
him win a Custody Case for a Mob Widow and seen him become involved in
Rosa Sanchez's life once again, this time not for the better.
Joan had sensed his bad mood and tried to steer him out of it,
while at the same time avoiding the advances of the son of one of their
richer clients, an ex-Colombian with reported links to the Drug Trade.
Donovan was beginning to hate more and more each day the people
he was working for. All of Dominic McKenzie's platitudes and fancy
words and admonishments about racial stereotyping and giving the benefit
of the doubt were beginning to become repetitive and sound less and less
convincing. The odd sighting he had of the elderly Senior Partner, Salinger,
only caused more problems for him because the rasping, tough skinned old
man reminded him more and more of a predatory Lizard or Vulture, his smiles
never reaching his cold, calculating eyes.
If it hadn't been for Burt Gorman there would have been no respite,
but the second partner was the most hardworking, morally firm
and astoundingly naive Lawyer he had ever met. Gorman obviously had no
idea of what Prescott suspected Salinger and McKenzie were up to, but he
was such an academic he probably still thought Carter was President, the
only thing he was up to date on were the latest amendments to the law.
His son - Tony - was brilliant but with nowhere near the work
ethic of Burt, and Donovan was beginning to suspect Tony was embracing
McKenzie's methods over either Donovan's or Burts.
But as his mood had gotten darker, the party had gotten livelier,
until finally a slightly bewildered Burt Gorman had shown up in tweed
jacket and bowtie and McKenzie had called for silence. Midnight was
approaching but before the new millennium officially began, Salinger
had an announcement to make. For the first time in the Firm's history,
a new Lawyer was going to be made a full Partner within the first year
of joining.
"Salinger, Gorman, Mckenzie and Prescott," grinned Donovan, smiling
up at Tony in answer to his question,"I thought maybe in 5 years... if
I kept up the win rate... but never within the first year."
"Hey you've impressed everyone," smiled Tony,"You should hear my
Dad rave about you, I don't think he's ever had somebody outlast him
at Research before! McKenzie thinks you're the bees knees since you beat
him in The LeBlanc Case and that creaky old buzzard Salinger has been
watching the cash pour in since they signed you up."
"Heh," smiled Donovan, then shook his head,"Come on, kid, let's
get back to work on that Research."
Tony groaned but flipped open a thick lawbook and went back to
looking for precedents to help squash prior drug convictions as evidence
of a pattern.
Donovan smiled, immersed in his work as he had been since being
made Partner. He didn't know what it was, but the moment Salinger had
made the announcement something had seemed to click in his head and
all his doubts, all his fears and concerns and worries had
simply disappeared... almost as if they'd been programmed to do so.
March, 2000.
I handed my invitation over to the guard who peered intently
at it, then me, before waving me in. It was a level of Security I was
not used to, usually my face was enough to get me in anywhere I wanted,
but this wasn't a Celebrity affair, it was purely political.
I passed a guard who gave me a barely perceptible nod, and I
nodded back in return. This was the cue I'd been waiting for, the sound
systems - which would be piping classical music into every room in the
massive Embassy - would be putting the final touches onto the conditioning
I'd all ready instilled into my three 'co-stars' over the last two and
a half months.
It had taken so long because of the sheer mechanics of what I was
planning, cues had to be made, timing kept and through it all none of
the guests, dignitaries, politicians, guards, musicians, waiters etc,
etc would be unaware of everything we were doing. The subliminals in
the music would see to that, making everybody who wasn't me, Michelle,
Sophie and Famke purposefully pay no attention to - nor have any
recollection of - our presence.
After the event itself the guard who also doubled as an Organization
Agent would get me the Security Tapes and I would have the techs make
copies that didn't show our presence, keep all those that did and turn
them into another top seller.
I was in the best European, tailor-made suit money could buy and
I had to admit it fit like a dream, my hair was done up and my face was
set into the classic confident - slightly arrogant - look of the
Worlds Greatest Secret Agent.
I stepped into the main room and was instantly lost amongst the
various Politicians, Dignitaries, Aides, bored Wives, Escorts, Secretaries,
Ambassadors etc, etc. Despite my months of conditioning I still felt that
moment of trepidation I always felt whenever I was relying solely on the
strength of my talents to bring my prey to me.
And then she was there, tapping gently on my shoulder and smiling
at me, saying exactly the words she was meant to.
"Excuse me," said Famke Janssen, red scarf draped around her neck and
over her arms, a tight ankle length dress clinging lovingly to her body,
beside her stood the equally lovely Michelle Yeoh, herself in an expensive
black dress that came down to just above her knees, her hair done up in a
bun with bangs hanging down, framing her forehead,"But can you settle a
dispute for us, Mister....?"
And then I said the words I'd always wanted to say since I was
a youngster.
"Bond, James Bond."
"I want to know as much a I can about her prior history,
men she dated as far back as you can get, her sexual habits, her
promiscuity...."
"Dominic," interrupted Donovan, causing the Attorney to frown,"I
don't like the sounds of this, we can't put the victim on trial...."
"Alleged victim," Tony Gorman corrected.
"Regardless," continued Donovan,"If you're planning on playing
to the Jury that she led him on...."
"That's not my intention at all, Donovan," smiled Dominic, flashing
the now familiar grin,"But just because that avenue is closed off from
us does not mean we don't explore the possibilities. For all we know
she is promiscuous, perhaps she gets a thing out of teasing men and chose
the wrong guy.... if that's the case then we have an obligation to our
Client to follow through."
Donovan frowned but said no more, simply nodding his head as
Dominic continued to lay out their assignments on this case. He and
Tony had only just finished successfully squashing the prior
drug convictions of one of their Clients, knocking the legs out from
under the Prosecutions Case and forcing the Judge to throw out the charges.
But there was no rest, now Dominic had them as First and Second Chair
on a case for the Grandson of a very important client. Ricardo Vergara
had been one of the Firm's first Clients and still held powerful business
contacts around the world, though his son Roberto now ran the Family
Business. His Grandson Ricardo Vergara The Second was not interested
in Business, preferring to pretend he was a penniless musician roughing it
out in the mean streets of New York.
The fact he was living in a massive SoHo Loft on the modest income
of 4 million dollars a year was rarely mentioned by his hangers-on, however.
Several weeks earlier Ricardo had been accused of raping a 17
year old girl who had been entranced by his act and been hanging around
him for weeks. Usually his Family would pay off the girl and sweep it
under the rug, but unfortunately for Ricardo she had been another 'poor
little rich girl' slumming it on the streets much like him, and when her
own wealthy family found out what had happened they'd brought an action
against him.
So far it had been kept out of the Media, which was how both
families wanted it, but the girls Lawyers were tearing viciously into
Ricardo's reputation and his Family wanted blood.
"My name is Famke Jansennov," Famke introduced herself with a
smile, as we left the main hall and made our way down the comparatively
quieter hallways of the Embassy. As we had moved through the hall people
had unconsciously made way for us, not even noticing our presence, which
was bizarre considering the beauty of the two women flanking me on either
side. Of course, the subliminal conditioning of the music was telling them
not to notice us, not to remember us, not to get in our way, those messages
being repeated over and over in their subconscious while the more complex
messages were only recognized by Famke, Michelle and Sophie, who had yet
to make her appearance.
"And I am Mei Chel Yeoh," added Michelle, bastardizing her name
horribly, not that I cared.... exotic names were all part of the charm of
James Bond.
"And what exactly is it you ladies want of me?" I asked, affecting
a Pierce Brosnan-like accent because my Sean Connery was so horrendous.
We came to a door and opened it, finding inside a very large
and well appointed room. Though neither of them knew it, this was one
of several offices held by the Ambassador of this Embassy for his day to
day business. It gave me a real thrill to know that this scene would
be played out in the office that was a real part of the global play of
Politics.
"We wish to settle a dispute," Michelle said,"We were discussing
which was the truer form of communism, the failed method of Russia or
the working model of China."
"Actually we were discussing how the true vision of Marxism was
distorted first by Lenin, corrupted by Stalin and thoroughly decimated by
our so-called Comrades who were worse than even the decadent capitalists
we'd been brought up to despise."
"Then what of Chairman Mao?" I asked.
"A great man who held true to his vision," smiled Michelle.
"A man who allowed the simple liberties of life to be
squashed and all hope to be crushed from the minds and hearts of the
self-same populace that Marx and Lenin sough to elevate," countered Famke,
her wonderful accent delighting me, so effortlessly did she put it on I
could almost believe she was actually Russian,"He went to measures that
even Stalin would have called cruel, and because of that and that alone
does China's communism exist today, though it is a bastardization of
the true vision of Marx."
"And so how can I settle this dispute," I asked with a grin,"Surely
two 'comrades' don't need a decadent capitalist like myself to solve
their political debates."
Famke closed the door with a bump of her butt and grinned at
me, a cheeky smile that filled me with delight,"But that is where you
are wrong, Mr Bond, a 'decadent capitalist' like yourself has the benefit
of an outside view."
She moved around behind the desk, stripping herself of her scarf
and tossing it carelessly aside. She settled her arms against the hard oak
that saw the shuffling correspondence of national politics travel over it
every day, causing her breasts to press together as she looked sultrily up
at me. Michelle was sitting at the right end of the desk, her arms leaning
back on either side of Famke's, one leg wrapped over the other, causing her
dress to ride up and show a large expanse of firmly toned leg. They both
looked at me with a look that was somehow both questioning, patient,
teasing, seductive and sultry at the same time. They were the epitome of
class - both of them - and the only singular word that could adequately
describe them was exotic.
"So Mr. Bond," smiled Michelle,"Which is the superior? Chinese or
Russian?"
"Quite a dilemma," I smirked, walking around the desk and looking
both beautiful women over in great detail, taking in every inch of both
Michelle and Famke,"The similarities are obvious, but the differences are
so delightful."
I trailed one finger down Michelle's extended arm, then up Famke's
and around her neck,"Do we really need to look upon it as rivals? Can't
the Russians and the Chinese be friends?"
Michelle and Famke exchanged rolling eyes and even I had to admit
the dialogue was cheesy as hell..... but no worse than your average
Bond movie, and quite a lot classier than the later Roger Moore movies....
at least I wasn't calling anyone Octopussy.
"How typical of a decadent westerner to turn politics into a
come-on," smiled Michelle,"All Embassy staff are warned of such things
before we move to International Countries."
"It was before my time," nodded Famke, not making any effort
to stop me as I ran my fingers down her side and made her body shudder
in pleasure,"But the old Soviet Union too had classes on how to resist
the so-called charms of the Westerners."
"And how successful were they?" I grinned.
Famke's grin faded for a second, then came back full force,"I
must admit, the theory of the classes and the practical experience of
the field often differed severely."
Michelle rolled back her head - her nose mere inches for Famke's
cleavage - and laughed, rich and deep, causing my grin to spread wider...
they were both walking breathing sex and they knew it. Everyone who
would watch this tape knew it too, they had brought me into this room
to 'seduce' me. They honestly believed they were Russian and Chinese
respectively, and were looking for the thrill of 'forbidden fruit' which
in this case was me, a decadent Capitalist.
Who was I to say no?
"Am I to take it that you haven't had the training then?" I asked.
"You would win that bet, Tovarisch," she smiled, pushing her
breasts forward a little more so they were almost touching Michelle's
face.
"Then how would you react to this, I wonder?" I asked, wrapping an
arm around her waist and nibbling gently at her earlobe. I felt her
body shudder with delight, responding to my skills but primarily to her
conditioning. Through my contacts I'd gotten access to them, their homes
in L.A, studios where they were currently working, and set up my
conditioning through subliminal imaging, subliminal audios, telephone
calls and finally direct face to face meetings where I'd created the
fantasy/script in their minds, the final parts having been shifted into
place when they arrived at the Embassy.
"Pathetic," giggled Michelle as she watched Famke squirm and
moan in pleasure as I kissed and nuzzled at her ear, her cheek, her
lips, her neck. Famke gripped the edges of the desk with more and more
pressure, until her knuckles were white, and I felt her hips beginning
to jerk involuntarily. Carefully I moved myself into place behind her,
pressing my crotch into her rear so that she was humping back into me
with more and more urgency, all while Michelle languished on the desk
watching with delight and growing arousal. Her own legs were spreading
against the tight material of her skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Why Ms. Yeoh," I grinned,"You're not wearing panties."
"Don't stop...." moaned Famke, and I went back to kissing her
neck, my eyes locked on Michelle's as she gazed back at me with growing
lust.
"Undergarments.... are a luxury, Mr. Bond," she moaned, lying
her head back on the desk and running her hands down over her body,
down her thighs and pulling the dress slowly up her sexy dancers legs.
Gently I began bending Famke over the desk till her chest were
placed just above Michelle's, then reached down and grabbed the slit of
her dress, rolling the entire thing over her hips to reveal her tiny
black g-string.
I had moved aside slightly to give the cameras a shot of her
delicious ass, and now I too great delight in hooking her g-string with
my finger and slowly, slowly pulling it down over her creamy white buttocks,
showing just as much as before, but with the g-string gone it seemed that
much more lewd.
"What are you doing, Mr. Bond....?" she managed to moan before
I kissed her, sliding my tongue between her lips as I unclasped my belt
and slid my pants down, moving up behind her.
"Doing my bit for International Relationships," I replied, breaking
the kiss, and then slid every inch of my cock deep inside of her.
"BOZHE MOI!" she grunted as my hips pressed into her buttocks,
then rolled her head back on her neck and kissed me desperately. I returned
her passion equally, fired up now by this hot red-head as she bucked back
against me, fucking me into her so that I didn't need to do anything but
stand there.
"I did not think a man could pleasure a woman like so," moaned
Michelle, slowly rubbing her nipples with her fingertips through her
dress, watching the two of us intently,"In China women are usually the
domain of older Party Members with little vitality left in them, we must
turn to other sources for our passion."
"Such as?" I asked with a grin, breaking my liplock with Famke
and bending her forward again so her breasts were pressing against
Michelle's, the Asian women's fingers trapped between two fantastic
sets of breasts.
"Such as this," moaned Michelle, and dropped her legs over the
edge of the desk, allowing her strong legs to drag her down (and her
skirt up) till Famke's breasts were above her face. She reached up and
pulled the dress down, letting Famke's breasts spring free, then took
one in hand and began to suckle greedily at the firm pink nipple.
"Ooooo-ooooh," moaned Famke as I began to pump in and out of her
and Michelle suckled at her tit. The normal sensations were
being compounded by my conditioning, increasing her arousal, turning
up her reactions, leaving her as nothing more than a 5' 11" nerve-ending
alight with sexual energy.
I grunted and pulled myself almost out of her, loving the sensation
of her snug, little pussy closing back in place, watching inch after inch
of my prick emerge glistened with her pussy-juice. I held myself in place
for a few seconds then plunged forward again, fucking the full length of
my cock back into her tight cunt.
"Simply delightful," I moaned as I felt the walls of her pussy
contract around me,"Russian has such a unique taste...."
"Oooh," panted Famke roughly, overwhelmed by my cock sliding in
and out of her as Michelle suckled at her tits,"Ohhhhh!"
"Such a beautiful language," I quipped.
I pumped in and out of Famke's pussy with faster and faster
strokes of my cock, pounding into her like a machine, my cock a piston,
my hips gears. My arm was still wrapped around her waist, pressing into
the oaken desk, and a quick movement later had my finger between her
thighs, pressing my fingers against her engorged clitoris and exacerbating
her all ready overwhelmed body.
"Ooooooh! Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" screamed Famke loudly,
though the sound-proofed room meant that wasn't a problem. I grinned and
nuzzled at her neck, eyes greedily taking in the swell of her breasts,
pushed up and out by Michelle's mouth and hands as she sucked and squeezed
at the other woman's tits.
"Uuuuuhh! Yo... you're fuh-fuh-fucking meeeee!" groaned Famke,
my fingers working their magic on her clitoris and my cock working it's
mojo on her cunt, bringing her towards a mind-blowing orgasm.
Her cunt was burning up with desire, the heat spreading out from
my plunging cock, extending out to all her nerves, causing her nipples
to grow erect (and even more sensitive to Michelle's fingers and teeth
and lips) and the hairs on the back of her head to stand up on end.
I was slamming into her now with reckless abandon, knowing my
own body well enough now to know when I would reach the point of no
return. I drove my cock into her juicy, dripping pussy as my hips smacked
loudly against the curved cheeks of her ass. Famke gripped onto the edge
of the desk to keep her in place, causing her body to shake and quiver
with each forward thrust of my cock into her. Her tits jiggled and
quivered, causing them to jump about over Michelle's mouth. The Asian
women adapted admirably, reaching up and grabbing both firm globes roughly
in hand, squeezing them tightly before sliding her arms around Famke's
neck and pulling her body down. This left her bent double over the
desk, tits pressed firmly into Michelle's face as I slammed into her
quivering ass over and over again.
I was grunting with the exertion, my body glistening with sweat,
causing a wet smacking sound as our flesh connected over and over, my
cock driving into her gushing cunt, my hips pounding against her
sweetly curved ass. My feet slid in between her own and I spread my
legs, causing hers to spread as well. Because Michelle was still gripping
onto her neck and back while suckling at her breasts, Famke's body had no
choice but to push her ass back against my cock, grinding me ever deeper
into her at an adjusted angle.
With a cocky smirk at the camera I began to gently rotate my
hips every 5th stroke or so, working my cock around inside of her pussy
and leaving no part of her vagina untouched by my fucking, pounding
cock.
"OH... oh.... Bozhe Moi! BOZHE MOI!" she cried out, her cunt
clamping down and tightening around my cock, increasing my own desire
to the point where I was almost ready to cum myself.
Instantly I activated my own innate conditioning, allowing myself
to cut off the actual physical and mental sensations coursing through my
body, leaving me somewhat detached. As hot as Famke was, I had two more
beautiful women to fuck tonight and James Bond or not, I was only human.
I continued to pound into her though, knowing she was near breaking
point herself. Lifting up onto my toes to change the depth and angle of
my prick's plunging thrusts into her, I increased the pace of my fucking
into her, working her into higher and higher degrees of sensation, her
back arching as much as it could, head rolling back and mouth dropping
open as a low, stuttering keening noise worked it's way out from deep
in her lungs.
Whispering a word under my breath, I set off the signal in my
own mind to emulate the sensation of climaxing. With a sharp grunt of
pleasure I slammed forward into her tightly sucking cunt, grinding deep
into her bucking ass as she dug her fingers into the oaken desk, biting
her lower lip and rolling her eyes back in their sockets as she shuddered
through an incredibly erotic, mostly silent orgasm.
Finally she calmed down and released her death-grip on the desk,
collapsing onto Michelle's chest and laying there, bent over with her
ass in the air, my cock still buried inside of her. We were both breathing
deeply, bodies glistening with sweat, but slowly I regained my composure
and pulled out of her, causing her to moan deep and low. Beneath her lay
Michelle, gently stroking Famke's hair, enjoying the feel of the other
woman's breasts against her own. She turned and smiled at me as I collapsed
down into the plush chair, breathing deeply.
"Tired all ready, Mr. Bond?" she asked with a grin.
"Just taking a breather," I grinned,"Diplomacy is difficult work,
but I plan to work long into the night until everybody is satisfied."
"I'm not satisfied with that answer," Donovan said,"In fact I'm
not satisfied with any of your answers."
"Pardon me?" asked Ricardo, lifting a surprised eye at the sudden
change in attitude from his Lawyer. Young and good looking, the muscular
Chilean was used to being treated with respect, fear or awe.
"The fact is, you're a liar Mr. Vergara," Donovan continued,
standing several feet from his sitting Client and staring down at him
with barely concealed contempt,"You lied about your financial status to
impress your hangers-on, you lied to that poor girl about helping her
develop her music, you lied to her when you said you wanted to help, and
you lied to the Police and to this Court when you said you did not force
yourself onto her."
"Who do you think you are talking to!?!" growled Ricardo, starting
to get up in his seat.
"Oh you did it, and you know you did it, and so does she, and
before this trial is out the Jury will know it too!" Donovan snapped back
at him with such force that the surprised man dropped back into his
seat,"We know you were flirting with her the night in question, we know
you told your friends to get her drunk, we know you took her to your loft
and we know that you intended to have sex with her.... and when she
wouldn't you got mad, because nobody tells Ricardo Vergara no, and when
she did you decided you were going to take what you couldn't have and you
raped her!"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" screamed Ricardo, leaping to his feet and
lunging angrily at Donovan, who stood his ground as Dominic and Tony
grabbed the powerfully built young man, restraining him.
"Mr Vergara! This is his JOB!" hissed Tony.
"Calm yourself, Mr Vergara," Dominic said calmly, using his years
of experience as an Attorney to calm the man with just his voice,"Donovan
is being hard on you because the Prosecutors are going to go for your
jugular. There is no physical evidence of forced intercourse, no witnesses
to the scene itself and plenty of corroborative evidence that the girl
often flirted with you. They're desperate and they'll go to whatever
lengths necessary to get you mad and make you look like a combustible,
volatile personality."
Ricardo forced himself to relax, shaking off Tony and Dominic's
restraining arms in a fit of pique. He straightened his suede jacket
and cast a withering glare at Donovan, whose own stony expression did
not change. Finally he allowed himself to be seated, where he cast one more
glare at Donovan to let him know he was allowing himself to be calmed.
"Aguevonao," he spat angrily,"This is a waste of my time and my
Family's money."
"This is going to save your family a great deal of
money," Dominic corrected smoothly,"Donovan is Ataoso, he will make you
hate him, but he will be your best friend in that Courtroom."
Ricardo sniffed in derision at Dominic's attempt to ingratiate
himself by throwing in the Chilean adjective for someone who is complicated,
but he nodded and inclined his head towards Donovan.
"Very well," he said,"We shall continue, but there are certain
limits even Attorneys cannot cross, do not cross them here because we are
not in a Courtroom, Cachai?"
- Eres un cabro chico, - thought Donovan angrily, longing to say
the words out loud, but he just nodded,"Of course, I am a Professional,
as you must be when you take the stand, Cachai?"
Ricardo nodded, and they started again.
Michelle's dress was wrapped thickly around her waist, her
breasts and crotch exposed. Her ass was lifted off of the desk, her
legs spread and held up by my arms as I pounded into her over and over.
She was squealing and moaning with pleasure, but it was hard to
hear, muffled as it was by Famke's cunt, the other women straddling her
face and grinding her cunt into Michelle's mouth.
I pulled back and then shoved firmly deep inside of her,
loving the feel of my cockshaft sinking into the hot celebrity's
body. She groaned low and deep from the back of her throat as I
filled her deeply. Her hands squeezed Famke's beautiful ass
spasmodically, pausing to breath deeply before plastering her mouth
against the other woman's pussy once more and greedily eating her
out.
I rammed into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her
athletic body with each thrust. Her head twisted from side to side beneath
Famke's crotch, her legs quivering in my arms and against my shoulders
as she thrust her torso back at me with each of my deep fucking thrusts,
meeting my cock at each turn.
"Mmmm, oooohmmmm, ahhhmmmm," she moaned in a muffled groan, pumping
her crotch roughly against mine, her cunt greedily tightening and sucking
on my penis, pulling at it as I pulled back, gripping to it tightly
when I slammed it forward.
I worked my hard cock into her eagerly-upthrust cunt, her gushing
juices flooding around my prick as I pounded into her, her hands squeezing
and kneading Famke's ass as her back arched as she screamed out her orgasm
deep into Famke's pumping crotch, which in turn drove the other woman
over the edge.
"Awwwww fuuuuuhhhh-ck!!!!" Famke cried out,"Your tongue! OOOOHHH!!"
My eyes greedily crawled over the sight of my cock pumping in
and out of her glistening, bald cunt-lips, her flat stomach raising up
and down with panting breaths, her firm breasts firm and erect, nipples
straining upwards, dew-drops of sweat hanging from them, her graceful
neck leading up to her beautiful face, Famke's juices dripping down over
her chin as the other woman orgasmed into her Asian Celebrity lover's
mouth.
My nostrils flared and my eyes widened with lust at the sight
of Famke's buttocks tightening and clamping down as she worked her hips
in tight circles over Michelle's face. I pistoned my cock hard and fast
into her juicy, slick fuck-hole with the long, deep strokes, working my
own hips with the same rhythm that Famke was working her cunt
into Michelle's face. The response was immediate, as I watched her body
arch and felt the muscles in her leg tightening. She actually physically
slammed her body downwards, swallowing my cock fully inside of her and
grinding her ass against my crotch.
I felt light-headed with desire, no matter how many women I
screwed, no matter how many celebrities I made my own, I never got tired
of this, the moment when all thoughts ceased, when everything came down
to pure reponse to stimulis. We were all three of us machines now,
giving up our individuality and personality to an act as old as humanity
itself.
The only difference being, I could bring myself back whenever
I wanted to.
But for now I had no intention of stopping, the way I was feeling
at the moment I could go on fucking them all night. The feel of her,
being inside of her, it was ecstasy, hot wet steaming sex with a beautiful
Asian celebrity who was herself eating out a fellow Celebrity, one born
in Holland who lived in America and had been made famous for playing a
Russian in a British film.
I grinned stupidly as I pistoned my cock in and out of
her tightly-clinging pussy, loving the muffled groans and whimpers of
pleasure I could hear coming from beneath Famke's cunt.
"Oooooh yessssss," I hissed, knowing she was close to coming
again and that I myself was once again near the point of no return. For
the second time that night I activated my own internal conditioning and
prevented myself from orgasming, instead continuing to give a hard, deep
dicking as her body was wracked by yet another orgasm.
With an evil grin I reached down and pressed my fingers against
her throbbing clit, and as I felt her body jerk violently in reaction to
the unexpected sensation, I squeezed the stiff, slippery knob of flesh
between my thumb and forefinger.
"MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!" she screamed between
Famke's thighs as I squeezed her clit firmly, even as I continued to fuck
in and out of her juicy cunt with wet sluicing thrusts of my prick.
I could feel the pressure in my balls growing, but it was only
a feeling, a collection of memories I had used to convince my mind I was
cumming while in fact my body stopped responding to physical stimulus. This
way I could cum all night long without ever blowing my load, though of
course I would make a point of doing just that when we reached the climax
of the event.
Her body was arching higher and higher and I could see her feet
stretching beside either side of my face, toes pointing straight up at
the ceiling. This caused her ass to raise up off the desk, sweat dripping
from her tightly clenched buttocks, wildly changing the angle of my
prick inside of her. Her mouth was still firmly plastered against Famke's
own orgasming pussy as her tits pressed ever outward, her body curving
to near impossible angles as she thrust and ground against me, my fingers
doing double time on her clit as she exploded with a massive orgasm and
drenched my cock in thick, juicy cunt-cream.
Finally she collapsed, causing my cock to pull out of her with
a pop, and for the first time I realized I'd been up on my tip-toes to
retain the angle of my fucking into her.
Famke continued to ride her exhausted face for a few moments,
then finally rolled her legs over and collapsed into the seat I'd collapsed
into after fucking her earlier.
I rested my arms against the desk, still crouched over Michelle's
exhausted, well fucked body, breathing deeply, face red with the exertion
of fucking two very hot, athletic Bond Girls.
"My little red book never said anything about this...." moaned
Michelle after a couple of minutes of lying on the desk, deeply sucking
in air.
"Mmmmmmmmm," moaned Famke happily, curled up happily in her
chair.
"Who knew International Relations could be so fascinated," I quipped
with a smirk,"My oh my, a decadent Capitalist, two Communists - one former
and one practicing..... all we need now is a Hedonist and the night would
be complete."
And that's when all three of us realized the door to the Office
had opened and a newcomer had been standing in the doorway for the past
five minutes.
"Consider the night complete," said Sophie Marceau with a wink.
"I NEVER RAPED HER!" screamed Ricardo.
"Cuenta la firme!" roared Donovan back at him,"You ruined that
girls life, at least have the......"
"No estoy ni ahi" spat Ricardo in his seat, hands angrily gripping
the arm-rest of his chair.
"Que choro," grunted Donovan, turning his back on
Ricardo contempteously,"Cuma...."
"Escoba!" hissed Ricardo, and started to stand up, but
a restraining hand on his shoulder gave him pause.
"A Prosecutor would never go this far, never switch languages
on the Jury or the Judge," Dominic whispered calmly in his ear,"Donovan
is going harder on you so that when you sit in that Witness Stand, nothing
the Prosecutor throws at you will phase you in the slightest."
Ricardo nodded and swallowed, then shook his head roughly and
collapsed back into his seat,"Look at me, I am sweating like a pig... it's
like being in a fist fight."
"Donovan's the best at this," smiled Dominic as he looked up at
Donovan, who was now calmly discussing case notes with Tony,"This is how
he got to The Celebrity Hypnotist, he was losing the case till he pinned
LeBlanc down on the Witness Stand and angered him into confessing to the
whole thing."
Ricardo nodded again, then cocked his head at Dominic,"You were
defending The Hypnotist, weren't you?"
Dominic's trademark grin slid for a second, then returned
full force,"True, and that's why Donovan works for us now."
There was a timid knock at the door and all four men in the room
turned to stare in surprise at each other, it was nearly midnight, who
else was in the building?
Then Donovan smiled.
"Come in Joan," he said.
The Secretary who had been with him since his days as a Street
Lawyer entered nervously, holding a tray of cool drinks, each one the
favorite of one particular man.
"Marvelous woman," grinned Dominic as Donovan playfully berated
his loyal Secretary for sticking around so late.
Ricardo did not respond, staring at Joan, or more specifically
her slim figure, as she unconsciously flirted with her Boss, finally
whispering softly,"Mijita rica!"
I was down on my knees, face buried between Sophie's thighs
as I hungrily lapped at her pussy. She was lying on her back on the
desk that had all ready had two hot Celebrities lying naked on it
today, and now there were three.
Michelle and Famke lay on either side of her, taking turns to
deeply kiss her, tongues entwining, all three women making low keening
noises that seemed to make my cock swell every time.
She'd introduced herself as Sophie Marceopoulos, bored Heiress
of a rich Greek Shipping Magnate, not that anyone had really been listening.
The moment she'd introduced herself we'd been approaching her,
closing the door behind her, removing her clothes, kissing her all over,
moving her into the office, placing her on the desk, and now using our
tongues on her in some very interesting ways.
Her thighs were pressing against my ears as I gripped onto her
hips and eagerly lapped at her all ready overflowing pussy. Looking up
over her nude Celebrity body I could see just over the tops of her firm
breasts to see Famke and Michelle kissing her and each other. It was
an incredibly erotic sight and my cock, despite 'cumming' twice, was
thick and hard and desperate to get inside of her.
I shifted my hands to grasped the firm cheeks of her delightful
ass, allowing me to hold myself in place as Sophie humped and churned
her hips up against my face as I licked and sucked hungrily at her juicy
snatch.
It felt like she was all ready on the verge of cumming, and cumming
hard. She'd obviously been excited watching me fucking Michelle, and now
the combination of my tongue and Famke and Michelle's hands running all
over her body as they exchanged kisses was obviously too much for her.
I pulled her shaven cunt-lips into my mouth, ran my tongue between
them, nuzzled my nose up into her clitoris, pressed my chin firmly between
her tight buttocks and held on for the ride of a lifetime as she began to
thrust her pelvis wildly up and down.
She was tossing her head back and forth all ready, her tits
pressing out as she arched her back, Michelle and Famke's hands running
over her body, fingers pulling at her nipples, mouths nuzzling at her
neck and chin and lips.
I dragging my tongue slowly up the full length of her slit, then
sucked her throbbing clit deep into my mouth and flicked my tongue back
and forth rapidly over the tip of the turgid little love-button.
"Unnnnhhhhh, ooooh yes, baby, yes," she moaned,"Suck it... suck
my clit, I can feel it.... ooooh I can feel it!"
Hearing her wanton moans caused me to redouble my efforts, there
was nothing I enjoyed more than bringing a woman off just with my tongue,
it did my good to know I still had what it took, even if I wasn't eighteen
anymore.
She slammed her cunt up against my face, grinding her pussy into
my mouth, forcing her clit against my teeth and increasing her pleasure
a thousandfold.
"I... I.... UH! I don't be... believe it," she moaned,"I'm gonna
cum! I'm gonna fucking cuuuum!!!!"
And she did, her hot juices flooding my mouth as her ass lifted
high into the air, forcing her shoulders back into the desk and thrusting
her tits out.
She let out a strangled moan of deep desire as her orgasm broke,
flooding her entire body with wave after wave of pleasure, stretching out
to the furthermost extremities of her limbs. And all throughout it all
I lapped at her creaming, juicy pussy with reckless abandon, gulping down
as much as I could of her love-juices, coating my face in the stuff, her
cream dripping from my chin as I ate her out.
Eventually she calmed, her body collapsing onto the desk, her
chest rising and falling with heavy panting as Famke and Michelle leaned
over her, standing now to almost form a triangle of hot, naked celebrity
flesh. The two 'Communists' kissed passionately above Sophie's heaving
chest as I stood up and grinned at them both. Breaking their kiss, their
eyes narrowed in instantly on the juices glistening on my lips, cheeks
and chin. They rushed down the opposite sides of the desk and pulled their
bodies close to mine, eagerly kissing me and tasting Sophie's juices
before licking and sucking at my face to get the rest of it.
My prick was throbbing with desire now and it was time for the
final glorious moment.
Her legs were spread lewdly, one hand lying between her legs,
the other playing absently with a nipple, rubbing it between two fingers.
"Now," I said with a grin,"Never let it be said England won't
stretch itself thin to please all our International friends."
"Uhhh? Wha...?" she asked, confused.
"Allow me to demonstrate," I smirked, grabbing my cock in hand
and getting into position,"It's all part of the service."
And then I slammed my cock deep inside of Sophie Marceau's cunt.
Her eyes bulged wide as she felt me fuck myself deep into her,
surprised at the sudden penetration, but that quickly changed to delight
as I ground against her and she got used to having me inside of her.
I of course, was simply delighted, there was nothing like being
inside pussy, and celebrity pussy was the best, not even Royal pussy could
compare, and I'd had it all, normal, political, celebrity, royal, and
considered myself the foremost expert.
I pulled back and then slid in, Famke and Michelle leaning close
to me, tits pressing in my shoulders, legs wrapped around my thighs,
their breathing becoming faster as they excitedly watched my cock pump
in and out of Sophie's cunt.
Gripping her thighs to hold her in place, I moved my hips back
and forth in a circular motion, pumping into her with short strokes at
varying angles, my cock riding along the walls of her pussy and driving
her insane with pleasure so soon after her earlier orgasm.
As she began to moan and gasp, I increased the length of my
strokes, taking time to turn and kiss first Michelle, then Famke, then
watch as they leaned across my chest to kiss each other.
Her fingers clawed at the oaken desk and in the back of my head
I made a mental note to have The Organization replace it later on tonight,
and a further note to keep it for myself as a memento.
Her head twisted from side to side as she lifted her hips and
fucked back at my thrusting cock. The sensations of my prick against
the lips of her cunt as I pumped in and out of her was making her head
spin with erotic sensation, making coherent thought impossible. This
high level of arousal worked in my favor, because my conditioning directed
their memories of these events into the realm of fantasy and dreams, the
unreal nature of their heightened arousal was not believable as a 'real'
event and they were only too pleased to believe it was a dream. Thus,
it wasn't worth remembering outside of a subconscious memory of something
primal and exciting, and my identity remained secure.
My eyes ran down over her deliciously lewdly splayed thighs,
watching as my cock fucked in and out of her cunt, her pink shaven cuntlips
clinging to the shaft as I withdrew, then slamming back in as my cock did
the same, plunging deep into her. It was an erotic sight and simply
added to the delightful sensation of fucking her.
She bent her legs and lifted them high, allowing me greater
access, letting me slam deep into her again and again, my balls slapping
against her tightly clenched buttocks. I was getting the deepest possible
penetration now, my pubic bone slamming against her engorged clitoris,
pounding m our hips together, forcing air from her lungs, making her
feel breathless and excited as she felt her vision going black at the
corner of her eyes.
She threw her head back and sucked in a huge lungful of air,
feeling giddy and lightheaded, her body nothing but pure sensation now,
burning up with unbridled passion as her cunt clasped my cock with each
thrust inside of her. Whimpers and incoherent moans escaped her body,
her eyelids fluttered and shook as she gurgled with delight, her head
rolling about on the desk as she fought to prevent her orgasm as long as
possible, drawing out the moment of anticipation as long as she could
before the inevitable mind-blowing orgasm.
Feeling my own lust building, this time I let it go, allowing
myself past the point of no return. I fucked her harder than ever, pounding
into her, my hips pumping up and down, in and out, filling her bucking,
rolling cunt with my hard, throbbing, ready to burst cock.
Her eyes rolled and crossed as she gurgled with delight, her
hips rising and rising, ass clenching, breasts straining out, teeth
clenching and breath hissing between them as she lost her battle to hold
it back and came, and came hard.
"Ooooh fuuuck!" I moaned as I continued to pound into her now
vice-like cunt, even as she writhed beneath me and cried out in mindless
pleasure as her orgasm took control of her body. My face was screwed up
in a ridiculous mask of lust, but I was the only one who would ever see it,
the techs would unknowingly change The Organization's copy of the film
so that another Celebrity would be doing Sophie Marceau, and that Celebrity
in turn would be altered by the same techs (knowingly this time) to show
Pierce Brosnan.
But all of that was hours away yet, for now I was just interested
in blowing my load, and I continued to slam-fuck into Sophie's cunt as
beside me Famke and Michelle rolled about on the floor, kissing and
running their hands over each other's bodies.
I watched Sophie bite her lower lip and drag deep gouges into
the surface of the desk with her nails as I fucked deep into her gushing,
creaming pussy and felt sweet release flood through my body as I blasted
jet after jet of thick, ropy sperm deep up inside her cunt.
As I came I tore my hands from her hips and slammed my palms into
the desk on either side of her chest, leaning right over her as I kept
myself buried deep into her, grinding my crotch against hers, feeling her
nipples against my chest, scraping deliciously along my chest, which was
of course ultra-sensitive following my climax.
I rested against her a few moments, then with a low groan echoed
by Sophie, leaned back and pulled out of her, running my hands down her
thighs as I did so.
Turning to survey the scene, I watched Michelle and Famke lying
on the floor, languidly kissing as their hands slowly ran over each other's
bodies, while Sophie lay spread-eagled on the desk with her juices and
my cum pooling against her ass-cheeks.
"The things I do for Queen and Country," I said with a smirk
at the camera.
And that was that, the scene was done, the cameras wrapped up and
the girls cleaned up. Staggering unsteadily out of the room after getting
redressed, each one found an operative waiting for them, ready to escort
them home where their clothes would be taken from them and destroyed
while they showered, went to bed and woke up the next day feeling happy,
refreshed and with no memory of the previous nights events.
Nobody at the Embassy Party would remember seeing them because
none of them had 'seen' them, any security tapes of us were all ready being
removed, destroyed and replaced with ones that showed no activity in
them.
It was perfect, just like everything I did, nobody could fault
my conditioning, my planning, my almost obsessive attention to detail. I
always took everything into account and, once I had set my mind to make
something happen, it happened.
And nothing, nothing, could ever put an end to that.
Ricardo sat on the ass, looking in shock up at Donovan who stood
over him, fists clenched angrily. Blood dripped from the Chilean's nose,
and it was taking every ounce of Donovan's will not to step in and finish
the job he'd started.
On the desk several feet away, Joan sat clutching her torn shirt
together with one hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. Donovan had
stepped in just as Ricardo had been in the process of showing her 'she
really wanted it', and he hated himself for leaving them alone for more
than 2 minutes. Dominic and Tony had left with Ricardo half an hour
earlier, but Ricardo had returned ten minutes later while Joan was packing
up for the night and Donovan was making some last minute case-notes.
He'd gone to the toilet for a minute and come back to find Ricardo
making his move, and he'd made his.
"How dare you strike me!" hissed Ricardo,"Don't you know who...."
"One more word," growled Donovan,"And you'll never see your
precious family again."
He turned to Joan, who was staring at him with wide eyes,"Joan,
leave the room."
"Duh... Donovan?" she asked, confused.
"Leave the room," he repeated, and giving Ricardo a wide berth
she did as she was told, casting back a worried glare as she did so.
"Now," growled Donovan, feeling more clear-headed than he had
for months,"Stand up, Aguevona, because I'm going to explain very clearly
to you exactly what's going to happen in Court tomorrow when the Judge
asks you how you plead."
End Celebrity Hypnotist 18.
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For those interested, below is a list of those Celebrities which
have featured over the last eighteen chapters, followed by a listing
of those who will feature in the next (and final) two chapters.
Demi Moore Kim Basinger
Teri Hatcher Michelle Pfieffer
Gillian Anderson Nicole Kidman
Daphne Zuniga Drew Barrymore
Lisa Kudrow Uma Thurman
Courteney Cox Alicia Silverstone
Lauren Holly Heather Locklear
Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Love Hewitt
Helen Hunt Debbe Dunning
Faith Ford Patricia Richardson
Mary Hart Sarah Michelle Gellar
Tea Leoni Neve Campbell
Carmen Elektra Jenny McCarthy
Jenna Elfman Julia Roberts
Cindy Crawford Isabella Rosselinni
The Spice Girls Tyra Banks
Sandra Bullock Cameron Diaz
Catherine Zeta Jones Claudia Schiffer
Gwyneth Paltrow Charlize Theron
Angelina Jolie Deborah Kara Unger
Elizabeth Hurley Lucy Lawless
Renee O'Connor Natalie Imbruglia
Toni Braxton Shania Twain
Jennifer Lopez Erika Eleniak
Yasmine Bleeth Nicole Eggert
Andrea Thompson Kim Delaney
Gina Gershon Thandie Newton
Famke Janssen Michelle Yeoh
Sophie Marceau
CH 19 - Maturity - Renee Russo & Sharon Stone
Ch 20 - Dirty Old Man - Anna Kournikova, Britney Spears, Brandy, Melissa
Joan Hart, Katie Holmes, Michelle Williams, Christina Ricci, Mena Suvari,
Alyson Hannigan & Laura Prepon.