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Hypno Celeb 17: Celine Dion and Sheryl Crow
by MAW
MC,FF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help.
     My first story of 1998, with a lot more to come. Enjoy.


     Sheryl Crow smiled as she pushed her way backstage. Another
awards show, she'd forgotten which one, she'd been to so many.
She had just finished singing the title song from the new Bond
movie "Tomorrow Never Dies." She was dressed in a tight black
jumpsuit, meant to mirror the spy song. Her curly brown hair came
to her shoulders and she ran a hand through it as she went back
to her seat. The "spotter," the person assigned to sit in her
seat when she wasn't there, stood up to let her return. Sheryl
smiled and thanked the people next to her, who were
congratulating her on her performance.
     Sheryl sank back on the seat, exhausted. Between touring and
the award grind, she was reaching her limits. But she was enough
of a show business person to know she had to keep up the
appearance of being happy. Still, there were times she honestly
did miss the relaxation of obscurity. She couldn't wait for the
show to be over and for her to head upstairs to her room in the
Las Vegas hotel. She applauded with the rest of the crowd at the
announcement of the next performer than relaxed in her seat as
the lights in the theater dimmed. 
     A sole spotlight illuminated the stage and she stepped out.
She was stunning as always in a long white gown with a dip in the
cleavage and a slit showing off a thin and shapely leg. Her light
brown hair was combed nicely behind her and streaked with a dark
blond. But her face got your attention. That nose, that chin,
those gorgeous eyes and a overall look of beauty. Celine Dion
certainly knew how to get attention.
     She began to sing, "The Heart Goes On" from *Titanic*
filling the building. Her voice packed emotion, there was no
denying that. And a lot of talent. She made you feel the highs
and lows as she hit them. Sheryl had heard some of Celine's songs
before and respected her talent. However, for the first time, she
felt something different. Something odd. Something that only came
from seeing her live.
     As Celine sang, Sheryl felt an odd feeling wash over her, a
feeling of relaxation. It was as if hearing Celine's voice made
the efforts of the last few days wash away, lifting a huge weight
off of Sheryl's shoulders. Yet she still felt heavy in her sleep,
her eyes fixed on Celine. Celine turned and seemed to see Sheryl,
locking eyes with her. Sheryl was enraptured by those eyes. They
seemed to deepen the more she looked at them. Celine appeared to
smile slightly, as if she could see Sheryl's relaxed expression.
She moved down the stage, breaking off eye contact but Sheryl
kept watching her, the way her body moved, the dress hugging that
smooth form. 
     The song finally ended and Celine bowed her head, taking in
the applause. Sheryl shook her head, the roar of the crowd
seeming to snap her out of her daze. She joined in the applause
and watched as Celine began backing off the stage. Before she
knew what was happening, Sheryl stood up and moved to the side
exit. Caught off-guard, her spotter quickly filled her seat,
wondering why the rocker had bolted so quickly. The same thought
was filling Sheryl's mind when she came backstage. She saw Celine
walking towards her and was again struck by those eyes. "Um,
Celine?" she began, haltingly. "I-wanted to say that I really
enjoyed--I mean, I liked--you were--" 
     Sheryl's voice broke off as she looked deeper into Celine's
eyes. She felt like she was falling into them, like they were
pools swallowing up her mind and drowning her thoughts. She heard
a small lyrical voice. A distant part of her mind told her it was
Celine's but she didn't notice the words, she was mesmerized by
those eyes. "I always catch someone every performance," Celine
said in her soft voice. "I was hoping it'd be you." She reached
out a hand and brushed Sheryl's hair. Sheryl kept staring at her
eyes, oblivious to Celine's movements. Celine smiled. "Sheryl,
would you like to come to my room and make love to me?" After a
moment's pause, Sheryl nodded, her gaze never leaving Celine's. 
     Celine took Sheryl by the hand and began leading her
backstage. In all the bustle and hurry, no one took notice of
them. If they had, they might have been struck by the slight look
of mischief on Celine's face and the utter lack of expression on
Sheryl's. Celine led the rocker to a private hallway and to the
elevator. She moved her hand forward, the fingers ever-so-
slightly touching Sheryl's leather-covered bosom. The elevator
rang and Celine led Sheryl into the car. Hitting the button, she
leaned against the wall and again locked her eyes onto Sheryl.
     "I guess I was twenty when I first started noticing it,"
Celine said in a soft voice as the car began moving up. "I'm not
sure what it is myself. All I know is, when I sing, someone
becomes entranced by it. Literally. That's how I got my first
record deal, you know. It wasn't too long after that the
pressures of road travel got to me and I learned I could use this
for pleasure as well. Like I said, I can't explain the cause, but
I appreciate the results. Like you. Right now, Sheryl, all you
can think about is me. How beautiful I am, how elegant. How much
you love listening to me and doing what I say. If I wanted you to
kiss me, you would, wouldn't you?"
     "..Yes.." Sheryl said, spellbound.
     "Of course you would. What I say goes." The elevator
stopped, the doors sliding open. Taking Sheryl by the hand,
Celine led her down the hallway and to her hotel room. Opening
it, she led Sheryl into the opulent room, past the eye-catching
living room and into the bedroom. Celine faced the entranced
Sheryl, appraising her. She placed her hands on her cheeks,
brought her in close and kissed what had been called "the sexiest
mouth in rock and roll." Sheryl responded slowly, then with
passion as her dulled mind felt the pleasure the kiss was
producing. They wrapped their tongues together, enjoying each
other's taste.
     They broke off as Celine stepped back. The Canadian
superstar unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall away
from her. She was topless, the nipples on her pert breasts
already tightened. She slipped off her high heel shoes and her
white panties. "Just relax, Sheryl, I'll take care of you,"
Celine said as she undressed the other woman. Sheryl was beyond
conscious thought by now and was uncaring. Celine pulled the top
over Sheryl's head and then peeled the pants down her legs.
Sheryl obligingly stepped out of her boots and stood in black
panties and bra. Celine moved in and kissed Sheryl again,
unsnapping her bra in the process. She could feel Sheryl's
breasts pressed against her and it gave her a thrill. She moved
down and pulled Sheryl's panties off, slowly running them down
those long legs. 
     Nude, the two singers fell onto the bed, Celine on top. She
and Sheryl continued to embrace, kissing each other passionetly.
Celine's smooth hand moved down to Sheryl's breasts as she
playfully pinched a nipple. She broke off the kiss and moved down
to Sheryl's bosom, burying her head in between the large mounds,
laying kisses on the smooth curves. Her hands continued down
Sheryl's body, massaging the thighs until the fingers touched the
brown hair just above Sheryl's pussy. Celine continued to kiss
Sheryl's breasts as her fingers dug into her, beginning a tempo
that had Sheryl slowly moaning and gyrating her pelvis to match.
Celine moved down to Sheryl's clit, burying her face in the sweet
center. Her hands ran up and down Sheryl's thighs as she licked
at the juices spilling out of Sheryl. Sheryl's body arched as she
came, her cum falling right into Celine's mouth. 
     Celine moved back up Sheryl's body, giving each of her
nipples a cum-covered kiss. She sat herself onto Sheryl, her
pussy right above her face. Sheryl's tongue took long, slow
movements, her reflexes dulled by her entranced state. As she
licked at her mistress' pussy, her hands ran up Celine's body,
grabbing and pinching the breasts. She used them as handholds,
pinching them and pushing them together as Celine slowly moved
back and forth on top of her, letting her tongue dig in all
around. The combination of tongue-lapping and breast-pinching had
Celine in ecstasy before long. She came onto Sheryl, her cum
trailing into her dark hair.
     Celine lay on top of Sheryl, running a hand through her
hair. She began to sing softly, a French lullaby rolling into
Sheryl's ears. Celine could feel Sheryl's body relax underneath
her as she drifted into sleep. "That's right, Sheryl," she said
softly. "Just go to sleep. You'll wake up in your own bed and you
won't remember any of this. But I will." As she continued to
sing, Celine smiled at her activities tomorrow. A photo shoot
with Barbara. She wondered how her idol would feel about her
singing.

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