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Hypno Celeb 52: Penelope Ann Miller
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. 
     She may not be as famous as some of the others on my list,
but I've always kind of liked this woman. Besides, I've been
dying to try out this approach. All comments and
suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. 


     Penelope Ann Miller pulled down her sunglasses as she
stepped out of the studio and onto the lot. Another hot day in
L.A. At least Penelope felt good. She had just wrapped her part
in her new movie and it had gone relatively well. She hoped it
would finally give her the big break she wanted. Of course, she'd
been hoping that for a few years now. Well, one could always
hope.
     Her heels clicked on the hot tar as she walked to the
parking lot. She wore a black mini-dress with a nice white shirt,
a cool outfit that helped on a day like this. Her dark brown hair
was in a pageboy haircut and her pretty face was in an expression
of contentment. It was the same expression she had when she
finished a film. 
     She walked out into the parking lot, heading to her car. She
had just reach it and was about to unlock it when she saw a
woman running up, waving at her. She was a red-haired woman in
her thirties, wearing a red shirt and shorts. She stopped about
ten feet from Penelope and waved. A smile was on her attractive
face, seeming to brighten as she saw Penelope. 
     Penelope hesitated. She really needed to get home but she
decided to wait a bit. It wasn't too often she met a fan and the
woman seemed anxious to meet her. Penelope pulled up her
sunglasses and put on her best smile, walking forward to where
the woman stood, still waving. 
     "Miss, Miller, I'm Jean, I'm a huge fan," the woman said.
She seemed rather excited, her hand still waving. Maybe she had
some nervous disorder or something. Oh, well, Penelope was just
happy to see someone so anxious to be with her. 
     "Thanks, it's always nice to meet one," Penelope said. Her
eyes drifted over to where Jean's hand still waved, moving up and
down in the air, up and down, up and down. "Truth to tell, I
didn't know I had many."
     "Oh, don't put yourself down," Jean said, her waving hand
moving slightly forward. "You are a beautiful woman and a
terrific actress. I read all about you, I even got the same
clothes as you." 
     "Really?" Penelope said. She would have felt a little more
nervous, but Jean didn't seem too dangerous. Besides, that waving
she kept doing diverted her attention slightly. She was tempted
to ask Jean to stop waving but didn't for some odd reason.
Flashes kept bouncing in Penelope's line of vision. It took a
moment to realize that it was the sunlight bouncing off of Jean's
polished fingernails. They were a bright red and seemed to glow
whenever the light hit them. 
     "I got the nail style from you too," Jean said. "I mean,
it's just so cool. Just look at it, the way it catches the light,
the way it shines. It throws light at you, red light, warm light.
Just keep looking at them. They're so nice and colorful and warm.
Just look at them. They shine so bright and warm."
     Penelope's head was buzzing. A voice was telling her that
this conversation was taking a weird turn. But her eyes were
glued to Jean's nails. Her bright, shining red nails. Penelope
watched as the nails moved back and forth, back and forth,
flashes of red light entering her eyes. She felt so warm. A
little dizzy but warm, comfortable. It felt soothing just to
listen to Jean's voice and watch her nails. 
     "Just watch them move back and forth, Penelope, back and
forth," Jean continued, lowering her voice. "Watch the shiny
nails moving back and forth, back and forth. You feel so relaxed
watching them. So very relaxed. Just keep watching, Penelope.
Watch them go back and forth, back and forth, red flashes going
into your eyes again and again, back and forth. Your eyes feel so
heavy. So very heavy. The more you watch the nails, the more they
move back and forth, back and forth, the more heavy your eyelids
feel. Heavier and heavier. So very heavy, Penelope. Let them
shut. That's right, just let your eyes shut and relax. Relax
completely."
     Penelope's eyes shut all the way, her head slumping forward
slightly. "That's right, Penelope, you're asleep now. A nice
sleep. Just keep listening to my voice, Penelope. Keep listening
to my voice and keep thinking of my nails. My nice, red nails.
Think of them flashing red in your mind. Listen to my voice and
think of the nails and you'll feel yourself drifting more and
more into sleep. Deeper and deeper asleep, as you think of the
nails and listen to my voice. The nails and my voice. Deeper and
deeper." Jean continued until she saw Penelope's face totally
slackened. She then began to issue commands she knew the
hypnotized star could not resist. 

     Penelope stepped out of her bedroom. She wore a satin
nightgown that barely covered her attractive form. Her hair was
nicely done, the lights around the house were dimmed she had her
makeup on. Penelope didn't really know why she was doing all
this. She wasn't expecting anyone and going all out like this for
herself was unusual.
     Before she could give it more thought, the doorbell rang.
Penelope walked over to it and opened it. Jean stood on the other
side, wearing a long trenchcoat. She looked right into Penelope's
eyes and spoke softly. "Nails are red, my eyes are blue."
Penelope's face went slack as she fell back into a trance.
     Jean stepped in and led the mesmerized Penelope down the
hall and to the bedroom. She stood Penelope before the bed,
leaving her staring at the wall. Jean took off her coat. She was
naked underneath, her large breasts hanging free, her red clit
already wet from excitement. She lay on the bed, pleased at the
feeling of the smooth sheets under her. "Have you thought of me
all day, Penelope?" 
     "Yes.." Penelope replied. In fact, erotic thoughts had been
going through her mind, instilled by Jean.
     "Are you ready to make love to me?" 
     "Yes.." Penelope said. 
     "Undress and come here," Jean ordered. Helpless to disobey,
Penelope pulled off her nightgown. She was naked underneath, her
breasts, while not overly large, still eye-catching. She came
onto the bed and crawled on top of Jean. They kissed several
times, quick, gentle kisses that soon grew longer and more
intimate. Jean kissed each of Penelope's breasts, then pushed the
hypnotized actress' face to her own bosom. Penelope was eager to
please her friend and buried her face in the large cleavage. She
tickled one nipple with her finger as her other hand massaged one
large breast.
     Penelope finally broke away from Jean's tits and moved down
to the red patch between those two lovely legs. She moved her
face into the pussy and began to lick at it. She was hesitant at
first, her inexperience showing. But soon she licking with
feeling, loving the growing sweetness on her tongue. Jean moaned
and ran her hands along her breasts, trying to urge herself
closer to orgasm. Penelope moved her tongue in and out of Jean's
pussy, driving it deeper and deeper. Jean's body arched as she
came, her juices falling onto Penelope's tongue. 
     Penelope still licked even after Jean had come. Jean
commanded her up. They kissed again, Jean tasting her own cum on
Penelope's lips. She moved herself so her face was right under
Penelope's pussy and began to return the favor. Her licks were
quicker, more experienced, her tongue lancing in and out of
Penelope's lips as she moved her hands up and down Penelope's
body. She squeezed the breasts, using them as handholds as her
tongue lapped away at Penelope. The actress was lost in pleasure,
her entranced mind hoping for nothing more than total sexual
release. It came as her entire body straightened like a bolt, her
juices covering Jean's face.

     It was an hour before sunrise as Jean finally left. Penelope
was still in bed, exhausted from what had happened last night.
She would awaken normally, with no memory of what had happened.
Jean smiled as she climbed into her car and began dressing from
the bag on the next seat. She wanted to get home and grab a quick
nap. She had a nail appointment that afternoon and she made it a
point never to miss one. 


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