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Hypno Celeb 41: Nikki Cox
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, seek help.
     This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. It has dozens of photos, real and faked, of
hypnotized women. Also, credit to the person, who wishes to
remain anonymous, who gave me the suggestion. All
suggestions/scenarios and comments welcome. Enjoy.


     "Darlene! Get in here!" Darlene rushed to enter the office.
She was mildly attractive, with curly brown hair and glasses and
her body, which she thought could stand to lose a few pounds, was
wearing a blouse and a pair of jeans. She was an assistant on
the hit show "Unhappily Ever After." It had taken a couple of
seasons, but the show was gaining interest. As much as the
critics would slam it for being a ripoff of "Married...With
Children," people loved to watch. However, the reason most of
them watched was what was currently giving her boss headaches.
     The producer was rubbing his temples as Darlene entered. She
immediately threw a bottle of aspirin to him. He immediately took
four of them. He was talking on a speaker phone to one of the
executives at the network. "That's right, Nikki wants out. She
wants to go into movies."
     Darlene instantly understood why there was so much tension.
Nikki Cox was the main reason a lot of the male demographic tuned
into the show. She was not a bad actress, with a good comic
timing and her character wasn't the dumb bimbo you might expect.
But it was her looks that got attention. The busty redhead with a
flair for super-short skirts and eye-catching outfits drew howls
of approval every time the audience saw her. She was the reason
men tuned in, no doubt about it. If she left, so did the
audience.
     "You can't let that happen," the executive on the other line
said. "You can't. If she goes, we might as well cancel the show.
Do you have any idea how much we've got tied up in her? And the
show?" Despite the success of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and
"Dawson's Creek," "Unhappily" was one of the few outstanding hits
the fledgling network had. Losing it would be a blow.
     "How am I supposed to talk her out of it?" the producer
asked. "She's got her mind set on movies. Wants to dump this
image as a flirt, wants to wear long pants once in a while. What
am I supposed to do?" 
     "That's your problem. Talk her back. I don't think I need to
tell you what happens if you don't." The line went dead. Cursing,
the producer flicked off the phone and leaned forward, his head
in his hands. "God, I hate this business."
     "Um, sir?" Darlene had never been one to call attention to
herself, but she felt this might be her chance. "Sir? I was
wondering about that raise--?"
     "Raise?" The producer stared at the mousy secretary with a
look of incredulity. "Didn't you just hear that? We may not have
jobs by next week if we don't do something."
     "What if I can talk her out of it?" Darlene suddenly said.
"What if I can convince her to stay with the show for a while?" 
     "How?"
     "I don't know yet." Actually, Darlene had a very good idea
how, she just didn't want to say it yet.
     The producer rolled his eyes. "Get her back and you get a
promotion and a raise."
     "You got it," Darlene said, exiting. Already, her mind was
abuzz with thoughts of how to proceed.

     Nikki Cox absently looked at her fingernails as she waited.
The show had wrapped taping about an hour ago and she was sitting
on a couch on the main set, the living room of the Malloy
household. She was still wearing her outfit from the taping, a
blue shirt that showed off just enough cleavage to get by the
censors and a blue skirt that showed off her shapely legs. Her
long red hair fell around her, past her shoulders. The crew had
gone home but someone told her the producer wanted to talk to
her. Probably wanted to talk her out of leaving. Too bad, she was
out of here at the end of the season. Time to spin this fame off.
     "Nikki?" Nikki saw Darlene come onto the set. "Hi, sorry,
he's running late. He'll be here in a few minutes."
     "Look, why don't I just save us some time? I'm leaving and
that's it. You can't talk me out of it."
     "At least listen to him, okay?" 
     "Fine," Nikki said, sitting back on the couch. She saw
something jutting slightly out a pocket on Darlene's jeans.
"What's that?"
     "Hm? Oh, just something I found in the audience seats."
Darlene said. She pulled out her pocket and showed off a gold-
plated watch attached to a gold chain. She dangled it in front of
Nikki's eyes. Nikki saw it swing slightly in the lights of the
studio. "I don't know why anyone would leave it behind," Darlene
said. "I mean, look at it. It's in excellent condition. Look at
the gold plating, the way it shines in the light. You can see it
shine every time it catches the light, swinging. See, swing and
shine, swing and shine. It's so eye-catching, so amazing. You
just want to watch as it swings back and forth, back and forth.
So soothing, so relaxing, so easy to watch."
     Darlene's major in college had been in television
production. Her minor had been in psychology. She had found
herself a rather adept hypnotist, although she hadn't used the
talent in a while. Apparently, she still had it. Nikki's eyes
were fixed to the watch, following it as it gently swung in front
of her. Darlene knew she had her. She went on with the induction.
     "Just listen to the ticking, Nikki. That's how good a
condition the watch is in. It's ticking perfectly. Listen to it.
Tick, tick, tick. It's so repetitive, perfectly ordered. Just
listen to it tick, tick, tick, nice and repetitive. It's almost
synchronized, the ticking and the way the light flashes off of
it. Just listen and watch, listen and watch. Tick, flash, tick,
flash, tick, flash. The ticking is so soothing, so perfect, so
relaxing. Tick, flash, tick, flash. It's all so relaxing and
soothing."
     Nikki's eyes were half-closed, staring at the watch, her
body relaxed. She was already in a slight trance state which
Darlene went about deepening. "Your eyes feel heavy, Nikki.
Watching the watch, following it with your eyes, the flashing, it
feels so tiring. So very tiring. You feel so sleepy, Nikki. Very
sleepy. It's so relaxing just to watch the flashes, follow the
watch moving and listen to the ticking. It all makes you feel
sleepy, Nikki, very sleepy. Your eyes feel so heavy, all you can
do is close them. Close them. It's all right, Nikki. Close them
and go to sleep. A nice, deep sleep."
     Nikki's eyes closed and she fell back on the couch. Darlene
placed the watch on the table in front of the couch and put her
glasses next to it. She sat Nikki up and began to talk to her in
a nice, soothing voice. "Nikki, you feel so good in this sleep
state. So very good. You'd do anything to stay asleep like this.
Now, Nikki, have you ever had erotic dreams?"
     "..Yes.." The hypnotized Nikki said. 
     "This is one of those dreams, Nikki. You're asleep and
having a nice, wonderful dream. You're feeling so aroused now,
very aroused. This is an erotic dream and you're beginning to
feel very aroused. Very aroused. You are now so aroused, you'll
go along with the dream and let it happen. Just let it all
happen. Do you understand, Nikki?"
     "..Yes.."
     "Good. Take off your clothes, Nikki. It's all right, just do
it. Go ahead." Nikki hesitated, then pulled off her shirt. Her
large breasts fell free and Darlene couldn't help but stare at
them. Nikki slid the skirt off of her, then slipped the white
panties down her legs. She sat, naked, and awaited her next
command. Darlene paused, then moved forward and kissed Nikki
gently on the lips. She made a few, hesitant kisses before
pushing her lips hard on Nikki's. Nikki slowly but surely
responded, pushing her tongue into Darlene's mouth. They mouthed
each other for a long moment and Darlene felt like bursting. In
truth, she'd been wet since halfway through the induction.
Something about putting people under made her that way. 
     Darlene wanted to let loose immediately. She undid her pants
and took Nikki's hands. One hand went to Darlene's chest, the
other to her pants. "Rub me, Nikki," Darlene said. "Go ahead. I
know you want to." Nikki's hands slid to Darlene's attributes.
Although Darlene's breasts weren't as developed, they were still
enough for Nikki to massage. The other hand made its way past
Darlene's pubic hair and to the lips, which were already
dripping. Nikki slid two fingers into the pussy and began to
slide them in and out. The two women kissed hungrily as Nikki
fingered the plainer woman. It had been a long time since Darlene
had felt someone else's hands in her and it felt good. Nikki
squeezed one breast and that was all she could take. Darlene
gasped as she came, spilling onto Nikki's fingers. 
     As soon as Nikki pulled her hands out of her clothing,
Darlene pushed her down to the couch and lay over her. She buried
her face in between Nikki's fabulous breasts, kissing them over
and over. Her fingers pinched the tightened nipples and her hands
ran over the mounds even as Darlene moved her head down Nikki's
body. Kissing the flat stomach, Darlene came to the red patch in
between Nikki's fabulous legs. She moved her hands down and lay
them on the shapely thighs. She paused to inhale the sweet scent,
then dove in. Her tongue began licking furiously at Nikki's
pussy, generating moans from her mesmerized prey. The moans were
enhanced as Darlene ran her hands up and down Nikki's thighs,
sending tingles of pleasure to her clit. Nikki moved her body
slightly up and down the couch as she felt herself build. It
finally became too much for her and she exploded onto Darlene's
waiting face. 
     Darlene knew she had to act fast before someone discovered
them. She grabbed a towel she'd had ready and wiped down Nikki
and herself. She had Nikki redress, then began to give her
instructions. "Nikki, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You
won't remember anything that has happened here between us.
Nothing. However, you will remember the feeling of pleasure, of
relaxation, of peace. You will remember that and you will feel
that every time you step on the set. The set is a nice, peaceful
place for you. So peaceful, you'd hate to leave it. You'd like
nothing more than to stay on the set as often as you can. You
will remember that but nothing else." After Nikki nodded, Darlene
snapped her fingers.
     A week later, Darlene was finishing moving into her new
office. Assistant producer had a nice ring to it. She was just
finishing up her desk when Nikki walked in. "Hi," she said. "I
just wanted to congratulate you on the promotion. I hope to see
you a lot."
     "Thanks," Darlene said. "By the way, I wanted to show you
something..." she said as she reached into a desk drawer and the
watch inside. 


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