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(FF, mc, celeb-parody) *** Author Note: A special note of thanks to KMB for letting me use a couple of his characters (read his own cool stories to find out which.) And MAW, wherever you are, here's one for you. Enjoy. *** In Hollywood, everyone wants "the sure thing." The blockbuster, the hit, the film that not only makes big bucks but also has people talking. It wasn't as easy as it once was, as the last several months had proved. Millions went into making and hyping films like "Wild Wild West" and "Eyes Wide Shut," only to see them fall into obscurity, crushed under bad reviews and lackluster support. Meanwhile, films like "The Sixth Sense" and "The Blair Witch Project" came out of nowhere to make millions and get people talking. With such uncertainty, "the sure thing" in Hollywood became akin to finding the Holy Grail. "Women Scorned" was about as close to a "sure thing" as Hollywood could get. Not only did it boast a clever script and good studio support, it also boasted what some were calling the casting coup of the new century, with Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock in the lead roles. The two would play recently divorced women, Julia a lawyer and Sandra an eccentric artist, who meet by chance in a bar and find out that not only were they married to the same man, but at the same time. Since each had been taken for most of their assets in the divorce proceedings, they decided to team up and get revenge. Finding out that their mutual ex was planning on getting married again, the two went on a cross- country trip to stop the wedding and pay him back for their humiliation. Although big name stars were no longer a guarantee for box-office success, the teaming of the two most popular actresses in Hollywood seemed sure to bring people in. Also, the film was getting good buzz and the studio had it scheduled to be their big summer comedy entry. Of course, not everything was running smoothly. There was still talk of possible rewrites for some scenes and no one had been cast yet in the small but important part of the would-be bride. Due to the schedules of the two stars and the date of the film's release, shooting had gone on, despite the difficulties. One difficulty that had not come up was tension between the stars. Although they had never really known one another, Julia and Sandra hit things off pretty well. They found in each other a kindred spirit, an actress boosted to the spotlight by a single role and assailed by the public and press. Although Julia had endured a longer and worse time of it, Sandra was no stranger to tabloids or rumors. They got along well together, even sharing a few meals, the better to avoid the small army of press corps hanging around the film's locations, waiting to get shots of the two together. "So, they're thinking of changing the title?" Julia asked as she chewed on her salad. "That's what I heard," Sandra shrugged as she stabbed her fork into her own lunch. "Apparently, 'Women Scorned' just doesn't have that light-hearted feel for a summer comedy. Wonder what they'll pick?" "You never know," Julia said. "You'd be amazed how long it took for them to figure 'Pretty Woman' was a good title." "I liked 'Speed.' Short, simple, to the point, told you everything about the movie right there. We need more titles like that." To an outsider, the conversation between the two was cordial, no different from the many they'd had before. But underlying the talk was a tension between the two. Not regarding their personalities but rather their natures. A few days before, the two had completed one of the most talked about scenes in the movie where their characters, trying to get info on their ex, enter a gay bar and had to pretend they were a couple. The scene culminated in a duet with the club's band (fronted by a cameoing Melissa Etheridge) and sharing a kiss. The scene had found its way onto the Internet and had given birth to the erroneous conclusion that the two women would become lovers by the end of the film. The two had tried to pay the media blitz no mind. Both were used to wild stories about them and a little publicity for the film could never hurt. But thoughts still lingered about the scene. Not their acting, not the pressure. But the kiss. Both women were veterans of Hollywood, privy to the highest levels of star status. As such, they knew the way Hollywood really worked. The town was full of secret couples and affairs that even the most hardened tabloid reporter would never suspect. They knew the sham marriages and secret loves and knew you either went with the flow or were trampled under it. Both of them had felt something with that kiss. Not an overwhelming passion or obsession, but there was something there. Each of them felt it but neither knew if the other shared their feelings. It was that lack of knowledge that led to the circumstances that followed. One of the perks of being a star was that you could take some stuff with you from the film. Most actors chose a costume or too or maybe a special prop. Rumor had it Mark Hamil had a light-saber stashed away somewhere in his house. Sandra had never really thought about such things, until one recent shoot. Sandra had greatly enjoyed making "Practical Magic." It was a fun film and it had been a treat working with Nicole Kidman. She had even gotten to meet an actual witch, a young woman named Leah who had been fun to hang out with (even though, for some odd reason, Sandra could never quite remember what they did together) and had given the star something to think about. Sandra had never really believed in magic before. Hollywood sobered one to reality pretty darn fast but she had to admit there were a few things in the world she couldn't really explain and Leah had shown her some of that, she could remember that much. And she remembered a few other things as well. It was almost out of fun that Sandra had picked up a book of magic from an antique book shop before coming on set. It was strange, but she could have sworn something about the book had called to her. She had felt compelled to buy it and read it. It was mostly in a strange language she couldn't understand. She had taken it to a friend at a college, telling him it was research for a role, and he couldn't make much out of it. One thing he could tell her, though, was that a few of the spells, if they worked, could be the key to her dreams. Sandra sighed as she knelt on the floor of her bathroom. This was nuts. This was so nuts that nuts didn't even begin to describe it. She was about to practice something she wasn't even sure she believed in to satisfy an urge she couldn't even explain. But, hell, if she didn't try, this was going to drive her nuts. Ah, well, here goes. Sandra closed her eyes and focused her mind, trying to clear it of thoughts. She gripped the two candles that at on either side of her as she softly began to chant the words from the book. She was a little uncertain at first but as she went, she felt a sudden strength flow through her, as if she suddenly knew what to do. She continued on her path, casting her spell and waiting for the effects to take place. In her own hotel room, Julia was reviewing a fax from her agent, a list of possible scripts for her to look at. Being the number-one female box office star carried a big weight with it. Julia had been in the depths of moviedom and knew choosing wisely helped her keep her star alight. Picking a project was sometimes harder than the actual shooting and Julia felt better when the process was done. She was looking over a new proposal when she suddenly felt a headache. More appropriately, she felt like a truck had suddenly hit her head-on and she nearly collapsed in her chair. She couldn't explain what was happening, she couldn't think, all she could do was let the pain wash over her. Suddenly, the pain was gone. And that wasn't all. Julia sat in her chair, gazing blankly into space, her breathing even. Her mind felt blank, at ease, without any cares. "*Julia, can you hear me?*" Sandra's voice suddenly filled the void inside Julia's head. "Yes," Julia whispered. "Holy shit," Sandra whispered inside the bathroom, her eyes opening. It had worked. It had actually worked. She could hear Julia's voice inside her mind and Julia could hear her. "Okay, okay, let's think this through," Sandra said to herself. "Start off slow, build from there." *Julia, what are you wearing?* As soon as the thought escaped her mind, Sandra felt she was participating in a very weird phone sex game. "A T-shirt...j eans..." *Julia, listen to me very carefully. You want to take off your clothes. You want to take off all your clothes. Take them all off, Julia.* Sandra could see in her mind Julia disrobing, could feel it, could feel the coolness upon her skin as Julia slowly disrobed, sitting naked upon her chair. Sandra took a deep breath, not believing she was about to do this. *Julia, I want you to begin to feel yourself. You're feeling aroused, Julia, very aroused, you've felt this way before and you want to feel this way again. Feel it, Julia, feel it.* Slowly, Julia let her hands drift down to her exposed clit and let two fingers slide into it. She slowly worked them into herself, masturbating gently as her spellbound mind filled with images of lust and desire. She worked the fingers in, rubbing them into her vagina, working them in with deliberate feeling as she shifted in her seat. She knew how to turn herself on, to drive herself to orgasm, to feel what she wanted to feel. Soon, her juices were flowing onto her hands as she felt herself begin to come. She stiffened in her seat and let herself go, moaning as she came onto her waiting hands. Back in the bathroom, Sandra groaned as she felt her own juices churning into her panties. The connection she had to Julia let her feel the same things the other actress had, including an incredible orgasm. Sandra let herself recover for a moment before once again letting her thoughts flow into Julia's mind. *Julia, listen to me. I want you to redress and go back to whatever you were doing. When you awaken, you will not remember any of this. You will begin to have some dreams, erotic dreams, dreams about making love to a woman, to me, making love to me, very sexy dreams, Julia, very sexy. Remember that but nothing else.* With that, Sandra leaned forward and blew out the two candles, noticing for the first time the wax that was dripping onto her fingers. She still couldn't believe that had happened. One thing was for sure, she and Julia would be sharing some very interesting dreams tonight. The car roared down the desert road, no other cars around for miles. It was a standard sedan, with the exception of the giant camera attached to one side, focused on the front seat. In the driver's seat, Sandra, dressed in a goofy shirt and pants was singing along to a tape as Julia, dressed in a nice suit, glared at her. "Pretty woman, walking down the street, pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet, pretty woman..." Sandra's singing was cut off when Julia leaned forward, ejected the tape and threw out the window. "Sorry," she shrugged at Sandra's stare. "I just can't stand that song." The inside joke, added when Julia had sung on, was sure to be in every trailer and commercial, a cheap laugh to peak audience interest in the film. Both were used to that and were looking forward to the laughs from the audience. The driving scene took a while to shoot, with the afternoon sun beginning to lower as the two ended their shoot. "Okay, that went great," the director said. "Let's pack up and head home, people!" He turned to the two stars who were sitting by the car, watching as the camera was detached and moved to the production truck. "You guys have a ride, right?" Sandra turned towards Julia. "Sit in a cramped van with a few camera guys or drive back on our own. What do you think?" "I'll drive," Julia smiled as she stepped up to the sedan. "Now, wait a minute," the director said, a little nervous. A car accident with these two could ruin everything. Forget them, the reputation and media attention it would bring would have the studio screaming for his head. "Maybe I could call you guys a limo." Sandra spread out her arms. "We're in the middle of the damn desert, you have any idea how long that's going to take? Let's go." Before the director could say anything, the two women had stepped into the car and pulled off. The director sighed. "This isn't the dream job I wanted." "You know, there's a line in that 'Notting Hill' movie that really hit me," Julia said as she drove down the long road towards the hotel. "The one about how you worry people will realize you're all looks, no talent?" "Yeah, that's it," Julia said. "I can't tell you how much that hit me when I read that in the script. It just described me to a tee." "Not just you," Sandra said. "It hit me too. Makes you realize how short a shelf life we really have in this town." "You know, we're not going to win Oscars, not as far as I can see. It doesn't matter what performances we give, it's politics. You're always going to be the girl-next- door, I'm the unattainable beauty. Let's face it, the award game is not for us." "You were nominated." "Only because 'Pretty Woman' was such a hit. They had to do something for it. Since then, nada." "So, make some bucks and maybe a few good movies." "That's the plan, I guess. I can live with that." "So can I." The drive back was quieter, Julia's mind on something besides the road. Since last night, she had been having some interesting thoughts about Sandra that had driven her to an unusual action. She slowly reached to the chain around her neck and pulled out a large diamond pendant. "Hey, nice," Sandra said. "Where'd you get that?" "Great jewelry shop in Beverly Hills," Julia answered. "Nice guy named Matt showed it to me. Couldn't resist it." "I can tell," Sandra said. "It's beautiful." "Yes, it is, isn't it?" Julia said. She held it out a bit, trying to keep her eyes on the road as she let the gem swing in the air, catching the afternoon sun perfectly, sending sparkles of light into Sandra's face. "Don't you like the way it catches the light as it swings, moving side to side, side to side, the light catching it, sending it into your eyes as you follow it, side to side, your eyes moving side to side, you follow the pendant, you watch it move, side to side, side to side. It's so relaxing to watch, so relaxing to watch the pendant move, side to side, side to side, it's so relaxing to watch, Julia, so relaxing to watch it swing, side to side, side to side. The wonderful glow filling your vision as you watch it swing, side to side, side to side." Julia spared a quick glance at Sandra and could see the actress was looking at the gem in fascination, her face slackening as she watched the gem swing from side to side, the lights playing across her relaxed face. Julia couldn't believe this was working so well. She didn't know how she knew how to do this, it was if she had seen it before, but she couldn't remember it well. However it went, she knew that the swinging pendant, combined with the motion of the car, was taking Sandra into a deep trance that Julia intended to take advantage of. "You're beginning to feel sleepy, Sandra, very sleepy. Watching the pendant swing, side to side, side to side, it's making you feel very sleepy, very, very sleepy, you feel so sleepy and your eyes so heavy, you want to close your eyes, close your heavy eyes and sleep, sleep, sleep, Sandra, sleep." Julia slowed the car down and pulled it to the side of the large, empty road and turned to where Sandra sat back, eyes shut, her mind entranced. Julia put the pendant down and looked at Sandra, appraising her beautiful co-star. "Listen to me, Sandra, listen to my voice. It relaxes you to listen to my voice, to hear my voice, it lets you drift deeper and deeper into this sleep, this wonderful sleep. You're deeply asleep, Sandra, deeply asleep and nothing I do will change that, nothing I do to you will rouse you from this sleep. Do you understand?" "Yes," Sandra whispered. Julia moved forward and slowly began to unzip Sandra's pants. She stopped as Sandra stiffened, then relaxed and let Julia move her hand into the brunette's panties. Sandra let her fingers slide into the lower lips and worked them in. She watched as Sandra shifted slightly, her hand moving down to join Julia's. The two were soon working at Sandra's pussy together, letting their fingers slide in and out of Sandra's lips, the juices flowing. Sandra withered on the seat as she felt the fingers work at her, her body, still in turmoil over the night before, her arousal on high from the trance and the feeling of Julia's hand on her incredible. She buckled on the seat as she came, her juices falling on Julia's hand. Julia pulled her hand out and licked at the juices at her hand, not believing the taste. She swiftly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off Sandra's face and as much as she could with her lap. "Sandra, listen to me. When I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You will not remember being asleep or anything that has happened. If you ever hear my voice say the words 'sweet sedan,' you'll fall back into this trance and listen to anything I say. Remember that but nothing else." Julia quickly started the car back up and moved back onto the highway. She waited a few moments before snapping her fingers and awakening Sandra. "Sorry, did you say something?" Sandra said, shaking her head. "It's okay," Julia smiled. "Nothing important for the moment." The importance would come later. Sandra lit the candles and sat back. She couldn't believe she was going to do this again. She felt a little guilty, taking advantage of Julia like this, but she couldn't help it. This wassomething she needed to see through, guilt or not. She sat back on the floor, took the candles and again began the chant. She sighed as she felt the familiar connection take hold and her mind fill Julia's. *Julia, can you hear me?* "Yes..." *Good, good. I want you to unlock your door and wait for me.* With that, Sandra stood and quickly left her room, racing down the hallway to where Julia's suite was. She opened the door and saw Julia standing there. Sandra's breath caught in her throat as she saw Julia dressed only in a white robe that was wide open, giving Sandra a view of her gorgeous body. Her long red hair flowed down, partially obscuring her breasts, her red snatch on display in between those gorgeous legs. "Julia," Sandra said. "You want me to make love to you, don't you, Julia, you want me to make love to you very much, don't you?" "Yes," Julia whispered. "Then, let's go." Sandra moved forward and kissed Julia on the lips. It was electric, the kiss even better than the one on the set, Julia's spellbound mind reacting to Sandra's touch immediately and answering it in full. They embraced, Julia's breasts pushing against Sandra's light shirt as they fell back on the bed. Sandra couldn't wait anymore, she had to taste Julia's pussy. She moved down and buried her face in between Sandra's legs, her tongue quickly going to work, lapping at Julia's pussy with fury, urging Julia on. Julia wrapped her legs around Sandra's head, holding her in tight so she could lick at her. Since the spell turned on Julia's arousal as well as bound her to Sandra's will, it was no surprise that she was soon coming, the juices bursting onto Sandra's face, her tongue licking it all away as fast as she could. Sandra swiftly undressed and crawled onto Julia. Taking a moment to kiss her tight breasts before moving up onto Julia, settling her crotch onto the redhead's face. Julia reached up and slowly let her tongue drag along the dark-haired lips before moving in. Her hands crept up to Sandra's pert breasts, pinching the nipples as she licked at Sandra's pussy. Her tongue work was furious, the spell driving her to give as much pleasure as she could to her mistress, her tongue lapping away at the pussy above her, driving to lick as hard as she could Sandra sat back as she orgasmed, her body shaking as she came onto Julia's gorgeous face. AS she moved forward, Sandra's guilt was buried by satisfaction. But buried things tend to come back to light sooner or later. For the tenth time, Julia, picked up the phone, then set it down. She sat on her bed, poking at her half-eaten breakfast, trying to talk herself out of this. She knew it wouldn't be right, but the temptation was too much. She sighed and picked up the phone, swiftly dialing a room number. After a few rings, Julia heard Sandra's voice sleepily ask, "Hello?" "Sweet sedan," Julia said before she could back out. She heard a soft sigh, then a long pause. "Can you hear me, Sandra?" "Yes," the reply came. "Sandra, listen to me carefully. Remain this way, deeply asleep, but stand up and unlock your door." Julia hung up the phone and made it to Sandra's room in record time. Opening the door, she saw Sandra standing there, eyes closed and swaying in place. She wore only a t- shirt and a pair of panties and Julia couldn't wait, she moved forward and kissed her full on the lips. They embraced and felt each other's hands move over each other before Julia broke away. "Sandra, I think you need a shower. You want to take a shower, don't you?" "Yes...shower..." "And you want me to shower with you, Sandra, you want me to be in the shower with you. Would you like that?" "Yes..." In minutes, the two were stepping into the large shower, the water plastering their long hair against their bodies as they once again kissed. Julia broke it off and turned Sandra around. She took a bar of soap and reached around, rubbing the bar over Sandra's breasts, the suds flowing over the curves. Julia slid the bar around and onto Sandra's ass, working the soap in, letting it flow around the curves, squeezing the cheeks as she moved the soap around. She let her fingers slide into the asshole, eliciting a sigh from Sandra. Julia kept at it, letting her fingers slide into Sandra's pussy from behind, the feeling of her ass leading to her vagina turning Julia on. Julia continued to work on Sandra from behind, the brunette soon shaking as she began to come, her juices sliding past Julia's fingers and washed into the drain. Julia took Sandra and pulled her into a kiss. She turned Sandra around and pushed her down to her knees, pulling her to her pussy. Sandra immediately went at it, licking at the red snatch, her hands snaking around to grip Julia's ass for leverage. Julia held Sandra's head in, the water cascading down upon both of them as Sandra went at it, licking at Julia's pussy with wild abandon. As she felt herself begin to come, Julia leaned back and sighed, her orgasm spoiled only by the twinge of guilt over enslaving her co-star. A twinge that just wouldn't go away. "Cut, cut!" The director sighed as he marched to where Julia and Sandra stood near the hotel pool. "Ladies, what's wrong, this is the fourth take. It's not that hard a scene, you know?" Why is it taking this long?" He sighed at the two. "Look, I'm no shrink, but I know something's bothering the two of you. You need to get over it before it hurts filming You don't want to tell me, fine, but tell someone. Believe me, it's not going to get any better if you bottle it up." He walked off, leaving the two actresses to look at each other, both mulling over their thoughts. A knock on Julia's door heralded the entrance of Sandra, who stepped inside, holding a large book in her hands. "Hey," she said. "Hey," Julia answered. The two stepped inside and paused. "I've got something to say," Julia said. "So do I," Sandra replied, opening up the book. She read out loud a passage in a strange language and Julia suddenly felt a wave of dizziness come over her, followed by a flash of memories of her encounters with Sandra. Julia sat down hard, her face moving forward to be covered by her hands. "I'm sorry," Sandra whispered, looking down at Julia, who was beginning to shake. "I'm so, so sorry. I can't possibly apologize enough, I know this is going to hurt the film, I'm sorry about this, I just wasn't crying but laughing. She looked up, her famous smile on display as she laughed loud. "Okay, I'm missing something here," Sandra said, frowning. "Let me clarify things," Julia said. "Sweet sedan." Sandra's eyes shut and her head slumped forward as she fell back into a trance. "Sandra, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and remember everything that has happened to you any time you've been in a trance." At Julia's snap, Sandra's eyes opened and she reacted to her new memories. She looked at Julia, a smile crossing her face. "You..." She snorted, then laughed, Julia joining in as the two began to laugh long and loud, both not believing what had been happening the last few days. "Oh god," Julia said, wiping away her tears. "If only O Henry was around to do this justice." Sandra sat on the bed and looked at her co-star. "So, now what?" Julia looked up at her. "It's pretty damn obvious we both wanted this, so I don't see any hard feelings." "None here. But what now?" Julia smiled. "Maybe we should do what we should have done in the first place." She moved forward and kissed Sandra lightly on the lips. Sandra responded quietly, taking things a bit more slowly this time around. Julia was willing to go with it and the two began to slowly undress. Their clothing a pile on the floor, the two actresses lay on the bed, Julia on bottom, her long hair creating a red halo. Sandra lay on top of her, kissing her on the lips, several kisses covering her lips and throat as the two pressed against one another, their breasts pushed together as they ran their hands on each other. Their pussies almost sparked every time they rubbed against one another, their juices beginning to flow. Without warning, Sandra spun herself around and put the two into a 69 position. She lowered her face into Julia's waiting pussy and let her tongue drag inside it. Julia gripped Sandra's ass, then let her tongue shoot upward into Sandra's twat. The two were soon licking at one another, their hands running over the sensitive areas near their womanhood. Julia's hands kneaded Sandra's cheeks, pushing them against one another as Sandra's hands ran up and down Julia's thighs, their tongues working through hair and lips to hit the spots both wanted. Their cries as they orgasmed together were muffled but still quite loud. Not quite as loud as the cries that soon followed that night. The ringing of the telephone roused Julia from her sleep. She moved over the bed, reaching over the sleeping Sandra. "Hello?" she asked into the phone. "Excuse me? When? This is confirmed? Oh, yeah, yeah, thanks for telling me. I can't wait." She hung up the phone and leaned down to Sandra, kissing her gently until she woke up. "What's up?" Sandra said, looking at her new lover. "You're not going to believe this," Julia said. "The studio called. They just hired an actress for the role of the new bride." "Really?" Sandra asked. "Who?" "Cameron Diaz." Sandra stared at her. "You're kidding me." "Nope." Sandra grinned. "Oh, this is good. This is very, very good." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Oh, yeah," Sandra said. "This is going to be fun." "Then let's get a head start," Julia said, leaning down and pulling Sandra onto her as the two prepared for the arrival of a new friend for their little group. One that they hoped to expand soon. 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