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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno09.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 09: Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock (mc,ff,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 09: Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock by MAW MC,FF,CELEB Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help. Enjoy. Planet Hollywood parties are enjoyed more by Hollywood personalities than the average party. For one, a Planet Hollywood party means that one can wear casual dress, a definite break from gowns and tuxedos. Of course, if you're a major movie star, you still have to dress up to dress down. Sandra Bullock was certainly living up to that code. Under her Planet Hollywood jacket, she wore a black shirt and a pair of jeans. Her dark hair was slightly short, pinned back into a bun with a pair of rubber bands. She wore simple gym shoes. Jostling her way through the crowd of celebrities, she made her way to the ladies's room and took a gasp of breath as she entered. "What's it like?" Sandra looked up to see Julia Roberts sitting on a couch, head against the wall, eyes closed. She had both hands holding up her red curly hair as she shook her head. She wore a pair of slacks, a red shirt and a white vest. Apparently, she and Sandra were the only women inside. "Nuts as usual," Sandra said as she went into one of the stalls. "Bruce is going into his blues riff." "Then I'm definitely staying in here," Julia said as she opened her eyes. "What're you donating?" "Life jacket from 'Speed 2.' You?" "Lavender dress from 'My Best Friend's Wedding.' You know, I didn't think 'Speed 2' was all that bad." "Are you saying that out of politeness or sincerity?" Sandra said as she pulled her pants back up. "Sincerity," Julia replied. "Trust me, I know what's it's like to go through something like that." Sandra shook her head as she came out of the stall. "I knew it wasn't going to be the hit of the summer, but I didn't expect it to be the bomb, either." "At least you got good reviews. After 'Mary Reilly' came out, I felt like hiding in bed for a week." Sandra walked over to the sink and began washing her hands as Julia stood up and walked next to her. "How's the press?" "Keeping their distance," Sandra said. Which was true. In the days following the tragic death of Princess Diana, the usually overzealous paparizzi had been cutting down on their tactics. None of them wanted a repeat of that nightmare. As Julia nodded in sad understanding, the door opened and another woman came in. She was about five-foot-six, with short blond hair and green eyes. She wore a pair of black pants and Planet Hollywood t-shirt along with an apron. She wasn't overly attractive, the kind of person you'd pass on the street and not give a second glance at. As soon as she saw who was in the washroom, she silently locked the door behind her and reached into her coat pocket. "Excuse me, ladies?" she said softly. They both turned to her. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but my manager was asking me if this object belonged to either of you for the collection." She pulled her hand out of her pocket and revealed a disk attached to a chain. "Not mine," Sandra said. "Same here," Julia answered. "Are you sure? You might want to look at it more closely." Both women turned their eyes to the green-colored disk. It seemed to sparkle in the light, highlighting the spiral in it's center. It was something to look at, the way it gently swung in the air. Sandra and Julia just stared at it as the woman softly spoke.... Sandra blinked her eyes. For a moment, she could have sworn she had seen someone. But no, it was just her and Julia alone in the ladies's room. She glanced at Julia, who had a confused look on her attractive face. No, make that beautiful. Sandra had never stopped to think about it, but now she saw that Julia did have a quite attractive combination. The red hair, the smile, those legs--wait a minute, what the hell was she thinking? "Um, I'll, uh, see you around," Sandra stammered as she made her way out of the restroom. Julia quickly followed her out. She was out the door before she realized she didn't know why. She watched Sandra walk away, admiring the shaking on that great ass--where did this come from? Five minutes ago, she was thinking about kissing Mel Gibson, all of a sudden, she was replacing him with Sandra Bullock. Shaking her head, Julia walked over to the bar. "Give me a drink you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy and give me a double," she said. She definitely needed some alcohol. Unfortunetly, she was out of luck. The bartender, told in no uncertain terms by a dozen agents, had refused to serve anything outside of moderate amounts of beer. Julia had to be satisfied with a glass. As she walked past the telephone booths, she heard a familiar voice yelling into a phone. "What do you mean, I'm not listed? This is Sandra Bullock from 'Speed,' remember? I made the reservation this afternoon! No, I don't want my luggage, I want my goddamn room! No, don't you dare put me on hold--" Julia walked over to see Sandra slam the phone onto the hook so hard it rattled the entire machine. With a grunt, she kicked the wall. "Problems?" Julia asked dryly. "Stupid hotel gave my room away," Sandra said. "Now I'm stuck for the night." "Can't you get another room?" "Hotel's booked up. And even if I did call around, there's no guarantee I'd get something." Julia bit her lip. "Look, why don't you spend the night at my room? I mean, it's way too big just for me, plenty of room for you to sack out. Tomorrow, we can set you up somewhere else." Sandra put a hand to her mouth and thought. Aside from having another place to stay, there was something else inviting about staying with her. Sandra couldn't explain it but something was telling her that accepting this invitation would be a good idea. Julia's suite was pretty spacious. A king-size bed, living room with sofa, wide-screen TV with laser-disc and VCR and a full-sized Jacuzzi. Sandra lay back in the Jacuzzi, sighing as she felt the anxieties of the day melt away. She wore a green bikini as she put her feet up. She was glad she'd been able to stop at her hotel to get her luggage. She would have felt out of place sleeping in the nude in Julia's suite. Well, maybe not too out of place. She heard a knock at the door. "Come on in," she said. The door opened and Julia came in, wearing a one-piece blue suit. Sandra had to fight not to stare at those knockout legs. "Mind if I join you?" Julia asked. Mutely, Sandra nodded. Julia seemed to hesitate before walking towards her. She slowly stepped into the Jacuzzi and sat down in the warm water. A moment's silence covered the room. "So, thanks for putting me up like this," Sandra said, rubbing at one shoulder. "No problem," Julia replied. "Is there something wrong?" "Little crick in my neck. Can't quite work it out." "Here, let me." Julia swam over and scooted behind Sandra. She put her hands on her neck and gently began squeezing. Sandra closed her eyes as Julia massaged her. As she felt those strong fingers gliding over her neck, Sandra felt an arousal in her. She wasn't gay but she knew she had an attraction to Julia. A strong one. And she was willing to bet Julia had it too. She would have won the bet. Julia could feel a tightness in her stomach as she massaged Sandra, trying to understand the feelings coming to her. She slowly pulled Sandra back until their bodies touched. Sandra softly groaned and lay her head back. On impulse, Julia reached down and kissed Sandra on the lips. The two remained frozen for a moment, each wondering if this was really happening. Then, Sandra slowly licked her tongue around Julia's mouth as she brought herself around so they were face-to- face. They broke off and stared at one another. Each one waiting to see what the other thought. Julia responded easily by cupping her hands under Sandra's breasts, squeezing them, feeling them tighten under the fabric. Sandra put her hands up to Julia's shoulders and slowly began to pull her suit down as Julia undid Sandra's top. They both stared at the other's exposed chest. Julia's breasts were larger, but Sandra's had more nipple to it. The four mounds were lightly buoyant in the warm water, Julia's remaining underwater. Sandra cupped her hands in and massaged them as she bent in and kissed Julia again. Julia embraced her, feeling her new friend's breasts pressed against her. Julia ran her hands down Sandra's back before coming to her bottom. She cupped both buttocks and squeezed them, producing a muffled moan from Sandra. Sandra broke away from Julia's lips and placed her head on Julia's shoulder. She moaned as Julia massaged her ass, cupping her buttocks with nailed hands. She backed away and let Julia grab the bottom of the bikini. She moved onto the edge of the Jacuzzi as Julia pulled the bottom off. She sat on the edge before Julia, her dark clit exposed. She looked at Julia, hoping she understood the invitation. Julia did, moving in and placing her head by Sandra's dark pussy. After a brief hesitation, she stuck out her tongue and began licking, darting in and out of Sandra's clit with ease. It was amazing how quickly she learned, as her tongue began moving faster. She placed her hands on Sandra's thighs as she continued to eat her out. Sandra bent back, groaning as she felt Julia lick the flowing juices away. Julia pinched Sandra's thighs as she continued. Sandra yelped and bucked as she came onto Julia's face. Julia looked up, her face streaked with cum. "I think we'd be more comfortable elsewhere," she said. Sandra vigoursly nodded. Julia stepped out of the tub, pulling off the rest of her suit. She put her hand in Sandra's and led her to the main bedroom. The two women fell onto the bed, Sandra on top. They rolled around, kissing one another, their hands darting over their wet flesh. Sandra buried her head in between Julia's breasts and kissed the insides tenderly. She moved down Julia's body, coming to the wet patch in between her legs. She let a finger drag along the wet pussy, enjoying the thrilling moan from Julia. She moved her head in between those gorgeous legs as she began to lick Julia's clit. She mouthed the patch, moving her tongue around, trying to reach every crevice of Julia's pussy. Julia pushed her head in with her legs, urging Sandra on. Sandra's lapping finally produced results as cum spilled onto her tongue and the sheets. She swallowed the sweet taste and decided it was Julia's turn. In a room two suites down, a small remote control car came to the end of the ventilation duct where it was picked up by the worker from Planet Hollywood. The woman smiled as she removed the small video camera from the unit and grabbed the disk on the table. There wasn't a tabloid in the country that wouldn't pay a cool three million for photos of the two most glamorous stars in Hollywood making love. Her waitressing job at Planet Hollywood was about to be behind her. She withdrew the unit and her other gear and hurriedly vacated the room. She didn't bother glancing at the sleeping occupants of the bed. Thanks to her disk, they would stay asleep for another hour. Thank god for her grandmother's heirloom and the four years of psych class. They were about to pay her way out of this town. She was exiting the lobby, looking for a cab when it hit. A low rumble shook the ground and made her lose her balance. As she hit the ground, the disk and the camera flew from her hands. As she watched, horrified, one of the gods laughed at her and had the disk, the tape and the millions they held, run over and shattered by a bus. "What was that?" Julia said. "An orgasm, silly," Sandra answered as she curled around her. Julia lightly kissed her as they lay back. They were so intent on each other, neither noticed the wild shriek coming from outside. Fate does love a jest. Kristen's collection-------------------------------------