(m/f, oral, anal, hypno.) The hand that had been holding my right buttock now came around and the tips of her fingers began tickling my balls, lightly flicking my nuts and causing the cum in my sacs to boil up. - Man-oh-man! - I thought, - She's almost as good as Lisa! - Suddenly memories of Lisa Kudrow sucking on my cock flooded my brain, I remembered the incredible sensations of the star of FRIENDS making me cum in a couple of minutes and suddenly I was hunching up over Michelle, who continued to bob her head up and down over my shaft, her fingers tickling my balls. "Ooooh shit!" I gasped and suddenly my cum was erupting into her mouth, shooting up from my balls and through my cock into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop of it. My hands gripped her head tightly, I pushed my cock as far down her throat as I could, making a couple of last - unnecessary - thrusts into her mouth, then pulled out and collapsed onto my ass, the water running down my body. Michelle lay on her back, water running over her body too as she spread her legs and thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy, her thumb pressing against her clit. Her breath was coming faster and faster as she approached orgasm, she grinned at me breathlessly and then threw her head back and let out a squeal of pleasure as her orgasm hit her. Her hips pushed up and she pressed her fingers as far up into her cunt as she could, groaning in pleasure. "Hey... Michelle," I gasped after a few seconds, pulling my head out of the stream of water so I could talk clearly. "Yeah....yeah?" she gasped, laying on her back, breathing heavily and slowly as her hands slowly rubbed her clit. "Remember Batman Returns? When you played Catwoman....?" --- "I'm not sure what you want, Detective Anderson," said Demi politely,"But Bruce will be home soon and..." "Exactly why I want to talk to you now," Rob said,"To avoid any... embarrassment." "Embarassment?" she asked, looking genuinely confused. He leaned forward and whispered,"I want you to tell me exactly what happened between you and Gary Cole." --- "It's gonna be big, that's what I think," said the tall redhead with a grin,"Critically acclaimed and a box office hit!" "We can only hope," said Tom with a slight smile,"It took long enough to film!" They both laughed as they sat down on the couch. Tom Cruise and his wife Nicole Kidman had been in England for months filming Stanley Kubrick's Eye's Wide Shut. It had been exhausting, long hours with only a handful of crew members to ensure that the film would be veiled in secrecy - which would also hopefully increase it's appeal to the consumer. Now they were back in America and ready for a well deserved break. "I am so tired," she said,"I'm going to sleep for about a week and then maybe sleep in for a few days after that." He grinned at her as she stepped up. "I'll join you soon," he said,"I need to catch up with a few people." She barely even nodded, she was too tired to even think about anything now but sleep, sleep, glorious sleep!. He waited a couple of minutes, then walked down the hallway and into the Security Room. The Guard - an operative for the Organisation - nodded at him, stood up and walked out. Tom took the tape that lay on the console and slid it in, he smiled as he watched Nicole lying on the bed, dressed only in bra and panties, with her eyes closed. "Wait at least eleven minutes," said Tom with a sardonic smile,"That's what the oh-so brilliant, so-called Celebrity Hypnotist told me... no, not told me, commanded of me!" He stood for a couple of minutes, watching his wife sleep. "Fuck it," he said after only five minutes,"I'm tired." He pushed the play button on the tape, slid the earplugs in and then made his way up to the bedroom, sliding in next to her. - Eleven minutes my ass, - thought Tom, - Asleep is asleep, this 'll work fine. - And as he fell asleep, the voice of the Celebrity Hypnotist imprinted itself on Nicole's mind, as it would over the next week. --- The club was pumping incredibly loud music deeper and deeper into my ears. It was so goddamn loud that I felt like my head was going to split. I tossed another excedrin into my mouth and sighed. All around me sweaty young people jiggled and shimmied in what I guessed they called dancing. I stood next to the D.J as he woodenly went about playing his music, mixing songs together and so forth - with a difference. The running underbeat being pumped out with the music was my voice, sinking it's way into the subconscious minds of the dancers below. - There you are, - I thought to myself with a satisfied smile as I saw her come rushing into the club, half dancing already. She was really into it, her arms flailing about, bouncing up and down, her head bobbing in time to the music's beat. "Put on the second tape," I instructed the D.J, who did as I told him without question. Now a second message was being played under the music, this one aimed specifically at Drew. It repeated itself over and over again, driving the message deep into her subconscious. - Half an hour, - I thought to myself,- This'll be fun. - --- It had all come about when he busted a high price hooker who had given the name Lisa Smith. She had been so terrified of going to jail that she had blabbed a ridiculous story about Gary Cole and Demi Moore, and how she had been scared to come out because she feared going to jail. He, of course, hadn't believed a word of it and she had ended up going to jail... three weeks later she had an accident in the showers and died. For some reason the story had stuck in his mind, refusing to die. Finally he decided to check out the address she had given him, he had been surprised to find out that on the date she gave him a complaint had been made by one of the tenants about low sounds of moaning and crying the night before, but when a policeman had come around to check it out the room had been deserted - it was also soundproofed but whoever had done the job had done a shoddy job and any loud noises could be heard muted. So he had followed through and as a result he now knew the story of the so-called Celebrity Rapist. However none of that was helping him deal with Demi Moore, who had better things to do than deal with some ineffectual little police detective. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about and I think you should leave now!" she was practically screaming. "I can understand your reticence," Rob replied to Demi's outburst,"But I have evidence that the late Mr. Cole did in fact..." "GET OUT!" she roared. "I understand that he attached electrodes to your nipples and forced you to agree to perform oral sex on him...." "Just one of my lawyers makes more in a day than you do in a year!" she growled in controlled fury,"One more word out of you and he'll have you in jail before the week is over!. You know what they do to cops in jail, don't you Detective Anderson?" - I doubt it could be any worse than whatever Cole did to you, - thought Rob, but he only smiled politely as Demi. ` "I understand," said Rob, walking towards the door,"You realize of course that I have enough evidence to get a subpoena, which will probably bring the media into this...." "Just get out," muttered Demi, and Rob left. - Standing outside the Mansion he shuddered. "Man, she was cold," he said,"Oh well, next on the list, Gillian Anderson." He hopped into his car and drove away, half a minute later a non-descript, white car pulled out of a driveway a couple of houses down and set off after him. - Demi picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Well," she said, suppressing tears,"I didn't say anything, please... please can I have my children back?" "Certainly Mrs Moore," said the voice on the other end,"We at the Organisation are hardly animals." ---------------------------- Drew Barrymore - aka Sugar. ---------------------------- I stepped down onto the dance floor and moved among the gyrating dancers, their eyes seemed to slide off me, unable to take a good look at me - if anyone ever did ask about this no one would be able to identify me - even if hypnotized they would identify someone else - my little insurance policy. As I approached her she glanced up and saw me, a huge grin spread across her face - she was genuinely delighted to see me. "Wow!" she cried,"What are you doing here?" "Hey!" I replied,"I could ask you the same thing." "I can't hear you!" she laughed,"The music's too loud." I shook my head with a grin to indicate I couldn't hear either, I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled,"WANNA DANCE?" She nodded with a giggle, she obviously found it amusing to dance with me. I did my best to keep up with what she was doing, I was incredibly fit (you have to be considering the amount of sex I have!) but had no idea how to dance to music like this. We danced close to each other, I had figured out that dancing today was just a kind of simulated sex, so sliding an arm around her waist I pulled her close. She grinned slyly and we began moving our hips backwards and forwards, basically pretending to fuck. - No wonder there's a population explosion, - I thought with a smile as we danced together, I brought my hips closer so my groin was brushing against hers - that was the acid test, to see if my instructions had taken root in her subconscious - she lowered her eyes slightly and smiled, then brushed her hips forward against mine. - It took! - my mind cried happily. Sliding another arm around her waist I drew her closer and instead of dancing we were now basically rubbing against each other, my cock growing harder within my jeans, pressing against her waist. She would be growing wetter and wetter now, getting hornier and hornier until I was ready to fuck her. "Oooh wow," she moaned, I wouldn't have been able to make it out if I wasn't so close,"Oooh yeah...." I began moving us out of the crowd and towards one of the walls, what I was about to do was exciting me as only something of this nature could. I loved spitting in the face of convention, defying the law, safe in the knowledge that these rules and limitations that held everyone else back did not bind me. Drew's back came up against the wall and she opened her eyes in surprise. Reaching down I grabbed the tight white shirt she was wearing and pulled it up, revealing her beautiful breasts. As I bent down and began to suck on them, her hands were reaching down and fumbling with my belt. My pants came down around my ankles as she pushed them down, and pulling my mouth away from her tits I grabbed her short little skirt and pulled it up around her waist, she wasn't wearing any panties. - She was probably planning on getting fucked tonight anyway, - I thought to myself as I lifted her up against the wall, she spread her legs out and my cock pressed against her cunt. This was it, I was going to fuck her right here in the nightclub, with hundreds of people only a few feet away, I was going to fuck the bitch and no one would do anything about it, none of the people here would even register it! I pressed my cock forward and it slid into her cunt easily, I grinned in pleasure as I found myself inside Drew Barrymore, the objects of millions of men's (and quite a few women's!) desires. Her ass pressed back against the wall as I thrust all the way into her sopping cunt, I began making quick, fast thrusts into her, her body sliding up and down against the wall. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she gasped in pleasure, under her breath I could hear her moaning,'fuck me, fuck me,' over and over again. I complied, pushing my upper body forward so that her tits were pressed against my chest. I began fucking her hard, slamming my cock into her, Drew cried out in pleasure, leaning forward and squashing her tits hard against my chest, our nipples rubbing against each other. Drew was groaning in pleasure as I fucked her against the nightclub wall, her ass and back rubbing up and down against the wall, she gave a sharp cry of ecstasy that could be heard even over the music, but no one paid any attention. "Yeah, fuck yeah!" I moaned,"You love this don't you, you little slut, you ducking love this!" She couldn't hear me, but she gave out a little cry of yeah anyway. She was approaching orgasm, she was obviously into this kind of 'caveman' sex in a big way. She was kissing my neck between moans and cries of pleasure, and her hair was brushing against my shoulder - it felt like every nerve in my body was alive and jamming to the music. I always felt more alive when I was doing things like this - I was a thrillseeker in some ways, doing crazy things like this that could get me in trouble if I was a lesser person, it got the adrenalin pumping and made the sex just that much better. Her legs were bouncing up and down as I fucked her, and now they began to jerk slightly, she was going to cum soon and that would probably drive me over the top and make me cum too. "Yes! Do me!" cried Drew as I fucked her harder and harder,"Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Her legs both shot up so they made almost a straight line, she was doing the splits in the air she was in such ecstasy. I felt her cunt clamping down around my cock and I moaned with desire, her hot, wet cunt felt so fucking good around my cock, and I knew I was going to cum soon. It was a mixture of the taboo of fucking her right here inside the nightclub, the fact that she was such a sex symbol and that she was also a damn good fuck. "YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!" she screamed, right over the music. But it didn't matter - as she came, her cunt clamping down on my cock and attempting to milk the cum from me - no one in the crowd so much as turned to look at us. "Ahhh shit!" I groaned and then I was cumming, shooting my sperm deep inside of her pussy, mixing with her juices as we came together. My cock pulled out and her legs - a little shaky - came down to the ground. I pulled my pants back up and buckled my belt, then pulled her close to me and slid a hand between her legs, feeling her dripping pussy. My other hand slid behind and cupped one of her beautiful asscheeks. We kissed, her tongue snaking into my mouth and exploring the confines. Then I pulled away and grinned at her, lifting one of my dripping fingers to her mouth she did not hesitate to take it into her mouth and lick her own juices. As I turned and walked away, she pulled her skirt and shirt back down and then staggered to a couch, collapsing in a heap. While my voice continued to pump the hypnotic message to forget into everyone else's mind, the second message that only Drew's subconscious was allowed to recognize began to instruct her on what to do next week. --- Rob stepped out of the car, he smiled apologetically at his partner - David Hollaway - who was tapping his watch with a expression of long suffering on his face. "Sorry," said Rob,"It took longer than..." He never got to finish the sentence, Dave reached inside his jacket, pulled his gun from it's holster and shot him between the eyes. --- There were several messages on my answering machine when I got home, but only one on my 'special' machine. Pushing the button I sat down and began pulling my shoes off, the voice was that of a man we called the Assigner - he generally gave members of the Organisation their 'missions' although in my case I usually got cases from the Head himself. "I thought I'd pass this information along," said the Assigner,"One Ms. Ivy is at the same hotel where Kim Basinger celebrated her victory, penthouse suite." I grinned as I deleted the message, then began playing my regular missions - it seemed me and Uma Thurman would be having some fun in a couple of days. --- The next day while she was out shopping a crew went in and slid a tape into one of the hidden radios in the walls, usually they were used to tape conversations but in this case they would play a hypnotic message I had prepared the night before. The crew left with plenty of time to spare. When she got back to the lobby I was waiting in an elevator, she had instructed a bellboy to take her shopping to her room and was made her way to the lifts. I held the door open for her and she smiled warmly at me - if a little distracted. As the door closed she turned and looked at me peculiarly, then asked the inevitable question. "Aren't you....?" "Yeah, although I feel like I should be asking you that question!" She gave a little laugh,"Yeah? I love your show by the way." - Yeah? What happened last week then, - I felt like saying, but smiled and thanked her for the compliment. "So what are you doing here?" she asked, and then the lift shuddered and came to a halt. "Oh shit!" I cried,"You've got to be fucking kidding!" "We've stopped?" she asked the necessary rhetorical question, then turned and opened the small little phonebox and pulled the receiver out,"Hello... hello?" "No answer?" I asked. "It's dead," she said in exasperation,"Can you believe that?" "Oh man," I muttered,"I'm only here to visit a friend, I've got filming in an hour!" this wasn't a lie, I really did. "What are we going to do? do you have a cellphone" she asked, I shook my head. She began looking around trying to find some way out - the situation reminded me a lot of ordinary people and the way they lived their lives - hopelessly trying to find a way out of the constrictive and suffocating thing they called life, their efforts (like Uma's now) were totally ineffectual, just like themselves. - We could always fuck like monkeys, - I thought to myself, but of course I said,"I guess there's nothing we can do BUT wait!" She nodded as I slid down to the floor. "May as well get comfortable." She sat down on the ground as well and brought her knees up to her chest. I smiled wanly at her, and then began to talk - working my magic on her. I talked normally at first, then slowly dropped to a low monotone so that while her conscious mind was basically missing most of what I said, her subconscious mind was picking everything up. Then I began raising and lowering the pitch on certain words, using strong repetition and creating visual images in her mind. After forty-five minutes of this I left her in the trance and made a call on the cellphone I DID have to the operatives in the basement. After giving my instructions I slid the tiny little phone back into my pocket. They would restart the lift in five minutes, but first there was something I had to do. I moved forward and began unbuttoning her shirt, soon it hung open, revealing her large breasts held in sturdy white bra that held her breasts right in place. Reaching behind her back I undid the clasp on her bra and it dropped away, revealing the milky-white globes of her massive mammaries. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down around my knees. My cock was half-hard and I rubbed it against her face, reveling in the fact that I could do so without fear of cries of sexism, abuse and so-forth. My cock quickly became fully erect and grabbing her by the waist I pulled her down onto her back. Straddling her waist (but being careful not to bring my full weight down onto her) I put my cock in-between her breasts, squeezing her big tits together against my dick. Soon I was fucking her tits, sliding my cock up and down as I squeezed the beautiful film star's breasts together. My thumbs pressed against her nipples. My cockhead was only inches from Uma's face. I began fucking her tits faster and faster, knowing I didn't have much time. I was sliding the entire length of my cock now up and down between the fantastic set of tits. The plump flesh of her tits felt so good that I knew I was going to cum any second now. I felt my balls contract, the cum inside boiling up and shooting out of my cock onto her face - stream after stream landing in her eyes, on her nose and mouth - it was an incredibly erotic image. I released her breasts and stood up, pulling a tissue from my pocket I wiped my dick clean and then wiped as much of the cum of Uma's face as I could. Pulling my pants back on I did up my belt and sat down next to her. I lifted her up into a sitting position and replaced her bra, then rebuttoned her shirt and propped her back up against the wall.