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Archive name: Hypno36.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 36: Demi Moore (mc,ff,celeb)
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Hypno Celeb 36: Demi Moore
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.
     Another suggested idea acted upon. All scenarios and
comments are welcome. Enjoy. 


     Okay, the script wasn't Oscar material, that was for sure.
It was hard to capture the dark humor of the book, but Demi Moore
still thought "Striptease" had the makings of a hit. The studio
certainly seemed to think so, judging by the $12 million paycheck
they'd given her. She'd been getting into shape, buffing up her
body and practicing with a dance coach. But she still thought a
little research couldn't hurt. So, she was following the advice
of a friend and checking in on the real thing.
     The club was closed when she came to the door. It was on the
seedier side of Miami, the same setting for the film, so she
thought it would be helpful. It was a warm fall day and Demi wore
a pair of shorts, a red shirt and loafers. Her long black hair
was tucked under a cap and a pair of dark glasses covered her
eyes. She knocked on the door, wondering if anyone would actually
be there. Her friend told her this was where the meeting was
supposed to be, but Demi had a few doubts.
     The door opened and a young woman with long blonde hair
stepped out. A robe was clutched around her and she broke into a
smile when she saw Demi. "Ms. Moore, hi," she said, extending her
hand. "I'm Zana."
     *If her name's real, so are my breasts* Demi thought as she
returned the handshake and smile. "Sorry if I'm a little nervous,
but I've never done this before."
     "No problem," Zana answered. "Come on in and we'll get
started." She led Demi into the club, locking the door behind
her. The club was darkened except for the stage with its
prerequisite runway and pole. "The manager said it was okay to
use this today," Zana explained. "Have a seat."
     Demi sat on a chair at the very edge of the runway as Zana
stood on stage. "The lights are computer controlled, so I've got
a good pattern on me while I dance. They're set to go with the
tempo of the music. Costs a bit, but it saves on technicians.
Want a demonstration?" 
     "It's what I'm here for," Demi said, taking off her cap and
glasses. 
     "I'll be right back," Zana said, scurrying backstage. After
a few moments, the stage lights began to glow, blinking and
bouncing in sequence with the rock beat coming on. The lights
flashed in Demi's eyes, causing her to blink repeatedly. Zana
stepped out, clad in a flimsy silver outfit which sparkled in the
light. It was sequined as were the gloves Zana wore. Zana was a
good dancer, moving her body in slow and graceful turns, the
light sparkling off her costume and at Demi. Demi watched,
impressed at the young woman's talent. Her curvaceous form was
perfect for the motions she was putting it through. She twirled
and moved with easy grace, a glittering mass of woman. Demi was
dazzled, it was simple as that.
     Demi might have been a little less drawn in if she knew that
Zana danced to pay for her college courses. She was a Psych major
and had become quite adept with hypnosis. The music she was
playing was a special tape, the music of her usual dance routine
laced with subminimal messages that urged Demi to watch her and
relax, let go and relax. While the messages played, Zana made
sure the light bouncing off her sequined costume hit Demi right
in the eyes. The pattern of the spotlights on stage also helped,
sending multi-colored flashes into Demi's vision. Zana could see
Demi relax in her chair and knew she had the actress.
     Demi felt light-headed watching Zana dance. Her eyes felt
heavy after blinking constantly from the lights. She watched,
enraptured, as Zana removed her top, exposing her breasts. Demi
didn't really notice anymore. All she could see was a wave of
light clouding her vision, almost obscuring everything else. Zana
leaned forward, inches from Demi. Her hands were moving towards
Demi's face, fingers extended, light bouncing off the sequined
gloves and polished nails. Demi couldn't see anything but light
in her eyes, flooding her mind, overpowering her thoughts. She
needed to shut away the light, end it. She let her eyes slide
shut and slumped in the chair, falling into a trance.
     Smiling, Zana climbed offstage and went to the control
booth. She shut off the program and the music and the lights went
to normal. She then padded over to the entranced Demi. "Demi, can
you hear me?"
     "..Yes.." Demi said softly.
     "Demi, did you like what you saw just now?"
     After a pause, Demi nodded. "Yes.."
     "Good, good. Now, Demi, in a moment, I'm going to clap my
hands. When I do, you'll open your eyes and begin to strip. You
will want to do it. You will need to do it. As you strip away
your clothing, you will become more and more aroused. You'll
become hot, very, very hot. With each item of clothing you
remove, you'll become so hot. When you're finally naked, you will
feel so hot and so aroused, you will want sex badly from anyone
at that moment. You will keep dancing until I tell you to stop.
Do you understand?" 
     "..Yes.." Demi answered.
     Zana clapped her hands. Demi's eyes opened, their gaze
unseeing. She got up from the chair and pulled herself on stage.
She began to dance. There was no music but that inside her head.
She took to it well, Zana noted, putting in the right moves
turns. She pulled off her shirt, showing off her black bra. She
danced for a bit on the stage before undoing her pants. She sat
down on the stage floor and slowly slid her way out of them. Now
dressed only in black bra and panties, she arched her back,
throwing herself forward to grab the pole and spin around it. She
unsnapped and slid her bra off, one strap at a time, letting her
breasts fall free. She leaned against the post and slowly slid
her panties down her thin legs. Totally nude, she gyrated around
the pole, pushing her nude body against it. Zana could see sweat
on her skin along with a different kind of perspiration in her
black clit. 
     "Freeze," Zana commanded. Demi instantly stopped in place,
slightly standing, her back leaned against the pole. "You can't
move unless I tell you to," Zana said, stepping on stage. She
shrugged her costume off of her and stood there in her nubile
naked form. She approached Demi slowly, appraising her. She
leaned in close and kissed her lightly. She lay a few light
kisses before pushing her lips against Demi's. Demi slowly
responded, her tongue rolling along the inside of Zana's mouth.
Zana pushed her body against the older woman's, loving the
electric feel of their clits touching. 
     Zana moved down Demi's immobile body. She pushed Demi's
breasts together, kissing each nipple. Surgically enhanced or
not, they were impressive. She massaged one in her hand while she
suckled the nipple of the other. She buried her head in the nice
cleavage and licked the area in between. She then slid down
Demi's smooth body, kneeling so she could get to the dark patch
in between those great legs. Zana let her hands slide around the
thighs and then to the ass as she moved her head in. Her tongue
began to lap at Demi's pussy as her fingers squeezed her
buttocks. Demi moaned, the first sound she'd made since being put
under. She felt so aroused now, more than ever. She wanted to
embrace Zana and kiss her again and again, but she couldn't move.
She simply stood there as Zana kneeled before her, licking at her
cunt. Zana's hands squeezed Demi's ass, moving her slightly up
the pole as her tongue drove deeper into Demi's lips. Demi
shuddered as she came, her juices splashing down on Zana's face. 
     After licking what she could, Zana brought her head away
from Demi. "Demi, you can move now." Demi almost collapsed onto
the stage, sliding down the pole. Zana took her and they kissed
again, Zana pushing Demi down on the stage and straddling her.
She lowered her pussy to Demi's mouth and urged her to lick. Too
deeply hypnotized to disobey orders, Demi complied, jabbing away
at Zana. Zana massaged her breasts and moaned as she felt Demi's
hands on her ass. She rocked herself slowly on Demi, pushing her
blonde patch further into the entranced woman's face. She shoved
her breasts together and moaned as she felt herself come. She
remained sitting on Demi's face until she was sure it was all
licked up, then releasing.
     After a half-hour of love-making, Zana decided it was enough
time. She used a towel to wipe up Demi and herself. She had Demi
redress while she threw on some street clothes. She then told
Demi that she would only remember a research lesson on the finer
points of exotic dancing. Demi would remember absolutely nothing
out of the ordinary. Waking her up, Zana sent the star on her
way, watching her go. The movie may suck, but the preparation was
well worth it. 

