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Archive name: Hypno09.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 9: Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock
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Hypno Celeb 9: 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. 

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