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        Howdy folks, tell you what, I like the look of your face so I'll
do you a deal.  Howabout, if you're over the legal age to view
pornography in your state and/or country, then you can read the story
below.  However, if you are below that age it is illegal for you to view
this material and I will not accept any responsibility if you read on
regardless of my warning.  Soud good? Great! Enjoy the story...

        This is part four of my Celebrity Hypnotist series (a sequel
to my Celebrity Rapist story).  This chapter and chapter five are the
'Batgirl Chapters', dealing with Kim Basinger, Michelle Pfeiffer,
Nicole Kidman, Drew Barrymore, Uma Thurman and Alicia Silverstone.
        The story so far is this : The CH has worked for a powerful,
secret Organisation (yep, one of them!) for the past decade, he is a
Celebrity but his identity has not been revealed yet.  Over the last
three chapters he has had sex with :

        Daphne Zuniga, Lisa Kudrow, Courteney Cox, Lauren Holly
        Jennifer Aniston, Helen Hunt, Faith Ford, Mary Hart & Tea Leoni.

        At the end of Chapter Three, the CH walks into the Office of the
Organisation's Headman and meets Tom Cruise and Alec Baldwin, this is
where Chapter Four begins...

        BTW, if you miss any parts of this or if you want to make a
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        Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four.
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        Part One.
        ---------

       I walked to the window, crossed my arms behind my back
and looked through the glass down on the city below.
       I could see in the reflection that behind me that Tom
and Alec were glancing at each other with confused expressions.  I
had walked right past them without offering my hand or even
acknowledging their presence.  Now they were knocked off balance
while I had time to regather my wits.
       I could already tell what they wanted, it doesn't take 
a rocket scientist to figure out the common element between them
and I am highly intelligent even if I do say so myself.  Seeing them,
I had instantly known exactly what the Head wanted me to do, I saw
the scope of the plan, the danger and the risk - all of it to me! - and
I had been temporarily rendered speechless.
       "Uhhh," started Tom, I interrupted him, knocking him further
off balance.
       "Look at them," I said, staring down the many stories of the
building to the streets below,"The plebes below scattering around
without purpose, all of them so ineffectual."
       I turned and smiled warmly at the two of them, the Head was
openly frowning at me from behind his desk, he didn't like the way I
was acting - screw him, for the risk this caper would put me in I 
could afford to be impertinent.
       "What do you think about them?" I asked Alec, turning my eyes
on him, he almost looked ashamed when our eyes met, as if I was a
schoolteacher who had caught him out doing something naughty.  I
instantly knew who had come up with the idea, who the 'brains' of 
the operation was.  I continued to stare at Alec, ignoring Tom so he
wouldn't feel justified to speak.
       "About who?"
       "Exactly," I said with a whisper that was half laughter, half
serious,"They're the faceless, nameless masses, the great unwashed who
aspire to some greater purpose but end up living their lives the same
way as their parents did, repeating the same dull cycle of work, dinner,
t.v and sleep everyday while they raise ungrateful children who will one
day replace them in the mass."
        All this had gone directly over Alec's head, he was trying to
bring Tom into the conversation but I didn't give him a chance.
       "You don't like it, do you Mr Baldwin?" I said,"Having to 
cater to their image of you.  Because like it or not, that faceless
mass is what goes to the movie theaters and pays money to watch your
movies.  You have to watch your self-image, not let any flaw be shown
lest it affects your 'market appeal', and the pressure gets to you
doesn't it."
       He was looking at me in wonder now, not realizing I was 
summing up the way most movie stars had felt since the invention of
the box office, surprised I had been able to capture his emotions
in one sentence.
       "And that's where the Organisation comes in," said the Head
with a grin,"The life of the rich and famous can be like a pressure
cooker, we help you let off steam!"
       Alec smiled uneasily at this, I turned to Tom, who was 
staring at me with a critical eye, sizing me up mentally.
       If for any reason these notes get out of the safety deposit
box, I wonder if you will understand that last statement I made? 
Have you ever been sized up mentally, had someone look you over for
any flaw or weakness, real or imagined? It is disconcerting to say
the least.  Because usually the only people who size you up mentally
are the really dangerous ones, the strategists and thinkers who think
they can use you as a pawn piece.  I used to be a pawn piece, I clawed
my way up out of obscurity, from one of millions of poor urban slums
in New York to be the man I am today.  I am a man of power not just
because of my wealth and my fame, but because I am superior to most,
if not every other person I have ever met.
       So it was disconcerting to have Tom Cruise look me over, as
if regarding whether I would be hindrance or help to his plan.  I
had already sized him up as I entered the room, I already knew he
wasn't the vacant pretty boy he was sometimes made out to be.  He was
intelligent, he had a look of cunning hidden behind those bright
eyes... and he had a weakness, he almost tremored with a childs
excitement at this idea he had obviously brought to Alec - like many
men in positions of power, his achilles heel was sex.
       Do not get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy sex, and I have had sex
with some of the most beautiful woman of all time.  But for me the greatest
pleasure has always been in the acknowledgement of my own superiority,
when I successfully complete my assignments, when I engage in sexual
activities with celebrities, I know they do so because I have MADE them so.
       "I can guess already," I said, speaking before Tom could, 
making him unconsciously bow to my authority,"I'll make arrangements
to get hold of Kim Basinger, Michelle Pfieffer, Nicole Kidman,
Drew Barrymore, Uma Thurman and Alicia Silverstone."
       Tom looked a little surprised, then he smiled at me, if I 
was going to help him, what did he care how I was acting.
       It was the small frown on the Heads face that worried me.

        ---

        Gillian walked through the door, placed her child on the
floor, slipped off her overcoat and sighed with relief.  She was so
hot and sweaty.
        Filming had finished early today and she had come straight
home, her daughter had been a handful today, nearly knocking over a
camera.  But she always took her on set nowadays... after the
incident (*), she was too afraid not too.
       As she stood in the doorway, she noticed a strange noise
coming from the living room, closing the door she walked through
and stared with shock at the t.v screen, which was playing a video.
       The image on the screen was of her, on all fours, getting
fucked up the ass while she masturbated herself and screamed out
in pleasure.  The man buttfucking her was the late Gary Cole, dubbed
by the papers 'The Celebrity Rapist'
       She stepped forward on shaky legs and scooped up the 
folded piece of paper that lay on top of the t.v monitor, it read :

           Ms Anderson,
                       In several days time a police officer
           will visit you and ask many questions about Mr Cole,
           if you tell him what happened to you we will release
           this video to the media, as well as place vidcaps
           onto the Internet.  Also, we shall see to it that
           your child does not survive playing with the
           electrodes a second time.

                      With your best interests in heart,
                                                        A. Friend.

        Gillian had to fight hard not to faint.


      ---

        As I was leaving the office the phone rang, the Head picked it
immediately and I left the door open a crack, interested in what it might
be about.
        "Speak to me," he said, punctual and to the point as always.
        "Again," he said after a few seconds,"It seems Mr Clinton needs to
be reminded about his debts."
        - Ahhh, - I thought, - Bill hasn't paid his account for the Mad
 About You 'Special' I filmed for him, he really should learn that he's not
the Commander in Chief of everyone. -
        "What's the name of one of our agents at the White House?" he
asked,"What's that? Lewinsky? Yeah, set up a fake affair between the two of
them, leak it to the papers," he paused for a second,"Yeah, make it vague
so that if he pays we can pull him out of it... I don't how, get him to
threaten Iraq or something... yes, he'd jeopardize world peace for some
good PR... just do it!"
        I shook my head and chuckled, then headed towards the lift.

        -------------------------------
        Post Golden Globes Celebration.
        -------------------------------

        "Congratulations," I said with a huge grin, next to me Alec
was desperately trying to look like we'd never met - it was pathetic,
but fortunately Kim was too happy to notice him.
        "Thank you," she said, her face glowing with the joy one usually
associates with motherhood, she clasped the Golden Globe fiercely in one
hand as if she was afraid it would disappear.
        "I loved the movie," I continued,"You must have known you were
a sure thing to win?"
        "No!" she laughed,"This is the biggest shock of my life, I... oh
look, here comes Kevin!"
        I turned and hid a frown as Kevin Spacey approached, his eyes
barely even flicked in my direction, then he grinned widely at Kim and
Alec.
        "Miss Basinger, Mr Baldwin, enjoying the celebrations?" he
grinned at them good naturedly and I realized I was being forced out of
Kim's attention and pushed into the shadows - he was good.
        "Excuse me," I said,"I'm going to go chat with Helen... if she's
not busy falling all over Jack Nicholson!"
        Alec guffawed, Kim smiled and Kevin barely even looked in my
direction - whatever, I could deal with him later.
        I left them chatting, passing by Russell Crowe and Guy Pierce - who
appeared to be trying to look nonchalant while being overawed by everyone
in the room - ah well, they had made it, now it was up to them not to
crash and burn.
        "Hey you!" laughed Helen, seeing me,"I was just talking to Jack
here about... "
        As she continued I nodded pleasantly, noticing that Jack was doing
the same, I stifled a grin and kept one eye on Mr Spacey, Alec and Kim.

        -

        He zipped up and turned around, instantly I pushed him against the
wall, winding him slightly.
        "Hey bud," he gasped after a second, unshaken.
        "What's up?" I asked him,"Why are you getting in the way of me and
Kim?"
        "I'm working on her," replied Kevin,"You've had her once before,
haven't you?"
        "Nope," I replied,"And I'm on a case for the Head."
        "Shit," whispered Kevin harshly, then looked down at where my hands
held his shoulders against the wall,"Do you mind? you're creasing my suit."
        I stepped back and smiled at him, he grinned back and brushed his
suit down,"How come you didn't just overshadow me in the conversation? you
could do it easily enough."
        "I'm not interested in making a scene, just back off."
        He nodded and put his small, sardonic smile back on, then headed
back out to the party.
        Kevin was probably the one man at the Organisation I truly respected
or regarded as anywhere close to an equal.  We had worked together on one
memorable case and he had acquitted himself admirably - whereas I was a
Hypnotist and Gary Cole had been a rapist, he was more of a... Celebrity
Charmer... -  but there would be no room for second bananas on this one.
        I straightened my suit, glanced with distaste at Kevin's urinal
and flushed it, then washed my hands, dried them and headed back to the
party.

        -

        Over the last hour me, Alec and Kim had spoken while the party went
on around us.  At one point at Entertainment Tonight crew had shown up to
film some of the events, and I had watched with some amusement as one of
the 'roving reporters' interviewed celebrities, stifling an urge to ask them
how Mary Hart was.
        All throughout the conversation, I slowly dropped my keywords,
stressing certain words, dropping the volume here and there - creating a
tapestry in her mind that I had carefully prepared a week ago.  Alec also
assisted, I had made him repeat his lines - with careful inflection and
pronunciation - so often they were imprinted on his mind.
        After an hour we had easily created an image in her mind of me being
incredibly attractive to her, of an overwhelming desire in her mind to make
love to me, of it being all right as long as Alec never found out.  And
eventually that image would resurface - in say, an hour from now - and I'd
be ready....

        ------------------------------
        Kim Basinger - aka Vicki Vale.
        ------------------------------

        .....can't believe I'm doing this," she giggled,"Maybe it's all
that champagne I had tonight."
        I smiled, she was lying on the bed in the same dress she had worn
at the Golden Globes Ceremony, her arms splayed over her head - the truth
was she had drunk hardly any champagne, but if that was what her mind needed
to convince her this was all right - then so be it.
        "You had a remarkable triumph tonight," I said with a grin,"Why not
celebrate? You deserve it!"
        "I do deserve it, don't I?" she said, sitting up and smiling at
me with a puzzled expression,"Don't I?"
        "Of course," I laughed, removing my tuxedo jacket and placing it
carefully on one of the chairs in the lush hotel room.  She had been
concerned about checking in together at such a public place, but I had
convinced her it would be all right - and indeed it would be, as the Clerk
worked for the Organisation.
        She sat up and smiled, then her hand slid behind her back and undid
a clasp, then pulled the shoulder straps down.
        "No regrets?" I asked her, knowing the answer already.
        "None," she said,"As long as Alec never finds out, it doesn't
matter."
        I nodded and we undressed in front of each other.

        ---

        Alec stared at the gray screens with a blank expression, watching
the two of them remove their clothes.
        "Could you leave the room please?" he asked the Clerk,"I'd prefer
it if no one else saw what's going on."
        The Clerk nodded and walked out to the desk, he swore lightly, he'd
always had a thing for Kim Basinger.
        Alec smiled and unzipped his pants.

        ---

        "Suck it," I said to her, my erection pointing directly at her
beautiful, naked body.
        She got onto her hands and knees, the image of her beautiful, pale
body made my cock push up slightly.  Gripping my cock in one delicate hand
she opened her mouth as wide as she could and enclosed my cock in her warm,
moist mouth.
        "That's it," I growled slightly,"This is it!"
        Tom and Alec had wanted me to set up an orgy between all the
women from the Batman films - my payment was my usual fee as well as the
right to fuck any of them as I wanted to in my preparation for the orgy, a
justified request I felt.
        Kim's head was bobbing up and down on my cock, her blonde hair
spilling down around my thighs and tickling my balls.  Every time her
mouth slid down my shaft it sent a shiver of intense pleasure throughout
my entire body and I couldn't help but grip her by the sides of the head
and push my cock just that little bit deeper into her mouth.  The incredible
feeling of her lips around my cock was sensational, her saliva coated my
shaft and I fought a deep need to begin facefucking her.
        Kim's eye's stared up at me with her beautiful eyes while her
mouth was stretched around my large pole as it slid up and down my cock.
        "Stop," I said and she obeyed without question, pulling her mouth
away from my shaft.  I removed my hands from the sides of her head and
grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her body up against my own.
        Her breasts were rather small compared to some of the Celebrities
I'd fucked recently, but she still had a fine set of tits, and I couldn't
help myself, I lowered my head and my tongue lightly licked her erect
nipple.  She gave a little gasp of pleasure, one of my hands roamed down
back and over her smooth, milky white asscheeks.  She could feel his cock
between her thighs, only an inch below her tight pussy and she wanted
badly to feel him inside of her.
        I reached down and grabbed Kim's beautiful asscheeks, turning her
around and pressing her up against the headboard.  I began to run my cock -
which was screaming for action - up and down her cuntlips, barely
penetrating her slit.  She gasped out in desire, her hands wrapped around
my waist as she bucked her hips forward in an attempt to have me inside of
her.
        Her juices were flowing, running down her thighs onto the silk
sheets.  I could tell that sucking my dick had really turned her on, her
hips were jerking forward and I couldn't wait any longer, I lowered my
hands down from her buttocks and gripped the back of her thighs, then
began to spread them apart - she felt what I was doing and eagerly slid
her legs apart.
        My cockhead was coated now with her pussyjuice, and I began
pressing forward, my cock parting her hole and slowly sliding deep into
tight little cunt.
        She gasped in ecstasy, my hypnotic programming had included her
getting hornier and hornier as her adultery continued.  I had slid one
hand up to the back of her neck while I kissed her, now the other one
came around and my fingers began working against her clit, causing her
to break our kiss and gasp in shock and pleasure.
        My cock was now fully inside of her, her cunt gripped
down tightly against my member as I pushed my hips backwards and
forwards, sliding in and out, her juices lubricating my cock and making
the passage easier as I fucked her tight pussy.
        "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, throwing her head back
and almost smacking it against the wall.  Her hips pushed forward, her
breath came heavily as sweat ran down her naked body, she cried out in
ecstasy and wrapped her legs around my waist, I lifted her and pressed
her against the wall, my feet pressed into the bed as I leaned my upper
body forward, her small breasts pressing against my chest as I fucked
her faster and faster.
        "DO IT!" she squealed,"DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME RAW!!!!"
        She was approached orgasm already, I could feel myself getting
ready to let go - but I wanted to cum at the same time as her so I
forced myself to hold on as I fucked her faster and faster, pounding in
and out of her pussy, ramming up against her cunt with each stroke, her
buttcheeks slamming against the wall harder and harder.
        "YES! YES! YES! YEEESSSSS!!!!!!" she squealed and her legs were
suddenly squeezing my breath from me.  I let go of my control as I felt
her juices explode between us.  My cum shot deep into her pussy, stream
after stream of the thick white semen shot deep up her pussy into her
womb.
        As I finished cumming her legs released and I found myself able
to breath again.  Her head dropped onto my shoulder, her back rose up and
down as she breathed deeply, her hands were draped over my shoulder,
lying limply against my back, her legs dropped down to the bed.
        The strength was gone from my legs and I fell to my knees, I
heard her gasp out as I fell onto my back, she came down with me, landing
on top of me.
        We stared at each other for a few seconds, my cock softening
inside of her wet cunt, and then we began to laugh together.

        ---

        Alec wiped the monitor with his tissue, then scrunched it up and
put it in his pocket, zipping up just after.
        "Well, that was fun," he whispered to himself, then chuckled
lightly.

        ---

        I lay on the bed next to her, both of us naked.  She was running
a finger up and down my chest, a little smile on her face.
        "This was the perfect end to a perfect night," she said
happily,"That was so good!"
        "Tell you what," I said to her with a smile,"And listen closely,
because this is important."
        She would of course, not remember any of this - in her memory
existed the plausible fabrication that after the party she and Alec had
gone home and made love - but the following conversation would be
indelibly printed on her subconscious.
        "Remember back in 1990 when you were in Batman, well I've got a
crazy idea..."


        The Next Day.
        -------------

        Rob pressed the buzzer one more time.
        "Listen pal I told you," growled the voice of the Security
Guard through the intercom,"You need an appointment to get in here!"
        "And I told you," replied Rob calmly,"That I am Detective
Robert Anderson of the Los Angeles Police Department - Badge Number
6817 - and I need to question Mrs Moore immediately - if you don't let
me in I'll go and get a Search Warrant and the media might just get
involved!"
        There was silence for a few minutes, then the voice came back,
slightly subdued.
        "I'll go and check with Mrs Moore, please wait here."
        - Damn Rent-A-Cops - Rob thought to himself, and waited patiently.

        ---

        "Hey there," I said,"Fancy meeting you here."
        Michelle Pfieffer nodded politely, then went back to her warm-up.
        - Fine, am I beneath you bitch? - I thought.
        "I didn't know you came to this gym," I said happily, ignoring
her coolness,"I just signed up last week."
        "Immhmmm," she agreed distractedly, doing squats, sweat was
beginning to run down her face, her leotard hugged her body tightly and
I felt my cock beginning to grow erect - in these tight clothes that
would be inadvisable so I struggled to calm myself - closing my eyes and
thinking of England, as it were.
        She got up and walked over to one of the treadmills, I continued
to do my warm-up.
        The gym was reasonably busy, but everyone here today was a member
of the Organisation, I had no fear of being remembered by a plebe.
        I walked to the treadmill next to hers and began jogging slowly,
she glanced briefly in my direction then continued to run.
        - Very well, we are very businesslike today, aren't we? - I
thought slightly, - Not that I blame her, I usually hate being interrupted
at the gym. -
        "Golden Globes were interesting," I replied,"Will you be at the
Oscars?"
        "Maybe," she said,"I guess you won't be."
        - Bitch! - my mind cried, - So I'm not a big film star! We'll see
who's superior soon enough! -
        She continued to run, I kept the same pace as her on the
treadmill, chatting away animatedly as if I hadn't noticed her insult.
I worked my magic as I talked, she was cooly polite at first, but as my
tone and words sunk into her mind she became more and more receptive.
        I was taking her will from her, making her susceptible to my
commands, my orders, my will.
        It was difficult - coming up with the exact words to say, the
right tone and the correct sequence.  I usually prepared it over the
week before meeting up with the Celebrity, but this time I only had a
few hours to get it all sorted - which was what made it so dangerous.
        However, as I have said quite often, I'm a genius and far
superior to the average intellectual - I had done a damn good job on
this hypnotic tapestry.  It was particularly subtle and would leave no
memory of the event - except of course for the post-hypnotic suggestion
I would leave afterwards.
        We went around the gym together, at each machine I continued
talking, dropping the suggestions, making the commands and putting her
deeper and deeper under my spell.
        Finally we did our warm down together, then I went into the
showers, stripped down and began to cool off.  A few minutes after I had
hopped in I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned slightly and grinned at
Michelle Pfeiffer, standing naked before me - I looked up slightly and
grinned at the cameras, taping these encounters with the 'Batgirls' for
my own personal collection before I did the big orgy for Alec and Tom.
        "Hi," I said to her,"Worship your Master."
        And she got down onto her knees.

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        Michelle Pfieffer - Selena Kyle/Catwoman.
        -----------------------------------------

        The water had plastered her hair around her face, it was an
incredibly erotic image, looking down at her glistening wet body as she
deep-throated my cock.
        Here she was, Michelle Pfieffer - a brilliant actress who was (to
me at least) the epitome of class and grace - naked, down on her knees and
sucking my cock - me! acknowledging my superiority to her.
        - You regret those catty remarks now, don't you? - I thought to
myself with a grin, - Suck it bitch, suck me! -
        She did, her head bobbing up and down over my cock, her warm mouth
encasing my dick in a tunnel of hot saliva.  She gripped my buttcheeks as
she pushed her head up and down, taking my member as deep into her mouth
as she could, doing as she had been ordered, following my commands!
        I gripped the back of her head, pushing her face forward so her
nose was pressed into my pubic hair.  Holding her there, I began making
fucking motions with my hips, literally facefucking the hot star and wet
dream of millions of adolescents since her appearance as Catwoman in Batman
Returns.
        "Take it," I gasped as I facefucked her,"Take it you bitch, because
I tell you to!"
        She moaned in pleasure, one hand releasing my buttcheek and running
down between her legs, rubbing her erect clit as her cunt oozed out her
pussyjuices.
        "That's right, you love it don't you?" I whispered,"You fucking
love it!"
        I pushed her head away - with some effort I might add! - and she
stared up at me with lust, wanting me to do her, to fuck her, to make her
suck me off.
        - Oh man! Fuck her! - my mind cried out in desire, and that
sentence made me decide not to.  You see, I have spent my entire life
learning to control my emotions, to be master of my own mind and body.
Much like I fought my way out of the slums to become rich and famous, I
had battled to control the conflicting desires and fears that other,
lesser people were subject to.
        "Okay baby," I said to her, as the warm water continued to run down
our bodies,"Finish what you started, suck me dry!"
        She grinned and grabbed my cock in her small, delicate hand and
stroked it a couple of times before taking the head of my cock back into
her mouth and quickly sliding it as far down her throat as she could.  She
easily controlled her gag reflex, leading me to the conclusion that she
had sucked a lot of cocks in her time.
        The incredible feeling of my cock being engulfed in the hot
wetness of her mouth was intensified by the fact that it was Michelle
Pfeiffer doing the sucking.  Her tongue ran all over my shaft, running
the tip of her tongue up the underside of my cock, driving me crazy with
desire.  I had to bring all my considerable willpower to bear to stop
myself from cumming right there and then.
        The beautiful Ms Pfieffer was sucking me with vengeance, sending
waves of pleasure throughout my entire body.  She licked, she sucked, she
caressed me with her tongue.  She was doing everything she could to make
me cum as she continued to wank herself, her own juices running down the
drain with the warm water of the shower.
        

        End Chapter Four Part One.
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