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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...

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        Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four.
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        Part Two.
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	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'd 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 a 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.

        End Chapter Four Part Two.
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