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Subject: {ASSM} Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 18 - M/F, M/F/F, oral, mc - Starring Famke Janssen, Michelle Yeoh and Sophie Marceau
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        Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 18 - The Bond Girls.


        Growing up I wanted to be James Bond.
        There's nothing peculiar about that, in fact it's probably one
of the few common traits I shared with regular people.  As always,
however, beneath the surface I was completely different.
        The globetrotting lifestyle, the gadgets, the battle of good
versus evil and most of all the famous Bond Girls were all there of
course, but primarily it was Bond's 007 ranking that I most lusted
for.
        A License To Kill.
        It was an enormously liberating thought to me that this man,
this James Bond, was given free reign by his own government to travel
the world on missions for them, seducing women, driving fast cars and
most importantly killing anyone who got in his way.
        Anyone.
        A security guard about to raise an alarm? Kill him.
        A bodyguard blocking his chase of a ruthless super-villain?
Kill him.
        Henchmen forced to work for a ruthless organization, just
trying to make a living for themselves and their families, compromises
his cover?
        Kill him.
        Now personally I didn't feel the need to kill anyone, in fact
it was one of the few so-called taboos I felt no compunction to break.
But the idea that you could if you deemed it necessary and there would
be NO QUESTIONS ASKED by your employer was what made me want to be
James Bond.
        I have always wanted to be above it all, the petty rules and
regulations that keep the rest of the sheep in check were not for me.
I wanted to do what I wanted when I wanted and not have to answer for
it, and for the most part I had been successful in that goal.
        I'd traveled further than Bond, had dealings with
immoral billionaires who would make Blofeld and Drax shudder, Spectre
and Smersh paled against The Organization that gave me my license to
do what I wanted and I'd bedded scores, perhaps hundreds more women
than even Bond in all his guises could lay claim to.
        In all ways I had surpassed my childhood hero, I even had the
gadgets to play with that he did, from the so-called mind control
device that I'd hated so much to tiny hand held cameras, electronic
lockpicks and voice synthesizers.  But despite all that, Bond held
that timeless appeal that even I couldn't match, he had long ago
attained that immortality I so longed for.  He was forever between
youth and middle-age, permanently late-thirtyish with the debonair
maturity that comes with age but the retained vigor of youth not yet
past.
        And so I wanted to be Bond, if only once, I wanted that
immortality even if only for one night.

        The millennium had come and gone without disaster, although a
number of intellectuals continued to scoff that the real millennium
was still a year away.
        I myself scoffed at the intellectuals, who seemed to be
ignoring the fact that the Earth was actually several billion years
old and this particular millennium was just the wider English speaking
world's marking of the passage of time.  Other countries were in the
middle of their 5th millennium, others were going through ages, others
still were more concerned with the vagaries of staying alive.
        Still, I'd suffered a minor disaster of my own when my plans
fpr a millennium celebration had ground to a halt.  Sudden last minute
changes of plan that I was powerless to control meant that only half
the cast I'd prepared for my little private New Years Video would be
available.  I wanted to do it right or not at all, so I called off the
preparations and spent New Years Eve with a glass of scotch and a
pizza, alternating between watching the Global New Years Celebrations
and old videos of some of my previous conquests.
        It was while watching a video of myself screwing Kim Basinger
that I remembered belatedly she had been a Bond Girl.  The entire
basis of conditioning her had been for the Bat-Orgy because she was
one of the female stars of the Batman movies.  With great surprise I
realized I'd screwed a Bond Girl and hadn't even realized it, and
instantly the germ of a new idea had struck.
        I had an Internet connection of course but rarely used it,
given that like 95% of all online users my primary interest was in
porn, particularly Celebrity porn.  Given that I had a massive
'private collection' of my own I rarely connected, but now I had a
mission.  I logged on and began a search for Bond Girls, looking
mainly for a list of each one.  To my disappointment I noted that most
of them were now too old for my tastes and others had quickly faded
into obscurity, but all was not lost.  Just as the new Bond movies had
enjoyed a recent resurgence in both quality and popularity, so had the
Bond Girls themselves.
        Famke Janssen had blown audiences away in her role as
Xenia Onatopp, her overt sexuality and delightful zest for her work
(crushing men between her thighs) making her one of the most memorable
Bond Girls in a long time, remembered for far more than her sexually
suggestive name.
        I also considered the exotic Izabella Scorupco, who had played
Natalya Siminova - her beauty was undeniable - but whose career hadn't
followed a similar path as Famke's, who had kept in profile with
reasonably successful movies and was currently filming what was sure
to be a blockbuster, a comic book movie directed by the rather
brilliant young Director Bryan Singer.
        In the end though, I decided not to double up on a specific
movie's Bond Girls and moved instead to the next Bond Movie and the
Chinese Agent who had shared screen time with Pierce Brosnan - Wai Lin
- played by Michelle Yeoh.
        The beautiful woman was a huge superstar in the Asian Film
Market, but not quite as well known here.  A gifted actor who had
never had any martial arts training before her first Kung Fu movie,
she had a way of smiling - a sly smirk - that was exciting and seemed
to indicate she saw something humorous, a private joke she was sharing
between only you and herself.
        Finally I was left with a choice between Pam Bouvier - played
by Carey Lowell in License To Kill, Dr. Christmas Jones played by
Denise Richards in The World Is Not Enough and, from the same movie,
Elektra King played by the European actress Sophie Marceau.
	Carey Lowell was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, and the same
could be said for Denise Richards, but neither seemed to ignite that
spark in me that I was looking for.  Sophie Marceau, on the other
hand, was an actress with presence, a European Star who burned up the
camera and was one of the few Bond Girls (alongside Fatima Blush -
Barbara Carrera - and Tracy Draco - Diana Rigg) to truly contend with
Bond on his own level.
        And so as the clock ticked over into the year 2000 and
hundreds upon hundreds of millions around the world celebrated, I
chowed down on my Super Supreme and sipped at my Scotch, clicking
eagerly away at www.IMDB.com with visions of an adolescent fantasy
coming true over the weeks to come.
        

        "All you have to do, Stanley," smiled the man as he sat the
disheveled, concerned looking hobo down in the chair,"Is watch a
couple of videos and answer some questions."
        "And den youse get me dat Bourbon?" asked Stanley, one of the
calmer breed of Hobo's collected up for Organization purposes.
        "I have grave reservations about this," muttered Kevin Spacey
from behind the two-way glass looking in on the room,"We're using
bums?"
        "Believe me," smiled Lisa Kudrow,"We'd have to go to
Bangladesh to find someone with less of a connection to The
Hypnotist."
        "Just watch this tape," the 'researcher' in the next room
told Stanley,"Pay close attention."
        Stanley leaned forward and squinted his eyes as he watched the
screen flicker into life and show a man sitting in a small windowless
room, dressed in an Airport Security Uniform and reading a newspaper.
        The 'researcher' stopped the tape and put down a sheet of
paper with several photographs on it.
        "Do you see the man in the video on this page, Stanley?" he
asked.
        "Yeah, right dere," muttered Stanley, pressing a finger into
the page,"Dat's da guy, b'aint he a t.v guy or summit?"
        "Don't worry about that Stanley," smiled the 'researcher'
before starting up a new tape,"Just watch closely."
        What appeared on the screen this time was a man in a business
suit - his face blurred out - greeting another man who had a film
canister and a tape under his arm.
        The tape was stopped and a different sheet of paper was placed
in front of Stanley, again with photographs on it.
        "Do you see the man on the tape Stanley?"
        "Da dudes face was blurred out man," complained Stanley, then
peered at the paper,"But nah, no da other guy ain't on dere."
        In the observation booth Kevin and Lisa exchanged grim looks,
both sheets of paper had held photographs of the same man, the man
that they believed was The Celebrity Hypnotist.  One of the tapes was
from his 'assignment' with Natalie Imbruglia but the other was hidden
camera footage of a meeting with The CH towards the end of 1999.  The
two of them suspected the first tape was doctored to show a different
celebrity than their Hypnotist, but the hidden footage was definitely
the real deal, which meant that they themselves must have been
hypnotized to see The CH as a completely different person.  They had
no idea who he was.
        Yet.




        Donovan Prescott stared at the letterhead and smiled, then
frowned, then smiled again.
        "Still can't believe it, huh?" asked Tony Gorman, his
assistant and son of fellow partner Burt Gorman.
        Fellow Partner.
        At The New Years Eve Party Donovan had been struggling to get
into a celebratory mood, angry over complications arising from The
Jenkins Case (which he had won), the controversial legal footnote
which had helped him win a Custody Case for a Mob Widow and seen him
become involved in Rosa Sanchez's life once again, this time not for
the better.
        Joan had sensed his bad mood and tried to steer him out of it,
while at the same time avoiding the advances of the son of one of
their richer clients, an ex-Colombian with reported links to the Drug
Trade.
        Donovan was beginning to hate more and more each day the
people he was working for.  All of Dominic McKenzie's platitudes and
fancy words and admonishments about racial stereotyping and giving the
benefit of the doubt were beginning to become repetitive and sound
less and less convincing.  The odd sighting he had of the elderly
Senior Partner, Salinger, only caused more problems for him because
the rasping, tough skinned old man reminded him more and more of a
predatory Lizard or Vulture, his smiles never reaching his cold,
calculating eyes.
        If it hadn't been for Burt Gorman there would have been no
respite, but the second partner was the most hardworking, morally firm
and astoundingly naive Lawyer he had ever met.  Gorman obviously had
no idea of what Prescott suspected Salinger and McKenzie were up to,
but he was such an academic he probably still thought Carter was
President, the only thing he was up to date on were the latest
amendments to the law.
        His son - Tony - was brilliant but with nowhere near the work
ethic of Burt, and Donovan was beginning to suspect Tony was embracing
McKenzie's methods over either Donovan's or Burts.
        But as his mood had gotten darker, the party had gotten
livelier, until finally a slightly bewildered Burt Gorman had shown up
in tweed jacket and bowtie and McKenzie had called for silence.
Midnight was approaching but before the new millennium officially
began, Salinger had an announcement to make.  For the first time in
the Firm's history, a new Lawyer was going to be made a full Partner
within the first year of joining.
        "Salinger, Gorman, Mckenzie and Prescott," grinned Donovan,
smiling up at Tony in answer to his question,"I thought maybe in 5
years... if I kept up the win rate... but never within the first
year."
        "Hey you've impressed everyone," smiled Tony,"You should hear
my Dad rave about you, I don't think he's ever had somebody outlast
him at Research before! McKenzie thinks you're the bees knees since
you beat him in The LeBlanc Case and that creaky old buzzard Salinger
has been watching the cash pour in since they signed you up."
        "Heh," smiled Donovan, then shook his head,"Come on, kid,
let's get back to work on that Research."
        Tony groaned but flipped open a thick lawbook and went back to
looking for precedents to help squash prior drug convictions as
evidence of a pattern.
        Donovan smiled, immersed in his work as he had been since
being made Partner.  He didn't know what it was, but the moment
Salinger had made the announcement something had seemed to click in
his head and all his doubts, all his fears and concerns and worries
had simply disappeared... almost as if they'd been programmed to do
so.


        March, 2000.


        I handed my invitation over to the guard who peered intently
at it, then me, before waving me in.  It was a level of Security I was
not used to, usually my face was enough to get me in anywhere I
wanted, but this wasn't a Celebrity affair, it was purely political.
        I passed a guard who gave me a barely perceptible nod, and I
nodded back in return.  This was the cue I'd been waiting for, the
sound systems - which would be piping classical music into every room
in the massive Embassy - would be putting the final touches onto the
conditioning I'd all ready instilled into my three 'co-stars' over the
last two and a half months.
        It had taken so long because of the sheer mechanics of what I
was planning, cues had to be made, timing kept and through it all none
of the guests, dignitaries, politicians, guards, musicians, waiters
etc, etc would be unaware of everything we were doing.  The
subliminals in the music would see to that, making everybody who
wasn't me, Michelle, Sophie and Famke purposefully pay no attention to
- nor have any recollection of - our presence.
        After the event itself the guard who also doubled as an
Organization Agent would get me the Security Tapes and I would have
the techs make copies that didn't show our presence, keep all those
that did and turn them into another top seller.
        I was in the best European, tailor-made suit money could buy
and I had to admit it fit like a dream, my hair was done up and my
face was set into the classic confident - slightly arrogant - look of
the Worlds Greatest Secret Agent.
        I stepped into the main room and was instantly lost amongst
the various Politicians, Dignitaries, Aides, bored Wives, Escorts,
Secretaries, Ambassadors etc, etc.  Despite my months of conditioning
I still felt that moment of trepidation I always felt whenever I was
relying solely on the strength of my talents to bring my prey to me.
        And then she was there, tapping gently on my shoulder and
smiling at me, saying exactly the words she was meant to.
        "Excuse me," said Famke Janssen, red scarf draped around her
neck and over her arms, a tight ankle length dress clinging lovingly
to her body, beside her stood the equally lovely Michelle Yeoh,
herself in an expensive black dress that came down to just above her
knees, her hair done up in a bun with bangs hanging down, framing her
forehead,"But can you settle a dispute for us, Mister....?"
        And then I said the words I'd always wanted to say since I was
a youngster.
        "Bond, James Bond."
        


        "I want to know as much a I can about her prior history,
men she dated as far back as you can get, her sexual habits, her
promiscuity...."
        "Dominic," interrupted Donovan, causing the Attorney to
frown,"I don't like the sounds of this, we can't put the victim on
trial...."
        "Alleged victim," Tony Gorman corrected.
        "Regardless," continued Donovan,"If you're planning on playing
to the Jury that she led him on...."
        "That's not my intention at all, Donovan," smiled Dominic,
flashing the now familiar grin,"But just because that avenue is closed
off from us does not mean we don't explore the possibilities.  For all
we know she is promiscuous, perhaps she gets a thing out of teasing
men and chose the wrong guy.... if that's the case then we have an
obligation to our Client to follow through."
        Donovan frowned but said no more, simply nodding his head as
Dominic continued to lay out their assignments on this case.  He and
Tony had only just finished successfully squashing the prior
drug convictions of one of their Clients, knocking the legs out from
under the Prosecutions Case and forcing the Judge to throw out the
charges.  But there was no rest, now Dominic had them as First and
Second Chair on a case for the Grandson of a very important client.
Ricardo Vergara had been one of the Firm's first Clients and still
held powerful business contacts around the world, though his son
Roberto now ran the Family Business.  His Grandson Ricardo Vergara The
Second was not interested in Business, preferring to pretend he was a
penniless musician roughing it out in the mean streets of New York.
        The fact he was living in a massive SoHo Loft on the modest
income of 4 million dollars a year was rarely mentioned by his
hangers-on, however.
        Several weeks earlier Ricardo had been accused of raping a 17
year old girl who had been entranced by his act and been hanging
around him for weeks.  Usually his Family would pay off the girl and
sweep it under the rug, but unfortunately for Ricardo she had been
another 'poor little rich girl' slumming it on the streets much like
him, and when her own wealthy family found out what had happened
they'd brought an action against him.
        So far it had been kept out of the Media, which was how both
families wanted it, but the girls Lawyers were tearing viciously into
Ricardo's reputation and his Family wanted blood.
        


        "My name is Famke Jansennov," Famke introduced herself with a
smile, as we left the main hall and made our way down the
comparatively quieter hallways of the Embassy.  As we had moved
through the hall people had unconsciously made way for us, not even
noticing our presence, which was bizarre considering the beauty of the
two women flanking me on either side.  Of course, the subliminal
conditioning of the music was telling them not to notice us, not to
remember us, not to get in our way, those messages being repeated over
and over in their subconscious while the more complex
messages were only recognized by Famke, Michelle and Sophie, who had
yet to make her appearance.
        "And I am Mei Chel Yeoh," added Michelle, bastardizing her
name horribly, not that I cared.... exotic names were all part of the
charm of James Bond.
        "And what exactly is it you ladies want of me?" I asked,
affecting a Pierce Brosnan-like accent because my Sean Connery was so
horrendous.
        We came to a door and opened it, finding inside a very large
and well appointed room.  Though neither of them knew it, this was one
of several offices held by the Ambassador of this Embassy for his day
to day business.  It gave me a real thrill to know that this scene
would be played out in the office that was a real part of the global
play of Politics.
        "We wish to settle a dispute," Michelle said,"We were
discussing which was the truer form of communism, the failed method of
Russia or the working model of China."
        "Actually we were discussing how the true vision of Marxism
was distorted first by Lenin, corrupted by Stalin and thoroughly
decimated by our so-called Comrades who were worse than even the
decadent capitalists we'd been brought up to despise."
        "Then what of Chairman Mao?" I asked.
        "A great man who held true to his vision," smiled Michelle.
        "A man who allowed the simple liberties of life to be
squashed and all hope to be crushed from the minds and hearts of the
self-same populace that Marx and Lenin sough to elevate," countered
Famke, her wonderful accent delighting me, so effortlessly did she put
it on I could almost believe she was actually Russian,"He went to
measures that even Stalin would have called cruel, and because of that
and that alone does China's communism exist today, though it is a
bastardization of the true vision of Marx."
        "And so how can I settle this dispute," I asked with a
grin,"Surely two 'comrades' don't need a decadent capitalist like
myself to solve their political debates."
        Famke closed the door with a bump of her butt and grinned at
me, a cheeky smile that filled me with delight,"But that is where you
are wrong, Mr Bond, a 'decadent capitalist' like yourself has the
benefit of an outside view."
        She moved around behind the desk, stripping herself of her
scarf and tossing it carelessly aside.  She settled her arms against
the hard oak that saw the shuffling correspondence of national
politics travel over it every day, causing her breasts to press
together as she looked sultrily up at me.  Michelle was sitting at the
right end of the desk, her arms leaning back on either side of
Famke's, one leg wrapped over the other, causing her
dress to ride up and show a large expanse of firmly toned leg.  They
both looked at me with a look that was somehow both questioning,
patient, teasing, seductive and sultry at the same time.  They were
the epitome of class - both of them - and the only singular word that
could adequately describe them was exotic.
        "So Mr. Bond," smiled Michelle,"Which is the superior? Chinese
or Russian?"
        "Quite a dilemma," I smirked, walking around the desk and
looking both beautiful women over in great detail, taking in every
inch of both Michelle and Famke,"The similarities are obvious, but the
differences are so delightful."
        I trailed one finger down Michelle's extended arm, then up
Famke's and around her neck,"Do we really need to look upon it as
rivals? Can't the Russians and the Chinese be friends?"
        Michelle and Famke exchanged rolling eyes and even I had to
admit the dialogue was cheesy as hell..... but no worse than your
average Bond movie, and quite a lot classier than the later Roger
Moore movies... at least I wasn't calling anyone Octopussy.
        "How typical of a decadent westerner to turn politics into a
come-on," smiled Michelle,"All Embassy staff are warned of such things
before we move to International Countries."
        "It was before my time," nodded Famke, not making any effort
to stop me as I ran my fingers down her side and made her body shudder
in pleasure,"But the old Soviet Union too had classes on how to resist
the so-called charms of the Westerners."
        "And how successful were they?" I grinned.
        Famke's grin faded for a second, then came back full force,"I
must admit, the theory of the classes and the practical experience of
the field often differed severely."
        Michelle rolled back her head - her nose mere inches for
Famke's cleavage - and laughed, rich and deep, causing my grin to
spread wider... they were both walking breathing sex and they knew it.
Everyone who would watch this tape knew it too, they had brought me
into this room to 'seduce' me.  They honestly believed they were
Russian and Chinese respectively, and were looking for the thrill of
'forbidden fruit' which in this case was me, a decadent Capitalist.
        Who was I to say no?
        "Am I to take it that you haven't had the training then?" I
asked.
        "You would win that bet, Tovarisch," she smiled, pushing her
breasts forward a little more so they were almost touching Michelle's
face.
        "Then how would you react to this, I wonder?" I asked,
wrapping an arm around her waist and nibbling gently at her earlobe.
I felt her body shudder with delight, responding to my skills but
primarily to her conditioning.  Through my contacts I'd gotten access
to them, their homes in L.A, studios where they were currently
working, and set up my conditioning through subliminal imaging,
subliminal audios, telephone calls and finally direct face to face
meetings where I'd created the fantasy/script in their minds, the
final parts having been shifted into place when they arrived at the
Embassy.
        "Pathetic," giggled Michelle as she watched Famke squirm and
moan in pleasure as I kissed and nuzzled at her ear, her cheek, her
lips, her neck.  Famke gripped the edges of the desk with more and
more pressure, until her knuckles were white, and I felt her hips
beginning to jerk involuntarily.  Carefully I moved myself into place
behind her, pressing my crotch into her rear so that she was humping
back into me with more and more urgency, all while Michelle languished
on the desk watching with delight and growing arousal.  Her own legs
were spreading against the tight material of her skirt, leaving
nothing to the imagination.
        "Why Ms. Yeoh," I grinned,"You're not wearing panties."
        "Don't stop...." moaned Famke, and I went back to kissing her
neck, my eyes locked on Michelle's as she gazed back at me with
growing lust.
        "Undergarments.... are a luxury, Mr. Bond," she moaned, lying
her head back on the desk and running her hands down over her body,
down her thighs and pulling the dress slowly up her sexy dancers legs.
        Gently I began bending Famke over the desk till her chest were
placed just above Michelle's, then reached down and grabbed the slit
of her dress, rolling the entire thing over her hips to reveal her
tiny black g-string.
        I had moved aside slightly to give the cameras a shot of her
delicious ass, and now I too great delight in hooking her g-string
with my finger and slowly, slowly pulling it down over her creamy
white buttocks, showing just as much as before, but with the g-string
gone it seemed that much more lewd.
        "What are you doing, Mr. Bond....?" she managed to moan before
I kissed her, sliding my tongue between her lips as I unclasped my
belt and slid my pants down, moving up behind her.
        "Doing my bit for International Relationships," I replied,
breaking the kiss, and then slid every inch of my cock deep inside of
her.
        "BOZHE MOI!" she grunted as my hips pressed into her buttocks,
then rolled her head back on her neck and kissed me desperately.  I
returned her passion equally, fired up now by this hot red-head as she
bucked back against me, fucking me into her so that I didn't need to
do anything but stand there.
        "I did not think a man could pleasure a woman like so," moaned
Michelle, slowly rubbing her nipples with her fingertips through her
dress, watching the two of us intently,"In China women are usually the
domain of older Party Members with little vitality left in them, we
must turn to other sources for our passion."
        "Such as?" I asked with a grin, breaking my liplock with Famke
and bending her forward again so her breasts were pressing against
Michelle's, the Asian women's fingers trapped between two fantastic
sets of breasts.
        "Such as this," moaned Michelle, and dropped her legs over the
edge of the desk, allowing her strong legs to drag her down (and her
skirt up) till Famke's breasts were above her face.  She reached up
and pulled the dress down, letting Famke's breasts spring free, then
took one in hand and began to suckle greedily at the firm pink nipple.
        "Ooooo-ooooh," moaned Famke as I began to pump in and out of
her and Michelle suckled at her tit.  The normal sensations were
being compounded by my conditioning, increasing her arousal, turning
up her reactions, leaving her as nothing more than a 5' 11"
nerve-ending alight with sexual energy.
        I grunted and pulled myself almost out of her, loving the
sensation of her snug, little pussy closing back in place, watching
inch after inch of my prick emerge glistened with her pussy-juice.  I
held myself in place for a few seconds then plunged forward again,
fucking the full length of my cock back into her tight cunt.
        "Simply delightful," I moaned as I felt the walls of her pussy
contract around me,"Russian has such a unique taste...."
        "Oooh," panted Famke roughly, overwhelmed by my cock sliding
in and out of her as Michelle suckled at her tits,"Ohhhhh!"
        "Such a beautiful language," I quipped.
        I pumped in and out of Famke's pussy with faster and faster
strokes of my cock, pounding into her like a machine, my cock a
piston, my hips gears.  My arm was still wrapped around her waist,
pressing into the oaken desk, and a quick movement later had my finger
between her thighs, pressing my fingers against her engorged clitoris
and exacerbating her all ready overwhelmed body.
        "Ooooooh! Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" screamed Famke
loudly, though the sound-proofed room meant that wasn't a problem.  I
grinned and nuzzled at her neck, eyes greedily taking in the swell of
her breasts, pushed up and out by Michelle's mouth and hands as she
sucked and squeezed at the other woman's tits.
        "Uuuuuhh! Yo... you're fuh-fuh-fucking meeeee!" groaned Famke,
my fingers working their magic on her clitoris and my cock working
it's mojo on her cunt, bringing her towards a mind-blowing orgasm.
        Her cunt was burning up with desire, the heat spreading out
from my plunging cock, extending out to all her nerves, causing her
nipples to grow erect (and even more sensitive to Michelle's fingers
and teeth and lips) and the hairs on the back of her head to stand up
on end.
        I was slamming into her now with reckless abandon, knowing my
own body well enough now to know when I would reach the point of no
return.  I drove my cock into her juicy, dripping pussy as my hips
smacked loudly against the curved cheeks of her ass.  Famke gripped
onto the edge of the desk to keep her in place, causing her body to
shake and quiver with each forward thrust of my cock into her.  Her
tits jiggled and quivered, causing them to jump about over Michelle's
mouth.  The Asian women adapted admirably, reaching up and grabbing
both firm globes roughly in hand, squeezing them tightly before
sliding her arms around Famke's neck and pulling her body down.  This
left her bent double over the desk, tits pressed firmly into
Michelle's face as I slammed into her quivering ass over and over
again.
        I was grunting with the exertion, my body glistening with
sweat, causing a wet smacking sound as our flesh connected over and
over, my cock driving into her gushing cunt, my hips pounding against
her sweetly curved ass.  My feet slid in between her own and I spread
my legs, causing hers to spread as well.  Because Michelle was still
gripping onto her neck and back while suckling at her breasts, Famke's
body had no choice but to push her ass back against my cock, grinding
me ever deeper into her at an adjusted angle.
        With a cocky smirk at the camera I began to gently rotate my
hips every 5th stroke or so, working my cock around inside of her
pussy and leaving no part of her vagina untouched by my fucking,
pounding cock.
        "OH... oh.... Bozhe Moi! BOZHE MOI!" she cried out, her cunt
clamping down and tightening around my cock, increasing my own desire
to the point where I was almost ready to cum myself.
        Instantly I activated my own innate conditioning, allowing
myself to cut off the actual physical and mental sensations coursing
through my body, leaving me somewhat detached.  As hot as Famke was, I
had two more beautiful women to fuck tonight and James Bond or not, I
was only human.
        I continued to pound into her though, knowing she was near
breaking point herself.  Lifting up onto my toes to change the depth
and angle of my prick's plunging thrusts into her, I increased the
pace of my fucking into her, working her into higher and higher
degrees of sensation, her back arching as much as it could, head
rolling back and mouth dropping open as a low, stuttering keening
noise worked it's way out from deep in her lungs.
        Whispering a word under my breath, I set off the signal in my
own mind to emulate the sensation of climaxing.  With a sharp grunt of
pleasure I slammed forward into her tightly sucking cunt, grinding
deep into her bucking ass as she dug her fingers into the oaken desk,
biting her lower lip and rolling her eyes back in their sockets as she
shuddered through an incredibly erotic, mostly silent orgasm.
        Finally she calmed down and released her death-grip on the
desk, collapsing onto Michelle's chest and laying there, bent over
with her ass in the air, my cock still buried inside of her.  We were
both breathing deeply, bodies glistening with sweat, but slowly I
regained my composure and pulled out of her, causing her to moan deep
and low.  Beneath her lay Michelle, gently stroking Famke's hair,
enjoying the feel of the other woman's breasts against her own.  She
turned and smiled at me as I collapsed down into the plush chair,
breathing deeply.
        "Tired all ready, Mr. Bond?" she asked with a grin.
        "Just taking a breather," I grinned,"Diplomacy is difficult
work, but I plan to work long into the night until everybody is
satisfied."


        "I'm not satisfied with that answer," Donovan said,"In fact
I'm not satisfied with any of your answers."
        "Pardon me?" asked Ricardo, lifting a surprised eye at the
sudden change in attitude from his Lawyer.  Young and good looking,
the muscular Chilean was used to being treated with respect, fear or
awe.
        "The fact is, you're a liar Mr. Vergara," Donovan continued,
standing several feet from his sitting Client and staring down at him
with barely concealed contempt,"You lied about your financial status
to impress your hangers-on, you lied to that poor girl about helping
her develop her music, you lied to her when you said you wanted to
help, and you lied to the Police and to this Court when you said you
did not force yourself onto her."
        "Who do you think you are talking to!?!" growled Ricardo,
starting to get up in his seat.
        "Oh you did it, and you know you did it, and so does she, and
before this trial is out the Jury will know it too!" Donovan snapped
back at him with such force that the surprised man dropped back into
his seat,"We know you were flirting with her the night in question, we
know you told your friends to get her drunk, we know you took her to
your loft and we know that you intended to have sex with her.... and
when she wouldn't you got mad, because nobody tells Ricardo Vergara
no, and when she did you decided you were going to take what you
couldn't have and you raped her!"
        "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" screamed Ricardo, leaping to his feet
and lunging angrily at Donovan, who stood his ground as Dominic and
Tony grabbed the powerfully built young man, restraining him.
        "Mr Vergara! This is his JOB!" hissed Tony.
        "Calm yourself, Mr Vergara," Dominic said calmly, using his
years of experience as an Attorney to calm the man with just his
voice,"Donovan is being hard on you because the Prosecutors are going
to go for your jugular.  There is no physical evidence of forced
intercourse, no witnesses to the scene itself and plenty of
corroborative evidence that the girl often flirted with you.  They're
desperate and they'll go to whatever lengths necessary to get you mad
and make you look like a combustible, volatile personality."
        Ricardo forced himself to relax, shaking off Tony and
Dominic's restraining arms in a fit of pique.  He straightened his
suede jacket and cast a withering glare at Donovan, whose own stony
expression did not change.  Finally he allowed himself to be seated,
where he cast one more glare at Donovan to let him know he was
allowing himself to be calmed.
        "Aguevonao," he spat angrily,"This is a waste of my time and
my Family's money."
        "This is going to save your family a great deal of
money," Dominic corrected smoothly,"Donovan is Ataoso, he will make
you hate him, but he will be your best friend in that Courtroom."
        Ricardo sniffed in derision at Dominic's attempt to ingratiate
himself by throwing in the Chilean adjective for someone who is
complicated, but he nodded and inclined his head towards Donovan.
        "Very well," he said,"We shall continue, but there are certain
limits even Attorneys cannot cross, do not cross them here because we
are not in a Courtroom, Cachai?"
        - Eres un cabro chico, - thought Donovan angrily, longing to
say the words out loud, but he just nodded,"Of course, I am a
Professional, as you must be when you take the stand, Cachai?"
        Ricardo nodded, and they started again.



        Michelle's dress was wrapped thickly around her waist, her
breasts and crotch exposed.  Her ass was lifted off of the desk, her
legs spread and held up by my arms as I pounded into her over and
over.
        She was squealing and moaning with pleasure, but it was hard
to hear, muffled as it was by Famke's cunt, the other women straddling
her face and grinding her cunt into Michelle's mouth.
        I pulled back and then shoved firmly deep inside of her,
loving the feel of my cockshaft sinking into the hot celebrity's
body.  She groaned low and deep from the back of her throat as I
filled her deeply.  Her hands squeezed Famke's beautiful ass
spasmodically, pausing to breath deeply before plastering her mouth
against the other woman's pussy once more and greedily eating her
out.
        I rammed into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her
athletic body with each thrust.  Her head twisted from side to side
beneath Famke's crotch, her legs quivering in my arms and against my
shoulders as she thrust her torso back at me with each of my deep
fucking thrusts, meeting my cock at each turn.
        "Mmmm, oooohmmmm, ahhhmmmm," she moaned in a muffled groan,
pumping her crotch roughly against mine, her cunt greedily tightening
and sucking on my penis, pulling at it as I pulled back, gripping to
it tightly when I slammed it forward.
        I worked my hard cock into her eagerly-upthrust cunt, her
gushing juices flooding around my prick as I pounded into her, her
hands squeezing and kneading Famke's ass as her back arched as she
screamed out her orgasm deep into Famke's pumping crotch, which in
turn drove the other woman over the edge.
        "Awwwww fuuuuuhhhh-ck!!!!" Famke cried out,"Your tongue!
OOOOHHH!!"
        My eyes greedily crawled over the sight of my cock pumping in
and out of her glistening, bald cunt-lips, her flat stomach raising up
and down with panting breaths, her firm breasts firm and erect,
nipples straining upwards, dew-drops of sweat hanging from them, her
graceful neck leading up to her beautiful face, Famke's juices
dripping down over her chin as the other woman orgasmed into her Asian
Celebrity lover's mouth.
        My nostrils flared and my eyes widened with lust at the sight
of Famke's buttocks tightening and clamping down as she worked her
hips in tight circles over Michelle's face.  I pistoned my cock hard
and fast into her juicy, slick fuck-hole with the long, deep strokes,
working my own hips with the same rhythm that Famke was working her
cunt into Michelle's face.  The response was immediate, as I watched
her body arch and felt the muscles in her leg tightening.  She
actually physically slammed her body downwards, swallowing my cock
fully inside of her and grinding her ass against my crotch.
        I felt light-headed with desire, no matter how many women I
screwed, no matter how many celebrities I made my own, I never got
tired of this, the moment when all thoughts ceased, when everything
came down to pure reponse to stimulis.  We were all three of us
machines now, giving up our individuality and personality to an act as
old as humanity itself.
        The only difference being, I could bring myself back whenever
I wanted to.
        But for now I had no intention of stopping, the way I was
feeling at the moment I could go on fucking them all night.  The feel
of her, being inside of her, it was ecstasy, hot wet steaming sex with
a beautiful Asian celebrity who was herself eating out a fellow
Celebrity, one born in Holland who lived in America and had been made
famous for playing a Russian in a British film.
        I grinned stupidly as I pistoned my cock in and out of
her tightly-clinging pussy, loving the muffled groans and whimpers of
pleasure I could hear coming from beneath Famke's cunt.
        "Oooooh yessssss," I hissed, knowing she was close to coming
again and that I myself was once again near the point of no return.
For the second time that night I activated my own internal
conditioning and prevented myself from orgasming, instead continuing
to give a hard, deep dicking as her body was wracked by yet another
orgasm. 
        With an evil grin I reached down and pressed my fingers
against her throbbing clit, and as I felt her body jerk violently in
reaction to the unexpected sensation, I squeezed the stiff, slippery
knob of flesh between my thumb and forefinger.
        "MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!" she screamed
between Famke's thighs as I squeezed her clit firmly, even as I
continued to fuck in and out of her juicy cunt with wet sluicing
thrusts of my prick.
        I could feel the pressure in my balls growing, but it was only
a feeling, a collection of memories I had used to convince my mind I
was cumming while in fact my body stopped responding to physical
stimulus.  This way I could cum all night long without ever blowing my
load, though of course I would make a point of doing just that when we
reached the climax of the event.
        Her body was arching higher and higher and I could see her
feet stretching beside either side of my face, toes pointing straight
up at the ceiling.  This caused her ass to raise up off the desk,
sweat dripping from her tightly clenched buttocks, wildly changing the
angle of my prick inside of her.  Her mouth was still firmly plastered
against Famke's own orgasming pussy as her tits pressed ever outward,
her body curving to near impossible angles as she thrust and ground
against me, my fingers doing double time on her clit as she exploded
with a massive orgasm and drenched my cock in thick, juicy cunt-cream.
        Finally she collapsed, causing my cock to pull out of her with
a pop, and for the first time I realized I'd been up on my tip-toes to
retain the angle of my fucking into her.
        Famke continued to ride her exhausted face for a few moments,
then finally rolled her legs over and collapsed into the seat I'd
collapsed into after fucking her earlier.
        I rested my arms against the desk, still crouched over
Michelle's exhausted, well fucked body, breathing deeply, face red
with the exertion of fucking two very hot, athletic Bond Girls.
        "My little red book never said anything about this...." moaned
Michelle after a couple of minutes of lying on the desk, deeply
sucking in air.
        "Mmmmmmmmm," moaned Famke happily, curled up happily in her
chair.
        "Who knew International Relations could be so fascinating," I
quipped with a smirk,"My oh my, a decadent Capitalist, two Communists
- one former and one practicing..... all we need now is a Hedonist and
the night would be complete."
        And that's when all three of us realized the door to the
Office had opened and a newcomer had been standing in the doorway for
the past five minutes.
        "Consider the night complete," said Sophie Marceau with a
wink.



        "I NEVER RAPED HER!" screamed Ricardo.
        "Cuenta la firme!" roared Donovan back at him,"You ruined that
girls life, at least have the......"
        "No estoy ni ahi" spat Ricardo in his seat, hands angrily
gripping the arm-rest of his chair.
        "Que choro," grunted Donovan, turning his back on
Ricardo contempteously,"Cuma...."
        "Escoba!" hissed Ricardo, and started to stand up, but
a restraining hand on his shoulder gave him pause.
        "A Prosecutor would never go this far, never switch languages
on the Jury or the Judge," Dominic whispered calmly in his
ear,"Donovan is going harder on you so that when you sit in that
Witness Stand, nothing the Prosecutor throws at you will phase you in
the slightest."
        Ricardo nodded and swallowed, then shook his head roughly and
collapsed back into his seat,"Look at me, I am sweating like a pig...
it's like being in a fist fight."
        "Donovan's the best at this," smiled Dominic as he looked up
at Donovan, who was now calmly discussing case notes with Tony,"This
is how he got to The Celebrity Hypnotist, he was losing the case till
he pinned LeBlanc down on the Witness Stand and angered him into
confessing to the whole thing."
        Ricardo nodded again, then cocked his head at Dominic,"You
were defending The Hypnotist, weren't you?"
        Dominic's trademark grin slid for a second, then returned
full force,"True, and that's why Donovan works for us now."
        There was a timid knock at the door and all four men in the
room turned to stare in surprise at each other, it was nearly
midnight, who else was in the building?
        Then Donovan smiled.
        "Come in Joan," he said.
        The Secretary who had been with him since his days as a Street
Lawyer entered nervously, holding a tray of cool drinks, each one the
favorite of one particular man.
        "Marvelous woman," grinned Dominic as Donovan playfully
berated his loyal Secretary for sticking around so late.
        Ricardo did not respond, staring at Joan, or more specifically
her slim figure, as she unconsciously flirted with her Boss, finally
whispering softly,"Mijita rica!"



        I was down on my knees, face buried between Sophie's thighs
as I hungrily lapped at her pussy.  She was lying on her back on the
desk that had all ready had two hot Celebrities lying naked on it
today, and now there were three.
        Michelle and Famke lay on either side of her, taking turns to
deeply kiss her, tongues entwining, all three women making low keening
noises that seemed to make my cock swell every time.
        She'd introduced herself as Sophie Marceopoulos, bored Heiress
of a rich Greek Shipping Magnate, not that anyone had really been
listening.
        The moment she'd introduced herself we'd been approaching her,
closing the door behind her, removing her clothes, kissing her all
over, moving her into the office, placing her on the desk, and now
using our tongues on her in some very interesting ways.
        Her thighs were pressing against my ears as I gripped onto her
hips and eagerly lapped at her all ready overflowing pussy.  Looking
up over her nude Celebrity body I could see just over the tops of her
firm breasts to see Famke and Michelle kissing her and each other.  It
was an incredibly erotic sight and my cock, despite 'cumming' twice,
was thick and hard and desperate to get inside of her.
        I shifted my hands to grasped the firm cheeks of her
delightful ass, allowing me to hold myself in place as Sophie humped
and churned her hips up against my face as I licked and sucked
hungrily at her juicy snatch.
        It felt like she was all ready on the verge of cumming, and
cumming hard.  She'd obviously been excited watching me fucking
Michelle, and now the combination of my tongue and Famke and
Michelle's hands running all over her body as they exchanged kisses
was obviously too much for her.
        I pulled her shaven cunt-lips into my mouth, ran my tongue
between them, nuzzled my nose up into her clitoris, pressed my chin
firmly between her tight buttocks and held on for the ride of a
lifetime as she began to thrust her pelvis wildly up and down.
        She was tossing her head back and forth all ready, her tits
pressing out as she arched her back, Michelle and Famke's hands
running over her body, fingers pulling at her nipples, mouths nuzzling
at her neck and chin and lips.
        I dragging my tongue slowly up the full length of her slit,
then sucked her throbbing clit deep into my mouth and flicked my
tongue back and forth rapidly over the tip of the turgid little
love-button.
        "Unnnnhhhhh, ooooh yes, baby, yes," she moaned,"Suck it...
suck my clit, I can feel it.... ooooh I can feel it!"
        Hearing her wanton moans caused me to redouble my efforts,
there was nothing I enjoyed more than bringing a woman off just with
my tongue, it did my good to know I still had what it took, even if I
wasn't eighteen anymore.
        She slammed her cunt up against my face, grinding her pussy
into my mouth, forcing her clit against my teeth and increasing her
pleasure a thousandfold.
        "I... I.... UH! I don't be... believe it," she moaned,"I'm
gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cuuuum!!!!"
        And she did, her hot juices flooding my mouth as her ass
lifted high into the air, forcing her shoulders back into the desk and
thrusting her tits out.
        She let out a strangled moan of deep desire as her orgasm
broke, flooding her entire body with wave after wave of pleasure,
stretching out to the furthermost extremities of her limbs.  And all
throughout it all I lapped at her creaming, juicy pussy with reckless
abandon, gulping down as much as I could of her love-juices, coating
my face in the stuff, her cream dripping from my chin as I ate her
out.
        Eventually she calmed, her body collapsing onto the desk, her
chest rising and falling with heavy panting as Famke and Michelle
leaned over her, standing now to almost form a triangle of hot, naked
celebrity flesh.  The two 'Communists' kissed passionately above
Sophie's heaving chest as I stood up and grinned at them both.
Breaking their kiss, their eyes narrowed in instantly on the juices
glistening on my lips, cheeks and chin.  They rushed down the opposite
sides of the desk and pulled their bodies close to mine, eagerly
kissing me and tasting Sophie's juices before licking and sucking at
my face to get the rest of it.
        My prick was throbbing with desire now and it was time for the
final glorious moment.
        Her legs were spread lewdly, one hand lying between her legs,
the other playing absently with a nipple, rubbing it between two
fingers.
        "Now," I said with a grin,"Never let it be said England won't
stretch itself thin to please all our International friends."
        "Uhhh? Wha...?" she asked, confused.
        "Allow me to demonstrate," I smirked, grabbing my cock in hand
and getting into position,"It's all part of the service."
        And then I slammed my cock deep inside of Sophie Marceau's
cunt.
        Her eyes bulged wide as she felt me fuck myself deep into her,
surprised at the sudden penetration, but that quickly changed to
delight as I ground against her and she got used to having me inside
of her.
        I of course, was simply delighted, there was nothing like
being inside pussy, and celebrity pussy was the best, not even Royal
pussy could compare, and I'd had it all, normal, political, celebrity,
royal, and considered myself the foremost expert.
        I pulled back and then slid in, Famke and Michelle leaning
close to me, tits pressing in my shoulders, legs wrapped around my
thighs, their breathing becoming faster as they excitedly watched my
cock pump in and out of Sophie's cunt.
        Gripping her thighs to hold her in place, I moved my hips back
and forth in a circular motion, pumping into her with short strokes at
varying angles, my cock riding along the walls of her pussy and
driving her insane with pleasure so soon after her earlier orgasm.
        As she began to moan and gasp, I increased the length of my
strokes, taking time to turn and kiss first Michelle, then Famke, then
watch as they leaned across my chest to kiss each other.
        Her fingers clawed at the oaken desk and in the back of my
head I made a mental note to have The Organization replace it later on
tonight, and a further note to keep it for myself as a memento.
        Her head twisted from side to side as she lifted her hips and
fucked back at my thrusting cock.  The sensations of my prick against
the lips of her cunt as I pumped in and out of her was making her head
spin with erotic sensation, making coherent thought impossible.  This
high level of arousal worked in my favor, because my conditioning
directed their memories of these events into the realm of fantasy and
dreams, the unreal nature of their heightened arousal was not
believable as a 'real' event and they were only too pleased to believe
it was a dream.  Thus, it wasn't worth remembering outside of a
subconscious memory of something primal and exciting, and my identity
remained secure.
        My eyes ran down over her deliciously lewdly splayed thighs,
watching as my cock fucked in and out of her cunt, her pink shaven
cuntlips clinging to the shaft as I withdrew, then slamming back in as
my cock did the same, plunging deep into her.  It was an erotic sight
and simply added to the delightful sensation of fucking her.
        She bent her legs and lifted them high, allowing me greater
access, letting me slam deep into her again and again, my balls
slapping against her tightly clenched buttocks.  I was getting the
deepest possible penetration now, my pubic bone slamming against her
engorged clitoris, pounding m our hips together, forcing air from her
lungs, making her feel breathless and excited as she felt her vision
going black at the corner of her eyes.
        She threw her head back and sucked in a huge lungful of air,
feeling giddy and lightheaded, her body nothing but pure sensation
now, burning up with unbridled passion as her cunt clasped my cock
with each thrust inside of her.  Whimpers and incoherent moans escaped
her body, her eyelids fluttered and shook as she gurgled with delight,
her head rolling about on the desk as she fought to prevent her orgasm
as long as possible, drawing out the moment of anticipation as long as
she could before the inevitable mind-blowing orgasm.
        Feeling my own lust building, this time I let it go, allowing
myself past the point of no return.  I fucked her harder than ever,
pounding into her, my hips pumping up and down, in and out, filling
her bucking, rolling cunt with my hard, throbbing, ready to burst
cock.
        Her eyes rolled and crossed as she gurgled with delight, her
hips rising and rising, ass clenching, breasts straining out, teeth
clenching and breath hissing between them as she lost her battle to
hold it back and came, and came hard.
        "Ooooh fuuuck!" I moaned as I continued to pound into her now
vice-like cunt, even as she writhed beneath me and cried out in
mindless pleasure as her orgasm took control of her body.  My face was
screwed up in a ridiculous mask of lust, but I was the only one who
would ever see it, the techs would unknowingly change The
Organization's copy of the film so that another Celebrity would be
doing Sophie Marceau, and that Celebrity in turn would be altered by
the same techs (knowingly this time) to show Pierce Brosnan.
        But all of that was hours away yet, for now I was just
interested in blowing my load, and I continued to slam-fuck into
Sophie's cunt as beside me Famke and Michelle rolled about on the
floor, kissing and running their hands over each other's bodies.
        I watched Sophie bite her lower lip and drag deep gouges into
the surface of the desk with her nails as I fucked deep into her
gushing, creaming pussy and felt sweet release flood through my body
as I blasted jet after jet of thick, ropy sperm deep up inside her
cunt.
        As I came I tore my hands from her hips and slammed my palms
into the desk on either side of her chest, leaning right over her as I
kept myself buried deep into her, grinding my crotch against hers,
feeling her nipples against my chest, scraping deliciously along my
chest, which was of course ultra-sensitive following my climax.
        I rested against her a few moments, then with a low groan
echoed by Sophie, leaned back and pulled out of her, running my hands
down her thighs as I did so.
        Turning to survey the scene, I watched Michelle and Famke
lying on the floor, languidly kissing as their hands slowly ran over
each other's bodies, while Sophie lay spread-eagled on the desk with
her juices and my cum pooling against her ass-cheeks.
        "The things I do for Queen and Country," I said with a smirk
at the camera.


        And that was that, the scene was done, the cameras wrapped up
and the girls cleaned up.  Staggering unsteadily out of the room after
getting redressed, each one found an operative waiting for them, ready
to escort them home where their clothes would be taken from them and
destroyed while they showered, went to bed and woke up the next day
feeling happy, refreshed and with no memory of the previous nights
events.
        Nobody at the Embassy Party would remember seeing them because
none of them had 'seen' them, any security tapes of us were all ready
being removed, destroyed and replaced with ones that showed no
activity in them.
        It was perfect, just like everything I did, nobody could fault
my conditioning, my planning, my almost obsessive attention to detail.
I always took everything into account and, once I had set my mind to
make something happen, it happened.
        And nothing, nothing, could ever put an end to that.



        Ricardo sat on the ass, looking in shock up at Donovan who
stood over him, fists clenched angrily.  Blood dripped from the
Chilean's nose, and it was taking every ounce of Donovan's will not to
step in and finish the job he'd started.
        On the desk several feet away, Joan sat clutching her torn
shirt together with one hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Donovan had stepped in just as Ricardo had been in the process of
showing her 'she really wanted it', and he hated himself for leaving
them alone for more than 2 minutes.  Dominic and Tony had left with
Ricardo half an hour earlier, but Ricardo had returned ten minutes
later while Joan was packing up for the night and Donovan was making
some last minute case-notes.
        He'd gone to the toilet for a minute and come back to find
Ricardo  making his move, and he'd made his.
        "How dare you strike me!" hissed Ricardo,"Don't you know
who...."
        "One more word," growled Donovan,"And you'll never see your
precious family again."
        He turned to Joan, who was staring at him with wide
eyes,"Joan, leave the room."
        "Duh... Donovan?" she asked, confused.
        "Leave the room," he repeated, and giving Ricardo a wide berth
she did as she was told, casting back a worried glare as she did so.
        "Now," growled Donovan, feeling more clear-headed than he had
for months,"Stand up, Aguevona, because I'm going to explain very
clearly to you exactly what's going to happen in Court tomorrow when
the Judge asks you how you plead."


        End Celebrity Hypnotist 18.


        Compliments, Criticisms and Requests to :

        dimitri_resides@yahoo.com


        For those interested, below is a list of those Celebrities
which have featured over the last eighteen chapters, followed by a
listing of those who will feature in the next (and final) two
chapters.

        Demi Moore              Kim Basinger
        Teri Hatcher            Michelle Pfieffer
        Gillian Anderson        Nicole Kidman
        Daphne Zuniga           Drew Barrymore
        Lisa Kudrow             Uma Thurman
        Courteney Cox           Alicia Silverstone
        Lauren Holly            Heather Locklear
        Jennifer Aniston        Jennifer Love Hewitt
        Helen Hunt              Debbe Dunning
        Faith Ford              Patricia Richardson
        Mary Hart               Sarah Michelle Gellar
        Tea Leoni               Neve Campbell
        Carmen Elektra          Jenny McCarthy
        Jenna Elfman            Julia Roberts
        Cindy Crawford          Isabella Rosselinni
        The Spice Girls         Tyra Banks
        Sandra Bullock          Cameron Diaz
        Catherine Zeta Jones    Claudia Schiffer
        Gwyneth Paltrow         Charlize Theron
        Angelina Jolie          Deborah Kara Unger
        Elizabeth Hurley        Lucy Lawless
        Renee O'Connor          Natalie Imbruglia
        Toni Braxton            Shania Twain
        Jennifer Lopez          Erika Eleniak
        Yasmine Bleeth          Nicole Eggert
        Andrea Thompson         Kim Delaney
        Gina Gershon            Thandie Newton
        Famke Janssen           Michelle Yeoh
        Sophie Marceau


CH 19 - Maturity - Renee Russo & Sharon Stone
Ch 20 - Dirty Old Man - Anna Kournikova, Britney Spears, Brandy,
Melissa Joan Hart, Katie Holmes, Michelle Williams, Christina Ricci,
Mena Suvari, Alyson Hannigan & Laura Prepon.

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