0 comments/ 26672 views/ 2 favorites The Hypno Psych Ch. 01 By: simon_shadow Standard Disclaimer: You must be over 18 years of age to be reading this story, and blah, blah blah...you know what I'm talking about. Don't do anything illegal. This is Part 1 of an ongoing series about celebrities. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and so is a good vote. Thanks for reading. ___________________ Hello. “Oh god…don’t…stop…(gasp)…god that feels…” ahem. Sorry, what was I thinking? Let me start over. Hi, I’m Simon, Simon Shadow. My 28-year old roommate, 4 days older than me, and myself, live in Melbourne, Australia. I went through all of Year 12, love dogs and collecting movies. But who am I? I am a hypnopsych. A new field of medical research has been discovered in which hypnotherapy is combined with psychology to bring out the subconscious thoughts of patients. It took me 7 years of study after high school, but I eventually topped in the field and the offers came rolling in. That’s how it started… “Hey bud, welcome home. You want a beer?” my best buddy Case (Casey) shouted out to me as he heard the lock click on our apartment door. “No thanks mate, it’s 11 o’clock in the morning.” I replied, laughing to myself. That Case, he’d drink at a funeral if he could. “Hey, what’s all this mail?” I called out to him. “Oh yeah, the postie came by personally to deliver all that,” he answered as he walked into the kitchen in an Adidas singlet and Jim Beam boxer shorts, clutching a VB beer. “He said he did his regular round and then had to come back again just to deliver our mail. I think they’re job offers for you, man. I know you said you did good on your scores, but judging by this, you didn’t tell me the full story.” “I just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, that’s all.” I said, blushing slightly. “Look at all these places. I had no idea that there were this many practices in Australia, let alone Melbourne.” As Casey was rummaging through all of them, trying to find the biggest and best practise for me to work at, I spotted an envelope that just seemed to stand out. Maybe it was the formal calligraphy or the stamp of a sunset, but I seemed drawn to it. After opening it, the letter read… “Dear Simon, congratulations on your fantastic score. We here at Startacular have found an increasing need for stars to be calmed, unstressed and to talk. We would like you to work for us as a hypnopsych, in an office we have already set up, supplying you with a secretary, $200 K net, and dental. To accept our offer, please dial the number at the bottom of this letter. Richard D” As if in a daze, I walked over to the telephone and dialled the provided number. A recorded voice came on the line, and it seemed almost muffled. “Simon, thank you for accepting our offer. A driver will be by to pick you up tomorrow, and with him will be the keys to your new silver BMW convertible. You won’t regret this.” “Dude, what are you doing? You have offers from every psych and hypno place in Melbourne and you are gabbin’ away on the phone. What’s with you? Come on.” Casey was saying to me, and about half of it actually sank in. “I just accepted a job with Startacular as a hypnopsych. Give me a hand throwing these other offers into the bin.” I said, almost robotically. “Hello? Earth to dude? You did what? You’re bullshitting me, right? Startacular…the agency that handles every big name in Hollywood and beyond? THE Startacular?” Casey began frantically rambling off questions. For the rest of the day, after having a light lunch and watching Baywatch with Casey, we began running through some more than desirable situations that this could bring about. “Yeah right,” I thought “they’ll just be falling over their feet for me. Oh well, I can always dream, can’t I? Speaking of which…” The Next Morning As I walked outside the front door, a bulky looking black guy, probably about 6’4” and 250 lbs, smiled at me, his white teeth sparkling in the sunshine. “Mr. Shadow? I’m Jack, I’ll be your driver for as long as you see fit.” Then the most amazing shock came to me. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it…there was a limo right behind him! He opened the door and I hopped into the second limo of my life, the first being for my Y12 formal. Half an hour into the drive, after playing with all the gadgets, the limousine came to a stop. I stepped out, and in front of me was a 5 ½ star hotel, the most popular one in Melbourne. “What am I doing here” I asked Jack. With no reply, he merely handed me a key card with my name on it and a barcode, pointing me inside. Completely baffled, I walked in and asked reception what I was supposed to do with my key card. “Oh, you’re Mr. Shadow. It is a pleasure to meet you. Mr. D called earlier to tell us that you would be arriving. Just step into the elevator and you will know what to do from there.” The friendly clerk informed me. Once in the elevator, I noticed that next to the top two floor numbers, 39 and 40, was my name, one specifying my office, and one specifying my place of residence. “They didn’t say anything about a place of residence…hey, whatever tickles their fancy” I said to no one in particular. My first stop was at my office, just to see where I would be working for who-knows-how-long. Stepping off, I was confronted with a large oval room, a tiger-skin rug decorating its floor in front of a huge fireplace. A pretty blonde, wearing casual business attire was speaking quite politely to someone on the other end of her headset phone, behind a mahogany wood desk. After thanking them for their call, and informing the other speaker that she understood, the receptionist hung up and for the second time today, I was confronted with a magnificently white-toothed smile. “Mr. Shadow…It’s a pleasure t…” she began, but I cut her off. “Please, call me Simon. Everyone seems to be calling me Mr. Shadow” She giggled and continued with “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Simon” emphasising my name, “Go right on in, your first client is waiting.” I found this quite weird, but continued on my journey. I came to a door, with a gold plated nameplate on it, with my name written, and my title as a Hypnopsych. Still dazed, I opened the door and entered, and to my shock, there was Party-Of-Five-Wild-Things-Three-To-Tango star, Neve Campbell. I was sure I could feel the luxurious carpet where my jaw had dropped on the sensitive skin where I had just shaved that morning. She was pacing back and forth, holding a smoke up, and tapping her smoking elbow with her other fingers. “You’re finally here” she practically shouted at me, sitting down rapidly, and then getting back up again just as quickly to continue her pacing. I sat down in my black leather reclining chair with a headrest. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror to make sure I looked okay, and I wasn’t sweating like hell from being nervous. I have to admit, I looked quite good considering, with my sandy blonde hair gelled forward, standing at 6’2”, fairly well built, with some hidden-by-clothes love handles. My blue business shirt was well accompanied by a yellow silk tie and my black slacks. “Umm…hello Ms. Campbell, what seems to be the problem?” I inquired, the question seeming the obvious one at the time. “Well, it’s like this…what’s your name again?” “I’m Simon, Simon Shadow.” I replied. “Right, well Simon, it’s like this, I’ve been asked to star in Cruel Intentions III and I don’t know if I can handle it. There is a…lesbian kiss.” She said to me. “Is this a problem? Didn’t you and Denise do the same thing in Wild Things?” I asked as she butted out her cigarette, and seemed to relax slightly, sitting on the chair directly opposite me. “That’s just it, Simon. Before that kiss, I never had lesbian thoughts, but now…I’m just now sure whether I am straight or lesbian. I can’t believe I’m dealing with this now…at my age” she replied as I finally noticed how she was dressed. A leather jacket covered her top, left unzipped, revealing a black silk dress that ended a few inches above the knee. Suddenly, her legs were uncrossed and recrossed to the other side, revealing just enough skin not to reveal her underwear. I was then reminded of the many fantasies that she satisfied, and my cock began to throb in my pants. “Well, did you ever have any experiences like this growing up?” I inquired professionally, secretly hoping that the answer was… “Yeah, of course, but that was just at drunken frat parties. Experimentation was the name of the game” she said to me, a gleam appearing in her eye, “did you ever experiment, Simon?” Before I could respond, a foot began trailing it’s way up my thigh from under the desk. Looking across the table, she licked her lips seductively, massaging my crotch with her foot. By this stage, I was becoming quite hard. I’m still not sure how, but she managed to unbutton and unzip my slacks with her toes, continuing the massage with one less article of clothing separating her foot from my 7 inch cock. Without another word, she walked around my desk, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You know, there is one way you could help me answer my problem”. Dropping to her knees, she removed my slacks and boxers, allowing my erection to spring free, missing her face by a mere inch. “Mmmm…tiger seems to be very eager doesn’t he?” I had no other choice but to sit there and nod dumbly. Giving it a light squeeze, she began to lightly lick my balls, sending shivers up and down my spine. Her hand began a quick pace as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and maintaining eye contact the whole time. I could not have been more turned on if either one of us tried. Here was Neve Campbell, sucking my balls for all she’s worth, not to mention the fantastic hand job she was giving me with her silky soft hands, and I still hadn’t cum yet. It was a miracle. Then it stopped. I didn’t even have time to worry, because she then started to kiss the head of my cock and drag her fingernails tantalizingly over my balls. After about 30 seconds of light kissing, in one swift motion, she managed to deep throat my entire dick. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth, her massaging tongue, the suction she was applying, and the sensation of having my balls tickled was enough to drive me over the edge and before I knew it…”Oh Neve, I’m going to cum. Let me cum in your mouth” And with that, she deep throated me and jacked me off with her tongue, using it like a hand as my hot jizz sprayed out at least 5 times, each time forcing me to pump my hips into Neve’s mouth. Looking up from this, she opened her mouth and showed me the full mouthful, and then closing her mouth, she swallowed the entire lot, opening her mouth afterwards to prove it. Then she noticed a little dribble of it had leaked out onto her chin, so she scooped it up with her finger and licked it off, looking almost childlike in the satisfaction it gave her. Standing up, she pulled me to my feet, and sat back on my desk, unbuttoning my shirt. But before I let her do that, I pushed her leather jacket off of her shoulders, and began kissing her neck as I pushed her dress below her breasts, delighted in the discovery that she was not wearing a bra. I never was any good with those. Flicking her nipples, and kissing her lightly on the lips, slowly separating her mouth with mine, my other hand managed to pull her dress up to her waist. Reaching back down to remove her panties, I found that she must just not like underwear at all. I smiled to myself as she began to suck on my nipples while unbuttoning and removing my shirt. Hopping down onto my knees, I was confronted with a neatly shaven, small patch of pubic hair just above her puffy lips, the light glistening off of them from all of the moisture she was producing. Kissing my way up one thigh, and then the other, my finger began exploring the inner folds and depths of Neve Campbell’s beautiful cunt. Simultaneously, I dipped my finger into the juicy honey pot, and began lightly flicking my tongue over her enlarged and very sensitive clit. Reaching my finger up and stroking her G-spot, my lips acted like a suction cup and brought all of the blood into her clit, allowing the sensitivity to increase tremendously. She grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting her hips at me, moaning over and over, her words intangible. Finally, one of her thrusts was a bit too hard and my tongue and finger slipped away from her sweet pussy. I stood up, and wasting no time, she grabbed my cock, and tried to slip it in. I stopped her, and teased her lips and clit with the head of my cock, pushing just a little bit in, and the withdrawing. When I felt that neither of us could take much more, I rammed it home in one hard thrust, being well lubricated from the head jobs just given. The feeling was indescribable, pounding away at Neve Campbell’s hot, juicy cunt, watching as my cock pushed and pulled its way in and out. Never has a pussy been this, hot, wet, tight, and velvety all at the same time. Lifting her off of the desk with my hands under her gorgeous butt, I lowered her to the ground, where I could get more leverage to fuck her as fast as I could. She began screaming my name, and I could only pray that the walls were soundproof, which I later found out, were. “Harder…faster…oh god…don’t…stop…(gasp)…god that feels…SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!” she screamed as she reached her climax. Her cunt milking me for all I had, I emptied my second load of the day deep inside her, watching the expression on her face as we both came down from that height of sexual pleasure. Going limp inside her, I decided to withdraw and get dressed in case someone came in. Gods knows how it would look if I got caught butt naked, fucking my first patient. As she straightened out her dress, she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for helping her make a decision. I watched her tight arse wiggle its way out my door when I noticed a note on my desk. I must have missed it in all the commotion. “Simon, enjoy the new apartment. Your friend, Casey, is free to stay with you whenever you please. Here is the key. Richard D.” And sticky-taped to the note was a key. I walked into the elevator for the second time that day and went up to my penthouse. Then the doors opened… The Hypno Psych Ch. 02 Hey, I know it's been a while, but I lost the interest to write for a while there. I didn't receive any feedback from the last one, and only got a few votes. Hopefully, after this one, you guys will send a bit of feedback and vote a bit more. Anyway, this story is designed for your 'enjoyment'. So, with that said...enjoy! Then the doors opened...and right there, I thought that heaven had fallen from the sky and landed in my apartment...my penthouse apartment. After gazing over my spacious living room, kitchen and dining room combined into one room, I noticed a spiral staircase, right next to the picture window overlooking the entire city, at the end of the room, painted a magnificent white. Walking upwards, I began to hear what sounded almost like...singing? There was a huge hallway, in which, they had literally rolled out the red carpet. The rooms adjoining the doorway appeared to be a games room with a pool table, Jacuzzi, and lots of little neat things, a movie viewing room with recliners and a huge DVD collection next to the enormous flat-screen plasma TV, and there was two bedrooms at the end of the hallway, one of them obviously the master bedroom. The room was beautifully decorated, almost as if it was designed specifically for me (hmm) and adjoining the bedroom was my ensuite. The pounding of water from a shower was unmistakable now, and a beautiful voice was resonating throughout the bathroom and bedroom as a result of the echo created. I could have sworn that I had heard that voice before...somewhere... "I think I'm jealous of your..." continued the singing... "Oh my god...Alicia Keys? It couldn't be, could it? Well, there's only one way to find out." Walking ever so quietly down the hallway, removing my tie, my heart began to alternate it's beating between my chest and my throat. The curtain was pulled so whoever it was wouldn't have been able to see me coming anyway, but nevertheless, I was nervous. Standing just outside the shower, I said, quite awkwardly, and now that I look back, quite pathetically, "Hello?" With no response, I proceeded to pull back the shower curtain where the very first image I had was that of a fist swinging at my face. I actually heard the thud as my skull connected with the tile floor. After the birds and stars stopped spinning around my head, I saw a dripping wet Alicia Keys wrapped in a towel, holding a bar of soap as if it would suffice as a weapon of self-defence. "Who are you?" she inquired as if I had broken into her house. Had I? "My name's Simon...Simon Shadow." I answered, sitting up and recovering my balance and vision. "Oh my god, Simon, I'm so sorry" Alicia said, extremely apologetically, putting down the soap before she hurt anyone with it (phew). Helping me to my feet, I did notice that her towel was wrapped in such a way that I got a slight view of her light brown nipple showing through as she helped me up. Alas, the view did not last all too long, and we moved downstairs into the living room, her still in a towel. Fortunately, they had pre-stocked my fridge and a pack of frozen peas felt really good against the soon-to-be swelling on my face. She had a seat on the one-seater section of my sofa, while I laid down on the three-seater so that the peas would stay quite easily on my face. She began to explain her situation about why she was here and why she had hit me. "I'm really sorry about hitting you. I didn't realize it was you. Usually, these psych sessions last a couple of hours, and I knew you had just started in there with Neve, which brings me to why I'm up here." "I am halfway through my concerts here in Australia, which is stressful enough, and here is my manager, Jeff Robbins, coming on to me and expecting me to start writing for my next CD all at once. It's just too much for me to handle. The D-Man told me to come see you. Your receptionist told me you were busy but it would be okay if I wanted to have a shower up here. After all, I was quite sweaty after my concert, and I came straight here. It took like, 10 hours in the limo to get here." I figured it was about time I started speaking. "Well, first off, don't worry about the punch. I've taken worse, but you do have a good right hook," she giggled at that "and I'll help you any way you like. I can hypnotize you, or just talk you through what's going on." I offered, thinking I was being pretty smooth under the circumstances. I noticed that from my horizontal point of view, although her legs were crossed, I got a considerable amount of silky, tanned thigh. She must have caught me watching, because she coughed suddenly, and put her legs together, blushing slightly. This surprised me. I was sure that people of her stature were used to people admiring their beauty. But I had to remember to remain professional. "Well, I am kind of uncomfortable with the idea of someone having complete control over me..." she began, but I interjected. "Actually, I wouldn't have total control. Hypnotism is about analysing the subconscious that you don't even know about. Technically, I cannot make you do anything you do not want to do." "Technically?" "Yes, well, sometimes it is possible to work your way around that, but I can promise you that you have nothing to fear from me." "Sorry Simon, you seem like a pretty nice guy" Alicia told me, pausing to lick her lips, "but I'm just not comfortable." "That's perfectly understandable. Believe me, you aren't the only one with this point of view. Now, where would you like to start?" A few hours later. "Wow, Simon, that was fantastic. You wouldn't believe how much better I feel just getting that off of my chest." Alicia told me, while I wondered what else I'd like to get off that chest. She stood up, and I questioned whether that was what I should be doing. After all, there appeared to be a noticeable bulge in my khakis, well hidden by my skilled 'leg-crossing' technique. Many times has this saved me in moments of crisis. "Do you mind turning around while I get changed?" she asked, seemingly disappointed, although I was sure that the talk had helped. As I turned my head to face the other way, I imagined Casey in a tutu to slow the blood flow into Mr. Happy. 'Shudder'. Out of nowhere, she screamed. Instinctively, I jumped up and ran to see what was wrong. In her haste of screaming at whatever she was frightened of, I noticed that she had dropped her towel. I swear, I was either being punished or commended for something, having this vision of beauty bestowed upon me twice in the one day. Asking what was wrong, I lost control of my eyes, as they travelled from her completely bald crotch to her not-a-hint-of-sag breasts, topped off with perky nipples. Throwing her arms around me, she started ranting and raving. "Oh my god, it was right there, crawling along the floor. Kill it, kill it, kill it..." I realized that a bug or something must have crawled along the floor. Looking around, I made sure that it wasn't there anymore. "Look, Alicia, whatever was there isn't there anymore" I said comfortingly, my hands developing a consciousness of their own, travelling down her hips to her arse. A shocked Alicia pulled back slightly, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me, deeply. Continuing to massage her arse with the tips of my fingers, her hands made light work, stripping me of my business shirt. Each button that she undid sent a jolt of electricity through my body, her fingernails barely scratching my bare skin. Placing more pressure onto the cheeks of her arse, I lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around me. I could feel the heat radiating from her exposed pussy through my pants. Setting her down on the kitchen bench, I kissed my way down her chest and stomach. Starting at the neck, I slowly licked and kissed the skin softly, stopping to nibble on her nipple, eliciting a moan from Alicia. From the feel of her stomach, she had to do at least a few hundred sit-ups a week. To prolong the pleasure of exploring every inch of this body, I went all the way down to the toes on her right leg, caressing and kissing my way past her knees and thighs until I was right at her glistening pussy. Blowing lightly on it, I quickly moved my way down to the left toes, and used the same method. "Oh, for gods sake" she cried, shoving me face-first into her snatch, "Just eat me!" Never one to disobey the order of a beautiful woman, my tongue began tracing circles around her clit, never actually coming into contact with it. "God, you are such a tease" she groaned, every male knowing that this means that she was enjoying every second of it. With no warning whatsoever, I shoved two fingers into her wet hole, and pushed my tongue as hard as possible right up against her clit. Moving my hand and tongue as fast as possible simultaneously, her hips started bucking, and she came, literally 'screaming in A Minor'. Coming down from her orgasm, I started kissing her, still frustrated myself. Stopping the kiss, she looked at me, and started unzipping my pants, the belt still in my office after Neve. "I guess this means that I get the favour returned," I offered as a hopeful suggestion. "Sorry, I don't give head, I've never liked giving it" she said, surprising me, considering that she is a part of Hollywood. "But, I will let you put it in any hole you'd like..." looking mischievously at me, "...or both". Gee, can you guess my reaction? Resisting the urge to do cartwheels around the apartment yelling "woo-hoo", she continued to reach into my boxers and stroke my dick to hardness, although not surprisingly, it already was at its peak. Leaning over the table in the kitchen, sticking her arse into the air, she looked back at me seductively over her shoulder. (she'd done this before) "It's your choice, lover boy" As she turned her head back to face the fireplace in the lounge area, I nearly fell over myself hopping out of my khakis and boxers. Positioning myself at her entrance, and regaining some composure, I slowly worked my way in. Admittedly not the tightest I've ever had, but my god, was it hot, and I don't just mean the fact that Alicia Keys was bending over my kitchen table, offering her every orifice to me. It was so wet, that I slid right in there, and it felt like my dick was on fire, in a good way. She turned her head and laid it sideways on the table, with a look of utter contentment on her face. Starting slow, for the first few strokes, I let the whole shaft come out into the cold air, leaving just the head inside, and then moved it ever so slowly back in, up to the hilt. By about the seventh stroke, I started ramming it in as fast and hard as I could. Already having came earlier, and having sat in front of Alicia Keys sitting in a towel for a few hours, I was horny as all hell, and sensitive too. "Oh god, Simon, faster. mmmmm...uh....go as fast as you can....oh yeah, that's it" Alicia started egging me on, and for some strange reason, it worked. Sticking it into the highest gear my body had, my dick became a blur, sliding in an out of her little slice of heaven. "Don't stop, I'm so close, soooo close...." Alicia managed to murmur. Thinking the same about myself, in my haste to get her to cum before I did and was spent for the day, I slipped out. Not worrying about guiding it, I just pushed forward so quickly that it could have seemed like a single stroke to her. Surprisingly, I ended up being buried up to the hilt in her arse. The juices that were coming out of her cunt must have leaked back there, lubricating her puckered rim. Continuing the pace, it was almost like they were the same hole, the feeling still as excruciatingly pleasurable. "Oh yes! Fuck my arse! God, I love it when a big cock like yours is buried into my arse or my pussy and just starts ramming it in as hard as it can go. If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum all over your balls" her encouragement urging me on. With my own impending orgasm starting, and my balls tightening, I thought that I had to do something quick. Reaching my hand around her body, I pinched her right nipple with my right hand, and my left hand began furiously rubbing her eager clit. Bucking her hips against my crotch, I began cumming deep inside her arse. She must have been able to feel this, loving the feeling of my jizz hitting the walls of her arse, as well as the ministrations on her clit, combining to make her cum. Leaning over her, massaging her wonderfully smooth tits, my cock still inside her, we came down from out mutual orgasms. Her eyes closed in pleasure, reflecting on the level-5-on-the-richtorscale sex we had just had, a moan escaped her lips that was so soft and sweet, my softening cock had a little jolt of electricity run through it. Removing my now limp cock from her arse, a few drops of cum leaked out and dribbled their way down her inner thigh. Spooning it up on her index finger, she sexily licked it off, winking at me. "Wow" was all I managed to say. "Sorry about that...well, I mean, I'm not sorry, but you see...I never trust someone until I've seen how they fuck" Alicia explained to me. "And?" I asked, hoping that I'd made the right impression. "Well, let's just say that the whole hypnotism thing shouldn't be a problem next time" "Next time?" my eyes brightening up at that thought. With that, she smiled and went upstairs to get dressed. Looking in the fridge, shaking my head, I noticed that I felt slightly depleted and wanted some food and drink. Grabbing a bottle of Powerade, my favourite drink, and some cheese, chicken and bread, I had a little snack. Sitting down, I looked around my apartment and thought that life had become really good very quickly, and hoped that nothing would screw it up. With that in mind, I remembered that I should call Casey. Just then, Alicia descended the staircase in an all white outfit, a very low 'V' top revealing her chest, with slits down the sleeves which went down to her forearm, and being cut off at midriff. Her legs were covered by the whitest (I have to get the number of her dry cleaner) pair of pants ever, hugging tightly around that freshly fucked, sweet arse, and flaring out from the knees to the ankles, all of which was topped off by a pair of white high heels and white sunglasses atop her head. Remembering to close my jaw, she walked up to me, one foot after the other, got up onto her tippy toes, and whispered into my ear, "anywhere, anytime", and slipped a card into my jeans pocket. Walking away, I realized that it is possible to lose all of your cum numerous times and still get up again (ouch, damn buttons). As soon as the door closed, I grabbed the portable phone off of the hook and called up Casey. He wouldn't be at work, mainly because he doesn't. He's doing some bartending jobs while he tries to get his big music career off the ground. "(burp) hello?" was the first thing I heard when he picked up the phone. "Hey Case, guess what?" I asked, the enthusiasm in my voice obvious to anyone not half drunk, so he didn't pick up on it. "What?" he asked, being the obvious thing to say, because when someone asks you to guess, they don't actually want you to. It's just polite. "I had sex with Neve Campbell and Alicia Keys today" I replied, quite cooly, or at least I thought it was. "No way! You're fuckin' with me!" he seemed to sober up extremely quickly. "No, I'm fuckin' with them" I began, "and guess what else?" (Can anyone guess what his response will be?) "What?" "I have the penthouse apartment at the " " hotel." I said excitedly. "Oh...yeah? Hey, good for you," he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "But I've got really bad news, man" I said, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Yeah, what's that?" I could hear him choking up over the phone. "I have to move out" "Oh, hey, that's c..." he began, but I interjected. "And so do you. We're both gonna live here, man, in a fucken penthouse apartment!!" "Yes, yes, yes! Hoo hoo hoo" I heard him shouting as he ran around his filth-ridden bedroom, probably doing cartwheels. "There will be a key card waiting at the desk in the lobby." I told him once he had picked the phone up again, both of us smiling from ear to ear. Later that night We didn't get to sleep until early in the morning, as I told the tale of the tail I'd had. Both of us slept in my bedroom, with me on the floor, letting Casey have the bed. "Hey Simon" Casey said, as I slipped to sleep. "Yeah man?" I asked groggily. "I owe you" Smiling, I responded with "No, you don't. So long as you're my friend, you don't owe me a thing. I wouldn't be anywhere without you man." "So, does that mean I can drive your car?" That was the last thing that was said the first night we were there in our new home, as we cracked up laughing before we drifted off to a heavenly slumber. Note: Thanks to Casey for always being there to support me. The Hypno Psych Ch. 03 Dear readers, This is Simon Shadow. This is another entry from my journal. I'm not sure when I'll get the chance to post another story. I'm travelling Europe, looking after a few 'clients' for a while. Anyway, for now...enjoy. I spent the next few weeks dealing with some minor celebrities (and a couple of not-so-minor ones), and trying to find out the identity of this mysterious "Mr. D", to no avail. Everyone who didn't know didn't want to, and all those who did know were either very protective, or very scared of my employer. Don't get me wrong, life was good. Life was very good. Still, doesn't everyone have to know what they're not supposed too? Getting tired of chasing leads with nothing but dead ends, I stopped in at a local bar for a few stiff drinks. Ordering a 'Slippery Nipple' from the hot little bartender, who was about 5 ½", with long blonde hair and a tight tank top, I glanced around the bar, just looking for some action. The pickings were slim. In fact, the pickings had anorexia. "Man to Man" by Gary Allan was playing in the background, and I could smell about 7 types of beer all at once. Downing the drink in one go, I searched for the hot bartender again, and she was hugging up to some guy that would make bikies cower in terror, a tattoo of a skull and crossbones covering his shaved head. Knowing when to leave well enough alone, I paid my bill and walked out to my new car. I searched the parking lot, my eyes adjusting to the lack of smoke as they started to unhaze. Finally, I noticed my car on its lonesome in the back of the car park, which was surprisingly empty compared to what it had been like before. For a second, I wondered what had driven me to park as far away as possible in this 'quaint' area of town. Then I remembered I parked in the back intentionally, as these cars tend to attract the wrong kind of attention sometimes. The moonlight shone through the clouds and almost guided me to my car, pointing the way. I stumbled slightly, feeling a bit groggy, but still drive-worthy, and dug for my keys in my jeans' pocket. Holding out my key, focusing on the lock, I was grabbed from behind. Whoever it was had wrapped their left arm around my entire torso, locking my elbows to my side. The other hand covered my mouth, preventing me from speaking, or screaming, the latter being my preference. My heart began racing as I ran through a list of any people with this kind of grudge against me. Who was I kidding? I didn't have time to do that. The list would have taken me an hour to write out. Whispering in my ear, I caught a glimpse of my attacker in my peripheral vision, and noticed that s/he was wearing a ski mask. Not many people wear ski masks in the middle of Spring, or in Melbourne for that matter. "Stop trying to find out who Mr. D is. You will know when he wants you to know. Until then, just do your job and appreciate the life of luxury laid our before you. You want my advice? Know when to quit." With that, the assailant swept my feet out from under me and I went chin first into my used-to-be unscratched BMW. Sigh. Getting my bearings, there was no one around when I looked up. I was now officially scared. I hoped that a drive would bring my senses back to me. I could tell Casey about it when I got home. Grinding out of the parking lot, thoughts began running through my head with a million questions I wanted answered. "Why was I being threatened?" "Was this job worth it? Or was my curiosity more important?" "What did that bartender look like naked?" and "Who the hell is Mr. D!?" The wind rustled through my hair as I ran all the red lights on the way home, feeling the need to rebel against someone, or something. I couldn't rebel against this Mr. D, so someone in authority was the next best thing. Unfortunately, the red and blue flashing lights had a difference in opinion. I couldn't imagine why. I pulled over to the side of the road expecting the usual drill. "License, rego...ok, here's your ticket." But I really wasn't in the mood, so winding down my window, I looked at the officer and hurriedly asked him to just give me my ticket so I could get out of there. But no...we couldn't break procedure could we? I went through 4 breathalyser tests, including getting out of my car, patting my head and rubbing my stomach while standing on one leg. It took half an hour, most of the time involving the license check. Finally, the cop came back, all the while wearing those damn reflective sunnies at night time of all times, and gave me a piece of paper. Smiling, he looked at me and said, "Now you drive safely, ya hear?" Using the little key ring light attached to my keys, I prepared myself for the worst when looking at the ticket. It was just a blank piece of paper, saying: "Leave well enough alone. Do not draw any more attention to yourself, or me. I have people everywhere. This is just a friendly warning. Mr. D." Scrunching up the piece of paper, I threw it into the bin of the car and sped home, disregarding the note. Fortunately, I wasn't stopped by any more minions. Anxious to get home, it had been a long day and I just wanted to be in my new penthouse apartment, and remember why I was doing this. It was a pleasant ride up in the elevator, some old ladies riding half of the way with me, then getting off and whispering to each other, "oh, wasn't he the handsome one?" Kenny G was playing softly through the elevator. I chuckled to myself. Through all of life's practical jokes, I was listening to elevator music...in an elevator. The pathetic irony struck me, and I suppose the fatigue didn't help, and I cracked up laughing. Stopping outside my front door, I wiped the tears of laughter away, thinking, "God, I am so sad." Opening the front door, I didn't even look, and just instinctively threw my keys on the little table just at the front door. "You will never believe what happened to me to..." I began, and never finished. Sitting on the leather couch, quite comfortably, with his arms behind his head, Casey had two gorgeous ladies licking either side of his shaft. The door closed behind me and gave myself and the more clothed one of the girls a fright. One was only in her knickers, but the other had those and a bra as well. Looking up my way, at the sound of a slamming door, I realized that it was none other than Jennifer Anniston bobbing up and down on my best mate's cock. She hopped up and began to walk my way seductively, one tanned leg in front of the other. As she did so, the other 'bobber' took the opportunity to jump on Casey and started deep-throating him, with extreme enthusiasm. "Ah, you must be Simon," Jennifer began, walking towards me as she undid her bra and freed her luscious tits, jiggling them slightly. "Corts and I came over to talk about that bitch, Lisa, but we got a bit...sidetracked," she continued, and giggled. Then it hit me who the other girl was. It was Courtney Cox, Jennifer's co-star on Friends. I had heard rumours that there had been trouble on the set and that Lisa was jealous of Jennifer and Courtney as they were both getting more movie contracts then she was. "So, now that you're here...do you think we could skip the talking and move straight to the fucking" putting her upper teeth to her lower lip, lengthening the 'f' in fuck. Still awestruck, I managed to compose myself and grab her around the hips, forcefully pulling her waist to mine, grabbing a handful of ass flesh at the same time. This caused her jugs to ripple, and her face to contort into an expression of first surprise, but then pleasure. Realising that I would be the one in control, she basically laid back, ready for what was going to happen. I leaned in to kiss her, and she pursed her lips in anticipation, but I ducked aside at the last moment, capturing the nape of her neck. Finding that she enjoyed this, I decided that it was time to explore further south (not that far) and began running laps around her nipples with my tongue. She must have gotten a bit anxious, as she pulled my mouth away from them, which was a damn shame because I could have spent all day satisfied if I stayed there. Looking my in the eye, she got straight to the point with, "So, Mr. Hypno Psych...are you gonna fuck with my head...or are you just gonna fuck me?" Not yet, I thought to myself. If she wants me to be in control, then I am going to be in control. "Actually," I began, "as tempting an offer as that is, I was always taught to save the best until last." As I said this, she put on this innocent schoolgirl face as if she could do no wrong. Of course, this image was short-lived as the palm of her hand began pressing into my crotch, her fingers trying to grasp my cock despite the obvious wall in between. Suddenly remembering that we were not alone in the room, I was interested to see how Casey was doing. Courtney must have developed a sore jaw, as they had stopped the oral action for the time being, and she had straddled his hips, thrusting as if clothes did not separate them. They were tongue wrestling in such a way that threatened to destroy WWE's ratings (what there was of them), and he lifted Courtney up in one smooth motion, turning around and laying her on the couch. Just as he began sliding her smaller-than-the-price-tag panties off with his teeth, I felt Jen tugging at the zipper on my suit pants. As much as I wanted to know just whether or not Courtney was shaved, it was so hard to deny the beautiful, famous woman on the floor in front of me begging for my cock. Stroking her hair, and running my fingers through it, her eyes locked onto mine. After a few seconds, she went immediately back to getting my pants off. With my pants on their way to being around my ankles, I stripped off my shirt and tie. Looking down again, that damn button had come undone on my boxer shorts, and I now hung lewdly from the-hole-without-purpose. Apparently, in the process of getting hard, the erection forced my dick up and out of unbuttoned hole. When I realized that this hole just got her lips to make contact with my dick that much quicker, the hole became not such a mysterious invention after all. Jennifer obviously consumed with her activities of planting light kisses up and down my prick, I knew that this was my chance to look back over at Case. Never one for gender bias, Casey was the one on his knees giving head to Courtney, who had a nicely trimmed airstrip at the top of her pussy. I always said; "If you're gonna have hair down there, at least put it at the top. We men do not appreciate coughing up hairballs, or flossing during sex, oral as it may be." One of his hands was massaging her breasts, while his other was busy flying in and out of her, just below where his tongue was most likely using the trick I taught him. I'd guess by now that he would have done the alphabet about four times. The giveaway was that Courtney's eyes had fallen back into her head, and her hands were putting the death grip onto my new couch. I have no idea what Casey did next, but Courtney grabbed his head and held it as tightly to her pussy as she could as she rode out an orgasm that I hoped I would have the chance to top some time tonight. Glad to have been given such an energetic show from the two, Jen obviously wanted my attention back to her, as I was unexpectedly deep-throated. Brought back to reality, or whatever it was I was experiencing, I closed my eyes and moaned. I'm not sure why, but I had an uncontrollable urge to ask her; "Why is it that every woman in Hollywood deep throats?" Naturally, I'm a male with a one-track mind so I asked. With that, I felt silky lips and a velvet tongue slowly, so very slowly, drag their way back to the head of my cock. As I literally popped out of her mouth, she absent-mindedly continued to jack me off and said, "Oh honey, you really are new. Don't you know the Hollywood motto? It's not head...if you don't deep throat." The word throat trailed off, as I was re-engulfed in her mouth, and ironically, her throat. Wrapping a handful of her around my fist, I didn't push or pull, but just let my hand follow her head as it speedily went back and forth, each time her tongue trailing a different path around my dick. I awoke to feel that my balls were being licked at the same time. Wondering what was going on, I looked down to see that Courtney had joined the party and was now treating me to a double blowjob, something that I had been wanting ever since I walked into the room. It dawned on me that Casey was left out of this little party, but then I noticed that he was happy to watch and jack off for now. Never one to complain about having two women at once, I kept my mouth shut, aside from the occasional moan or groan. Jen pulled back slightly so that she could stroke my shaft while she sucked me off. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene beneath me as Jennifer Anniston licked every inch of my shaft and head and pulled me off, and Courtney Cox was just below, alternating between my balls, always having one in her mouth, and one in her hand. Of course, her other hand was not lying idle, as she reached underneath and was fingering Jennifer. That certainly explained why I was getting that extra humming sensation on my dick. That certainly did it for me, as I told them that I was cumming. Courtney joined Jennifer in the kneeling position, and they began making out around the head of my dick as I shot my load into both of their mouths simultaneously. I continued to spurt into their mouths as their tongues fought with each other for my dick. This was certainly not a trick that the girls from my hometown knew. "Oh my god...oh my god," Casey groaned out as he was obviously about to cum. Leaping up, and leaving Courtney to clean up the mess, Jen ran over to Casey and grabbed his dick from him. As Courtney sucked my cock clean of every last drop, She continued to pull his dick and aimed it at her tits. Casey threw his head and arms back as he came all over Jennifer Anniston's chest. As Courtney got up, Casey looked down at Jennifer rubbing his cum into her skin, and then bringing her fingers up to her mouth, licking them clean. "Fuck yeah, that was so awesome," Casey said, the bewildered, excited look never leaving his face. Jen and Courtney exchanged glances between themselves, proud of their accomplishment. Suddenly, a moan came from the other side of the room, where the curtains to my balcony were closed. Come to think of it, Casey and I never close those curtains. Walking over to the curtains quietly, I motioned for the girls and Casey to stay quiet. Casey stayed behind to protect the girls (and himself). As I tiptoed over, a glimmer of light reflected off a round glass object in the gap between the curtains. Throwing the curtains back, I reeled back and did a double take. Hiding behind my curtains was Lisa Kudrow, the smell of her sex and the glazed look in her eyes clearly showing that she had been masturbating, and a video camera in her hand. Her fight-flight response kicked in, and she began to run, video camera in hand. Jen, Corts and Casey went to make chase, but they were obviously not going to make it. Thinking quickly, I yelled out "Tangelo!" and she dropped. Now what am I doing yelling tangelo you may ask? Lisa had been one of the not-so-minor celebrities that I had hypnotized in the last few weeks, and I always leave a trigger word in my patients. She had been trying to quit smoking. Anyway, let's get back to the issue at hand, after I yelled the word, Lisa suddenly collapsed in mid-bound, and fell to the floor in a heap. Once I explained to the others why she had fallen at the word, they looked down at her in disgust for her despicable spying. "Great, what are we going to do now?" Courtney asked as Jen started pacing back and forth, realizing what she had been caught doing. "Don't worry," I said, "just help me get her to the couch for now." Already devising a plan, I had them sit her up straight. The interrogation was about to begin. I instructed the others to stay quiet while I did my stuff. Standing in front of Lisa, I looked down at her and asked, "Lisa, can you hear me?" She nodded softly. "Good, now, what were you doing here?" "I followed the girls here, and I knew where you lived, so I beat them here and broke in. Knowing them, I figured they would probably fuck you. I wanted to film them doing it to destroy them." She replied. Before, she could continue, Jennifer jumped up and screamed at her, "You bitch, you were going to show that video to David and Brad weren't you?" Not happy with her outburst, I told Jennifer to sit down, and then told Lisa to answer Jennifer's question. "No, I was going to show it to the media and destroy you both publicly and privately." "Why would you do that to Jennifer and Courtney?" "I'm in love with both of them," she answered, the looks on everyone's face becoming one of complete shock. "But they will never love me the way that I love them. If I can't have them, then no one can." A smile crossed my lips, as this fit into what I was planning perfectly. I asked for the girl's cooperation, and they agreed to do what it took to get back at Lisa. I couldn't help but notice that Courtney kept trying to steal glances up Lisa's skirt, and Jennifer looked everywhere in the room except at Lisa. It was subtle, but as an avid observer of human behaviour, they were both actually quite obvious. They both lusted for Lisa as well. This certainly opened up many interesting scenarios. Casey, in the mean time, sat by and kept staring at Jen and Courtney, both of whom were still naked. I can't exactly blame him. They did look absolutely stunning. Lisa, on the other hand, was dressed in a woman's business suit, in a navy blue pin stripe. This was topped off with a white blouse underneath the blazer, and stockings under the skirt. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Quite simple, quite plain, still fuckable. I then gave Lisa her instructions. "Lisa, I am going to count to three, and when I say three, you will awaken. However, you will find yourself totally paralysed, and your eyes will be the only part of your body that you will have control over. One, you are starting to come out of it...two, feeling more awake now...and three." With that, her eyes opened and wandered the room panicking as she realized that she had no control over her body, as she was stiff as a board. The other two girls looked on in wonderment, and then curiosity when then turned to me, as if to say, 'what is going on'. Sitting on the couch next to Lisa, as she stared at me out the side of her eyes, I was still naked, and quite hard still. "Come here, Courtney," I said very simply. A glimmer crossed her eyes, and she licked her lips as she walked to me, her gaze never leaving my rod. Courtney knew exactly what I was thinking, and she straddled my hips and began kissing me while my hands wandered her legs and arse. Her skin was so smooth, she could have melted off of me and onto the floor. Not exactly wanting her to leave any time soon, I grabbed her arse quite forcefully, and pulled it to me, my dick sliding across her waiting lips...and not the ones she had used earlier. Reaching down between us, she grasped my cock and slid it along her clit, teasing herself, and then just slid right in to the hilt. "Oh God...that...is...so....mmmmm," she obviously had lost coherent thought by now. The pussy that was so slowly gyrating on my hips combined with the fact that everyone was now watching us combined to make for a real turn on. Lisa's eyes never left us, at least until she saw Jennifer turn her head towards Casey. They were on the couch opposite at this stage, with Casey across from Lisa, and Jennifer across from us.