Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Nine [3/4] m/f, f/f, oral, anal Starring Julia Roberts, Cindy Crawford & Isabella Rosselinni Jury selection had been an arduous endeavor for Donovan, Judge Calthers had insisted that it be rushed through, he was still determined for a quick Trial. The trouble was that despite the name suppression and media exclusion from the Courtroom, an amazing amount of t.v time had been given to opinion and conjecture on the case, especially predictions as to who the Celebrity Hypnotist just might be. One memorable call-in had proclaimed the Celebrity Hypnotist was actually the reincarnated spirit of Gary Cole, the late Celebrity Rapist. Finally a jury had been selected that neither he nor McKenzie was happy with, that is, if McKenzie had bothered to show up. All of the previous week, McKenzie had been engaged at luncheons or playing Golf at his Country Club with his Associates and Partners, leaving the supposedly vital task of Jury Selection to his 1st Chair, a young lawyer named Anthony Gorman... to be precise the son of Burt Gorman, a partner in McKenzie's Law Firm. When McKenzie did walk into the Courtroom it was amidst desperate cries and questions from reporters and flashing photographers. The Media had successfully argued their constitutional right to at least be in the Courthouse, if not actually in the Courtroom. Many of the camera were aimed inside the Courtroom, many of them hoping to get a picture of The Celebrity Hypnotist. Tough luck, he would not make an appearance at the Courthouse until called as a witness, 'for his own protection' was how Gorman had put it his first day on the case, something Calthers had agreed with. "All rise," said the Bailiff,"The Honorable Judge Scott Calthers presiding. They all stood up, the Jury, Donovan, McKenzie and Gorman. There were no members of public allowed inside, only The Judge, The Jury, The Lawyers, the Bailiff and the Stenographer. "Be seated," said Judge Calthers. They sat. "Ladies & Gentlemen of The Jury," said Calthers, turning to peer at The Jury like they were an interesting new form of insect,"This is, to put it bluntly, a very high profile Trial. A lot of you will be tempted to make decisions before you hear all the facts, to bring in preconceptions from media conjecture, despite instructions from The Court not to take note of any information about this Trial before the case. Some of you will be offered money for facts on the case, some of you will be tempted to offer information for money." He sat back and yawned, and for a second Donovan had a sick feeling he was going to leave it at that, then he leaned back forward and glared at The Jury as a parent might a wayward parent. "Don't," he said simply. He turned to face Donovan,"Is the Prosecution ready to open it's case, Mr. Prescott?" Donovan was a little taken aback, but he quickly recovered and nodded. "Then let's begin," muttered Calthers. Donovan stood up and prepared to make his Opening. - Tom stood in The Head's Office, watching as Julia Vasquez stood in the lobby of the Courthouse, proudly informing her listeners that she and Channel 3 had been there at the beginning of The Trial, they would be there till the end. "Shit," he muttered,"This thing has turned into a circus," he muttered. "People are sick of The Clinton Trial," replied Kevin from behind his desk,"Especially since they think they know he can't be found guilty." "Can't we do something about this?" asked Tom, pointing at the t.v. "We have, our own media connections have gotten most of the major networks to denounce The Trial as sensationalism." "Yeah, but it's the people we've got to worry about," muttered Tom angrily,"And this is the kind of thing that appeals to them, the lowest common denominator and all that shit." He smiled sardonically. "Actually, it was in this very office that our beloved CH said something to me and Alec that seems apt now." "Alec and I," said Kevin. "Whatever," replied Tom,"I remember he was going on about them the great unwashed, the faceless masses living in the same boring, endless cycle. And the irony was that we had to cater to their image of us, because whether we liked it or not, that faceless mass is what goes to our movie theaters and pays money to watch our movies. We have to watch our self-image, not let any flaw be shown in case it affects our 'market appeal', and the pressure gets to us, it really gets to us." He sighed,"And that's when your predecessor said,'That's where the Organization comes in, the life of the rich and famous can be like a pressure cooker, we help you let off steam!'." "My predecessor was right," replied Kevin. "Yeah, but this time the public noticed the steam and the whole fucking stew could be ruined because of it!" "Just relax," Kevin said,"I know that in a time of crisis like this, you and a lot of the other Members wish Phil was still around, because he had experience in stuff like this. He handled the Gary Cole affair beautifully, you think, what can this guy Spacey do?" Tom eyed Kevin carefully, realizing for the first time just how perceptive this new Head was. "Well relax," said Kevin,"Because in ten years you'll all be looking back at this time and wondering,'how could we have ever doubted good old Kev?'." Tom stared at him a moment longer, then broke into a wide and happy grin. He lightly hit Kevin's shoulder. "I'm sorry man, but you know how nerve wracking this can be, have you seen Alec?" "I know," said Kevin with a grin,"The guy's a nervous wreck, he's gotta learn to chill!" As he and Tom shared a laugh, he thought to himself. - Touch me again, pretty boy, I'll have you fucking killed. - "At least nothing else can go wrong!" - At that moment, Nicole Kidman was taking a nap on the couch, having been having trouble sleeping lately. Which was probably due to the bad dreams she'd been having recently. - Transcript from Vs Prosecution Lawyer, Donovan Prescott's, Opening Statement : Ladies & Gentlemen of the Jury, as Judge Calthers has already stated, this is an extremely high profile case. I know that, despite instructions to the contrary, you can't have helped but to have heard some of the conjecture and predictions as to the guilt or innocence of the defendant. I want you to forget all of that, take none of it into account and base your decision solely on the evidence you hear in this courtroom. The defendant, , is guilty of the crimes he has been accused of, it's up to me to prove that. So why then, you might ask yourself, shouldn't you take what you've seen in the media into account? They seem to be calling the guy guilty, don't I want you to send the guy to jail? The reason is, if you don't find the defendant guilty, which he is, based solely on the case I present, the Defense Team can have the judge proclaim a mistrial and he gets off scott free, and I don't want that to happen. Now, Mr. is a celebrity, you know him well, you've seen him on t.v, come to know his character, come to feel like you know him... and most of you like him, he's a nice guy, he's the guy who helps you relax at the end of a long, hard day. Because of this, you may have already come to your own conclusions, or you may be in the mindset that evidence I present to you, you'll just discount because would never do that kind of thing, would he? Well the answer is yes, he would. I will present to you evidence that proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that committed the crimes with which he has been accused. I will prove that he came into the house of my client uninvited, that he used his talents for hypnosis to force my client into having sex with him, that he raped her in a way that may have been even worse than what the late Mr. Gary Cole, the 'Celebrity Rapist', did to his victims. It's worse because he didn't just violate their homes or their bodies, but their minds as well. He went deep into their consciousness and played with their memories, their fantasies and their very way of thinking to make them do what he wanted. That is the worst kind of rape, a total violation of mind, body and spirit. is an animal, someone who thinks that just because he's got money, just because he's rich and famous, he can do whatever he wants to whoever wants with no moral or legal repercussions simply because of who he is. I will present evidence of this, and also of a link with the man I mentioned earlier, the late Gary Cole, I will provide evidence that these two social degenerates were members of some kind of massively corrupt Organization that stretches it's filthy grip out all over Hollywood and beyond. I will present to this Court a document written by the late Gary Cole that acknowledges and verifies the existence of this Organization. I will bring forth witnesses that can prove beyond any shadow of a doubt that could not have gotten the access that he did without the assistance of this Organization, and, with your assistance, perhaps we can bring down this Organization once and for all. Ladies and Gentlemen of The Jury, together we can prevent what happened to my client happening to anyone else, ever again. Defense Lawyer, Alex McKenzie's, Opening Statement : I agree with Mr. Prescott. Jury began to talk amongst themselves, Judge Calthers called for order in the Court. Whispered conversation between McKenzie and Gorman. Judge Calthers : Proceed, Mr. McKenzie. Prosecution Lawyer, Alex McKenzie : I'm sorry if I shocked you just then, I hope you didn't get the wrong idea. No, I don't agree with Mr. Prescott's statement that my client is guilty, what I do agree with is his statement that could not have gotten the access that he did without the assistance of this Organization. I agree, it's true. Because there is no Organization, and my client did not commit the crimes with which he has been accused. Mr. Prescott has made claims that he will present evidence to you, bring forth witnesses that will give irrefutable proof of my clients guilt. But Mr. Prescott is stretching and bending the truth, because the evidence he will present is circumstantial, the witnesses he will bring forth are unreliable and any experts that he may present are, and I can assure you of this, regarded by others in their field as at best controversial, at worst unreliable and incompetent. And that's not my opinion, that's the truth, a truth which I will prove when the time comes. This so called Organization, this grand, global conspiracy of which Mr. McKenzie speaks sounds to me like either something out of an Oliver Stone movie or perhaps the fevered imagination of a madman... actually, that's what it is. Remember Gary Cole? Well he was a nut, that's for sure, and this journal of his that Mr. Prescott will produce sounds to me like either the ramblings of a freakish lunatic or the sad attempts of a man seeking to justify what he did or shift to blame to some shadowy, faceless Organization like something out of The X-Files. And wouldn't it be nice if we could shift the blame, that is if there was any blame to be put on anyone in the first place. But, ladies and gentlemen, no crime has been committed. Oh no now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying rape isn't a crime, but no rape has occurred here. And I'm not saying that because the woman whose paying for Mr. Prescott's case was in a hypnotic trance, in which we all know it's impossible to make someone do what they don't want to do, it was all right to have sex with her. No, what I'm saying is that the woman who is paying Mr. Prescott to bring this case before us can't even actively recall anyone coming into her house and having sex with her, neither can her Security Guards working there at the time or the staff inside the house or the gardening crew there on the day that it supposedly happen. And I'll prove that to you good people if Mr. Prescott should call her up onto the stand. Together, Ladies & Gentlemen of The Jury, as Mr. Prescott so eloquently put it, Mr. is a celebrity, you know him well, you've seen him on t.v, come to know his character, come to feel like you know him... and most of you like him, he's a nice guy, he's the guy who helps you relax at the end of a long, hard day. Because of this, you may have already come to your own conclusions, or you may be in the mindset that evidence he presents to you, you'll just discount because would never do that kind of thing, would he? And the answer is no, he wouldn't. Don't discount the evidence presented to you by either Mr. Prescott or myself, no matter what your personal feelings. Just look at all the evidence presented to you and make the right decision, the only possible decision, that my client is innocent of these charges. Ladies & Gentlemen of the Jury, together we can keep an innocent man, a good man, from being convicted for a crime we're not even sure was committed. Innocent, Ladies & Gentlemen, I'll say it again, and you can repeat it at the end of this trial when the Judge asks you how you find for in the case of Vs. . Innocent. ----------- That Night. ----------- "... from what we have been able to gather from the Court's press releases and our own sources," Peter Jennings was saying,"The Defense Attorney, Alex McKenzie, had a spectacular Opening Statement in Court today, completely discounting and discrediting all arguments made by Prosecuting Attorney Donovan Prescott." I grunted. "Judge Calther's continues to exert a very tight, very strong grip on proceedings and has issued a statement to all media reinforcing his decision to limit media coverage of the case, claiming he does not want 'another sideshow like the O.J case' or 'That damned Impeachment Trial'. We'll get back to the 'Celebrity Hypnotist' Trial later in the show with our legal expert, Maxwell Nathans. But for now, let's go to Washington and speak some more about 'that damned Impeachment Trial.'" I switched the t.v off. My eyes glanced over at the box on the couch next to me, saw the film canister on top and couldn't help but grin. 'No more no buts,' read the label. "Now that was memorable," I said, sipping my scotch,"That was the big one." I had a brief remembrance of one of my discussions with Bart, I think after recounting my encounter with Heather Locklear. He'd said to me that I should have done her ass, that that would have been 'fucking awesome'. I'd responded by saying that back then I didn't even think about that kind of thing, it was pussy and mouth, mouth and pussy. I'd never considered doing a woman up the ass until that memorable occasion when I'd worked on assignment with a man who'd become Head Of The Organization later on, Kevin Spacey. That had been when we'd been given Isabella Rosselinni. ---------------- Seven Years Ago. ---------------- I threw the tape down on The Head's desk. "Nice," I said. "That's all you can say?" he returned with a grin. Recently he'd begun to warm towards me, he'd started to regard me as an equal in his own mind, although I knew my own superiority, even if I did respect his own intelligence. The tape was a copy of the movie Death Becomes Her, starring Goldie Hawn, Meryl Streep, Bruce Willis and most especially, Isabella Rossellini. The movie was unimportant, what was important was that it had in a co-starring roll Isabella Rossellini and she spends most if not all of the movie naked, yet somehow in a classy way. The video had been couriered to me by The Head, telling me to watch it and then come to his Office the next day. And here I was. "So what's going on?" I asked him,"An Assignment? You want me to get Isabella, Goldie and Meryl? I'm not sure if I really want the last two that much." "Not Goldie or Meryl," replied The Head,"They're both members, in fact one of them has expressed an interest in the subject of this Assignment." I nodded, it was no surprise that women were members of The Organization, they could be just as horny as any man. "Anyway, this is a special Assignment, a request from one of our more powerful Clients, we're waiting for your co-star now." "I don't like co-stars," I replied. "We want you on this Assignment," replied The Head,"You'll just have to grin and bear it." At this point in my career, I wasn't able to have my every demand met, something that would change after a few more 'jobs' for The Organization. "Sir," said the voice of his Receptionist over the intercom,"Your other appointment has arrived." "Send him in," said The Head. The doors to the Office opened and Kevin Spacey entered, a smile on his face when he saw me." "So," he said,"Nice to finally meet this Celebrity Hypnotist I've heard so much about." He mentioned my name, it was different to the person The Head was hypnotized to recognize me as, but he didn't pick up on that, since I'd also hypnotized him to hear the other name whenever my real identity was mentioned in connection to me. Later on I'd hypnotize Kevin to see me as another celebrity, part of my 'Insurance Policy'. "Pleased to meet you," I said,"You were the Mafia Don in that show, Wiseguy, weren't you?" "Yeah," he said,"I've done a few Plays as well, The Organization is setting up a couple of movie roles for me, after that the rest is up to me." "Here's the deal," said The Head,"The Client has a thing for Isabella Rossellini..." "Can't blame him," Kevin and I said at the same time, we both grinned, I was already beginning to like him. The Head also smiled,"He's also a thirties buff, and that's the angle he wants to play, he wants you to play the part of workmen on some rich prick's estate back in the thirties, he's away on business, while he's away, Isabella will play." "Got it," I said, I turned to Kevin,"I hope you don't mind if I take the lead in this one, I'll set everything up with Isabella, hypnotize her and all that, you organize the estate, the costumes and films through our Operatives." "Fine with me," replied Kevin,"Let's set up some dates now so that I know when and where to have everything set up now." We began to set our plans, after watching for awhile The Head just smiled, stood up and left his own Office. ---------------- Two Weeks Later. ---------------- Isabella opened the door and walked out into her backyard, looking around with a smile on her face as the sun beamed down on her. The grass lawn was green and bright, the large, three story house seemed to glow beneath the brilliant blue sky, not a cloud to be seen. She was wearing a pretty white dress drawn tight around the waist by a yellow sash, she had sandals on her feet to allow her feet to breath and her dark hair had the lank, limp look of someone who has spent a long time brushing their hair so that it didn't look like they had brushed it. She stared over at the barn down past the lawn, the door was slightly ajar and she could hear the loud voices of the two men working inside, their conversation peppered with obscenities. "So uncouth," she whispered, but she was a slight smile on her beautiful face. She looked down and noticed a small metal bucket, she turned about and looked back inside, as if she feared people would be staring at her with shocked looks on their faces. Then she bent her knees and lowered herself down to pick up the bucket, then made her way towards the barn listening to the two workmen. Inside the barn, Kevin and I were dressed only in overalls, our real clothes hidden in plastic bags deep in the hay on the second floor of the barn. We were shoveling hay from one side of the barn to the other, there was no reason for this, it was just pointless busy work until Isabella arrived. "So," I was saying,"We're lying on the lawn, naked as the day we were born and her father's got his head out the door, sweeping the candle from side to the other and she starts whispering under her breath to 'be a gopher, be a gopher, be a gopher'," I laughed,"Man, it was all I could do not to bust a gut!" Kevin chuckled as he shoved the pitchfork into the hay and lifted it out, throwing the hay across to the other pile, then he said,"That's nothing, one time me and this hot girl were...." Isabella entered the barn, the bucket in her hand. "Shh!" I hissed, slapping Kevin's shoulder, he turned and gave a start when he saw her. "Ma'am," he said, reaching up almost unconsciously for a hat, when he realized he wasn't wearing one he dropped his hand to his side where it twitched about, looking for something to do. I hid a smile, this guy was a fucking good actor. "Gentlemen," she said, seemingly relishing the embarrassed looks on our faces,"Don't mind me." She placed the bucket to the floor beside her, then walked past us towards the ladder leading up to the loft. She began making her way up the ladder, we stood watching her, something we couldn't be blamed for, the dress came down to just above her knees and as she began to move up the ladder, more and more of her legs came into view. And then it happened. She'd climbed so high that we could see all the way up her dress, and she wasn't wearing any panties! Kevin and I turned to each other and sure lecherous grins mirrored in each other's faces. "Shit," mouthed Kevin to me. "Fuck," I mouthed back. Our eyes returned to the view, she was leaning over the lip of the loft but not going any further, exposing more of her ass to us. Her magnificent, pale white skin, her sexy legs curving up into a delightfully firm pair of asscheeks. The denim of my overalls was beginning to stretch about my crotch. "Are you all right up there, ma'am?" called up Kevin. "I think I'm stuck!" called back Isabella, her unique voice with the exotic accent was even more of a turn-on,"My dress has got caught on a nail, can you help me?" We both rushed towards the ladder in our eagerness to help, the two of us jostled at the base of the ladder, trying to get up and help our damsel in distress. Finally I pushed him away and got onto ladder, I began to move up, not taking my eyes of that glorious ass one step of the way. Her legs were slightly spread, giving me a good look up at her cuntlips, which I was pleasantly surprised to see were completely shaven, both on the lips and above, she was totally bald. "Hold on, ma'am," I said,"I'm gonna have to climb up onto your side and pull the dress up off the nail." "Be careful," she returned. I moved up, keeping my head to the side so that I got to look up at her butt for as long as possible. Finally I tore my gaze away and moved up the side of the ladder, I spotted the nail that was gripping onto her dress. She'd been hypnotized by me to catch the dress on the nail, it was all part of the plot, but right now the script was the furtherest thing from my mind. "Hold still, ma'am," I said,"I'll pull the dress away." I reach out and grabbed it, went to tug it away and hid a smile of satisfaction when I heard a tearing noise. The costume had been supplied by our Operatives, Kevin had ordered an easy tear costume, and he'd ordered it without instruction from me. I must say I admired his professionalism. "Stop!" called out Isabella,"My dress is tearing!"