Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. A nice little ditty inspired by my friend Mesmer Eyes. Enjoy.
There was a lot about Hollywood the British just didn't understand. Like how looks could be emphasized over talent, how most productions thought a touch of class to be a perfectly alien concept and how the British were often asked to be Americans. That made little sense to many, who didn't understand why producers would go all the way across the ocean to hire someone when there were plenty of Americans around who could do it.
Kate Beckinsale had gotten that experience first-hand. After several years acting in her native England, she'd gotten her first major Hollywood break with what was to be the major film of the year, "Pearl Harbor." Yes, playing an American was a bit odd but she felt it was worth the effort, given the film's high profile and sure-fire success.
Which brought up another oddity about Hollywood most British people didn't understand. In the U.K., a near-$200 million take would be something worth killing for. In the case of "Pearl Harbor," however, it was considered a severe disappointment, given its high cost and major hype and publicity. And Kate's would be follow-up, "Serendipity," was barely a blip at the box office.
Still, Kate was feeling good about her career so far. Sure, "Pearl" may not have set a new box office record but its take was nothing to sneeze at and there was still the income to arrive with the DVD release. So, Kate had gotten herself more than enough cash to take a nice vacation and figured Hawii would be just the spot.
Yes, she had been there before, for the shooting for "Pearl," but wanted to enjoy it again, this time without the need to cut her hours short to rest up before shooting. She decided to forgo the major cities and instead settled on a nice beachside place near a small village, where she wasn't likely to be recognized as well.
Which was another thing to get used to for Kate. While in England, she was rather well- known, she tended to blend in much more in the States, her face, while undoubtedly beautiful, not exactly standing out as much. In this case, that was a rather good thing as she could see the sights and even partake in a nice local celebration.
Kate was rather surprised that the village near her beachside place was having a festival themed after the 1940's. There were vintage cars, music of the time and the locals dressed in period clothing, encouraging visitors to do the same. While visiting the local dress shop, Kate had decided to take part in it all by buying a couple of nice dresses, rather like the ones she'd enjoyed wearing for the movie.
Kate was getting such a kick out of them that she was wearing one now, a nice white one, with black creases along the hem, buttons and collar era. It had taken some getting used to getting it all on but Kate rather liked it and at least she wasn't alone, just about everyone in the village was dressed that way.
She caught a glimpse of herself in a storefront window she passed while walking down the main street. Long dark hair well done and framing her face, her lips ruby red with lipstick, a very nice effect considering that she didn't have a team of makeup and costume people helping her out this time.
Kate smiled at some passerbys, clutching her purse as her heels clicked on the pavement. She glanced at her watch, the one modern-day convenience on her, checking her time. As far as she could see, she still had plenty of time to go before her dinner later that afternoon. Plenty of time to check out one of the shops she'd heard about.
It was set just off the main street, a small antiques store, but the window display was rather interesting, a nice mix of old-style magazines and photos which fit in perfectly with the town's mood right now and with Kate's as well. She stepped inside, the bell ringing as she came in.
The owner was behind the counter, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a decent build who smiled at her. He wore a simple shirt and dark pants with coveralls, nodding at Kate. "Hello there," he said. "I'm Thomas if you need any help, just ask."
"Thanks," Kate said, her clipped British accent coming to the fore as she looked about. It got Thomas' attention and he looked at her carefully, recognition coming over him. "Excuse me," he said carefully. "Are you Kate Beckinsale?"
"Yes, I am," Kate said, somewhat surprised to be recognized. "I didn't think you'd know me."
"Well, we do have a movie theater here," Thomas smiled. "And you can imagine how that movie was important to us here."
"Nice to see someone liked it,"Kate smiled. "I didn't expect to be back in the '40's mood so fast and on vacation too."
"Yeah, it's a nice local tradition we like," Thomas nodded. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
"Not especially," Kate shrugged. "I was just browsing the town, killing time before dinner."
"Oh, with a friend?" Thomas asked.
"No, just myself," Kate shrugged. "Just hoped I could pick something out."
"Well, let me see," Thomas said, looking about the counter. "I know I've had some of my favorite items out here. Hmm, this one I rather like."
He placed a small item on the counter, letting Kate look down on it. It was a crystal, exquisitely detailed, shaped and sculpted like a rose, petals and all. "Wow," Kate said, amazed that a simple antique store could hold something that would have fit right in at any of London's finest shops. "That's beautiful."
"Thank you," Thomas nodded. "Got it from a friend of mine, he was always good at this stuff. Moved to L.A. a few years back to set up shop there but left me with plenty of stuff to work with."
"The detail is beautiful," Kate said, looking closely at the rose as Thomas let a slight smile come onto his face.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" he asked. "It's very nice to look at, Kate, very nice indeed. I like the way the light shines off the very center of the main petal, sort of gives it a nice little glow, I think. You just find yourself looking right at the center of that petal, right at the center as it seems to go, it's nice to watch it, Kate, it's very nice to watch the center there, it's very nice to watch that glowing center, it's nice to watch that glowing center, Kate, it's very nice to watch that glowing center, so nice to watch it.
"You just keep watching the center, Kate, you just keep watching the center there, the glowing center, the nice, glowing center, it's so nice to watch, Kate, so nice to watch, so relaxing to watch, so relaxing, Kate, just let your mind relax as you watch it, Kate, just let your mind relax, Kate, just let it relax is all, Kate, just let it relax. Just let your mind relax, Kate, just relax your mind, watch the rose's center and relax, Kate, just relax, just relax......"
Kate's face was relaxed, her eyes still staring at the center of the crystal rose, the light from it reflecting a bit on her features. When Thomas' friend had first boasted of how the crystal he worked with often had a hypnotic effect on people, he hadn't believed it. But when a customer had found herself entranced by one of them, he'd realized just how much they could help him.
Incredibly, he'd at first used it just to get his customers to buy certain expensive items. It wasn't until a shapely coed fell under the spell that he realized what an opportunity had fallen into his lap. After reading up on some hypnosis books, he'd finally found a way to use those talents right. And Kate was going to be one of the biggest names he'd ever tried it out on.
As he looked over Kate in her lovely dress, an idea came to Thomas, an idea that could save him a lot of time in preparation. "Listen to me, Kate," he said. "Listen carefully. You're feeling very relaxed now, Kate, very relaxed."
"Relaxed....." Kate whispered, eyes still glued to the rose.
"Yes, Kate, very relaxed. And as you stare at the rose and relax, Kate, you feel your mind seeming to go back, Kate, your mind gong back in time a bit, Kate, mind going back, just like the period you're dressed for, Kate, just like the 1940's, Kate, just like the 1940's."
"'40's....." Kate muttered.
"That's right, Kate," Thomas smiled. "The Forties. When there was no sexual diseases, no birth control, no hold-ups to having sex with someone you wanted to be with. And you want to be with me, don't you, Kate? You want to be with me so badly, Kate, so badly." "Badly," Kate sighed, a slight look of sudden excitement coming onto her face.
"Yeah, very badly, Kate, very badly," Thomas intoned. "So very badly, Kate. You just want it so very badly, Kate, so very badly, so very, very badly, Kate, so very badly."
"Yes...." Kate whispered. "Badly....."
Thomas nodded and leaned in. "When I snap my fingers, Kate, you'll be a woman of the 1940's. Very aroused and very ready to please, with no hangups whatsoever." Thomas snapped his fingers and waited for the rest to take its course.
Kate's eyes blinked open, glancing about a bit before focusing on Thomas, a slow smile coming over her face. "Well," she said in a sultry tone perfect for a femme fatale of the period she believed herself to be in. "I didn't see anything here that got my fancy." She looked at Thomas and smiled. "Don't suppose you can show me something that will?"
"Maybe in the back," Thomas said with a grin, stepping back to lead Kate to the back era, pausing long enough to put up the "closed" sign in the window. He led Kate to the back, revealing a staircase leading up. "I live upstairs," Thomas explained. "Saves on traveling." "Really?" Kate smiled. "Maybe you can show it to me?"
With that easy invitation, Thomas led Kate upstairs, Kate feeling arousal building within her as Thomas opened the door and let her in. Kate's eyes swept the room, her entranced mind not allowing her to see the modern-day conviences like the TV, DVD player, computer and more that dotted the room.
Kate towards Thomas, her hands going up to her dress and starting to unbutton it. "I think we both know I came in here for more than antiques," Kate smiled. She undid the dress, pushing it off in a move that took a bit more time than a simpler dress would have. She wore a dark bra and panties with garters and hose to boot. She undid the bra, revealing her pert but firm breasts, the nipples already erect as she bent down to undo the rest. "No."
She looked up to see Thomas almost naked himself as he looked at her. "Take off the panties but leave the hose and garters on. I rather like that."
Smiling at the idea, Kate slid her panties off, showing off her black garters and thin layer of hose covering her slim legs framing her dark bush. "So, you like what you see?" Kate smiled, moving up to Thomas.
"Indeed," Thomas got out as she pressed her lips against his, kissing him hard as he reached around and held her in, the two stumbling towards the bed, falling onto it as they kissed. The trance was making Kate far more aggressive than Thomas had expected, her nails raking over his back as they rolled about, Thomas pushing Kate down on the cushions. Parting her legs allowed Thomas to push his hard cock into Kate's waiting passage.
Kate moaned as she felt Thomas begin to work at her, his cock sliding in and out of her snatch, his mouth kissing each pert nipple as he went at her. Kate's legs worked around his waist, holding him in tight as he went at her, his cock pulsing in and out of her harder with every thrust, Kate's mouth open with moans as he went at her hard. Her nails continued to rake over him, scratches in their wake as Thomas took her.
They moved themselves up as they went, into a sitting position, still working at each other hard, Kate having no hang-ups whatsoever and giving her all as she pushed herself against Thomas, loving the feeling of him in her. Thomas was liking it a lot too, and this time didn't have to worry about making sure he was stocked up on condoms or pills beforehand, just the act itself. As Thomas felt his cock work in her hard, he could tell Kate was getting ready to come and was getting set to burst himself. Tensing to hold as long as he could, he finally released, blasting his seed into her body, rocking her with orgasm, forcing Kate to let out a loud scream of pure pleasure.
As Thomas slid his rod out and lay the moaning Kate down on the bed, his mind flashed to another idea of how to have fun with his latest customer.......
Kate sighed as she entered the hotel room. It had been a wonderful dinner, with a great view of the sunset and a nice meal to boot. All she needed now was to take a quick shower and go to bed.
She paused at the envelope waiting outside her door, lowering herself, her nice red dress showing off a slit in the leg as she picked the envelope up, opened it and took a look at the contents inside.
Thomas checked the clock for the tenth time in the last five minutes, trying not to pace too much as he waited. His wait came to an end as the door of the shop opened, Kate stepping inside, looking about. "Um, hello?"
"Yes?" Thomas smiled as he looked at her, Kate showing no recognition whatsoever at his features.
"I'm sorry," Kate said, a bit nervous. "I don't really know why I came, I found this outside my room." She held up a single rose, which went well with her dress. "And I suddenly got this urge to come here, even though I didn't know where this place was even."
"Maybe it was to see this," Thomas said, holding up a rose of his own, the crystal one. Kate looked at it, closed her eyes, then opened them. With a smile, she slid the straps of her dress off, letting it fall to her feet, her braless breasts showing along with the red panties. "Sorry about the late night visit," she cooed as she moved to him, falling to her knees. "I just wanted to give you a good-bye treat."
With that, she unzipped Dave's trousers, letting his hard cock free and started sucking on it. As Kate sucked him off, Dave had to admire the town's great tradition yet again. Thanks to that and a special rose, he had gotten himself a great lover for the remainder of her trip. And once again, the world was his oyster. Or in this case, pearl.