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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. I've been wanting to try this approach for a while, but couldn't find the right celeb until now. Enjoy.
You never knew how much your image meant until you decided to change it. Since bursting to fame in "Playboy," Jenny McCarthy had been identified by her famous long blond locks. They were on view in the many magazine shoots, as well as "Singled Out" and her own short-lived sitcom and had become part of the American consciousness. So, when she had decided to dye it jet black for a movie role, she had expected a few write-ups, but nothing like the attention she was now getting. It had been the talk of her talk show appearances to promote "Scream 3," she'd been featured in tabloids and the cover of "Maxim," "Playboy" was curious for a black-haired pictorial and she was working on a new sitcom, hopefully better than her last one.
The new fame had convinced Jenny to give the new hair a run while it lasted. She actually seemed to like it, the darker color bringing out the best in her. She was still the goofball who had risen to fame via MTV, but she was a little older and wiser now and was a little more prepared for what Hollywood had to offer. At the moment, she was enjoying a quick vacation before going back to L.A. She was staying at a small hotel outside of town, close to the desert. It was somewhat busy, but Jenny didn't really mind the crowds all that much. One benefit of changing her hair was that she wasn't as instantly recognizable as she'd once been, allowing her a much easier time relaxing without being bombarded by autograph hounds.
Of course, Jenny still got some ogles, which was unavoidable given her gorgeous body decked out in a dark bikini with a dip in the chest and her long legs shining underneath the sun.
She was lying on a chair, sunglasses on, relaxing when a shadow suddenly came over her. She glanced up to see a well-tanned man standing before her, smiling at her. He wore a simple bathing suit and shorts with a chain around his neck holding a strange disc-shaped object. "Hi," he said.
"I'm Danny."
"Jenny," Jenny said. "Um, no offense, but you're in the way of the sun."
"Sorry," Danny said, sitting down on a chair across from her.
The sun glinted off his bright blond hair and he had a dazzling smile. "I just couldn't help but notice you and wanted to talk."
"I'm not much of a talker," Jenny said. She didn't want to be rude, but she really wasn't in the mood for a talk, just a chance to relax. She sat back in the chair and was trying to close her eyes when a flash suddenly caught her eye. It seemed to be coming from the disc Danny was wearing around his neck. It seemed to be flashing, a bright flash that soon became a series, a rapid-fire succession of flashes that seemed to draw Jenny's gaze in. She couldn't look away, she had to stare at the flashing disc as the pattern of flashes began to eat away at her will.
"You're feeling very relaxed, Jenny," Danny said in a soft voice. "Very, very relaxed. So relaxed, Jenny, so very relaxed, so relaxed you can't think for yourself, it's too tiring to think for yourself, you're too tired to think for yourself. So relaxed, Jenny, relaxed and obedient, relaxed and obedient, you will obey me, Jenny, you will obey me, you will obey me"
"Obey....you....." Jenny whispered, her eyes glazed behind her sunglasses as she stared at the flashing disc.
"Stand up, Jenny," Danny commanded, watching as she rose with him. "Take me to your room, Jenny."
"Yes...."
Danny was a science major at USC when he had stumbled across the right pattern to swiftly induce a hypnotic trance into a person. After a few experiments, he had perfected the device so that, within seconds, he could have any person totally obedient to him. He had already tried it on a few of his professors to improve his grades as well as some of the better coeds on campus. He had come to this hotel in search for fresh meat and thought he'd found quite the catch. He watched Jenny's ass wiggle as she led him to her room, opening the door for him. He stepped inside and let her enter, locking the door behind him. He let her stand for a few minutes while he looked around.
Danny thought it was a good idea to try and get to know this woman a little better. He began to rummage through her purse and took a look at her driver's license. Then he took a closer look at the blond face he had looked at more than once over the years. He glanced up from the photo to the woman before him several times before it hit him.
"Holy shit," he whispered.
Jenny McCarthy. He had Jenny McCarthy completely under his control and ready to do anything he commanded. The very thought of it made him hard and as he turned towards her, Danny knew this was going to be a better night than he'd thought.
"Jenny, undress," he commanded and was treated to a very nice strip show. Jenny nude was even better in person and her new hairdo made her nudity seem more fresh. He looked at her, her smooth ass, incredible breasts and gold bush a direct contrast to her black hair. She still wore her sunglasses but were soon removed at Danny's command to show her eyes gazing blankly at Danny. "You will do as I say, right, Jenny?"
"Yes..."
"Master, Jenny. Call me Master."
"Yes....Master...."
Danny lay back on the bed, naked by now, his penis pointing right to the ceiling. "Mount me, Jenny," he commanded and watched as the former Playmate crawled onto the bed and slid herself onto his cock. She began to rock herself back and forth, her blank eyes going towards Danny's disc, which begun to flash again, deepening her trance. She worked herself harder onto him, her ass grinding into his lap as she rode him. Danny's hands went up to her breasts and squeezed the full and round tits, pinching the nipples as Jenny rocked back and forth. He gripped her breasts harder as he felt himself build, his arousal at the breaking point. He grabbed her tits hard as they orgasmed, Jenny's sigh the only reaction her entranced mind could give. As soon as the wave of passion flowed out of her, she fell onto Danny, her breasts pushing against his face as she heaved for breath, his tongue tickling the nipples.
"Suck my cock, Jenny," Danny commanded and watched as she moved down towards his crotch. Her tongue reached out and tickled the tip as Danny ran his hands through her black hair. As Jenny put her lips around his cock and began to suck it, Danny reflected on his luck. Like his other conquests, Jenny would be released with no memory of what had occurred. But the memory would live as a defining moment for Danny. After all, if he could ensnare a gorgeous celebrity by pure luck, what could he do when he had a definite plan?
THE END
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