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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. I saw the March issue of Gear magazine and immediately knew I had to write this. If you haven't seen the issue, get it. You'll love it. Enjoy.
I was killing time before a meeting with an editor and was wandering through a local bookstore, looking over the magazine rack, scooping out both potential rivals and potential employers. Being a freelancer does have its benefits, including the ability to set your own rules and prices on the pieces you do. I was looking through the men's magazine section (a favorite of mine) when a certain cover caught my eye.
It was the March 2000 issue of "Gear," a magazine that catered to the sort of people who hated to unwrap a "Playboy" on the stands. The cover showed a topless photo of Jessica Biel, one of the stars of "7th Heaven," her arms strategically placed to cover herself. Although I doubted the actual article would live up to anything, I paged through it and stopped dead on page 62.
The article was unbelievable. Jessica was openly saying she was sick of her good-girl image on the show and wanted off, contract or not. Swearing a blue streak, talking frankly about life, she made Melissa Joan Hart look like a nun. She was openly hoping that the article would get her fired from the show and as if to prove it, the accompanying photo spread was more graphic then I had expected. She was topless in most of the photos, her nipples visible in several and was flaunting a sexuality few people could have expected from her.
A lot of men would be reacting in surprise to this, I knew. I was surprised as well, but for a different reason. Looking at the photos, all I could think about was that I had created a monster.
It had been about a month earlier and I had been assigned to do an interview with Jessica. I had never actually seen "7th Heaven." A little too cutesy for my tastes To tell the truth, aside from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel," not a lot on the WB catches my eye. Well, program wise anyway.
The interview was set in the restaurant of a hotel just off the WB lot where Jessica was doing some scenes for the show. She showed up in jeans and a light t-shirt, her brown hair hidden underneath a baseball cap, every inch the teenager. We exchanged pleasantries and then got down to business. We talked a bit about the show, about her life and what was going on. I got the feeling that she was holding something back from me. Her answers seemed a little too pat, even for an actress. Most interviewers would try to ignore it, some would push her, all would fail. But I'm not most interviewers.
"It must feel good to have some time off," I said, surreptitiously maneuvering my wrist so my watch, gleamed to perfection for situations like this, caught the sunlight and reflected it back at Jessica. "It's always good to have time off to relax, time to sit back and relax, let all the tensions and pressures of studio life fade away, to just relax and let yourself go. Just to relax, Jessica it would so good to relax, to just let everything fade away and relax."
I had secured us a table in the back of the restaurant, out of the way of the other patrons and had instructed the waiter to leave me alone unless called for. I shifted my wrist enough to let the light catch the glass of my watch and reflect it into Jessica's eyes, the shifts of my wrist moving the light from one eye to the next in repetitive pattern. I could see Jessica's eyes following the shiny movements, the orbs already becoming glassy. I shifted into my closing to bring her under completely.
"It feels good to relax, Jessica, to relax so much. You feel so relaxed now, Jessica, so relaxed and at ease. You love feeling this relaxed, Jessica, you love feeling this wonderful and relaxed. Listen to my voice, Jessica, and you can learn to relax completely. Would you like that, Jessica?"
"Yes...." Jessica whispered, her eyes fixed blankly on the swinging light.
"Good, good. Now, Jessica, I know you're holding back from me. You're holding back answers and you're holding back emotions. Holding them back causes tension, Jessica and you want to let all of your tension go out of you. You want to relax completely, Jessica and to relax completely you must let all your tension go. You must let yourself go, Jessica, you must let yourself go and speak your mind. You have to speak your mind and be honest with your emotions, Jessica. When you do, you will feel totally at ease and
completely relaxed. Do you understand?"
"Yeah..." Jessica said, a slightly mischievous look coming onto her entranced face. "When I snap my fingers, Jessica, you'll wake up and remember nothing of this. You will feel relaxed and calm and ready to let loose all the hidden things you've kept inside. Do you understand?" After her nod, I snapped my fingers and watched her eyes return to clarity.
She shook her head and looked at me. "Can we be frank here?"
I shrugged. "By all means. Off the record if you like."
"I honestly don't care if you use it or not. I just need to say something. You know how a person's always asked what they'd do if they met their character?"
"Yes?"
"I'd kick her fucking ass."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised my suggestions had taken so well. "Really?"
"Hell yeah," Jessica said, leaning forward and looking straight at me. "You have no idea what it's like to try to keep the goody-two-shoes family girl image going 24-7. I keep asking if they can toughen her up a bit, make her a little more real, a little more like a kid really is. You know what they tell me? First, I'm just an actor, I've got nothing to say about the show. Second, they say they own me as long as I've got a contract and I have to keep up the image off screen or else I'm canned. Which at this point doesn't sound too bad."
For the next several minutes, we talked about the show, about life, about how Jessica wanted things. I found her to be an incredibly fascinating young woman. It wasn't that she hated the show or her role, she was just tired of being seen as a nice girl and wanted to do something different. She seemed to understand the short shelf life a teen star has and knew that breaking out of it soon was the best thing she could do for her career. She really seemed to have a good head on her shoulders as well as a nice body.
Lunch went quickly, as did coffee and soon it was time for me to go. As I stood up, Jessica did as well and spoke to me. "Listen, I just wanted to thank you for this. It really felt good to let things out and be honest for a change. You seem like the first guy in a while who's treated me as a person, not a star. You have no idea how good that feels."
"Always happy to oblige," I smiled. "Anything else I can do for you?"
"Just one." Jessica moved forward and stood a little taller, her voice moving beside my ear. "Get a room, take me upstairs and fuck my brains out."
Maybe it's me, maybe I just underestimate my own sex appeal. I sometimes wonder if the hypnosis really makes women do something they wouldn't do or if it's my own good looks. Okay, my suggestions for Jessica to let her feelings loose had obviously affected her inhibitions, but her choice for me as a mate for the afternoon was a surprise. Not that I was arguing with it at the moment.
I usually have a good memory but I honestly can't remember getting the room or paying the clerk a few hundred dollars to keep quiet about what was going on. (I would have to pay a visit to use my powers to wipe the clerk's memory completely. I'd let him keep the money, though.) As the elevator doors closed, Jessica suddenly leaped at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I instantly responded, pulling her into a passionate embrace, letting her push me against the elevator wall. I let my hand drift to her chest and felt the tight breast underneath her clothing. We broke apart as the doors opened and almost raced to our room. In minutes, I was lying naked on the bed, watching as the young starlet did an erotic striptease for me.
Any doubts as to the bad girl lying within Jessica were laid to rest with the slow tease she gave me. She let her jeans drop but pulled her shirt off slowly, a few inches at a time, her sultry grin letting me know she was enjoying this almost as much as I was. Her shirt finally came off and she stood in bra and panties. She turned and unsnapped her bra, letting it drop. Her back still to me, she folded her arms before turning around, her mounds covered by her arms. She grinned, spinning around a few times, swiveling the upper half of her body, moving her arms up and down to give me quick glimpses. She finally dropped them and spread her arms out and allowed me to see her full, luscious breasts.
Her panties were quick to go, then she was on top of me, kissing me hard on the lips, begging for my touch. She lay her body down against mine and let me grab her ass, squeezing her cheeks hard and tight. She tensed against me, her tits shoving into my own chest as she rubbed her body against mine. She quickly sat up and put herself onto my hard cock. She slowly sat herself down and began to rock against me, riding me hard. "Harder," she moaned. "Harder." I was only too happy to oblige, working my pelvis against her, letting my cock drive harder into her. I ran my hands up to her breasts, squeezing them as she rode me, pulling her closer with each shove of my rod into her vagina. We orgasmed together, her cries of joy louder than you could imagine.
We made love for another two hours, in several positions, her passion never leaving her. I hated for it to end but in the end, I knew it had to. As she collapsed onto me after her final orgasm, I reached over and picked my watch off the nearby table. I moved fast, not wanting to rethink this at the last minute and let the light play off the watch and into her eyes. Instantly, her face slackened and her eyes went blank as she fell back into a trance. I quickly had her clean herself and redress, then spoke to her.
"When you leave the room, Jessica, you will wake up. You will not remember what happened here. You will simply remember a nice interview and you will not realize how much time has passed. You will realize a new confidence in yourself. You will no longer be afraid to hold back your feelings or emotions. You will be confident in whatever you do and speaking your mind will make you feel good, very, very good. The more you let the real Jessica out, the more good you will feel. Remember that and that alone."
I watched her leave and leaned back in my bed, relieving the events of that day, an action I was repeating as I leafed through the magazine. Apparently, my suggestions had a bigger effect on her than I thought. It might be a bad move for her show but, as I looked at those topless photos, I realized that it might be better for her. And it wouldn't hurt the male population much either. It got me to thinking of just how much of a sinner the woman was and reminded me pay a visit to my own private heaven.
THE END
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