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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. It helps if you've read Carnage Jackson's terrific "Journal of an Agent" series, specifically chapter 15. Thanks to Carnage for letting me use his characters and such. Enjoy.
I usually do "fluff stuff" as I call it, just quiz celebrities on their films. Sure, it usually leads to some fun (as anyone who's been reading these can attest to) but for the most part, all I'm sent to do is just to talk about a movie, a show, some personal stuff, that's all. I don't generally get into major news stuff. Until now.
The news had hit and hit big. Natalie Portman, star of the new "Star Wars" films and budding beauty, had been held at gunpoint along with her agent, Dean, by Dean's ex-lover and secretary, a deranged woman who actually murdered his limo driver right before his eyes. She had taken Dean and Natalie to Dean's home, undoubtedly to kill them both but Dean managed to distract and disarm her.
The story had been getting big buzz for the sheer danger of it all, Natalie so close to death and an escape that not even the most contrived screenplay would create. The secretary herself was in jail but it was doubtful she would be seen to be fit to stand trial and would probably be committed to a mental institution for the criminally insane.
One thing that amazed people after the furor died down was that Natalie continued to keep Dean on as her agent. Many assumed she would want to get the hell away from him but Natalie insisted. It could be just gratitude for how he saved her (never mind that he had started the mess in the first place) but there were rumors that she and Dean had become involved.
That didn't really surprise me. We controllers keep an ear to the ground on these sort of things, trying to figure out who's with whom and with our skills, we can get info not even the tabloids couldn't. Dean had become something of a legend already, having affairs with several of his clients from what we heard. There had been a relationship with Alyssa Milano that had broken up around the time that Christina Aguerila had gotten into that topless snafu and I had heard of a fling he and Denise Richards had enjoyed in an elevator at a studio office.
I wasn't making judgements about the guy, really. Hell, my experiences were more than his and one could argue that it wasn't the same because of my.....talents. But how Dean figured into Natalie's life was something I intended to ask her.
I met her at her apartment, her request as she wanted to be at ease for the interview, which I more than agreed with. I was struck by just how young she seemed, the teenager she so often played. Her long dark brown hair framed that face of innocent beauty, her young form wearing a light dress with a nice cut above her smooth legs. She smiled nervously as she invited me into her living room, the two of us sitting on the couch together.
"Well, I guess it's been rough, huh?" I asked, starting off.
"Yeah, it has," Natalie sighed. "God and I thought the Episode I hype was major. Now, I've got guys from Court TV banging on my door for stuff."
"I'll try to keep it quick," I said. "I'll try not to go over what you felt at the time, that's all been written about before. I did want to ask about your connection with Dean, though."
"He's my agent, nothing big," Natalie shrugged.
"Yeah, but if it hadn't been for him, you'd never had been in that position," I pointed out gently.
"True," she admitted. "But he helped get me out, he put my safety first. And he's been helpful with me getting over my problems. And, hey, he really is a good agent. Did you hear what he did with Denise Richards?"
Somehow, I got the feeling that what she was talking about wasn't what I was thinking about. "Um, a little."
"Stood right up to a studio chief, told him that Denise wasn't going to do some film just so she could be exploited with nudity. How many agents you know actually put their clients before their percentage?"
"Not many," I admitted. "Sounds like a nice guy."
"Yeah, he's helped," Natalie said. "But, I still feel a little troubled about the night. Sometimes.....When I'm sleeping....I have dreams about what would have happened. Like she...takes the gun and put it against my head.....And I wake up just before....."
"Hey, hey, it's okay," I said, seeing her eyes start to tear up and feeling I needed to step in. "Really, it is." I rubbed at her arms and saw her calm down and in that moment I decided that Natalie needed more than just to talk. I took one of her hands and started to rub it gently as I locked my eyes on hers and softly spoke. "It's okay, Natalie, really it is. Just try to relax, Natalie, you just have to try and relax, try not to think about this, Natalie, just try to think about this."
"It's hard," Natalie said, staring at me eyes. "It's just hard."
"I know," I said gently. "I know it is, Natalie, I know it is. But you have to try and forget all that, try not to let it intrude on your dreams like that, Natalie, you have to try not to let it intrude on your dreams. Just try to relax, Natalie, just try to relax, Natalie, just try to think of what it's like when you sleep, Natalie, try to imagine what it's like when you sleep. Think of when you sleep, Natalie, think of when you sleep, try to think of what it's like when you sleep, Natalie, try to think of what it's like for when you sleep, Natalie, think of sleep, Natalie, think of sleep."
"Sleep....." Natalie said softly, her eyes growing heavy as I let my "talent" go forth, urging her mind to relax and let go as I brought under my spell. "Just relax, Natalie, relax and think of sleep, Natalie, think of sleep, think of a nice, long, wonderful sleep, a very deep sleep, Natalie, a very nice sleep. There are no nightmares in this sleep, Natalie, there are no nightmares here, it's just a nice, deep sleep, Natalie, a nice and wonderful sleep and you feel so at ease with this sleep, Natalie, so very at ease with this sleep. Let your eyes close, Natalie. Let your eyes close and just let the wonderful, wonderful sleep come over you, Natalie, just let yourself fall into this wonderfully deep and overwhelming sleep."
Natalie's eyes fluttered shut, her head slumping forward slightly as she fell into a trance. I kept caressing her palm a bit, talking to her softly and leading her deeper and deeper into a trance state. Once I was satisfied she was under, I decided to press her.
"Natalie, you are asleep now, deeply asleep, in a nice, peaceful sleep, Natalie, a nice, peaceful sleep. Listen to me, Natalie, listen carefully to my voice. As you listen, Natalie, you feel utterly at peace in this wonderful sleep. Now, Natalie, I want you to answer my questions honestly. Are you involved with Dean in a sexual manner?"
"Yes...." Natalie whispered, confirming my suspicions.
"Have you been with any other men sexually, Natalie?"
"Just one....Couple of days ago....."
"All right, Natalie. Now, Natalie, I want you to listen to me carefully, Natalie, listen carefully. You love being at peace like this, Natalie, you love to be at peace like this. You will do anything to be so at peace, wouldn't you, Natalie?"
"Yes....Anything...." "All right, Natalie. I will tell you this, Natalie. Making love can make you feel more at peace, Natalie. It doesn't matter who it's with. Dean, a stranger, me, anyone, making love can make you feel at peace and rid you of the nightmares. And after a few times making love, Natalie, the nightmares will fade, Natalie, they will fade and you will feel so peaceful, Natalie, so very peaceful. You want to feel that peaceful, don't you, Natalie?"
"Yes...Please..." I moved forward, pressing my lips on hers. She answered back with surprising passion, pressing herself against me, her body rubbing against mine. I let my hands drag down and onto her hips, her hands fumbling for my pants.
Soon, I had my pants pulled down and her dress was up and over her head. I soon had her naked and lying on the couch, a perfect picture of youthful sexuality, pert breasts ripe for the touch, the bush between her legs well trimmed. I pushed my face into it, letting my tongue slowly drag over the pubic hair and slide into her lips. Natalie moaned, working her pelvis into mine, letting me inhale all her sexuality as I slid my tongue in and out of her lips. I like to think of myself as being pretty good with a tongue-licking and was proving it here, my appendage sliding in and out of her and sending her into ecstasy.
As soon as I was sure I had her set up, I moved up, sliding my cock to Natalie's waiting passage. "Do you want this, Natalie? Do you want to feel peaceful?"
"Yes....Please, yes....." Nodding, I slid my rod into her and began pumping. Natalie groaned as she felt my member inside her young pussy. I knew she wasn't a virgin but she still felt kind of tight as I started to work myself into her, sliding my cock in and out in a nice, slow rythym. I leaned down and let my tongue drag along those pert breasts, adding to the volume of her moaning. I worked myself at her, loving how she hooked her legs around me and held me in with every pump of my cock into her. My tongue kept going on her breasts as I felt myself build to releasing my wad inside her. I let my hands knead her breasts, they weren't much but they were enough to play with and I could tell that was turning her on, her pelvis working harder against mine as we started to build together and I finally came inside her, Natalie's cries echoing throughout the house so loud that I guess I never heard the door opening.
The next thing I knew, I was literally being yanked out of Natalie and slammed against a wall, pants down around my knees. I soon found myself looking into the face of an extremely pissed-off agent who looked ready to pound me into oblivion. My first thought was to use all the push I could to put him under. But then I got a look at his eyes and I could tell that wasn't going to be an option.
"Natalie, are you okay?" Dean called and I was struck how, once again, she was his first concern. "Natalie?" He turned and I could see his confusion at seeing her just lying there, still moaning from orgasm.
"Natalie, sleep," I called out and watched her fall limp on the couch. Dean stared at her, then at me. "What is this, that shit Victor does?"
I immediately thought of Victor Nourding, another big time agent who, with his sister, loved practicing hypnosis on celebs. I shook my head as I tried to keep calm. "No. It's a bit more than that. Listen, can I get my pants back on while I explain?"
He looked at me for a long moment, evidentially trying to decide whether or not to beat the hell out of me, then moved back, letting me pull my pants back up. "What did you do to her?" he said in a dangerous voice.
I took a deep breath before speaking. "What Victor does, which I'm assuming you know about....."
He nodded. "Helped pay back Christina Agurelia for screwing my up with Alyssa. Ran into him a few more times."
Damn. A kick-ass story there that would make be a big name but there was an unspoken rule around us controllers: Unless for important reasons, never rat on each other. "Well, what he does is just something he learned. For me and others like me, it's a talent."
"Like you?" Dean said, confused.
"Controllers is the best definition although the majority of us are less sinister than the name implies," I said. "We're not sure how many of us there are, probably only one for every five thousand normal people or so. Whether it's mind power, some sort of magic, or just ultra- hypnosis, we can control other people."
"And get power and wealth?" Dean said, still angry.
"No," I said. "Okay, it's tempting but that sort of power attracts attention and that's the last thing we need if we want to avoid being used by government agencies or lab rats. No, most of us just chose to use it to get by, that's all."
"And fucking celebrities is a hobby?" He said sarcastically.
I sighed and looked him in the eye. "Listen, given your rep, I wouldn't go around making moral judgements on my sexual behavior." He glanced away, letting me know I'd hit home. "And for another thing, what I do is a super kind of hypnosis but it is still hypnosis and therefore what these women do is something deep down they'd want to do, no matter what the fictions say."
"So, it's just the unwashed public?" he asked, his anger seeming to cool into curiosity.
"No, there are a few stars who have it," I said. "Forgive me if I withhold names."
"What about the ones who abuse it, who try to make people slaves or shit?" he asked. "What happens to them."
"We take care of our own black sheep," I said tightly. "Whatever it takes."
Dean wisely decided not to press the point and sighed. "Look, why are you telling me this? Why don't you try to put me under, make me forget all this?"
"Because, my friend, by pure chance, you're one of the 1% in the world who, for reasons we don't know, is immune to a controller. Count yourself lucky."
"Thanks," he muttered. He looked to the sleeping Natalie and then back to me, the anger coming back. "I don't like you hurting her."
"I already told you, I don't do that," I said. "In fact, I'm helping her. She still has a lot of anxiety and fears from what happened and nightmares too. I'm helping that."
"How?" "From now on, every time she has sex, those fears will dissipate and the nightmares will fade. I'm not turning her into a nympho or anything," I clarified. "A few times and it will all seem a bad dream with no lasting effects. It'll let her get on with her life and not worry about a breakdown in the future. If you care for her like you say you do, you'd appreciate that."
Dean was silent and I knew I'd gotten through. "What will happen to her?" he asked quietly.
"If you hadn't interrupted, I'd just woken her up and she wouldn't remember anything more than a simple interview. Like I said, a few times making love and she'd be like she was before all this, no fuss, no muss."
Dean bit his lip and looked at me. "Okay, here's the deal. I won't talk about this. Hell, no one would believe me and I'm betting you people have connections to media and law enforcement."
"You'd bet right," I admitted. "But we're not planning a world takeover or anything. Those assholes are dealt with. We're just normal people, just....touched somehow."
"Okay, but here's the thing," Dean said. "I appreciate this and all but don't come after Natalie again."
"I don't 'go after' people," I said. "But, it's a deal."
We talked for a few more minutes and soon, we reached an agreement of sorts. I would get exclusive interview access to any client of his I wanted on the provision that he could refuse any request and my solemn word that I would leave no lasting harmful effects to that person. I agreed since it gave me an in with some women. We also agreed on something else: That we could swap stories on who we'd been with. I knew he was interested despite his moral front about my hypnotic encounters and I knew I wanted to hear more about his time with Denise and Jessica Alba among others.
With it all settled, I moved to Natalie, still sleeping on the couch and spoke to her. "Natalie, when you hear Dean's voice, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that's happened with me, just a simple interview and I left. You won't even notice you're naked." I looked up to Dean. "I think you might want to get her started on her healing."
"Yeah, I would," he said with a slight grin. I was starting to like this kid. I turned back to Natalie and continued. "Remember what I've said, Natalie. With every sexual experience, you will forget the fears and anxieties of what happened that night until they are gone completely. Remember that but nothing else of this encounter." In respect to my promise, I omitted my usual hypnotic trigger.
I stood up and shook Dean's hand. "Pleasure meeting you, really. Can't wait to get together again." I turned to go but stopped at his voice.
"Hey," Dean said. "Thank you. For this. Thanks a lot."
I smiled in appreciation and walked out. An interesting guy. With his connections and my skills, I foresaw an interesting partnership in the future.
DEAN: I watched him go, still amazed at what I'd heard. Mind controllers in Hollywood. Well, after all I'd been through, it didn't sound that out there and actually explained a lot. And the fact that they were stars too also threw me. That grin on his face when I mentioned an upcoming meeting with Gillian Anderson, did that mean....? Nah, a problem for another day.
I knew I shouldn't have been so moral. Hell, if I had the power to make people do what I'd want, I'd probably be worse than that guy. Not that I had too much trouble on my own.
I moved down to where Natalie slept, brushing at her hair. The guys was right, I did care for her. A lot. Enough to know this was a good thing for her. I moved in and kissed her gently, feeling her wake up.
She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes and smiled. "Hey, when'd you get here?"
"Just now," I grinned. "You just looked so beautiful I had to wake you with a kiss."
"Well, long as I'm awake, we might as well have fun." She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into another kiss. As I quickly took off my clothes, I had to admit this guy was good and I wondered which of my clients would have the honor of interviewing him next. Then Natalie was bringing my cock into her, my head to her breasts and I just forgot all that and started to work on her special, secret therapy.
THE END
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