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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy. Warning: This story contains spoilers for "The World Is Not Enough" so if you haven't seen it, be careful. Enjoy.
In all the years of acting in her native France, Sophie Marceau had never imagined herself one day becoming a Bond girl. It wasn't exactly the most charming of labels since the female roles in Bond films tended to be all show and no substance. As much Kim Basinger, Jane Seymour or others might argue, there was no denying that looks played the most important part in casting a Bond film and now Sophie could believe it.
She had been surprised to have been offered the film and had not been sure if she should take it. A little exposure in America would help her career, but the idea of hanging onto a hero through an entire film, even if it was Pierce Brosnon, didn't seem right to her. However, upon reading the script for "The World Is Not Enough," she began to change her mind. Her character seemed stronger than most, a kidnaping victim not willing to be hurt again, an equal player for Bond. She was sold when the supposed victim turned out to be the real villain of the story, turning into a sexual predator who actually got to torture Bond. The shift in character appealed to Sophie and the money wasn't bad either, so she decided to go for it.
It had been an enjoyable experience. She found Pierce even sexier in person and loved seeing him shift into the role of Bond. Working with Judi Dench was a treat and she got to see amazing locales. But at that moment, on a night off from shooting, Sophie's attention was caught by the other "Bond girl" of the film, one who truly emphasized looks over talent.
Sophie had never heard of Denise Richards before the film but she had done some checking afterwards. Apparently, the young woman had been in a thriller that involved her showing her body and engaging in a threesome. Sophie had seen some footage of Denise and wasn't exactly impressed by her talent. She knew the producers wanted a hot young face to bring the teenage boys and Sophie wasn't egotistical enough to think hers was it. Still, a nuclear physicist? She could barely buy Denise as a college graduate, let alone a scientist. She couldn't think of many Nobel Prize winners with a tattoo on their stomachs.
However, Sophie could not deny Denise had beauty. Although she had little doubt her breasts were fake, Sophie couldn't help but understand why every male on the set automatically glanced at Denise's ample chest. Her pouty lips and striking features, combined with a pair of terrific legs, guaranteed Denise beauty, but there was something else, something Sophie only noticed when the younger woman was around in person. Denise seemed to exude a sexual energy, a field that made her seem all the more desirable, one that she fed off on the more it attracted others. If that was so, Sophie felt its effects.
Sophie could not deny her attraction to Denise. It didn't really put her off much. She was French, after all, citizen of a country where sexual variety was the norm Of course, America tended to be a little more conservative, at least in the mainstream.
However, Sophie had watched "Wild Things" and had noticed something about the scenes where Denise kissed Neve Campbell. There was more than just acting there, Sophie knew. She knew that somewhere deep inside her, Denise had some feelings towards women. Sophie knew it wouldn't take much to bring those feelings to light. The question was how.
Sophie walked down the halls of the hotel, a bottle of champagne in her hand. She wore a light dress, the same dark brown color of her hair. While Denise's lips were pouty, the same could be said of Sophie's nose, giving her an innocent style that went well with many of her roles. She knocked on Denise's door and waited as it opened. Denise was dressed in a tight shirt, accenting her ample chest, with a pair of shorts showing a lot of leg. Her long dark hair flowed around her, framing her attractive face, which was marked in surprise at seeing Sophie. "Hey, what's going on?"
Sophie smiled. "Nothing major. I just thought it was high time we got to know each other a little better. We only have a few scenes together and I prefer knowing my co-stars a little more intimately." Very intimately, Sophie thought to herself.
"Well, okay, my night's free, so why not?" Denise said, letting Sophie inside her room. It was as luxurious as her own, with a large bed and bar. "If you want to pour some of that, go ahead, I've got to check something for a minute," Denise said, heading into the bathroom. Given such an opening, Sophie took the opportunity to pour two glasses of champagne, making sure to pour a small vial of powder into one glass. She turned to see Denise enter, and offered her one glass.
"To a good film," Sophie said, clinking glasses and drinking with the American.
"I hope," Denise said. "Moneywise it's great, but I don't think I'm going to be earning any awards for it."
"You never know. Kim Basinger was once thought a bimbo, now she has an Oscar."
"Trust me, the bimbo theory still remains," Denise said. "You're lucky you stay away from Hollywood a lot. The politics in that town are so crazy, I doubt a seasoned Senator could survive long there."
"That bad?" Sophie said, watching as Denise continued to sip at her drink.
"I did the stuff in 'Wild Things' because I thought it would make the film more realistic," Denise said. "Next thing I know, my body is all over the Internet and every other script I'm offered has nudity in it, a lot of it uncalled for. At least with this one, I don't have to actually show anything on screen."
"I can relate," Sophie said, remembering how she had to maneuver sheets around herself during a love scene with Pierce a few days earlier. "At least we'll get exposure. That's always good."
"Speak for yourself, 'Elektra.' At least you have a cool name. 'Christmas Jones?' I'm going to be living that down for the rest of my life." Denise sat back on her bed. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt light-headed and wondered if the champagne was going to her head.
"Bad names are a Bond tradition. At least you'll be rather memorable."
"Yeah, but at least you're the villain of the piece. Me? Forget nuclear science, I can barely program my VCR. And don't think every critic out there won't be bringing that up."
"You really need to relax a little more," Sophie said, placing her glass on the table and sitting on the bed opposite of Denise. She looked at Denise's eyes and suppressed a smile at seeing the other woman's eyes becoming slightly glassy. "Really, you have to relax if you want to keep working like this. I know it's difficult, I know you feel tired out all the time and that's all right, it's all right to feel tired, it's natural to feel tired, so tried, so very tired. So tired, you want to relax, you feel so much like relaxing right now, you want to relax, you need to relax, you feel so tired and relaxing sounds so good right now, so very good, you want to relax because you feel so tired, so tired, so very tired."
Denise felt her mind clouding over, her eyes fixed onto Sophie's bright ones, the deep orbs seeming to suck her in. Sophie's soft accented voice flowed into Denise's ears, the words filling her mind. The soft words combined with the buzzing in her head and Denise felt an immense relaxation fill her body, a weight filling her. She couldn't concentrate on anything anymore except her own fatigue and Sophie's lovely voice, urging her to give in, to relax and let sleep come over her. Sleep. Lovely sleep. It felt so wonderful, so lovely and Denise felt so sleepy, so very, very sleepy. It would be okay to give in, to just go to sleep. It would be okay to sleep here with Sophie, sleep here with Sophie, sleep with Sophie, sleep with Sophie....
Sophie smiled as she saw Denise's head fall forward, her eyes shutting as she fell into a trance. Sophie had used the special powder before and it had never failed her yet. If things were going as usual, then Denise would not only be under, she would be extremely receptive to any commands. Sophie took the glass from Denise's limp fingers and put it on the table. She then moved close and began to issue commands to the younger woman.
"Listen to me, Denise. Listen to my voice. You are asleep now, sleeping and dreaming, a nice wonderful dream. As you hear my voice, you understand you are dreaming and that you want this dream to continue, and feel so wonderful relaxed and asleep. It's just a dream, Denise, and you want this dream to go on, you want to let this dream continue. You feel so relaxed, Denise, you want to answer my questions honestly because you're so relaxed. As you answer my questions honestly you will feel not only relaxed but aroused. The more you answer my questions the more aroused you will be. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, Denise, I want you to think back to when you were filming 'Wild Things.' I want you to think of when you kissed Neve Campbell. Now, Denise, answer me honestly. Did you enjoy kissing Neve?"
"Yes..."
"You felt so sexy and aroused with Neve, didn't you, Denise?"
"Yes.."
"You've often dreamt of being with Neve, haven't you, Denise? You've dreamt of making long, slow love to her, haven't you?"
"Yessss...."
"Listen to me, Denise, listen carefully. You are having one of those dreams now. One of those sexual dreams about Neve. When you feel you are being kissed, you will remember all the feelings you've kept hidden, all the desires you want to let loose, all your passion come alive. You will make love to Neve and you will love it." With that, Sophie leaned forward and kissed Denise on the lips. Denise answered strongly, her hidden feelings for her former co-star coming loose as she kissed whom she believed was Neve Campbell. The two women embraced and fell back on the bed, their kisses continuing as they ran their hands over one another.
Sophie broke the kiss off and stood up, pulling her dress over her head. She was nude underneath, her strong breasts standing firm, the nipples tight with anticipation. She swiftly undressed Denise and understood why the producers cast her. Although obviously enhanced, her breasts were eye-catching, taking attention from the tight bush between her legs. Sophie lowered herself down and buried her face in between Denise's breasts, laying kisses along the curves. She ran her hands up and down the American's hips, the fingers grazing her ass, pausing Denise to moan softly. Sophie pushed Denise's breasts together, the globes pushing against her head as she kissed the young woman's cleavage.
Sophie broke away from Denise's chest and moved down to her mid-section. She ran her hand through Denise's pussy, the fingers shifting past the pubic hair before entering the tight passage. Denise groaned as she felt Sophie's fingers moving into her womanhood, the Frenchwoman's hands tickling inside her, the soft nails probing the younger woman. As she worked her way inside Denise, Sophie moved her face down and kissed the tattoo lying just below the navel, her tongue licking the eagle pattern. Denise's groans grew louder and Sophie knew she was about to bear fruit. She broke her finger-fucking short and pulled her hand out of Denise's pussy. Denise grunted with disappointment, then with joy as she felt Sophie's tongue move inside her, lapping away at her pussy, already made wet by Sophie's hand movements. Denise clamped her legs around Sophie's head, holding her lover in close, urging her to lick her clean. In seconds, Denise's body was buckling as her cum spilled out onto Sophie's face, the yellow stains marring the foreign actress' gorgeous features. Denise kept her legs clamped, holding Sophie in tight until she felt herself licked clean.
Sophie pushed back onto Denise and shifted so her pussy was over the hypnotized American's face. She lowered herself down and whispered, "Lick me, Denise Eat me out."
Denise was only too happy to oblige, her tongue shooting upwards into Sophie's snatch, licking away at the woman of her dreams. Sophie leaned back as Denise went to work on her, her hands finding their way to her own breasts. She smiled and pinched her nipples, running her hands over her tits even as she sat herself on Denise's own set. She sighed as she felt Denise's hands clutch at her cheeks, holding them for support as she continue to drive in tongue into Sophie's pussy. Sophie clutched her breasts and held them tight as she felt herself come, spilling cum onto Denise as waves of pleasure tore through her body.
As she collapsed onto her mesmerized co-star, Sophie knew she had a long night ahead of her. Denise would only remember an erotic dream, with no idea that Sophie could control her at any time. For now though, Sophie pushed her face back towards Denise's pussy, eager to once again enjoy the fruits of her labor. It was time to find out if, like the movie said, Christmas came but once a year.
THE END
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