Index: Anynom's Story Page · Back to Main Page
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
One advantage Los Angeles had over Vancouver: The hotel rooms were a lot better. Gillian Anderson definitely thought so. She had to admit she had been a little skeptical over "The X-Files" production moving to L.A., but it had gone better than she thought. For one thing, the studio provided a terrific close-up day care center to take care of her daughter while she was shooting on the other side of the state. With the movie doing well and a few non-X features coming up, Gillian's career was doing pretty good.
She sighed as she pulled off her suit. It had been a long and hot day of shooting and she was more than ready for some rest. She had just finished taking off her suit when there came a knock at the door. Sighing, Gillian walked over and reached into the closet. She pulled on a dark bathrobe and opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Jerry," the man on the other side said. He was a tall man, handsome with dark hair and deep eyes. "I'm with guest relations. Well, usually I am, but I'm on dinner break right now. I just wanted to drop by and say hello to you. I'm a great admirer."
"Thank you," Gillian said, forcing a smile. "But if you don't mind, I really need to get to bed."
"Oh, let me show you something," Jerry said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a disk-shaped device with an odd spiral pattern to it. He thumbed a switch on the back that lit the spiral up and started it spinning. Gillian's eyes were drawn to the center of the spiral. She couldn't help but watch as it spun, faster and faster. She felt herself relaxing as she watched it spin, the wheel turning more and more, the bright colors seemingly sucking in her gaze, drawing her attention to the very center of the spiral. It was so soothing, so relaxing. Gillian's body slumped slightly as her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She couldn't help herself, she just felt so relaxed watching the disk, she had to close her eyes. They fluttered shut as she fell into sleep.
Jerry turned the disk off, grinning. His hypnodisk had helped him win over more than a few female guests in the past. It had also helped him build his bank account up with a few generous "donations" from his grateful clientele. Now, he was ready for a major conquest he'd long dreamed of. "Can you hear me, Gillian?"
"Yes.." she whispered, her face perfectly relaxed.
"Stand aside and let me in, Gillian," Jerry commanded. She did so and he slipped into the room. He closed and locked the door behind him and leaned against it, staring at the hypnotized redhead. "Open your eyes, Gillian, but remain deeply asleep." Gillian's eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at him.
"Take off your robe."
Gillian undid the sash and let it fall to her feet. She wore a black bra and panties and Jerry's cock hardened instantly at the sight. He waited, knowing that it would make things so much better.
"Gillian, lie on the bed." Gillian obeyed, staring at the ceiling with a glazed look on her face. "Wrap your arms around yourself." Gillian complied, one arm just above her breasts, the other just below them. Jerry quickly stripped himself as he commanded Gillian to rub her arms up and down her own body. God, she looked so hot.
Naked, Jerry knew he couldn't contain himself much longer. "Gillian, take off your bra." Ever so slowly, Gillian reached behind her and unclasped the back. Then, she pushed the straps down her shoulders until her breasts came free.
The sight of those two round, husky mammeries was all Jerry needed to see. He fell on top of Gillian, giving her a hot kiss as he cupped each breast in his hands. She answered him with slow licks that made him feel like a god. He brought his tongue to her nipple and tickled it, wrapping his appendage around the tight nipple. He entered her, his cock pushing past her panties and into her pussy. He began to pump her, sliding his cock in and out of the passage between her legs, feeling it slicken. He continued to gorge himself on her breasts, licking at them like there was no tomorrow. He buckled as he shot his load into her, causing her to gasp in amazement and delight.
Jerry glanced at the bedside clock and cursed. He had to get back before he was missed. "Sleep, Gillian," he told his newest slave. "Sleep deeply. You won't remember anything when you wake up. But from now on, my voice, and my voice only, will command you when it says 'sleep, Scully.' Sleep, Dana."
Jerry pulled himself off the bed and rushed to get his clothes back on. He smiled as he left the room. Gillian was going to be getting a lot of room service in the coming weeks.
THE END
Index: Anynom's Story Page · Back to Main Page