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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
It wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, that was for sure. Celine Dion had been quite surprised when her agent told her he would have to leave her services. He seemed to have been enjoying working with her and had helped her career along at several key points. However, citing "personal reasons," he'd cut off their arrangement. However, he had given her the name of someone who he said could help her out just as well. Robin Turney.
Turney had only been working in L.A. for about a year, but he had already built a high-powered list of clients. A lot of starlets, athletes and singers were now working for him, many making surprising decisions in order to get Robin as their agent. He had a lot of clout in town now and a meeting with him was considered the height of Hollywood hip.
His office was a surprisingly small building downtown. Celine sat in the waiting room, wearing a blue dress, her short dark hair nicely combed. She had been waiting for about ten minutes when the secretary motioned her into the office behind the oak doors.
Celine smiled at her and stepped into the office. It was large, blue carpeting covering it, the desk large, the room dominated by a massive circular platform with an odd piece of furniture atop it, covered in a large cloth. There were no windows, but a mirror made up one side of a wall.
Celine stopped in the middle of the room and shook her head, wondering exactly where this Turney guy was.The door locked behind her. Before Celine could react, a green mist came pouring out of the vents in the ceiling. It covered the office in seconds, the fumes making Celine dizzy, her head spinning. She fell to her knees as the cloud of green vapor enveloped her.
In a few minutes, her head felt clearer. Much clearer. Celine suddenly realized just how well Robin could help her out. It was of the utmost importance that she please Robin, serve Robin, do everything Robin asked of her. A smile came over Celine's face as the thought of being Robin's personal muse pleased her, filled her with a wonderful, almost sexual feeling.
The vents came alive again, this time sucking all of the hypnotic gas back into the containers. The room was clear enough for Robin to enter. He had silver hair, a trimmed beard and mustache. He walked over to where Celine still kneeled, a blank smile on her face. Once again, the special chemical agent he'd acquired had worked its magic, giving him another high-profile name to add to his collection. Celine would now be only too happy to give all of her assets all of them over to her new master. "How do you feel, Celine?"
"Wonderful, Master," she said, her accented voice sounding all the better in her mindless state. "I understand that I serve you. I will sing only for you and only at your command."
"Very good, Celine. I would like you to start now. First, take off all your clothes."
As Celine stood and began undressing, Robin walked over to the cloth and pulled it off. Beneath it was a mattress-like platform, sturdy enough to stand on, but soft enough to feel comfortable if you lied on it. He turned back to see Celine standing nude, waiting for his instructions. She was a wonder, her thin and shapely hips leading to those long legs. Her breasts weren't as big as he had imagined, but tight and he could tell she was already beginning to feel the excitement he'd hoped for.
"Celine, I want you to stand on this platform and sing. As you sing, you will feel more and more aroused, all through your body. When I tell you to stop, you will feel almost overcome by erotic feelings, so much so, that you will beg to be made love to. Now, sing."
Robin walked to a nearby chair and leaned back. Seeing Celine Dion sing was good enough. Watching her do it stark naked, her breasts and ass bouncing slightly as she hit the high notes, was a treat. He let her do her greatest hits. "My Heart Will Go On,"
"Power of Love," "Because You Loved Me." He waited until she had gotten to the last verse of "Love You More" when he said, "Stop." Celine immediately went quiet for a moment. Then she fell to her knees again, a look of pleading coming over her face. "Fuck me!" she cried.
"Please, Robin, please, fuck me here and now!"
Robin was all too happy to oblige. He stripped out of his suit in record fashion and leapt onto the platform. He pushed Celine down on the mat and straddled her. He kissed her long and hard on the lips, cupping her breasts in his hands. Her mouth was good for more than kissing, he could tell. Her tongue wrapped around his and she nearly bit his lip as she pulled him close to her. She was ready to burst and Robin's cock had been throbbing hard for the last half-hour. He pushed it into her and began pumping it in and out, doing his best to push into her. Celine moaned as Robin dug into her, his hands pressed against her breasts. She let out a series of gasps that culminated in a loud cry as they orgasmed, joined in an incredible feeling of total ecstasy.
Robin took her twice more before having her redress. "Tell me what you will remember Celine," he instructed.
"When I leave, I will wake up," Celine said in a flat tone. "I will not remember what has happened here. I will hire you as my new agent and will allow you full access to my bank account and holdings. Whenever you say 'sleep, Celine,' I will fall back under this hypnotic state and your control. Until then, I will act as normal. Otherwise, I am your slave."
Robin sent her on her way and lay back on the mattress. He grinned as he shot a glance at the mirror on the other side of the room. The video cameras were sure to have recorded everything. It was always good to keep notes on all of his clients.
THE END
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