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Charlize Theron

By Anynom

Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. All these stories focus on people used to hypnosis. So I thought I'd try a beginner here. Enjoy.

If you're a woman who's trying to hide how much you love other women, you could do worse than get a job as a makeup artist for a major L.A. photography agency. That was just the type of thing Maggie wanted.

It had been hard dealing with her sexuality and even harder convincing her straight-laced Midwestern parents of it. They had finally come around but Maggie could still feel a great deal of tension between them. Moving to L.A. had been better for her. It got her out of the whole backwards mindset of her home town and allowed her a place to open up like she wanted to. However, it hadn't taken long for Maggie to realize that she wasn't ready to be so open with her sexuality.

So, the makeup job was good for her. It paid great and it allowed her to get close to some very attractive women, a few famous ones among them. And every now and then, Maggie managed to open up a bit and get a lot closer to some stars than she ever dreamed she would. Just thinking of that time with her and Angelina Jolie still brought a smile to her face, whatever she was doing.

It was a few weeks ago, however, that Maggie had noticed something strange happening. It had started when she was getting out of the tub and accidentally knocked a hair dryer into it. She'd woken up feeling okay, except for every one of her blonde hairs standing on end. She'd gone to the hospital, gotten herself checked out and it seemed to be all right so she just chalked it up to a freak accident and that was that.

Until a few days later when she was in a cafe, sipping her coffee. It was bitter and she thought it would be great if she could get a new one without having to pay for it. Before she knew it, the waitress was setting a new cup before her, smiling. "It's on the house," she explained and walked off as Maggie stared at the cup in surprise.

She would have written that one off just to coincidence but it happened again as she left the cafe. She looked up and down the street, wishing she could get a cab and the next thing she knew, one was pulling right up to her. Not only that but, as with the coffee, she didn't have to pay for it.

It took a few more times before it struck Maggie that somehow, someway, she could actually influence what people were thinking. It was incredibly intoxicating and tempting as well but Maggie managed to hold it in as best she could. She learned the hard way she had to be careful when she offhandedly thought of how one model would look like with no clothes on and the next thing she knew, she was taking her clothes off right in front of the camera crew before Maggie could halt her actions.

Tempting as it was, Maggie hadn't used her little.....gift, for lack of a better word, to get in with any of the models on her job. It was tempting as hell, but she'd avoided it, knowing it just wouldn't be right. So, she'd just done her job and had never once used her powers like that.

At least, until today. But she felt it was more than justified.

One thing about being a "behind the scenes" person was that Maggie got to see how stars really were. For the most part, they were like regular people, with their own problems and worries. Sure, things could get tense but that was simple stress, the same most everyone felt. Unfortunately, a lot of them were the prima donna types, bossy and demanding and thinking everyone should be doing whatever they wanted. And sometimes, they could get downright nasty too.

Maggie had always had a thing for Charlize Theron, way back to her first movie role (and first of many nude scenes) in "2 Days in the Valley." Her great talent for blending into roles, how she could look hot as hell blonde or brunette and her amazing sexual presence on screen, all combined to make her quite the object of many a sexy dream of Maggie's.

So, she was quite happy to hear Charlize was the latest celebrity to grace the studio and planned to do her job as best as she could. The actress had red hair at the moment, brushing back past her shoulders and was wearing a white dress to show off those nice long legs of hers. She had gone into the makeup chair first thing, allowing Maggie to do her job.

Maggie couldn't help but talk to Charlize as she did her makeup, telling her how happy she was to finally meet the actress and how much she'd enjoyed all her movies in the past. Charlize had been noncommital, just giving off a soft "huh" or "yeah" while Maggie did her makeup. Finally done, Charlize rose up and started to move towards the main studio area.

"Ms. Theron," Maggie said. "Um, I was wondering if maybe, after the shoot, you'd like to...I don't know, maybe talk?"

Charlize stopped and then turned to face Maggie, raising an eyebrow. "Talk?" she said in a cool tone. "Let me break this down short and sweet. I don't know what it is about me that dykes seem to like so much but the fact is, I am not gay and I'm not planning on going that way anytime soon. And even if I chose that way, trust me, a twenty something, dumpy loser like you isn't going to do the job. So, don't try hitting on me again, or I'm getting you fired."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked off, leaving a devastated Maggie behind. Maggie stared at her, unbelieving of what she just heard. She narrowed her eyes at Charlize and sniffed. So, Charlize didn't feel that way? Fine. Maggie figured she could fix that well enough.

It hurt a bit for Maggie to see Charlize putting on a big smile for the cameras like nothing at all had happened. Maggie furrowed her brow, letting her suggestions flow out and go right into Charlize's mind, then sat back to watch it unfold. Maggie glanced over to a cameraman and sent out a light suggestion. The man let out a sneeze and instantly, Charlize laughed and her hands went to her chest, pinching her nipples through the fabric of the dress. The cameraman stopped taking photos and looked at the others in confusion, then shrugged and went back to shooting the pictures as Charlize went back into her poses as if nothing had happened. Maggie let out a tiny smile and then sent out another suggestion. Another cameraman sneezed and again Charlize laughed and pinched her nipples, again eliciting the same confused responses from the others. Maggie's smile grew as for the next few minutes, a sneeze marathon went on as Charlize's pinches grew in intensity. Finally, unable to keep up with it, the director threw up his hands. "That's it!" he yelled. "We're rescheduling!" "Why?" Charlize frowned, coming forward to face him. The director looked at her sourly. "Look, there may be guys who want to see that, but trust me, for my shoot, I don't need this little tit-fucking thing of yours!" "What are you talking about?" Charlize said, honestly confused. "Look, I don't have a lot of time in my schedule so I want this done now! You hear me, now!"

As the argument raged, Maggie congratulated herself on a job well done. And then, suddenly, another idea came over her, one that was just too good to resist. Even as the railed against the director, Charlize had no idea of the new thoughts that were entering her head.

Charlize groaned as she entered the bar. God, what a day. That whole shit with the photographer and then coming back to find there was some problem with her hotel room so she was left out for a few hours. She just wandered into the first bar that struck her fancy and knew she needed a hard drink fast. "Martini, double," she said to the female bartender.

As the bartender gave her the drink, Charlize couldn't help but feel like she was being given the once-over. She sipped at her drink and felt as if every eye in the place was staring at her. She took a long look around and it took a moment to sink in that she was the only woman in the entire bar. "Oh, no," she muttered. "No, don't tell me I went into a gay bar!"

"Hello," a voice cooed behind her. Charlize turned to see a woman of about her age standing before her. Extremely short cut black hair, tanned skin, leather jacket and pants, the poster girl for dykes. "Name's Jamie," she explained. "And ain't you the great morsel?"

Normally, Charlize would have hauled back and thrown the drink into the woman's face and stormed off. But, right now, for some reason, she just felt a rush of arousal go through her as the woman looked her over. "Um, I guess," Charlize said.

"First time?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah," Charlize admitted, looking down.

"No prob," Jamie smiled. "I can make up for that. So, your place or mine?"

Charlize couldn't believe this. Here she was, a famous actress who had never given a single thought to even seeing another woman naked, standing inside a lesbian's apartment, watching her undress. She had to admit, Jamie did have a great body, nice full breasts and a tightly shaven clit. "I showed you mine. Time to see yours."

With that, she moved over to Charlize and in one swift motion yanked the dress over her head. Charlize gasped as her naked breasts were exposed to the air. With a grin, Jamie pushed Charlize down to the bed and slid her panties off her legs. With that, she lay down on Charlize, her face going to the actress' full breasts, her tongue sliding all over them, tickling the nipples as she kneaded the globes in her hands. She pinched the nipples, feeling a grunt from Charlize as she did, then kissed each nipple in turn, continuing to massage both tits as she did and loving how Charlize's groans grew louder as she kept at her breasts.

Charlize moaned, closing her eyes as a rush of passion like nothing she'd ever felt before came over her. Her moans increased as she felt Jamie's tongue slide down her body, kissing her sunken belly before coming to her clit, seeing her natural hair color exposed. Jamie pushed her face in, licking out at Charlize's pussy, working her tongue in and starting to drag it inside Charlize's clit. Charlize groaned, her thighs instinctively pushing around Jamie's head, holding the other woman in tight as her licks continued. Charlize moaned long and loud as she felt herself building, her juices on full blast with her arousal coming on strong, Jamie's expert licks producing the perfect result. With a loud cry, Charlize came, blasting herself out onto Jamie's face, the other woman licking away all the juices as she kept squeezing at Charlize's breasts.

Charlize moaned, her body limp as she came down from the great orgasm. A weight came over her and she was suddenly aware of Jamie sitting down on her face, her pussy right in front of her. Before she was even aware of it, Charlize's tongue was sliding up and into Jamie's clit, working inside it hard as she started to lick away at the pussy before her, her hands snaking around to grip the other woman's firm ass as she licked away, Jamie grinding her pussy into Charlize's face.

As Charlize went on the first of what would be several pussy-licking orgasms of that night, in another part of the city, Maggie smiled at her handiwork. She knew it was wrong but it felt so good to put that stuck-up bitch in her place a bit. She wondered if Charlize would regret this night or always have some feelings for women afterwards. Well, it was only fitting. After all, Charlize had a lot to make up for.

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