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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
Catherine Zeta-Jones had learned that stardom had a major price, which was the loss of privacy and having your life opened up to debate and scrutiny. That was certainly the case ever since she had started going out with Michael Douglas. As a hot young starlet going out with a much older man, she had been receiving something of a hostile reaction from much of the press who took a dim view of this May-December romance. Catherine couldn't understand it to be honest. If two people were in love, as she and Michael were, what on earth did age have to do with it.
Her pregnancy didn't help matters much either, with many late-night talk show hosts making jokes about how Michael would start dating the baby instead of her. And of course, the big plans for the wedding topped the whole mess off, with tabloids reporting on everything from Kirk Douglas planning to cut Michael off if the two got married to problems with the pre-nuptial agreement. Well, actually, that one was really an issue
Catherine just didn't believe in the whole pre-nuptial idea. It just seemed to indicate that divorce was a distinct possibility, something she didn't really want to think about. It just hurt her that Michael thought so little of their future together that he would want to make arrangements for it to fail. That was the main part of the argument between them, one that was putting some tension into their relationship that Catherine didn't need.
So, she was waiting in a lawyer's office right now, still unwilling to do anything that would hint at a pre-nuptial, despite all Michael wanted. She loved him but this was just too much. She brushed at her red outfit, pleased that she was back in shape so well so soon after giving birth. Her breasts were still a little swollen but she was pleased by how things were bouncing back. The baby was beautiful and, the pre-nup aside, life with Michael was going good. She just wished he and that lawyer would show up here soon, so they could get this out of the way. The office was a small one, with a desk and a bookshelf the only furniture besides the chairs before and behind it. Catherine impatiently tapped the desk as she waited, the opening of the door finally getting her attention.
"Jeremy?" Catherine said in surprise, her Welsh accent clear as she stared at the newcomer. The blond-haired man smiled at her. Jeremy had been a big help to Catherine during her pregnancy. A freelance therapist, he had been contacted by Michael when Catherine made it known that she didn't want any drugs to interfere with her giving birth. The man had been a wonder, teaching Catherine some special relaxation techniques that made the whole birth go by much easier. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I had some business elsewhere and heard you were here," Jeremy smiled, sitting himself on the other side of the table, spinning the chair a bit. "Nice leather. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"Some legal stuff," Catherine shrugged, trying to maintain some calm. "Nothing too important."
"Not what I heard," Jeremy said.
"Oh, god, not the tabloids," Catherine moaned. "You can't believe them."
"Oh, I know," Jeremy said. "I believe Michael."
"What?" Catherine asked, her brow knitting in confusion. In answer, Jeremy raised his hand and held up a bright blue crystal. Catherine's eyes locked onto it as it caught the light and suddenly felt herself relaxing. "That's right, Catherine, just look at the crystal," Jeremy said in a soothing voice. "Just look right at the crystal, Catherine, right at the crystal and feel yourself relaxing, Catherine. Feel yourself relax as you watch the crystal. So relaxed, Catherine, so relaxed."
Catherine felt her thoughts dwindle away as she fell into the state Jeremy had installed in her, the same one he had put her in while she was in the delivery room. What Catherine had thought was simply a state of deep relaxation was actually a deep hypnotic state, one that Jeremy had been paid well to put her in. And was getting paid even more to put her back right now. "You're totally relaxed now, Catherine," Jeremy intoned. "You're totally and completely relaxed and will do anything I say, won't you, Catherine? You'll do whatever I say."
"Whatever....you say....." Catherine said, her face blank, her eyes staring dully at the swinging crystal.
"Now, Catherine, listen to me," Jeremy continued. "You love Michael, don't you?"
"Yes...."
"And you would do anything for him, won't you?"
"Yes...."
"And you will do anything I tell you to do, won't you, Catherine?"
"Yes...."
"Now, Catherine, Michael and I both want you to agree to the pre-nup. You will want to do the pre-nup, Catherine, you will want to do the pre-nup very, very badly. You want to sign the pre-nup, don't you, Catherine?"
"....Yes...."
"There will be no more delays for your wedding."
"No delays....."
"Very good, Catherine. Very, very good. You will want to get married soon, won't you?"
"Yes....soon....."
Nodding, Jeremy lowered the gem and moved his hand towards the phone, ready to call Michael Douglas and report a resounding success. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He glanced over to where Catherine sat, still staring blankly ahead without a care or a thought in the world. He took in that incredibly sexy body and made his decision. "Catherine, you'll do anything I tell you, won't you?"
"Yes...anything...."
"Catherine, you want to experience another man before you marry Michael, don't you? You want to have another man make love to you before Michael does, don't you, Catherine?"
"Yes....."
"Catherine, stand up and take off all your clothes."
Jeremy licked his lips as he saw Catherine undress, her body all the more spectacular considering she had been pregnant not too long ago. Her breasts hung beautifully on her, her ass nice and plump and overall, she seemed ready for loving right now. Swiftly, Jeremy undid his pants and let his erect cock spring out.
"Catherine, come on over here," he said. Catherine moved around the desk and to him, standing before him, naked, her long black hair partially obscuring her lovely breasts. Jeremy brought her down to him and placed her pussy onto his cock. Catherine gasped as she felt him enter her, then relaxed as Jeremy's voice drifted back into her mind. "Relax, Catherine, just relax. You want this, Catherine, you want to make love to me. Make love to me, Catherine, make love to me."
"Make love....to you....." Catherine intoned, her mind lost amongst the deep hypnotic state she was in. Jeremy had underestimated his own hypnotic talents, not knowing he could take Catherine this deep so fast. She moved against him, letting his cock work into her pussy as he bounced against him. Jeremy grunted as he pushed his cock into her, his hands drifting down to her round ass, gripping the buttocks as he made Catherine work against him. Her breasts hung near his face and Jeremy had to take one nipple in his mouth, suckling on it as he brought Catherine against him, his cock working back and forth onto her pussy as she bounced against him, her moans growing louder as he went at her, gripping her ass as touches of milk began to escape from her nipples. Jeremy grunted as he came, shooting his wad into Catherine's body, causing her to shake in ecstasy, coming against him as the chair shook underneath them.
"Yes, Mr. Douglas, you'll find Catherine is much more open to the pre-nup now. Yes, yes, she won't remember anything, not even this meeting. Yes, the fee is much more than adequate. Yes, yes, thank you very much. Oh, and good luck with your new film. Thank you."
Jeremy hung up the phone and looked down at Catherine, who knelt before him, his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue licking the shaft. Jeremy was never one for adultery and hated to break up a nice marriage. Of course, since Michael and Catherine weren't married yet, he had a little time to have some fun. And he had a few more labors for Catherine to still perform.
THE END
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