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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
Pressure. It came with the territory in Hollywood, the need to succeed hanging over everything a person did, every project and riches that went with it. Fame was a byproduct, a necessary one that stars had to deal with and add to their list of pressures. Such was the fate of stars in Hollywood. Even the ones who weren't technically stars just yet.
Jessica Alba had never imagined such a media reaction when she starred in her first TV series. After appearances in movies like "Idle Hands" and "Never Been Kissed," she was hardly a household name or face. Yet all it took was taking on the lead in a new show and she was already on several magazine covers, billboards and downloads on the Internet. All this and her show hadn't even premiered yet.
Of course "Dark Angel" was hardly just any show. It was the first television project from James Cameron, whose very name could cause sci-fi and action fans to salivate. And the images of Jessica, her shapely young form clad in a tight leather outfit, curly dark hair framing her gorgeous face, were giving the show massive buzz, making ratings probably high.
Jessica hadn't been expecting such a push from the network and was a bit taken aback at all the publicity and a little worried too. Hollywood was littered with actresses boosted too far too soon, overexposure ending as many careers as it raised. But the media blitz was almost easy compared to the stunt work she had to do for the show. Not to mention squeezing herself into that damn suit every day.
She was wearing the suit now, a leather outfit that was practically a second skin and got hot as hell after a day's shoot. She was on a bit of downtime at the moment, her lunch hour a bit longer thanks to the intensity of the shoot some days. She relaxed in her trailer, wishing to hell she could get this thing out but she didn't know how long until she was needed again. She took another drink from her bottle and poked at her lunch, a copy of the script laid out before her. A knocking at the door caught her attention and she got up and opened it.
"Hey," James Cameron said as he nodded at Jessica. For the Oscar winning director-producer of the biggest moneymaker of all time, he was dressed quite casually, in only jeans and a shirt, hardly the man behind one of the most expensive series on television. His gray bearded face held a smile as he entered the trailer. As executive producer and creator of the show, James made regular visits to the set to check on progress. Jessica had heard all the horror stories of how domineering the perfectionist Cameron could be, but so far he didn't seem too bad. A bit arrogant but after "Titanic," who wouldn't be?
"So, what's it this week?" Jessica said as she led James inside. "Trying to see just how short a dress can be and still fight in it?"
James smiled. "No, just a little getting-to-know you bit. We never really talked outside the casting."
"Well, first of all, I have to say thanks," Jessica said. "The role's been pretty good and I've gotten some exposure so I'm ready for more stuff in case it tanks."
"You think it will?"
"I hope to hell not but you can't control the public. You've learned that before."
"That I have," James said. He and Jessica sat down on opposite ends of the small couch, facing one another. "Well, glad to hear things are going all right," James said. "You don't mind all this future jazz, do you?"
"It looked a bit tough but I've gotten used to it," Jessica replied.
"I know. Funny, all the stuff I've done and I've always been attracted to antiques, things from the good old days, if you will. Take a look at this." He reached into his pocket and held up a bright golden watch attached to a gold chain. "Old family heirloom. It helps me out a bit now and then, just looking at it seems to relax me. Go ahead and try. Just go ahead and look at it, Jessica, that's right, just go ahead and look at it. Just stare at it carefully and focus on it, just focus on it."
Cameron gave the chain a slight twist, letting it swing slightly back and forth before Jessica's point of view. "Just watch the watch, Jessica, watch it carefully, watch it swing, back and forth, back and forth, just watch the watch, Jessica. Watch it swing, back and forth, back and forth, watch it swing, Jessica, watch the watch swing back and forth, back and forth.
"You can feel it working, can't you, Jessica? You can feel yourself relaxing as you watch the watch move, back and forth, back and forth, so relaxing to watch, Jessica, it's so relaxing to watch the watch, watch the watch, back and forth, Jessica, back and forth, back and forth. You can feel yourself growing more and more relaxed, Jessica, more and more relaxed the more you watch the watch swing back and forth, back and forth, so relaxed, Jessica, so very, very relaxed.
You don't want to move, you're so relaxed. You don't want to speak, you're so relaxed. You don't want to think, you are so very, very relaxed. Too relaxed to think, Jessica, too relaxed to think."
James let the watch come to a stop right before Jessica's eyes. As it stopped, so did her mind. She simply sat there, eyes wide open, staring at the bright golden watch before her. Her features were slack, her breathing even as she waited for something to be told to her. James slowly lowered the watch and looked at her sitting there with a blank expression on her face.
Once again, his watch had served him well, an excellent focal point for a hypnotic induction. Of course, the drugs Jessica had been served the last few days to lower her willpower helped as well. It was an initiation rite of sorts that Cameron performed for many of his leading ladies in the past and now Jessica was next in line.
"Jessica, listen to me very carefully," James said. "I created this show. You are grateful for that. Very, very grateful for that."
"Yes...grateful...." Jessica said through parted lips, still staring blankly into space.
"Very grateful, Jessica, you're very, very grateful. So grateful, Jessica, so very grateful that you would be willing to do anything to show how grateful you are. Anything I tell you to do, Jessica, you will do because you are so very, very grateful to me. Anything at all. Anything at all."
"Anything....at all...." she whispered.
"Stand up and take off your suit, Jessica," James said, making sure the door was locked before going on. He turned to see Jessica peeling out of the outfit. She was dressed in a simple black shirt and panties underneath and as she sat down to shuck off her boots, Cameron got a look at her long, smooth legs. She stood before him, swaying slightly, awaiting her next command.
"Take off your underwear too, Jessica. Take it all off." She slowly obeyed until she was completely naked before him. Cameron appraised her. Not as athletic as Linda, ass not as tight as Sigourney and her breasts were a bit smaller than Kate's but she was still highly attractive and quite appealing to the elder director's eye.
James sat back on the couch and undid his pants, allowing his hard cock to be freed. "Come on over here, Jessica," he commanded. She moved towards him and he brought her onto him, sitting her pussy right onto his cock. He took a moment to run his hands over her, to her ass, rubbing the cheeks before moving up her bare back to where he could grab her breasts. He pulled her in slightly as she began to rock herself on him, his cock reaching deep into her pussy. James pulled Jessica closer to him, rocking her back on forth on his rod, her passions ignited as she felt him inside her. She wrapped her legs around the chair as much as she could, pulling herself onto his cock with each thrust, urging him to continue at what he was doing. Cameron held onto her tight, pulling her more and more with each thrust, his mouth suckling on one pert nipple. God, she was young but damn good and he looked forward to having her improve. He grunted as he came inside her, her body shaking as his wad blasted through it. She arched her back at it, crying out slightly as she was rocked by his orgasm.
A few minutes later, Jessica was redressed and staring blankly at the cleaned-up James. "Jessica, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that's happened while you were in this state. Nothing at all. However, if you ever see me holding this watch before you again, you will instantly go back into this relaxed state and do what I say." Cameron snapped his fingers and watched Jessica blink as her eyes returned to clarity. "So, I'd better get going," James said. "Busy schedule and all."
"Sure. Thanks for the talk," Jessica said. James walked out, leaving her with a smile and made his way out. He whistled slightly. A little short, but time was tight and, if the series was a hit, he and Jessica would have a lot more time to get together. She would make a nice addition to his little club, which reminded him of something. Maybe it was time to see if Kate was willing to take another boat trip with him on a private cruise.
THE END
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