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Trance Star: Jessica Alba 2

By Tranceman

Author's Notes: Okay, I know it's actually technically my third on her if you count the one with her and Angelina Jolie (4th if you count my Dark Angel fic) but saw a cool pic on Ecsho's site. Anynom wasn't going to do it so I decided to and maybe add a recurring character too.

The blaring of an alarm clock ripped through the silent room and into the ears of its sole occupant. The first thing Jessica Alba felt as she came awake was a tightness around her wrists. She tried to move them but met with resistance, something rubbing on them. She tried to move her legs too but they had that same strange resistance. Opening her eyes, the actresses found herself staring straight up at the ceiling, a view that she usually didn't see the first thing upon waking.

Needless to say, the star of "Dark Angel" was more than a little concerned. She wrestled for a few moments, trying to break her bonds but it was no use, these things were tight, whoever did this knew their stuff. Jessica finally sighed, throwing her head back as she tired to figure out what had happened.

Her eyes tracked up to the ceiling again and she noticed for the first time how it was plastered with photographs of herself and a strange man. For some reason, she couldn't quite make out his face in any of the photos but she could definitely see herself involved in all sorts of kinky sexual positions, most of which she never knew existed.

Jessica closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down and figure out what had happened. The last thing she remembered clearly was the party. The big studio party for the new fall season, she'd been doing the usual meet and greet with various execs, nothing major or out of the ordinary that she could remember, just talking with guys, enjoying showing off her nice body under her dark dress and wishing Michael was around to talk to.

And then. And then came that guy. Jessica suddenly remembered him. Well, not exact details, she just remembered the man himself coming up to her. He'd talked to her.....she couldn't remember what he had been saying, really, nothing exact. Just him talking and there was something about him being a fan but was here in a professional capacity.

And that disk....He'd held this weird disk on a chain in his hands and it was spinning around and around and Jessica found herself staring at it. It was pretty, a weird spiral design that seemed to move as the disk spun around and around, around and around and it was so nice to watch, so nice to watch the spinning disk, so nice to watch it spin around and around, around and around.....

Jessica had just felt so relaxed right then, so relaxed that she wasn't even listening to anything the man was saying anymore, she didn't hear anything, all she could do was watch the spinning disk, she could only watch the disk spin around and around and feel more and more relaxed as she did, she felt more relaxed as she watched the disk spin and listen to the guy's voice, so relaxed, so very, very relaxed......

That was all Jessica could remember but the proof of what had happened was spread out on the ceiling above her. Right now, Jessica had a much more important task on her mind: How to get out of this mess. Even if she could reach the phone, she didn't know what she was going to tell them and could definitely not use the publicity.

The sound of the door opening got her attention and Jessica looked up in alarm to hear someone come in. "Hello?" a male voice called out. "Is anyone here? The door was open."

Jessica swallowed. On the one hand, she could use a hand. On the other, not even Michael got to see her in a position like this. Before she could decide on whether or not to answer, a young man in a dark uniform moved into the bedroom, stopping dead at the door, blonde eyebrows shooting up as he saw Jessica Alba spread out and tied up before him.

"Um, hi," Jessica stammered. "You'll forgive me if I don't shake your hand?"

"Miss Alba?" the man got out, taking in a sight most men would kill to see.

"Hey, at this point, I think you can call me Jessica," the starlet said with much more calm than she should have felt at a time like this. "And you are?"

"Um, Chuck," the man answered. "I'm a deliveryman, I was sent here with some flowers?"

"Well, that's good," Jessica said. "Soooo.....Don't suppose you can maybe help me out here?"

"Um, I guess," Chuck said, his hand reaching out and touching Jessica's leg as he moved to the ropes. Jessica hissed as his hand touched her hosed legs. She suddenly felt a wave of arousal sweep through her, a feeling she hadn't thought possible a moment ago.

Chuck froze in his movements as he saw Jessica's clit suddenly become wet, his cock rising in his pants as he took it in and realized the actress was feeling really horny right now. Jessica herself suddenly felt so hot and aroused right now, she knew she wanted some cock in her so bad and there was only one place to get it.

"So," Jessica grinned. "Wanna have fun?"

"What do you mean?" Chuck asked, hoping to hell he was reading this right.

"Come on," Jessica pouted, her full lips pursed. "I'm tied up, you're looking at my pussy, am I going to have to paint you a picture?"

Chuck looked at her, seeing how much she wanted this on her face and the next thing he knew, his cock was out and moving to her. "Ugh!" Jessica grunted as she felt it shove into her hard. Chuck began working himself back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, soon getting into a hard and steady rhthym, cock pounding away at her.

"Ooooh....." Jessica moaned, helpless to move at all, thighs flexing as much as possible while tied. She felt Chuck lean over, moving his face to her chest and letting his hands squeeze her large breasts. "Ahhh...." Jessica moaned again as she felt him knead at her amazing chest, pinching the nipples as he went at her.

For his part, Chuck was in heaven. He didn't know who had tied Jessica up or why and frankly he didn't care, he was having too much fun fucking the brains out of one of the most gorgeous women in television, his hands pressing hard on her tits as he kept ramming his cock in and out of her snatch. "Harder!" Jessica moaned. "Harder!"

"Doing my best!" Chuck gasped as he kept on working at her. Jessica could feel herself building, her tits almost hurting, her pussy in pure pleasure as Chuck kept at her. "A little more...." she hissed. "Just a little.....AHHH!" "YAHHH!" Chuck yelled as he shot his wad into her, shaking the bed, Jessica arching under him, her breasts fully in his hands as he squeezed them, loving the feeling of them in his grasp.

He collapsed onto her, his mouth working on her tits, licking the nipples and causing Jessica to build again. So engrossed were they on each other, they didn't notice the man who came in and dropped something before them.

It was a spinning disk, flashing in the air right before their faces. Both Jessica and Chuck were taken aback at first but within a few moments, their faces started to relax as they took it in. Jessica watched as Chuck rose up, his face blank as he pulled his pants back up, the man holding the spinning pendant before him.

"When you leave, you will wake up," the man was saying. "You will remember nothing that has happened here."

"I'll remember nothing," Chuck muttered, then turned and walked off with that blank look on his face. The man turned, the same man Jessica had met before, the pendant waving in her face again.

"You too, will remember nothing," the man was saying.

"Nothing...." Jessica whispered.

"A shame," the man said. "You were very good, I think you might have enjoyed this, even if I hadn't left you commands to accept the first man who came in and hypnotized him into wanting to fuck you immediately. I did get a nice bunch of photos for my collection, the kind I can sell to private collectors for quite a sizeable sum. But that's for later."

He moved over her, naked now, the pendant still spinning as he pushed his cock to Jessica's face, one hand clutching at a breast. "Suck me, Jessica," the man commanded. Jessica opened her mouth and took in his rod, immediately going at it with licks and sucks. As the man clutched and rubbed at her breasts, he decided that this time wouldn't be for any cameras. This moment with an Angel was all for him.

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