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Author's Notes: Usual crap about how you shouldn't read this if you're not supposed to. Given her new movie, I just couldn't pass this up. Enjoy.
It had been quite a ride for Hillary Swank the last few years. It seemed she was doomed to be known only for a brief turn on "90210" and some made for TV movies. Then she landed a huge role in "Boys Don't Cry" that netted her every award from a Golden Globe to the Oscar. No doubt about it, Hillary was hot now, only she still had some trouble snagging some roles she wanted.
The irony was that Hillary had been so convincing as a boy that no one ever considered her for the more feminine roles, which had led her to take on a bolder and more sexy style as of late, which led to even more appreciation for her performance. A look at her surprising cleavage in some outfits and many a man could say Hillary deserved the awards for successfully portraying a boy.
Right now, Hillary was a far way off from the usual hangouts of L.A., working overseas for her movie "The Affair of the Necklace," based on the classic story of a woman who loses an expensive necklace and spends the rest of her life paying off the debt of replacing it, unaware until years later it was a fake.
The movie was small and hardly the big-budget thing one might expect an Oscar-winning actress to appear in. But Hillary liked the script and found smaller films were the way to go. Hell, she'd taken a gamble on an independent film and look where it had gotten her.
At the moment, Hillary was relaxing at her hotel room after a day of shooting. The film wasn't as rigorous as some other movies she'd done but it did require a lot of fancy dress and such that wore Hillary down. She brushed her short brown hair, still a bit wet after her shower, adjusting her robe as she got ready for bed.
A knocking on the door surprised Hillary and she moved towards it, peeping through the keyhole to see a handsome young man with dark hair standing there. She absently remembered him as one of the crew on the film. Marcus, she thought her name was. She opened the door, a bit surprised to see him there. "Um, hi? Can I help?"
"I hope so," Marcus said. "I think I may have found something but I'm not sure if it belongs to the film or you. Can I come in quick to show you? Just for a minute."
Hillary thought about saying no but Marcus had seemed a nice guy, even a little awestruck at times by her, which threw Hillary, who didn't think of herself as a sexy symbol despite her new and bolder style. So, she figured she'd just talk for a few minutes. Pulling her robe in a little tighter, she opened the door and let him in.
The charm Marcus had continued as he smiled shyly at Hillary, seeming somewhat nervous. "I hope I'm not too out of line," Marcus said. "It's just if this belonged to someone, I figured I should get it back to them fast."
"No problem at all," Hillary said, shaking her head. "So, what is it exactly?"
"Right here," Marcus said, pulling up what appeared to be a simple diamond attached to a chain. He held it up before Hillary's eyes, having her look up a bit at it. Marcus let the gem dangle a bit, letting it spin slightly in the air, just catching the light right. "I think you should take a good look at it to make sure it's not yours, Hillary. Just take a good look at it. Just look at it very closely, just look at it very closely, Hillary. Just look at the gem, look deeper into the gem, Hillary, deeper and deeper into the gem. Watch how it seems to glow, Hillary, watch how the gem seems to glow a bit in this light, just keep watching it, Hillary, just keep watching the gem carefully, look deeper into the gem, Hillary, deeper into the gem, deeper and deeper, Hillary, deeper and deeper into the gem, just look deeper and deeper into the gem, Hillary, deeper and deeper into the gem, just keep looking deeper and deeper, Hillary, deeper and deeper."
Hillary's eyes were glued to the gem overhead, her eyes getting a little tired now, blinking but still staring up, Marcus hitting her right when she was tired from shooting, the fatigue helping him with his induction as he led Hillary into a nice trance state. "Deeper and deeper, Hillary, deeper and deeper. Deeper into the gem, Hillary and deeper into the state of relaxation that's come over you, Hillary, deeper and deeper, Hillary, deeper and deeper, so much deeper, Hillary, deeper and deeper, Hillary, deeper into the pendant and deeper relaxed, very deep, Hillary, very, very deep, so very deep, Hillary, so very deep. Deeper and deeper, Hillary, deeper into the pendant and just feel the relaxation wash over you as you stare deeper into the pendant, just feel more and more relaxed, Hillary, more and more relaxed, Hillary, more and more relaxed. So relaxed, Hillary, so deep and relax, close your eyes, Hillary, close your eyes and relax even deeper, Hillary, close your eyes and relax even deeper."
Hillary's eyes fluttered shut as her head fell forward slightly. Marcus lowered the gem as he kept talking. "Deeper and deeper, Hillary, let yourself fall deeper and deeper into this state of relaxation, Hillary, deeper and deeper relaxed, deeper and deeper relaxed, Hillary, deeper and deeper relaxed. So deep, Hillary, so very, very deep, so very deep, Hillary, so very deep."
Marcus watched Hillary's head slump forward more, his words leading her deeper into a trance state until he was satisfied she was now deeply hypnotized enough for what he'd been planning ever since he'd first seen her.
"Hillary, listen to my voice. Listen to my voice and feel yourself become even more relaxed than you already are, Hillary, more relaxed, deeper relaxed. Hillary, I want you to take off your robe. Take off your robe, Hillary, take it off and feel yourself become more relaxed by the movement. When you're naked, you will be as relaxed as you can be."
Slowly, Hillary undid the knot on her robe and slid it off, revealing her naked body. Like many men before him, Marcus was amazed by how incredible it was, her breasts larger than he had expected, her long legs framing the dark brown bush.
Marcus was soon naked and standing before Hillary, taking a deep breath to steady himself before speaking. "All right, Hillary, listen to me carefully. When I touch you on the forehead, you'll open your eyes. You'll see your husband there, your husband Chad and you will immediately be filled with passion towards him. You'll want to make love to your husband right here and now, Hillary, you'll want to make love to him immediately."
Marcus moved his hand forward and touched Hillary on the forehead. Hillary's eyes blinked open and focused on him, a smile coming onto her face. "Hey, Chad," she said, moving forward and wrapping her arms around him. "Missed you." Before Marcus could reply to that, her lips pressed on his and she pushed herself onto him.
Marcus managed to push Hillary over to the bedroom and down on the bed itself, the two still kissing as they rolled about, Marcus on top. He took a moment to admire Hillary's surprisingly sexy body before moving his cock into her pussy. Sliding it in, he began to pump in and out of her with strong, steady movements.
"Oh, God, yeah, baby," Hillary moaned, working her pelvis against Marcus' cock as he kept pushing in and out of her. "Yeah, do that," she moaned. "Lick my tits too, baby, you know how much I love that." Marcus was only too willing to oblige, moving his head to Hillary's ample chest, licking the tight nipples as his hands moved her breasts together, pumping her all the way.
Marcus' moans were muffled as he ran his face all along Hillarys' breasts, suckling on one nipple as his hands kneaded them together. His cock kept sliding in and out of Hillary's cunt as he worked away at her, moving his mouth from one tit to another. "Oh, God, Chad, baby, that's it, that's it!" Hillary moaned. "Oh, God, yeahhhhh!" She shrieked as Marcus shot his load into her, shaking the bed beneath them as he kept licking and sucking on her tits even as the wave of orgasm took them both.
Marcus and Hillary made love for another hour before Marcus decided it was enough. He moved off the bed, redressing and then coming back to where Hillary lay, still sleeping. "Hillary, when you hear the door close, you will fall into a deep sleep. When you wake up, you won't remember anything that has happened. You will only remember an intense dream about your husband. But if you ever see this pendant again, you'll fall back into this deep relaxation and do what I say."
As Marcus closed the door, he smiled, pocketing his little jewel. He figured he'd take Hillary a few more times while the film was shooting and after that? Maybe his little trinket could continue to get him a gem of his own that was more attractive than she seemed.
THE END
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