In Hollywood, everyone wants “the sure thing.” The
blockbuster, the hit, the film that not only makes big
bucks but also has people talking. It wasn’t as easy as
it once was, as the last several months had proved.
Millions went into making and hyping films like “Wild
Wild West” and “Eyes Wide Shut,” only to see them fall
into obscurity, crushed under bad reviews and lackluster
support.
Meanwhile, films like “The Sixth Sense” and “The Blair
Witch Project” came out of nowhere to make millions and
get people talking. With such uncertainty, “the sure
thing” in Hollywood became akin to finding the Holy
Grail. “Women Scorned” was about as close to a “sure
thing” as Hollywood could get. Not only did it boast a
clever script and good studio support, it also boasted
what some were calling the casting coup of the new
century, with Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock in the
lead roles.
The two would play recently divorced women, Julia a
lawyer and Sandra an eccentric artist, who meet by
chance in a bar and find out that not only were they
married to the same man, but at the same time. Since
each had been taken for most of their assets in the
divorce proceedings, they decided to team up and get
revenge. Finding out that their mutual ex was planning
on getting married again, the two went on a cross-
country trip to stop the wedding and pay him back for
their humiliation.
Although big name stars were no longer a guarantee for
box-office success, the teaming of the two most popular
actresses in Hollywood seemed sure to bring people in.
Also, the film was getting good buzz and the studio had
it scheduled to be their big summer comedy entry.
Of course, not everything was running smoothly. There
was still talk of possible rewrites for some scenes and
no one had been cast yet in the small but important part
of the would-be bride. Due to the schedules of the two
stars and the date of the film’s release, shooting had
gone on, despite the difficulties.
One difficulty that had not come up was tension between
the stars. Although they had never really known one
another, Julia and Sandra hit things off pretty well.
They found in each other a kindred spirit, an actress
boosted to the spotlight by a single role and assailed
by the public and press.
Although Julia had endured a longer and worse time of
it, Sandra was no stranger to tabloids or rumors. They
got along well together, even sharing a few meals, the
better to avoid the small army of press corps hanging
around the film’s locations, waiting to get shots of the
two together.
“So, they’re thinking of changing the title?” Julia
asked as she chewed on her salad.
“That’s what I heard,” Sandra shrugged as she stabbed
her fork into her own lunch.
“Apparently, ‘Women Scorned’ just doesn’t have that
light-hearted feel for a summer comedy. Wonder what
they’ll pick?”
“You never know,” Julia said. “You’d be amazed how long
it took for them to figure ‘Pretty Woman’ was a good
title.”
“I liked ‘Speed.’ Short, simple, to the point, told you
everything about the movie right there. We need more
titles like that.”
To an outsider, the conversation between the two was
cordial, no different from the many they’d had before.
But underlying the talk was a tension between the two.
Not regarding their personalities but rather their
natures. A few days before, the two had completed one of
the most talked about scenes in the movie where their
characters, trying to get info on their ex, enter a gay
bar and had to pretend they were a couple.
The scene culminated in a duet with the club’s band
(fronted by a cameoing Melissa Etheridge) and sharing a
kiss. The scene had found its way onto the Internet and
had given birth to the erroneous conclusion that the two
women would become lovers by the end of the film.
The two had tried to pay the media blitz no mind. Both
were used to wild stories about them and a little
publicity for the film could never hurt. But thoughts
still lingered about the scene. Not their acting, not
the pressure. But the kiss. Both women were veterans of
Hollywood, privy to the highest levels of star status.
As such, they knew the way Hollywood really worked. The
town was full of secret couples and affairs that even
the most hardened tabloid reporter would never suspect.
They knew the sham marriages and secret loves and knew
you either went with the flow or were trampled under it.
Both of them had felt something with that kiss. Not an
overwhelming passion or obsession, but there was
something there. Each of them felt it but neither knew
if the other shared their feelings.
It was that lack of knowledge that led to the
circumstances that followed.
One of the perks of being a star was that you could take
some stuff with you from the film. Most actors chose a
costume or too or maybe a special prop. Rumor had it
Mark Hamil had a light-saber stashed away somewhere in
his house. Sandra had never really thought about such
things, until one recent shoot.
Sandra had greatly enjoyed making “Practical Magic.” It
was a fun film and it had been a treat working with
Nicole Kidman. She had even gotten to meet an actual
witch, a young woman named Leah who had been fun to hang
out with (even though, for some odd reason, Sandra could
never quite remember what they did together) and had
given the star something to think about.
Sandra had never really believed in magic before.
Hollywood sobered one to reality pretty darn fast but
she had to admit there were a few things in the world
she couldn’t really explain and Leah had shown her some
of that, she could remember that much. And she
remembered a few other things as well.
It was almost out of fun that Sandra had picked up a
book of magic from an antique book shop before coming on
set. It was strange, but she could have sworn something
about the book had called to her. She had felt compelled
to buy it and read it. It was mostly in a strange
language she couldn’t understand. She had taken it to a
friend at a college, telling him it was research for a
role, and he couldn’t make much out of it.
One thing he could tell her, though, was that a few of
the spells, if they worked, could be the key to her
dreams. Sandra sighed as she knelt on the floor of her
bathroom. This was nuts. This was so nuts that nuts
didn’t even begin to describe it. She was about to
practice something she wasn’t even sure she believed in
to satisfy an urge she couldn’t even explain.
But, hell, if she didn’t try, this was going to drive
her nuts. Ah, well, here goes. Sandra closed her eyes
and focused her mind, trying to clear it of thoughts.
She gripped the two candles that at on either side of
her as she softly began to chant the words from the
book.
She was a little uncertain at first but as she went, she
felt a sudden strength flow through her, as if she
suddenly knew what to do. She continued on her path,
casting her spell and waiting for the effects to take
place.
In her own hotel room, Julia was reviewing a fax from
her agent, a list of possible scripts for her to look
at. Being the number-one female box office star carried
a big weight with it. Julia had been in the depths of
moviedom and knew choosing wisely helped her keep her
star alight.
Picking a project was sometimes harder than the actual
shooting and Julia felt better when the process was
done. She was looking over a new proposal when she
suddenly felt a headache. More appropriately, she felt
like a truck had suddenly hit her head-on and she nearly
collapsed in her chair. She couldn’t explain what was
happening, she couldn’t think, all she could do was let
the pain wash over her.
Suddenly, the pain was gone. And that wasn’t all. Julia
sat in her chair, gazing blankly into space, her
breathing even. Her mind felt blank, at ease, without
any cares.
“*Julia, can you hear me?*” Sandra’s voice suddenly
filled the void inside Julia’s head.
“Yes,” Julia whispered.
“Holy shit,” Sandra whispered inside the bathroom, her
eyes opening. It had worked. It had actually worked. She
could hear Julia’s voice inside her mind and Julia could
hear her. “Okay, okay, let’s think this through,” Sandra
said to herself. “Start off slow, build from there.”
*Julia, what are you wearing?* As soon as the thought
escaped her mind, Sandra felt she was participating in a
very weird phone sex game. “A T-shirt…j eans…”
*Julia, listen to me very carefully. You want to take
off your clothes. You want to take off all your clothes.
Take them all off, Julia.* Sandra could see in her mind
Julia disrobing, could feel it, could feel the coolness
upon her skin as Julia slowly disrobed, sitting naked
upon her chair.
Sandra took a deep breath, not believing she was about
to do this. *Julia, I want you to begin to feel
yourself. You’re feeling aroused, Julia, very aroused,
you’ve felt this way before and you want to feel this
way again. Feel it, Julia, feel it.* Slowly, Julia let
her hands drift down to her exposed clit and let two
fingers slide into it.
She slowly worked them into herself, masturbating gently
as her spellbound mind filled with images of lust and
desire. She worked the fingers in, rubbing them into her
vagina, working them in with deliberate feeling as she
shifted in her seat. She knew how to turn herself on, to
drive herself to orgasm, to feel what she wanted to
feel. Soon, her juices were flowing onto her hands as
she felt herself begin to come. She stiffened in her
seat and let herself go, moaning as she came onto her
waiting hands.
Back in the bathroom, Sandra groaned as she felt her own
juices churning into her panties.
The connection she had to Julia let her feel the same
things the other actress had, including an incredible
orgasm. Sandra let herself recover for a moment before
once again letting her thoughts flow into Julia’s mind.
*Julia, listen to me. I want you to redress and go back
to whatever you were doing. When you awaken, you will
not remember any of this. You will begin to have some
dreams, erotic dreams, dreams about making love to a
woman, to me, making love to me, very sexy dreams,
Julia, very sexy. Remember that but nothing else.*
With that, Sandra leaned forward and blew out the two
candles, noticing for the first time the wax that was
dripping onto her fingers. She still couldn’t believe
that had happened. One thing was for sure, she and Julia
would be sharing some very interesting dreams tonight.
The car roared down the desert road, no other cars
around for miles. It was a standard sedan, with the
exception of the giant camera attached to one side,
focused on the front seat. In the driver’s seat, Sandra,
dressed in a goofy shirt and pants was singing along to
a tape as Julia, dressed in a nice suit, glared at her.
“Pretty woman, walking down the street, pretty woman,
the kind I’d like to meet, pretty woman…” Sandra’s
singing was cut off when Julia leaned forward, ejected
the tape and threw out the window. “Sorry,” she shrugged
at Sandra’s stare. “I just can’t stand that song.”
The inside joke, added when Julia had sung on, was sure
to be in every trailer and commercial, a cheap laugh to
peak audience interest in the film. Both were used to
that and were looking forward to the laughs from the
audience.
The driving scene took a while to shoot, with the
afternoon sun beginning to lower as the two ended their
shoot. “Okay, that went great,” the director said.
“Let’s pack up and head home, people!” He turned to the
two stars who were sitting by the car, watching as the
camera was detached and moved to the production truck.
“You guys have a ride, right?”
Sandra turned towards Julia. “Sit in a cramped van with
a few camera guys or drive back on our own. What do you
think?”
“I’ll drive,” Julia smiled as she stepped up to the
sedan. “Now, wait a minute,” the director said, a little
nervous. A car accident with these two could ruin
everything. Forget them, the reputation and media
attention it would bring would have the studio screaming
for his head. “Maybe I could call you guys a limo.”
Sandra spread out her arms. “We’re in the middle of the
damn desert, you have any idea how long that’s going to
take? Let’s go.” Before the director could say anything,
the two women had stepped into the car and pulled off.
The director sighed. “This isn’t the dream job I
wanted.”
“You know, there’s a line in that ‘Notting Hill’ movie
that really hit me,” Julia said as she drove down the
long road towards the hotel. “The one about how you
worry people will realize you’re all looks, no talent?”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Julia said. “I can’t tell you how
much that hit me when I read that in the script. It just
described me to a tee.”
“Not just you,” Sandra said. “It hit me too. Makes you
realize how short a shelf life we really have in this
town.”
“You know, we’re not going to win Oscars, not as far as
I can see. It doesn’t matter what performances we give,
it’s politics. You’re always going to be the girl-next-
door, I’m the unattainable beauty. Let’s face it, the
award game is not for us.”
“You were nominated.”
“Only because ‘Pretty Woman’ was such a hit. They had to
do something for it. Since then, nada.”
“So, make some bucks and maybe a few good movies.”
“That’s the plan, I guess. I can live with that.”
“So can I.”
The drive back was quieter, Julia’s mind on something
besides the road. Since last night, she had been having
some interesting thoughts about Sandra that had driven
her to an unusual action. She slowly reached to the
chain around her neck and pulled out a large diamond
pendant.
“Hey, nice,” Sandra said. “Where’d you get that?” “Great
jewelry shop in Beverly Hills,” Julia answered. “Nice
guy named Matt showed it to me. Couldn’t resist it.”
“I can tell,” Sandra said. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” Julia said. She held it out a
bit, trying to keep her eyes on the road as she let the
gem swing in the air, catching the afternoon sun
perfectly, sending sparkles of light into Sandra’s face.
“Don’t you like the way it catches the light as it
swings, moving side to side, side to side, the light
catching it, sending it into your eyes as you follow it,
side to side, your eyes moving side to side, you follow
the pendant, you watch it move, side to side, side to
side. It’s so relaxing to watch, so relaxing to watch
the pendant move, side to side, side to side, it’s so
relaxing to watch, Julia, so relaxing to watch it swing,
side to side, side to side. The wonderful glow filling
your vision as you watch it swing, side to side, side to
side.”
Julia spared a quick glance at Sandra and could see the
actress was looking at the gem in fascination, her face
slackening as she watched the gem swing from side to
side, the lights playing across her relaxed face. Julia
couldn’t believe this was working so well. She didn’t
know how she knew how to do this, it was if she had seen
it before, but she couldn’t remember it well.
However it went, she knew that the swinging pendant,
combined with the motion of the car, was taking Sandra
into a deep trance that Julia intended to take advantage
of.
“You’re beginning to feel sleepy, Sandra, very sleepy.
Watching the pendant swing, side to side, side to side,
it’s making you feel very sleepy, very, very sleepy, you
feel so sleepy and your eyes so heavy, you want to close
your eyes, close your heavy eyes and sleep, sleep,
sleep, Sandra, sleep.”
Julia slowed the car down and pulled it to the side of
the large, empty road and turned to where Sandra sat
back, eyes shut, her mind entranced. Julia put the
pendant down and looked at Sandra, appraising her
beautiful co-star.
“Listen to me, Sandra, listen to my voice. It relaxes
you to listen to my voice, to hear my voice, it lets you
drift deeper and deeper into this sleep, this wonderful
sleep. You’re deeply asleep, Sandra, deeply asleep and
nothing I do will change that, nothing I do to you will
rouse you from this sleep. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sandra whispered. Julia moved forward and slowly
began to unzip Sandra’s pants.
She stopped as Sandra stiffened, then relaxed and let
Julia move her hand into the brunette’s panties. Sandra
let her fingers slide into the lower lips and worked
them in. She watched as Sandra shifted slightly, her
hand moving down to join Julia’s. The two were soon
working at Sandra’s pussy together, letting their
fingers slide in and out of Sandra’s lips, the juices
flowing.
Sandra withered on the seat as she felt the fingers work
at her, her body, still in turmoil over the night
before, her arousal on high from the trance and the
feeling of Julia’s hand on her incredible.
She buckled on the seat as she came, her juices falling
on Julia’s hand.
Julia pulled her hand out and licked at the juices at
her hand, not believing the taste. She swiftly pulled
out a handkerchief and wiped off Sandra’s face and as
much as she could with her lap.
“Sandra, listen to me. When I snap my fingers, you’ll
wake up. You will not remember being asleep or anything
that has happened. If you ever hear my voice say the
words ‘sweet sedan,’ you’ll fall back into this trance
and listen to anything I say. Remember that but nothing
else.”
Julia quickly started the car back up and moved back
onto the highway. She waited a few moments before
snapping her fingers and awakening Sandra. “Sorry, did
you say something?” Sandra said, shaking her head.
“It’s okay,” Julia smiled. “Nothing important for the
moment.”
The importance would come later.
Sandra lit the candles and sat back. She couldn’t
believe she was going to do this again.
She felt a little guilty, taking advantage of Julia like
this, but she couldn’t help it. This wassomething she
needed to see through, guilt or not. She sat back on the
floor, took the candles and again began the chant. She
sighed as she felt the familiar connection take hold and
her mind fill Julia’s. *Julia, can you hear me?*
“Yes…”
*Good, good. I want you to unlock your door and wait for
me.* With that, Sandra stood and quickly left her room,
racing down the hallway to where Julia’s suite was. She
opened the door and saw Julia standing there. Sandra’s
breath caught in her throat as she saw Julia dressed
only in a white robe that was wide open, giving Sandra a
view of her gorgeous body. Her long red hair flowed
down, partially obscuring her breasts, her red snatch on
display in between those gorgeous legs. “Julia,” Sandra
said. “You want me to make love to you, don’t you,
Julia, you want me to make love to you very much, don’t
you?” “Yes,” Julia whispered.
“Then, let’s go.” Sandra moved forward and kissed Julia
on the lips. It was electric, the kiss even better than
the one on the set, Julia’s spellbound mind reacting to
Sandra’s touch immediately and answering it in full.
They embraced, Julia’s breasts pushing against Sandra’s
light shirt as they fell back on the bed. Sandra
couldn’t wait anymore, she had to taste Julia’s pussy.
She moved down and buried her face in between Sandra’s
legs, her tongue quickly going to work, lapping at
Julia’s pussy with fury, urging Julia on. Julia wrapped
her legs around Sandra’s head, holding her in tight so
she could lick at her. Since the spell turned on Julia’s
arousal as well as bound her to Sandra’s will, it was no
surprise that she was soon coming, the juices bursting
onto Sandra’s face, her tongue licking it all away as
fast as she could. Sandra swiftly undressed and crawled
onto Julia.
Taking a moment to kiss her tight breasts before moving
up onto Julia, settling her crotch onto the redhead’s
face. Julia reached up and slowly let her tongue drag
along the dark-haired lips before moving in. Her hands
crept up to Sandra’s pert breasts, pinching the nipples
as she licked at Sandra’s pussy.
Her tongue work was furious, the spell driving her to
give as much pleasure as she could to her mistress, her
tongue lapping away at the pussy above her, driving to
lick as hard as she could Sandra sat back as she
orgasmed, her body shaking as she came onto Julia’s
gorgeous face.
AS she moved forward, Sandra’s guilt was buried by
satisfaction. But buried things tend to come back to
light sooner or later.
For the tenth time, Julia, picked up the phone, then set
it down. She sat on her bed, poking at her half-eaten
breakfast, trying to talk herself out of this. She knew
it wouldn’t be right, but the temptation was too much.
She sighed and picked up the phone, swiftly dialing a
room number.
After a few rings, Julia heard Sandra’s voice sleepily
ask, “Hello?”
“Sweet sedan,” Julia said before she could back out. She
heard a soft sigh, then a long pause. “Can you hear me,
Sandra?”
“Yes,” the reply came.
“Sandra, listen to me carefully. Remain this way, deeply
asleep, but stand up and unlock your door.” Julia hung
up the phone and made it to Sandra’s room in record
time. Opening the door, she saw Sandra standing there,
eyes closed and swaying in place. She wore only a t-
shirt and a pair of panties and Julia couldn’t wait, she
moved forward and kissed her full on the lips.
They embraced and felt each other’s hands move over each
other before Julia broke away.
“Sandra, I think you need a shower. You want to take a
shower, don’t you?”
“Yes…shower…”
“And you want me to shower with you, Sandra, you want me
to be in the shower with you. Would you like that?”
“Yes…”
In minutes, the two were stepping into the large shower,
the water plastering their long hair against their
bodies as they once again kissed. Julia broke it off and
turned Sandra around.
She took a bar of soap and reached around, rubbing the
bar over Sandra’s breasts, the suds flowing over the
curves. Julia slid the bar around and onto Sandra’s ass,
working the soap in, letting it flow around the curves,
squeezing the cheeks as she moved the soap around. She
let her fingers slide into the asshole, eliciting a sigh
from Sandra. Julia kept at it, letting her fingers slide
into Sandra’s pussy from behind, the feeling of her ass
leading to her vagina turning Julia on.
Julia continued to work on Sandra from behind, the
brunette soon shaking as she began to come, her juices
sliding past Julia’s fingers and washed into the drain.
Julia took Sandra and pulled her into a kiss. She turned
Sandra around and pushed her down to her knees, pulling
her to her pussy. Sandra immediately went at it, licking
at the red snatch, her hands snaking around to grip
Julia’s ass for leverage.
Julia held Sandra’s head in, the water cascading down
upon both of them as Sandra went at it, licking at
Julia’s pussy with wild abandon. As she felt herself
begin to come, Julia leaned back and sighed, her orgasm
spoiled only by the twinge of guilt over enslaving her
co-star. A twinge that just wouldn’t go away.
“Cut, cut!” The director sighed as he marched to where
Julia and Sandra stood near the hotel pool. “Ladies,
what’s wrong, this is the fourth take. It’s not that
hard a scene, you know?”
Why is it taking this long?” He sighed at the two.
“Look, I’m no shrink, but I know something’s bothering
the two of you. You need to get over it before it hurts
filming You don’t want to tell me, fine, but tell
someone. Believe me, it’s not going to get any better if
you bottle it up.” He walked off, leaving the two
actresses to look at each other, both mulling over their
thoughts.
A knock on Julia’s door heralded the entrance of Sandra,
who stepped inside, holding a large book in her hands.
“Hey,” she said. “Hey,” Julia answered. The two stepped
inside and paused. “I’ve got something to say,” Julia
said.
“So do I,” Sandra replied, opening up the book. She read
out loud a passage in a strange language and Julia
suddenly felt a wave of dizziness come over her,
followed by a flash of memories of her encounters with
Sandra. Julia sat down hard, her face moving forward to
be covered by her hands.
“I’m sorry,” Sandra whispered, looking down at Julia,
who was beginning to shake. “I’m so, so sorry. I can’t
possibly apologize enough, I know this is going to hurt
the film, I’m sorry about this, I just wasn’t crying but
laughing. She looked up, her famous smile on display as
she laughed loud. “Okay, I’m missing something here,”
Sandra said, frowning.
“Let me clarify things,” Julia said. “Sweet sedan.”
Sandra’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward as she
fell back into a trance.
“Sandra, when I snap my fingers, you’ll wake up and
remember everything that has happened to you any time
you’ve been in a trance.” At Julia’s snap, Sandra’s eyes
opened and she reacted to her new memories.
She looked at Julia, a smile crossing her face. “You…”
She snorted, then laughed, Julia joining in as the two
began to laugh long and loud, both not believing what
had been happening the last few days.
“Oh god,” Julia said, wiping away her tears. “If only O
Henry was around to do this justice.”
Sandra sat on the bed and looked at her co-star. “So,
now what?”
Julia looked up at her. “It’s pretty damn obvious we
both wanted this, so I don’t see any hard feelings.”
“None here. But what now?”
Julia smiled. “Maybe we should do what we should have
done in the first place.” She moved forward and kissed
Sandra lightly on the lips. Sandra responded quietly,
taking things a bit more slowly this time around. Julia
was willing to go with it and the two began to slowly
undress.
Their clothing a pile on the floor, the two actresses
lay on the bed, Julia on bottom, her long hair creating
a red halo. Sandra lay on top of her, kissing her on the
lips, several kisses covering her lips and throat as the
two pressed against one another, their breasts pushed
together as they ran their hands on each other. Their
pussies almost sparked every time they rubbed against
one another, their juices beginning to flow.
Without warning, Sandra spun herself around and put the
two into a 69 position. She lowered her face into
Julia’s waiting pussy and let her tongue drag inside it.
Julia gripped Sandra’s ass, then let her tongue shoot
upward into Sandra’s twat. The two were soon licking at
one another, their hands running over the sensitive
areas near their womanhood. Julia’s hands kneaded
Sandra’s cheeks, pushing them against one another as
Sandra’s hands ran up and down Julia’s thighs, their
tongues working through hair and lips to hit the spots
both wanted. Their cries as they orgasmed together were
muffled but still quite loud. Not quite as loud as the
cries that soon followed that night.
The ringing of the telephone roused Julia from her
sleep. She moved over the bed, reaching over the
sleeping Sandra. “Hello?” she asked into the phone.
“Excuse me? When? This is confirmed? Oh, yeah, yeah,
thanks for telling me. I can’t wait.” She hung up the
phone and leaned down to Sandra, kissing her gently
until she woke up. “What’s up?” Sandra said, looking at
her new lover.
“You’re not going to believe this,” Julia said. “The
studio called. They just hired an actress for the role
of the new bride.”
“Really?” Sandra asked. “Who?”
“Cameron Diaz.”
Sandra stared at her. “You’re kidding me.”
“Nope.”
Sandra grinned. “Oh, this is good. This is very, very
good.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Oh, yeah,” Sandra said. “This is going to be fun.”
“Then let’s get a head start,” Julia said, leaning down
and pulling Sandra onto her as the two prepared for the
arrival of a new friend for their little group.
One that they hoped to expand soon.
