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Pretty Women

Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home.
Now, I respect MAW. He’s
the one who opened things up for me, Arcane, Mesmer Eyes and all the
others who do celebrity
mc stories. I read and enjoyed all his works. However, I really felt
he missed the boat with his
entry on Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock. No induction shown and it
was a bit short. So, I have
decided to take it upon myself to correct that
problem. Now,
unfortunately, the movie I describe
is mere fiction. As far as I know, no plans to hook Julia and Sandra
up on screen have occurred.
However, we can dream, can’t we? This is a bit longer than most of
my tales so hang tight. A
special note of thanks to KMB for letting me use a couple of his
characters (read his own cool
stories to find out which.) And MAW, wherever you are, here’s one
for you Enjoy.

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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.

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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 lightsaber 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…jeans…”
*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 singed 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.”
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