Grace Maverick’s first film was a massive hit. Viewers were already amped after seeing the trailers, but once the movie went to the initial reviewers, it spread across the country like wildfire. A part of Grace felt so thrilled - after all, this was what she wanted her entire life. Widespread fame and acknowledgment of her acting talents. She was now as widely revered as some of her castmates. Her agent had to sort through all sorts of fan mail for her. The massive bonus she earned upon the film’s release wasn’t bad, either.
        All in all, Grace should have been ecstatic. And she would have been – if she could remember a single thing from the production.
        Grace remembered walking into a room of her fellow actors, feeling small and unseen in their presence. Her co-star, Vivianna Halifax, invited Grace to sit next to her. Grace’s heart stopped at that moment – she was a huge fan of Vivianna’s. In fact, during Grace’s time at acting school, she had a photo of Vivianna on her wall to inspire her. It felt unreal when Grace received the invite to be Vivianna’s co-star. Grace took the offer and sat next to Vivianna. She tried her hardest not to look totally starstruck.
        Grace began to read her lines. The debilitating imposter syndrome crushed her soul, but she kept going, eventually flowing into the script. It helped that Grace’s personality was so much like the character she portrayed.
        Then Vivianna started reading her lines.
        That was the last thing Grace remembered.
        Grace stood around awkwardly at the party, accompanied only by her agent. All around, she saw the folks she spent the past months working with -- fellow actors, producers, editors, and... Vivianna. The older actress saw Grace blatantly staring her way, and winked towards the smaller girl. Grace froze, all the blood draining from her face within an instant. Before she could say anything to Vivianna, she felt herself getting pulled away by her agent.
The next hour was a flurry of compliments, catch-ups with the post production team, and talk on how excited they were to see the movie. Grace felt excited too. Excited, but nervous. How did she do? Did she really do *that* good of a job, or were people just being kind to her? Grace had a pit in her stomach, having the vague feeling that maybe her performance *wasn't* that good if she couldn't remember a damn thing. She felt like she was seeing her own movie for the first time.
Maybe this was how all new actors felt, though.
When folks complimented Grace, they specifically commented -- usually -- on how seamlessly Grace and Vivianna's relationship developed. How believable it was. Well, she couldn't entirely take those compliments as hearsay -- after all, Vivianna was Grace's massive crush. Grace must have felt more romantic around her. At least, she thought.
Grace hung around for a while, waiting for anyone else to chat her up. Before she knew it, though, people started ushering into the theater. Grace's agent took her into the theater, pointing her to her seat. "I'm not able to join you in the viewing," her agent, Lacy, explained. "I have to talk to the press for a bit. They're hounding the security folks at the front door."
Grace forced a smile. "Okay, Lacy, see you around." Lacy bowed politely before the two parted ways. Grace descended the stairs of the dim theater, finding her seat with relative ease. They were the most comfortable chairs she had even sat in. Grace felt so comfortable she almost forgot all her worries -- almost.
"Well, hello, dearie," a familiar voice piped up. Grace squealed, and whipped her head around. She hadn't even noticed Vivianna was sitting right next to her.
Vivianna was more gorgeous in person than she looked on TV. Her age showed on her skin, but she definitely aged like fine wine. Her body looked in tip-top shape, almost like a supermodel. Her long, brown curly hair descended down her back past her shoulders; it always looked as if she just got it styled an hour before. And that wasn't even mentioning her immaculately done makeup. Even Grace's makeup artist never quite reached that mark of perfection. Grace wasn't jealous in any way, though. She just felt super, super gay. After all, Grace had almost exclusively liked older people all of her adult life.
Grace composed herself in Vivianna's presence, and sat back to enjoy the movie - or at least try to. She stuffed her face full of buttery popcorn. God, the theater's popcorn was so good. And now that she wasn't in any kind of role, her agent couldn't lecture her about leaving favorite snacks out of her diet.
"Don't look so tense, dear," Vivianna chuckled, wrapping a reassuring arm around Grace's shoulder. "You were utterly phenomenal. The best actress' debut I've seen in recent years."
"B-but..." Grace stammered. "Why can't I remember anything?"
"It's nerves, darling," Vivianna responded coyly. "It happens to all of us. Don't worry - you'll remember everything once you see it."
She vaguely remembered her role in the movie. She didn't come in until a bit later, being the main character's best friend. 'Gosh, why is everyone saying I did such a good job here?' Grace stuffed her hands with her head. "Look at all those lines I messed up!' But shortly after she was introduced, Vivianna's character came up next. This was where Grace *really* couldn't remember anything.
Shortly after Grace's introduction, the main character left, leaving Grace and Vivianna alone. Grace looked noticeably uncomfortable, which felt weird to her. Vivianna's character had a cruel, calculating smile on her face, almost a wicked grin. Vivianna opened her mouth--
"You don't have to stand," she whispered. Grace's eyes widened.
The next words she spoke hit Vivianna like a truck.
"You can fall for me."
Grace's mind hit the breaks, and then started accelerating in a different direction. Grace held onto the arms of the chair as a myriad of various sensations washed over her one after the other -- confusion, fear, discontentment, attachment, and then -- arousal.
The new actress flushed a deep red, grateful no one could see her in the dim light. Grace took the opportunity to squirm her legs together. She couldn't weather how horny she felt all of a sudden. The memories came rushing back to her. The way Vivianna spoke to her at every filming session, her "practice" sessions, her making Grace unable to forget her or her luscious voice. Grace watched in horror as Vivianna kept speaking an induction -- as Grace's eyelids fluttered shut -- as her body fell slack -- as Vivianna put her hands on Grace's body. Grace squirmed on the couch in the same exact way she was now squirming on the theater seat.
 "Oh, I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to remind you," Vivianna's hand clutched Grace's shoulder possessively. Grace's body was frozen. "I took some... creative liberties during the filming."
"Y-you..." Grace tried to hide the indecency in her voice - the way she wanted to be used by Vivianna right then and there. "You hypnotized me?"
Vivianna scratched Grace's shoulder. "Yes, dear," she responded. "I hypnotized you for real."
"Why?" Grace hissed. She felt so betrayed, so lost and confused. She... she knew some actresses were different in person, but she wouldn't have guessed the polite, gentle, admirable Vivianna would do such a thing.
"Why?" Vivianna repeated mockingly, pityingly. "You were so nervous, dear. I thought a little bit of entrancement could help calm you down quite a bit. Besides, I love toying with a young, naive actress. They're just so easy to..." She reached for Grace's hair and tugged on it. That touch felt like fire, and Grace had to hold in a moan. "Manipulate."
Based on Grace's adorable reactions, she could guess pretty easily *what* Vivianna hypnotized her to do. It was nigh impossible to hide how much she wanted to be used, toyed with, fucked like a plaything. Watching herself feel the same way on the screen... watching the way she looked up at Vivianna with adoringly wide eyes. There was no question about it - Vivianna hypnotized her to be needy, horny, and dependent.
"Keep watching the movie, dear," Vivianna urged, still toying with Grace's hair. "I think my favorite part is coming up soon."
Grace whimpered, nodded, and turned back to the screen. She couldn't just stand up and leave - what would the press think of that? Grace tried to keep herself grounded. Trying to let the wave of pleasure wash over her, Grace inhaled and exhaled slowly, making her ways through the motions of denying herself. She had no choice.
And then Vivianna said something to Grace, on the screen, whispering in her ear--
"Arise."
The trigger was still locked in her head. Grace held in a gasp as her arousal cranked up to 11. She was all but at the edge of orgasm right now. It felt so hard to bear, and she knew that there was much more of the movie left - god, why were movies always 2 hours these days? It took every atom in Grace's body to stay seated. To remain composed. She tried to shoot a dirty look Vivianna's way - she couldn't even manage that.
Grace was possessed. Her mind was a collection to Vivianna.
"Don't be so tense," Vivianna whispered. Her hand trailed down Grace's body, by her waist as Grace pleaded for the pleasure to go away. Vivianna's hand reached Grace's leg, gently grabbing it, making its way towards her inner thighs. Grace held her breath. She couldn't even breathe without sounding like some common whore. "You're not able to do anything right now."
Grace lightly shook her head. "I... I have to..."
Another word Vivianna uttered on the screen echoed through the room. "Stay put." The words were whispered, but they felt shouted to Grace's ears. Both Grace and her character on the screen froze solid. Her jaw hung open. She couldn't pleasure herself, she could barely breathe, and she certainly couldn't stop Grace's hands from going higher up her legs. Dangerously close to her panties.
"You don't have to do anything," Vivianna smiled. "You just have to sit here. That's all."
The next hour and 30 minutes felt like the longest year of her life.
~~
The second the movie ended and the credits lit up, Grace pulled herself up and ran out of the room. She pushed through people, trying to get out of Vivianna's sight as quickly as humanly possible. For a moment, Grace looked back. Vivianna's eyes were still locked on her. The same cruel smile hung around on her face, curling wider by the second. Grace focused on the task at hand and made her way back to the lobby.
Much to her chagrin, the lobby was crowded with press people from various news outlets, magazines, and celebrity gossip columns. Grace felt a migraine coming on. She had enough problems as was. She didn't need to deal with the press as well.
Grace was stuck in between two options - go to the bathroom and 'work' her pleasure off, or bow out of the venue and take the first limo home. Before she could truly weigh her options, she felt the light of a camera snap surrounding her.
"Miss Maverick!" Ugh. Grace recognized that voice. Ally Kylie -- the chief of the worst "hot goss" magazine in existence. "If I may have a moment of your time--" 'You may not,' Grace wanted to interject-- "Can I ask you your secret for your immense success on your movie?"
Grace desperately looked around, trying to find her agent. Ah, fuck, she was busy answering questions on Grace's behalf -- somewhere else. "Um... well, it was, um, just a matter of deep breathing and envisioning myself in the role." That was a good *enough* answer. It wouldn't give the press too much to go off of, which was an excellent thing.
Unfortunately, Ally Kylie wasn't so quick to let Grace go. After she jotted some notes down, the questions raged on. "I see, I see, and what did you do to so effortlessly present a lovingly possessive relationship with Miss Halifax?"
'Get relentlessly manipulated, that's what.'
"You two wouldn't happen to be an item, would you?"
Grace flushed red. "Of course not--"
"Excuse me," the hairs of Grace's skin stood up as the aforementioned Miss Halifax walked behind her. She placed two firm hands on Grace's shoulders, holding her still in place. "I'm sorry, but Gracie here is quite exhausted."
'Gracie.' Grace felt like she was going to instinctively slug the grin off of Vivianna's face.
"You see, she's a first time actress," Vivianna continued. "She hasn't talked to the press before. I believe she needs someone more... experienced to coach her on how to answer your questions."
"But--" Ally Kylie wanted to keep going, but Vivianna only left her with a wink her way as she dragged a reluctant Grace away. "C-come back later, please, I have more questions!"
Grace rolled her eyes, and murmured a "no thank you."
Vivianna grabbed Grace's shoulders, almost grabbing onto her neck. "She's quite the intrusive reporter, isn't she?"
"You don't get to talk about 'intrusive'," Grace growled.
Vivianna chuckled. "Oh, are you still mad at me for hypnotizing you for realsies? I think you'll enjoy my changes."
"U-undo them now!" Grace whispered firmly. She didn't want the press to overhear her -- she didn't need more problems on her plate. "P-please. I don't know what you were planning to do with me, but -- but I'm not the one you're looking for. I... please, just--"
Vivianna didn't seem so keen on letting Grace finish. The taller, older actress got close to Grace and whispered--
"You can fall for me."
And just like that, Grace fell. She was about to fall into the comforting void of trance, her head falling over, before Vivianna touched a finger under it, and held her up. Only barely. "Not all the way," Vivianna smirked. "Just fall enough that you will obey my every command."
Distantly, Grace wanted to protest, but all she could murmur was a drowsy "yes."
Vivianna chuckled. "There you go. Now, the bartender here is one of my favorites. Let's get us some drinks... shall we?"
Grace nodded, not that her input mattered -- Vivianna was already dragging her over to the bar. Vivianna sat down on the tall barstool, patting the seat next to her. Grace sighed dreamily. Gosh... Vivianna was so nice... Why did she remember being angry earlier? It didn't matter. She could go for a mocktail. Grace didn't drink, and she made that well known to her crew mates and to the press.
She got up on the barstool. Her eyes were still blankly staring ahead. Luckily, her agent seemed to take over answering questions for her. Though, Grace did see a few camera snaps towards her and Vivianna. That was fine... at least, she thought.
Eventually, the bartender came on over. "A bloody mary for me," Vivianna ordered gently. "And a virgin melon mimosa for her."
Hehe. Virgin. Grace certainly didn't feel like one of those. The bartender nodded silently, and went away to mix those drinks. Grace shook her head, trying to ground herself. She felt like she should have been doing something... something important. "You're so cute when you're all sleepy, dear," Vivianna chuckled. She wrapped an arm around her skinny waist, and began teasing the area around her boob. "You'll feel better after a drink. Alcohol makes everything better."
"But..." Grace furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't drink..."
"Oh, I know," Vivianna grinned. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you feel what you need to feel."
Before Grace could ask any tranced-out questions, the bartender came back, both of their drinks in hand. He set them down, then swung around to take care of the other actresses and crew members. Vivianna took a sip of her drink. Grace merely stared down at hers. "But... there's no alcohol... right?"
"Of course not. I ordered a virgin drink for you. But--" Vivianna pulled Grace in. "That doesn't mean you won't *feel* the alcohol in it."
"What do you... never mind." Grace felt too tired to ask questions. She picked up the glass, put it to her lips, and slowly sipped it. Wow, it was the best drink she'd ever had. She still wasn't entirely certain it was alcohol free, as she felt some kind of extra sensation hit her hard. Dizziness controlled her body, and Vivianna helped keep her steady. She was so kind...
"You see," Vivianna began to explain. "I'm your mentor here. Your partner in filming, girlie. And I'm helping you out. See, it's so overwhelming, you know? Your first after-party... you must understand, Gracie, I'm here to help you. And I know what will help you -- keeping you in this blissed out, entranced state of mind you love so much. Bearing you as my possession."
Something about all that sounded wrong. But Grace couldn't complain or fight back, so she just nodded.
        "You don't have to worry about anything," Vivianna continued. Her hand reached down through Grace's dress and began lightly stroking her panties with her thumb. Grace whimpered and squirmed in the seat, trying to hide her cute gasps. "You never have. After all, you're such a good actress. And a good actress like you should be able to cover your pleasure up while I play with you. After all, you wouldn't like the press to see anything, would you?"
Grace wanted to respond, but instead she just opted for shaking her head. There was no reason to let the press see this. Normally, she wouldn't have wanted to talk to anyone during afterparties -- not castmates, not press, not even her agent. But she was powerless against Vivianna. Vivianna had her hypnotized long, long ago, and Grace wasn't going to be able to get out of her grasp anytime soon. Not that Grace minded. Not like that fact even registered in her head.
All Grace could think was 'yes, yes, more, please, more...'
"Exactly," Vivanna pressed down harder onto Grace's dripping cunt. Grace used all her power to hide a particularly horny gasp. "You're going to stay like this for me, Gracie. You're going to stay nice and entranced for the remainder of the night. You're going to do as I say, believe as I say, and worship me and my every command. I'll be your Goddess, the one getting you through this intense, passionate night. I'm *covering* for you, Gracie - I'm doing a kind thing for you, and you should be grateful. Mm?"
Grace nodded. She could barely even see straight ahead -- all she could process was Vivianna's words. Vivianna picked up her drink and held it to Grace's lips. Grace kept drinking. With every sip, she fell further in pseudo-intoxication, further into Vivianna's possessive grasp.
"Look at you. Trying so hard. I don't think anyone can notice, luckily. No one except me, of course. I know you, Grace - I know how naturally horny you are. You're always just ready to go, ready to get fucked by a hot older lady. Ready to obey and follow. That's just you, all the time. You may think you're headstrong, passionate, dedicated; but you and I both know it's just an act. Deep down, your only two goals are to be hypnotized and be used as a sex toy."
Grace furrowed her eyebrows. That didn't sound *quite* right - sex wasn't a high priority in Grace's life. Even when Grace did date, it was far from the first thing she'd look for in a partner. In fact, Grace couldn't even remember the last time she'd had sex or done anything similar. The last time before tonight, anyways.
But why hadn't she? Vivianna was right, after all. If she was saying it, then it was true. Grace's only priority right now was to make it through the night *while* getting fucked by Vivianna. A part of Grace didn't even care if anyone could see them. Let the press talk - Grace was right where she needed to be.
"Good girl," Vivianna chuckled. "You're so obedient and complacent. I'm so glad we were paired together. It's no wonder we worked so perfectly." Vivianna downed the rest of her drink, and then silently commanded Grace to do the same thing. "Now, let's go back. I'm sure we're going to get a *lot* of questions. You don't need to worry - I have experience with this."
Vivianna dragged Grace up to her feet. Grace could barely walk, but she followed Vivianna's steps. Vivianna kept Grace locked to her arm, and already they got a ton of stares. Soon enough, camera people swarmed them, the questions beginning to come one after another.
"Miss Halifax! Please tell me what was the secret to getting along so seamlessly with Miss Maverick!" One reporter demanded.
"Miss Halifax, what was the most challenging part of acting out your dark, yet lovey-dovey relationship with Miss Maverick?"
"Vivianna--" Vivianna's face scrunched up -- she must have not liked it when press referred to her by her first name. Even Grace could gather that. "What do you think made you get along so well with Grace?" Even the hairs on Grace's skin stood up. "Was it her impressive looks? Her luscious voice? Her incredible curves? Or perhaps her bright personality?"
Okay, that guy had a disturbing celebrity crush, for sure.
The questions turned to Grace.
"Miss Maverick, how was your first time on a big-screen film? Did you have a secret to your impressive acting?"
"Uhhh... I..." Grace tried to set her mind straight. She begged herself to think. "Um... well, when you're very horny--"
"Excuse her." Vivianna stepped in to immediately save Grace's life. "She's very tired. Tends to happen with first time actresses. Why don't I answer the questions for Miss Maverick, as well?"
The press folks seemed confused, but willing to abide to Vivianna's request. Grace meekly hid behind Vivianna. She couldn't stop looking up at the older actress, though. She was just so gorgeous, so hypnotizing. Grace felt weak and powerless, but she could not rip her eyes away. She didn't want to. In the chaos of questions directed to Vivianna, some of them snuck away to quietly snap a few photos of Grace. Specifically, the way Grace looked up to Vivianna.
They tried to do so in secret - not that Grace would notice - but Vivianna stopped a question to interject.
"Excuse me," she asked indignantly, "what in the world are you doing?"
One of the camera people froze upon hearing Vivianna's stern, impatient voice. "Ah, I was simply grabbing a few pictures of Miss Maverick! Please do not mind me, it's simply my job."
Vivianna smirked. "Well, if it's your job, don't you think it would be better to take some photos of Grace *and* I? I mean, isn't the most juicy thing here the way she's looking up at me? Look at her eyes - she's entirely enamored with me. It's like filming Vinyl never stopped!" she giggled. "Wouldn't you agree? Wouldn't that be a better story than a meek actress looking up at just anyone?"
As Vivianna spoke, the reporters began hastily writing down her every word. They tried their damndest to keep up with her words. Vivianna seemed to be intentionally setting up Grace for disaster... right? No, she wouldn't do that. But then again, the cameras began to flash so often that they began to feel blinding to Grace. She couldn't keep up with them all.
Somehow, every time a camera flashed, she would feel herself wake up temporarily, only to immediately go back down into trance. With the speed of the cameras going off one after another, Grace's mind felt as if it were melting into jelly. She would get brought up and back down so rapidly that it began to fractionate her. That the flashes alone hypnotized her even deeper than Vivianna had.
Grace closed her eyes, trying to focus. Even with her eyes closed, she could still barely see the flashes through her eyelids. There was no escape. As soon as they began to slow down, an unknown voice spoke up.
"Hey! Miss Maverick!" The voice was a hushed whisper, as if she didn't want Vivianna to notice her. Grace weakly turned her head.
"Yeah-huh?" She asked drowsily. "Can I like, um, answer a question for you?"
The reporter smirked sadistically. Grace didn't notice. "Well, I just wanted to ask flat out: are you and Vivianna a couple?"
Grace blinked. She tried her hardest to focus on the question. Another couple of reporters came behind the first one, eager to know the answer as well. After all, why wouldn't they? Vivianna and Grace sure *looked* like a couple; they even looked like a couple close and risky enough to do public play, during something like a press event.
She tried to answer the best she could. The 'best' she could was, "yeah, like, Vivianna is sooooo hot. I want her to, like, do things to me," Grace giggled.
"Yeah?" The reporter's eyes went wide. Their notepads were out as if they were weapons. They all had shark-like grins. "Go on. What kinds of things?"
Grace sighed wistfully. That was an easy-ish question. "I want her to like, melt my brain, and keep me hypnotized all the time. She's, like, so good at it. I'm just so happy she was paired with me. I want her to... to just make me dumb and keep me here, like, all the time."
The reporters nodded, urging her to go on. At this point, Grace was sure that Vivianna saw them and just decided to do nothing. That didn't stop Grace's indecent answers. "I want her to play with my body too, that'd be so hot. It'd be so hot to just be in front of her knees and doing whatever she wants me to do. Um, that's like, the hottest thing ever to me," she giggled.
One of the reporters eventually caught onto something being wrong. "Excuse me, Miss Maverick, are you sure everything is okay? You're acting very strangely, and--"
"Oh, don't mind her," Vivianna finally interjected. She turned away from whoever she was speaking to then and put a hand on Grace's shoulder. That touch felt electric, and made Grace jump in her skin. "She's had a bit too much to drink. I think she needs a bit of time to 'sober up'. Wouldn't you agree, Gracie?"
"Well, uh, whatever you say," Grace responded with a dopey smile.
Vivianna nodded. "Excuse us, please." She dragged Grace away back to the bar, where luckily none of the press were allowed to get to them. No, Vivianna didn't drag her to the bar, she dragged her past it and to... a secluded-ish corner.
Grace still felt lost and confused, but at least she had Vivianna's voice to guide her. That was all she needed.
"Don't worry, my sweet plaything," Vivianna chuckled. "No one will bother you here. The press aren't supposed to cross these lines. You can just sit here and be tranced out and stupid while I answer questions for you. Okay?"
"Y-yes," Grace nodded with a gasp. "M-may I, um, well, y'know--"
Vivianna laughed heartily and played with Grace's hair. "Yes, Gracie. You may pleasure yourself. You're not going to be able to do much else, you know. Why don't you just try to be discreet about it? You wouldn't want to cause too much of a scene, as earlier."
Grace giggled. "Okay, Miss Vivianna, thank you very much."
Vivianna grabbed a handful of her hair. "And don't forget," she let Grace go, and began walking away. "To always keep your eyes on me. You wouldn't want to forget who exactly is controlling you."
"Mhmm!" Grace nodded happily. As soon as Vivianna left, Grace huddled in the corner and knelt down. She looked left and right, and then kept her eyes locked on Vivianna. She was so hot. So pretty. So gorgeous. All Grace wanted was for Vivianna to take her home and use her body in every imaginable way. Without even noticing, that thought made Grace's hand slide down her waist, up her dress, and into her panties.
Grace huffed heavily. God, she was so fucking horny it was unbelievable. Just the mere thought of getting even lightly touched by Vivianna was enough to get her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers quickly became soaked with her juices. She needed more. She needed Vivianna, but this was going to have to suffice for now. Grace slid her first two digits in, and began circling her clit with her thumb. Normally, at home, she would have gotten out her magic wand -- named Darling -- and just went to town. But, at the very least, she could introduce Vivianna to that at a later point.
Her eyes stayed focused on Vivianna. Her pupils were dilated to the size of dinner plates. Keeping her eyes fixated on Vivianna kept her in trance, and trance made her happy, and being happy made her look even harder at Vivianna. Grace was in a state of total bliss.
She kept going. On and on, she pleasured herself in every possible way she could. She was lucky the bar was obscuring her from everyone, but not so much that she couldn't keep her eyes locked on Vivianna. Grace looked at every detail of Vivianna's body. Specifically, her *hands*. She could only imagine what Vivianna could do with her hands. Her legs, too... Grace dreamed of worshiping her; her thighs, her waist, even--
Grace briefly snapped out of it as she saw a shadow pass her. Immediately, Grace gathered herself and moved to her feet. She sighed in relief -- it was just one of her crew mates. And she didn't happen to see Grace, either.
In any case, it was enough to prove that Grace wasn't in a truly private area. There was no way she could risk someone seeing her. She was sure Vivianna wouldn't mind if she went out to grab some air... there wouldn't be anyone outside, and then Vivianna would scoop her up and take her home. All to do who-knows-what with her.
Discreetly, and with her eyes on Vivianna the whole time, Grace snuck out of the venue. No one caught her. She sighed in relief. Now, back to getting herself off, and daydreaming about...
Vivianna.
Suddenly, Grace began to realize what was going on. Vivianna had taken advantage of her. She kept her hypnotized and entranced for her own pleasure. It took a while for Grace to work through the mental fog of remembering none of this was of Grace's wishes. Oh, no. She embarrassed herself in front of *everyone*. Who knew what the press was going to say after Grace gave that horny, indecent spiel?
Grace's breathing grew heavy. With Vivianna no longer in her presence, she had to get back home. Back to where she was safe and could plan what the hell to do next.
She pulled out her phone and dialed the limo line. "Hello, this is Grace Maverick, I need a limo for--"
Her arm was grabbed, and the phone fell out of her hands. Hanging up on itself. Grace turned around with horror to see Vivianna towering above her. Vivianna still had that same gentle, mocking smile on her face, and it was only tenfold as terrifying now.
"L-let go of me!" Grace demanded. "Please! I just want to go home!"
"And why?" Vivianna gripped Grace's arm tighter. Her touch still felt so good, so hot, but... Grace had to power through it. She couldn't handle any more embarrassment, not at her fellow actress' command. "You were having so much fun in there, dearie. Why did you leave?" The look in Vivianna's eyes shifted. Grace felt her blood turn to ice. "Without my permission?"
"I... I..." Grace closed her eyes. "I don't *need* your permission! I *need* to get home!" Those words felt like lies. Grace knew they weren't, but they sure felt that way.
She struggled out of Vivianna's grasp, and eventually let herself free. Very thankfully, Grace had the upper hand on Vivianna in terms of physical strength. Grace was about to pick up her phone and run off, not caring if anyone caught her, before--
"Fall for me."
"No--"
Grace stopped. She tried her hardest to keep herself up, to keep her focus. But her mind was clouded with a thick fog. The small, willful actress tried to hold her mind and consciousness steady. "Need to... go..."
"No," Vivianna smiled behind Grace. Grace could physically feel her smile. "You don't need to do anything but fall for me."
The trance was twice as hard to shake off. Grace held a molecule of herself in her hands. She wouldn't give in. She couldn't. She spent too much of her life making herself an independent woman and getting to where she was. She was *not* about to be dependent on anyone -- not Vivianna.
"Come on," Vivianna snickered. "Only one more, and you'll be gone."
"N...no..."
"Don't resist it, Gracie. You're so much happier being a blissed-out trance slut than anything else. After all, you should have seen yourself in there -- you were absolutely phenomenal, dearie. That'll be your job from now on. You're going to be my arm candy, and do exactly as I say. You will be my toy."
Grace weakly stumbled backwards, still trying to leave.
"Let's finalize this," Vivianna said. "Fall for me."
This time, Grace couldn't resist anymore. She gasped and panted as the hypnosis took effect in her mind once again. Grace remembered feeling upset, but she couldn't remember what.
She looked up at Vivianna and smiled dreamily. Oh, thank goodness Vivianna was here! She would help Grace get back home. And maybe she'd even do those lewd things Grace was fantasizing about earlier. How could Grace not want anything but that? How could she not want to be anything but Vivianna's trance slut?
"There you go," Vivianna chuckled. "Let's call my personal limo driver - he's seen it all, so he won't mind."
"Okay," Grace giggled. "That sounds fun."
"Oh, it will be. Especially when you *arise*--" Grace gasped as the arousal took effect, "--and get on your knees in front of me. Doing with your mouth what I tell of you."
Grace giggled and obliged the second they got in the limo. This was perfectly fine, to her. She couldn't think about why she'd want anything else.