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Archive name: hunt.txt (MF, mc, celeb)
Authors name: KMB (KMB_76@yahoo.com)
Story title : Helen Hunt Get's Cabled

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Helen Hunt Gets Cabled (MC, MF, celeb)
By KMB (KMB_76@yahoo.com)


"Of course it meant something to me," Nick said into 
the phone.  He was talking  to a brunette named 
Kimberly, but it could have been any woman.  Nick was 
on automatic pilot for this part of the conversation, 
and it didn't really matter which woman he was talking 
to.

"So what, were you never intending to call me again or 
something?'" an emotional Kimberly asked from the other 
end.  "You haven't even talked to me in two days.  A 
nice 'How ya doing, Kim' would have been nice."

"C'mon Kim," Nick replied, "I had fun and I know you 
had fun, so why take it any deeper.  I'm not looking 
for anything serious right now and I didn't think you'd 
want to get bogged down in a mess."

"So you were just going to pretend I didn't exist, is 
that your line of thinking here Nick?" Kimberly asked, 
"I just don't understand you.  You spent months trying 
to date me and all that effort was just so you could 
get a chance to fuck me?"

Nick had been in her face for what seemed like forever, 
trying to get her to go out with him until she finally 
gave in.  Of course like a kid with a toy, once he had 
her he lost interest quick.  It made no sense, but it 
was Nick's way.

"Don't take it so personal, Kim," Nick contended, "We 
had fun, let's just leave it at that.  We can still be 
friends, you know."

"Fuck you!" Kimberly spat at him through the phone, 
"You are such an asshole!  I can't believe I even let 
you talk to me, much less let you stick your pencil 
length dick inside me!"

With that Kimberly slammed down the phone, leaving an 
unsurprised Nick to get back to his work.  He'd had 
that conversation with so many different women over the 
years that he was only surprised when it took them that 
long to hang up on him.

Sure it would seem strange to people that Nick had 
spent all those weeks trying to score a date with 
Kimberly only to dump her right away.  He'd called or 
visited her every day and had even spent a small 
fortune on flowers and other gifts to convince her to 
say yes.  But this was the way he was with all his 
girlfriends and Nick made no apologies for that.  In 
fact he rather enjoyed this aspect of his personality.  
Nick thought of himself as a kind of hunter and, like 
any hunter, he didn't have the desire to spend a lot of 
time cuddling with his prey after catching it.

One could say that Nick subscribed to a philosophy that 
was a throwback to the 1980's.  He was a real "love em 
and leave em" type of guy and he had no qualms about 
that.  As long as he wasn't the one getting hurt, there 
would be no problem.  And by following this philosophy 
Nick never got hurt.

Was this a bad attitude to have?  Absolutely, Nick 
reasoned.  But he didn't care.  Relation-ships were 
just a contest to see who was going to get hurt first. 
So he did what he had to do to make sure he was always 
the dumper and never the dumped.

"Am I interrupting something?" a voice asked from 
outside Nick's office.  He looked up and his boss, 
Teddy Stavaros standing before him.

"No I was just finishing up some business," Nick 
answered.

"Kimberly?" Teddy inquired.

"She's a vapor trail," Nick replied with a smile.

"I swear man," Teddy declared. "You are cruising for a 
killer bruising on the Karma Scale of life."

"I'll worry about that in my next lifetime," Nick shot 
back, "What'cha got for me?"

"Got a service call," Teddy answered, "And I thought 
you might want to handle this one yourself."

"Oh come on Teddy," Nick sighed, "I'm in management 
here now, I don't go out on service calls."

"I think you'll like this one," Teddy promised.

"All right, where is it?" Nick asked.  He was a 
satellite technician, which wasn't as he often had to 
point out, the same as a cable repairman.  He wasn't 
some guy with a tool belt and his ass hanging out of 
his jeans.	Nick was a qualified satellite dish 
technician and he had the know how to prove it.  There 
wasn't any type of electrical problem he couldn't fix.

"See for yourself," Teddy said as he placed the service 
card on Nick's desk.

A quick look at the card caused Nick to almost do an 
exaggerated double take.  Helen Hunt called in the 
service request!

The object of Nick's deepest and darkest fantasies was
in need of his assistance.  He was being given an all
access, EZ pass, golden ticket invitation to the house
of his number one lust object!  It was almost too much
for him to comprehend all at once.

"I thought you'd like that," Teddy remarked.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Nick demanded, "Because if 
it is you are going to get such an immense ass kicking 
that there won't be any way to identify the body."

"Relax, Nick," Teddy replied, "This is a real honest to 
God service request. But since you don't handle those 
anymore, I guess I could give it to one of the new 
guys."

"Oh I think I can handle this one," Nick stated with a 
wide grin crossing his face.

"Good, then get moving," Teddy instructed.

"This is unbelievable," Nick said as he gathered up his 
stuff and headed to his car.  It was close enough to 
all his fantasies coming true for him to even meet 
Helen Hunt.  Now, as he drove toward Helen's house, 
could he be so bold for hoping the entire fantasy could 
turn into reality?

Many of Nick's "service requests"  usually ended with 
him servicing something other than the satellite dish.  
He'd lost count of the times he'd ended up fucking some 
bored Beverly Hills trophy wife.  Hell it was how he 
met half of his women.

To Nick it didn't matter if they were married or 
single, 35 or 19, as long as they were female and hot.  
If they were then he would turn on that special charm 
of his and soon enough unnecessary impediments such as 
clothes would be cast aside and sexual activity would 
commence with full force.  Sure it sounded like 
something out of a Penthouse letter, the lonely woman 
and the repair guy, but Nick wasn't complaining.  Now 
if only he could get Helen into a position like that.

Mad About You had been damn near unwatchable these past 
few years with that annoying baby, but there remained 
no more loyal viewer than Nick.  Helen was that 
beautiful to him.  He would see anything she was in.

Ordinarily a moving story about dealing with the 
aftermath of paralysis wouldn't have been high on 
Nick's "to see" list.  But he had the videotape, 
laserdisc, and DVD copies of The Waterdance.  And it 
was all because of those wonderful nude scenes 
featuring Helen's gorgeous breasts.

Nick had always been very vocal about his desire to, as 
he put it, "get a piece of some celebrity pussy," but 
this boasting had been more the result of late night 
alcohol fueled conversation than anything else.  Now 
Nick had  the chance to make it all happen.  All he had 
to do was say the right things, be his usual charming 
self, and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get a more 
up close and personal look at Helen's breasts, not to 
mention every other inch of her body.

With his thoughts running wild it was no surprise that 
Nick's cock was quickly getting hard.  As he saw 
Helen's address approaching, he then tried to compose 
himself.  He didn't want to get to her front door with 
his erection about to explode from his jeans.  That 
wouldn't have gotten things up on the right foot.

Finally Nick was able to calm himself on the outside, 
even as adrenaline and excitement surged through his 
insides.  Somehow he managed to keep himself steady as 
he reached out and rang the bell.

"Hi!  You must be the satellite guy," Helen brightly 
said as she opened the door, "Come on in."  She was 
dressed in jean cut offs and a white T-shirt, an outfit 
that was doing nothing to calm Nick's raging desires.
"Yeah, I'm Nick," he said as he entered.

"I'm Helen," the actress said as she extended her hand.  

Steve shook it lightly, almost passing out from 
anticipation as their skin touched.

"Oh I know who you are, Ms. Hunt," Nick stammered, "I'm 
just a huge fan."

"Well if you're such a big fan then you can call me 
Helen, Nick," Helen assured him, "C'mon I'll show you 
what the problem is." With that, Helen led Nick to
where her television was.

They chatted about this and that on the way, but 
Nick couldn't remember what he said.  He was too busy 
concentrating on the sexy curve of her ass in those 
jean shorts she was wearing.  Of course that was when 
he wasn't drooling over her legs or focusing on the 
outline of her bra beneath her white shirt.  All he 
wanted to do was just lay her down and tear off all of 
her clothes.  If only she knew what she was doing to 
him!

"I'm just having a little trouble with the reception 
and I certainly didn't want to fool around with it 
myself," Helen explained as she and Nick arrived at 
their destination, "I'm a bit of a klutz when it comes 
to electronics.  I didn't want Hank to come back and 
find a broken television."

At the mention of her boyfriend, Nick bristled a little 
bit but he didn't show it.  He really didn't want to 
hear about her boyfriend, it distracted him from the 
fantasies he was busy having about Helen bent over as 
he fucked her doggie style.  But there wasn't any 
reason for Nick not to be polite, besides a little 
sugar here might get him a sweet treat later.

"Yeah, where is he?" Nick asked, "I'm a big fan of his.  
Apu is my favorite Simpson's character."

"Really?" Helen asked, "I'm a bigger Chief Wiggum fan 
myself.  I'll pass that along though.  He's filming a 
movie right now.  I haven't seen him in over a week and 
I really miss him when he's gone that long. He'll be 
back in five days for a visit." 

This is getting better, Nick thought as he went to work 
on seeing what the problem was.  Helen was lonely and 
might easier be coaxed into some quality naked time.  
He had the cure for what ailed her all right.

The problem was as easy to fix as Nick had assumed it 
would be.  Celebrities were many things but they 
certainly weren't bright about simple problems. Helen's 
reception problem was easily adjusted by moving her 
dish a mere inch to the left.	She could have done it 
without Nick's help, but that would have caused her to 
actually do some real work.  Besides Nick wasn't 
complaining about being able to spend time with his 
object of desire.  And now that he was finished with 
the work, it was time for some serious play.

"All finished, Helen," Nick announced as he went back 
into her entertainment room.

"Great what do I owe you?" Helen asked.

"Nah, forget it," Nick answered, "It's on the house."

"Oh I can't let you do that," Helen protested.

"Sure you can," Nick insisted, it was his experience 
that women were more amorous if they were grateful for 
something.  "I barely broke a sweat up there and any 
time I'd charge you for was more than paid by the fact 
that I got to meet you."

"I have to give you something," Helen declared.

"Well actually, there is one thing..." Nick began as he 
walked toward her shelf.  He needed an "in" to more 
conversation with Helen and this was as good as 
anything.  Nick got to the shelf and gestured to the 
object he was interested in.

"May I?"  he asked.

"Oh yeah, no problem," Helen said and with that Nick 
picked up one thing he'd never thought he'd be this 
close to in his life, an Academy Award.

"Wow!"  Nick observed, "This thing is heavier than it 
looks."

"Tell me about it." Helen sighed, "I was so flustered 
from actually winning it that I was afraid that I was 
going to drop it right on stage.  I was holding onto it 
tighter than a guard rail on a roller coaster."

Nick laughed a bit at the analogy and examined the 
award more.

"You sure keep this thing polished," Nick said as he 
admired the award's glossy shine.

"Oh yeah," Helen laughed, "I keep polishing the thing 
till it shines.  I'm kind of neurotic about it.  People 
say I'm going to rub the gold right off of it, but I 
can't help it.  In fact I'll probably be at it with 
some polish as soon as you're gone."

"I'll put it down," Nick immediately said, not wanting 
to kill any of his chances.

"No that's ok," Helen reassured him, "I'm just joking.  
But I do love the way it shines.  Don't you Nick?"

"Sure," Nick said as he looked over the shine again, 
his thoughts once again turning to the many things he 
would like to do to Helen.

"I mean really look at it, Nick," Helen said, her voice 
a little harsher than before, "Look at the way the 
light hits off of the shine.  The light goes right into 
your eyes, doesn't it, Nicky?"

Nick was a little put off by her calling him Nicky, a 
name he despised, but he did as she told him.  As he 
stared at the shine, he heard her voice soften again to 
a degree lesser than before even.  It was almost 
soothing the way she talked to him.

"Watch the light hit off it, Nicky.  It just makes it 
almost glow," Helen softly said, "In fact that's what 
it's doing right now, Nicky, it's glowing. It's glowing 
in your hands right now.  You can't help but stare at 
it.  You want to stare at it.  Watch it glow, Nicky.  
Watch it glow."

Nick was starting to get really weirded out by this.  
Perhaps it just wasn't worth it to stay and try and 
fuck Helen.  It was almost too much trouble. Still he 
couldn't help but do as instructed and stare at the 
award.  Amazingly, it did seem to glow in his hands, he 
opened and closed his eyes quick to clear them up, but 
even after he did it was the same. The damn thing was 
actually glowing brightly.

"That's right, Nicky," Helen continued, "You can't help 
but stare at it. Watch it glow Nick.  Watch the light.  
The light is bouncing off the shine now, isn't it, 
Nicky.  It's going right into your eyes.  Keep looking 
at it."

As soon as she said that Nick did feel the glow start 
to shine in his eyes.  It was very bright but he found 
that he couldn't turn away.  He had to keep staring at 
it...so he did.

"Yes, that's a good boy Nicky," Helen said as she moved 
closer to him, "You can feel the glow going into your 
eyes.  It's moving right past your eyes, in fact, it's 
going straight to your brain.  Feel the light go into 
your brain, Nicky.  Feel it invade your mind.  You 
can't do anything to stop it.  You don't even want it 
to stop.  You like feeling this way, it makes you feel 
very, very good.  I'm going to count down from ten, 
Nicky.  And when I'm finished you will be totally under 
my power.  Do you understand?"

Nick found himself saying "yes" even though he didn't 
want to. He wanted to thrown down the Oscar and just 
run away as fast as he could, but he was incapable of 
that.

Instead as he heard Helen count down the numbers he 
felt a great warmth and peace invade his brain.  As 
each number was counted off it got stronger and more 
pleasant until he couldn't wait for her to get to zero.  
And when she finally did, it was with great happiness 
that Nick felt his free will switch off.

An evil grin crept across Helen's face when she saw 
Nick's features go slack.  All day she'd been wracked 
with self-doubt about whether or not this plan was 
going to work.  It had sounded crazy even when she 
thought of it, but it was the best way she could think 
of.  Helen had never tried hypnosis before, but 
obviously she had done well her first time out.

"Can you hear me, Nicky?" Helen asked, and when the 
hypnotized man nodded the actress continued. "Very good 
Nicky.  I want you to repeat after me.  Helen is my 
mistress."

"Helen is my mistress," Nick repeated.

"I am nothing but a lowlife woman hater," Helen stated.  

"I am nothing but a lowlife woman hater," was Nick's 
mindless response.

"I am not worthy of beautiful Helen's attention."

"I am not worthy of beautiful Helen's attention."

"My only desire is to serve beautiful Helen's whims."

"My only desire is to serve beautiful Helen's whims."

"Very good Nicky.  Now come with me," Helen said as she 
took her new slave's hand and led him to her bedroom.  
There he stood motionless as Helen stripped out of her 
clothes.  The shirt came off first, revealing Helen's 
white bra.  That garment hit the floor as the actress 
then stepped out of her sandals.

Helen took her time then, slowly stripping off her 
shorts, tantalizing Nick with the show he wanted so 
badly, but now could not comprehend.  With a smile, 
Helen noticed how wet her pussy had become.  

Hypnotizing Nick had been more arousing than she had 
expected and the front of her panties were soaked 
through. Helen ran a hand over her wetness, making 
herself moan, before she began moving the garment 
slowly down her legs.  The cool air hit Helen's body 
and she felt her nipples stiffen up in arousal.

"What do you think, big stud," Helen asked as Nick's 
unmoving eyes stared at her nude body.  Of course she 
didn't expect an answer, thinking was not part of 
Nick's programming.  Besides what Nick thought was 
irrelevant...this was all about revenge.

Helen remembered the phone calls from her sobbing 
cousin Alexis.  The poor girl had been so happy just a 
few days before because of some new guy she'd met. He'd 
been so handsome and so charming that the girl had 
broken her one steadfast rule, she'd allowed herself to 
be talked into sex on only the first date.  But she had 
really fallen for this guy.

Of course that had only made it harder for her when 
Nick had stopped calling her.  Alexis had been hurt 
many times in the past and this time really broke her 
heart, sending her into a spiral of shame and self-
doubt.  To Helen this was unacceptable.

Of all the people in her family, Helen felt closest to 
Alexis. The girl had practically been a younger sister 
to her growing up.  

Helen couldn't let something like this go unpunished.
People like Nick needed to be taught a lesson about
feelings and respect for women and, since Alexis 
had mentioned what a big fan of hers Nick was, she 
figured she was just to woman to give it to him. 
Finding Nick was easy and by sabotaging her own 
satellite dish, just a bit, she had a way to get him 
into her clutches.

"Strip for me, Nicky," Helen ordered as she lay on the 
bed and began running her hands over her body.  As she 
watched the show, her fingers teased her own nipples, 
pinching them gently and rolling them between her 
fingers.  Her arousal was growing by the second.

Nick took the words of his mistress as a command and he 
began stripping off his clothes.  His shirt was 
unbuttoned as fast as he could, with his mind being a 
blank and all, and that was followed by his pants.  

Shoes and socks were cast aside, leaving Nick in only a 
pair of boxer shorts.  The arousal he had had for Helen 
before was still there as his hard cock pushed against 
the red fabric of his shorts.  Nick went to push them 
off of himself, but before he could do so, Helen 
stopped him.

"Don't..." she commanded, "Come here and get on your 
knees."

Nick walked toward the bed and, as he was commanded, 
got on his knees before Helen.  The actress then moved 
her leg up so that her foot was resting on Nick's face.

"Kiss my foot," she told her hypnotized companion.

Nick then moved his lips down and began lavishing 
Helen's foot with kiss after kiss as she egged him on.  
His lips met the smooth flesh of her foot and each kiss 
got Helen's pussy even hotter.

"That's right Nicky, good boy," Helen moaned, "Take 
each toe...slowly."

Without any of the hesitation he normally would have 
shown at doing such a thing, Nick took each one of 
Helen's toes and played a sexed up version of "This 
Lil' Piggy" with each one.  His tongue ran over the 
little digits and the pedicured nails that went along 
with them.  He could feel the pleasure his mistress was 
getting from this act and, as he was compelled to, he 
made sure she was getting the maximum sensation.  And 
when the actress moved her other foot to his face, he 
quickly changed over to that one and gave it the 
similar treatment.

"Eat my pussy, Nicky," Helen cried, "I cant take it 
anymore.  Make me come." The actress then immediately 
felt a series of intense sensations as Nick opened her 
legs and began attacking her soaked pussy with his 
tongue.  He bathed her clit and Helen immediately 
arched her back so he could get better access.

The actress began to moan wildly as Nick licked her 
pussy better than she ever thought he would be able to.  
A wave of guilt then washed over her as she thought of 
poor Hank and how she was betraying him.  But she was 
then able to push that away.  This wasn't just about 
sex, this was about protecting family. This was the 
only way Helen could think of to get the results she 
wanted.  Besides, she thought with a sly grin, she'd 
find a few dozen fun ways to make it up to him.

Juice flowed from Helen onto Nick's face and he licked 
up as much as he could.  He didn't want to displease 
his mistress by even pausing, so he kept at her pussy 
making sure he hit all the right spots.  Before Nick 
saw oral sex as a requirement he had to get to before 
the good stuff, kind of like the FBI warning before a 
videotape.  But now he loved it because he was able to 
please the mistress he knew he loved more than 
anything.

Helen's clit was swollen with desire and she knew she 
wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.  The actress 
almost screamed for Nick to fuck her, but she held 
herself back at the last moment.  There were certain 
lines she was not willing to cross, and having him 
enter her was one of them.  She'd just have to settle 
for getting some head.

Seeking just a little bit more, Helen wrapped her legs 
around Nick and pushed his head further into her pussy.

"Faster Nicky!	Faster!" she cried and Nick was quick to 
comply.  Soon the familiar tensing up of the body began 
and before she knew it, Helen felt the heat and fire of 
her orgasm begin to incinerate her insides.  The 
actress roared out in rapture as she bucked wildly on 
Nick's face.  Seconds slowed down into lifetimes as the 
tremors of pleasure passed through.  Finally, wearing a 
face of utter contentment, Helen fell back onto the 
bed.

After an undetermined period of time, Helen looked up 
and saw Nick mindlessly staring at her, his face 
covered in her juices and his hard cock still pressing 
against his boxers.

"Better get you cleaned up, Nicky," Helen said as she 
took Nick to her shower.  She pulled off his boxers and 
pushed him under the water.

"Listen to me, Nicky," Helen instructed, "I want you to 
jerk yourself off. I want it to feel so good when you 
come because when you do you will forever be mine.  As 
soon as your orgasm is over your mind will only serve 
me.  You will live a life of total obedience to your 
beautiful mistress Helen. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress Helen," Nick said in a flat tone, "Total 
obedience to you."

"Very good Nicky," the smirking Helen said, "Now get 
to it."

With that, Helen watched as Nick moved his hand to his 
hard cock and began stroking it, just as he did for any 
number of the fantasies he had once had about the woman 
before him.

Watching Nick masturbate also got Helen hot again and 
with a "what the hell" shrug, she began to touch her 
own pussy.  Her eyes were locked to his and as she saw 
his mind become hers always and forever, she picked up 
the pace of her finger play.

Nick was also going at a fast pace, wanting to please 
his beautiful mistress by giving himself over to her as 
fast as he could.  Finally he felt his cock and balls 
tense up and with one last stroke he exploded in 
orgasm.  And as the pleasure flowed in him Nick also 
felt the desire to be Helen's obedient slave take 
permanent hold.  He was hers and he loved it.

Seeing this also pushed Helen over the edge again and 
as she leaned up against the door of the shower and 
fell slowly to the ground, she moaned in orgasm.  The 
pleasure was even sweeter this time as she realized 
what she had accomplished.

Helen then just stayed on the floor watching Nick as he 
stood under the hot water.  Slowly Helen picked herself 
up and turned to her new friend.

"Everything is going to be all normal for you Nick.  
You're going to go to work and be the same guy you 
always were.  But outside of work, you are mine and you 
will only please who I say you can please.  Do you 
understand?"

"Yes mistress," Nick replied.

"Very good, Nicky," Helen stated in a most satisfied 
voice.  Now she could present the gift she'd been 
wanting to give for a long time.  "Let's get you 
dressed Nick.  I have a cousin I want to reintroduce 
you to."

***

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