Lucas searched the venue for his target, knowing that they had to be here.  After all, Rich was running this gong show, and that meant he would be on the floor somewhere.

Finally, he found Rich as he was hanging up some sort of double-sided picture of a person, butt-cheeks and all. The dark skinned side was naked while the other was wearing clothes.  He ignored that as something that happened, and waited for Rich to be done with that.

Rich, for his part, knew Lucas was there, waiting. It was like slime dripping down the back of his spine.  Yet, for as much as he didn't like working with Lucas, he was still an undeniable asset. When he wasn't being an ass. An unlikely partnership where no matter how much the two of them didn't get along as people, as co-workers, everything seemed to work out.

"Lucas," Rich finally said, voice dripping with cold.

"Hey Rich!" Lucas replied with a smile and small wave. "Nice shindig you got going on here."  He leaned in to speak softly. "Who's the tart at the front up for grabs?"

"Like I'd tell you," Rich retorted, annoyed. "I can't tell you as there are so many ways that could go wrong."

"Dude! Don't you trust me?"

"No."

With the flat rejection in hand, Lucas shook his head.  "Damn man, that's cold."

"You're also not on the guest list," Rich told him sternly. "You wanna get thrown out."

"Oh man!" Lucas pleaded. "Don't be like that!  I came to ask you a favor, man."

"A favour.  Bad time to ask. I've already had to deal with 'favours' once today."

"No man! Not like one of those! I just want your help with something tonight!"

"I'm sorry," Rich asked incredulously. "Tonight? Can't you see I'm running this show?"

"That's just in man! You're in charge! You know everyone here!"

"What the hell you talkin' about?"

"I'm looking for a chick, you know."

"No. I don't."

"C'mon man! You know. Some hot piece of ass I can get into."

Rich stood their dumbfounded. "You want me to hook you up with a co-ed?"

"Half-dozen of one, six of the other," Lucas shrugged. "You wouldn't happen to know any chicks with ... say ... black hair, blue eyes, nice tits, and a thing for bondage?"

"That's an ... awfully specific list of criteria you're looking for. And what the hell makes you think I'd help you with that?"

"Omaha."

"Omaha?" Rich repeated. "This is nowhere near Omaha of all places!"

"I know, which is why I'm willing to overpay for the privilege. I know you man. You can produce."

Rich seriously considered it. Getting the events in Omaha off the books would do wonders for his bottom line, except the cost would be...  "You know what? Omaha? Yeah, I can do something with you for that. So, you got no problems where she comes from, as long as she's what, black hair, blue eyes?"

"Bondage! Can't forget that!" Lucas rubbed his hands in anticipation. "I wanna be able to slip my hands over her body."

Total creep, Rich was disgusted with him. But a debt was a debt, and a promise was a promise. And yet, there was a way to fulfill the letter of Lucas' request without honouring the spirit.  Or at least do so in a manner that would result in him thinking twice about about coming to him with frivolous demands.

"We need to find a mirror," Rich told Lucas. "I want to make certain you know what you're getting into."

"I saw a couple over that-away," Lucas pointed over his shoulder at a line of them further down. "Come on," he led the way.

Rich followed, making certain that no one would notice it was him doing this, and if someone was looking for him, then they would still be able to spot him, but not recognize what he was about to do. Privacy concerns and all that. Especially his.

Lucas stood in front of the mirror. "So, what now?"

"Now," Rich pointed at the tall reflective surface, "I want you to turn and face it directly. I'll throw up an image for you to review, and when we're done, we're done."

"Alright!" Lucas crinked his neck and looked into the mirror. "I see me."

"No," Rich said as he waved a hand in front of Lucas' face. "You now see the girl."

Lucas looked into the mirror and saw a generic female looking back at him, wearing his clothes. "Cute," he said. "Now what?"

"Now, you tell me what you want to see, and I modify the image appropriately," Rich told him.

"Well for starters, she doesn't need to be wearing my clothes," Lucas tugged at his collar. "I've got my own style, you know."

"Eh, you did mention that," Rich agreed and with a wave of his hand to obstruct Lucas' view, removed the clothes from the reflection.

"Damn!" Lucas whistled. In front of him was a black haired woman with blue eyes. Her arms fell loosely at her side and her small breasts raised up to point at him. Between her legs was a small patch of hair, then bare legs all the way down to the floor. "So, could you make her hair a little longer?"

Rich complied, draping the reflection's hair down further, framing her face better and letting long strands reach down to her shoulders.  At the back of her head, a ponytail was tied up enough that it only came down to her should blades. "Better?"

"Hell yeah!" Lucas agreed. He leaned forward, and the image did too. "Could you make her tits a little bigger? And her hips?" Already he could imagine what he would do with those.

Doing as he was asked, Rich increased her bust size, but still kept them apart, and made her hips a little wider than her shoulders.  Lucas smirked when he saw the changes, then twisted around to check out her rear. "Perfect!"

"Well, that was quick." Rich didn't mind. "I was worried you might be picky."

"Hey man, I can adapt," Lucas admitted. "Oh yeah, she's got to enjoy being tied up. You got any ideas for that?"

Rich thought about that, then nodded. He covered Lucas' eyes one last time and then revealed the changes. Around the reflections neck was a thick collar, buckled up at the front, and with a long leash hanging down between her breasts.

Lucas turned around, and the reflection did the same, so who off the rest of her bondage. Her arms were crossed behind her back, a pair of cuffs the same thickness as her collar binding her wrists together. A metal pole reached from the back of her collar down to her cuffs, preventing her arms from moving up and down. But that wasn't all. Her upper arms also had small metal hoops around them, and they were linked together by another metal pole. This one crossed her back, and hooked up to the vertical one just under her shoulder blades and along her spine.

"Dude!" Lucas grinned appreciatively. "That's something alright. Ain't no way for her to get out of that."

"You did want something different," Rich replied, keeping his annoyance in check. "You want something else?"

"Nah." Lucas said. "That's good enough. I can handle the rest. So, now that she's ready, what do I do?"

Now Rich could finish off his plan. "You reach out and touch her," he indicated the mirror as he moved to stand behind Lucas. "I'll handle the rest."

Lucas stepped up to the mirror, and looked the woman in it in the eye. "Hey there," he said as he reached out and touched the mirror on one of her shoulders. "I wonder what~"

Rich pushed Lucas into the mirror.

The woman stumbled out, her balance off for a moment before she recovered and collided with Rich. "Hey!" she said, "what's the big idea?"

Rich smirked. "Hey... Lucy," he greeted the new woman. "Enjoy the body?"

"Lucy?" She looked down at herself and saw the body that was in the mirror just now. "Hey!" She looked up at him, annoyance clear on her face. "What did you do that~!"

Rich stuffed her mouth with a foam ball. "You didn't care where she came from, and you wanted to be able to put your hands all over her body. Well, I solved both those by making her body yours." He plucked the end of her leash up and held it in front of her. Lucy's face turned crimson as she tried to work her mouth free of the gag, her situation's totality dawning on her.

"Now," Rich tugged on her leash, "let's find something for you." He looked around and spotted a group of three guys who were themselves looking around. Trusting in his glamour to keep them fro recognizing him, he led Lucy over to them. "Gentlemen?"

"What's up dude?"
"And who's the lady?"

"This," Rich held up the leash, "Is Lucy. Age: Legal. Sex: Desperate." He jiggled the rope in his hand. "As you can see, she's got some idea of what she wants, and now I'm just making sure she gets it."

"And why don't you take advantage of her?" the first speaking man said, asking the obvious question.

"She wanted someone she trusted to bind her up," Rich dismissed the concerns as he spun her around to show off the crossed bars. "I'm not going to take advantage of our professional partnership after that."

The third man stepped up and plucked the leash from Rich's hand. "Why not?" He asked rhetorically. "Ain't the weirdest thing I've seen so far." He reached out and squeezed Lucy's breasts, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

Rich smiled and walked away, content that Lucy would be back sometime in the future, and that there would be another debt to pay. Until then, she could enjoy herself, and he could enjoy not dealing with Lucas/Lucy.

At least, until next time.