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"So the question I have for you Ms Cooper is...who the hell are you?"
His question just hung there between us as I tried to think of an answer
he would accept. He already knew Lacey Cooper didn't actually exist and
it seemed he knew or at least strongly suspected James Cooper was the
real author. I cursed my own stupidity. Obviously there were records here
to show who was getting paid for the book sales! Why hadn't I considered
that before going through with this? Why hadn't Davis?
"That's kind of complicated," I said. "I don't think you would believe
me." I looked up at the ceiling of Mr Blooms office for a moment, trying
to gather my thoughts. I hated high pressure situations like this. It
felt like my words mattered. What I told him mattered.
"I am Lacey Cooper." I decided to try honesty. At best he would accept
it, at worst he would think I was crazy. I still made his company a lot
of money so it was unlikely he would have me committed! "Or at least I am
now. This will sound hard to believe but magic is real and very possible.
I used it to change myself from James to Lacey."
I decided to leave Davis out of it. Bloom may not appreciate one of his
star employees being dishonest about me and I'd never risk hurting my
friends career.
I looked back over at Mr Bloom as I waited for his reaction. Telling
someone I'd willingly magically changed from male to female was a strange
thing to admit.
But then the way he was looking at me made me think otherwise. There was
a look of fascination on his face. Curiosity perhaps.
"Incredible," he said with a soft smile, "there isn't a male quality
about you! I would never have guessed"
I was more than a little stunned. "You believe me?"
He let out a short laugh and stood up. "Yes. I used to know someone like
you," he said as he started to walk over to his desk. "She was a good
friend and we had some fun with her powers. Of course, you must be much
more powerful given what you have managed to do to yourself."
I felt awkward again. Although I'd told him some of the truth he now
thought I was in some way a spell caster.
"Well Mr Bloom that's not exactly true. I didn't actually use the magic
myself."
"I see. Someone did this to you?" he said "Who was it?"
"I'd rather not say. It's not my secret to tell," I told him, hoping he
would understand. He smiled.
"You want to protect someone. I understand. That shows real loyalty and I
admire that"
I smiled, feeling a little more relaxed now. "Thank you, that means a lot
to me."
He nodded and leaned on his desk. "It does leave us with a problem
though. You don't officially exist, at least in a legal sense. If someone
starts to look into you, we will be in trouble."
"Why would anyone look into me?"
Bloom laughed and shook his head. "I know you've kept out of the
spotlight but you know how popular your books are. Your sudden appearance
is going to generate a tremendous amount of interest. Journalists will
want to speak to you. And to be frank you are stunning! That alone will
draw some attention to you!"
I couldn't argue with that. Davis and I really hadn't thought this
through. Although we hadn't planned on everyone at the office finding
out.
"I only agreed to do this to get over my writers block," I said sadly,
looking at the carpet and seeing those long, perfect legs.
"Writers block?" Bloom said suddenly standing up. "You have writers
block?"
"Yes," I replied, seeing he looked even more concerned about that than my
lack of a real identity for this body.
"What about your next book? Will it be delayed?" I could almost see the
dollar signs fading away in his mind.
"I'm hoping not. I mean you can see I'm going to some pretty extreme
lengths to fix the problem!" I said, indicating my body with a sweep of
my hand.
He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just looked lost in thought.
When he finally spoke he said something I really didn't care to hear.
"I've worked with lots of writers over the years and having that body
isn't going to be enough. Writers, as I'm sure you know, need experience.
They need to research. There is a side to writing that isn't sitting in
front of a laptop Ms Cooper."
"I know Mr Bloom," I replied, feeling a little like he was talking down
to me. But I suppose he was the boss.
"If you want to get your creative juices flowing then you need to
experience the things your characters do. I mean have you any experience
with the sort of things you write about?"
I felt my face going red again. "No but I've managed to write eight
successful books about it so I think I'm doing ok!"
"You were doing ok. Now the well is dry!" he said, moving over to his
desk. He fished into the drawer for a moment and pulled out a roll of
black tape. "Ok stand up and put your wrists together behind you," he
told me as he started to pull at the end.
"What? No way!" I replied as I understood his plan!
"Ms Cooper we have about thirty minutes before you need to be downstairs
to meet your car. You are going to be interviewed on prime time TV about
your work and you've never even felt what its like to be tied up? You
will never pull that off! Plus my shareholders will crucify me if I don't
do everything in my power to get you writing again and have that book out
on time! Now do as you are told and stand up!"
He spoke much more forcefully this time and I found myself getting to my
feet. "Please Mr Bloom I really don't think this is necessary," I pleaded
as he placed one hand on my shoulder and quickly turned me to face the
wall.
I heard the tape pull and he quickly moved my arms behind me. With my
wrists crossed over he wrapped them both in the black tape tightly! "I'll
be the judge of what is necessary Ms Cooper," he said. "This is my
business and I won't have you endanger its reputation or profit margin!"
He pulled the tape a few more times around and then ripped it. I could
feel the sticky black tape pulling at my wrists, pinching my skin. I
tried to move, a little experiment to test the tightness but I found I
couldn't move my wrists apart at all. I shivered as a nervous energy
flooded my body. For the first time I had an idea of what my character
Lucy would have felt if she were real. I was an attractive woman, alone
with a physically larger and stronger male, and my hands were quite
securely bound behind my back. I shifted uneasily and glanced at the
door. I couldn't open it even if I ran over there. I didn't really think
Mr Bloom would actually try anything while I was helpless but the thought
kept making unwelcome appearances in my mind.
Glancing down proved something I'd always written about to be true. With
my arms behind me it felt like my chest was pushing out. My breasts were
already quite large and now felt like they were straining against the bra
and that thin flowery top I'd worn.
"How does that feel?" Bloom asked as he turned me to face him. His eyes
immediately flicked down to my cleavage and lingered there for quite a
while.
"Not great," I said. "Could you take it off now?"
He shook his head. "No. I think you really need to understand how this
makes you feel and as I said we have 30 minutes together."
I really couldn't tell if he was enjoying this or not. Did he have some
unknown dominant streak or was he really just sincerely trying to help
me?
"Count yourself lucky," he told me. "Nathan got writers block a few years
ago and I sent him to stay in an abandoned hospital for a week. That soon
got his horror mojo flowing!"
He stooped down before me and I leant forward a little to see what he was
doing. He was starting to use the tape to wrap up my ankles, pulling them
together tightly. His head was dangerously close to the bottom of my
short black skirt and I could feel his breath on my legs as he worked.
Over and over the tape went around my ankles and I wobbled for a moment.
"Careful!" I said as I managed to regain my balance.
Bloom stood back up and stepped back. "That should just about do it.
Although if you were really kidnapped I don't think I'd just leave you in
my office," he said in a very thoughtful tone as he looked around. He
walked over to another door in the far corner and unlocked and opened it.
From where I was I could just about see a dark closet. "Perfect!" he
said.
He walked back over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, giving my
breasts another quick look! "Now I don't suppose you can shuffle that
far," Bloom told me without asking how I felt about it. I gasped as he
bent down, his shoulder pressing against my waist and his arm around my
thighs!
"Wait!" I squeaked as he stood back up, taking me with him! I found
myself gasping for breath as his shoulder dug into my stomach and he
easily hoisted me off the floor! I dangled helplessly from his shoulder
and felt his free hand slide onto my bottom!
"Mr Bloom!" I yelped as he started to walk towards the now open door! I
found myself staring at his back, my long red hair hanging down and
obscuring the rest of my vision.
"I think this will really help. I tried a sensory deprivation tank once.
Have you ever done that?" He didn't pause for an answer, not that I
really wanted to do a question and answer session right now. "It was
marvellous. Alone in the darkness I could really think clearly and
focus."
He carried me into the little room which seem to hold a couple of jackets
on hooks and a golf bag and clubs. I was deposited on the floor and he
stood up. "There. I'll just leave you here until the car arrives and you
can really get a sense of what its like to be kidnapped," Mr Bloom told
me as he then quickly closed the door! I heard a key click as he locked
it.
"Wait!" I called. "You can't just leave me here!"
I listened, trying to hear if he was still there. The next sound I heard
was another door opening and closing. That could only have been the outer
office door. He'd really had just left!
I started to struggle. Pulling and testing the tape to see if I could get
free. Unfortunately, it seemed like Bloom had used a lot on my wrists and
it barely had any give in it.
This was insane. Although I really did feel like I was living a Lucy
Chambers story. She was after all a woman how got tied up in all sorts of
situations.
The only light into the little room was through the keyhole and under the
door. It wasn't enough to make anything out as I leant against the wall,
waiting for this to end. I had no control here. Bloom would simply leave
me here and I was totally dependent on him to let me out.
That was a worrying thought. He was probably in his mid to late sixties.
What if he had a heart attack? Or fell down the stairs? I could be here
for hours! Days! Panic started to rise, and I forced myself to stay calm.
That wouldn't happen. Davis would come looking for me if I were gone
longer than an hour. Plus, Bloom seemed fit for his age. There was no
reason to think that his heart wasn't in good working order.
So, I just sat there in the dark. My limbs restrained. Helpless. That
nagging worry that I wouldn't be set free always there in the back of my
mind.
I soon found I lost track of time. That was something I hadn't really
considered in my writing. I usually got very caught up in the physical
and mental aspects of being tied up but I very rarely thought about the
outside factors that could influence how my characters felt. The passage
of time when you are immobile and can't see a clock felt like a big
thing.
When the door was finally unlocked, and Mr Bloom was smiling down at me I
really didn't think half an hour had gone by. It felt so much longer.
"Ok Ms Cooper I hope that was helpful," he said, almost cheerfully as he
bent down and lifted me out of the cupboard! This time he just sat me on
the edge of his desk and took a small knife to the tape around my ankles.
Once that was removed, he did the same to my wrists.
"You know I should be pissed but I did actually learn something that
could help with the new book," I admitted. I wanted to tell him off, but
it didn't feel like a wise thing to do to my friends boss and the only
other person who knew the truth about me.
"Good! Perhaps we can do something similar again someday," Bloom offered.
"But for now your car is here so you need to hurry. I can't wait to see
you on TV!."
He held my hand as I hopped off his desk and hurried to the door. I
actually turned and thanked him as I walked out. I had no idea why! As I
moved, I felt an ache in my bottom and noticed how stiff my legs felt.
There was also a slight dull throb in my shoulders. It started to fade
quickly as I walked but I'd written Lucy as being tied up for hours and
never gone into much detail about any physical pain that followed. I made
a mental note to think about that more later.
I made my way back and went to see if I could find Davis before I left.
He was sat behind his desk in his office where I usually found him when I
was here.
"Where have you been? Have you been with Bloom the whole time?" he asked,
seemingly a little worried.
"I'll tell you later. I don't think we have time to get into it now," I
replied. "Apparently I have to go and be on TV"
He smiled. I always felt better when he did. He was like the ultimate
positive person and I was often the opposite. I needed a friend like him
to pick me up from time to time.
"Good luck," Davis said. "Call me tonight when you are home"
The car they had sent was ridiculous. The studio was mere blocks from the
office, but they had sent a limo! The driver was a large, well-built
Latino man who wore a black suit and one of those limo drivers hats.
"Miss," he said as he held open the door. To his credit I didn't spot
even a glance at my body! Although as I got into the car, I was sure he
had a perfect view of my rear!
"Ms Cooper it's so wonderful to meet you," a voice said as I sat down. At
the far end of the limo, at least six feet from me sat a young man. He
couldn't have been more than twenty. His smile was broad and seemed
genuine. He looked thin and was probably quite tall as far as I could
tell with him sat down. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. His sneakers
the only thing that added colour to his outfit as they were bright green.
The only other thing of note was the clipboard he held with the show logo
on the back.
"I'm Steven," he said. "Your assistant while you are with us at the Late,
Late, Tonight Show. Anything you need I will provide to you Ms Cooper"
I didn't know much about the entertainment business, but I guessed Steven
was what was known as a Runner. Basically someone to provide celebrities
and rich people with things despite them being perfectly capable of doing
it themselves. For some people having money meant never having to open
their own drink.
"Thanks Steven. Please call me Lacey and I don't think I'll be needing
much," I said as I sat back and tried to hide my delight at just how
comfortable the limo seats were. The leather was so soft I felt like I
was sitting on a cloud! A welcome change from the hard floor I'd spent
the last 30 minutes sat on.
Steven smiled, seemingly happy at what I just said. "Thank you Lacey,
please don't hesitate to ask though. It is my job after all."
The car pulled away and immediately got stuck in traffic. I strongly
suspected I could walk their quicker.
"There are a few things about the show I need to cover," he said. "Now
have you seen our show before?"
"Sure," I replied. That wasn't quite true. I'd watched a few clips online
when someone I liked was on.
"Good. Now you may know that Mr Parker likes to keep it light and fun. It
will be you and another guest and you are both out for the whole show.
Its quite freeform so feel free to chip in with stories or whatever you
like. As long as its light and fun"
I sat back and just listened to Steven throw information at me. His
speech sounded rehearsed and he looked at his clipboard so much at I had
to think he had it written down.
As we sat in traffic I managed to gain quite a bit of information.
Although the show went out late I couldn't talk about anything too adult.
Steven did at least acknowledge that would be tricky given the nature of
my books. Certain words were banned. Cursing obviously. I also couldn't
directly talk about sex and apparently the network was uncomfortable with
the word 'bondage'. If I said it then it would likely be edited out and
may stop me appearing on the show in future. There would be at least one
'fun' game that the host would tell me about at the time. They didn't
like to tell quests anything about it and ruin the surprise.
I didn't really care about that, but I didn't want to cause any trouble.
"Don't worry Steve, I'll be good," I promised.
"It's Steven," he said curtly as he carried on.
The first thing that really interested me was the other guest on the
show. It was award winning actor Mark Langham. I was a fan. His career
went from action movie to serious role and he always seemed to nail each
one. He'd been making movies for the last decade and had recently made a
superhero movie which as a card-carrying nerd, I was a fan of. The
unusual thing was this was his first villain role which was a big talking
point apparently.
Once he was done with the formalities Steven just talked at me. For some
reason he felt like he needed to tell me everything about his life. I
didn't really mind. It meant I could just sit back and relax. He lived
with his boyfriend of 3 years in a small apartment. They couldn't have a
dog there, so they really wanted to move. He admitted he hadn't read my
books but his mother was a fan and she was jealous that he was meeting
me. What was it with older women and my books?
I didn't really engage with the fans. That was something that just added
to the mystery around Lacey Cooper so Davis never pressured me to answer
fan mail or respond in any other way. I vaguely remembered him telling me
the demographic for my books was females aged 25 to 55 but that seemed so
broad I didn't really register it. Plus that information changed nothing
for me. I just wrote what I liked and didn't like to let outside
influences creep in.
When we eventually arrived at the studio thirty minutes had passed. In
that time I'd found a the limo contained a drinks cabinet and I'd opened
a bottle of beer. If Steven was shocked to see me swig from a bottle he
didn't show it. Although I'd only had one I felt the effects much quicker
than I once had. I usually drank two or three bottles in the evening if I
was home and didn't feel a thing. Now I could feel a slight buzz and
decided I better not have a second. My smaller body clearly couldn't
handle alcohol.
"Word is starting to get out that you are making your first appearance.
You are trending on social media too!" Steven said as the limo pulled
around the back of the studio. The front was on a city street and I could
see a crowd was gathering there. I even saw a couple of signs with my
name on them surrounded by hearts!
Around the back however it was calm and I was able to get into the studio
without being bothered. Steven ushered me down a corridor to a makeup
chair where I was promptly deposited! Two women appeared and looked at
me.
"Well what are we meant to do with her?" one asked, a little confused
"Her hair is perfect and her skin is so lovely I don't think we need to
do anything!"
"Honey is that what you are wearing?" the other lady asked me as she
pointed at my clothing.
"Erm...yeah?"
"Erm NO!" she said as she shook her head. "I'll see what we have in
wardrobe"
They both scurried away, and I was left alone. I let out a huge sigh.
"What am I doing here?" I said out loud.
"Well usually it's about promoting something or selling yourself but I
think most people know who you are," a male voice I knew instantly said.
I turned to look over the back of my chair and saw none other than Mark
Langham sitting in a similar chair in the corner.
"Apparently my skin isn't as perfect as yours. They've spent the last
twenty minutes throwing stuff on my face." He grinned. A movie star
smile. Bright blue eyes. Perfect close-cropped blonde hair. I felt a
little flutter in my stomach which I hoped was just nerves at meeting a
real movie star.
"I'm sure your face is perfect," I said before blushing and closing my
eyes. "I didn't mean to erm.... I mean I didn't to say that...."
"So you don't think my face is perfect?" he said with a grin.
"It's probably not for me to say," I replied as I pulled myself together.
He's just a man. Ignore the fact he is a massive movie star and stop
sounding like a love struck teen!
"I have to say I was surprised when I heard who the other guest was
tonight. I didn't think you ever made appearances. I also assumed you
must be some older, frumpy housewife type. Glad to see I was wrong on
both counts"
Was Mark Langham hitting on me? That was crazy. He dated some of the most
beautiful women in Hollywood and here he was flirting with me. Or was he?
Saying I wasn't a frumpy housewife didn't really mean he was attracted to
me. I turned and sat back in my chair, looking at myself in the mirror.
Why was I even thinking about this? It wasn't like I was interested in
him! I was a straight man and just a fan. The woman looking back at me
didn't look like a straight man of course. This was getting very
confusing.
"Look forward to seeing you out there and try not to steal all my
spotlight," he said as he stood and left the room. As he walked out, I
could see he was wearing smart pants and a tight sweater that hugged his
muscular frame. Was I attracted to him? I let my eyes trace over his body
as he went by. He was fit. Those pants hugged his butt nicely. Urgh! Stop
it!
Thankfully the two women returned and closed the door behind them,
locking it. One of them carried something in a zipped up back, like those
used to hold suits but it looked longer.
"Did you speak to Mark?" the first lady said, "What I wouldn't give to
spend some time with that man!"
"Yeah we spoke a little," I replied. "He seemed nice."
"Nice?" the woman with the bag said "I normally like my men a little
darker but I'd make an exception for that one!"
I always suspected women talked like that too. Although guys tended to be
a little cruder. She hung the bag on the back of the door and unzipped
it. Inside I could see what I could only call a little black dress.
"Come on then," she said. "Strip for me so we can get you ready."
"Strip?"
"We can't put this on over your clothes!" she said as she took my hand
and led me out of the seat. Then she reached over and started to pull my
top up! I was too shocked to do anything and I was soon standing there
with my bra on show! The other unhooked the back of my skirt and let it
fall to the floor around my ankles.
"You can keep the shoes on but lets get the bra off. In this dress you
wont need one."
The idea of getting my boobs out, boobs I'd only just acquired, didn't
sit well with me. At least there were only us girls here! I unhooked my
bra and let the bra fall away. I found I was holding my breath. I
suddenly worried they would somehow realise the truth. Like somehow only
my clothing was projecting the image of a woman to the outside world.
"Oh your breasts won't need any extra support." I was told as she removed
the dress from the hanger. I was told to step into it and they fought to
get it up my legs and for the hem to settle on my hips. It felt really
tight while also being very revealing.
"Just keep your legs together when you are sat on the couch," she said as
if reading my mind.
I slipped my arms into the dress too and they pulled it up. Two thin
straps sat at my shoulders and they zipped up the back. I gasped as it
pulled in against my breasts, pushing them up and together more than my
bra had!
"There! You look incredible!" she said.
I turned to look into the mirror. Looking back at me was a truly stunning
vision. The way my red hair framed my face and reached down to almost
touch the top of my cleavage. My waist looked tiny and I placed a hand on
my stomach. The dress was clearly expensive and high quality. I'd guess
it was easily the most expensive thing I'd ever worn but I did usually
just wear jeans and t-shirts that I bought online.
My legs also looked incredible. I turned a little and saw that the dress
hugged my butt and only extended an inch or so below it. It was so short
I'd really have to be careful out there.
"2 minutes to taping!" a voice called. "Mr Langham and Ms Cooper to
positions."
I guess it was time for the world to meet Lacey Cooper.
To be continued.....
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