Story under the picture:
Manchester Daily Times
Utility Closet
9:54 AM
The door flung open, smashing into the wall, the doorknob burying into the soft drywall. An imperious reporter clicked her heel-strewn feet out, tossing back luscious hair that sparkled in the light. A tight red silk blouse, generously unbuttoned to just above the breasts, followed by a skirt that was two sizes too small at the waist (thanks to Bobby pins), and legs that went on for days draped in the finest hosiery known to man. Or women for that matter. An expensive leather watch on her right wrist, red manicured nails, and a minimal amount of makeup completed her outfit.
She was not Becky Carter.
"This outfit feels greeeeeaaaaaat!" Liv Deckard said, stretching her arms far above her head. The blouse tightened and she wondered for a moment if a button would pop.
No such luck. She grinned. "If you reporters dress like this all the time I may have to change professions. But my current gig pays much better, I'd be willing to bet."
A muffled grunt, followed by an angry snort. Liv checked her nails.
"Is that all you have to contribute to the conversation?" She whirled around to see the angry, freckled face of Becky Carter.
The blonde was strung up, thoroughly bound in coils of rope that she'd brought for the occasion. Wrists crossed and tied behind her back. Followed with more rope around her forearms, elbows, biceps. From ankles to her shapely thighs; more rope. A breast harness framed said breasts nicely, supporting the neck rope that kept her snug against the hanger rod. No mobility. No wiggle room.
"Remember, I'm taking your place today at MDT while you go undercover on your current story. Only, Mr. Spinner would never approve so you worked out a deal that I'd fill in, and Maggie would cover and redirect any questions.
"But the twist is, I take your place for the day, and you get to be on my stream! It turns out I get way more views when there's a second damsel. And even better views when I tie someone up, then get captured myself later on! Maggie likes that stuff, right? She could probably help me out by tying me up."
"Hhrrmrmpppfghssddfffggttt!" Becky's mouth, before we go any further, was gagged. Liv had managed to shove several socks in, then used an entire roll of duct tape, being careful to keep it out of her hair (she herself knew it was a bitch on the hair) and wrapped it around her head. Becky hadn't been the most cooperative, and Liv had almost broken a nail, but she'd gotten the job done. And in record time.
Now Becky was making low growling, threatening sounds, and Liv took mental notes on how the real deal sounded. She ostentatiously checked her watch. "Oh my gosh, look at the time! Is that what you say? Gonna try to get the lingo down. But anyway, I gotta be off."
She turned to leave. "I'm sure Ash will be watching, but I'll make sure she knows you said hi."
"Ffcckkknnmmm bbbbttttttthhh!"
