His friends try to cheer him up.

"Come on! Enjoy the place! You can still have fun with us!" Scarlett yelled at Hugo over the music as he sat there, on the sofa at the edge of the nightclub, looking defeated. "Just let us do the casting for you for a few months; it'll be just like you did it."

He looked up at Scarlett, standing over him with her hands on her leather-covered hips. He had never been able to get over how attractive she was, with her signature red lips and thick eye-liner, penchant for black leather outfits and dominatrix strut. "I appreciate what you're trying to do. It's just not the same. It's no fun."

"That's why this girl's here! Exactly your type: innocent and scared!" Scarlett bent down at her waist, with perfectly straight legs and looked at her victim on Hugo's lap in the eye. "And she knows exactly what will happen if she doesn't cheer you up."

The terrified girl put even more energy into her novice lap dance, grinding her soft ass onto his crotch with everything she can muster, trying to earn her freedom.

Hugo closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the sensation of this **** and confused college girl dry-humping him, but couldn't. He slid out from underneath her, leaving her stuck grinding her crotch into the red leather sofa. "It's not the same," he said as he walked through the club, looking for Seth, to tell his other friend that he's heading home early.

Scarlett followed him through the crowd. "Oh come on, it's no fun without you! We're a team!"

The girl on the sofa watched them walk away from her into the crowd. She tried desperately to persuade her body to do anything other than grind in place on the squeaky sofa, performing as if she were on someone's lap. "Please!" She tried to call after them, but only managed to attract the attention of another guy, who elbowed his friend. As her audience grew, she cursed her friends for persuading her to come to a club in the first place. This was a hell of a first time experience.

She looked up in relief as someone stepped out of the crowd towards her. Her expression changed to fear pretty quickly as she realised she didn't recognise him, and it was pretty clear he wasn't here to help her. He slid underneath her and started taking pictures of himself as she appeared to enjoy grinding into him -- something she would never do if the strangers hadn't done something to her. She wondered if they were ever going to come back to release her.

Scarlett found Seth on the mezzanine. "He's still sulking."

Seth halted her, "Ssh! Watch!" He pointed out a bartender carrying a tray of test tube shots, handing them out to the crowd.

It wasn't immediately obvious over the volume of the music, but Scarlett started to notice the trail of people crumpled in orgasm after drinking the shot. The enchantment wasn't particularly difficult to do, but the murmuration his handiwork left in the crowd was impressive in the same way as a giant flock of birds flying together can be. While Hugo, and to some extent Scarlet, was in it for the perversion, Seth was much more interested in the artistic side of mischief.

"Very nice. Anyway, Hugo's leaving. I tried everything short of getting him laid, and I don't think that would work either. Let's just get some food and go home."

They found him downstairs and made their way to the exit.

"Scarlett, aren't you forgetting something?!" Hugo asked, pointing at the crowd around the sofa.

"Ah, yeah, what did I say I'd do?" She waved her hand in the girl's direction. "Whatever, that'll do."

To Hugo, this epitomised why them casting it was no fun. Sure, they all cast the same perverse magic, but they all did it for different reasons. He'd have enjoyed staying to watch the results - it was all about the power dynamic. Scarlett just liked bossing the girls around, having them perform for her and the easy pleasure of the infinite sex she could invoke.

Thee group left the club without looking back.

Meanwhile, on the bench, our confused girl was still grinding onto a lap, although she'd lost track of the number of different laps and the number of photos taken of her. Certainly enough to ruin her reputation at college.

All of a sudden, she found herself in control of her body again. As soon as she could, she stopped her involuntary lap dance and tried to strangle whoever it was behind her in pure rage. She spun around, straddling his lap, but as she put her hand on their neck she found it hard to get much of a grasp - her hand kept slipping off of their neck. She looked at it, confused, and saw that her thumb and fingers wouldn't separate. Worse still, she started to notice her legs separating and her back arching. She tried to climb off of him and to get a better understanding of what her body was doing, but once again her lower body wasn't complying, and her slippery hands were flailing to grip anything, especially as her arms became stiffer themselves.

The confused boy underneath her mistook her body movements to mean that she was into him. Her, admittedly confused, face started to move towards him, and he did what any drunk man would do - he kissed her. He found the kiss disappointing though: her thick lips were beautiful to kiss, but it was like she wasn't kissing back, as if her mouth was hanging open. Confused, he leant back for a better view of the girl he'd kissed. 'Is she screaming or orgasming?' He wondered to himself.

Only the girl knew that it was neither. Her mouth was just stuck in an O, along with her other two useful holes, as confirmed by the new airy sensations she could feel from them. She knew it was her forfeit for not making the man she knew as Hugo 'happy,' but the game was rigged. Everyone, including her, knew a lap dance (especially from a girl that had never even seen a lap dance, let alone performed one) wouldn't cure whatever was making him unhappy. Now she was being transformed into a sex doll in the middle of a club of hungry, drunk young men. She was an angry, inflatable sex doll with a lifelike resemblance to her former body and no way to express her rage.

She spent the next few hours being posed with, stripped and tossed above the crowd like the human shaped beach ball she was, all the while being groped by hands that had no idea a person was in there. She may have hated it, but every touch sent involuntary pleasure across her body, especially the more intimate ones. It was only when she was dragged into the bathroom that things got extra bad for her.