Into the smoky and tawdry den of sin walked a thin, delicate looking woman.
Her demeanour was haughty as she strode confidently up to the bar. Placing a bank card upon the counter and snapping her fingers without so much as looking the bartender in the eye.
“One beer please. Whatever you have on tap”
Warily, the bartender sized the newcomer up. It wasn’t uncommon to see women come in. But it was usually in groups or with their partners. And never dressed as expensively as the waspish woman before him. The necklace that she wore in particular looked like it cost a fortune. As it featured a very large, multi coloured stone that was seemingly authentic.
“We have bottles of Budweiser”
“That will do. Just start a tab for me”
She scanned the seedy environment with a predatory gaze. Taking note of the exceptionally stacked performer on stage. Who moved so artlessly it was kind of amusing in its own way.
“Little brother. You have been busy”
“Huh?” The bottle cap fell to the ground with a little ping. The bartender had placed the newly opened brown bottle on the counter too harshly. Causing it to foam over.
“Oh nothing” Her pretty features screwed into a little scowl as she wrapped her hand around the bottle. Drenching her fingers. That predatory look swiftly turned towards the bartender. Scanning him up and down in an instant. Like a tiger looked at a lost lamb.
The source of the problem was clear. He had been more focused on the phenomenal girl on stage than his work.
“You know what I like about you? Not just you, I mean americans in general. You’re all so unpretentious. It’s all cheap, watery beer and pounds of chicken wings and big, fake plastic titties with you people. It’s honest. It’s refreshing”
She took one big swig of the beverage in her hand and re-evaluated what had just been said. “Ok, well. The beer is a bad example. But you know what I mean. God, I missed the states”
“Thanks. Uh, I like your necklace”
“It’s an amulet”
“I like your amulet. So, where are you from?”
“You couldn’t pronounce it”
The mystery woman placed the unwanted beer back on the bar and strode toward the stage.
-
“Excuse me, miss”
The woman struggled to be heard over the crass, hooting of the assembled crowd. Didi was very popular with the drunken clientele.
“A moment of you time please” She reached out and placed a crisp hundred dollar bill in Didi’s thong. Which seemed to grab the graceless stripper’s attention.
“Oooh! Big spender! You wanna, like. Touch Didi’s titties?”
“Oh my. You poor thing. My brother really did a number on you. I don’t even think you were the intended target either. What an idiot”
Didi’s body was drenched in sweat and covered in glitter. Her massive, wobbling globes pendulously heaving in the woman’s face.
Well, she bit her lip. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to touch them. The crowd cheered wildly as the newcomer reached out and grabbed a hefty handful of the generously offered tits. Greedily kneading and massaging them.
“Very nice darling” She gave one last slap. Which made the pair jiggle back and forth satisfyingly. “But can we talk now?”
Didi ceased her catastrophic flailing and focused on the beautiful stranger in front of her.
“Talk about what?”
“Magic of course”
-
The woman remained at the end of the night. Patiently waiting for Didi to emerge from her dressing room. Which she eventually did, wearing a heroically overburdened crop top that concealed practically nothing.
A few girls made their way for the door and said their goodbyes to the bartender as he swept up after a long night.
“Hi sexy stranger!”
The woman extended her hand to the overstuffed ditz standing in from of her “Call me Circe, darling”
“...Like the dragon show?”
“Y-yes. Just like the dragon show”
“Cool! Is that your stripper name?”
“No, it’s my real name”
“Wow! Your parents really liked the dragon show, huh?”
“You poor thing. Let me just get straight to the point. I am what you would call a sorceress.” She pointed at the glamorous amulet around her neck. “This thing here. It sees your heart’s desire. It grants wishes”
“So....it is kinda like game of thrones?”
Circe sighed and placed her forehead in her hands.
“Ok, it’s not your fault. I can change you back darling. But my magic requires you to state your desire clearly. Just say ‘I wish’. And then say whatever you wish for. Does that make sense?”
At this point everyone remaining in the strip club turned their heads. Finding the bizarre conversation impossible to ignore.
“Change me back?...…To what?”
“Oh of course” The sorceress extended a delicate finger out and touched Didi’s forehead.
In an instant, she recalled everything. The way she and her roommates had changed into dumb sluts. The way she had become what she was now, and who she had been.
Circe fumbled through her purse and produced a cigarette. Which she sparked with a flame produced directly from her hand.
“Make your wish, Darling. This life or that one. It’s up to you”
The look on Didi’s face was hard to place.
“Oh, there’s just one caveat. Which you should probably know about” The magical woman shifted where she stood. It was an unnatural movement. More like a snake than what you would expect from a person. If one looked closely they might have seen the rainbow light shimmering in little lines across her skin. Like something was barely contained beneath the surface.
“Once your desire is granted, you won’t need it anymore. Right? Just trust me. You won’t” She licked her lips. “And I eat them up, darling. All those delicious hopes and dreams. And I am always hungry. Now please, make your wish”
The remaining staff looked at each other. Their expressions tinged with fear and incredulity. But behind it all there was a hint of desire. Just a taste. Enough to make the amulet thrum hungrily. Soon there would be wishes aplenty to twist and gorge itself upon.
Tue May 04 21:35:08 2021
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