Janette, shivering in her black club dress, just rolled her eyes at Circe’s offer. Granting a wish? What does she think she is, some sort of leprechaun? Without thought, an unserious wish came to her mind. “I wish we could get through this line faster.”
At this, Circe flashed a smirk that grew into a grin. If the strange woman said anything to Janette in response, it was under her breath, but regardless, Janette’s words seemed to satisfy her. Circe walked away, leaving the four friends to stew in the cold.
“What was t-that about?” Penelope’s teeth chattered as she addressed her friends. “Is she trying to pull a YouTube prank, or something?”
Laura shrugged. “Who knows these days.”
“Heh…” Danica, still very obviously high, seemed to stare into space more than watch the departing Circe. “I’d have, like, wished for more wishes or somethin’.”
Janette’s step-sister and their friends continued to shiver together. Each dressed in similar black clubbing dresses, They didn’t do much to stand out from the larger crowd. If someone asked to pick them out of a line-up, they might have said, “the redhead (Laura), the brunette (Janette), the blonde (Penelope), or the black-haired one (Danica)”. Sure, they weren’t exactly identical, but none of them were particularly wild with their choices of club attire. Which was fine. Janette was, for the moment at least, unemployed, but she knew that Laura preferred to play it relatively safe given her job, Penelope was too serious to get truly wild, and Danica’s frequent pot highs just made her too mellow to do anything stand-out.
“F-F-Fuck this…” Janette shivered. A few moments ago, she had made the off-handed crack about flirting with the doorman, knowing the reaction it would get. But then again…
“Y-You know what?” Janette eyed Laura. “L-Let’s do it. Just see if we can’t charm the doorman into letting us in.”
Penelope groaned. “Christ, Jan, for real?”
“It’s either try to skip the line or stand out here until we get frostbite.” Janette looked ahead toward the door. The line had barely moved since their arrival and they were still a long, long way from making it to the doorman, never mind allowed by. “Look, you don’t have to do anything, but I’ll at least see if I can’t smooth-talk him into letting us through.”
“And if it doesn work?” Penelope asked.
“Then we either stay in line or go somewhere else,” Laura said. “If Janette wants to do it, I’m fine with it.”
Danica giggled. “Yeah, thing’s ‘ll be fiiiiiine.”
“Three to one.” Janette appreciated the backup from her step-sister and Danica. “So, Penelope? You want to see if I can charm our way in?”
The blonde sighed. “F-Fine. If we get laughed out of here, it’s your fault!”
*****
As Janette walked ahead of the others, ignoring the occasional glare from those standing in line, she did her best to put on an air of confidence and ignore the cold chill of the night air. Can’t walk up looking like a frozen wallflower. She put some emphasis in her stride, swaying her hips a bit more than she normally would and stood with back straight, her small bust put forward for...well, she didn’t have as much to show for cleavage as her friends, but it’d have to do.
From a glance, the doorman looked like the no-nonsense professional sort. Tall and well built with muscles that were easy to imagine under his dress shirt, he exuded an aura of intimidation that would give pause to most thoughts of dumb stunts like the one Janette had in mind.
“You really think you can charm him?” Laura asked. “He probably turns away flirters at least once a night.”
“I have a good feeling,” Janette straightened her black dress. “How do I look?”
“Like three-quarters of the women in this line.” Penelope’s snark had a ring of truth to it. “Just remember that this was your idea.”
“Yeah, I know.’ Janette glanced at the long line filled with women of similar age in similar attire. “Just wish me luck.”
“Can I wish for more wishes instead?” Danica asked.
“Pfft.” Janette blew off the stoner’s quip and turned on her heels, her posture shifting as the pumps she wore gained an extra inch of heel. “Don’t think it works that way.” She approached the doorman, her exaggerated strut feeling more natural.
I’ve got this, I’ve got this… Janette chanted the words in her mind, each repetition growing more assured and confident. Yeah, she had never flirted her way into a club before, but flirting was flirting, right? And it’s not like she was going to play it safe do anything dirty. Or...wait…
Janette blinked, her legs no longer bared to the chill of the air in her zebra-print tights, she continued to strut with more confidence. The shirt of her clubbing dress swished around her thighs, the hem rising as the mini became a micro, and the black void in the garment filled with color. A burst of orange splashed across the fabric, swirling with the black until it settled into a tiger-print design.
The doorman glanced at Janette, and she fixed her gaze on him. No longer feeling the chill of the night in the heat of her own excitement, she flashed the doorman a seductive pout as her small bust pushed outward, deeper into the alphabet until they settled on ‘G’ and her dress shifted from simple shoulder straps to a stylish halter with an eye-catching cleavage window in the shape of a large, feline paw print.
“Mmm…” Janette licked her plumping lips, her simple gaze turning to an appreciative leer. “Hey, handsome…” Her simple brunette hair of unremarkable length roared down her back, the brown darkening to a jet black streaked with orange highlights. The tips of her mane tickled the top of her ass as it too, expanded, and her hips rounded to give her an alluring hourglass figure.
“Back of the line, Miss.” The doorman’s no-nonsense demeanor stood firm.
“Awww….” Janette once again pouted as she drew near, large hoop earrings dangling from her ears as a black choker wrapped around her neck. “Don’t be like that, stud. You wanna have some fun later?”
“Ma’am--”
Janette stood as close as was safe while the doorman still resisted, nad posed, emphasizing her attire. “Come on, baby, I can be your predator…” her hands roved over the tiger print that fit snug against her bust and her torso, before raising the back of her dress to flaunt and sway her zebra-stripe encased ass.. “...Or your prey.”
“M-Ma’am, please--”
“You want me, big guy?” Janette’s voice purred as she again turned to face him, her choker now stated Predator/Prey in brilliant gold lettering. “Just let me and my party through the door, and you can come find me later. I’ll just feast on all of that salty, hot, musky jizz you no doubt want to blast down my throat. Unless of course, you wanna pump it up my ass and show me who the real king of the jungle is around here…”
Janette puckered her lips, now coated in a lipstick as black as the stripes she wore, and the rest of her makeup grew just as lurid. Her body on fire with lust, she took a step toward him, her shoes now orange and black ankle boots that matched the rest of her ensemble. “Come on, stud, all you need to do is let us in, and I’m yours for the night.”
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