The two of them walked over to him, while the two strangers continued talking to each other awkwardly.
"Hey Candy," said Trevor, giving him a hug and kissing him on each cheek.
"Hey girls," smiled Jon, reciprocating and doing the same to Damien. As they broke the hug they realised what they'd just done and blushed.
"Urg," spat Trevor, "We've been doing shit like that all morning. In fact the two of us spent an hour fucking each other."
Damien blushed even more and nodded. "W-what about you Jon?"
"Don't ask," he shuddered, "Earlier I gave Sarah McMillan a blow job." They stared at him in shock.
"Please tell me that wasn't by choice," sneered Trevor.
"It wasn't," replied Jon with a shudder, "All morning I keep getting this compulsion to act like the stripper this body belongs to."
"Same for us," nodded Trevor.
"Any idea when this place opens?" asked Jon, worriedly.
"Why?" snorted Trevor, "You want to strip?"
"No," sighed Jon, "But I don't think we'll have a choice. Just want to know how much time we've got to talk before we start acting like strippers." As he finished speaking, they realised they'd just entered the changing rooms.
"N-not long I g-guess," stammered Damien. As they headed to the rack of outfits to select which ones to wear, Jon wondered if he should tell them about the stone.
