Zachary Madison woke up, took a shower; and got dressed in his own room. His new grandfather could never have properly understood the nature of the stone and how it warps reality. Perhaps the ‘range’ as he understood it was more of an understanding of power, where the smaller the wish and more justifiable to reality the easier it spreads.
But something as complicated as what happened to Jon Madison, starting a chain reaction by using a thrift store where several people were affected all at once? Why, the magic would have a very tenuous grip on the ‘source’ of the wish. Jo DeNero was so far removed from Jon Madison that the only things in common were two letters in their name and the city they lived in. The wish was forced to release Jo and so snapped back at the originator.
Mikey Madison should have been aware of what went wrong, but the backlash from the wish trying to conserve power made him unable to recognize that Jon had been replaced. When he himself was replaced, the new youngest Madison lacked the temperament to make a wish like Mikey did. And once Mikey replaced his own mother that connection was lost as well.
So, Zach was left with a frayed rope of a curse that lacked the power to do anything. At most, he’d get the feeling of ‘why did I come in this room’ when taking a shower.
So when Zach came down for breakfast, he only saw his youngest sibling holding his inheirted Wishing Stone. “Sam?”
“Yeah?” Sam asked while rolling the stone in his hands.
“Where did you get that?” Zach slowly approached his brother in a way reminiscent of a police officer trying to talk someone into lowering a gun.
“Found it. Why?”
Zach gulped. “That’s something grandpa left me. Can I have it back please?” He held out his hand, doing his best not to shake. He already knew how bad a wish could be, when Bobbi Black used it to cut off what little friendship they had by becoming a complete bimbo and not just an airhead.
“Oh, sorry.” Sam dropped it into Zach’s hand.
Neither noticed that Erica had overheard everything and had begun rummaging through Zach’s trash. There she found the letter that their grandfather had left. “A wishing stone? Oh, I could make all my dreams come true with that.”
“Kids! Time to go!” Michelle Madison called from outside. Erica resigned herself to another boring day of school, but made plans to take the wishing rock from her brother.
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“Have a good day sweetie!” Jo DeNero said as she dropped off her daughter. “Now, I’ll be working late at the club, so it will just be you and your father tonight.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever mom.” Jennifer rolled her eyes as she flung her backpack over her shoulder and strutted towards the school. “Not like you pay attention when you are both home anyway. Seriously how am I an only child?” She thought about how she found her parents her orally pleasuring each other just that morning. “You would think their jobs would tire them out.”
She saw her friends, Stacey McMillan and Bobbi Black, waiting for her. The three were the queens of the school, the hottest and most wanted trio of seniors in all of Lake Pointe. Currently, Bobbi was grinding herself against Argat ‘The Anchor’ Farber while Stacey looked around awkwardly.
“Something wrong Stace?” Jennifer asked.
“Besides the fact my best friend is grinding the guy I was with last night?” Stacey’s tone was ice but her eyes didn’t hold as much. She sighed. “Pretty sure my dad is cheating on my mom with the maid and… I’m black.”
The amorous couple next to them stopped their above clothes hot coffee and stared at Stacey as if she grew a second head. “Yes Stacey. That is what having skin like yours means.” Argat said slowly like explaining to a child.
“Or have my last name!” Bobbi twirled a strand of hair. “But since we aren’t related, that’s a No Duh, Stacey.”
Stacey sighed again. “I’m black and beautiful. Mom explained what that would mean if I go out to party. How everyone would suspect me of wanting sleep with them and if I say no, they think I’m playing hard to get.”
Her friends and some-time lover slowly widened the their eyes in understanding.
They all awkwardly entered the school as the warning bell rang.
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Throughout the day, Erica Madison found no chance to steal the Wishing Stone from her brother. Her friends, Athena, Kara, and Sala took the position she was being crazy. “Erica, even if you are right and your brother has THE Wishing Stone,” Athena began.
“There’s more than one?” Kara asked while her identical twin shrugged.
“It doesn’t mean it works like the legends say!” Athena glared at the two cybergoths as she finished.
“Grandpa thought it only worked for a few miles, probably the range of the city. But even then it would give me the life I want here and now!” Erica went back to observing her brother, who was making plans with some friends.
“Look, we’re all 18 now right?” Zach asked Trevor and Lind.
“You’re 19.” The two said.
“Yes, I am. But we are all legal adults. So why don’t we go to the Honey Bear Hive and enjoy some food and show?” Zach waggled his eyebrows. “And maybe a little extra?”
“We really shouldn’t.” Lind said with a subconscious lick of his lips.
Trevor mulled it over with a shake of his head. “It is legal…”
Zach clapped his hands then their shoulders as he dragged them outside. “Alright! It’s Friday, so we can have some fun!”
“Don’t we need to ask permission from our folks?” Linda stuttered.
“Dude, what part of ‘legal adult’ isn’t clear?”
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As Zach, Trevor, and a reluctant Lind sat down at the closest seat of the extended stage with nachos at the Honey Bear Hive, the light lowered. An announcer came on in the almost smoky and classy room, while thick curtain covered all but the middle pole and the pole on the extended stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Honey Bear Hive. You are just in time for the best show of the night. Welcome to the stage… Joooooy Beaveeer!”
The DJ triggered the music, but instead of the thumping beats of electronica or erotic dance tunes, it was classy jazz.
“~You had plenty money ,19…22~” A shapely leg poked itself out of the curtain, stepping down on a brightly bedazzled six inch heel. “~You let other women make a… fool of you~” Joy pushed her way through the curtains in a red sequin dress, purple arm length gloves, purple eye shadow and lipstick, and a bright red wig.
She stepped herself to the pole closest to her, grasped and pulled close so the pole was between her breasts, then squatted herself as the pole slid between her tits. “~Why don’t you dooooo right? Like some other me~en do?~”
Jo made quick steps to the next pole, the one right in front of the boys, and wrapped her leg around it to spin lower right into their faces. “~Get outta heeeeeere. And get me some money too~” She cooed as she ran a hand up Lind’s chest before winking at Zach and Trevor. Jo stripped off the part of the dress covering one of her legs as she climbed the pole, tossing it to the boys, before continuing her song.
The strap fell over Lind’s lap, so Zach leaned over to wipe some of the nachos off his face with a napkin. “You know, I might have a way for you to enjoy her. Fully.”
Trevor looked over the still stunned Lind at Zach. “What about me?”
Zach smirked, reaching up to rub a stone on a necklace. “I think we can all have fun. If you don’t mind a kinky first time?” His friends shook their heads. “Okay.” Zach snuck off to the bathroom and checked the stalls. Once he was sure it was empty, he grasped the stone. “I wish Trevor, Lind, and I could fuck Joy Beaver for free.” The stone glowed and he knew he was going to have fun.
Jo stepped off stage in just her heels, pleased at the successful Jessica Rabbit routine. She thought about the three young men in the front row and pulled a robe on as she went to find the club manager. “Jack? I’ve got a request.”
“For you Joy? Anything.”
“Front row, the three newbies?”
Jacked looked over the club cameras. “Yeah, they a problem?” He was already reaching for the phone to signal security.
“Just the opposite. I want to make their day~” Jack looked at Jo in surprise. “Whenever they want, they can have me. No charge, I’ll cover it.”
Jack picked the phone back up and dialed the brothel manager. “Hey, Amy? Joy’s got a request. Yeah, special service.”
Jo smiled to herself. Ray and other co-stars were nice, but she was a MILF! She’d done enough cougar films that the interest in doing it for real had cropped up from time to time. Besides, the nervous one drew her eye the whole song. There was something familiar about him.
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Outside the club in a car, Athena sighed as Erica impatiently watched the entrance. “Yes, I picked something up. Probably Zach wishing for tickets. That doesn’t mean much.”
“He’s in there and I’m getting that stone! I just need to wait for him to come out.”
Athena rolled her eyes and reclined her seat. He’s a guy, she thought to herself, he’s not coming out until they toss him out.
