I wish Jen was a horny Vegas stripper in an upscale club by day and high priced call girl by night. I also wish that she will get the equivalent of 10 hours rest in only one minute of sleep so that she can work around the clock. I also wish that she will get the equivalent nourishment of three square meals from dancing so she will never need to waste time eating. I also wish that she would stay fresh, with perpetually clean hair and fresh breath so she does not need to take time with that either. Also, I wish she would wire me 90% of the money she earns. I also wish that she would never get a STD, arrested, or pregnant.
Jen thought that Sarah was kind to add that last line, but Sarah told them, "I do not want your earning potential to be at all interrupted."
Randy was terrified at the potential size his feet could grow given Jen's new profession. Jen saw this threat as well and she said, "I will go strip and I will work as a hooker, but I will not sleep with anybody else, there are other ways for a girl to make a dollar."
Sarah said, "But don't you want to make as much money as possible, remember, you are going to work in a top location and you still get to keep 10%" Jen replied, "10% is practically nothing and it is not worth what it would do to poor Randy." Sarah said, "OK Jen I see your point. I wish that your breasts would grow 1/4 inch every time Randy trips. I also wish that you would grow 3 cup sizes every time he breaks a heel. I also wish that you would forget all about Randy here and the fact that your actions are linked to him."
Jen looked at Sarah with hatred and fear, but could not remember who the freak with the big feet next to her was. She knew she needed to leave this room quick, but Sarah helped her along by adding, "I wish you were at the airport with your one bag packed ready to get on the next place to Vegas." With that, Jen was gone.
Randy looked at Sarah hopelessly as she got up to leave the room and rejoin the party. He waived his hands with the inflexible fingers and said, "Please can't you do something to help me!" Sarah shook her head and said, "You really should have left things as were, but sure I'll 'help' you. I wish your sneakers would turn into a pair of size 23.5 (nice tight fit for you buddy) hard plastic, bright pink five inch heel boots that extend just below the knee. I also wish they were on your feet right now, since you might have some trouble getting them on by yourself. I also wish you would produce five times the amount of sperm that you normally do. Good luck getting rid of that now that I don't think many girls will be attracted to your new look, although they might want to give those fingers a ride. Finally, I wish you had a pair of big round sensitive woman's nipples on your normal chest. See ya, Randy."
With that Sarah left the room to go downstairs to the party and Randy worked on getting his shirt back on. Randy took a tenative few steps outside the room to see Sarah talking to .................
